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roguesimagination · 1 year

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can i req enemies to lovers loak x human reader

Scary Love

Pairing: Lo'ak Sully x F!human Reader

Synopsis: Reader goes fishing with Lo'ak in a dangerous area of the ocean. Things don't go to plan and Lo'ak does everything he can to save you.

Genre: enemies to lovers, angst and fluff

Content Warnings: mention of injuries and blood, swearing, near death experience

Notes: Humans use nose tubes to breath better in this fic. Also, you didn't specify a lot on the plot so I just let my imagination run wild. I hope that this meets your expectations <3

Word Count: 2.2k

Your brother and you had been friends of the Sullys since you were children. You basically lived like Na’Vi’s, except for the fact that you were humans, so life in Pandora was a bit more difficult for you, but not more difficult than standing Lo’ak.

You loved spending your time with Neteyam, Kiri and Tuk. But Lo’ak? Not at all. You despised each other because you were polar opposites. He was reckless, impulsive and behaved like a child. You, on the other hand, were calmer, more thoughtful and more mature. So you just didn’t get along.

Whenever Lo’ak got you in trouble or in danger you’d get into a fight. That had been going on as long as you could remember, and now that you were stuck on a whole different island with his family and him it was a nightmare. Especially since Spider wasn’t there with you. Still, there was hope in your heart for him to come back one day. You knew your brother was strong and brave.

However, something changed one fateful night. Aonung and his friends had told Lo’ak to go with them to a further area of the ocean to fish. Neteyam and you were responsible of taking care of Lo’ak and making sure he didn’t get into any trouble, and since Neteyam wasn’t there at the moment you had to accompany them.

“So is the demon going to come with us?” Aonung complained.

“Hey, don’t insult her.” Lo’ak said. “Only I can do that.”

“What a gentleman, Lo’ak.” you said sarcastically. “And for your information, this demon has a name, dumbass.”

“Alright, alright.” Aonung said. “But you’re going on Lo’ak’s ilu.”

You looked at each other with disgust and rolled your eyes. You wished for this to be over and to not end up in another problem or confrontation. That was definitely Lo’ak’s speciality.

“Fine!” Lo’ak sighed finally.

All of them got onto their ilu and so you did the same after taking off your oxygen nose tube and putting on your oxygen mask. It would be more comfortable this way. Lo’ak got onto his ilu, connected his braid and waited for you to sit behind him. As soon as you did he placed his hand on your thigh to make sure you wouldn’t fall, but you complained.

“Don’t touch me with your filthy hands.”

“Listen, I hate you with all my heart, but I don’t think you want to drown into the ocean so stay still and let me hold you.” he said without even looking at you.

“If you insist…” you sighed.

He placed his hand firmly on your thigh again and began riding his ilu. When it went underwater it gained velocity so you instinctively put your arms around Lo’ak’s torso. He wouldn’t admit it, but that action gave him goosebumps.

The trip there was beautiful. You had only gone on an ilu twice since you couldn’t actually connect with them. You were still mesmerized by all the incredible creatures that lived there. Once you arrived there, you got down from the ilu and observed the area.

It was just as beautiful as all the other parts of the ocean you had been to, but something was wrong. There was something in your gut telling you that you shouldn’t be there; that something terrible was about to happen.

You watched how the boys were communicating with each other with sign language. You didn’t understand a thing because they refused to teach you, of course. Then, Lo’ak prepared his bow and arrow and pointed at a fish. You observed him closely, in case something went wrong. He shot and hit the fish. He turned around and his happy face suddenly changed. That’s when you realized that the boys had abandoned you.

Great, now I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere with Lo’ak. This just can’t get worse.

You swam upwards until I arrived at the surface, Lo’ak followed you.

“You better know how to get back to the Metkayina Clan before it gets dark or I swear to Eywa I’ll cut your tail in your sleep.” you warned him.

“There’s no need to get so aggressive.” he complained. “If you don’t want to take risks just stay on the island and don’t do anything, as always.”

“If I came here it’s because you always get in trouble and I’m tired of it!” you complained. “Why can’t you be like your brother?!”

That was the thing that hurt him the most: being constantly compared to his brother. He knew he wasn’t perfect, but he wasn’t a complete disaster. He didn’t comprehend why it would hurt so much to hear those words from you.

“Because I’m not him, okay?! I’m not him!” he screamed. “And if you hate me, which you clearly do, then just leave and never come back again! We’d be much better off without you!”

You were about to answer back when you felt something sharp sinking in your left ankle. You gasped as you felt how that thing dragged you down inside the ocean. Lo’ak was quick to react and dived into the ocean looking for you.

The adrenaline in his body was making it difficult for him to keep his breath. He tried to throw an arrow at the big creature, failing in his attempt. He tried again. This time it hit him, but the arrow was nothing compared to how big that creature was. At least he managed to distract him. Now the creature was going for him.

He swam as quickly as could, going through holes and reefs trying to get him stuck in any of those places. It didn’t work, so Lo’ak hid under a big rock for a bit, thinking that perhaps the creature would forget about them and go away.

After what felt like an eternity the creature disappeared, so Lo’ak swam again and looked for you. He was starting to panic because he couldn’t find you. However, he did find your oxygen mask.

Oh, no.

He swam as fast as he could, looking for you everywhere, in every single corner, under every rock… Fortunately, he finally found you. Your unconscious body was floating through the ocean. He held your body and took you to the surface quickly. He needed to breath or he would probably faint, and the effort he was making to hold you and bring you to the surface made it more difficult.

When he arrived he dragged your body to a tiny island that was right in front of him and laid your body on the sand. You were pale and cold. You didn’t even move or breathe. And the worst was the injury in your leg. You had a really big bloody wound. Lo’ak was incredibly terrified.

He tried to remember what his father taught him a long time ago; what he had to do when a person drowned. You probably had water in your lungs, so he repeatedly pushed onto your chest carefully. Nothing came out.

“Y/N, don’t do this to me, please.” he begged as he pushed. “Shit.”

He proceeded to press his lips to yours and blow air. He did it again until you finally opened your eyes. You coughed and puked some water. When you were done, Lo’ak put the oxygen mask on your head, making sure it was working. You breathed heavily, trying to calm down and process everything while he tore your sleeve apart to add pressure to your wound and do a tourniquet.

Then he held your hand against his cheek as he silently cried. He intertwined his fingers with yours and looked at you, making sure that you were okay.

“Don’t you ever scare me like that again.” he said. “Don’t you ever leave me.”

“I’m here, Loa’k.” you reassured him. “I’m not leaving.”

That day he realized how much he cared about you. When he thought that you were dead he felt a pain in his chest that had never felt before. It was even worse than having a physical wound. All these times you had warned him about doing dangerous him, all these times you had scolded him or screamed at him… Now he valued everything you did: you did it because, deep down, you cared about him.

When you were recomposed he held you in his arms since you could barely walk and took you to his ilu. Somehow he managed to get the both of you to the Metkayinas. You could barely remember anything. Your vision was blurry and you felt kind of numb. Maybe that’s because you lost a lot of blood.

When you arrived Lo’ak held your body once again as the Metkayinas observed you. Jake approached you and helped Lo’ak take your body to Ronal. In other circumstances she would have refused to help a human, but seeing the pain in Lo’ak’s eyes made her change her mind.

You don’t know how long it took for her to treat you. You had blurry and unreliable memories of her cleaning your wound, applying pressure to it and using special balms to cure it. Lo’ak was so worried that he spent the whole night on a chair next to you, waiting for any news until he fell asleep.

When you woke up it was midnight. Neytiri and Jake were the only ones who were with you. You tried to reincorporate yourself, but your whole body hurt, especially your leg. You growled in pain and looked around the marui. Now you were wearing the nose tube and dry clothes. Neytiri probably made sure to change your clothes before you got hypothermia.

“Hey, go easy.” Jake advised. “You’re seriously injured.”

“Where’s Lo’ak?” you asked worriedly.

“He went to pray to Eywa.” Neytiri explained. “He feared you wouldn't wake up. You lost a lot of blood.”

“It’s a miracle that you haven’t lost your leg.” Jake commented.

You breathed slowly and looked at your leg. The wound went from your toes to your knee. You were definitely going to have a massive scar, but you didn’t care. You were alive, and so was Lo’ak.

Jake and Neytiri made sure you were hydrated and let you rest for a bit. You feel asleep again, until you heard the clumsy steps of a certain someone, who stumbled and thankfully didn’t fall to the ground. You laughed and Lo’ak looked at you with the brightest smile. He had that kind of smile that could enchant anyone. Maybe the thought of losing him made you realize your real feelings for him.

“You’re awake!” he exclaimed as he sat next to you. “Are you okay? Do you need something?”

“I just need you to stay by my side.” you confessed, blushing a little.

He bit his lip nervously and looked at you. His heart was going faster than usual. This was the first time he really took a moment to admire your face. The way you had dimples when you smiled, the small freckles on your cheeks, the way your hair fell gracefully on your shoulders…

“I didn’t mean what I said before, when we were swimming.” he apologized. “I’m sorry. I don’t want you to leave and you were right. I should be like-”

“No.” you interrupted him. “I was also wrong for that. You don't have to change. You’re loyal, funny, brave… I care about you so much, Lo’ak. I’m so sorry. You’re perfect just as you are. ”

He blushed at your words. You cared about him… You really did. Your feelings were finally starting to come out, but, as always, Lo’ak had to make some sort of joke.

“Did you just compliment me?” you rolled your eyes and laughed.

“Maybe.” you smiled. “Now that I think about it, I do need something else.”

“Whatever you need.” he said.

Your request was bold, and it could go very wrong, but you were tired of living like this for so many years. Especially after realizing how you felt about him.

“I need you to kiss me properly.”

He was in shock. You liked him back. He couldn’t believe it. You didn’t comprehend the emotions he was feeling and it took too long for him to answer, so you decided to save the situation with humor.

“Ha! I got you.” you faked a laugh. “I was joking. Just forget what I said.”

Your words became whispers when he held your face in his hands. He looked at you deeply in the eyes, as if you were the most precious thing he had ever seen, as if he was afraid of losing you right there and then. And he pressed his lips to yours. It was soft and delicate. The kind of kiss that meant everything without any need of words. You kissed him back and placed your hands on his hair, stroking his braids

After the kiss he pressed his forehead to yours and caressed your cheeks.

“You look cute when you are nervous.” he giggled.

“I’m holding back from smacking you just because you saved me.” you joked.

“Not even because you like me a little bit?” he asked.

“I don’t like you, Lo’ak.” you said, worrying him a little bit. “I love you.”

He kissed you again, placing his hands on your back and hugging you tightly, caressing your skin like a deity. For the first time in his life he knew that no matter where he was you were his home.

“I love you too.”

#lo'ak #lo'ak x you #lo'ak x reader #loak #avatar #avatar 2 #thewayofwater #neteyam #neytiri #kiri #tuk #angst #fluff #imagine #fanfic #oneshot

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bittersweet-riley · 7 months

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Angel (Chapter 7)

Pairings: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!OC!Reader

Summary: When simon's mission went terrible wrong, she was there to save him. So far only her call sign was angel, but maybe she was his angel nonetheless.

"What is Ivanov planning to do now?" Ghost asked as he followed Angel. She secured the street before continuing on and climbing through one of the broken windows into one of the many abandoned houses. "Right now? Killing you. But don't worry Ghost, you seem to have a really good guardian angel."

Warnings: Mention of blood, mention of torture, manipulation, brainwash, weapons, kidnapping, swearing, smut (kind of) in later chapters, mention of medical stuff that may not be true or accurate, description of a reader that may not be like you imagined reader, still use of Y/N, clearly female reader, perhaps bad english, third person view (switching from reader to Simon), multiple chapters

Opening

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Angel panted heavily as her knees slipped over the stones and her entire upper body landed on the cold stone. She stretched her arms forward and grabbed the falling person. Her chest was already hanging over the edge of the building, her hair falling over her face when the person's hand grabbed her and the weight pulled her down a little further. "Ah. God, you're heavy." She breathed heavily and struggled with her other hand until she could grab his wrist with both hands.

Max had already shot the enemy. The body was right next to Angel, not making her position particularly comfortable. The soldier dangled from Angel's hands. His brown eyes bore into hers as his fingers wrapped around her arm. He still held his gun with his other hand.

"Max!" Angel shouted as she slid a little further towards the abyss. "Help would be nice."

Another hand appeared next to Angel. Max's large hand had easily grabbed Ghost and pulled him back onto the roof. Angel sat up, breathing heavily, holding her sore shoulder.

"I feel like saving you is my new full-time job." A crooked grin hung on Angel's lips as she studied Ghost. It was strange that Max was a bit taller than Ghost, because she had already noticed how small she actually was next to Ghost.

The rescued man looked at the body on the ground, his eyes then traveled from Angel's legs to her face. Angel could feel his hot gaze on her body. Ghost still wore Sem's mask, so she could follow every glance he toke.

Angel hummed as she pursed her lips and then extended her arm to point at Max. "Ghost, this is Max." She introduced the two men.

Max also wore a mask. Angel wondered if Ghost wore a mask for the same reason as Max, but she had to put her curiosity aside for now. "Max, you know what to do. Meet me at the truck."

"Copy that!" Max replied. His thick accent and deep voice only made him even scarier. He swung himself from the roof of the building, landed on the fire escape and then disappeared through a window into the building's interior.

"Why?" Ghost's sharp voice cut through the air and caused her attention to wander back to the soldier, where it didn't stay for very long. She picked up her sniper rifle that was previously hanging around her back and put it back on her shoulder to secure the environment.

"Why I have to keep saving you? I have no idea." She breathed through her lips that were twisted into a grin.

Ghost didn't seem to find this funny at all because he grabbed her and dragged her to the ladder where Max had previously disappeared from. Angel knew that he had questions and would rather clarify them in safety. But the time wasn't really right.

"Get down there." Ghost pointed to the ladder. She only listened to him since there was no other way down from the roof unless you wanted to jump to your certain death.

Ghost himself had forgone the ladder and jumped from the roof onto the fire escape, just like Max did. He was now standing below her and securing the area with his own rifle. When Angel arrived at his level, he went further down the swing staircase on the wall of the house.

He had his hand around Angel's upper arm as if she was his prisoner. It made Angel's eyebrows furrow in irritation. "I won't come with you if that's what you were planning on doing now."

Ghost grumbled in annoyance and used the nearest alley to push Angel against the wall of a building. "Why are you here?" Ghost now asked. He didn't threaten her with his gun 'cause it was loaded. The possibility of the gun going off and killing the redhead quicker than Ghost could have got his answers was to high.

His hand on her shoulder was firm but not enough to really hurt her. "I'm trying to save you. You and your whole team, actually." Angel whispered to suppress her anger. Screaming would only have drawn unnecessary attention. "You're making this a little harder for me than it needs to be." She sought his gaze.

His brown eyes were as cool as his voice. "Why saving us? I know Ivanov himself is no longer here, but we can at least take out one of his outposts." Ghost explained, making her shake her head.

Her gaze became soft, almost pained. "The more of his soldiers you take out, the more people he will kidnap and forcibly turn into one of his henchmen. He no longer needs the base here. And you won't find any information here either."

Ghost let go of her and turned away from her. "We arranged the mission at short notice to not give Ivanov much of a head start. Looks like it didn't worked out."

Angel pushed her hair out of her face. "Of course not. He is too well informed about your moves." She studied Ghost for just a second before pulling her handgun from the holster on her leg. "We have to move now. We're running out of time."

"What is Ivanov planning to do now?" Ghost asked as he followed Angel.

She secured the street before continuing on and climbing through one of the broken windows into one of the many abandoned houses. "Right now? Killing you. But don't worry Ghost, you seem to have a really good guardian angel." She would have loved to see Ghost's face when she looked at him again. But he always radiated the same monotonous aura.

The redhead went up the stairs and opened a door to a bedroom. She pushed the curtain aside and looked outside to secure the streets again. It didn't seem to be many of Ivanov's soldiers around, nor did she see any of Ghost's teammates. "Did you go to my grave, jet?" She asked without looking at Ghost again.

"Yes, I received your information." Ghost replied lowly with a warm rasp in his voice. She ignored the goosebumps that spread across her skin.

Angel pushed the curtain all the way to the side and opened the window. She swung one leg out before turning to Ghost and placing her index finger over her lips. Then she climbed out of the window onto the roof of the garage. She continued crouching until she reached the edge where she looked down and stuck her weapon back in its holster. Instead, she pushed up her pant leg and pulled out the knife that was attached to her leg. Once again she looked back at Ghost, who had followed her onto the roof and was now looking down at the enemy.

Angel braced herself on the edge of the roof with one hand, then jumped. In the short free fall, she swung the knife and rammed it into the enemy's unprotected area between his jaw and neck. She bent her knees slightly to cushion the fall, then tore the knife back from his neck and a fountain of blood gushed from the open wound. The enemy fell to his knees in a matter of seconds while holding his neck. Angel took advantage of the soldier's panic to steal his radio and clipped it on her belt.

Ghost was still on the roof. His gun was in his hand and he secured the road for Angel. Only when the enemy fell to the ground with a thud did his eyes settle on Angel and the corpse. She ran the blood-stained blade over sleeve without breaking eye contact with the man. "Would you like me to help you down?" She asked teasingly with a slight smirk.

The soldier ignored her sarcasm and effortlessly jumped off the roof like it was nothing. It left Angel briefly staring in admiration, which was quickly interrupted by the enemy's radio. The sounds were faint, but Angel could still hear the russian message. "We have to move on." She told Ghost now tensely. She followed the road a little further until she reached a car dealership. The door opened without any problems and Angel walked purposefully to the reception desk to take a handful of car keys from one of the drawers.

"Does anyone else know about my letters?" Angel asked casually as she walked between the cars, trying to find the cars that matched the keys in her hand.

"No, no one but your father." Ghost said.

"Okay." Angel breathed, opening a car door as it unlocked. She knelt on the seat and put the key in the ignition. But instead of starting the car, she stood up again and left the car door open. She did exactly the same thing with the other cars that the remaining keys matched. "You came here in a helicopter, right?"

It surprised Angel that Ghost didn't question her actions or stop her in any way. He was always a few steps away from her and made the environment safe for her. She wondered which of the two was really a guardian angel.

"Positive." He confirmed briefly.

She held out the last key to him. "Tell your team that the attack is starting from the east. Ivanov's people will try to encircle you. They come with tanks. And they won't shy away from destroying every single building until there's nothing left of this ghost town. The rest of the soldiers who are already holding position here are already retracting to give the tanks a clear shot. Your pilot won't get here in time to collect you. Take the cars and move out." She explained. "Max and I will be gone before you. So don't try to follow us."

His fingers brushed against her skin as he took the keys and then looked at the car. However, his gaze quickly landed on Angel again, which made her cheeks turn slightly red.

"Still questions?" She asked, tilting her head so her hair covered her cheeks.

"Does Ivanov know you're here?" His question made Angel giggle briefly.

"Of course not, what do you think?"

Ghost's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was thinking. "How did you escape?"

She licked her lips. "That's a story for another time. Short Version, Max was assigned to the mission here and so this was the perfect opportunity to finally disappear with him." She brushed her hair out of her face again. "I have to go now. Keep looking for the traitor. If you don't find him, at least find out who you can really trust. In our situation, that's worth a lot." She tried to give Ghost a small smile, meant to symbolize a farewell, but with his intense stare she only managed to pull her lip between her teeth.

"Where are you going now?" Ghost asked further. His rifle dangerously ready in his hands.

The girl shrugged her shoulders, knowing exactly what would happen next. "First I have to hide before I can rise from the dead. But you don't have to miss me, I'll see you again."

"Why do you say that like you see me but I don't see you?" His words were phrased less like a question and more like a statement, like a revelation that he had realized that she had a plan.

This time a grin spread across Angel's face. "Depends on whether you recognize me or not." She walked slowly towards Ghost as not to startle him. "If things go wrong, I will know one way or another. If you or someone innocent is in danger, I will be there to stop it. I promise." Quickly, she blew a kiss on his cloth-covered lips and then disappeared between the cars and left the area.

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A mask covered her face. His scent was still in the soft yet rough material. It made it easier for her to concentrate.

The weapon in her hand was warm and light. The woman it was aimed at had her hands tied to a radiator and her mouth taped shut. Tears streamed down her face, which left Angel cold.

A key was pushed into the front door lock. There was a click as the door burst open and just a moment later she was standing in the living room with her own gun, the barrel pointed at Angel. "Who are you?"

"For now you can call me Angel. But in the end my current name doesn't matter. Sooner or later it will change again." A crazed smile appeared on Angel's face.

"What do you want from me?" The woman's eyes move to the hostage. There were a lot of emotions in them that she tried to hide, but Angel could see it clearly. It was exactly what Angel wanted.

"You always ask the right questions, Kate." The grin on Angel's face disappeared. "I need your help."

"With what?" Kate's voice was hard but there was a tremble in her question. The uncertainty and fear that normally Angel should have felt.

Angels thought for a moment before looking at Kate more closely. She must have just gotten back from work because her hair was still tied up in a tight braid and she looked like she hadn't slept in several days. "I need a new identity."

Kate looked at Angel confused. "And how exactly should I be able to help you with that?"

"I have to become someone who can reach him." Angel raised her free hand and pointed to her mask. "The task force. Ghost."

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the-firebird69 · 2 years

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The blockade is still down and not replenished by the empire. It is open day here in the United States on max and they are suffering they're trying to get the Empire shifts to do it and they simply say we can't afford to find the planet from the comet Empire and it's true and they didn't say we're going to run out of fuel and supplies and they see them trying to build ships and boats and they suck. It's been a day you don't have a million up yet and there are 800 million at the door. Submarines and ships and boats are all inwards fighting along the shore the more locker called the duty 2 and they're using what they call a heavy hand on foreigners and they're getting wiped out. Tons of warlock saw the guy get arrested at Publix and still don't get it. Huge ships are offshore from foreign countries and their foreigners they're not clones and they're not morelock. It's a war and they started it. And there's a large number of vessels trying to get ashore and the foreigners have sent for people for troops and breaching equipment it went ready. It's arriving this morning and yes tons of it all around the United States and we are taking the remaining Shatteredome yes. They will advance shortly right now they're hammering on a smaller boats and vessels or brave enough to go out there and they are hitting them pretty hard, it is a smaller boats and vessels that is. It's very ugly to see what happens the small boats approach the flotilla they're hailed who are you what are your intents they respond with the enemy and we hear the monitor a missiles launched and the small boats are gone. You think we need business with you here with these people are saying about you Max. We know they hate you a lot they don't mind their son that much but they can't stand you they know what he's doing mostly fights you people. I don't see evidence of our presence. Now you got a big problem here today and there's some people that don't know what they should be doing like the guy across the street he said he died Trump. He needs to leave the neighborhood he's been trying to get a weapon all morning just to harm our son with. So we're going to harm him very badly over and over and over. I'm going to start shortly. Yeah okay our son says it for the video that person is dead. And yes Donald Trump died there's another one there across the street is Woody harrelson and that's what we're talking about he needs to leave cuz he wants to use him as a threat and plan to and I guess if you're foreigners it's working. Look at BG he's got the math wrong again not a huge surprise but important. So your son hasn't said the way I do BG says I wouldn't do that but he doesn't want he's making fun of me because this is terrible it's mostly because of these trumpsters and Trump and what he did is it terrible person and he's dead and there's a whole bunch of them and they keep dying and showing up and saying his stupid lines and as rome falls. BG ads.

See huge invasion Force and not yet breached the shores not even one place and yes there is a force coming from the north it's gigantic

Thor Freya

And my husband says this to his Russian grandma wouldn't you know it by the time you get here place is a crap she says back I know it that's how it is here

Hera I said all of it but he's involved

Zues what the hell do you mean involved I said half of it we are narrating I know what I'm saying what do you saying I'm saying I'm going to figure out who that woman was black hair is to be you fooling around with yourself or the retard.. I see so you checking to see who it is I really did know something what exactly are you doing there and where are you so I get it but I'm not going to stop saying this about you okay I don't really think it I should have a bad reputation because I'm trying to figure out who's bothering me well that's a different story

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velvett-tearss · 3 years

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Black Tea & Blushes — L. Ackerman

summary: The two of you never got along, but there were times that even fire and ice made a perfect pair.

warnings: cursing, no spoilers for anything past early s1, Levi’s a little shit at first (surprise, surprise), mentions of blood (they’re fighting titans :-) lol) gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

genre: semi-canonverse, fluff, enemies to lovers (?)

word count: 3.3k

a/n: this was very self-indulgent lmao, sorry if it’s a bit messy 😭, <Hange, Connie & Sasha3 make an appearance bc I love them and you should too, hope you enjoy it <3

"Couldn't you have gotten a cadet to do this?"

You raised a sharp brow at the man, trying to keep yourself from flipping his desk over. "Would you have yelled at them like you just yelled at me?"

The man's grey eyes didn’t meet yours, but there was a scowl on his face. Despite his steely eyes, he didn't say anything back. Instead, he pursed his lips and turned back to continue his paperwork.

You huffed in an attempt to ground yourself after being yelled at for the past two minutes. You took a sip from your own cup of the tea you had prepared for him, letting yourself savor the taste.

"I don't understand." you said, tasting the earthy, black tea. "You said it was too cold last time, so I made sure it was extra warm. What's wrong with it? Is it too sour for you? I only added a few drops of lemon this time."

Levi remained silent, but you stood your ground, tapping your boot against the pavemented floor as you waited at his desk for an answer. You wouldn't let him win, not this time. Day after day, it seemed like he only grew ruder and ruder.

Your dislike for Levi Ackerman started the day you met him. He was still just a soldier when you joined the Survey Corp, and it wasn't long after that he become Captain.

He was mean, and he never seemed to care about anything, but God forbid you make a reckless move out in the field. It was as if all hell broke loose if you used a bit too much gas when slicing the nape of a Titan's neck.

"Not everyone is Humanity's Strongest." you had spat at him when he scolded you on the way back to the walls. That only earned you a glare, seeing as Hange managed to secure your safety. If it weren't for them, you were certain you would've gotten stuck with stable duty for a month's end.

You were glad he was nice to them, at least.

At some point, you got promoted to Captain as well. One would think that since you shared the same rank, he would grow warmer to you, but that was another one of your mistakes.

Everything about him rubbed you the wrong way, from his disagreeable manners to his awful way of speaking to soldiers. And, it was your disdain for him that got you stuck in this mess.

"A cadet could've done this." Levi stated again; you felt like you were being patronized. He raised a brow at you, holding the teacup in his hand. "A cadet could’ve made better tea than you.”

"Obviously not, Captain." you threw back sourly, snatching the cup from his hand. "A cadet could not have done this because if I hadn't interfered two weeks ago, who knows what you would've done to the poor man. And, all he did was make your tea wrong!”

Levi blinked at you, appearing bored with your conversation. "If you hadn't interfered, that soldier would be back with those good for nothing Military Police Officers doing what they're best at."

You gritted your teeth. "And, what are they good for, Captain Ackerman?”

His brow twitched slightly. “Absolutely nothing."

You let out a bitter laugh, placing the white ceramic teacups back on the tray you had brought in. "Now that you say it out loud, that reminds me a lot of someone I know."

"What an awful way to talk about yourself.” Levi threw back with ease.

The urge to roll your eyes at him was weighing on you, but you were stronger than the immaturity he seemed to bring out in you. "Captain, you must be growing old if you've already forgotten we're the same rank."

Your decision of keeping yourself calm in his presence payed to be of use when you noticed the slight pause in his pen strokes at your words.

But, you were well aware of how trustworthy Levi was in the sense that you knew he could always come back with something even worse than what he's told you before.

"If you were of any use, you would know what's wrong with your tea. I'm sure even King Fritz could tell good tea from awful tea, and he's the most useless of them all." Levi told you, pen moving over the papers in front of him swiftly.

"He could probably also tell a grown man from a spoiled brat," you told him, taking the tray with you as you left his office. "But, you make even that task seem impossible."

You had to stop the triumphant grin from growing on your face when you heard his faint scoff from the other side of the wooden door.

Even if you managed to snag the last word of that argument, it didn’t feel as good as it usually did. The only reason you involved yourself in Levi Ackerman’s nightly tea was because 1) you didn’t like the way he spoke to the poor soldier who got stuck with job of handling it, and 2) Erwin asked that you try and be a bit nicer to your fellow captain.

You only did it to keep your job, really, and you would never let your Commander think less of you, even if he did favor Levi. Even Hange had tried to coax you into not letting The Ackerman’s sharp tongue get to you, but that didn’t seem to work.

Levi and you would never be friends, if that’s what Erwin meant when he pulled you aside at supper a few nights before. It was a lie to say you didn’t admire the man’s impressive skills, because you did.

But, admiration and respect were two separate things.

The two of you were jagged edges of broken glass that didn’t fit together, and that was perfectly fine. You didn’t mind being Levi being a sharp piece of glass, just as long as he kept his corners to himself and far from you.

Erwin, as observant as usual, caught on to the solution to your problem, and he even made sure you and Levi would rarely ever cross paths when the Scouts were out on an expedition. The two of you worked on opposite sides of the formation.

The only time you would ever work together would be if there were no other options, but both of you were reliable in your own senses: him with his... whatever he called it, and you with your wits.

You didn't mind being farthest from him, and if it were up to you, you'd go even farther.

“Hey, you got new glasses.” you stated, noticing the new pair of brown frames that Hange wore the morning as the Scouts waited for the signal to begin the expedition.

“Oh, don’t remind me.” they said with a frown, holding the glasses in their hands. “Last night, Moblit and I were doing some research, and someone must’ve stolen my glasses because I couldn’t find them this morning.”

“Stole? Isn’t that a big accusation?”

They let out a hearty laugh. “It is! That’s why I’m saying it!” Hange replied, golden eyes widened at you in exasperation. “I’ve been stuck with these, and they’re too big for my face. All they do is fall off.”

“So maybe don’t wear them?” you wondered as you caught a glimpse of the dark head of hair you knew too well. “What’ll you do if you lose them out in the field? Better safe than sorry.”

“I wish, but I’m as blind as a bat without them.” Hange reasoned with a sigh before quickly composing themselves. “But, now that you mention it, I never did mind a challenge.”

The smirk growing on their face was one you didn’t quite like. Before you could talk some sense into them (if that were even possible) the signal went off to begin the mission.

They gave a wide smile and a thumbs up as a good luck token. "Don’t do anything crazy!” you called out when the two of you parted ways, taking your squad with you. “I mean it, Hange!”

Hange waved you off, charging in faster in their horse. It was up to poor Moblit to chase right after them.

Your squad remained close together for the majority of the mission. There wasn't much to do on your end of things, which was a relief. At some point, you decided to stop for a quick break before pushing forward.

If you were able to see five mintues into the future, you would never have let your squad talk you into taking a lunch break. Just as you were relaxing a bit, there was an Abnormal coming from the thick trees.

Your sense of smell wasn't as skilled as Miche, and if it weren't for one of the younger cadets on your squad who had a keen sense of hearing, you all would've been Titan food.

It didn't take long for you to spring into action, your squad following suit. You made sure to use the plans Erwin had issued out on previous Scout meetings.

When the Abnormal finally made it to where you and your squad stopped, the beastly creature managed to catch one of your soldiers in midair. As the young boy was raised in the air, his stomach couldn't contain his recent lunch.

Gravity works in wonders, you thought when his earlier lunch fell onto you with a splat! You couldn't blame the poor boy; it was better upstairs than downstairs. As terrible a feeling it was to have chunky vomit all over you, you knew it would be as even worse feeling if the boy died under your care.

Your squad got to him before any damage was permanent, at least physically. When the killing blow was done, you tended to your soldier. He muttered out apologies for having thrown up on you, but you were merely in the line of fire.

"It's okay, Connie." you reassured him after pulling off your green cape that had been soiled in aid to shield you. “I’d rather it be your lunch on me than your organs.”

You ordered that he ride with your other cadet, Sasha. He let out a pained laugh at your words, leaning against her on her horse. She scolded him for “wasting so much food,” to which lead to their silly banter, which you didn’t mind as long as they were safe.

As unfortunate as it was, that incident wasn't the last of it. There wasn't much time between Connie getting his ribs crushed by a Titan and the numerous amount of red flares that were being shot into the air. The amount of red powder in the sky was enough to cast a shadow of worry over you.

By the time your squad made it to where the red flares had been signaled, it was a mess. Abnormal and Pure Titans were ambushing the rest of whatever was left of the Survey Corp. Your squad wasted no time in following your orders as you made a beeline for the trees where a group of Abnormals were huddled together.

When you finally got a good look at the scene in the forest, your sight was met with Titan smoke and blood of fallen comrades. It was a disaster, as it always was. But you knew, where there was smoke, there was definitely fire.

And, that fire was Humanity’s Strongest Soldier.

He looked ablaze, nothing but a flash in the distance. Slicing Titan limbs as if they were merely flowers in his way, Levi Ackerman was kicking ass. It was in moments like this — where he looked like the answer to all the prayers of the people inside the walls — that you wondered if you truly hated him all along.

“Section Commander!” Moblit cried, chasing after Hange as they swung on the highest tree of the forest. It seemed as though they forgot all about how loose their glasses were as they did a number of twirls in the air. His voice was enough to snap you out of your trance and assist your fellow comrades.

You managed to fight off three Pure Titans and two Abnormals for what seemed like forever. It might’ve been even worse if not for Connie Springer’s lunch all over you that acted as Titan Repellant.

Perhaps you would tell Hange of your new discovery, but every time you managed to get close to them while fighting off the Titans, all they did was badger you with questions upon questions.

“Are you sure you haven’t you seen them?!” Hange cried for the fifth time, eyes squinted at you from their branch opposite you. Moblit was fighting off a creepy Abnormal with ugly teeth a few feet from you.

“No, I haven’t! And, didn’t I tell you your glasses would fall if you took them with you?!” you shouted back from your place on the tree before taking a breath to try to slice the neck of your second Pure Titan. “Go back to the wagon, Hange, before you get yourself killed!”

They huffed and puffed, but they let Moblit guide them to the wagon to wait until the rest of the Scouts could find a moment to retreat back to the walls.

After finally slicing the nape of your final Titan, you looked over to where you had last seen Levi. Only, he was nowhere to be found. A panic set in when you couldn’t find any sight of him.

“Captain?” you called out from your place on a tree branch where you were catching your breath. You squinted your eyes to get a farther look, but it didn’t help that much. “Captain Ackerman, are you there? Do you—”

But, that’s when you felt a jostle of wind hit your back. You turned quickly to see the dark-haired man swinging through the trees, holding an unconscious Oluo.

You followed him, figuring if you took his squad member off his hands that Levi would have a better chance of taking down more Titans. Maybe even with a man who weighed far more than himself in his hands, Levi could still have a better chance than you.

“Captain, I’ve got him. I’ll take—”

But, Levi wouldn’t budge. It was like he wasn’t listening to you, and you didn’t know if it was by choice or coincidence. You huffed and rushed quicker to help him in carrying Oluo.

Maybe it was just your luck, or maybe it was just his, but right before you managed to reach him, a Titan’s jaw came from below him, wide and ready for lunchtime.

There was nothing for him to do, not with his hands full. Surely he knew that from the way his grey eyes finally broke through from that awful void he’d placed you in, the one where all you ever got from him was scoldings and insults and cold stares that often made you wonder if he actually did hate you.

And, for the first time, you saw panic flash through his grey eyes, his life flash before his eyes.

“Levi!” you cried, using the rest of your ODM gear’s gas to catch up to him. You knew if he were to survive such an event, he would scold you for wasting your gas on an old lump like him.

But, for once, Levi had something to say about you that didn’t regard your incompetence to make decent tea or your recklessness that spurred you to use all your gas just to save him and the bullheaded, baboon by the name of Oluo.

It was your astonishing speed.

You got to the two men right before the great wide jaws of the Titan could snap closed and swallow the three of you for its meal, which Levi had to admit (but probably never would) was quite impressive.

“Shit!” you hissed out when the three of you landed on another tree branch. As quick as you got to the branch was as quick as Miche was to come and ensure your safety, slicing the Titan’s nape with ease.

Oluo was still unconscious and a little bloodied up and battered, but he was safe.

“What the hell were you thinking?!” Levi yelled, voice slightly hoarse from everything that had just happened. His hair was a mess, and you held back a laugh at the sight of him. “Why— why would you? I mean, what— and, why do you smell like—”

“A thank you is perfectly fine, Ackerman.” you coughed out, catching your breath from the overexertion you just forced yourself through. Carrying two grown men was tough, especially when it was between life or death. “As for the smell, one of my soldiers threw up on me.”

Levi blinked at you, his expression consisting of disgust and confusion. “What?”

“My soldier. He threw up on me earlier.”

“I heard you the first time.” he told you, blinking quickly as if it were going to grant him some clarity. You didn’t know if his confusion was from your act of saving him and his squad member or from not knowing what to say to you after.

He looked funny, with his hair that of a bird’s nest and his cheeks flushed pink.

“Did you hit your head on the way down?”

“W-what?”

“Your head? Did you hit it?”

“No, I-I’m fine.” he scrambled upright, finding purchase on the unconscious Oluo’s shin. Your eyes flickered to where his hand was placed, and he snatched it right off immediately, burning a deeper shade of pink.

“Oh.” you muttered, holding back a chuckle. There was no way Levi was without a concussion, not with the way he was acting all of a sudden: stuttering and turning pink on you. It was a wonder you caught up to him before he collapsed.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Captain?” you asked again, fixing your uniform before getting to your feet. You wobbled a bit; Levi raised a brow at you. “You look sick. Why don’t you sit in the injury wagon for a bit on the way back? Just in case.”

He waved you off, standing on his two feet as well. You didn’t want to cause a fight, not right after what had just happened and not outside the walls, so you decided to say nothing about his seeming concussion.

The two of you lifted Oluo off the ground, blood seeping from the side of the man’s mouth. “Is it his ribs? Was it an Abnormal? They were awful today.” you questioned, looking to Levi for answers.

“He bit his tongue, again, before ramming into a tree.” Levi told you, averting his gaze from you as he shifted the man against his shoulder for a better grip. “He said something f-fell from the sky.”

You nodded, letting yourself chuckle. “What could it’ve been? Bird shit?”

Levi shrugged at your words.

He was far too quiet for your liking. Maybe he did have a concussion. It wouldn’t be good if he rode back like that. Perhaps if you spoke to Erwin or Hange about it, one of them could convince Levi to get checked out once you got back to the walls.

The two of you managed to get back to the rest of the Scouts safely. You helped Levi placing Oluo in the wagon with the wounded and the fallen while everyone else was getting accounted for.

All the while, Hange was trying to persuade Erwin into letting them form a search party for their glasses that had fallen while they were swinging on the trees.

Though you were straining to listen to their conversation, you were more than certain that Erwin would never allow such a thing, but you had to admire Hange’s efforts, as fruitless as they were.

“Thank you.”

You snapped your head to Levi.

He refused to meet your gaze again, busying himself with readjusting his soldier’s cape. If not for the obvious step into uncharted territory between the two of you, you would’ve commented on the rosy blush he adorned.

Suddenly, you were overcome with a laughter, waving him off with your hand quickly. “I was just joking about that, Captain. Sorry, I don’t mean to laugh, but I’m just surprised you actually—”

He scoffed, the expression on his face shifting to one of impatience. “Don’t be a brat. Just take the compliment.” Levi huffed out, visibly annoyed with your chatter.

A look of shock overtook your face. “Oh, so you’re complimenting me? Why didn’t you just say so, then?”

“Oi, that’s not what I meant—”

“No, it’s fine. I heard you, loud and clear.” you interrupted, smiling widely at him. “You’re oh-so very welcome, Captain Ackerman, and if you ever need me to save your ass again, you know where to find me.”

Levi opted to say nothing back, merely shaking his head at you when you gave a lazy salute and started back to the other side of the formation where your horse and squad awaited you.

“Besides,” you shrugged, turning back for a moment to catch him looking at you. “Who else would teach me how to make tea?”

note: I don’t think I specified it, but Oluo was knocked unconscious bc some object (Hange’s glasses) fell from the sky lmao 🐸

#snk x reader #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #shingeki no kyojin #snk #aot #aot x you #levi ackerman x y/n #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman fluff #levi ackerman scenario #levi ackerman imagine #attack on Titan #snk x y/n

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hollow-dweller · 3 years

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Masterlist of Fic

AO3 | Author's Favourites

all my fic compiled in one spot, for your reading pleasure. primarily MCU and Pilgrimage (2017), with a few other fandoms sprinkled in there.

MCU

couldn't get no silver, couldn't get no gold (3.5k, Complete)

“There is no evil scheme, Spider-Man. You have been brought here to die.”

Despite himself, a thrill of dread races up his spine at those calm, matter-of-fact words. It doesn’t sound like a threat- it sounds like a certainty.

“Yeah, okay. Can’t say I’m a fan of that plan-”

“Your preference is immaterial. You will die, and I will watch. Good-bye.”

Whumptober Prompt: Waking up restrained | Hanging

sew your fortunes on a string (2k, Complete)

Tony can’t speak. His prosthetic hand is clenched so tightly he can feel the metal of his palm warping. His other arm is entirely numb.

“Mr. Stark,” Peter says, voice rough and strained around the grip clasped around his throat, but determined all the same. “If you don’t choose me, I’ll never forgive you.”

Whumptober Prompt: Pick who dies

when darkness comes upon you (1.5k, Complete)

Peter’s stared down the barrel of a gun a hundred times, in his tenure as Spider-Man. More, probably. It’s at the point where a gun barely even phases him, hardly registers as more than a prickle of his senses, danger low and humming and largely immaterial. Guns are just… easy to deal with, at this point. He’s seen so, so much worse.

That is, until he sees someone holding a gun to eight-year-old Morgan Stark’s head.

Whumptober Prompt: Held at gunpoint

all the wonders I have seen (I will see a second time) (27.7k, WIP)

Tony gets his soulmark when he is 31. He does not take it well. As usual, it’s Pepper who has to deal with the aftermath.

AKA the IronDad platonic soulmates AU that is actually about Pepper and May being awesome.

Unconscionable (14.4k, WIP)

A villain-with-a-heart-of-gold AU wherein Spider-Man steals from the rich and gives to the poor, keeps his powers under wraps--mostly--and does his best to stay away from anything that might bring him into SHIELD’s cross-hairs. That is, until a job has him investigating Stark Industries, and the conspiracy he uncovers sets him on a trail that leads directly to the Avengers.

the lock on the door (will not hold) (4.4k, WIP)

After Mr. Stark is kidnapped by an unknown enemy, Peter begins to notice that he's acting strangely. Cagey, forgetful, careless--even a little bit mean. Peter tries to tough it out, to put on a brave face; nobody should be worrying about him while Mr. Stark is obviously going through something. But as time goes on, and things don't get better, he can't shake the sense that there's something...more going on. That maybe, when they got Mr. Stark back...

They got him back wrong.

Pater Patriae (7.9k, WIP)

After Thanos, three fathers wake up to a brave new world.

A retelling of Endgame in a universe where things went a little differently.

i waste my truth on you (16.3k, WIP)

CW: non-explicit sexual assault

Feeling shut out by his friends on their junior class trip, Peter finds himself drawn into a fight alongside a new, strange superhero. And if that man, Mysterio, has a gaze that lingers, that makes his stomach turn and his cheeks heat and the hair on his neck stand up? It’s fine. He can handle it. He’s got this all under control.

And when Mysterio shows his true colors, stealing EDITH right from under Peter’s nose? That’s fine too. He can fix his mistakes. He doesn’t need any help taking down Mysterio. And he definitely doesn’t need any help dealing with the aftermath.

Pilgrimage

can't help falling (1.8k, Complete)

Modern AU. In which Diarmuid and David have a bit of an accident, and Ciarán comes to the rescue.

die just to keep them under (1.3k, Complete)

In which the monastery is threatened, Diarmuid is in danger, and Ciarán has a terrible thing to ask of the Mute.

love sent to me (5.7k, Complete)

A vaguely medieval fantasy AU in which Novice Diarmuid starts receiving mysterious gifts from a secret admirer. On an unrelated note, his dear friend Sir David returns to court unexpectedly, just in time for Midwinter.

my bones won't hold me up (1.8k, Complete)

In which Diarmuid falls ill and the Mute is Concerned.

everything's growing in our garden (1k, Complete)

Diarmuid never quite manages to leave his ghosts behind.

Whumptober Prompt: Don't say goodbye | Abandoned | Isolation

sing to the morning light (12.4k, Complete)

An assembly is called, and word spreads swiftly throughout the castle--de Merville has brought back a weapon, it is said, something prized greatly by the King, and has called for an audience to witness his glorious return. David is tempted to skip it, but another whisper catches his attention, and kindles something like curiosity within him.

They have brought back a boy with them, a foreign monk, clad in irons--for what purpose, nobody can yet say. It is a curious thing; the King has not been on the best of terms with the Church, as of late, but to place a man of the cloth under arrest--young though he may be--is a bold move, even for Raymond de Merville.

Whumptober Prompt: Broken Down

a cure i know that soothes the soul (1.9k, Complete)

Just some beach sex, lads.

rule with the velvet tongue (2.5k, Complete)

A sweet little post-canon fic in which Diarmuid melts David's brain, David breaks a chair, and much fun is had by all.

the hunter's heart, the hunter's mouth (3.2k, Complete)

An angst post-canon au in which Diarmuid and David must separate for their own protection, and neither of them are coping particularly well.

my kingdom (for your graces) (4.1k, WIP)

An omegaverse re-imagining of canon wherein alphas and omegas are exceptionally rare, and Diarmuid encountering an alpha for the first time has disastrous--maybe even deadly--consequences.

when the curtain is drawn (4k, Complete)

a violent calm. (1.4k, WIP)

In which modern-day detective David catches a killer, falls in love, and solves a crime, in that order.

Voltron

Post S8. Allura doesn't die when she sacrifices herself, but rather is thrown into an alternate universe where Shiro never died (but neither did Zarkon), she never lost her leadership role (but never became a paladin), and Keith never left (but Lance never...)

reaching in the dark (wash it away) (3.1k, WIP)

After pushing Allura out of the way from a rogue energy blast, Lance finds himself stuck in the astral plane, unable to reach out to his team. Luckily, Lance is not alone--Shiro is there too, trapped after the Black Lion saved his spirit from disappearing alongside his body in their final battle with Zarkon.

As grateful as the two paladins are to have each other, they are now the only two people not-quite-alive who know about the terrible danger lurking in Team Voltron's midst. Somehow they must reach back beyond the borders of the astral plane to save their remaining teammates--and hopefully, be saved in return.

#masterlist #my writing #pilgrimage (2017)#irondad #spider-man #voltron #figured it was about time #also yes i'm aware ''assorted other fandoms'' consists mainly of vld fic right now #but i got plans

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simpcircus · 4 years

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Accidental

Warning(s): cursing, fluff

Word count: 2.8k

A/N: Sorry for taking way too long for this request! I hope I don’t disappoint you too much, anon TT

“T’as d’beaux yeux, tu sais?” The flirtatious voice of a man you knew so well entered your ears from afar and you were trying your hardest to ignore the tinge of jealousy that was currently present in your chest.

Not too far away from you, there stood Polnareff in all his glory - shooting his shot with a bunch of young looking women using his flirty lines. Him being a smooth talker is old news and everyone in the team already knew how flirty Polnareff could be. His words are so sweet as if they’re coated with honey everytime he speaks, and his dazzling smile has never failed to charm you.

While you had to admit that you did fall in love with him due to his flawless outer appearance at first, Jean Pierre Polnareff is definitely more than his loud and silly demeanour. Time and time again, your assumptions about his personality were proven wrong as he kept showing new sides of himself to you. He’s an honorable man and despite his mild narcissism, you could tell that he means well. You also learn later on that Polnareff is a compassionate person and it only adds to his many charms.

It’s practically impossible for you to not fall in love with the frenchman honestly.

You had to hold back a sigh when you heard him shoot another flirty line to the girls. You’re well aware that jealousy is a disease, especially when he’s not even your boyfriend but you couldn’t help yourself. God you wished it was you instead that he’s flirting with because your feelings for Polnareff have started to become much more serious - to the point where he’s the only person you could think about nowadays.

It scares you on how much the Frenchman could affect your mind despite him not even trying.

With the scorching sun hanging in the sky above you, the level of your annoyance only accelerated the more you heard him flirting with those women. It was hard to ignore the bitterness in your chest and at this point, anyone can spot the frown on your face as you stared at the ground in silence.

“Are you okay (y/n)?” A gruff voice grabbed your attention, successfully pulling you away from your envy filled thoughts. Your eyes were quick to look up from the ground, only to see Mr. Joestar’s concerned face. “Ah, Joestar-san. I’m fine, don't worry about it.” Your lips quickly stretched into a smile to reassure him that there was nothing to be worried about and the man nodded. However, despite the nod he gave you, it was obvious that he’s not buying it - though the man didn’t want to be seen as intrusive, which was why he decided that it’s best for him to excuse himself.

Keeping your little crush for Polnareff to yourself wasn’t as easy as you’d expected it to be. While it was unnoticeable for the other crusaders at first,the extra observant ones like Kakyoin and Avdol were able to catch up rather quickly. It’s a relief that Avdol isn’t the type to focus on unimportant stuff like this, but Kakyoin seemed like he enjoyed teasing you about your crush for Polnareff. The redhead would give you knowing looks and you couldn’t do anything to stop him.

“I take it that you’re bothered by something, but I wonder what could it be” Kakyoin instantly appeared by your side as soon as Mr. Joestar was out of your sight, the tone of his voice was showcasing his curiosity and concern. You weren’t sure if it’s the right choice to tell the crusader about your jealousy, especially knowing that Kakyoin will tease the hell out of you later on.

Polnareff's flirting, your deafening silence and foul mood seem to give him an idea of what’s actually going on and you could almost see a lightbulb appearing on his head when he managed to piece everything together. Kakyoin’s violet eyes went back and forth between your sulking figure and Polnareff before he continued speaking. “I don't wish to assume, but is it about him?”

‘Just how observant this guy is?’ A small thought echoed in your head as you could feel a drop of cold sweat went down your back. He figured it all out by himself and you didn’t even say anything that could hint about your feelings.

“Fine. It is about him.” The frown on your face deepened as you admitted to your feelings, and Kakyoin instantly gave you the smirk that you knew so well. It's almost like he's proud of himself for being able to guess your thoughts correctly. “Maybe you should just tell him about your crush, (y/n). How long are you planning to keep it to yourself?”

Like hell you would.

“Non non non non non” You furiously shook your head at his suggestion, your arms were now crossed against your chest. “I would rather die than confess to him. Of course I didn’t want to die literally but you get what I mean.” Your face turned red at the thought of coming clean about your crush to the frenchman while Kakyoin let out a snicker out of amusement at your reaction.

"Even the way he speaks has rubbed off on you. Just how infatuated are you with him (y/n)?" You only glared at Kakyoin after his words but the redhead paid no attention to your silent threat.

Your friend parted his lips to continue taunting you but his words were cut off by some distant angry voices coming from Polnareff’s direction, and both of you were quick to turn to look at them. The women he was flirting with earlier looked unhappy while their mouths spouted appalling insults to the silver haired man.

“This guy really thinks he had a chance with us by relying on his shitty flirting skills. Pathetic!”

“You think your hair is cool but it’s actually not.”

“Your chance of getting into a relationship is probably as big as your non-existent eyebrows!”

The change in Polnareff’s facial expression wasn’t hard to spot. You were gritting your teeth while your eyes shot daggers at those women.

“(y/n), calm down.” Kakyoin tried his best to keep your anger under control even though he’s well aware that his effort was useless. Your mood was already foul to begin with, so he wouldn’t be surprised if you do anything that could cause harm to the women. Their obnoxious laugh only fueled your anger and as soon as another insult left their lips, you started stomping your feet towards their direction.

“Maybe you should mirror yourself first before approaching girls like us next time-” “The one who needs a mirror is you.”

Your voice was stern as you spoke and Polnareff’s eyes widened after realizing that you came into his defense. All his life, the man has never thought there will be a day when the person he’s interested in would defend him against a bunch of rude women. It made his heart flutter and Polnareff was trying his best to keep his composure around you. Though, he had to admit that his current situation was kind of embarrassing.

“How dare you!” One of the women glared at you but you weren't intimidated at all. Your journey with the other crusaders to Egypt has led you to meet countless enemies who are stand users. With the way they're dressed - lacy overpriced dresses that hung on their bodies like table cloth, unflattering homemade curls with badly drawn eyebrows and unblended eyeshadow - you wondered what exactly Polnareff saw in them to make him want to flirt with them. A bunch of rude, unfashionable and obnoxious women wouldn't scare you.

"Hah! Looks like the guy couldn’t even stand up for himself. How sad!"

It was the last straw for you, and your patience has finally run out, completely. As if a switch inside of your head got flipped by an unknown force, your cold eyes burnt with nothing but fury and you could tell that those women were greatly intimidated with the look in your face. They took a few steps backwards everytime you moved closer to them - while Polnareff watched in awe at how much power you have in scaring the group away.

He instantly took note to stay on your good side.

"What rights do you have to freely insult him? Are your insecurities that bad to the point where you would settle for cheap insults instead of just politely declining his advances?" You were trying so hard to not yell out of anger. The amount of unadulterated rage you have for these women were forcing you to lash out, give them some good beating with your stand and create a scene, but the more rational side of your brain stopped those barbaric thoughts - constantly reminding you to keep your cool especially when Polnareff's around to witness your actions.

Their deafening silence gave you the green light to continue talking and defend the frenchman who has stolen your heart. "Haven't you heard? If you have nothing nice to say then it's better if you just stay silent. This so-called 'pathetic' man might look 'uncool' or 'sad' but that still doesn't give you the right to insult him."

Polnareff wasn't sure if he should be offended by your words, or feel grateful that you're trying to stand up for him. Either way, his pride has taken a little hit.

"So you're defending him, yet your words implied that he is indeed, uncool and sad. Wasn't that a contradiction?-" "I'm not done yet!"

Your fists clenched by your sides while your nails digged into the flesh of your palms. At this point, all your thoughts about Polnareff have spiralled out of control and words of appreciation on the tip of your tongue are threatening to spill out from your mouth. You couldn't bear the thought of letting other people see him as a terrible person when he's not. You couldn't bear the thought of letting other people look down on him just because of his flirting tendency.

"I obviously can't change your opinion towards him, but I'll let you know that you're wrong."

All your life, you have always held onto the whole 'opinions couldn't be wrong because everyone has different perspectives' concept. However, this time's an exception.

“This guy right here” You paused your sentence to point your finger at Polnareff, your eyebrows furrowed in determination to prove those women wrong. “He’s AMAZING”

"He's more than how he appears. You probably think of him as a degenerate, but let me tell you again, you're wrong. He's great and he cares a lot for his friends." Your mind reverted back to the time when Polnareff risked his own safety just to save you. The enemy stand was too strong for you to defeat on your own, but you were still reckless at that time - which was why you were so quick to throw yourself into the battle despite all the warnings from the other crusaders. If it wasn't for him, you probably would have died.

"Polnareff doesn't deserve any of your insults! He almost got himself killed to save me, and I'll be damned if I say I didn't feel bad about it. All this time, I thought of him shallowly - just a prideful man who loves to boast about his abilities to literal strangers, but I was just as wrong as you are."

Polnareff stayed in silence as he listened to your words, his mouth slightly agape with shock. Butterflies fill in his stomach with every word of appreciation that leaves your mouth. Is this a dream? Or reality? He just simply couldn't believe it - his crush is speaking highly of him.

"The more you know him, the more charming he gets and I'm happy to know him as the person he really is. There isn't a day when I would complain about our fated encounter. It almost felt like a blessing, even, to know Polnareff. Everything about him is perfect despite his flaws. If you couldn't accept someone's flaws and opt to insult them instead, then I would kindly ask you to stop and leave. Your negativity and audacity aren't needed here."

It does feel nice to be able to speak out your thoughts.You had to mentally congratulate yourself for not completely losing your cool and still remain respectful while you were trying to defend Polnareff. However, those angry women seemed to target their fatuous insults towards you, but it was a relief that their attention wasn't fully directed towards the frenchman behind you.

"Look at them desperately trying to defend that walking trash."

"They probably like that poor excuse of a man so much."

"Where has their taste in men gone to?”

With the level of your anger increasing again, your brain could no longer think rationally as you began verbally lashing out on them, the tone of your voice raising higher and higher the more you spoke.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Are you so idiotic that I have to repeat myself? I said, you have no right to insult people. Yet here you are, still running your foul mouths like it's the only thing you could do in your sad life!"

Their faces turned pale at your outburst and Polnareff was getting more and more worried for you.

"H-hey (y/n).. Let's just leave-"

"No, Pol. I'm not going to let them get away - not after they've horribly insulted you."

You took one final step closer towards the group and they weren't moving an inch, as if you were about to end their lives in the most brutal way if they do.

"Jean Pierre Polnareff is a beautiful man inside out and it saddens me that your eyes have failed to capture his magnificence. He is the literal manifestation of art and inner beauty itself. Flaws or not, he's perfect in every way and I love him for who he is!"

And just like that, your biggest secret was no longer a secret. Polnareff was in utter shock, his eyes widened as he looked at you in disbelief. His face was covered in red; a rare shy response to your accidental confession - but you had it worse than him. The embarrassment you had for your own sudden, unplanned confession was unbearable and you wished you could just throw yourself deep into the depths of the atlantic ocean, never to be found again.

"L-let's just leave these two idiots, girls! We're clearly wasting our precious time here."

The women quickly turned to the opposite direction and left while grumbling about how scary you were, but you didn't pay much attention to them. Not when Polnareff has found out about your feelings for him.

Other than embarrassment, there was fear present in your chest as you didn't dare to look directly at him. Your heart was pounding loudly as you stood there in silence, awaiting for Polnareff's response. After a long moment of speechlessness, the silver haired man finally cleared his throat to ease the tense in the air.

"Thank you for having my back, amour. Those girls are being mean to me for no reason!" Polnareff's tone was lighthearted as he spoke and you quickly shook your head. "I-it's fine. I'm just trying to help, that's all." You still weren't able to look at him in the eye and Polnareff took an initiative to confirm his suspicions about your feelings for him.

"Say.. (y/n), do you really mean what you said earlier?"

A nervous laugh immediately left your lips as you rubbed your nape, your face still red from embarrassment. "Oh about the whole 'you're a great person and no one should insult you' thing? Of course! Insulting people is a bad thing to do anyways-"

"(y/n), mon amour."

You froze as your brain finally comprehended the fact that he called you 'amour' and your face only got redder than before. Did he really feel the same? Does Polnareff like like you?

The dumbfounded look on your face only caused him to laugh, and you'd dare say it was music to your ears. However, a small sigh left his lips shortly after he was done laughing. "Though, this is a little unfortunate, cherie. I've made an extravagant plan on how I wanted to confess to you but looks like you've beaten me to it!"

"Wait- you like me too, Polnareff?"

Polnareff let out a playful chuckle before decreasing the distance between the two of you, and leaned in towards your direction. Despite his playfulness during the current moment, there was warmth and adoration in his gorgeous blue eyes as he looked at you. "What if I say yes? Will I get a kiss, ange?"

You had no idea where your sudden surge of confidence came from, but it was surely useful for your current situation. Flashing him a cheeky smile to match his playful demeanour, you gave him a quick 'sure' before leaning into him and planted a quick yet sweet kiss on the corner of his lips, purposely missing his actual lips.

Polnareff was the one left in shock and just when he was about to whine about your little kiss, you were already walking away with a giggle. "Come on, let's get going Polnareff! Jotaro's gonna get mad at us if we're late"

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librarianbusdriver · 3 years

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Ted: Okay, where was I? You were telling us how you met mom. In excruciating detail. Right. So, back in 2005, When I was 27, My two best friends got engaged, And it got me thinking, maybe I should get married.

*Sigh*

And then I saw robin. She was incredible. I just knew I had to meet her. That's where your uncle barney came in. I suggest we play a little game I like to call Wait, no, no, no. We're not playing "have you met ted?" Hi. Have you met ted? So I asked her out. But after just one date, I was in love with her Which made me say something stupid. I think I'm in love with you. What?! Oh, dad. So then what happened? Nothing. I mean, I'd made a complete fool of myself. So, a week went by, and I decided not to call her. So you're not gonna call her? You went from, "I think I'm in love with you"

Trapped, the same hollow, dull story repeating again, and again, and again all around me. No way to change its course. No way to do anything but just... watch.

To "I'm not gonna call her"? I wasn't in love with her, okay? I was briefly in love with the abstract concept Of getting married. It had absolutely nothing to do with robin. Robin. Hi. Look who I ran into. Since when do you guys know each other? Oh, since about... Here. Lily recognized me From the news and... Hello, sailor! They just got engaged. Well, I should get back to the station. See you, guys. Nice seeing you, ted. Yeah, you, too. Thanks. What? Damn it! I'm in love with her. As your sponsor, I will not let you relapse. You blew it, it's over, move on. I don't know, I just have this feeling She's the future mrs. Ted mosby. ( Lily squeaks) Lily, you squeaked? She said something about me, didn't she? Come on, spill it, red! Fine. So, what do we think of ted? ( Iaughs) Ted's something else. Huh. I'm gonna spin that as good. Lots of guys are something, I'm something else. Comes on a little strong. But, that's part of my charm. But, that's part of his charm. Oh, totally. I mean, he's sweet, he's charming, He's just looking for something A little bit more serious than I am. I mean, the most I can handle right now is something casual. This just stays between us, right? Are you kidding? This flapper? Fort knox. Oops. She wants casual. Okay, I'll be casual. I'm going to be a mushroom cloud of casual. Cause it's a game... I want her to skip To the end and do the whole happily-ever-after thing. But you don't get there unless you play the game. So, are you going to ask her out? Yeah... No! I can't ask her out, Because if I ask her out, I'm asking her out. So, how do I Ask her out without asking her out? Did you guys get high? I got it. I don't ask her out. I invite her To our party next Friday. We're having a party next Friday? We are now. Casual. Like inviting a hundred people over just to mack on one girl. Oh, and lily, that's my leg. You waited five minutes to tell me that? All right, so call her up. No, calling's not casual. I just got to bump into her somewhere. Now, if only I knew her schedule, I could arrange a chance encounter. That's great, ted... you'll be the most casual stalker ever. Put that ring on her finger, lily had been, Well, extra affectionate. ( chuckling ): Baby, no. I have a 25-page paper on constitutional law due Monday. Hey, I'm just sitting here, wearing my ring,

Wallachia, how I miss you.

My beautiful ring. ( Typing) Kind of makes wearing other stuff seem wrong. Like my shirt. Kind of don't want to wear my shirt anymore. Or... My underwear. That's right, I'm not wearing any. ( Sighs ) No underwear? Not even slightly. Ted: Guys. Boundaries. Robin ( on tv ): Thanks, bill. I'm reporting from the razzle dazzle supermarket On 75th and columbus... 75th and columbus. Game on! Where four-year-old leroy ellenberg has climbed Inside a grab-a-prize machine and gotten stuck. ( Panting ) And, all in the pursuit of a stuffed, purple giraffe. For metro news 1, I'm robin trubotsky. Engineer: We're clear. Robin: Thanks, don. Whew. Ted. Robin, wow! What are the odds? Oh, you know, just, uh, shopping for, uh, dip. I love dip. I mean, I don't love dip, I like dip... ( chuckles ) so, uh, hey, you, uh, Reporting a news story or something? Yeah, kid stuck in a crane machine. How sweet of you to call it news. Wow. Kid in a crane machine. Mm-hmm. You just had to have that toy, didn't you? Couldn't play the game like everyone else. You're all sweaty! Cute kid. Um, you know, It's so funny I should run into you. We're, uh, we're having a party next Friday, If you feel like swinging by. But, you know, whatever. Oh, I'm going back home next weekend. It's too bad it's not tonight. It is... It's tonight. This Friday. Did I say next Friday? Sorry, I guess I've been saying next Friday all week. But, yeah, it's tonight, the, uh, the party's tonight. But, you know, whatever. ( Phone rings) Hello? Hey, am I interrupting anything? No, no, I'm just writing my paper. Hitting the books. Yeah, well, you and lily Might want to put some clothes on. We're throwing a party in two hours. Okay, bye. What are you gonna do when robin shows up? Okay, I got it all planned out. She steps through the door... and where's ted? Not eagerly waiting by the door. No, I'm across the room at my drafting table, Showing some foxy young thing all my cool architect stuff. So, robin strolls over, and I casually give her one of these: "hey, what's up?" She says, "hey, nice place, et cetera, et cetera." And then, I say, "well, make yourself at home." And, I casually return to my conversation. Then, an hour later... "oh, you're still here?" I say, like I don't really care, But it's a nice surprise. And then, very casually: Both: The roof! Get her up to the roof, And the roof takes care of the rest. What's so special about the roof? Oh, the moon, the stars, the shimmering skyline. You can't not fall in love on that roof. We do it up there, sometimes. Solid plan, my little friend. But, may I suggest one little modification. Barney: That foxy young thing you were chatting up, Take her up to the roof and have sex with her. Crazy monkey style... That's not the plan. Barney: Well, it should be the plan. I mean, look at her. Ted, look at her. She's smoking! Thank you! Yeah... But, she's not robin! Exactly! Ted, let's rap. Statistic: At every new york party, There's always a girl who has no idea Whose party she's at. She knows no one you know, And you will never see her again. Do you see where I'm going with this? Barney, I don't think so. ( groans ) Scoping.

I miss it all. The childhood spent in that bountiful castle, the beauty of those rolling green fields...

( Imitates sonar beeping ) Scoping. Man, you're a dork. ( Accelerates beeping sound ) Target acquired! Now it's time we play a little game I like to call "have you met ted?" oh, come on, not this. Hi. Have you met ted? No. Hi. Hi. Do you know marshall? Lily? Woman: No. Hmm. Do you know anyone at this party? I work with carlos. Excuse me. Anyone know a carlos? No. No. On a silver platter. Bon appétit. I don't think so. Your loss, her gain. Excuse me. Can I show you the roof? It's magical up there. Sure. Ted: Wait, wait. Hey, hey, I got that roof reserved. Dude, robin's not coming. Hey, she's going to show up! She'll show up. Ted: She didn't show up. At least it was a great party. I ate, like, four whole cans of dip. You always know what to say, old friend. ( Phone ringing ) It's robin. No, no, not right away... got to seem casual. ( Ringing continues ) Hello? I'm so sorry I missed your party. Who is this? Meredith? Robin. Oh, robin! Hey! Yeah, I, uh, guess you never showed up, did you? No, I got stuck at work. But, they finally got that kid out of the crane machine. Did he get to keep the purple giraffe? Yeah, they let him keep all the toys. He was in there a long time, And little kids have small bladders. ( Chuckles ) robin: I wish your party Was tonight. It is... the party's tonight. Yeah, uh... It's a two-day party, 'cause that's just how we roll. Uh, so, if you want to swing by, you know, it's casual. See ya. So, that was robin. What are you Doing to me, man?! I got a paper to write! I know! Sorry! It's terrible! I'll buy more dip! Ted! Ted, wait! Get french onion! Can you believe this guy? I got a paper to write. Okay, fine. But, it's got to be, like, super-quick, And no cuddling after. I'm the luckiest girl alive. You were so right about the roof! The roof! The roof is on fire, ted! That girl from last night... I took her back to my place, Spun her around a couple times and sent her walking. She will never find her way back, and there she is. How did she get here? Did you invite her? I have no idea who that is. She said she works with carlos. Who's carlos? I don't know any carlos. ( Frustrated groan)

The conquests... the blood of my enemies spilled, and villages burnt to the ground in my name.

Hi, you! You're back! I sure am. Mmm. Come on, sweetie, I need a drink. "Sweetie"? Really? ( Barely audible ): Help. Whoa! Whoa, rabbits! Come on, I got that roof reserved. All right. So, it's over between me and works-with-carlos girl. Whoa! That was fast. Yeah. I was trying to think, What's the quickest way to get rid of a girl you just met? I think I'm in love with you. What?! Thanks, bro. Glad I could help. What the... No, no, no. Come on. Sorry, ted. Great. What am I going to do when robin shows up? She'll show up. She didn't show up. All right. We threw two parties. Everybody had fun. Everybody wanged, everybody chunged. Now, the kid has got to get to work, And the kid is not to be disturbed. Repeat after me. I will not have sex with marshall. Both: I will not have sex with marshall. ( Phone ringing ) It's robin. Hello? Hi, ted. Amanda? Oh, denise! Sorry, you totally sounded like amanda. It's robin. Oh, robin. Hi. I totally wanted to come. I got stuck at work again. I feel like I live there. I'm sorry I missed your party, again. Hey, ain't no thing but a chicken wing, mamacita. Who am I? I guess there's no chance your two-dayer Turned into a three-dayer? It did, indeed. The party continues tonight. Yeah. Uh, last night, people were like, "keep it going, bro. Party trifecta." Wow! Okay, well, I'll be there. Great! See you tonight. So, that was robin. So, I threw a third party for robin... On a Sunday night. Well, this is lame. Lame... Or casual? Lame. Or casual? Hey, law books. Ready for a little 15 minute recess? Sorry, baby, I got to work. I need all my blood up here. Has anybody seen an introduction to contract tort And restitution statutes from 1865-1923? Anybody seen a big-ass book? All ( muttering ): No. Woman: Hello, barney. Of course. You look well. Is it weird they invited both of us? Who? Who invited you? No one even knows who you are! I understand you're hurt, but you don't have to be cruel. Carlos was right about you. Who is carlos?! Hey, where the hell is my...? Oh...! Okay... An introduction to contract tort And restitution statutes from 1865-1923 Is not a coaster! Ted, I'm jeopardizing my law career so you can throw not one, Not two, but three parties for some girl that you just met Who's probably not even going to show up! I mean, where is she, ted, huh? Where's robin? Hi. Hi, robin. Wow. So, you threw all these parties for me? No. Oh, you thought that... No! I... Okay, yes. You got me. One of the reasons I threw these parties Was so that I could introduce you To, um, this guy. Uh, I figured, you know, Since it didn't work out between us And now we can just laugh about it... ( laughs weakly) Anyway, robin, this is... Carlos. Oh! Oh! She's still talking to carlos. I can still win this. I-it's not over. Okay, buddy. Time for the tough talk. Robin seems great, but let's look at the facts. You want to get married. And right now, There's a million women in new york Looking for exactly you. But robin ain't one of them. She's not just one of them. She's the one. Yeah, well, the one is heading up to the roof. What are you going to do? Nothing. It's a game. I got to just keep playing it. ( Rock music playing ) Ted... Hey, carlos, can you give us a minute? Hey, no sweat, hombre. See ya. Robin...

Will I ever be freed of this damnable place?

Look, I didn't throw this party To set you up with carlos, Or the one before that, or the one before that. I threw these parties because I wanted to see you. Well, here I am. There's something here, look, unless I'm crazy. You're not crazy. I don't know, ted. I mean, we barely know each other And you're looking at me with that look. And, it's like... Like, "let's fall in love and get married And have kids and drive them to soccer practice." I'm not going to force sports on them Unless they're interested. ( Iaughing ) It's a great look. But you're looking at the wrong girl. No, I'm not. I don't want to get married right now, maybe ever. I'd feel like I'd either have to marry you Or break your heart, and... I just couldn't do either of those things. Just like you can't turn off the way you feel. Click. Off. Let's make out. What? What? That was the off switch. And I turned it off. I mean, look, sure, yes, I want to fall in love, get married, blah, blah, blah. But, on the other hand... You, me, the roof. There's no off switch. There is an off switch. And it's off. No, it's not. Yes, it is. No, it's not. Yes... It is. No, it's not. You're right. There's no off switch. God, I wish there was an off switch! Me, too. ( Both laughing ) ( both muttering nervously ) What do we do now? We could be friends. Oh... I know it sounds insincere when people say that, But... We could. I don't know, robin. I've made such a jackass of myself here. We start hanging out, every time I see you It'll be like, "oh, that's right. I'm a jackass." You're not a jackass. Look, I'm sorry. I only moved here in April and I'm always working And I just haven't met a lot of good people so far. But I understand. Well, uh, maybe in a few months, After it's not so fresh, We could all, uh, you know, get a beer. Yeah. That sounds good. I'll see you, ted. Or, you know, now. We could all get a beer now. I'd like that. My friends are going to love you... Like you, you know, as a friend. Jackass. Unbelievable. That's just a recipe For disaster. They work together! Are you jealous? Oh, please. What does carlos have that I don't? A date tonight. All: Oh! Stop the tape. Rewind. ( Imitates tape rewinding ) a date tonight. All: Oh! I'm not sure I like her. Hey, don't you have a paper to write? Dude, you're talking to the kid. I'm going to knock back this beer. I'm going to knock back one more beer. I'm going to write a 25-page paper. I'm going to hand it in and I'm going to get an "a." My name is rufus and that's the trufus. ( Iaughter ) Ted: He got a b-minus. But still, 25 pages in one night, b-minus? The kid was good. At least let me buy you a beer. Come on, I'll buy everyone a beer. I'll help carry. You know something, ted? What? You are a catch. You're going to make some girl very happy. And I am going to help you find her. Well, good luck. I mean, maybe new york's just too big a town. I mean, there's millions of people in this city. How, in all this mess, Is a guy supposed to find the love of his life? I mean, where do you even begin? Hi. Have you met ted? ( Music rises over dialogue )

I do not know if I can, but I must.

[STAB STAB STAB STAB STAB]

FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOUUU-

#orange text #god #long post #ask to tag #the red text vaguely resembles the way my grandparent speaks #so this is very #disturbing

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creepy-crawley-crowley · 5 years

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Naive - Crowley X Angel Female Reader

This was requested, and it was requested byyyyy: @adela-topaz-caelon

My lil request is a Crowley x Angel Reader where said Angel is an angel who was booted out of heaven because she's vaguely out of character for an angel, but is definitely one, and often helps the two men and they blatantly love each other but don't know, and Aziraphale is so tired of it, because he's noticed it since the beginning, and he just had enough. I don't mind if it's fluffy or smutty, or both, if you decide to take it on. I just would love your writing on this 😊

One: I FUCKING LOVE THIS REQUEST SO MUCH PLEASE SEND MORE I BEG YOU

Two: Oblivious but in love idiots are the best idiots haha

Warnings: uh, spicy at the end but it isn't full smut because I won't write full on smut like the furthest I will go is clothes removal you can imagine the rest.

You all know the drill, right? Gimme a shout if you wanna be on the taglist, too.

"Oh my, they are...hopeless! Oblivious! Absolutely...agh! Fools in love, that's what they are...ugh." Aziraphale groaned. He was pacing in the back room of his bookshop, fretting about his two closest friends.

Now, the context of this situation: Crowley, a demon, Aziraphale's best friend, is hopelessly in love with Y/N, an Angel, also Aziraphale's best friend. She's also hopelessly in love with Crowley. Why is Aziraphale so annoyed? Because they're so obvious! But yet neither of them seem to notice.

See, it all started at the start, in the Garden Of Eden. Aziraphale was stood on the wall, watching Adam and Eve, yada yada, and Y/N was with him. Y/N was...unique. She'd been kicked out of heaven for being...out of character. Hadn't fallen, though, not really, much to Aziraphale's delight.

And then Crowley came along. He slithered up the wall, and stood beside the two Angels. He knew instantly who Aziraphale was, but who was that? Who was the other one? The thing that confused him most, though, was that Y/N's wings were a mix of black and white.

Was she fallen? Kinda. Was she a Demon? No. An Angel? Yes.

Crowley felt his confusion grow by the minute.

In fact, he was intrigued. He was going to get to know this stranger, whatever it took.

The next time the two really met was in Paris. Aziraphale had gotten himself into a spot of trouble, and Y/N had seeked Crowley out, and dragged him to Paris. Aziraphale, after being set free, wandered off, probably to get food. Perhaps some crêpes.

This left Y/N and Crowley to talk. And talk they did. They'd met many, many times before Paris, obviously, but it had been a while since they'd had a proper chat...3000 years, give or take.

Aziraphale thinks that this moment is when Crowley realised how hopelessly in love he was with Y/N. Aziraphale could see it on his face, they way he looked at Y/N with gentle eyes from behind black glasses. Crowley denied it whenever the subject was brought up. "We're just friends!" He would protest, scrunching his face up in faux disgust.

Or maybe he had fell in love when Y/N had ran off after a unicorn, and returned riding it, smiling as if she had just won the lottery, although that didn't exist then. In fact, that occurred during the Noah's Ark problem.

Aziraphale was a being of love. He knew love when he saw it. He saw the love in shared glances when they thought nobody was looking, he saw the love in the way they spoke to each other, he saw the love in the tiny touches they shared. He saw it all.

He thinks that Y/N fell for Crowley when he saved his books after blowing the church up. Not that it was his fault...kinda. Anyway, Y/N had flown in on trembling wings, having seen the bomb go down, and knowing who was there. She had literally tackled both of them in a hug, engulfing them with her wings too.

"You idiots! You stupid, stupid idiots!" She had yelled. "I can't believe - who made the bomb fall?" She seethed, and Crowley had sheepishly raised a hand, and she had glared that him for a few moments, before her gaze softened, and she smiled, yet again hugging the Demon.

Or perhaps she had fallen for him in Rome.

Don't even get Aziraphale started on the 80's. They were at their worst then, Crowley was trying to hide his obvious feelings, and so was Y/N, but they did terribly, and only worsened the situation, because they both most certainly did not get drunk, and certainly did not drunkenly make out. (They did.)

Yeah, that never happened, as far as Aziraphale thought they knew. But Aziraphale knew, of course he did. That was one image he couldn't erase.

And then there was the 90's. They weren't so bad, actually, Aziraphale had decided. They had fallen out after an argument about Crowley and his need for holy water. Y/N had assumed the worst upon being told.

"You what? Aziraphale gave you holy water?" She had screamed at Crowley, wings out, and her eyes were narrowed to the point that they were mere slits. Crowley had nodded, slightly frightened by Y/N's reaction. "Crowley, you can't have holy water! You know what it'll do to you! It'll...It'll destroy you! Or is that why you wanted it? An easy way out?" And as soon as the words had left her mouth, Crowley had reacted.

Aziraphale shivered at the memory. It hadn't been pretty, actually. Crowley had accidentally burnt a few books in his momentary anger, although as soon as Y/N had left, he regretted it, turning to face Aziraphale, his golden eyes wide, looking rather shocked.

They ignored each other for seven years, which had mildly impressed Aziraphale, who hadn't thought they'd even be able to stay away from each other for a week. But no, both of them were even more stubborn than a mule, and boy oh boy, could they hold grudges.

They managed to fix things in '99, when Y/N had been in the bookshop. She had had a run in with a few demons, and although she had never revealed what had really happened, it had scared her to the point where she was quivering in the back room of the bookshop, curled up, cocooned in her wings. And that's how Crowley had found her. Originally he'd come in to find Aziraphale, but he had heard gentle sobs from the back room, and went in, curious. Upon finding Y/N he had darted over, closing the bookshop with a snap of his fingers as he fell to his knees in front of her.

Not realising it was Crowley, Y/N had scuttled away, backed into the corner, trembling. Crowley was confused, that was for sure, but more than anything he was concerned for his friend.

"Y/N? Y/N what's wrong?" He had asked softly, sitting in front of her. Y/N had looked up with bloodshot eyes, peeking out from behind her black and white wings, and she had flinched slightly. "What happened?" He repeated, removing his glasses. Y/N had shook her head, and Crowley had frowned.

"There were some demons." Y/N had whispered, so quietly that Crowley could barely hear her. She didn't say any more than that. She had then slowly shuffled forwards, towards Crowley, and wrapped her arms and wings around him, burying her face in Crowley's shoulder, and that's where they stayed for a while.

They went back to their usual antics after that.

Aziraphale was relieved that they were back to normal, but now he was dealing with them dancing around their feelings again, and there was only so much dancing he could take, and he loved dancing...and food.

But now Aziraphale was just about done with them both. He was going to take things into his own hands, and began planning his master plan. There was no way it wouldn't work, right?

So, the next day, he led them both into the back room, and then locked them in there together. He had pinned a note on the door, the side that they'd be able to see, and Crowley ripped it off, reading it, and Y/N witnessed a rather amusing event. Crowley went red, and then sighed, and read it out.

"Hello Crowley and Y/N, this is Aziraphale, and I'm not sorry for locking you both in here. You two need to talk about stuff, and when I think you're done I'll let you out." Crowley read, grumbling, and Y/N chuckled.

"We can sneak out, you know." She stated, and after saying that, she shrunk herself, and wandered out, under the door. Crowley followed.

They snuck out, to the Bentley, and they both got in after returning to their natural sizes.

Aziraphale was state in the back, much to their surprise.

"I knew you'd try to sneak out, you know." He stated, smiling brightly. "This was my plan all along! Now I can talk to you both." He grinned. "You two are the most oblivious people ever, and I have therefore decided that I must do this myself."

Crowley realised what was happening, and hissed. "Aziraphale, don't you dare!" He growled, although there was no real threat. Y/N looked on, merely confused.

"Crowley, do it, otherwise I will." Aziraphale sighed. Crowley turned to face Y/N, and made a strangled noise, one of objection. "You can do it!" Aziraphale encouraged.

"No I can't! I've had...since the Ark to do it! If I could, I would have done it by now, Angel." Crowley managed to say.

"It's okay to be scared, Crowley." Aziraphale said, rather softly. Crowley hissed, almost angrily.

"I'm not scared! I'm just...just..." Crowley's shoulders fell. "I'm not scared. I just don't want to lose anyone."

"Hey, can someone tell me what's going on?" Y/N huffed, folding her arms, mildly annoyed, but confused, and overly curious, as usual. Crowley and Aziraphale looked at her. Aziraphale then looked at Crowley, who shrugged, then sighed.

"Don't...worry. Uh, it's not that important." Crowley smiled. Y/N sighed, knowing he had lied. "Okay, okay, Aziraphale get out, just for a minute." Crowley looked at Aziraphale, who smiled at him, before getting out of the Bentley.

"Y/N, I know it's stupid but there's something I really need to say to you." Crowley started, and his eyebrows fell as he tried to think of what to say. "I know I'm a Demon, and you're an Angel, kinda, and were supposed to be enemies, but there's nothing I could do. I tried to fight it because I didn't want to be like a human." He bit his lip, then removed his glasses, and his golden eyes stared into Y/N's. "I...I uh, how do I say this?" He mumbled. "I...like you? I really like you?" He blurted out, sounding slightly confused. Y/N smiled.

"I mean, it'd be problematic if you didn't." She chuckled, not realising what Crowley mean. The Demon groaned, mildly annoyed by her obliviousness.

"No! That's not what I meant! I meant that I really really like you and how on Earth do I say this? Okay...I don't like you as a friend, I like you as...more?"

Y/N realised what he mean, and her eyes widened, and she suddenly disappeared, leaving Crowley by himself.

Y/N had actually teleported herself inside the bookshop, and she had sat down, near Aziraphale. Aziraphale took notice of her shocked expression, and sat next to her.

Crowley stayed inside his car, groaning loudly, instantly assuming that the worst had happened and that she didn't like him back. That she didn't love him. Crowley growled at the thought. Love. What a useless thing.

"Y/N, my dear, what ever is wrong?" Aziraphale asked, confused. Y/N laughed softly, but as she laughed, she seemed to slowly descend into madness.

"He said he liked me as more as a friend, Zira. More than a friend! What does that even mean?" Y/N snorted, and Aziraphale sighed, glancing outside. Crowley was still sat in his Bentley, but now he was listening to Queen...probably.

"Y/N, it means he wants to...date you, I believe that is the correct modern term." Aziraphale hummed quietly. "It means he loves you. Y/N, I know you love him too. Everyone in Heaven and Hell might as well know, you two are so obvious! You've been dancing around each other for hundreds of years and I am just about done with it! Now go and talk to Crowley before he drives off and goes and does something stupid. Go." Aziraphale explained, and Y/N nodded, and ran back outside, clambering into the car.

"Crowley, let's go home, please." Y/N said, and Crowley raised an eyebrow, but drove anyway. "I don't want to cause a scene in the middle of a street. I have no idea what's going to happen next, Crow, but I'm hoping it's good." Y/N added, and Crowley raised an eyebrow, looking at her.

"Explain." He mumbled, mildly confused.

"Okay, okay...just...get inside first." Y/N said, rushing inside, to Crowley's flat. Crowley simply teleported, and sat on his throne as he waited for Y/N. Y/N ran in, and Crowley smirked slightly. "Okay, Aziraphale had to explain what you meant but I know now and I like you more than a friend too, or as Aziraphale said, love you and I guess he's not wrong." Y/N blurted, and Crowley suddenly coughed, standing up and walking to her. "And you're a really...cool demon too, so, I guess that's a bonus. You're pretty nice-" Y/N continued, and Crowley snarled, automatically darting forwards, and he (though gentler than usual) pushed Y/N against the wall.

"I'm not nice!" He snapped, and Y/N blinked. "I'm...not...nice!" Crowley repeated, through gritted teeth, and then he suddenly felt a gentle hand cup his cheek.

"Huh, Zira wasn't lying when he said you didn't like being called nice." Y/N mumbled, and Crowley didn't miss her eyes quickly flitting from his lips to his eyes. Or glasses, rather. He smirked, and edged slightly closer.

"You knew exactly what you were doing, damn. Little Miss Innocent isn't as pure as she seems." He remarked sarcastically.

"Well, obviously, I was cast out of heaven for a reason." Y/N stated, rather dryly. Crowley snorted, and Y/N smiled, and down her eyes went again, and back up, and Crowley hummed softly. "Are you just gonna stand there then?" Y/N asked, starting to shift slightly so she could get away. Not that she really wanted too, but it worked, because Crowley rolled his eyes, before pressing his lips to hers.

It was everything that Y/N had wished for and more. His lips were soft and gentle against hers, and might have well been puzzle pieces, slotting perfectly against hers. She realised that she could faintly taste wine, ands she smiled into the kiss, hands coming up to wrap around his shoulders, holding him as close as possible. Crowley's glasses were hard against her features, but she didn't mind because, finally, after thousands of years she was getting what she wanted. Crowley pulled away, quickly removing his glasses.

"How long?" He asked quietly, and Y/N smiled, lips still brushing against each other.

"Since Rome." She admitted, and Crowley hummed softly. "What about you, Crow?"

"Since the Ark." He mumbled, and Y/N smiled more, before seeking out his lips again.

Crowley gently held her hips, absentmindedly rubbing circles into her skin with his thumbs. "I love you too." He whispered, and Y/N nodded slightly, playing with the ends of Crowley's red hair. She connected their lips again, a little more force, a bit more want, and lot more need and Crowley knew where this was leading but he didn't mind. Besides, he was a demon, he was supposed to sin.

So he went along with it, revelling in the moment, and he unintentionally let Y/N take the lead. But only for now, he thought to himself. But he was still a Demon, and still decided to tease Y/N a little, his hands sometimes moving a little lower than they should've.

Y/N's only reaction was to huff, and gently bite his lip, which would cause Crowley to gasp, and allowed Y/N to have her way, not that Crowley minded. He certainly didn't.

He soon grew tired of just enthusiastically kissing though, and pulled away, pressing a uncharacteristically soft kiss to the corner of her mouth, and he began to trail kisses down to Y/N's neck, humming 'Somebody To Love' as he went. Y/N's grip on his shoulders tightened, and Crowley smirked, gently nipping at her skin, causing Y/N to gasp quietly.

"Crowley, you better not leave marks!" She hissed, and Crowley merely winked, before grazing his teeth across her skin again, before suddenly just nuzzling into the small crook of Y/N's neck. Y/N blinked, confused, but she smiled anyway, resting her chin on top of Crowley's head.

Then Crowley did the opposite of what Y/N had told him. He left a hickey.

Now, Y/N could pretend to be angry all she wanted, but she wasn't really, she never really could be. After all, it was Crowley. Who could be mad at Crowley? (A lot of people.)

So instead, she softly flicked him when he was done, and sighed.

"You're lucky I love you, Crowley." She grumbled, and Crowley shrugged, and pecked Y/N's lips, smiling. He then began working on the buttons of Y/N's shirt, and, well.

The rest is history.

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RWBY Random Rant #2!

What villain is the best? (Cinder vs Roman)

Second rant everyone! This one may be a bit longer than the first, so if you don't have time but find this interesting, then I suggest reading this later. If you have infinite time on your hands and your board, then this might help depending on your interests. So let's jump into today's rant!

So, the world of Remnant is a big place. There, you'll find friendly people, weird people, mean people, and people who are just flat out crazy. But today, we're looking at a certain group of people: Villains. Now before we jump in to the blender of craziness, this post is an analysis that can be used for predictions and plot lines. I may be wrong, but I'm writing this off of what I know.

Anyways... Let's start with the basic question, What IS a villain? A villain (or for the more technical term: antagonist) is a character who is trying to stop the hero (or protagonist) from accomplishing his or her goal. Either this, or they're trying to get something and the hero is trying to stop them because what the villain wants is wrong. This is the loosest definition, so you can imagine that this goes way deeper than you think.

There are some things that you need to ask and have answered before you confirm who is the villain in a story. Some of which includes the following:

Who is this guy? (Basic background)

Why is he or she interested in this scenario? (Could this benefit to their cause?)

Why are they doing this? (If so, then why?)

So if we take this and try and apply it to the "villain" we can tell if this is a VILLAIN. Another important thing to note is the quality of the character. What sort of events cause the villain to act like this, and why?

Well, when we're talking RWBY, then villains come in different shapes and sizes. Some villains are immature, and others have experienced enough pain and defeat to know exactly what will work to achieve their goal and/or stop the hero. Then you have the peeps in the middle who aren't as overwhelming as the big baddie, but have enough common sense to know what's going on, what needs to be done, and why they're doing it.

So I'mma gonna start at the bottom of the rainbow and work my way up to the best colors. I'll also be rating these characters on a scale of one to ten. I won't do everyone. Let's start with the entire fandom's LEAST favorite character.

Cinder Fall

Stars: 0/10

Now if I was a writer for the show, I think the most interesting thing that could happen to Cinder is if she just dropped dead. That's how bad she. Literally. Now, what makes her so disgusting? There are two answers.

She did horrible things. Like hacking the communication towers (With help from Watts, of course), making the people at the Vytal Festival Tournament doubt the leaders of Vale, and, to top it off, KILLED Pyrrah and Ozpin.

But these are the actions a normal villain would do, so what really makes her Terrible? The second answer has the reason.

2. She's a poorly written character with a lack of depth are perception.

I have no idea what made the writers want to make Cinder a hated character, but whatever did worked really well. Honestly, it's like Roosterteeth did the opposite of what Disney did to Cinderella. But when I say she lacks depth, I mean there is nothing that makes her character any good. She's also one of the biggest mysteries in the show, and I don't mean that in a good way. Here are some of the questions that I often ask about her:

Why does she want power?

Does she want to rule the world?

Why does she wear an outfit that's guaranteed to help her freeze to death?

Does she want to kill Salem?

Why doesn't she learn from her mistakes?

WHY THE HECK DOES SHE EVEN EXIST?!?!?!

Well, after some examination, I found out something shocking. She is just a plot device. She may talk and act evil, but in reality, she's just there so that the characters have something to worry about. She has nothing that makes her good, or relatable. To add to that, she's like the Grimm, all she does is attack and kill and if she loses, she DOESN'T reflect on her actions, and she DOESN'T try to fix her mistakes. She just goes back into the fight with the same strategy as before. If the main protagonists studied Cinder's basic movement, then they would be able to take her down, no doubt.

Can Cinder be saved? The answer is no. I bet that, judging from the road she's going down, her strategy will be her ultimate end.

Hazel Rainheart

(I may have spelled his name wrong. Sorry.😁)

Stars: 2/10 ☆☆

Now Hazel is a bit more interesting. Unlike Cinder, he has a reason he's on the side he is now, but like everyone, he has his flaws. He lets his anger get the better of him, and he's quick to judge. But the real reason why he's not so good is because of his reasoning. His sister died on a training mission because SHE chose to become a huntress. But Hazel takes all of his anger out on Oscar and Ozpin just because he (Ozpin) was the headmaster of Beacon, and let her into the school in the first place.

And I gotta say, this reasoning is understandable, but it's still dumb.

But there is something that makes Hazel a huge threat to the heros: his semblance of pain nullification. This gives him the ability to block out pain. And I kinda get where it comes from.

When his sister died, he was broken. She was probably the only family Hazel had, and when she was killed, he wanted to block out the emptiness, the grief, the pain. Thus his semblance was unlocked and he could no longer feel pain. This ability is probably how his aura charges up so quickly. If pain can block aura from charging, then he has the tools to be a force to be reckoned with. The only downside is that just because he can't feel pain doesn't mean that he's not hurt.

Can Hazel be saved? Maybe. But if he goes on a redemption arch, then he will probably die. But that doesn't mean that he's a lost cause. There's still plenty of things that can be added to Hazel's character to make it better. But at the present, he could be better.

Adam Taurus

Stars 2/10 ☆☆

This character is relatively horrible. In fact, he's worse than Hazel!

But the thing is, he's like Hazel in a special way: he has a tragic past. Certain events that wreck a kid's childhood can scar them for life. Adam was discriminated for his faunus traits, and this set him on a path of revenge that would be his bitter end.

He was a threat, but small compared to the real one. His semblance made him very dangerous, but it also makes sense. To be more specific, his semblance is, what I like to call, absorption of impact (or for the EruptionFang version, moon slice). This gives him the ability to absorb any damage done by the enemy into his blade, then release it back at a more powerful rate. This can cause devastating damage to both the enemy and the environment. As for why he had this semblance is pretty basic once you think about it.

Adam desired to get back at those who mistreated him. He wanted them to feel his pain, but a lot more extreme. He wanted them to feel what he felt, but worse.

Adam had a lot of potential, but, well when you get stabbed in the back, it's not easy to get back at your enemies. Over all in terms of writing, the thing that would've made him better was a better understanding of what he went through.

Tyrian Callows

Stars 4/10 ☆☆☆☆

If Adam wasn't crazy enough for you, then Tyrian's your go to guy.

I think that Tyrian is insane enough to join Salem, but has enough sense to know how to kill. He's kinda tough to figure out, but thanks to some much needed information in Volume 7, we now know a bit about Tyrian's past.

Tyrian was a mad man killer on the continent of Anima but was captured. He was then rescued by Salem and her Grimm. Since he's mad he owed his life to her ever since.

He's mad, so there's no bad excuse. And to add to that, he is flat down dangerous. His semblance is the ability to cut through aura, making him a hard to beat.

Can Tyrian be saved? Not really. The only way to kill him is for someone to fall victim to him while another strikes the killing blow.

Doctor Aurthor Watts

Stars: 5/10 ☆☆☆☆☆

Alright. Here we go!

Watts is very interesting. That's saying alot. Now that we have more information on him, it's easier to see why he wants to screwer Ironwood.

He was an Atlasian scientist who went against Pietro in the effort to make something great for Atlas. While Watts helped write the Atlas security code, Pietro found that the best inspiration is found inside. That was were Penny was created. Watts was disgraced and faked his death. Then Salem found him and he joined her group to get both revenge on Ironwood and respect from Atlas. Though he is clearly unaware of what Salem's true plans are.

He is a wiz when it comes to technology. Besides that, I believe he has some experience with combat. His semblance could have something to do with technology, but we're still figuring that out.

Can Watts be saved? Writing wise, maybe we can get more details about Watts in the final episodes. He's not a lost cause when it comes being a more interesting villain.

Story wise though? He's a dead man.

Salem

Stars: 6/10 ☆☆☆☆☆☆

Yes, I didn't save her for until the end.😼

Now from the writer's point of view, Salem's backstory has been completely fleshed out. It's pretty complicated so I won't go into details. But from that alone, Salem's actons make sense. As a prisoner of life, she yearns to be free. She wants to die. And she believes that the only way to do this is to divide humanity and summon the gods in there darkest hour. Then the gods destroy the world and Salem is free. She doesn't care about the people she is hurting. She hates humanity and wants to destroy everything. But above all, she wants to get permanent revenge on her ex Ozma (or Ozpin or Oscar). She wants him to die and stay dead when millennia ago she made great sacrifices to try bringing him back from the dead.

Now she has nothing to show for it except endless years of war, hatred, and suffering. There is some relation that one can have with Salem. If anyone who is reading this tried to do something for someone you cared about, but got nothing to show for it in return, then that's what Salem would be feeling. And this has caused her to spiral into madness. She is the purest definition of crazy.

Can Salem be saved? It depends at this point. Story wise, most likely not.

Emerald and Mercury!

Stars for them both 7/10 ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

These two are going to be paired in honor of their beloved ship: Emercury.

Both characters have tragic pasts, so that gives them some common ground, but both are looking for something different. Emerald is looking for love, the one thing that she never had in her entire life. Mercury is looking for a purpose in life, a way to make himself Worthy of greatness. He claims that Cinder recruiting him was just destiny.

Both of these peeps are incredibly good at what they do. Both can fight better than the members of team CFVY.

Emerald's semblance is Perception manipulation, which makes perfect sense in her case. In a very special case, her semblance is similar to Adam's. She wants others to see what she sees, Emerald wants people to see how alone she is, and just how much she needs family. Her semblance is an incarnation of her desire. And she uses it to make people see what she wants them to see.

Mercury's semblance is currently unknown at this time. But we do know that his semblance was stolen by his father. After killing him, Mercury probably got his semblance back, but lives under the illusion that it's still gone.

Mercury grew up in an abusive household, under the guard of a murderer. He was tortured everyday by his father.

Emerald grew up on the streets.

Basically, these characters are well written, and both have great potential as well. There's even some hope of a redemption Arch for these two, and possibly some romance.

Can Emerald and Mercury be saved? Writing wise, yes. More trauma and info can definitely help. Story wise? Hopefully, yes.

Roman Torchwick

Stars: 9/10 ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Time for the classics!

This charming young schemer has been the first character in the actual show. Fans everywhere love him, and will often mark him as the best villain. Honestly, I have nothing against it. But for the sake of this post, let's break down this lovely character and examine his awesomeness.

Roman's origin is currently unknown, but maybe we'll get some light cast on it with Neo's backstory as well. Many believe that he is somehow connected to Brunswick Farms, and it's still a possibility that has yet to be ruled out.

Roman is a good fighter and a master mind behind the underground crime rings of Vale. By himself, he is a relatively good fighter. Though his semblance has yet to be determined, he has his own Roman candle.

Another aspect of this character that won the hearts of fans is his charming personality. I mean, who can blame him? Though his death was sudden, and unfair, his handsome face will live on in the hearts of many.

Neo Politan

Stars: 10/10⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

The star of the show, folks!

Neo made her big enterence in Volume 2 episode 4 Painting the Town, and ever since has been one of the most popular characters in the entire show. If you break down Neo's character based on what we know, then it's actually really interesting. Let's scoop ice cream!

Neo's backstory is unknown, but we're hoping to have some light shed on the subject. Based off of the song "One Thing", we can tell that Neo's backstory is tragic in some way. She lost everything except for Roman. And she is willing to fight to protect Roman from the death. How do I know?

Her semblance is called illusions by many, but Unicorn of War calls it Mirrors, which I think is the most accurate. Her semblance gives her the ability to reflect her opponent's attacks upon themselves, and she can change her appearance right down to her hair and eye color.

What does any of this have to do with protecting Roman? She will use Any means necessary to protect what little she has left, and to her, that one thing is enough. She Will change her identity as many times as possible, and she often gets away with it. But she is so fierce in protecting that during a fight, any pain that the enemy can dish out to her dumdum would make her determined to kick her opponent's butt. She would give them a taste of their own medicine and literally reflect their attacks upon themselves.

She is a reflection of protection. And like that reflection she represents, she says not a word, but shows people how exactly they can hurt the one she loves.

After Roman's death, Neo Politan is determined to reflect her loves justice upon the true enemies. If you can't face yourself, then you can't face Neo.

So, there you have it, villains everywhere.

Be sure to reblog if you found this interesting!

If you have questions, then ask away!😁

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crystaljins · 5 years

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Hii Ani , i just finished reading he's pretending and OMG MY WENT UWU WHILE READING IT , don't wanna pressure but i need a big one shot of that oof love u 💜

Characters: Jimin x Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Synopsis: Discovering that you are Jimin’s Soulmate after he has spent most of the time he’s known you supposedly Hating you is bound to be a messy and confusing experience for everyone involved. Enemies-to-lovers(ish) drabble. Daemon!Jimin x Faerie!Reader.

Notes: First of all, I’m sorry for taking so long to respond, I had a surprise planned for you that I needed to execute.Second of all, thank you!! I’m so glad you enjoyed. Unfortunately I do not have the time or emotional energy to write a big oneshot, but I have a consolation prize for you that is hopefully enough to tide over the craving ahaha.

You’re in danger. Jimin doesn’t know how he knows- he just feels a horrible, anxious pull in his gut and he knows in bones that something is terribly, terribly wrong.

“Jimin?” Taehyung calls cautiously, because his friend has been short tempered and prone to snapping lately. Ever since the whole Soulmate incident where he’d apparently kissed you in a fit of crazed pattern and your soulmate marks had appeared in the next moment. He personally doesn’t think Jimin is capable of healthily processing anything so it’s completely understandable that the way Jimin has responded to such a life-changing event was to freak out and become increasingly withdrawn.

This is new though, the way Jimin has paused with a spoonful of food halfway to his mouth and suddenly gone deathly pale. A rice grain falls from Jimin’s gaping mouth and lands ungracefully on the table.

“Jimin,” Taehyung calls, a little more forcefully this time as concern begins to mount. Had Jimin been poisoned? You’re not the on-duty nurse today and admittedly none of the other nurses are as capable or as competent as you. He’s not sure they’d be able to handle a poisoning. Jimin slams his mouth shut and staggers to his feet.

“Where’s (Y/N)?” He demands, urgently and darkly. Taehyung blinks a few times and then stares disbelievingly at his friend.

“Seriously? I full-on thought you were dying!” Taehyung exclaims. “Is this just another one of those times you try and talk to her and freak out and run away before you can because apparently you don’t know how to talk to girls?”

Jimin’s ears glow slight red and the air around him heats just a little. One of the side effects of being daemon is an affinity for fire and the air always feels slightly hot when Jimin is embarrassed.

“No!” He snaps though the way he’s gone bright red is probably ruining the intimidating aura he likes to try and give off. Unfortunately, once you get to know Jimin it becomes clear very quickly that he’s as harmless as a baby chick and as desperate for love and validation as a neglected puppy. “She’s… I just feel like she’s in danger.” Jimin admits, lowering his head like it’s something shameful. Taehyung blinks a few times.

“It must be a Soulmate thing.” Taehyung clarifies gently. “Your emotions are probably closely tied to hers- if she’s feeling extreme fear or alarm then that’s probably why you’re reacting like that. It’s ok, Jimin- it’s natural to feel concern towards your Soulmate.”

Jimin remains standing, tension written into every line of his body. Now, in the middle of the lunchroom where many of his juniors are always watching, is not the moment to have a breakdown or to expose any vulnerability. But he can’t help the way his expression crumbles just slightly.

“I… don’t have a right to be.” He whispers, lowly enough that Taehyung is the only one in the room who can hear his words. “After everything… after how I treated her… after how I’m such a dumb coward that I run away before I can even have a proper conversation with her… I don’t deserve to have this link with her. Maybe fate messed up… surely she deserves a better Soulmate, someone who can actually talk to her and take her out to nice places and be kind.”

Taehyung’s expression softens and he rests one large hand over his friend’s clenched fist until Jimin releases the tension causing his knuckles to go white.

“It’s ok, Jimin. Fate didn’t make a mistake. If you don’t feel like you can handle it… then just keep working towards it. One baby step at a time. And if you tell her that I’m sure she’ll accept what you have to say. She’s probably just as afraid having you as her Soulmate as you are. But on any note, she’s probably in her room. It’s her day off and she likes to sleep in.” Taehyung says, getting briskly to his feet. “I’d come with you but I feel like you’re more than capable of dealing with whatever threat she may be facing.”

Jimin doesn’t need any more urging than that- he takes off in the next moment, full on sprinting towards the wing of the castle where your lodgings are. You stay near the infirmary in case of an emergency unlike the rest of the army who reside in the barracks just outside the walls of the castle. He runs like his life is dependent on it- and it is. Your life could be in danger for all he knows.

If your room door is locked, he doesn’t notice- he swings the door open with such ferocious strength the lock probably just tears straight through the wood like paper. Locks are more about courtesy in a castle filled with supernatural beings. You’re in your pyjamas, your hair freshly washed and you look soft and smell slightly sweet, but you don’t look to be in any danger. Your hand is clasped over your chest and when you see him your expression melts in relief.

“There’s a bug!” You cry, pointing at what is indeed a cockroach scaling the wall of your quarters. Disgusting but essentially harmless.

Jimin is so relieved that he can’t help it- he bursts into laughter, much to your embarrassment.

A short while later, once the intruder is dealt with, you and he sit side by side on the couch. Your hair is damp and you smell cleanly of soap and the scent fills his lungs and makes a soft, billowing feeling expand in his chest.

“Sorry about that.” You say, unable to meet his gaze. “I… I didn’t know you would come running if I got a fright like that.”

“It’s ok.” Jimin says quickly but gruffly. “D-don’t feel embarrassed or ashamed of that. It’s not like you could control it. It’s… it’s just a side effect of us being Soulmates, I guess.”

“Is that what we are?” You say contemplatively. Your finger presses into the space just beneath your collarbone, where your mark sits. The matching one of his chest glows warm in response. Jimin glances away, ashamed.

“I’m… I’m sorry if it didn’t feel that way.” He says, though he’s so nervous it feels as though he’s speaking through a mouthful of cotton. “I just… it’s a lot to take in so I got scared.”

“Me too.” You admit softly. “I was upset because Fate gave me a Soulmate that hated me.”

Jimin flushes deep red and feels shame fill him. But he remembers Taehyung’s words and gathers his courage. He’s the commander of the king’s army- he can talk to a girl.

“I don’t hate you.” He says softly. “I…. I just wanted to hate you. Because I was scared of how you make me feel. But… I was just in denial. I actually… I actually really like you.” He confesses. “And I know things are messed up between us but I’d really like if we could start again. And get to know each other as Soulmates.”

You’re silent for a long moment and when he looks at you, you’re holding back a smile.

“You’re… you’re quite cute.” You say, and Jimin hunches over, equal parts bemused and happy at your words. “I’d like that, if we got to know each other. Maybe we just got freaked out because it seems like something really huge with a lot of pressure, but it doesn’t have to be that way. Let’s start off as friends, yeah? And I’ll try not to get scared by any bugs in the meantime.”

“You can.” Jimin says quickly, before he can chicken out. His ears burn so hot the air around him is actually of risk of combusting. “Get scared by bugs. I’ll come, if you’re afraid. I don’t mind. I’ll chase them off for you.”

You stare at Jimin for a long moment before a wide smile crosses your face and his stupid heart begins to beat unreasonably faster.

“That sounds good to me.” You say. And then you hold out your arm in what he recognises as a faerie custom. He hesitates only a moment before leaning in to allow you to curl your outstretched arm around the back of his neck and press your forehead to his. Daemons prefer to avoid touching or physical contact so he feels overwhelmed by your proximity. He should feel repulsed at the faerie gesture, or offended but all he feels is a warmth in his heart. It is remarkably pleasant. “I look forward to getting to know you, Soulmate.” You say warmly, and a real smile crosses Jimin’s face.

He knows in that moment that things are going to be ok.

#ask #jimin drabble #writing #jimin x reader

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yodepalma · 6 years

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omg i still write fic???

yeah so i meant to have this up for day two of @corleonisweek (cor with animals) but due to a biiit of an emergency at home i wasn’t able to get it up. so here it is, only a day late! *pats self on back*

Title: Lucky Cat (ao3 link) Summary: Cor accidentally adopts a cat. A pregnant cat. Rated G for goshdarn cute

It starts, as these things usually do, with one cat: a stray wandering around outside Cor’s apartment building. At first he just sets out a little food for her, wanting her to stay healthy. Eventually she decides she likes him and lets him pet her, and he finds himself stopping to do so every morning and night. She rubs up against his legs and purrs, following him to the door of the complex and then running off. Then one cool night he leaves his window open and she jumps inside, but never jumps back out. He doesn't have the heart to throw her back outside.

Of course, he hadn't known then that she was pregnant. Not until two weeks later, when Monica stops by to deliver some paperwork and gets distracted by Kotetsu, who instantly decides she likes her. Lets Monica pet her belly and everything.

When Monica finally finishes petting her, she comes into the kitchen where Cor is drinking his coffee. She drops the papers on the table by his hand and says, "Cor, are you aware that cat is pregnant?"

Cor pauses with his mug halfway to his lips. He slowly lowers it back to the table. "I wasn't even aware she had the right parts for that."

Monica gives him a look. "How long have you had her?"

Cor shrugs. "Clearly not long enough."

"Give me your phone." Monica sighs. "I'll give you the number to my vet. Take her."

That's one order Cor doesn't need to be given twice. He's not equipped for kittens. He'd barely been equipped for a full-grown self-sufficient cat.

The vet is nice, though she clearly thinks it's hilarious that Cor hadn't even known the cat was female. Even after Cor explains that becoming a pet owner just sort of...happened.

She does dig up some pamphlets about pregnant cats so he knows what to expect, though, so he forgives her. And after leafing through the pamphlet, he also goes out and picks up some actual books about cats. He's not ready for this. He'll never be ready for this.

This doesn't change a month later, when Kotetsu starts getting clingy and he recognizes the signs of a cat about to give birth. She's made a little nest in his closet, too, right on top of a jacket she pulled off the hanger. He's going to have fun explaining what happened to it when he needs to ask for a new one to be made.

And then the event finally happens. At some godawful time at night, with Cor alone in his apartment. Why couldn't she have waited until morning to drag him into the closet with her?

The fact that he went willingly because he's worried is a secret that will die with him.

He calls Monica once he gets as comfortable as he can be. She answers the phone with an unusually snappy, "What?"

Cor stares down at Kotetsu. "What do I do?"

"What?" She sounds more confused than angry this time.

"It's happening."

He can feel the moment Monica realizes what he's talking about. "Cor, it's two in the morning. I'm sure you can handle it."

"But—"

"Two in the morning, Cor." Monica takes a deep breath. "She should be able to take care of everything herself. I'll come by in the morning."

She hangs up without waiting for a response. Cor lowers his phone and glares at it. Betrayed. By his own soldier. He'll get her back for this.

The birth takes what feels like forever. There's four kittens when it's all over, and after seeing Kotetsu eat the placentas, he's vowed to never have to go through this again. Give him something to kill any day. This was just harrowing.

He considers getting up and taking a shower, but he's exhausted after hours of watching to make sure nothing goes wrong. He lets his head fall back against the wall behind him and carefully stretches out his legs. The kittens are huddled in close to their mother, so he shouldn't have to worry about crushing them. He hopes.

The next thing he's aware of is someone walking into his bedroom. He checks on Kotetsu automatically, to find her and the kittens curled up next to his leg and apparently fast asleep. Only then does he look up to see Monica hovering over him with a smile and her phone out.

"Don't—" Cor's cut off by the sound of the camera shutter noise. He hits his head against the wall and sighs.

"But you looked so cute." Monica kneels down and looks at the kittens without picking them up. "And Helen will pay me for that picture."

"I'll pay you to delete it," Cor says, but he knows it's hopeless even before Monica smirks at him.

"Not enough." Monica gets back to her feet and holds a hand out to him. "The kittens look fine. You need to get ready for work."

Cor grasps her hand and lets her haul him to his feet, but he can't help looking back down toward Kotetsu. "But they were just born."

Monica pats his arm. "They'll be fine. Go take a shower."

Cor reluctantly does as she says, tossing his clothes into a corner of the bathroom. He'll worry about them later. In the shower, he leans his forehead against the wall and thinks mournfully about how comfortable his bed is. He'd been looking forward to a full night's sleep, and Kotetsu had ruined it.

At least it had ended in four healthy kittens. He hadn't really gotten a good look at them yet, and he doesn't think he's going to until after work. He sighs and pushes off the wall, reaching for the shampoo.

By the time he gets out of the shower, Monica has made him coffee and breakfast, a sure sign that he looks as tired as he feels. He sits down with a grunt of thanks and stares blankly at the plate for a second. He'll be late if he doesn't hurry up.

He can feel Monica's amused eyes on him as he eats and gulps down two cups of steaming hot coffee, but he chooses not to acknowledge her. At least this way he can pretend he still has any dignity left.

Monica walks to the Citadel with him, smiling at her phone the whole time. She leaves him outside his office door, rushing off like she has something important to attend to. Cor narrows his eyes at her back. He knows she doesn't have anything waiting for her.

Her hurry is explained when he opens his door to find Helen lounging in his chair. Of course. Why would she give him time to prepare for her?

"Good morning." Cor closes the door behind him and crosses his arms. "Get out of my chair."

Helen grins and doesn't move. "Tell me how your adorable kittens are first."

Cor sighs. "They're alive and healthy. Not sure what else you expect me to say about things that are only a few hours old."

"Oh, come on." Helen leans forward and props her chin up with a hand. "How many are there? What do they look like? What awful names do you plan on giving them?"

"Four; squirming, dark blobs; and I haven't decided yet."

"All right, I can take a hint." Helen holds up a thin file folder for a second and drops it back on his desk before she gets up. "Just came to deliver this anyway."

"Thank you."

Helen walks over and pats him on the chest before she leaves. "Welcome to the crazy cat lady club."

Cor walks over to his desk and flops inelegantly into his seat. Would anybody notice if he took a nap before he has to go train the new recruits? With the way his luck is going, someone would walk in on him drooling on his paperwork and snap a picture. Better not risk it.

He rubs his eyes and flips open the folder. Scowls at the contents and rubs his eyes again, in case he's just seeing things. But the image of a kitten doesn't disappear, and as he flips through the pages he realizes that's all it is. How the hell did Helen manage to get this together so quickly?

...At least they're cute. And it is better than doing actual work.

He doesn't actually get anything done before he has to get up again, but he can't bring himself to care. He's tired enough that he stops in one of the guard rooms to grab a cup of their terrible coffee. He chugs it right there at the counter, then looks into the empty cup with despair.

"That was the worst coffee I've ever had," he mutters to nobody in particular. "It tastes like apathy given life. How do you drink this?"

"Who cares what it tastes like?" Someone comes up and pours themselves a cup. "It works."

Cor nods agreeably. "Okay. But why does it smell like burnt hair?"

"That would be the sheer essence of apathy. You need another cup, Marshal?"

"I don't hate myself that much."

He can still taste the coffee when he gets to the training room. It would make him regret the decision to drink it if he didn't also finally feel awake enough to actually do something.

The new recruits salute him when he enters the room and he salutes half-heartedly back. He's given the welcoming speech so many times he's pretty sure he could recite it in his sleep, which is good because he has no recollection of a word he says. He'll just have to hope he didn't screw up, and deny it if he did.

"I know all of you can fight," Cor says, falling into his resting stance. "But today is when you find out how well."

He reaches for the king's magic and pulls his katana out of the Armiger in a flash of light. The ensuing tinkle of tiny bells and muffled laughter of a few of the men isn't the normal response he gets to that. He looks down to see—something hanging off the hilt of his sword. A closer inspection shows it to be several little cat phone charms. He taps at a little calico that has one paw raised beside its head, and it jingles as it swings.

"Regis," he sighs as the men burst out laughing again. He falls back into stance and glares up at them. "Don't let yourselves be distracted by ridiculous diversions. An enemy won't hesitate to attack while you're laughing."

It still takes the recruits a few bruises before they manage to take him seriously again. Cor is going to kill Regis. Or Monica. Or both of them.

#ffxv #cor leonis #fic post #i did a try?#cor week #maybe idk i'm tired #and mostly just happy to have a working toilet again #it's been a long week #and it's only wednesday

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strawberry-milktea · 7 years

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1How do I stop being so edgy? I am NOT an atheist, I believe the Christian God exists and that Jesus came to die for our sins. My parents are born again Christians, we go to church and have bible studies so I know a fair amount of info of the bible but it irritates me, i'm disgusted and disappointed at times.I can't believe The Lord is kind, I don't see how we are not simply a game to him. Starting right off on Genesis he knows man would fall just by putting temptation in front of Adam and Eve.

2But I feel so much sadness at the same time. I went to small group at my church and I felt really left out, I want to be a “super Christian”.ifeel so sad that I can’t love God, that I cant blindly read the times God has been unfair or over dramatic like the other Christians. That I don’t feel bad at all for being human. I listen to Christian music but I can’t into get worship mode like my mother does. I want to be able to repent and be 110 into this but I can’t human logic and emotions stop me.3I see people around me slowly starting to go to church and immediately changing their life and views and ive been hearing about God and going to church longer than them and I’m starting to get really sad about it. What should I do? When I try to study the bible without previous opinions I always fall. I feel do awkward when I get asked in church if i plan to get baptized, I can’t, because I dont feel right doing it since I’m still so doubtful. —Hi there friend,I think something that is significantly hindering you is that you’re comparing yourself to other Christians. I see it several times throughout your messages - you say you want to be a “super Christian”, implying that you are observing other Christians you think are better than you. You compare your worship to your mother’s, saying you want to worship more like she does. It’s not a bad thing to admire other Christians and feel their level of spiritual maturity is something to look up to. But you have to remember that what you are admiring is actually Christ you are seeing in them. Spiritual maturity is something He is responsible for growing and developing in a person, and it’s a reflection of Him in that person. It’s nothing gained by their own works or worthiness - rather, if we desire spiritual growth and seek it from Him, He will honor that request. You have to always keep in perspective that while admiration of others and desiring their level of spiritual maturity isn’t inherently a bad thing, it can reach a point that it becomes destructive and damaging. Our goal should be to become more and more like Christ, not like other Christians. No matter how polished and together a person appears to be, people often aren’t going to reveal the less pretty aspects of their walk as a Christian, such as weaknesses and struggles with sin - especially if they only know you as an acquaintance. I always say that people may draw assumptions about me from this blog, that I always have it all spiritually together based off the asks I answer here. But in reality, I struggle with sin that can be so crippling to resist and at times, I fail and I feel terrible about myself. You honestly cannot define someone as a “super Christian” based on what they choose to reveal to you. Yes, people do have different levels of spiritual maturity.. but I honestly don’t believe in the term “super Christian” because no matter how spiritually mature one may be, that person is still a flawed human being who would be lost without Christ. And in His eyes, He sees us all the same as His children - He has no favorites. The doubts you are experiencing are definitely not uncommon among Christians. In the past, I had my own doubts and confusion in terms of faith. I certainly don’t claim to know everything (and I never will), but as you grow in your faith, doubts evaporate and things just start to make more sense. It happens naturally. The key is to keep pressing forward in your faith, choosing to trust that He is good - even when you can’t wrap your mind around what is troubling you and even when the enemy tries attacking with jabs of doubt and fear that can be really unsettling. If you don’t give the enemy’s attacks attention and focus on Christ instead, I assure you things will fall into place and suddenly you’ll realize that the doubts and confusion have lessened and eventually, completely disappeared. When it comes to worship, I truly urge you to refrain from comparing yourself to others. I used to fall into the same trap when I first started going to church after being born again. I am naturally a more reserved and quiet type of person. I worship and sing more freely when I am alone versus when I am around others. It’s just how I was built and I used to feel so paranoid that something was spiritually “wrong” with me because I felt scared that people would “notice” me singing and I couldn’t get myself to lift my arms up around others as passionately as others do seemingly without a care of what people think. But then I realized - I’m not meant to be a carbon copy of other Christians. Some people can shout out, dance, and raise their hands without a care and it comes naturally to them. What comes naturally to me is to sing quietly, close my eyes, and worship in a more internal way. He knows what’s going on in the heart, whether a person worships quietly like I do or if a person is shouting praise to Him at the top of their lungs. I realized something important - if I were to imitate more outgoing Christians, it would just be for a “show” for others or to prove to myself that I’m worshiping the “right” way - when in reality, worship is about what is going on in the heart and it’s all about Him, not me or anyone else! When I came to this realization, I started comfortably worshiping in the way that felt right for me and enjoying the worship of others around me, whether they worshiped the same as me or more outgoing. I didn’t feel out of place anymore. And this is how you have to learn to see it too.. Worship isn’t a competition, and it’s not about what others see. It’s about what He sees in your heart. I think you do have a valid point, that human logic and emotions are playing a big role here for you.. You have to realize that human logic will never be able to explain everything because His ways are higher than ours. Some things will never make total sense to us, and that’s okay. We aren’t meant to understand everything. He revealed to us in His Word what we need to know, but we can be assured that He goes so unfathomably deeper that we could never understand everything about Him and His ways. I think you need to approach Him with all these concerns. Lay it all out - tell Him what you fear, tell Him how you have been feeling, directly talk to Him about the things you can’t understand. Tell Him that you desire spiritual growth and enhanced understanding of His Word, without the previously heard opinions of others influencing/skewing your understanding. In reality, our understanding of the Word comes through the power of the Holy Spirit. If you seek Him, He will come through for you.As for baptism, baptism isn’t about understanding everything or having it all together. Baptism is about a declaration of your faith in Jesus Christ and wanting to show that belief in your heart to the world. It’s not about being “perfect” or not having any weaknesses - because if it was about that, then nobody would be baptized. So I really urge you to get baptized.. Do not allow the enemy to fill your mind with lies that you have to reach some level of perfection in order to be worthy of baptism.I hope you found this helpful.. Please let me know if there is anything else I can do to help.

#God #asks #anon #baptism #worship #studying the Bible

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clubpenguinheadcanons · 7 years

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How about a scenario to unravel: A situation where Ace disappears (with team reactions?). Is it mission gone wrong? Kidnap? Something more sinister at play? Who knows! Knock yourself out however you wish (or not that is ok to don't dress

Thanks Anon for loving my work, here’s a little something for you! Sorry it took so long! Yadda yadda undercut.

Word Count: 5,810

Blood/injury/death mention.

Ace doesn’t know what feels worse, their splitting headache, the searing pain on their side, or the frigid wet cold that they feel all over. Well, at least they have a blanket on to keep warm. Ace snuggled up to it, forgetting about the day that was laid out before them. Well, until someone started calling their name.

“Agent, wake up…” The voice was a bit deep and angry.

“Five-five more minutes…” Ace mumbled. They don’t know why they can’t move their arms or feet, and honestly, they don’t care. They just want to sleep the pain away. They turned away from the voice, hoping that it will leave them alone.

“Oh for Pete’s sakes! Wake up!” The voice tore the blanket off of Ace, making the penguin shiver from the cold.

“Who do you think you are-” Ace turned around and saw that the voice was in fact, Herbert. Standing tall with a scowl on his face and a tattered, and a bit bloody blanket in his paws. That was when everything fell back into place in Ace’s mind. That they were sent on a scouting mission, they were seen and chased, and now…captured. Of course, they lost their phone and jacket in this whole mess as well. Ace frowned.

“Who do you think I am? My Agent, such mean things to say to the hero that took your cold, bloody fowl body in and dressed your wounds and gave you a blanket! You should be glad that I have some compassion and I just didn’t leave you to die outside in this insufferable weather!” Herbert threw the blanket back at Ace, smirking that it hit the penguin in their face.

“Oh, I am so sorry Herbert! My great savior and hero!” Ace’s voice was dripping with sarcasm. They hate being captured, but at least they were alone in this. They’ll be fine, they just got to find out what Herbert is planning to do and find a way to escape. “So, why did the compassionate Herbert tie me up if he is so kind?” Ace tried to put the blanket on them, yet with their flippers tied, that is something hard to do, so it just fell to the ground. Giving a glare at the blanket was all that Ace could do, hoping that they had some mind powers to move it.

“For goodness sakes, you are even more pathetic than the last time I remember.” Herbert walked up to the penguin and wrapped the blanket around them. Wouldn’t want their enemy to die of hyperthermia. The freaking penguin is shaking like a leaf and seems to be a bit blue around the feathers. “As you must know, just because I won’t let you die, doesn’t mean I won’t keep you captured here.”

“Oh, so what will you do? Brag about your intelligence? Oh! Oh! I know! You will tell me about your tragic backstory yet again! Or how “The Great and Powerful Herbert” captured one of the Elite Penguin Fools’ best agents! Oh please, Herbert, don’t be so cruel, I’d rather succumb to my wounds than to be bored to death.” Ace looked down at their wound that was bandaged up, they forget, how did they get that anyways? They remember being chased, and falling down, then the pain. Did Herbert do that to them? They looked up at the polar bear, seeing red on his paws. Well, whatever that can be seen with his paws made into fists.

“You’re testing my patience Agent. I am this close to letting you go outside in this snowstorm and wait until you turn into a popsicle.” Herbert gritted his teeth as one hand pointed to the outside and the other rested at the bridge of his snout. Oh, how much he loathes this Agent. Their sarcasm and fight being the two things that annoy him the most. Sure, the penguin is a fun thing to trick, yet somehow, in the end, that penguin gets the upper hand. If it was luck that fuels this agent, Herbert is just waiting for it to run out.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop. But really, what are you planning to do with me?” Ace would rather not get the boot to the outside. They remember the snow storm being terrible when they left for their mission, getting worse with every passing moment, by now the storm must be too dangerous to even think about going out.

“Um…well…” Herbert paused and think. What was he going to do? He had no plans to think of at this moment, all of his resources for the winter are being used to grow his own vegetables and to survive, rather than take over this pathetic little island. He looked back at the agent and smirked. “I’m going to interrogate you! I shall beat answers out of you and make you quiver in fear!” Yeah! That’s what he’ll do! “Right Klutzy?” He looked down at his small friend.

“Click, clickity.” Klutzy grabbed a flashlight and handed it to Herbert.

“You’ll never get anything out of me Herbert.” Ace squinted as Herbert shines the light into their eyes. Goodness, that hurts their head. Maybe they got a concussion as well? Welp, that’s a shame.

“Oh shut up, I will get inside your little bird brained mind and get all of your secrets about the EPF!” Herbert glared at Ace, maybe that will get them to talk? Who knows, in fact, Herbert doesn’t even want to try to beat some info out of Ace, he could just get it by hacking into the EPF mainframe or something else. But maybe they have something that isn’t on the computers? “So why did you even try to stalk me?” Eh, a good place to start.

“You really think I will talk Herbert? I know nothing and won’t say anything.” Ace sighed. Is he really going for this? Whatever, he’ll just get bored and move on, hopefully.

Ace really wish it was that simple. Herbert tried for hours upon hours to make them talk. Going on from asking the same question, to threatening to stick Ace outside into the cold. Yet whenever Ace told him to do it, he refused. Saying that he is not giving his hostage a chance to escape or whatever.

“Come on Agent, answer the question. Why were you stalking me?!” Herbert lifted Ace up, hoping that being a bit manhandled would scare them.

“If your method of torture is boredom, I would say, it’s working, yet, I still won’t tell you why.” With that Ace was dropped down from Herbert’s grip onto the ground. Ace couldn’t help but yawn. They were going at it for what? A few hours now? It surely must be night time.

“AAARGGHH, THAT DOES IT, I’M DONE PLAYING THESE GAMES!” Herbert threw a punch to the cave wall, giving it a nice crack. Thankfully Herbert couldn’t see the flash of fear in Ace’s face as he did that. The polar bear took a deep breath. “Okay, I’ll get some food, then go to bed.” That was when Herbert and Klutzy took their leave. Letting Ace be all alone.

“Oh thank puffles, I thought he would never leave!” Ace mumbled to themselves. Time to find a way to escape. Ace tried to move their flippers free, yet it was no use, Herbert tied them too tight. Ace tried to stand up, yet they couldn’t even move their feet that much to make a clean getaway. So instead Ace tried to roll around, hoping that it would loosen the rope. Which didn’t do much but take the blanket off. Ace rolled back onto the blanket as Herbert came back in. Seeing Ace just lying down on the floor. He sighed.

“You know, I made you some food as well. If you want some, just sit up if you can.” Herbert walked over the penguin. Seeing the penguin sit up and look up at him.

“So, how am I going to eat? Are you going to feed me?” Ace really hope it’s not that.

“Nah, I won’t stoop myself that low.” Herbert put a bowl of soup and a cup of water down.

“Well, aren’t you so nice.” Ace rolled themselves onto their stomach. Ah, so they are just gonna need to use their face. This is great, just great. Well, Ace tried to eat the soup and drink the water, well most of what they could get from it. After Ace was done, Herbert took the bowl and cup and started laughing.

“You know Agent, if you give me some access codes, I will let you free.” Maybe being humiliated like that will open them up?

“Okay Herbert, you win.” Ace sat themselves up. “The access codes for the EPF mainframe is, pi, i, -i, and horizontal 8.” Ace couldn’t help but crack up as Herbert’s face went from awe to confusion to pure anger. If Ace died right then and there, to them it would be worth it.

“YOU, JUST YOU LITTLE!” Herbert shook with rage. Alright, he’s done, nope, he needs to rest. Tomorrow that penguin will tell him some info! They just have to. “Good night you brat!” Herbert walked out of the room, leaving Ace all alone again.

“Nighty, night, P-bear!” Ace stifled a yawn as they laid down on the blanket. Hopefully, the others are alright and aren’t too worried about Ace. They just don’t want anyone to get lost in this storm because of them. With that, Ace rested their eyes and fell asleep. Hoping that the storm subsides. **********************************************************************Trying to search in this storm at night was a bad idea. G gritted his beak as he tried to look around, to try to see the agents in front of him. This is terrible, they can’t even see a lousy ten feet out! He felt guilt, heck, he felt more than guilt at this moment, he felt that he was the sole reason as to why Ace was gone. Letting that penguin go out in a storm like this?! What was he thinking? Apparently, something had to make sense, since Dot approved of letting them go out in this weather as well. But still, this doesn’t take the burden off of him in the slightest. G snapped out of it as his name was called out.

“G! I can’t see in this weather! The storm is too much!” Rookie called out.

“I know Rookie, I think we have to cancel this search party for tonight.” G sighed. He doesn’t want to cancel the search party, but they have to. This weather was too much for the group.

“Why? Jet can’t try to fly out?” Dot quipped up. She really needs to find Ace, she feels terrible that she and G allowed them to go out in this storm. Heck, Ace even asked them if they were sure about it since the storm was going on when Ace was informed about their mission! Just, this is just great. If The Director doesn’t chew their heads off, then the guilt will from this mess up.

“Negative Dot, this weather is too much for me to fly out.” Jet looked around and frowned.

“Are you sure you can’t try?” Dot just, she really needs to get something going, she just can’t leave an agent missing on the field.

“Dot, I would love to flip this island upside down to find Ace, I really would, but I rather not be putting myself in danger, which will cause for two missing agents.” Jet just couldn’t help but to spat that lasts part out at her. Sure, Ace going MIA is terrible, but in this weather? Who knows how long Ace could survive this, and Jet really would love to flip this whole place down to find them, yet he can’t. Which just makes it even worse. Since now not only are they down an agent, but they can’t do a single thing about it. Hopefully the storm subsides in the morning, but for now, it’s best for them all the retreat.

“He’s right…we shouldn’t be putting any more agents in a position that can put them in danger.” G added.

“Then, what should we do?” Dot looked at the three guys. This feeling of helplessness sinking into her, a feeling she hates.

“Well…what would Ace want us to do?…” Rookie mumbled. He just, he woke up to hear that Ace was missing and scrambled to HQ as soon as he could. He wants to find Ace, yet in this weather, this late? He didn’t even think he would be able to get this far out without freezing. He pulled himself closer to Jet, grabbing one of his flippers and letting it wrap around him. Hoping that would keep him a bit warm, as well to comfort his worries.

“…they would want us to turn back and return when the storm stops…” Jet mumbled.

The rest of the group looked at each other. Should they just go?

“Fine, tomorrow once the storm lightens up, we’ll go and search for Ace. For now, we’ll go back to bed. Everyone come back to HQ at around 8 am or earlier. The weather report says the storm will be gone by then.” Dot announced.

With a group of nods and okays, the group left. **********************************************************************Quickly enough to return in the morning. This time, not only do they have the regular group, but a few more agents and PH as well. Hoping the puffles could find something. G waddled around with Rookie, hoping that the two of them could find something that would shine a light where Ace was gone. The silence though was killing him. He just doesn’t know what to say. “So…um, I am so sorry that we woke you and Jet up last night about Ace being missing…eheh. I hope we didn’t cause too much trouble for you guys.”

“It’s fine G, we were going to find out that Ace was gone sooner or later…might as well have been then.” Rookie looked down. He hates this feeling he has. Just, one of their Waddle Squad buddies being gone. Especially finding out they went missing during that storm? “Do you think, that Ace will be alright? They know basic survival, but do you think they’ll be fine?”

“I…I don’t know Rookie. Hopefully, they’ll be fine, but with this weather, who knows.” G really wants to assure Rookie that all will be alright, heck, he even wants to tell himself that. Yet he knows that he can’t since setting high hopes will only get them hurt in the end. “If anything, Herbert could’ve gotten to…” G stopped as he saw Rookie run up ahead of him. “Rookie? Where are you going?! Rookie!” G chased him and came to a quick stop right behind the green agent. “O-oh no…”

A trail of blood led down to a river was what they found. Rookie stood in front of it in shock. Just seeing this all was too much for him. He just wants to go home, he just wants to go home and to get a call from Ace that they should hang out today, and that whatever was happening now was just a bad dream. Yet this wasn’t make believe, this was a true nightmare, one that was as true as Operation Black Out. Did Ace feel this way when he and the others went missing? It has to be, this feeling of regret and worries bottled up inside of him felt too much to hold. Yet he has to stay strong, the green agent turned to G, his face as solemn as ever. “I-I think we need PH and the others over here now…”

G nodded and got them over there, leading into an investigation throughout the river. Underwater puffles swimming through, hoping to find a body if one was deposited into there. “Did you guys find anything?” G asked as the puffles finished their investigation.

“They found something, not a body, but something alright.” PH replied to G. These types of investigations always bring down the mood of everyone, including PH. The idea of an agent going missing and might be, that, is something that no one wants to imagine. She handed G a jacket that was soaked, as well with some blood stains. “Was this theirs?”

“…” G held the jacket. They remember Ace coming in with it when they got the mission. It was theirs alright, and now they don’t have it. “Yes, this was their jacket PH. Do you think they drowned?”

“I have no idea, we found nobody, they could’ve had that slip off of them as they went who knows where, or it fell off of them as they were eaten by some sea vermin.” PH looked away. “We sent some puffles out to sniff out the area, but they lost the scent before we could find another clue G. If we were to start looking from around here, it might take us a long time.”

“So, you’re saying we should stop looking?” G looked at her in disbelief. Stop looking for one of their own? This early? That’s ridiculous! That’s, that’s. Tragic and might need to be done.

“Well…I say we try for another day or so, if anything, they could’ve been captured by Herbert if they didn’t drown. But by the looks of it…” PH looked away.

“I understand…thank you PH, I’ll contact The Director.” G waddled back, holding the jacket close to him. He just, he just can’t believe this is happening. One of his agents, gone, no trace of them at all. If Jet and Dot don’t find a clue, this investigation might have to go into missing penguins, and then, it might just become a cold case. G shuddered at the thought of that. One of his agents, one of the few that was so close with everyone on the team, just being gone? No, this isn’t happening, it isn’t real. Ace is fine! They’re smart, they can survive! G waddled to Rookie, holding the jacket towards them.

“Did they find Ace!?” Rookie looked and saw that there was nobody, living or, well, unconscious? He looked down to see Ace’s jacket. “That’s their jacket! So they must be close right?!” Rookie took it from G without hesitation, feeling how soaked it is. Going through the pockets, hoping to find something that will give them a lead.

“No, they didn’t Rookie. In fact, we might just be searching for another day or so before it goes into missing penguins.”

“But?! We can find Ace! They’re here! They have to be somewhere around here! They even, they even!” Rookie took out Ace’s phone, one that is soaked and broken They can’t even call Ace, they knew they couldn’t before, but now they know why. “G…Ace isn’t fine…are they?” Rookie looked up at G, just, feeling broken.

“Probably not…” G held up his flippers, he knows that Rookie is just, heck, they all are overwhelmed and out of it by this. Rookie hugged G, a bit too tight for the blue penguin, but with what’s going on, it doesn’t matter to him that much. G gently patted the back of the agent.

“They’re probably, probably dead or something by now, and we can’t even find them.” Tears streamed down Rookie’s face. He just, he just can’t believe it. Ace is really gone. He should’ve joined Ace in that mission, he should’ve talked to them before about it or something. He knew he didn’t know until now, but still, he wishes that he did.

“Hey, hey, Ace isn’t dead, they might be alive still! We just have to find them.” Jetpack noises filled the air. G looked up. Seeing Dot and Jet coming back from their search. Hopefully, they found something.

“Oh my goodness! Jet!” Rookie lets go of G as he ran over to the red penguin, latching onto him as he cried into his shoulder.

“…Did you guys find Ace?…” Jet could only ask that question. If Rookie was this upset, then there must be a reason. One that he can’t fathom to hear. “No! Even worse! We found a blood trail, and, and there is nothing else! Just their jacket with their phone! Did you guys find anything?” The green penguin looked between Jet and Dot, hoping that they found something.

“Negative Rookie. We searched everywhere in the sky, and found nothing.” Dot sighed. This is looking bleak, in fact, it seems that Ace is truly gone from their sights. Unless some miracle happens, like Herbert contacting them and announcing their newly held hostage. Yet knowing Herbert, he wouldn’t even dare to step outside in this cold, much less the snow storm that happened last night.

“So what are our orders for now?” Jet looked at Dot and G, hoping that maybe they have something to say.

“Well, we will look until tonight, or until another storm picks up and we will do another search tomorrow morning as well.” G announced.

Dot nodded. She didn’t have anything else to add. Sure, they will be doing some other missions here and there, but right now. This is their number one priority, making sure that one of their agents come back safely. Safe and sound, like they all should when they return from a mission. Dot hopes that Ace is okay. **********************************************************************Ace isn’t okay, in fact, they wish they were dead. It has been a whole day of Herbert trying to get information out of them, yet again. This time, Herbert decided to take the “torture by boredom” quite literally. Oh how much Ace hates their sassy beak sometimes.

“And that was when I discovered, I was in fact, a vegetarian. Any questions that you may have Agent?” Herbert looked down at Ace and smiled. Oh, how much fun he’s been having! To have someone to listen to your life story! Even if it does bore them to death, it’s a way for him to hope he can get some valuable information!

“Yes, I do have one question, Herbert. Can you just please put me out of my misery now? I know you hate me, but doing this? I feel like we are violating some sort of war crime.” Ace was so tired of this, just so very tired. They were just looking around all day trying to find something to break free with and found it. That object is a very sharp end of an anchor that Herbert somehow got. The only problem is that Ace has to wait until Herbert leaves the room, which he hasn’t done at all, well for an extended period of time.

“Oh! So rude of you Agent! Has anyone ever taught you some manners? Or must I tell you the story of how I learned to be an upstanding polar bear?”

“I think you would need to hear that story again as well Herbert since you slouch all the time.” They quipped up. Despite feeling half brain dead, they still got the sass.

“YOU-” Before Herbert could continue any further, a clock bell rang, signaling that it was time for Herbert to hit the hay. “Don’t think this isn’t over yet! Tomorrow Agent, I will get you to talk!”

“Mmhmm and polar bears all over the world will fly to Club Penguin to have the biggest shindig! Good night!” Ace watched as Klutzy and Herbert took their leave. Letting Ace be all alone in the small room. Ace waited for what felt like hours, they just need to make sure that Herbert is asleep and not in some in-between state that he could be easily awakened from. After that, Ace slowly propelled themselves towards the anchor. Trying to get the rope entangled to the sharp edge, hoping that it will rip the rope apart. Which it did, as well as cutting them up a little. Oh well, they’re free now at least! After being freed loose from their entrapment, Ace grabbed the rope and a grappling hook that they saw scattered about before. Tying the two together, hoping this will come in handy. As Ace waddled out of the room, they grabbed the blanket that they have been using these past few days as well. Sure, it’s too small and flimsy to really protect them from the cold, but it’s better than nothing. Ace walked into the room that Herbert was sleeping in, him laying on some cushioned chair. Well, now they can search around for any plans that Herbert was thinking of doing. As quietly as they could, Ace began looking around, not realizing a small crab that was still awake.

“Clickity click click.” Klutzy clicked. Letting their presence be known.

“Oh, um, hi Klutzy. Uhh, go back to sleep little buddy, old pal?” Ace whispered to the little crustacean. Crud, oh crud, this is bad, real bad. Without any real forethought, Ace grabbed whatever blueprints they could and ran out of the cave as fast as they could. Not realizing that one of the blueprints was on a board, making it fall off and clatter onto the floor, waking Herbert.

“What the?…” Herbert looked to see his plans were gone, and that Klutzy was clicking about how their hostage is getting away. “WHAT?! YOU FOWL THING!” Herbert jumped out of his chair and began to chase Agent outside. “COME BACK HERE YOU FOOL!” Herbert bellowed out as he ditched using his two legs, and instead began to stampede on all fours.

“Oh, crud! Oh no, oh no…” Ace panted out as they tried their best to get away from Herbert. Forgetting that typically polar bears will use all of their fours to chase their prey. Whether it was for eating or to toy with, it doesn’t matter to them, Ace is now his prey. Ace tried to weave through the trees, yet in this nightly snow storm, it was so hard to see, much less to move in. Ace stopped as they were on a ledge of some sort of cliff. Standing there dumbfounded at what to do. They couldn’t jump? Could they? It was that or Herbert will get them, and in this cold, it was hard to even think about getting lost in this weather, yet, Ace just can’t stand being captured. “Oh, you little fool, just give me my plans back and I will make sure that I won’t hurt you, much.” Herbert stood back on his two legs, panting. What he didn’t expect was for Ace to jump. “You idiot!” Herbert tried to grab Ace, but instead, all he did was swipe them on their side as they went tumbling down. Herbert looked at his claw, now red from the action he had done. He sighed as he watched the penguin tumble further away from him. He could either chase them and get lost in this cold weather, or just call it a lost and head back. He looked back at their hideout and back to where Ace probably fell down to. “Good luck Agent! Hopefully, the other Elite Penguin Fools won’t find your body frozen to death!” With that comment, he headed back. It’s out of his control now.

Ace didn’t know what possessed them to jump, but they did and now they regret it so much. Falling and falling into who knows where, as Ace’s body stopped falling, they could only just lay there for a moment. Trying to collect their thoughts with what just happened. Trying to remember what they still have after that tumble. They still have the blueprints and the blanket, yet the grappling hook was gone. As Ace tried to pull themselves up, they felt excruciating pain in their right flipper. Looking at it, Ace realized that it was broken, and goodness, now everything hurts. Have they been swiped at again by Herbert? Probably, Ace remembers seeing some red as they were falling down. Ace decided it would be best to lay down for a while, just enough of time to collect their thoughts. Yet, what if they pass out? They would be outside in this cold weather, and that isn’t good. With fear of the weather being too much, Ace got up and tried their best to keep waddling on. Whatever they have to do is to find their way home, they just can’t stay here in this weather.

“I’m such an idiot…” Ace shivered. What a fool! What an idiot! They are just going to die here and then the others are going to see what a silly and stupid penguin Ace was. No, no, they’ll be fine, just gotta keep moving. Ace stopped for a moment as they looked up to the sky, seeing that it was still night. Yet they see smoke coming up, meaning that they are close to civilization. Ace began to run towards the smoke, hoping that, someone is there to help them. What Ace didn’t realize, was that they were running straight into a river. Plummeting into the cold water, it took Ace all of their might to get out of it. Throwing themselves onto dry land, Ace felt all of their energy just being sapped away from them. Their body trembling, trying to keep themselves warm from this frigid weather. They couldn’t help but let all of the frustrations of being captured, escaping and this pain to be let out through a scream for help. Just the pain of it all was too much for them to bare. They don’t care if they will attract Herbert or whatever enemy, they would rather have someone than to be alone like this.

“Ace?! Is that you?” Dot ran towards the source of the noise. She just came out here to search for Ace, and now she heard a scream for help? Maybe it’s them! It has to be! “Oh my goodness, Ace! It really is you! Thank puffles!” She ran towards her friend who seems to be soaked to the bone. Trying to get them to lay on their back, they shouldn’t be moving or anything. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, just my right flipper is broken, I just want to go inside Dot, I can stand Dot.” Ace tried to stand up by themselves, yet their body didn’t feel like cooperating, and instead, they just fell back. Thankfully, Dot was able to grab them before they fell, gently putting them on the ground.

“Ace, just relax, we’ll get some help, you shouldn’t be moving.” Dot wrapped her jacket around the penguin. How long were they even out here for? She pulled out her phone and called the others. Hopefully, they’ll come soon. “But Dot, I can, I can…” Ace felt nothing more but pure exhaustion. With this whole night of them trying to survive, and the comfort of being found. Ace just let their tired body win this, and promptly pass out. **********************************************************************“Ace, wakey wakey…” A voice called out to Ace. Giving them a good poke to the head.

“Rookie, let them rest.” Another voice scolded the other.

“Sorry Jet…” Rookie apologized.

Ace couldn’t help but open their eyes, they have already been interrupted from their sleep. As they looked around, they noticed that the others were in the room with them. Sitting around in some solemn silence. Well except Rookie, who was right in their face poking them. Rookie’s eyes went wide as they saw that Ace woke up.

“Ace! You’re awake now!” Rookie gave the penguin a big hug, yet still being careful not to hurt their broken flipper.

“Yeah, guess so…” Ace at first froze from the sudden hug but then sunk into the embrace. “…how long was I out?” They looked at the others, seeing that some of them got up from their seats.

“About a few hours, give or take. You freaked Dot out by your sudden pass out.” Jet added.

“Well, who wouldn’t be? One minute this penguin was telling me they’re fine and they can walk, the next, they weren’t responsive!” Dot waddled up to Ace and joined in on the hug. Then the others did, making it one big group hug. After a while, they all pulled apart. Just being so relieved that Ace was found.

“So what happened Ace?” G asked. Part for his own curiosity and the rest being for HQ, they are all going to be doing a lot of paperwork this week.

“Oh, well at first I found Herbert, but he saw me, so I was chased, I think I fell or something, so I got knocked out, and woke up in his lair captured.” Ace motioned to their bandaged up wound on their side. “Apparently Herbert bandaged me up and kept me as a hostage for those two days.”

“At least you weren’t outside in the cold then.” Jet added. Sure, being captured sucks, but it’s better than freezing to death.

“Yeah, better than that.” Ace continued. “Then last night I escaped, was chased again, this time though I lost Herbert, well he stopped chasing me I believe, and fell into the river that Dot was by and here we are now.”

“Why didn’t you just stay with Herbert if the weather was so bad out?” Rookie asked.

“I rather not stay in his clutches for long, as well that escaping in this weather made it easier for me to lose him.” Ace answered.

The group looked at each other and nodded in agreement. Sure, it wasn’t the most ideal escape, but it’s better than staying in Herbert’s clutches for too long.

“Also, you had some blueprints…” G held them up, now dried up from being in the river. “I’m guessing you got these from Herbert?”

“Yeah, I thought that before I left, I would do a quick search around and grab what I can.” Ace began to go under their covers, sleepiness coming back to them. “Why? Did I get something useless?”

“No, in fact, you got some of his plans that he probably would’ve used after the winter months. Good job Agent!” G smirked. Even from this whole mess, they were able to come out on top of this.

“We should probably be going…” Jet announced. Looking at the clock on the wall.

“Okay then, see you guys tomorrow at HQ then!” Ace joked as they watched the others leave.

“Good one Ace, get some rest, and we’ll try to see you tomorrow.” Dot waved goodbye.

As the door shut closed, Ace sighed. Now they are alone and safe. Ace tried to make themselves as comfortable as they could be with a broken flipper and looked outside of their hospital window. Seeing that a new storm rages on. Ace closed their eyes, finally getting some well-deserved rest from this whole ordeal that has finally ended.

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☠ (That Darn) Zarrn / Reaper ☠

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◦ Edgy and unpredictable ◦ Inexplicably survives on sporadic snacking ◦ Prankster ◦ "Choke me and hit me with your car” ◦ Glutton for punishment

🔍 Overview 🔎

Full Name: Zarrn

Pronunciation: ZAR-NN

Nickname(s): That darn Zarrn

Preferred Name: Zarrn, but is greatly amused by others calling him “that darn Zarrn”

Age: Young Adult, somewhere between 22-25 years of age

Sexuality: Pansexual Sado/Masochist

Pronouns: He/him

Height: Shorter than average for an Asura

Weight/Build: Skinny string-bean

Scars/Birthmarks/Distinguishing Markings: Red tattoo around his eyes as well as around his belly button

🗣️ Personality & Morals ⚖️

Are they…(bold which term applies to the character):

introvert / extrovert / ambivert risk-taker / cautious organized / disorganized close-minded / open-minded calm / anxious / restless disagreeable / agreeable / in-between patient / impatient outspoken / reserved leader / follower / flexible (not really either as he’d rather not interact with people at all) empathetic / un-empathetic optimistic / pessimistic / realistic traditional / modern / in-between hard-working / lazy

Moral alignment (chaotic good, lawful neutral, etc): Chaotic neutral

Guilty Pleasure(s): Pranking, masochism

👍 Strengths & Weaknesses 👎

Strengths/Skills (Mental/Physical): Skilled at necromancy, remarkable intelligence when it comes to making traps/pranks/schemes, impeccable aim and luck

Weaknesses (Mental/Physical): Nothing but skin and bones, cowardly when presented with actual threats, can be too cocky, sore loser

Biggest Advantage: Trickery

Biggest Vulnerability: Weak and out-of-shape, his bones would probably break if he tried to punch someone

Mental Ailments: Antisocial Personality Disorder

Physical Ailments: Generally out-of-shape

Addictions/Bad Habits: Addicted to pain

Phobias: Being out-smarted

🏠 Lifestyle 🏠

Birthplace: TBD

Current Residence: He has two locations where he lives in Metrica Province and Rata Sum, both are abandoned run-down areas off the beaten path where he just started living/sleeping and keeping objects

Education: Flunked out of college, self-taught

Religion: If asked he’d say “The Eternal Alchemy probably exists or something but I have no idea and I don’t really care”

Philosophy/Outlook on Life: He has a very lethargic outlook on both life and people. He doesn’t care much about anything, and his only real goal in life is to pester people who are either assholes or too uptight, and “affectionately” pester “friends”

Job: Self-employed vigilante prankster

Hobbies: Pranking

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 Relationships 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦

Status (Single/Dating…/Married to…): Single, but has a lot of FWB

Family: His parents were a sort of Bonnie and Clyde duo in their adolescence, but instead of taking lives they were playing pranks, causing trouble wherever they went just for the thrill, never causing any life-threatening danger. After having Zarrn and his sister Zonnja they became less active in their pranks, not wanting to endanger their kids, but they let him join in on the trouble making sometimes. These days his folks are still mischievous and play pranks on peers, but they're more agreeable and more people seek them out for their intellectual abilities. Zarrn has a good relationship with his folks, and they frequently plan pranks on each other. He learned most of what he knows about scheming/pranking/trap-making from them, although while his parents became agreeable enough to work with people and benefit them, Zarrn remains very troublesome to work with and much less helpful. His sister is the complete opposite to her prankster family members, and wishes they’d all have better manners. She and Zarrn butt heads a lot, Zonnja is often embarrassed by Zarrn, and he often pesters her—but despite this they do care about each other, and anyone who makes Zonnja cry is in for some severe prankage.

Friends: Given his personality he...doesn’t have a lot, but he prefers it this way

Enemies: Numerous...Zarrn himself doesn’t perceive a lot of people as “enemies” but there are a lot of victims of his pranks that consider him one. Although Crystal comes really close to being labeled an “enemy” by Zarrn since she never falls for his pranks.

Other notable relationships (If any): N/A

📚 Backstory 📚

Childhood: Zarrn showed great potential for necromancy at a young age, picking up the concepts with ease. With his parents’ help he was able to develop necromantic skills quickly—and he would use these skills to prank his peers even at a young age. His parents pulled pranks on him too, they were always fun innocent pranks, and this became a regular family practice—with the exception of Zarrn’s sister Zonnja, who would cry at any prank no matter how innocent, so pranking her became off-limits.

Adolescence: Zarrn continued to be a trouble-maker to a point even his impish parents began to feel like he needed to dial it back. Through some correction and some pranks gone terribly wrong Zarrn learned to manage his pranks and who he pranks better, though he’s still more devious than his parents.

Young Adulthood: Zarrn attempted college, and hated it. He spent most of his time toying with his peers, in particular the hoity-toity ones, and eventually flunked out completely, not that he cared. He found an abandoned run-down lab in Metrica Province and started hanging out there all the time—eventually collecting furniture and various knick-knacks and keeping them there. He also found a secret literal hole-in-the-wall in Rata Sum that he moved into as a secondary living location.

Adulthood: TBD

Present Day: Zarrn mainly hangs around Asuran-populated areas such as Metrica Province and Rata Sum, pranking who he can. His most-likely victims are Asura who seem the most up-tight or egocentric, as they have the most entertaining reactions, other than that he most frequently pranks peers and friends. He will mess with other races too because he's amused by the variety in how they react to pranks, but Asura are his most common victims due to how offended they become. But it is worth noting if someone shows great pain/hurt from pranks he’s pulled he’ll feel guilty. In most cases he will find some low-key method to apologize/make it up to them, with minimal interaction with said person as he already hates interacting with others, much less others he feels guilt towards. The person may never even know they’ve received an attempted apology from Zarrn, such as an unmarked package or unnamed letter saying the writer is “sorry to hear about what happened” and “whoever did that must be a dumbass.”

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