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The Most Wanted | Baron Zemo | The Falcon and the Winter Soldier

Part 2 Pairings: Helmut Zemo x Fem!Reader | Sam Wilson & Fem!Reader | James Barnes & Fem!Reader Word count: 6017 (sorry) Warnigns: swearing, a bit of kissing, shooting Summary: As Reader’s presence is exsposed the only way to get to Zemo is to cooperate with Sam and Bucky.

A/N: Reader is German-speaking which means that ¾ of what she says is in that language. If she speaks with Zemo, one to one, I switched to English (pls pretend it’s still German xD). Also next time I’ll put translations next to German version. It will be easier to read probably.

You grunted as you were seated on a chair, and quickly restrained with a rope around your arms and hands. You scanned the room looking for Zemo but he was nowhere to be found. As your search did not bring you any satisfactory answers, you set your eyes on the other man, expectantly.

“Was kann ich für sie tun?” you asked calmly with a nonchalant smile.

“What?” Sam looked puzzled at James, and back at you. “What does it mean?”

“She asked what she can do for you, Sam,” Zemo answered leaving the bathroom with a bottle of cologne and a towel in his hands.

“Well first of all she can tell what the hell is she doing here,” you observed the dark-skinned man with much amusement. He seemed to be quite annoyed with the situation.

“Warum ist er so verärgert?” you asked Zemo, still carefully observing Sam.

“What?” he asked again, clearly agitated that he did not understand what you were saying.

“She wants to know why you are so annoyed,” Zemo replied, spreading some cologne on his hands and then on his neck with a gentle pat.

“Can’t she speak like normal language?” Sam sat down on the couch with a helpless expression.

“Wha–at?” you mocked Sam with a silent laugh. You saw a corner of the Baron’s lip went up for a moment.

“I don’t really understand why the whole world should speak English, Sam. Oh, mein Gott, Y/N, sprichst du noch kein Englisch?” Zemo looked at you with a question in his eyes. A similar question was in Sam’s eyes as he desperately wanted to know what was happening.

“Nein, aber ich verstehe was er hat gesagt,” you shifted on the chair you were restrained to.

“She will not speak English, even though she understands you,” Baron translated.

“What do you want?” you felt observant gaze received from James.

“Ihn,” you pointed at Zemo with wide grin. “Ich wollte euch beide zuerst erschießen und ihn dann nehmen.

“She wants me and wanted to kill off the two of you before,” Baron replied emotionlessly.

“That would add up, she had a sniper rife literally next doors,” James said, “Who beat you up like this?” he asked after a moment, pointing at your bruised lip and a black eye.

“Die Wakandanerin. Sie dachte, ich würde sie zu Zemo fuhren. Aber dann hat sie mit dir gesprochen,” you smiled lightly towards James as you thought, it was kind of him to ask about it.

“The Wakandian did it to her as she thought she would lead her to me. Then, the Wakandian has spoken to you, James. It’s quite surprising how fast they sent somebody to fetch me.”

“Is it really?” James looked at him with disbelief. “I bargained us more time to deal with things, so no need to thank me.”

“It was sweet of you to defend me at least,” Zemo turned from the window and lightly nodded towards James, much to his dismay.

“You killed T’Chaka and now Nagel” Sam echoed, and yet Baron shrugged that information as he would an irritating fly. “How long do you follow us?”

“Seit Madripoor. Übrigens war dein Tanzen komisch, Zemo,” you winked at the Sokovian with silent laugh. You were way too much enjoying this questioning.

“She was following us since our visit in Madripoor. Ich dachte, ich habe dich dort gesehen, Y/N,“ he put his hand on your shoulder and squeezed it lightly.

“Du war recht,” you turned your head to catch glimpse of his figure behind you. The smell of cologne he used was rather intoxicating.

“Is it me, or you two like know each other?”

“Yes, we have worked together before and as I said, I had a feeling that I saw Y/N during the party,” he answered and went to examine kitchen shelves. “She’s one of the best bounty hunters I have known, and it’s a delight that she’s hunting for me now.”

“Man, you have some strange definition of a delight…” Sam stated, crossing his arms. “Why you hunt him now?”

You fell silent for a longer moment not really wanting to tell why.

“Meine Schwester –” you started talking.

“Her sister was kidnapped and is held by someone. She will be released only in exchange for my person,” Zemo translated simultaneously, playing with a cookie on his finger. “She doesn’t know who that is. Y/N only received a video with her sister and information about what she’s supposed to do. If she cannot fulfil the expectations, her sister is going to be killed. Es tut mir sehr leid, Y/N.”

“Hör jetzt auf, Zemo. Du kümmerst dich nur um dich selbst und zerstören Super-Soldaten. Das ist es,” you felt closely examined by him and then he did something most surprising for you.

“I don’t believe she will pose any threat to our cause. I do think that she actually can be quite an asset.”

The three of you looked surprised at Zemo. Sam and James because they both thought dealing with another shady character would be too much. And you because it would make your job so much easier, just to use distraction and snatch Zemo right from their noses.

“Wunderbar! – No!” the three of you exclaimed at the same moment.

“Why not? I would get three watchmen, making sure I would not escape,” he continued undisturbed by your sudden vocalization. “Moreover, Y/N is excellent in hand-to-hand combat and is trained in any kind of weaponry.”

“I don’t even…” Sam started and put his hands in the air as if he surrendered to this whole situation. “I mean, it’s not bad to have additional pair of eyes on Zemo but is it worth it? She’s a criminal too.”

“Right now, we have bigger problems. Karli bombed a GRC supply depot,” James started reading the latest news on his phone.

At that point, you stopped listening to them, as they were deliberating on the subject you were not that much familiar with. Even though Zemo offered a solution for your presence in the team, no one was willing to untie you from the chair. You sat there observing the place carefully, trying to find a perfect way to run away at some point with your prize.

You kept your gaze on Baron for a long moment. He bustled around the kitchen as if he did it every day, without a break of several years in a German prison. Of course, it was impossible for him to forget how the Avengers were responsible for the deaths of his family and yet, it was bizarre for you that he decided to cooperate with them. As you knew him from the past, Zemo would cherish the very thought of destroying this particular group of superheroes, showing them how very human they indeed were. Still, you just witnessed how Baron threw a Turkish delight towards Sam as if he were giving him a treat for a great lead to follow.

“Du starrst, Y/N,” he stated indifferently, handing you some tea.

“Danke,” you thanked him, even though you had no opportunity to drink it. “Ich kenne dich und bin dennoch überrascht, wie du diese Männer behandelst. Sind sie nicht deine Feinde, Zemo?”

“Im Moment sind sie nützlich. Das ist alle,” he answered you and from the look on his face you knew that Baron Zemo had already a plan.

“What are you talking about?” Sam came closer to the two of you.

“Y/N is surprised that I cooperate with someone that I swore to destroy,”

“Well, you can count me in, Y/N,” he replied as he undid the bonds. “One wrong move and you two will be handcuffed to me and James.”

“Das hört sich nicht so schlecht an,” you rubbed your wrists sightly worn from the rough rope and drank tea from Zemo.

“I’m afraid my dear friend that she rather liked that idea,” you winked at Sam coquettishly as he rubbed his face in disbelief.

“Was machen wir jetzt?”

“We are going to ask some questions about Donya’s funeral,” James answered your question, “We gotta move.”

Within fifteen minutes you were ready to leave the apartment, and since James and Sam did not want to take any chances leaving you alone, you were walking in pair with Zemo.

“Ich bin überrascht, dass du nicht versucht hast, sie zwischen Städten zu verlieren,” you said to your companion as you walked.

“Nun, wie ich schon sagte, sie sind ein Mittel zum Zweck, das ist alles,” he replied. “Was hast du in den letzten Jahren gemacht?”

“Nichts Besonderes, aber ich war für 5 Jahre wegen dieser Snap weg. Jetzt bin ich hier…”

“Man, don’t you worry about what are they talking about? They could be like planning escape or something, to roll us over,” Sam said to Bucky, cautiously observing the two of you in front of him. “It’s just wrong…”

“It’s not, they’re talking about the past. She was gone after Thanos snapped,” Bucky replied quietly, trying not to give up he’s able to understand German. “She’s still quite lost after she got back.”

“Can you blame her? Or anyone in such a situation? It’s pretty fucked up…”

Bucky cracked for a moment listening to your conversation, “She just told him, she would have killed him back in Madripoor and she didn’t just because of their shared past.”

“Damn man, they have some unresolved issues under those smirks and sass.”

You turned around feeling the gazes of the two of them on your back as you were speaking with Zemo. They were walking behind you, keeping a reasonable distance, and talking about something rather lively.

“It is shame of what became of this place,” you rose your eyebrow lightly looking around the small courtyard, which wasn’t in its best condition.

“I’ll go check upstairs. You keep eye on him,” Sam went up for the next floor and you were left alone with James, as Zemo softly humming a lullaby came closer to children.

For a moment two of you stood in silence watching how Baron was approaching children, and then you asked, “Du verstehst mich, oder?”

“A little, yes,” James answered you. If he was surprised how quickly you found out about it, he didn’t show it at all.

“Was machst du mit ihm? Wenn du er nicht mehr brauchst?” you crossed your arms following James’ stare.

“He’s going back to the prison.”

“Und die Wakanderin?” you heard long sigh from him, he did not really know what to do in this situation.

“I’m not sure. Zemo is too dangerous to let him be unsupervised, or to be intercepted by a shady character, no offence.”

“Nicht genommen,” you smiled lightly.

“Now, what the hell is he doing?” Sam came closer to the two of you, seeing the idyllic conversation between Zemo and children.

“Wish you didn’t hear him sing – What?”

“Cute kids,” Zemo said as he passed the three of you heading to the exit.

As you left the CPR facility, you had a feeling that someone was observing you as four of you walked down the street back to the apartment. You observed each passing by person, sensing something was going on.

“Was ist los?”

“Jetzt nichts als ich denke jemand folgt uns. Der Power Broker hat Leute nach drei von Ihnen geschickt,” you replied quickly turning around your head.

“Achtung!” just as you saw the mercenary take out the gun, you pushed Zemo away and took the bullet. A sharp pain tore your arm as you landed on the ground next to Baron looking at you surprised. “Was?”

“Warte,” he took out the knife and tear for pieces your sleeve to create a tourniquet above the wound. “Versuche es zu drücken, Y/N.”

You nodded holding your arm firmly, trying to prevent any further bleeding. On the other side of the road, James was just knocking out the assassin.

“We should move. I don’t want to take any more chances with other killers,” Sam helped you stood up.

“Und der Söldner?” you asked.

“He won’t be conscious for longer time and we will probably be somewhere else. Come.”

Four of you hastily returned to the quarters, making sure no one was following you. Sam and James armed themselves with additional weapons as they wanted to be sure you were safe in there.

“We’ll go and check whether this place is safe. You two stay here, understood?” Sam told you as he went out with James.

You stood in the middle of the room trying to gather yourself to do something with the wound you have been pressing. You took few steps towards the bar and made yourself two drinks, one of which you immediately drank.

“Now, take these, it will help with the pain.”

“Yeah, thanks,” you took the pills from Zemo and swallowed them with few sips of whiskey. “Now, if you allow, I’d like to take care of this,” you pointed at your arm wound, as you slowly went to the bathroom and closed the door behind you.

As you were finally alone without any sympathetic or wanting-to-help gazes, you sighed loudly and quite shakily. It was not your first time being shot, and honestly, you knew that having Zemo around and babysitting him for not to get killed, would mean more bullets to take.

You sat down on with tiles of the floor, observing how blood was slowly dropping on it creating a small plash. You moved your fingers carefully, trying to determine whether some muscles or tendons were damaged. It hurt badly. Burning pain ran through your whole hand up to the arm wound.

“Fuck,” you whined quietly, and you rested your head over the edge of the bath.

That was not the plan at all. At last, the pills you got were starting to work as your pulsating pain did not bother you anymore. Slowly with the biggest caution, you could have at that moment, you removed the makeshift bandage and examined the wound. It was still bleeding, rather profusely, despite the pressure band over the injury. The longer you stared at it, the more light-headed you felt.

You heard somebody opened the door and Zemo entered the bathroom. You had not had enough power to say something sarcastic about his way of respecting somebody’s privacy.

“What are you doing? I don’t need any help,” you observed Zemo as he sat next to you with a first aid kit.

“I’m not going to do anything. But you might need this if you really want to take care of the wound,” you snorted and took the kit. “Why did you do that? Why did you take a bullet for me?”

“Does it really matter?” as you heard nothing from the man, you looked up and saw Baron watching you expectantly. “I must deliver you alive if I want my sister to stay alive,” you answered hesitantly, cleaning the wound.

“It is admirable how dedicated you are to your sister, Y/N.”

“Is it though? If not her I would be free as wind getting other shady figures for actual money. Not to mention that it was not, the plan,” you scoffed and gritted your teeth as the wound began to burn hellishly.

“I would do anything to save my family.”

“I know Zemo, I know it,” you agreed looking at him softly, and then you sighed heavily. “I will need your help with it. I thought the bullet went clean through, but I can’t see any exit wound.”

“How could you not know it?” he asked in growing amusement.

“I don’t know man. I am high as kite, Zemo. I don’t really feel that much,” you looked blankly at the hole in your arm for a moment before you gave him a pair of forceps. “I will cut the wound from both sides and you have to take the bullet out, got it?” He nodded in agreement.

You proceeded with careful cuts along the edge of the wound, as precise as you could. You took a deeper breath and nodded for Zemo to try and retrieve the bullet. Even though you were on strong painkillers, it was almost impossible to not move or whine.

“Don’t move, Y/N. I almost have it,” you grabbed the bath edge firmly trying not to shift any more.

“Easy to say… Fuc–” a cry of pain escaped your mouth in the same moment as the bullet was taken out. “Oh, God that was awful. I will never get used to it. Thank you,” shakily you reached for a needle and thread to close the wound.

“Let me,” he took over the instruments and without further ado, he quickly stitched the wound and put a fresh bandage over it.

“Hey! You alive in there? We heard some screaming,” you heard Sam from the other side of the bathroom door and lightly smiled.

“Yes, it’s alright,” Zemo answered as he helped you to stand up from the floor.

“He cares, doesn’t he? Even if you did him wrong, he cares.”

“Yes, he does,” Sokovian agreed. Still supporting you, he led you to the sofa, on which you fell with relief as you were feeling more and more dizzy. “Du solltest dich ein bisschen ausruhen, Y/N. Du hast ziemlich viel Blut verloren.”

“Yeah, yeah, was auch immer,” you weaved him off impatiently and laid down with your feet up.

You felt absolutely awkward that you got yourself shot because you pushed Zemo to the side. It was probably one of the dumbest things you have ever done. Well, if you counted being caught by Winter Soldier, that is the other dumbest thing you did. It was not your best day at all. You heard somebody was clamouring in the kitchen pouring water into a kettle and then into small cups.

“How are you?” You looked at James, who asked you the question.

“Gut,” you replied shortly, taking the cup of tea from Zemo. You felt in fact a bit better as the medications you were given truly kicked in.

You pressed yourself deeper into the sofa with your eyes closed, trying to rest for a while. You disconnected completely from external stimuli, focusing on your breathing, and calming the heartbeat. Even though you lost some blood, you didn’t feel that bad.

Suddenly you heard the sound of breaking glass and louder exchanges. You opened your eyes and looked at Zemo surprised as the Americans went dealing with their things.

“You can’t play with others, can you?” you asked with a soft chuckle making him some space on the sofa to sit. “I know you probably have some plan but still, being followed by the Wakandians, and bounty hunters, and probably some other killers it’s not an easy thing to cope with.”

“You think I need protection?” you showed off your arm. “I don’t need any, I am perfectly able to use my mind to gain in every situation.”

“I’m just saying that playing on different fronts at the same time always ends rather badly,” you finished off your tea and put the glass on the table.

“What can I say, I am a wanted man,” you snorted lightly at his words. He was truly the most wanted man at the moment.

“What was that tea again?”

“Cherry blossom, why?”

“I feel – dizzy,” you said unsure. You looked at the glass and at him, and then back at the glass. And then it clicked. “You little –”

“Shh, mein Schätzchen,” he immediately caught your falling head and swiftly stood up, making a place for you to lay down. “You will sleep for some time.”

You felt so heavy and dizzy, you had no power to fight with him. The last thing you saw was Zemo unfolding a blanket and putting it over you.

“What’s wrong with her?”

“Nothing Sam, she just fell asleep after the pills I gave her to ease the pain,” Zemo lied without a blink of an eye and made sure you were comfortably sleeping. “We should probably move.”

***

You woke up sometime later, just as Zemo said. What he didn’t mention was an extreme headache you got as soon as you opened your eyes.

“What a fucker…” you murmured as you got up from the sofa, throwing the blanket on the side. How thoughtful, you thought ironically looking at the material.

There was no one in the apartment and as you figured out, they have probably been gone for the funeral ceremony to talk with Karli. You moaned softly, rubbing your temples in hope that the pain will go away. It didn’t do anything and bright light coming through the stained windows wasn’t especially helpful either.

You wandered around the room and kitchen to find some painkillers. You suspiciously sniffled tea in a small metal box, still remembering what Zemo did. As you thought about it, if he didn’t get into a quarrel with James all of them would be asleep and Zemo would have been far away. A perfect getaway.

“Rather shameful not to carry it to the end,” you said to yourself washing down the painkiller with a drink. But then again, it was Zemo considered so he probably saw another opportunity for him to run away.

As slowly the painkillers once again started to work, you decided to go back to your rented room and take your belongings. It was hard to guess when your company would be back and you didn’t want to risk them, at least James and Sam, discovering you were gone, and the hideout was left unsupervised. But then again, you shrugged your arms carelessly it was not your responsibility to look after it.

You poured water into a kettle and put it on the burner of the stove. I’ll be back before the water boils, you thought and took one Turkish delight on your way out.

In fact, you got back just in time to take the kettle off the heat and make some tea for yourself and you started to explore the residence in search of some clothes to change. You did not really think it would take that much time to extract Zemo. It was supposed to be a day, give, or take. The whole situation of you being captured and somehow kept hostage was not included in the plan.

You took off your torn blouse and dropped it on the floor, in search of something new to wear. You looked through one of the few wardrobes that had any clothes in it. Mostly male, but you also found a few dresses and children's clothes. As tempting as it was to wear one of the dresses, you felt it would be somehow a sacrilege to wear Zemo’s wife clothes. Instead, you chose one of his purple shirts and tried it on. It would suit you nicely if not the zip across the chest which was a bit tight, so you had to keep it slightly unzipped.

You returned to the kitchen, finding yourself extremely hungry if not ravenous. Eating more Turkish delight would do no good either, as they were extremely sweet. Rummaging through kitchen cabinets you found ingredients to make a stew and you thought everyone could eat something warm. You quickly chopped some vegetables and put them in a ceramic casserole along with meat and seasoning. Now all you had to do was to wait and control if it’s not burning.

“Du siehst gut aus in meinem Kleidern,” you heard suddenly as you were checking up the food in the stove.

“Danke,” you kept your smile for yourself and you turned around to see three men coming in. Zemo went straight for a piece of cloth and wet it in ice-cold water, which he put over his eyes as soon as he lied on the sofa.

“I thought you would be gone, the second you wake up,” Sam was rather surprised to see you casually cooking.

“Warum? Ich muss ihn abfangen. Er ist mein Ziel,” you took out the stew out of the oven and put it on the counter.

“And you made us food?” you took four plates out of the cupboard and put them on the table along with silverware.

“Ja, warum nicht?” you were quite content of yourself as the food smelled wonderful and you took pleasure in cooking it. You missed your domestic life dearly especially knowing it was impossible to get it back.

“Das ist sehr nett von dir, Y/N,” you muttered under your nose to his words and poured him some bourbon. Zemo looked as you could use some.

„Und mich zu betäuben war nicht sehr nachdenklich von dir, Zemo,” you replied angrily, handing him the drink as he lied on the sofa with cold patch over his head. „Was ist mir dir passiert? Bitte essen.”

With the move of your hand, you showed Sam and James to sit at the table and eat what you have prepared.

“She invites you to eat,” he translated, slowly drinking his bourbon. “Der neue Captain America warf seinen Schild auf mich ,” he then replied to your question and removed the compress.

“Was?” you chuckled at the mere thought of him being knocked out like this. “Komm, du muss auch essen.” You encouraged Zemo to join the Americans at the table and eat together.

The four of you sat awkwardly at the table as you were putting food on the plates and handing them over to each of them.

“So, Sam would you consider taking the serum if you were offered it? Hypothetically speaking, of course,” you said nothing just rolling your eyes internally. What a perfect question to ask at the table.

“No,” he cut it shortly between the bites.

“No hesitation? That’s admirable.”

You looked at James sitting quietly as you and eating. You sensed he was still tormented by his past and listening to them hypothetically speaking about taking or not the super-solider serum was uneasy. You felt sorry for him being used as a pawn in other’s men fight. Living without the ability to decide what to do must be haunting, let alone the knowledge of your forced actions.

“Danke,” you heard from him as he finished eating.

“Gern geschehen,” you couldn’t help but to give him a warm smile and watched him go to another room to get some rest. He was still bothered by his past and even though he tried his best to make it go away, it did not work as he wished it to work.

Zemo as he finished, also stood up but helped you with cleaning the table and putting dishes into a dishwasher. Then once more he retrieved to his favourite, horizontal position on the sofa with another drink and cold compress. Unfortunately, his rest didn’t last long as two men stormed into the apartment.

“All right. That’s it. Let’s go. I’m now ordering you to turn him over,” Walker said authoritarian pointing at Zemo.

“Shield or no shield, the only thing you’re runnin’ in here is your mouth,” Sam confronted him as everyone tensed up for inevitable conflict. “He’s actually proven himself useful today.”

“Who is she?” Walker pointed at you rudely as soon as he was denied getting Zemo.

“Temporal associate,” you heard Sam answering in your favour.

“Another criminal? You two are just falling down as you collaborate with such people,” he summed that up in his pretentious, all-knowing manner. He looked at you for a moment. “John Walker, Captain America.”

“Ich weiß das,” you muttered to him.

“Can’t she speak like normal language?” you heard Walker scoffing.

“You know, people can use different languages too, Walker. Maybe learn another?”

“That’s how it’s going to be, Sam? Should I put my shield down, to make it fair?” Sam smiled lightly with disbelief. That man was insufferable.

The atmosphere was tense, and it was seconds away for Sam and Walker to start the fight. It was postponed for a while only due to a sudden appearance of a spear that stuck into the column right next to Walker’s head. The Dora Milaje arrived, and they had no fucks to give.

The leader of them start talking with James in Wakandian, and you knew it was the time they wanted to get Zemo to pay for what he has done.

“Hi, John Walker. Captain America.”

Is he dense or something?, you thought looking at how thoughtlessly his actions were. Even you knew not to disregard Dora Milaje nor to interfere in their businesses, and he was going straight into it. You saw his partner being a bit agitated by the sudden entrance of warriors.

“Sagt er das jedes Mal, wenn er sich vorstellt?” you snorted watching how Walker was trying to talk reason to the Wakandian, and even you knew it was one of the stupidest things he could do.

“Yep,” James said pouring himself a drink.

As you have foreseen second after John’s hand was on Dora Milaje’s arm he was doomed as three of them attacked him and Lemar.

“Are we going to do something about it?” Sam asked James, who took quite a pleasure observing the fight.

“Looking strong, John,” he shouted back at the fighting men.

You could not help it as a short laugh escape your mouth. It did not take long for Sam to join the quarrel and shortly after James followed him.

As Falcon and Winter Soldier came into the fight, you approached Zemo and asked, “Should I also fight them as your champion? To get the right to, have you?” you smiled cheekily over your whisky.

“You can have me any moment, you want Y/N,” you choked on your drink. “Now, if you excuse me.”

You watched him taking a bottle of alcohol and aggressively zeroed his glass. Then undisturbed by anyone he went to the bathroom and just before closing the door, your eyes meet. You perfectly knew Zemo was escaping and all you did was to raise your glass towards him and finish your drink.

That’s going to be fun, you thought pouring another glass of whiskey, watching how everyone is getting their asses whooped.

***

“How could you let him go?” you held up your arms in a gesture of ineffable incomprehension of your act.

“C’mon man, it’s not that we need him that much now. We must focus on our mission, Bucky. I know it’s hard for you, I know it, but we can’t blow it away,” Sam put his hand on James’s shoulder and squeezed it lightly, trying to reassure and comfort him.

“I helped him escape from Berlin that was enough for Dora Milaje,” James said sternly and stopped in front of the building they had set up a meeting in. “You can’t go in, Y/N, two of us is already too many.”

“Klar,” you agreed and watched them go inside the beast’s belly.

You walked down the street, heading to a small square located in this part of Riga. You surprisingly found yourself enjoying this short stroll without anyone to interrupt you or anyone to chase after. Quite a lovely vacation you could have had. You liked this city as it had interesting history and architecture that survived Second World War.

The fountain in the middle of the square was captivating and a lot of tourists were taking pictures of it. You were surprised that despite incidents caused by your company, there were organised groups and sightseeing tours. You admired the monument for a longer while until you noticed something on the opposite side of it.

“I thought you would be far away from here,” you approached slowly Zemo, standing in the shadow.

“I thought about it but then again I feel somewhat responsible for how everybody jumped to each other’s throats just to be able to get me.”

“Isn’t that what you are famous for? And don’t tell me you feel bad about it,” he looked at you and smirked.

“Bad, no but it’s rather tiresome for me. I don’t really take any joy from it,” Zemo hesitated for a second and you could tell he dropped some part of his act. You could have seen the very broken man who was the reason for the Avengers split. “Why not a dress?”

“What?” you were taken by surprise with his question.

“There were few dresses in the closet, and you decided to take my shirt,” you looked at Zemo frowning.

“I won’t do anything to it, if that’s what you mean,” you tried to laugh it off, but it wasn’t successful. “I thought it would have been strange to wear your wife’s.”

“I wouldn’t mind if someone could do a good use of them,” he smiled sadly. “Anyway, I enjoyed your company today. It reminded me of your visits when I was imprisoned.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, staring blankly at the pavement. That was quite charming of him and you smirked at this thought.

“Yes, me – ” you stopped talking at the sudden sound of breaking glass and crushing metal.

In front of you two men were fighting, of which one was much more superior. You watched Walker throwing his shield again and again at the man, treating him like a training bag.

What the actual fuck, you thought as you heard other man pleading for his life, but Walker was out. He didn’t hear him nor listen to him, there was something more going on. He put the shield up, above his head and allowed his rage to take control over him. Walker repeatedly smashed the head of the poor man several times with his shield and then he stood with it.

Unmoved. Triumphant in his imagination. Covered in blood splashes. And the shield bathed in bloody strains shimmered ominously. The new era of superheroes has arrived in its brutal glory. Unstoppable. Utterly frightening.

“Jesus and that is how Captain America deal with things now?” you couldn’t believe your own eyes, as Walker murdered a man in daylight. “Now, I can see more vivid than ever why super-soldiers pose a threat to the order.”

“The whole world is watching, and they know what he did. He will be never forgiven for such a barbaric act. Previous Captain America stood for what the US wanted to be, righteous and good. This one, he’s … he’s what America is like. Brutal and not afraid to kill anyone who wronged it,” you listened to Zemo seeing how every single one of passing by people were with a phone, recording or even streaming live this whole situation.

“Where are you going now?” you looked at him for a moment, still cautiously monitoring the surroundings, trying to digest the terrifying view.

“Sokovia, or rather to what is left of it…” Zemo answered looking plainly before himself. “Will you give me a week?”

“I will give you two days tops before I go after you again, Zemo.”

“Good enough,” he smiled lightly and looked at you. “Don’t you want to come with me?”

“Nah, I’m good. I want to be around here and see how this will develop.”

All of sudden he caught your chin and moved it up, and then kissed you gently. You stood in awe, trying to figure out what on earth was going on, as you were not completely over that you have witnessed Captain America going apeshit. But after a moment of suspension, you kissed him back.

“Care to explain?” you asked as you separated from the kiss.

“People tend to feel uncomfortable when they see a kissing couple and I didn’t want to be filmed,” he said with a charming smile. “I don’t want Sam nor James to find me before I want to be found.”

“People or you wanted me to feel uncomfortable?” it felt strange but in a good way. You only hoped that he wasn’t trying to play with you as well as he did with others.

“And are you?” you rolled your eyes with a groan. He was acting impossible. As he managed to temporarily escape his guards, Zemo was probably going to be even more of himself than he already was.

“I will see you in two days, Zemo.”

“That’s the plan,” he smirked and disappeared into the crowd.

________________________________________________________ German vocab.: Oh, mein Gott, Y/N, sprichst du noch kein Englisch? – Oh my God, Y/N, can’t you really speak English? Übrigens war dein Tanzen komisch. – By the way, your dancing was ridiculous. Ich dachte, ich habe dich dort gesehen. – I thought, I have seen you there. Du war recht – You were right.Es tut mir sehr leid. – I’m very sorry.Hör jetzt auf, Zemo. Du kümmerst dich nur um dich selbst und zerstören Super-Soldaten. Das ist es. – Stop it now, Zemo. You only take care of yourself and to destroy super soldiers. That's it.Wunderbar! – Wonderful. Du starrst. – You are staring. Ich kenne dich und bin dennoch überrascht, wie du diese Männer behandelst. Sind sie nicht deine Feinde, Zemo? – I know you and am still surprised how you treat these men. Aren't they your enemies, Zemo? Im Moment sind sie nützlich. Das ist alle. – Right now, they are useful. That's all. Das hört sich nicht so schlecht an. – That doesn't sound too bad. Was machen wir jetzt? – What are we going to do? Ich bin überrascht, dass du nicht versucht hast, sie zwischen Städten zu verlieren – I'm surprised you didn't try to lose them between cities. Nun, wie ich schon sagte, sie sind ein Mittel zum Zweck, das ist alles – Well, like I said, they're a means to an end, that's all. Was hast du in den letzten Jahren gemacht? – What have you been doing in the last few years? Nichts Besonderes, aber ich war für 5 Jahre wegen dieser Snap weg. Jetzt bin ich hier… - Nothing special, but I was gone for 5 years because of the Snap. Now I'm here… Du verstehst mich? – You understand me, yes? Was machst du mit ihm? Wenn du er nicht mehr brauchst? – What are you going to do with him? When you no longer need him? Und die Wakanderin? – And the Wakandian? Nicht genommen – Non taken. Was ist los? – What’s going on? Jetzt nichts als ich denke jemand folgt uns. – Nothing now but I think someone is following us. Der Power Broker hat Leute nach drei von Ihnen geschickt – The power broker sent man after the three of you. Achtung! – Watch out! Warte. Versuche es zu drücken – Hold on. Try to push it. Und der Söldner? – And the mercenary? Du solltest dich ein bisschen ausruhen, Y/N. Du hast ziemlich viel Blut verloren – You should take a rest. You lost a lot of blood. Yeah, yeah, was auch immer. – Yeah, whatever. Gut – good Mein Schätzchen – darling Du siehst gut aus in meinem Kleidern – You look good in my clothes Danke – Thanks Warum? Ich muss ihn abfangen. Er ist mein Ziel – Why? I have to intercept him. He is my target. Ja, warum nicht? – Yes, why not? Das ist sehr nett von dir – That’s nice of you Und mich zu betäuben war nicht sehr nachdenklich von dir – And knocking me out wasn’t very thoughtful of you Was ist mir dir passiert? – What have happened to you? Bitte essen – please eat Der neue Captain America warf seinen Schild auf mich – The new Captain America threw his shield at me. Was? – What? Komm, du muss auch essen – Come, you too should eat. Gern geschehen – You’re welcome Klar - Clear

#zemo x reader #baron zemo x reader #helmut zemo x reader #tfatws #sam wilson #james bucky barnes #john walker #zemo #baron zemo #helmut zemo

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His Dark Materials - Season 2 Episode 7 *FINALE* (Thoughts and Rambles)

We have a LOT to unpack here oh my god oh my god

When I say I was screaming and yelling during the episode, I mean I was LITERALLY screaming and yelling

This post is mostly screeching and capital letters, you’ve been warned

“So cold” “life or death meant nothing” - well shit. Accurate description of a Spectre attack damn

I didn’t know what those creepy noises were at first and I was sat here absolutely TERRIFIED because it was creepy as fuck. Then I realized it was cliff ghasts because they said something that I recognized from the book and I was like “oh shit”

Pan and Will talking is the sweetest omg

The fact that Pan told him that Lyra thinks he’s as brave as King Iorek Byrnison :’)

“She’s the best friend I’ve ever had” “You’re her best friend too” - STOP, MY HEART

Lyra was awake and heard the whole conversation :3

“I’m no longer an aeronaut” :( “I’m an insect” - LMAO

Hester and Lee’s banter remains my favourite thing and now it’s bittersweet tbh...

“You could never be an insect, Lee” “Okay, hare” - bless them

Marisa finding where Lyra was staying and then finding Lyra’s coat?? And crying with it pressed to her face?? :’(

In case I haven’t mentioned it already, I am incredibly gay for the witches/their aesthetic/costume. Absolutely beautiful queens, all of them

Oh hi, it’s Mary and the two kids!

The fact that Mary helped them find their adults :’)

Also, “We like you miss” - BLESS

I’m kind of confused as to whether the blue flower petals are important or if it’s just her smelling them? IDK

“I’m close to my father, it’s time I found him” - OOF OKAY UMM ARE YOU SURE

“I let my best friend down” - Noooo Lyra, no you didn’t! :( Your dad is a terrible parent and killed him, that’s not your fault!

“Maybe this is how I let you down” - Well done, Asriel and Marisa, you’ve fucked up a perfectly fine child is what you’ve done

Will telling Lyra that she hasn’t let him down :3

That witch turning up because she was trying to warn Marisa about the spectres, only for Marisa to torture and kill her... oof

FUCKING MONKEY I CAN’T DECIDE HOW I FEEL ABOUT HIM

“She’s MY daughter” - Okay, damn, lady...

“EVE. She’s the mother of all” - OH FUCK YOU TOLD HER. OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK

THE SPECTRE ATE HER DÆMON OMG NO THIS IS HORRIFYING WTAF

Seriously, the way the witch went so grey and lifeless and just fell to her knees and down... Urgh, my stomach is turning

Just when I thought I hated the monkey again, he starts whimpering because he’s afraid of the Spectres :(

“Stop whimpering” - DAMN MARISA YOU ARE A STONE COLD BITCH HUH

Pan being the damn voice of reason and telling Lyra they should stay with the witches like yes, Lyra, listen to him for once!!!

Okay but why are the Magisterium soldiers lowkey dressed like German soldiers from one of the World Wars???

I’m not really surprised that BBC left out the detail of Ruta and Asriel fucking when she found him to be honest XD

So the witches think that the Æsahættr is a person but it’s actually the KNIFE. AND THEY DON’T REALIZE. RUTA YOU DON’T NEED TO GO ANYWHERE, IT’S LITERALLY RIGHT THERE

“...That’s not my dæmon.” “Run.” - OH SHIT OKAY MY WHOLE BODY JUST TENSED UP

So umm Lee got shot and FUCK NO FUCK NO I’M NOT READY FOR THIS EMOTIONALLY THANKS

I LITERALLY DO NOT WANT THIS TO HAPPEN OKAY

“You’re either with me or against me” Umm he’s your dæmon?!?!

THE WAY SHE SCREAMED AT HIM OH MY GOD SHE’S FUCKING TERRIFYING HOLY CRAP

“What are you frightened of?” - oh, I don’t know, Marisa, maybe because YOU FUCKING SCREECHED AT HIM. MAYBE HE’S FRIGHTENED OF YOU

Also I love the detail of Marisa getting onto her hands and knees, sort of crouching and mirroring the monkey’s body language. I just love the parallel

The way the monkey flinched from her when she went to touch him omg :( No dæmon should be THIS afraid of their person (or at all?!?!)

Honestly, I find this series’ portrayal of Marisa fascinating tbh

“We have to do whatever it takes to keep her safe” - Umm, like maybe drugging her and hiding her in a cave for months? 🤔

Also in case I didn’t say this before, the fact she has complete control of the Spectres is fucking scary and always has been from the very first time I read the books

Okay so Lee is fully aware that he’s going to die if he stays behind but he does it because he knows that it’s the best chance of making sure that Lyra ends up under the knife’s protection (because Jopari will find her). All Lee wants is for Lyra to be safe and that hurts my heart so much, he loves this child so much :’(

“I love that little girl like a daughter” - LEE STOP MY HEART IS ALREADY BREAKING AS IT IS

NO NO NO NO I AM NOT AND NEVER WILL BE READY

Oh hey Red PAN-da (sorry I know I keep repeating that joke but honestly LOOK AT HIM)

“Once I change, you’ll stop changing” - OH SHIT. So we’re having THAT conversation then

“What do you think you’ll be?” “A flea I hope” - LMFAO I LOVE IT

“Is it Will that’s changing you?” “I think” - FORESHADOWING FOR AMBER SPYGLASS ANYONE?!

All the meanwhile, while Lee is dying and shit is going down, Ms Mary Malone is just chilling in a cave on a mountain by a waterfall, just reading

I literally struggled to watch Lee’s final scenes. I literally didn’t want to watch it because I cried reading it in the book, and I knew I’d be the same here

The fact that Lee HATES taking away people’s lives but he says “it’s theirs or Lyra’s”... I love him. He loves her so much.

“Think about anything, think about bacon!” - LMFAO I LOVE YOU HESTER YOU ABSOLUTE GEM

THE BULLET CLIPPED HIS SCALP AND I HAD A HEART ATTACK

“This is my fault, isn’t it?” - NO HESTER NO DON’T YOU DARE BLAME YOURSELF DARLIN’, YOU ARE THE BEST AND WE LOVE YOU AND LEE LOVES YOU

I do this everytime I read the book and I did here even though I know what happens, but I was praying mentally that maybe Serafina would reach Lee in time... just maybe...

I’m really sitting here crying over Hester and Lee on a Sunday night, love that for me

Hester limping :(

“Don’t you go before I do” - FUCK YOU BBC AND PHILIP I’M SOBBING MY EYES OUT

“Oh how far we flew” - STOP IT. STOP IT RIGHT FUCKING NOW I SWEAR-

I literally yelled and cried out “NOOO” when Hester faded away and Lee died. I am so upset even though I KNEW it was coming. I am literally not okay.

Oh god no Will, now is not the time to be walking away from Lyra and that witch

Also why is that witch asleep on guard?? Come on, love, do better, it’s not like these are the two most important children in all the universes....

To be fair to Marisa, I’d feel pretty invincible if I were climbing up a mountain while the Spectres were guarding me/on my side

WILL AND JOHN FINALLY MET AHHHH

“I was told I’d find my father here” - YEAH AND THAT’S HIM WILL ASDFGHJKL;

I’m low-key disappointed that there’s no brawl between Will and Jopari here. Like they instantly recognize each other and... hmm. I know there has to be changes but still.

“Your mother, Will, where is she?” - Awww. John really didn’t stop loving her :’)

“My son... is the Knife Bearer” - oooooohhhhhhh

“You have a dæmon” - that’s right, Will. Don’t worry, you’ll get one next season

The way I audible went “oh shIT” when Mrs Coulter found Lyra fast asleep. Like I said, I knew what was going to happen but STILL

I’m not really surprised that those Spectres killed the witch who was supposed to be guarding Lyra and Will tbh like that’s what happens when only ONE witch guards two teenagers and that witch falls asleep

The way that Lyra panicked when she woke up and saw her mother stroking her cheek omg

Off topic but I’ve only just realized that Jopari has a fucking man-bun LMFAO OKAY

The fact that Jopari tried to get back to Will and Elaine but couldn’t will always hurt me

“And you chose these people over your family?” - I MEAN-

“I’ve thought about you every day.” - Awww

So John tells Will that he has to go to Asriel and bring him the knife, and he tells him all about the war that’s coming and I have LITERAL chills because I’m so ready

“And then we go home?” “... And then we go home.” - RIP MY HEART OUT, IT WOULD HURT LESS

“I’m not strong enough” - yes you are, Will! I promise you, you are! And Jopari says, “Both of us were brought here” - exactly! You were brought there for a reason by fate or whatever you want to call it!

“Your duty was to be my father” - WILL REALLY CAME FOR HIS DAD LIKE THAT I GUESS

“Look what you’ve become without me” - Oh my god, just when I thought I wasn’t going to cry again

JOPARI HUGGING WILL, SEEING THE SOLDIER AIMING, AND THEN PUTTING HIMSELF BETWEEN THEM SO HE TOOK THE BULLET INSTEAD OF WILL ASDFGHJKL;

So in the book, Jopari is killed by a scorned witch who had once asked him to be her lover, but he had turned her down (because of Elaine and Will obviously), and she kills Jopari in front of Will and then he kills her (I think?). But here it’s just a soldier leftover from the Lee vs Magisterium fight, so... yeah. Kind of a little peeved about the change personally but whatever I guess.

“The night is full of angels, they will guide you now” - AHHHHH

Also, might just be me, but maybe that line would have been slightly more impactful if the scene had taken place at night

This show really said “fuck healthy parental figures” I guess

Except Will’s mum, she’s the best and if anything were to happen to her we’d all riot

SAYAN KÖTÖR FADING AWAY NOOOO I HATE SEEING DÆMONS DIE

Okay, last little gripe, but I just wanted to say that in the book, Will doesn’t realize it’s his dad until literally the last second before his dad dies - like they both realize and then BAM, Jopari is killed. And while I do love the father-son reunion, I am kind of annoyed by the change because it was such a huge punch in the gut in the book that Will searches for so long for his dad, only to lose him the second he finds him.

Serafina finding Lee’s body and kissing his forehead was yet another punch in the gut, thanks Pullman/BBC/BadWolf

The fact that Will had to bury his dad :(

Also, WILL WEARING JOPARI’S JACKET OH MY GOD MY HEART

Oof that shot of his amputated fingers...

So the narration, when it started I thought it was Jopari at first, like from one of his letters... but then as it continued, I went “hang on”, and then I said outloud “wait, is that ASRIEL?!”

DID MARISA REALLY PUT LYRA IN A FUCKING TRUNK?!? BITCH ARE YOU OKAY?!?

Will putting his hood up like his dad did just hits differently

Okay so um ASRIEL HI I WASN’T EXPECTING TO SEE YOU THIS SEASON OH MY GOD THE SCREAM I LET OUT

HIS MONOLOGUE BY THE WAY IS FUCKING ART AND A MASTERPIECE BUT I WAS TOO BUSY CRYING OVER JAMES MCAVOY TO WRITE THE WHOLE MONOLOGUE DOWN

Oh, hi Stelmaria!

It always makes me scream that this man is not only Lord Asriel now but he’s also fucking Mr Tumnus and MOTHERFUCKING BILL DENBROUGH LIKE HOW IS THIS MAN INVOLVED IN SO MANY OF MY FANDOMS?!?

ANGELS ANGELS OH MY FUCKING GOD-

“We stand with you, Asriel Belacqua” - AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

“Let us prepare for war” - FUUUUUUUUCK

(I was deadly serious when I said this was just me screaming and crying by the way)

I’m still reeling over the fact that Marisa put her daughter in a fucking trunk. Like I get you can’t exactly carry a drugged child about in the open but Jesus Christ, love, really?!?

Also Ruth Wilson / Marisa Coulter in a headscarf? *chef kiss*

The way that the screen went to black as she put the lid on the trunk down - SHIT OH SHIT GOOSEBUMPS

THE CREDIT SONG IS SO BEAUTIFUL BECAUSE IT HAS FUCKING ANGELS NOW I’M-

I WASN’T EXPECTING THE POST CREDITS SCENE OH MY GOD

ROGER?! ROGER! IT’S ROGER I’M NOT OKAY-

BBC YOU CANNOT JUST DROP THAT ON US LIKE THAT FUCK-

“What is this place?” - I’M SCREAMING SO LOUD I CAN’T HOLD IT IN

For anyone unaware, the reason I’m screaming so loud over the post-credits scene is because in TAS, while Lyra is drugged and in a groggy sleep, she has these visions of Roger talking to her from the Land of the Dead, which then later leads to her and Will actually GOING to the Land of the Dead and... well, the rest is even HUGER spoilers but YEAH I’M NOT OKAY.

Honestly, I’m just so happy and emotional because I’ve been waiting over a decade for a decent adaptation of not only NL but for TSK and TAS too, and we’re 2/3 there now. Just one more book/series to go... I wish we could have it now. I really hope that filming for the final one starts ASAP because if we have to wait two years just to see the conclusion to this series, I might cry.

This series is so amazing, and this season especially has been so incredible to watch. It’s been the highlight of my week for seven weeks, and I have no idea what I’ll do with my Sundays now that it’s over. I’ve asked for the DVD for S2 for my birthday already (since it comes out 29th December and my birthday is 13th January... just saying), and words can’t describe how much I do love this series. I know it sounds hollow since I say it about so many things I’m into, but this was such a huge part of my childhood and it’s one of my favourite fantasy series of all time. It’s truly one of the most incredible pieces of literature and now it’s making for incredible television... I love it so much.

#hdm #his dark materials #lyra belacqua #lyra silvertongue #marisa coulter #will parry #lee scoresby #hester #pantalaimon #jopari #john parry #lord asriel #serafina pekkala

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yanderecandystore · 3 years

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Poly imposters with preggers darling and birth, please.

Hmmmmm you mean- The birth scene? Cause I'm not really up to make it fully detailed so I'll make it really vaguely boo.

TW/Tags: PREGANANANT- // yes, it was necessary for me to make that joke- // pregnant reader // poly relationship (not a healthy relationship/interpretation of poly relationship) // if you aren't following the saga that is this I swear- XD I'm joking but seriously go take a look: [🔪🌱🧃] // forced relationship (and mentions of dubcon and unwanted pregnancy, please read with conxioun) // depressed reader // buddy is missing // delusional thinking and stuff and it's kinda heavy stuff although written really vaguely

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Family [Yandere!Among Us x Reader - Headcanon]:

Let's say that this is a low-key continuation of the [nsfw ish request], if you don't want to read it, the resume is that: Buddy, your space doggie, has went missing for a good time now and two of your crewmates that always made advances towards you decided to take the opportunity to integrate themselves into your life, and when you were almost considering joining them they showed you that not only are they the ones killing your entire crew but that their love for you was a lot more twisted than you thought.

You thought you would be able to save your crewmates by exposing the truth yet when you got the chance to see the rest of the ship away from them, away from their grasp- Only to find that everyone was already gone, dead, eaten.

Although you tried to find your way through the ship to get as far as you could from them, the ship was only so big. You were bound to be hunted down by them time and time again. To be honest, the worst punishment was being left alone, since this sick family was literally all you had at the moment.

The worst part was that you started to succumb to them and their twisted ideas of the perfect family, one that can grow and expand no matter at what cost. A family composed of two and a half killing machines and a pathetic excuse of a person that couldn't save their dog, their crew or even themselves.

As time went on you did notice the difference, although you prefered to act like it wasn't there at all. You noticed the growth on your abdomen, you felt the kick and heartbeats of someone else, yet nothing stopped you from feeding yourself lies instead of accepting the truth. There was a child growing inside you, a child that would be born to be part of this twisted happy family.

Arguably the thing you felt the most was resentment to the ones that had impregnated you, but you also hated yourself for just- Tolerating them. Each day that passes you feel like you are almost teaching yourself how to accept this situation and be happy with your children and your "loving partners".

They were so happy to know you were pregnant, and although this seemed like a dream come true, the closer you reached the day to bring their new beautiful child the more you closed yourself from them, becoming bitter yet silent.

Every aspect of what they loved about you seemed to have been washed away by this new person that you created to protect the former. You hated yourself because of them, and because of that they started to hate themselves.

There was nothing they could do to make you happier, all they could do is give you support and try to make amends to you, even if you really, really hate them.

They promise they'll keep you and the child safe and well taken care off, you'll see!

You'll see how much they care for you and their family as a whole. You just need to watch the nest and nurture the youngest while they take care of feeding and fixing the ship so you can all go to a more peaceful place, doesn't that sound lovely?

There is nothing that hurt them more than seeing you're so hurt and broken due to something they did, something they thought it would bring joy to you all, you know?

You're a beautiful nother darling, and your child is just as beautiful as you are. Two fragile little things that bring Red and Black so much joy.

Although things are not the best at the moment, with you being a depressed mother and then not knowing how to fix this, they're still determined to try and bring back that one joyful person they fell in love with.

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#yandere #sheep stuff #sheep's stuff #yandere x reader #yandere headcanon #yandere among us #yandere among us headcanon #yandere among us x reader #poly yandere #yandere poly #special delivery headcanons #special delivery request

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Not Me: Chapter 2: Domestic Bliss

Summary: You throw a party at your house, and while on the outside you look like the perfect couple, the reality is quite different. Especially after you learn about another shocking truth. But Bucky seems to be shocked as well.

Warnings: angst, pretending, infidelity, hint of jealousy, swearing, betrayal, weight loss

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x wife!Reader

Word Count: 2555

A/N: I promise, all will be explained in a short time. What did we all think? Bucky is an ass, that’s for sure, but maybe there’s something behind his behaviour… who knows? XD FEEDBACK is gold, so please, let me know if you like it, or what was your favourite part :) xx

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You looked at yourself in the mirror and sighed. Where there used to be a happy, confident woman, was now standing an unsure being without shape or form. You always loved the way your boobs looked, having been one of the lucky girls to have their breasts just the right size and shape without undergoing surgery. But since you lost more than 20 pounds over the last year, your boobs all but disappeared.

So did the glow your skin used to have once. You were dull now, and if it weren’t for your hairdresser who tried to keep your hair shiny and healthy-looking, you bet you would like a walking dead. But no matter how much weight you lost, James didn’t seem to care.

It was pathetic to even try in the first place, because he would always mumble something like you’re not gonna get me, and would walk away, leaving you confused and hurt. You thought that maybe he thought you weren’t representative enough for him, so you tried to lose weight. But nothing happened because you were just the right amount of weight.

It came only with the constant heartbreak that you finally lost your appetite, and the pounds started to disappear from the scale.

You shrugged in the mirror and applied another layer of red lipstick to your lips and plastered a fake smile on your face. This would be a long night, you thought to yourself, as you descended the stairs leading to your formal room, aka the torture room, as you liked to call it.

It was there that most of the parties and meeting happened, and because it was your turn to host one of the Y/L/N family parties, you couldn’t even protest. Your whole family would be there, and so was James’.

After what your father told you that day, and the way he’s been acting towards you ever since then, you weren’t looking forward to seeing him. Nevertheless, you couldn’t wait to see two of your three brothers. Not that you wouldn’t see them almost every month, it being your only outlet and your flight towards safety, but their faces and goofy acts always made you smile.

When you saw your oldest brother, Max, you actually smiled at him, and you had to tell yourself not to rush too fast towards him, because it would actually look like you weren’t happy in your current position. The hostess of the party. Ugh!

You made sure that the caterers brought everything they should and that your home decorator came soon in the morning to put things in their places, but other than that, you couldn’t care less. It was just for a show, just like every other aspect of your life, apparently.

Max waved at you, and you came close enough to squeeze his hand affectionately. He looked you up and down and frowned, but didn’t say anything, being the polite one of the four of you. You wanted to say something, but then you felt somebody hauling you up from your feet and you screamed, not being able to contain yourself.

When you heard a huron laugh from behind you, you let out a chuckle and tapped his hand, signalling that he should let you down. It was the other brother, two years older than you, Thomas.

While Max was a cardio surgeon, Thomas was in the Army. He only recently got sent home from Afghanistan, and you couldn’t get enough of him, missing him like crazy over the past 7 months while he was on a mission.

“I swear to God, you’re lighter and lighter every time I see you, cheerio! You’re almost translucent, what the fuck is going on, huh?”

You just shook your head and put your fake smile on to calm him down so that he wouldn’t make a scene. Your father and James would eat you alive if somebody caused a scene and you wouldn’t be able to shush them appropriately.

“It’s this new diet I’m on, Tom! I thought I looked marvellous so thank you for bursting my little bubble,” you said playfully, hoping that neither of your brothers would see through you. But who were you kidding? You grew up with them, and you were their little sister, of course, they wouldn’t trust you just like that.

They both exchanged looks that said, right but didn’t press the matter for which you were extremely thankful. You looked around the room to see where your husband was, trying to keep up the appearances at least for a while, but you couldn’t find him anywhere. You shrugged and hoped he’d come as soon as possible, because you could see your father’s prying eyes on you, and you didn’t want to give him another reason to scold you.

To get your mind off of things, you looked for your nieces and nephews, Max’s children, so that nobody would ask you unnecessary questions and you could enjoy some time with your family before you had to go and speak with your father. You couldn’t find your mom anywhere, and you could bet she was outside having a cigarette, or 10. It was her outlet in this crazy world, and although you used to give her lectures, you totally got why she started this horrible habit. It even crossed your own mind a few times.

The little ones were having fun on the veranda, and after you greeted their mother, Felicia, you sat on your heels to let the little ones tell you all they needed.

“And auntie Y/N, why is grass green?” “Y/N, I have a boyfriend, his name is Joshua!”

You listened to the 4-year old asking question over his sister’s telling you about her kindergarten’s love, and you smiled to yourself. You loved the two of them, just as much as you loved the two babes in Felicia’s arms. One-year-old twins. Four children were apparently a lot to take in and to take care of, but Felicia was a pro, and you admired her for her patience with your brother because he sometimes acted worse than those kids.

“Shouldn’t you be in there, entertaining your guests with your husband?” You heard your father’s stern voice from behind you, and the hair on your neck stood up. You clenched your jaw, gave Felicia an apologetic smile and went back inside, without as much as looking at your father.

He didn’t like that too much, so he grabbed you by your upper arm, squeezing so much you could feel the blood draining from the limb.

“Don’t you give me this treatment, young lady. How about you put a smile on that pretty face of yours and stop being so sour, huh? Wouldn’t kill you to be pleasant for a day!”

You blinked away the tears welling in your eyes, nodded absentmindedly, which made him release your arm. You looked around the room once more, looking for James, when you saw him leaving one of the guest rooms on the floor ground. You sighed and put on a smile, which fell as soon as you saw another person leaving the room behind James. Her red hair seemed to be the only thing you saw, and you had to try really hard not to vomit at the sight.

It was one of your bridesmaids and great friends (sure), Natasha. They both looked like they either went through a tornado or they fucked each other’s souls out, and your heart fell.

Not only was he making your life a living hell, but he also fucked one of your friends? That was just perfect. You knew that if you saw him, you weren’t the only one, and sure enough, your father made his presence known again

“You can’t even keep a man? Pf, I thought at least that pussy of yours was for something, but I guess I was wrong,” he said mockingly and left you standing there, feeling like you stood under a cold shower.

James turned around the room, greeted a few people he missed due to his escapades before his eyes landed on you. You wanted to yell at him, wanted to throw stuff at him for doing this to you. Why he married you in the first place, you didn’t understand. You didn’t give him even a small smile as you walked towards him, and, for a second, he looked like a deer caught in headlights. That soon passed, and his typical scowl replaced the shock on his face.

When you reached him, and he snaked his arm your waist (which cause you to shudder in disgust, to be quite frank), you leaned in, and with a smile for the other guests of the party, you whispered to his ear,

“You could have at least each left the room in a different time. And you could have made sure you didn’t look like you just fucked one of my best friends, but maybe that’s just me, dear,” you hissed the last part of the sentence as you looked deep into his eyes and without as much as another thought left him standing there, and went to your brothers again.

Not that you wanted to talk to them about it, but you saw the looks on their faces, and you knew they saw the whole thing, from Bucky leaving the room with Natasha to you talking to him. And the looks on their faces were very close to two people ready to murder somebody, so you tried to go and calm them both down. You were just lucky your twin, Adam, wasn’t there, because he would definitely have already acted. And it wouldn’t be nice considering he was an MMA fighter.

“Is he fucking kidding me? I’m going to kill him, Y/N. Like seriously, it will take me one good measured punch, and he’s down,” Tom said, seething, and you patted his shoulder, keeping your fake smile on your lips.

“Don’t. Please, Tom, Max. Suits me for thinking he could actually love me. Let’s just forget about it and act as if nothing happened, can we?”

“Is that the reason you looked the way you do? For fuck’s sake, Y/N. That idiot’s been killing you for over a year, and now he’ll sleep with your friend, to top it all? Has he been beating you too? That why you have the forming bruise on your arm?” Max asked, his temper showing as well.

You looked down to your bare arm and saw that Max was right indeed. There was a bruise already kind of blue from where your father grabbed you minutes ago.

“It’s not like that, I promise. James hasn’t laid his arms on me, I swear. It’s from a pleasant conversation I had with dad a while ago,” you added, knowing that there was nothing your brothers could do about your despotic father.

They were both red from anger, and you didn’t blame them. If somebody treated your brothers the way James treated you, you’d probably tear them to pieces. Or, at least, the old you would. You didn’t know yourself anymore. This meek wife, trying to do as her father and her husband tell her. You were disgusted by yourself but couldn’t see a way out.

Somebody touched your arm, and from the surprised looks on your brothers’ faces, you knew exactly who it was. The fucking audacity of that woman.

“Natasha, to what do I owe the pleasure?” You asked her, so mockingly, you were actually surprised at yourself.

She looked taken aback, but she still laughed freely.

“What? Can’t I come and as hi to my dear friend?”

It was your turn to laugh in her face.

“Aaah. So I guess that’s what you’ve been doing in one of my guest rooms with my husband, then? Saying hi to him? You guys have some special secret handshake? Or did you fuck him after you exchanged pleasantries?”

She looked terrified, and before you could say more, or before she could start stuttering some lame excuse, you felt a hand on your hip, and from the unpleasant reaction of your body, you knew it was your husband. This was hilarious. His wife and mistress talking, and he just casually strode in.

“May I speak with you, Y/N?” James hissed into your ear, and you stabbed Natasha one last time with your eyes before you let James pull you away from the party into the kitchen.

You couldn’t even look at him, you thought you’d vomit if you did.

“What the fuck is your problem, huh? You’ve got everything you wanted, the house, the marriage, the prestige, everything. What more do you want from me?” He said, raising his voice, and you finally turned around to face him, your brows furrowed in disbelief.

“What? What are you talking about, James? You think I asked for any of this? For the hell my life is right now? Oh so great, I’m married to one of the sexiest CEO on the planet, good for me. But guess, what. I never asked for any of this. All I wanted was to take over the publishing part of the company, live in my little apartment, and maybe, maybe fall in love one day with a nice guy who would treat me right.

Did I think it could be you, for a while? Sure, but don’t worry. I don’t anymore. You asked me to marry you. I don’t know what you’re playing at, but at least I try to make this marriage work and don’t go fucking your best friends behind your back. But I guess I ask too much of you, don’t I? Well, excuse me, your excellence. I did everything you told me to. I stopped speaking up, I started cooking like crazy, wearing make-up all the damn time, wearing clothes like I was part of the Gossip Girl extras, just because you told me to. But I will never be good enough for you, will I? I don’t know what you want from me, James, I really don’t, but if we don’t go back to the party now, people will start asking questions we don’t have answers to,” you said, fighting the tears threatening to leave your eyes.

Bucky was watching your, his expression somewhere between surprise and anger. He looked at you, obviously wanting to continue fighting with you before something caught his attention.

“What the fuck is that on your arm?”

You scoffed and walked around him to leave the kitchen.

“Oh, now you care? Please, give me a break. I don’t know what your motives were to marry me if you wanted the whole company to yourself and had a deal with my father or something, but please, stop acting like you are the worried husband, ok? Let’s just get this party over with, and then you won’t have to look at me for weeks, just the way you like it,” you said with a fake smile (Bucky knew that much, that was definitely not a real smile of yours), and left the kitchen, not caring if he followed you or not.

He just stood there, confused and with more questions than with how many he initially came into the kitchen.

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His Wife

Bruce Wayne x Wife Reader

Description: Bruce Wayne is attending a charity ball. But recently the famous Wayne couple had a fight. Having not seen her for over twenty-four hours, he is missing her terribly.

Warning(s): Some suggested themes, one swear word *shrugs* honestly I don’t remember, I wrote this at one in the morning so I know this is crap XD

Type: Fluff, little bit of angst (nothing really overly depressing), just some sadness

Words: 2,001 words

A/N: PLEASE! I did this at 1am in the morning and I got it started nice but I am sorry I ended it badly. Please enjoy! I take requests!

Not my gif! Credit to creator.

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Dull conversation, open bar, heavily intoxicated females, rich men, and… no wife. No beautiful wife to carry the conversation flowing with rude rich men, holding on his arm, keeping him away from all the alcohol. Where can she be?

Y/N Wayne. The love of Bruce Wayne’s life. The mother to their children. Beautiful, kind, selfless, stubborn, and his rock. Since being married for twenty-seven years, you need them every moment and feel lost without them. Twenty-seven beautiful, long years with his perfect Y/N. But Bruce’s beautiful Y/N is not here because of a stupid fight.

Flashback

“Bruce you can’t keep doing this!”

“This is what you signed up when you married me Y/N! What do you expect?”

“I expect my husband to listen to his wife when she says he has been overworking for three straight days and needs to get some rest!”

Bruce drags his large gloved hand down his drained face. They have been having this fight for the past hour and have not gotten anywhere. Y/N can tell all of this stress of another mission involving Poison Ivy has taken a toll on his body. Shoulders heavy, dark circles under his blue eyes, hair in a mess, and his suit still on for the last three days. He looked horrible. Bruce rests against the bat computer, ready for sleep but still refusing. Y/N stepped closer to her husband, crouching down, taking his gloved hand.

“Bruce…” Y/N starts softly refusing to burst into tears at her husband’s state. “You need to sleep, eat, and take your mind of this case for just a couple hours.”

It was hard for Bruce to resist his wife’s pleading when all he wanted to do was go to bed and cuddle with his wife, and forget about the case and the world. Y/N and Bruce both suffered from the lack of affection between the couple. But Bruce refused her request (which was more of a demand). Removing their intertwined hands, Bruce moved towards the bat computer to continue his work.

“Y/N, I can not do that.” Y/N’s face fell at those words, fighting back the sob that threatened to breakthrough. “This mission is too important, I will sleep later. I can not spare a couple of hours to just be with you because you feel lonely.”

Now those words stung. Bruce hears retreating steps out of the cave, while sobs follow. He knew he messed up, but he has no time to take back his words and apologize. He needs to keep working.

Even when he would rather console his crying wife and ask forgiveness.

But the mission is more important. There is no time for missing any detail.

Not even for his wife.

End of Flashback

Bruce drowns another champaign glass wishing for whiskey but knows that would upset Y/N. She never did like him drinking, since she doesn’t drink herself. And he wanted something more than alcohol could ever give him.

I shouldn’t have said that to her.

Yet he couldn’t. He hasn’t spoken to Y/N since last night, close to twenty-four hours without seeing his gorgeous wife. Ever since the happy couple got married Bruce has never stopped calling Y/N his wife, and he never will. At the beginning of their marriage of Bruce only ever calling Y/N his wife, they had a disagreement. More of a misunderstanding. Y/N had a trouble with the word wife. True she found it endearing, but she felt like an object. Her father only ever referred to Y/N’s mother as his wife, and that was possessive. With an abusive and manipulative father who only ever called Y/N’s mother wife, and her his daughter and never her name; you learn that is the only way that word can be expressed as.

During the first upbringing of this topic, Bruce made it very clear to Y/N, he only calls her his wife in an endearing way; nothing more. Over time, Y/N got used to it, and since then Bruce constantly reminds her that she is her own person and he just can’t believe she agreed to marry him.

Lost in thought, Bruce does not hear his eldest son approach him. Dick sighed loudly enough to drag his father from his thoughts about his wife.

“Will Mom be joining us shortly?”

And with that question the doors open to flashes of cameras and shouts from the paparazzi.

“Mrs. Wayne! Mrs. Wayne! Look over here! Mrs. Wayne!”

And that is when she entered.

Long blue silks billowed behind Y/N as she walked into the crowd. Navy blue fabric was wrapped up in a criss-cross pattern across her waist, hugging tightly to her curves. The navy blue dress fell to the floor to reveal navy blue heels. Hair pinned tightly up with diamond accessories with a diamond earring and necklace matching set. A delicate smoky eye made Y/N’s E/C pop complimented nicely with a nude lip.

Y/N was always confident and when she became the wife to the famous Bruce Wayne, she needed all the confidence she could muster. For the past twenty-four hours, Y/N has been crying and eating her feelings. But no one would ever tell that the famous couple was fighting from the way Mrs. Wayne looked.

Y/N strutted around the room, greeting many guests, shaking hands, and lastly meeting her husband. Knowing she had to keep up with appearances and being really tired of being sad and angry at her husband, Y/N finally approached him. Greeting her husband with a kiss long enough to be polite in public.

During the kiss, Bruce could tell his wife was still upset with him. As Bruce was about to talk with Y/N, she had already moved on to her children.

“Dickie! How are you? Don’t you look dashing.” A wide smile graced Y/N’s lips as she began to talk with her eldest son. “You have been gone for far too long. I miss my baby boy.”

“Mom you still have Tim and Damian home with you.” Kissing her son’s cheek, she pouts at his statement. Pointing a stern finger at him, going on about how she wants him to visit her, and not to be a stranger.

The mother and son duo laughed together, soon accompanied by the rest of the Wayne children. While the conversation continued between a mother and her sons, a certain husband felt alone. Bruce was awestruck by how his wife entered the ball, yet still knowing she was still sad at him underneath all of her glow and charm.

I did that. She’s still sad because of me.

While Bruce was beating himself in his mind on how he messed up horribly with his wife, his sons were trying to get his mother to talk with their father.

“Ma, he knows he messed up. Be the bigger person like you always tell me to be. Go and talk to him.” Jason pleaded with his mother.

Y/N just rolled her eyes at him. “Jason you never choose that way when I tell you to.”

The youngest bat brothers snickered earning an elbow to the ribs from Jason. Glaring at Jason, Y/N continues. “I know I should talk to him. But me talking to him has not made a difference for the past three days.”

“Umi, but maybe it will work now. If you just speak to father—”

“No Damian.” Y/N shakes her head. “Three days I have been trying to get that man to come to bed and eat some food. But all I get in return is that the case is more important than taking care of his body. A case is more important than realizing that it is draining him and he needs to rest his body. A case is more important than his wife.”

During the middle of Y/N’s argument, her husband stands behind his frustrated wife.

“And when that said wife tries to reason with that man and be a caring, supportive wife, she gets shut down. Gets accused of being lonely and should not be asking for her husband’s company to take care of himself. Yes, I am not going to deny… I have been lonely. I am an attention seeker of your father’s. But I want him to take care of himself. Having no time for his wife and yet appears for a charity ball. I know what I was going into with your father but he also knew what he was getting into with me when he married me. He needs to grow up. I may be wanting your father’s attention a lot but he needs to grow up and stop begging for mine to drag him into bed.”

As Y/N ends her little statement, still not noticing her handsome husband behind her. Y/N throws her hands up in the air in frustration as she can only think about how Bruce the night before.

“Honestly, your father is a baby. Bruce Wayne is a baby.” Y/N ends with. Laughter fills the tiny circle of her sons by their mother’s statement, Y/N soon joining in. A deep chuckle ripples through Bruce’s chest behind Y/N and she freezes.

Oh crap!

Slowly spinning around, a blushing Y/N turns to face her extremely attractive husband. A smug expression fills Bruce’s features as his wife pouts. Crossing her arms, Y/N reaches a hand up to his face as her eyes bore into his. Pulling Bruce’s face towards hers so their foreheads could touch. No words are said out loud to express the apology between the couple. Twenty-seven years, there was no need for words. Bruce tilts his lips down pressing softly to convey all the love he had for her. Y/N kissed just as lovingly. The moment ended too quickly to a fighting beginning to construct behind the couple.

“I told you they would make up here before 11:30 pm!”

“No way Grayson! Kissing does not equal them making up!”

“Yes, it does Todd!”

“I presume you need to pay up Todd to Grayson and me.”

“HELL NO DEMON!”

“Jason! Do not call Damian a demon.”

“Sorry, Ma.”

“Pay up Todd!”

“I think the fu—”

“Jason you know how mom feels about you swearing.”

As more of the fighting continued, as the parents rolled their eyes ignoring their sons continuing their beautiful moment together.

Bruce looked deeply into his wife’s eyes. “I truly am sorry for saying that, my love. I didn’t mean it and tonight and tomorrow morning, I’m all yours. Promise.”

Y/N giggled, “You sure you can spare that much time?”

“That will be plenty of time for what I have in store for you, Mrs. Wayne.” Y/N drags her hands down his chest to his muscular arms to give an appreciative squeeze to the flexed muscle.

“Oh my! And what would that be, Mr. Wayne?” Bruce’s hands gripped Y/N’s hips tightly, licking his lips thinking of his sweet wife trapped underneath his as he—

“Oh, gross mom! That is disgusting!”

“Get a room!”

“I know which wing I am going to stay out of tonight.”

“Ma, please stop.”

The couple ignores their annoying sons to start kissing passionately. Soon the gagging and comments get too much for Bruce. Sending his famous bat glare shuts up the interruption as he moves to kiss his wife again. Y/N giggles in the kiss as she feels Bruce dragging her to the entrance to the cars. The couple ready to escape and finally be alone together after Bruce’s reluctance, their fight, and now they are finally free.

“I love you, my husband.”

“I love you too, my wife.” Sealing their love in a kiss, Bruce snatches the keys getting to ravish his lovely wife.

It’s true.

Bruce Wayne loves his wife and she loves him too.

The End

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A/N: Thank you for reading! Please let me know what you think!

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love-and-anarchy-au · 3 years

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Love & Anarchy: Chapter 25

well well, here we are. one chapter behind from the last one of the season part. ace, i’m so emotional right now so i can’t say much (there’s many things going in my life as much as political as personal), however, this chapter does... calm me down (?) xd i swear this chapter was SO hard to write, as it is... heavy. there were many things going on in alec’s head and i had to portrait them all; i dont know if i did it well, so you’ll tell. warnings are down there, hope you have a nice wednesday; i’ll see you on 2021! <3

REMEMBER THIS AU HAPPENS IN THE SAME UNIVERSE THAT THIS ONE

Find out what this AU is about here

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WARNING: this chapter includes death, violence, murders and infanticide.

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Part 2: A teen named Ace Artino

17 years old Alec

Make it rain all the tears a prodigy ever cried...

A torrential rain lashed Gatlon, a rain so unusual for a city like this. While Gatlon City was a seaside city, and ninety percent of the time it was cloudy and humid, with its famous ‘friday showers’ (sudden rains that ruined weekend plans), it had never experienced a storm like that. Just going outside meant drowning because of the terrible and excessive amount of water that the sky was crying. Liters and liters in seconds, like jumping to the ground and swimming in a river (a very dirty one, by the way).

Just like he had asked Tempest.

A week had passed since Gatlon’s Bridge fell; a week that had been stretched like gum, to tell the truth. Alec and his Anarchists had already taken responsibility for such justified (and poetic; destroying bridges to recreate them) destruction by taking the highest-rated channel on public television and introducing themselves as the liberators of prodigies: the Anarchists. They had advocated for the rights of prodigies and for stopping the slaughter that happened every day, but since the warning, society had only become more hysterical and bloody. They were looking everywhere for Queen Bee, Tempest, Flower Power, but most of all, Ace Anarchy.

He was the one who had stood in front of the camera with his helmet covering his face and giving him an identity at the same time. He was the one who had exposed himself to all of Gatlon City, floating in the air as if he were the air itself, breaking a bridge like someone would crush a cookie until the only thing left were crumbs.

So he was constantly mentioned in the newspapers and on television; the government offered a reward of a million to whoever captured him, like an animal.

But no one knew his face, and he had been careful to wear gloves during the assault, like everyone else.

Also, the people who called him ‘Ace’ were either dead or had agreed to call him ‘Artino’ until they brought that society down once and for all.

That was the reason why it rained.

For the second phase of the plan.

Government.

Henry Bleach and him were sheltering in an alley near Mayor Robert Hayes’ mansion. They were soaked to the bone, but they were so angry, so indignant, so vengeful, that when the water touched them, it evaporated and returned to the sky. Alec’s fists were clenched like presses, and Henry was holding his jaw. They waited for Margot's signal to proceed, as she would tell them when the mansion's telephone line and power had been cut off.

Enjoy it, Ace.

I will.

Alec collected all the sadness he had been keeping to himself since he was five years old, and exchanged it for anger and revenge, like someone who exchanges a coin for a foreign one. He replayed Julieta’s death over and over again; how he had been unable to do anything, how they had not cared about murdering a human being at all. He also remembered Alexandra, her screams, the insults from the crowd, the lack of mercy. Blood, blood, no individual in society was innocent. Mercy, mercy, no citizen had any mercy.

He wouldn't have it either.

Lightning tore through the sky like an electric cobweb.

Henry groaned.

It was their signal to proceed.

They walked (swam) out of the alley, stepping in puddles so deep that their boots could have caught fish as they were filled with water. The street was deserted, like an ocean in the death of the night, and the lights were overshadowed by the amount of water. Henry and Alec headed towards the metal gate of the Victorian mansion. Alec could perceive cameras (metal, plastic, cables, glass, more cables) but his Anarchists had cut the power and the telephone lines, so before the power cut off, the cameras had been deactivated without calling the police, unlike what would’ve happened if they hadn’t planned or thought about it. Henry melted into lava; one second he was a human and in the next one, he was a red, black, orange, very dense liquid. He slipped under the bars, to reappear on the other side; he was so fast that there wasn’t a reaction when the cold water came into contact with the hot lava.

Alec smiled and opened the lock with his invisible hand. He followed Henry out onto the porch, where they took a deep breath and shook the water from their bones.

They looked into each other's eyes for a second and confirmed they were indeed going to do what they had planned to. There were no doubts in either eyes, so Alec opened the door again and they found themselves inside the huge mansion. They were in a hallway, from where they could see a larger room with marble stairs and another exit that led to the main dining room. Both Henry and him had memorized the map of the entire mansion.

They looked at each other once more.

Alec claimed the mayor.

Henry conceded that to him.

They went up to the second floor, being many times about to fall down the stairs, since water and marble were not a good combination if stepping firmly was what you were looking for. Upon arriving, they realized the second floor was just as pretentious, even in the dim light. There were gold mirrors and expensive pictures on the walls, the floor was so carefully polished you could see your reflection on it; only their shadows would be witnesses of what was meant to happen that night. There were ten rooms on this floor, but Alec and Henry were only interested in two, specifically.

And they were in front of them.

Alec gulped hard, bringing all of his anger up to his throat.

He closed his eyes.

He would have no mercy.

No. Mercy.

Kill them slowly, the voice in his head asked, and he thought it was more than fine, it was perfect.

They entered the mayor and his wife’s room without bothering about being silent; they didn't care about anything ever since they had destroyed Gatlon’s Bridge. It was too dark to see anything, but Alec knew where Robert Hayes and his wife were, covered in cotton and silk blankets. The Anarchist closed his eyes and, with his invisible hands, took the sheets, wrapped them around the monsters’ necks, and pulled like someone would pull a rope to strangle something, someone. If the two of them were sleeping so soundly that they couldn't hear their door slam open, the lack of air did wake them up. One second after that, they began searching for air like fishes out of the water; they squirmed, tried to say something, put their hands around their necks to unsuccessfully try to get rid of their murderers, but the sheets were tightening harder and harder...

Their necks snapped, their skull collided with their spine, and they died.

Just like that.

It had been so easy.

It had felt so good to experience power in his skin again.

Alec's lips trembled, trying to process all the fullness of using his powers as a demonstration that he was not weak, that he was not a rat, that he was much more than just a prodigy to free...

Suddenly, Henry pulled a knife out of his pocket and started stabbing Mayor Robert Hayes corpse’s chest, over and over. He was rampant, avenging the death of his little brother, who had been born with wings; that same brother who had been ordered to be executed by those who had sworn to protect lives instead of taking them. He had witnessed his death and had been unable to do anything at all...

Alec left that room, leaving Henry to free his monsters in peace. He had already locked his own and they were safely in a cage deep within his soul.

Two victims still remained.

Across the hall were his next crimes, so he went in that direction. His feet hit the marble and as they were wet, they generated sounds similar to those he had caused when Gatlon’s Bridge collapsed; splash, a family drowns in the river, splash, a prodigy lives one more day. They were necessary sacrifices, since you couldn't grow without letting go. With his thoughts, he was every step more certain of the atrocity he was about to commit.

Atrocity, no. Indispensable sacrifice, he corrected himself.

He nodded to himself, and opened the door with his mental hands.

The room was painted in pastel colors, vaguely distinguishable in the dark. There was a bed and a wooden cradle, with two children sleeping peacefully. Alec groped in his right pocket for the gun Margot had lent him (he didn't want to know where or how she got it); he wanted to commit these murders instantly, without turning, with one strike.

He gulped hard.

Think of Julieta.

He thought of Julieta, and he was corrupted with sadness. He instantly changed it for anger, in the blink of an eye. His knuckles tightened on the gun’s grip; he had never used one but knew how to use it thanks to Margot's explanation.

He did not think of Julieta's opinion of what he was about to do.

Oh God...

Think of Alexandra.

He thought of Alexandra, and this time he was already filled with fury directly. Heat rose through his fingers, ran through the bullets, his blood, his eyes...

He didn't think about what she had once said, on the river’s shore.

Violence makes more...

Think of James.

He thought of James and a groan escaped from his throat. He unhooked the gun, loaded it roughly, and took aim, not knowing what he was aiming at; he would deflect the bullet with his mind.

He thought about what James would say (and what his mind was saying), and it echoed back in his mind.

At all costs...

Pull the trigger, Ace.

He didn't doubt anymore.

He shot.

The bullet reached its destination by art of his powers: the temple of one of Robert Hayes’ sons.

The other woke up and tried to scream/cry/process what was happening, but Alec was faster and the next second he was dead. This time he did aim with the gun and not with his powers.

Two more sacrifices to the count.

They couldn't take the risk of letting the mayor's children live; they were innocent at the time, but until when? Also, if they lived, they might want revenge on Alec at some point in their lives and he couldn't risk that.

He had no regrets at all for what he had just done.

Every cause implies sacrifices...

His cause was not an exception to that rule; rather, it was the motto of their cause. He would make all the sacrifices that he had to make to set prodigies free.

At all costs...

Henry came into the room and shook his head. Alec nodded.

He left the bodies behind, and returned to the room of his third murder. He wrapped the bloody blankets around the container of who had been Robert Hayes, and made it levitate. He went down the stairs accompanied by a bleeding ghost and reached the corridor, where his friend even more covered in blood awaited them.

Henry smiled.

Alec did the same behind his helmet.

Phase two was not over yet.

They were all gathered in the Gatlon’s news building.

Carrie Harper, alias Flower Power, in a jean bodysuit, which had a flowered chest pocket, her hair tied in a loose ponytail, rubber boots covering her feet, and a white face mask covering her face.

Honey Harper, alias Queen Bee, in a yellow and black sequin dress, an anti-gravity hairstyle, and an impractical pair of heels.

Margot Climat, alias Tempest, was almost dressed as a pirate: beige pants to the height of her ribs, a white silk shirt, black leather buccaneers, a huge coat that could be buttoned up in a dress, her hair tied in a long, gray braid, and a wide-brimmed black hat.

Bruce Chapman, alias Atomic Brain, in his coat, white shirt, tie, office pants, lab goggles and his ash blonde guidy jaff.

Henry Bleach, alias Magma, with clothes dyed red, and hair billowing like raging flames.

Leroy Flinn, alias Cyanide, in his dirty robe, frayed jeans, and faded gray T-shirt.

And Alec James Artino, alias Ace Anarchy, in his black and gold uniform, with a long black robe on top, like a cape, and his gold helmet like a crown.

They were all ready to spread panic, once and for all and forever.

“Is the camera ready?” Alec asked.

Leroy nodded.

Because that's why they were there for: to publicly announce the murder of Mayor Robert Hayes, take responsibility for it, and finally start the anarchy that this world needed once and for all.

“Let's do this,” Honey said, applying a little honey to her lips.

The camera was ready. Alec touched ‘play’ with his invisible hands.

A red light came on and the screens in front of them dimmed as they were in the dark.

Alec leaned out, his golden helmet covering his face.

“Good night, citizens of Gatlon. We hope you’re having a pleasant evening, just like us. In fact, we are having the best evening of our lives, an historical evening.”

He paused and Margot showed herself, covered by her dark hat.

“We hope you understand our decisions tonight, and also that you can appreciate what we are doing (and what we’ll do) for you, only for you.”

Carrie stepped into the light, her eyes gleaming from the spotlight.

“We are talking to you, prodigies.”

Honey and her sticky smile were visible for the camera.

“Poor us! All of our lives living in the shadows, being burnt on the streets, being murdered with no shame,” Honey pretended to wipe away a tear, and frowned, looking at the camera. “Not. Anymore.”

Henry continued the speech, now directed at non-prodigies.

“We are prodigies, not rats, damn. We are humans, like you are. Then why do you keep treating us the way you do?”

Bruce, with a sad but stern expression, demanded:

“We demand rights for every prodigy. Justice. Equality. Freedom.”

Alec spoke again.

“You must know us as ‘the monsters that destroyed Gatlon’s Bridge’. In comparison to what we have done, to what we’ll do, that was just a warning, a tiny spark. For every prodigy you kill, for every prodigy you mistreat, we'll do the same with you. We warned you and you didn’t listen.”

Alec brought the chair where the dead mayor was sitting to light.

“May I introduce you to consequences.”

The corpse of the mayor was shown before the cameras, giving a terrifying spectacle. His mouth ajar, his gaze lost, his chest full of blood, his skull hanging like a puppet without a puppeteer.

“We will do this as many times as we have to, until us prodigies have the rights we deserve.”

Leroy showed himself, finally.

“Prodigy for non prodigy, as many times as we need to.”

They paused.

“I’m Cyanide, and I’m your poison.”

“I’m Magma, and you won’t catch me.”

“I'm Atomic Brain; I’ll destroy to create.”

“I'm Tempest, and I hope you drown in my rains.”

“I’m Flower Power, don't underestimate me for my name.”

“I'm Queen Bee, the greatest queen ever seen by you.”

“I'm Ace Anarchy, ready to leave only chaos and destruction behind my step.”

“We are the Anarchists,” they chorused.

Alec looked at the camera, though it couldn't see his eyes.

“Join us in this revolt. Rebel against the one that pushed you. Break everything you have to break to be heard, to be seen. Burn what burned you, to ashes.”

“Welcome to the Age of Anarchy.”

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imastrangeone98 · 4 years

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A Gentle Touch

(A/N: behold! my first one shot! :D there may be more, there may be less. this is my first time writing for the mandalorian (Star Wars in general) and I haven’t thought about a full fledged story... yet. also I'm still working on my dmc story that no one reads sob and my bnha storyline is coming together. after I publish chapter 12 for lost and found Ill get to work on the first chapter)

(ps this is also my first time writing smut. I was dared to by a friend. this is for you [you know who you are ;)]

WARNING: (probably) unrealistic sex. also (definitely) unsafe sex. (I never had sex before, but you should probably use a condom- that’s important. safe, sane and consensual amirite?) and highly unrealistic description of spaceships and lack of Star Wars knowledge

and the oc I created (I got it off a Star Wars name generator XD) is kyla baize. maybe I’ll make a thing for her after I come up with a story to use her in. and for the purpose of this story, I’ll assume that mando’s age is around his late 30s- he and kyla met around their late teens. and this probably takes place post-ep8

Din Djarin knew very well of the life he would live the second he swore The Creed. It would be one of solitude, and silence, and the cold beskar that covered him head to toe. In all honesty, he was comfortable with it...

...For the most part.

But as he sat in his seat at the cockpit, watching his medic fuss over the Child with a sweet smile on her face, he couldn’t help but wonder if The Creed was truly worth upholding.

“There, there, little one,” Kyla cooed, her smile growing wider when the Child stretched his arms towards her. “You seem sleepy. It must be time for bed!”

The Child whined slightly, but made no further protest when she scooped him up and cuddled him into her arms. She glanced towards Din, giving him a light smile. “I’ll put him to bed and set the coordinates. How about you go down and get some sleep?”

He hummed in response, simply enjoying the sight in front of him. Twenty years they had worked together, yet she never failed to take his breath away. “I’ll set the coordinates. You get some sleep; you more than earned it.”

“So do you,” she retorted, rubbing the Child’s back. “You know what- hold that thought; I’ll be back.” She turned around and descended the ladder, clearly preparing to put the baby to bed.

For a brief moment, he saw it- a swollen belly, a slight waddle, a tiny infant’s face- a perfect combination of her and him. A boy or a girl? What kind of person would they become? A warrior like him? Or a healer like their mother?

And then he remembered- The Creed. He was a Mandalorian, a bounty hunter to the core. There would be no room for more children in his life, or more time for a lover.

He was meant to be alone.

But... His heart betrayed him. But...

“Are you alright, Din?” A hand- warm to the touch- rested on his elbow. “You seem out of it.”

Snapped out of his thoughts, he gazed up at her, unable to stop himself from marveling at her. With the helmet on, in the sunlight, in complete darkness, she was beautiful. “I was just thinking.”

“About?”

He froze. “About...”

“Is it about today? What happened in Nevarro?” She frowned, lightly squeezing his elbow.

“...Yeah.” She wasn’t entirely wrong, but it still wasn’t fully right. “You could’ve died. You and the Child. I-“ His words got caught in his throat, and he almost choked. “I could’ve lost you.”

Kyla let out a small hum before sitting at his feet, resting her head on his knee. She gave him a smile, full of reassurance and hope. He stared just a tad too long at her lips. “But you didn’t. I’m still here, and so is the Child. You could never lose us, even if you wanted to.”

“But still, I...”

She rested a hand on his own. “I know. After Kuiil and IG-11...” A frown briefly made an appearance on her face; he wanted it gone. “We lost good people today. It was already hard when they died; I can’t imagine how I’d feel if you...”

She didn’t finish the thought. She didn’t need to. He knew fully well what she was going through.

But then she wiped the stray tears from the corners of her eyes and smiled again. “So I won’t imagine it. I’ll focus on the fact that you’re still here, alive and breathing. And I’m not going to mope anymore. They gave their lives so we could live ours, and I’ll honor them by living the best one I can.”

Din couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped his mouth. She always knew what to say to make everyone feel better- he was no exception. “You’re right.”

“I know,” she teased, rubbing the side of his helmet in lieu of his cheek. He wished he could take it off. “Don’t overwork yourself; get some rest. You still have your head injury to consider.”

“Maybe later.”

She sighed, then shook her head. “You Mandalorians, I swear... Alright, but if the lights aren’t turned off in 30 minutes, I’ll make you rest.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

She grinned. “I have my ways.” Rising from the floor, she dusted herself off before resting a hand on the top of his helmet. “I’ll see you in the... morning? Something? Later.” With a shrug and a light laugh, she descended the ladder, and he could hear the sound of her cabin door sliding shut.

I have my ways.

When he turned back to the controls, he couldn’t stop the blush burning his cheeks.

He was glad for his helmet.

[...]

With the Razor Crest on autopilot, Din climbed down to the cargo hold to check on his clan.

His clan of three. The mere thought of those words had a bloom of heat blossoming in his chest.

Once more, the image from before entered his mind- a heavily pregnant Kyla waddling around, with the Child eagerly following her every move. He could see her lying in bed with her arms around her stomach, so sweet, so innocent-

He saw her face twist in pleasure, watched her clutch the ratty blankets as he continued to thrust into her warm, willing body, watched as his cum seeped out of her tight, wet-

He froze.

Fuck.

He immediately changed direction, heading straight to the refresher. A cold shower was in need if he planned on getting any sleep tonight.

[...]

He couldn’t sleep.

The nightmares had gotten worse. More faces swam in the inky darkness of his own mind- his mother and father, Kuiil, even that ridiculous IG unit...

But now, it was the Child, its tiny, limp body tossed aside by that Devaronian, Burg, who roared in sadistic laughter before turning his attention towards-

Towards-

He watched helplessly as Kyla cried out in pain, her hair tangled in the red bastard’s hands, watched as he began slamming her repeatedly into the ground, screamed and begged for him to stop, to torture him instead, and-

And he did, but she slumped to the ground; and as he finally gained back control over his body and scrambled his way over to her, he gazed into her glassy eyes and held her lifeless body close to his chest-

And screamed again when he saw his hands were stained red, and screamed and screamed and-

He jumped out of his bunk and stumbled out of his room, through the darkness of the Razor Crest (with no helmet- no one could see him anyway) and towards her room, making no attempt to be quiet. He slammed his hand on the door, begging for her to let him in, just please, Maker, let him in-

“Din? Is that you? What’s-“ Kyla stopped mid-sentence the moment he pulled her into a bone-crushing hug, sobs escaping his chest. “Are you alright?”

He didn’t answer, settling for burying his nose in the crook of her neck and breathing in her scent- sweet Bantha milk and cinnamon. She smelled alive.

“Din...” she murmured, rubbing small circles on his back. “It’s okay. I’m okay, I promise.”

Fuck, she felt so alive in his gloveless hands, so warm-

His lips ran over her throat and he pressed them against her skin, laving his tongue over her pulse. Fuck, she tasted like heaven-

He bit down. Hard.

She jumped, a small squeak squeezing past her lips. He wanted to hear more of it. “Din, are you-?”

He hummed as his lips traveled upward- brushing against her jaw and her cheek before resting against her mouth.

He pressed closer, so close that there was no space between them. And their lips remained locked together, even as he began to maneuver themselves towards the bed.

“Din!” she gasped as they fell onto the clunky mattress, only to be quickly replaced with the sweetest moan to ever grace his ears as he ran his hands down her sides until they rested on her hips. “Din, please-“

He shushed her, stripping her of her sleeping shorts and underwear and marveling at the soft skin of her inner thighs under his calloused palms. “Fuck, you’re perfect. So fucking perfect.”

“Din, you can’t even see me...”

“I don’t need to. I already knew; I’ve always known.” Leaning down to press a kiss on her thigh, he nosed his way down to the apex, unable to stop the moan rumbling out of his chest as he breathed in the smell of her body. She smelled so alive, so mouthwatering-

He couldn’t help himself- couldn’t stop himself, even if he wanted to. Without hesitation, he dragged his tongue over her slick entrance and delved deep, eager to elicit more of her sweet noises.

“Din!” she cried out, her fingers burying themselves in his hair. “Don’t- don’t stop, don’t ever stop-“

But he did. With a final, indulgent lick of her delectable cunt, he traveled upward, pausing for a few seconds to rip off her shirt, blatantly ignoring her weak protests and effectively silencing them with a swift kiss. She shivered underneath him, her soft moans smothered with his tongue as it tangled with her own.

With a free hand, Din stripped himself of his pants and positioned himself between her legs, but a warm hand rested on his shoulder.

“You didn’t get to...” she mumbled, voice dripping with pleasure. He could get drunk off the sound of it. She tugged off his shirt; he didn’t complain. “I wanna make you feel good too.”

“Maybe next time,” he whispered; his heart swelled with utter adoration. “But right now, I just need this. Are you alright?”

“Yes,” she breathed out, her hands intertwining around his neck.

“Do you want this?”

“Yes. Please; I want you.”

And with her reassurance, he slowly pressed himself into her...

Well...

He really did try to go slow. He really did. But the second his tip pressed into her velvety warmth, he saw galaxies dance across his vision- and he was done for.

With a quick snap of his hips, he sunk down to the hilt. Kyla gasped, hands moving to his shoulders as she squirmed underneath him in an attempt to adjust.

Don’t move yet, he managed to tell himself. Let her breathe first.

But fuck, it was so hard. Even as he buried his face into her neck in an attempt to ground himself, her scent only took him higher, far past the edges of the galaxy, far past any star system, far past the universe.

“Din,” Kyla murmured. Fuck, he loved when she said his name. “You can move.” She rolled her hips, and his cock sunk in just a tad deeper.

Maker, he felt that.

Immediately, he began to thrust into her, and he was, again, struck dumb by how utterly warm she was, how divine she felt around him.

“Fuck, so tight,” he growled out, sinking his teeth into her neck, never losing his rhythm. “How- how are you so goddamn tight? Fuck, it’s like you’re made for me-“

“I’m yours,” she sobbed, her head pressed into his chest. “I’m only yours, Din-“

Her words sent a sharp jolt running through his body. Instantly, he grabbed her legs and threw them over his shoulders, absorbing her ever-increasing moans as he delved further into her warm, wet cunt.

“Kyla,” he breathed out; his black vision was starting to turn white at the edges, and at the center of it all, he saw her. “You’re my everything. You’re my sun, my moon, the stars in my sky-“

“Oh, Din...” she croaked, leaning upwards just a tad to press a kiss to his skin.

“My world revolves around you,” he moaned into her ear. “My sweet goddess, I’m yours- everything I am is yours-“

She tightened around him. He swore; comets soared underneath his eyelids, and he could just see her beautiful eyes- eyes that shone brighter than any star.

“I love you, Din,” she cried, her grip around his neck tightening just slightly. “I love you with all I have, IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou-“

And with a broken shout, they came, each whispering the other’s name, raw love embedded in every syllable, laced in the air they breathed, soaked in their skin.

And as they laid together, limbs tangled so thoroughly that neither could tell where one ended and the other began, Din knew- deep in his heart- that there was no need for fear.

She was here, with him, in his arms, tiredly and lovingly stroking the edges of his face, mapping out every crease and line in his skin, fingers tracing his lips.

“I love you,” she repeated, and he didn’t need his sight to know that she was smiling at him.

She felt warm. She felt alive.

“I love you,” he whispered, caressing her cheek and leaning down to kiss her.

She made him feel so, so alive.

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A/N: my god this is the smuttiest thing I’ve ever written and will probably ever write.

Help me I need to bleach my eyeballs with holy water-

#the mandalorian #din djarin #baby yoda #the child #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x oc #din djarin x reader #din djarin x oc

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antihero-writings · 5 years

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Please give us Lisa and Vlad just being loving science parents (bonus points if they’re protective)

I’m SOOOO sorry for taking so long to respond!!

This was the first ask/prompt I felt like I could answer in a short fic, and I wanted to try responding directly on the ask like I’ve seen some people do…but, just like me, I took forever to write/edit even something short XD

Apologies if any of this is inaccurate…usually I rewatch bits of the the show to double check, but I was already taking forever to write this so I didn’t this time...

Anyway, I was really excited to try out an actual scene from Adrian/Alucard’s childhood, and I enjoyed writing it!! Thanks for the delightful prompt!!

Loving + protective science parents coming right up!!

(I also had another idea for this prompt that was more science-y that I might post later, so stay tuned in case—and please let me know if you’d be interested in that/more of this type of thing!!)

*****

Father was going to be furious.

Adrian’s brain ran through all the potential scenarios; at first it was the sound of his father’s raised voice, and at last it was the feeling of the dirt outside the castle—thrown out, on the grounds that breaking a mirror was more than bad luck. Sure, it might be a small chance, but a child’s imagination hasn’t been domesticated yet.

“Are you alright, sweetie?” his mother asked the quintessential mother’s question at the dinner table, putting a hand on his shoulder, “You’ve barely touched your food.”

Adrian didn’t say anything. He wanted to speak, to defend himself, to lie, but words were fickle and cruel; they rose to surface, but when he tried to net them, they dove back down his throat.

Emotions, however, weren’t particular about how and when they appeared, and bit even those who didn’t at all want to catch them.

“I…I’m sorry.” Tears began to fill his eyes.

“Sorry?” Lisa half laughed. “Sorry for what?”

The boy’s golden eyes flickered to his father, who paused, and cocked his head to the side. Only confusion. No anger there…yet.

But surely there would be. His mind offered a seven-course meal on just how angry the vampire king might get in the next few minutes.

Lies, excuses dove down his throat. But the truth wouldn’t stay choked down.

“I…I broke your mirror!” he blurted out, too loudly, “I didn’t mean to, I swear! I—It just fell to pieces! I wasn’t playing with it or anything!”

He heard how loud, how tiny, his voice sounded, and the excuses sputtered and died.

He was ready for Dracula to stand tall, to demand how and why, for his eyes to flash red and…okay, maybe not ready, but expecting it, at the very least.

Instead the Tepes parents looked each other quizzically.

“Which mirror?” His father asked calmly—mirrors weren’t exactly the most common occurrence in a vampire’s house, after all.

Adrian sank down in his chair, his eyes darting away, the words a low burbling murmur, “The-The one in your study.”

His parents’ faces broke, not in anger, but into forgiving—almost amused—smiles, like he had done something funny and didn’t know it.

“Come with me, Son.” Dracula stood up from the table—but less as the commanding presence, more in a sweeping, flowing motion that could take him away with him—holding out a hand.

Adrian’s eyes ran to the safety of his mother—the nod that she gave said go with him.

He got up from the table, taking his father’s hand—(not as cold as you might think)—still apprehensive, but now more than a little curious. His little footsteps pattered along behind the calculated tolls in the halls.

They came to the scene of the crime: the study. What was once once a smooth, shining mirror, now a pile of glittering glass on the ground. Adrian looked away, swallowing, at the sight of it.

Dracula let go of his son’s fingers, taking a step forward. He looked over his shoulder smirking a little, and raising his hand.

With one motion his sin was undone; the puddle of a mirror rose, like a dog called by its owner, the jagged droplets coalescing back into the rippling surface.

Adrian’s eyes widened as he stepped closer, seeing himself reflected in it silver waves, as if he was the only one in the room. Dracula put a hand on his shoulder.

“This isn’t a normal mirror.” He waved a hand and the scene within the mirror became something else entirely: a mossy forest. He waved his hand again and before them was a moonlit beach. “It can take you anywhere in the world.”

Adrian took another step closer, mouth agape, staring at the shifting scenes, and reached out. Before he could touch it, however, Dracula waved his hand, and he was reflected in the room again.

“Can we go somewhere?” He looked up at his father, the fire dancing from the mirror to those golden irises.

The kind look in his father’s eyes flickered.

“Not…today.” He turned to leave the room.

Adrian rushed up to him. “Tomorrow?”

The vampire king paused, flicking his wrist, and Adrian started at the sound of shattering glass; the mirror had returned to its fragmented pile.

“You have lessons tomorrow.”

The boy followed him into the hall. “The next day then?”

“Son—” Dracula stopped, pinching the bridge of his nose.

He sighed and crouched down before him, one hand on his shoulder, the other brushing through his son’s hair.

“You are one of the brightest children I’ve ever met—and I don’t meet a lot of children,” he laughed a little. “You are kind, and gentle… and you always do what you feel is right.”

Adrian smiled sheepishly.

His father twisted a lock of his hair around his finger. “But the world out there…”—Excitement ran from Adrian’s toes to the tip of his tongue, but he said nothing; something made his father’s eyes look redder— “Has no place for that.” He turned his nail, cutting the strand of hair. “Your place is here, in the castle, with your mother and I, where it’s safe.”

Adrian looked at the ground, biting his lip, desperately trying to keep the fluttering thing in his stomach from dying.

“But I—”

His father raised himself back up, six feet tall and all vampire.

“It’s time for bed.” He said, and it’s not up for discussion.

*****

“What’s it like, out there?” Adrian asked as his mother tucked him in for bed.

“Well,” she thought about it. “It’s big,” she pulled the covers tight around his shoulders. “Bigger than you could imagine. And colorful, much more colorful than this old place. The sun is so bright, and it has a way of illuminating everything beneath it, making it look more beautiful. And there are hundreds of thousands of animals, howling—awoo!—and meowing”—she pawed at him, and he laughed—“and chirping”—she whistled—“out there, and just as many people—all creating wonderful things, singing, dancing…” She trailed off.

She seemed so happy when she talked about the outside world.

“Mother?” he asked softly.

“Yes, that’s me.”

“…Will I ever get to go out there?”

“Why of course! Why do you ask?”

“Father says…he says that the world out there has no place for—”

“Adrian,” she paused, then reached out to cup his cheek“…your father is what most people would call an old fuddy-duddy.” She smiled, then paused, saying more seriously. “He…hasn’t had very many good experiences with people. He just doesn’t want you to get hurt.”

“So… you’ll take me out there?”

“Well,” she laughed, “Well, I can’t exactly sneak you out tonight. But yes, one day. Your father will take some convincing, but I’m pretty good at persuading him. …Did you hear about the time I showed up at his front door?”

He’d heard it alright; only about a thousand times.

But there would be a time, many years later, a time when he walked the world, and some mirrors that broke couldn’t be repaired, when he would give anything to hear her tell it just once more.

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365daysofsasuhina · 5 years

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Two Hundred Forty-Five: Say it with ___ ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: A Light Amongst Shadows ] [ AO3 Link ]

There is no Uchiha clan without pride. For better or worse, there is little rending an Uchiha’s pride in their people. To them, their bloodline is everything. No other clan loves like the Uchiha...and with that love comes a stubborn belief that those they hold dear are above all others.

Sasuke was inundated with such beliefs from a young age. To him, there was no greater bloodline to be part of than the Uchiha. They were strong, smart, kind, and wise! Everywhere he went in the Uchiha compound, he was met with smiles, friendly words, and affection. And even had he not been a son of the clan head, he would still be met by those like him with that same care and attention.

Because to be an Uchiha was to be special.

His father only pushed the idea on him further. Which made his apparent disappointment in his younger son all the more difficult to understand. Was he not...good enough? But...he was an Uchiha! And one of the main house! Surely...surely that meant being destined for great things! Itachi was a prodigy, sure...but Sasuke would be strong, too! He would!

...he would…

Even after the clan was lost...even after the precious blood of his people ran in the gutters, soiled and spilled...he never lost his pride. Even if the Uchiha were gone, their strength would be remembered! And avenged...he’d make sure of it. The most skilled of them all had stolen their lives...but Sasuke swore that he’d never rest until justice was done. Until the pride of the Uchiha was secured..

...of course...it wasn’t a simple thing. Training took years, and eventually saw him leave his home, and join an enemy. Everything else was stripped away and forgotten in the pursuit of his one dream: to bring justice to his clan. But just when he thought he’d found it...a new truth was brought to light. So he shifted targets, did what he had to in order to make Konoha’s wrong right. He didn’t care that his so-called friends and teammates tried to bury the tragic truth and bring him back kicking and screaming. Even if it marked him as a traitor until his death...he wouldn’t give up on them. On his people. On those massacred for wanting their independence and freedom.

And when that was done...he was going to change the entire shinobi world. This...would never happen again.

...but as usual...Naruto got in his way.

By that time, it had been over ten years. Ten long...painful...lonely years. Sasuke was tired...so tired...so when he’d reached his limits, but the blond still refused to back down...Sasuke relented. Maybe...there would be another way. He’d been so blinded, so focused...perhaps he’d lost his path.

But that wouldn’t stop his ultimate goal. Upon Itachi’s return, he made a decision: the council had to be faced, tried, and removed from power. They were the last pieces of the game tied to the massacre. So long as they were stripped of their influence...their ideals could never again harm another clan.

It wouldn’t bring the Uchiha back...but he hoped, at least, it would bring them peace.

He, however...still had challenges to face. Itachi’s pardon, much like his own, was still met with animosity. Cleared or not, their actions still sat sourly in people’s mouths.

Some more than others.

But at least the Uchiha did not have to face them alone. They instead found themselves with new allies: their distant cousin clan, the Hyūga, came to their aid...for a small price. Uchiha became a valuable commodity to the right people, and now they were tied to another clan. Useful, yes...but with pros always came cons.

Sasuke rebelled at first. Losing his freedom to a clan as stuffy and upright as the Hyūga was the last thing he wanted. But Itachi worked to ensure their independence.

And though no longer heiress, Hinata served as a liaison of sorts between the two clans.

Which was good...she was the only Hyūga Sasuke could stand. And as time went on, he found himself learning more about their subtle parallels, their diverging choices...and their striking similarities. The more he spoke with her, the closer her felt to her. Unlike so many, he held no grudge against her...nor she against him. They had a perfectly clean slate, and more than one reason to get along.

So, was it really any wonder that he fell in love with her…?

The feeling scared him. By then, it was more than clear that someone was after them: the remnants of the Uchiha...and anyone who dared to align themselves with them. Itachi’s wife and children had already been targeted...and Sasuke didn’t want to put Hinata in any more danger than she’d already found herself in as their ally.

Of course...when he brought forward his concerns, she brushed them aside, insisting she could handle herself. And that - with feelings much the same as his own - she was willing to take that risk regardless, if it meant being happy.

So...they gave dating a try. Not that there was much need - they’d already grown that close. So it didn’t take much for them to simply skip ahead to engagement.

And then, over two years after his return to Konoha...Uchiha Sasuke got married. Something that - had you asked him before they met - he would have simply laughed at. Him, married? Living in Konoha?

Well...stranger things have happened.

In the wee hours of the morning after their marriage, Sasuke snuck out of the house, and made his way across the village. Almost no one was awake, even the bars closed down and empty. But he wasn’t looking for any business, or in fact any person.

...living, at least.

Kneeling at the foot of his parents’ headstones, he remained in silence for a good long while, just...thinking. About all he’d seen, done, and come to be. How - in the end - he couldn’t bring himself to regret any step in his journey. Here, and now...he was exactly where he needed to be.

“...I think I’ve done it,” he murmured, voice small in the oppressive silence of the night. “I think I’ve reached a point where...I can finally be happy again. And not just in a moment. Not just...fleetingly. But for the rest of my life, however long it stretches.”

Another long silence. “...I hope your pride in me outshines the shame I brought you. I know my actions were often flawed...and I hope you can forgive me. In all I did, for all those years...I thought of you. Acted for you. Strove to bring you peace, even if I’d never find it myself. All I ever wanted was to avenge you. All of you. I think...I’ve gotten as close as I can to that. I hope it’s enough.”

Staring at his mother’s name, Sasuke sighed. “...and I know what you’d say now. You’d say...that my work was done. That I’ve toiled enough. That it’s time for me to rest, and to be happy. Well...I dunno if I can quite yet. There’s still threats to face, for those of us still here. We’re not safe. But I’ll do everything...and anything...to protect us. I won’t let another drop of Uchiha blood be spilled by our enemies. I swear...I’ll be strong enough this time.”

Unbidden, his jaw clenched, chin shaking and a few traitorous tears slipping down his cheeks. “...I can say it with pride, now...no matter what anyone says. I am an Uchiha...and no matter how written in blood our path has been...I’ll never lose my pride in who and what I am. Thank you...for all you did for me. Even if it was cut short. I loved - and still love - you all with the entirety of my heart. Maybe it will never be fully whole again. Maybe there will always be a part of me unable to heal. But...I hope this will be enough. That I was enough.”

After a moment to reflect, he carefully bowed forward, hands flat and brow to the cool, dewy grass. “...thank you...for everything. Please continue to watch over me...over us.

“I hope we’ll make you proud.”

.oOo.

This isn't my best cuz it's late and I'm tired / rushed, but I'll admit the ending made me tear up a bit. Had a long day and I'm pooped, BUT! I'm finally caught up. Just one drabble a day now, up to the end of the year! Less than a third left...we can do this! Anyway...I think in reality, Sasuke never once lost faith or pride in his clan. It's more others' opinions he's referencing in being able to say his name with pride. Sure, he doesn't much care for the opinions OF others, but it's still a big deal to him that - by the time he marries Hinata - he has a real future again. A wife, a few fragments of his family, rebuilding friendships...and the justice he's always wanted for his clan. Or as close as he can get to it. Things are finally starting to look up, despite the lingering threats and obstacles. ...I'm rambling cuz I'm tired, but I hope you get my point xD So, I'll stop there for tonight, and be back tomorrow! Thanks for reading <3

#sasuhina #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #a light amongst shadows [ canon verse ]#365daysofsasuhina

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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years

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Survey #231

too lazy to even think of song lyrics to put, just have this

Do bridges make you nervous? Somewhat. Are there any movies that you find so dumb, you find funny? Aha, Napoleon Dynamite. Do you have any older siblings? Four + one I don't know. How often do you vacation? Pretty much never. Are you currently having any cellular problems? My phone is ACTUAL horse shit. Have you ever tried to meet up with someone from online? With Sara, multiple times now. :') It'd be fantastic if when I go to South Africa I can meet Shaylee when I visit to the KMP, and my other friend Alyssa knows how badly I wanna meet Mark, so she insists on me going with her one day if he ever goes back to PAX East. I'd love to meet Connie, too. If you could have any car right now, what would you want exactly? Eh, I don't know car types. Something medium/smallish (I don't want very small for safety reasons) that's either burnt orange or red and just pretty and sleek. Do you think it’s cruel to leave a live fish to die in an ice box? Um???????? YEAH????????????????? Have you ever done anything sexual with someone of the same sex? Yeah. Do you collect issues of a certain magazine? No. Have you ever pawned anything off at a pawn shop? Nah. Do you have stomach abs? Ha, I wish. Do you know anyone who is trying to physically impersonate a celebrity? No, but oh my god, so my friend Leon, right? He looks UNCANNILY like Leon Kennedy (WEIRD name coincidence????) from the Resident Evil series so much that he dressed as him one day. The resemblance is fucking unbelievable, especially when his hair was longer in the front. Do you have the Bakery Story app? Haven't heard of it. Do you watch Sister Wives? Haven't heard of that, either. How do you feel about polygamy? It's definitely not for me, but if it's KNOWINGLY between a consenting, happy group of people, you do you, man. Just hardcore practice safe sex. Have you ever seen a shuttle launch? No. What would your parents say is the worst thing you’ve ever done? I haven't got a clue. I'd assume Mom would probably say me texting her "fuck you" even though she deserved it. Dad, probably the letter I wrote him after the divorce. Are we having signs of the apocalypse? I don't even remember the Biblical signs besides like, swarms of locusts and humanity's focus shifting to materialism. I say rather we're having actually scientific signs of a mass extinction coming in the next few centuries, probably, or sooner. Historically, we're extremely overdue for one, anyway. Global warming, the ozone, overpopulation, pollution... you know, all that jazz. We're killing the earth. Would you rather see The Blue Man Group or Fear Factor live? Blue Man Group. Do you have any vintage clothing? Man, I wish. Are you glad to accept any certain person’s hand-me-downs? "As long as it fits and it’s like, clean, I guess?" <<<< This. Have you ever bought anything at Rue 21? Yeah, I like that store. The graphic tees section, at least. What color of colored contacts would you like to have? Like, purple or something. NO, cyan. Gimme a Manson feel. What’s on your bed? Me, Teddy, Roman, my laptop and mouse, my pillows, sheets, blanket, phone... Your floor besides furniture? My bookbag and purse. Wires. Shoes. Your dresser? My meerkat collection, along with some other plushies. The top shelf in your closet? I have no clue. Are there any dead stuffed animals in your house? Uh, you mean taxidermy? No. I am viciously against hunting "trophies." HOWEVER, I'm deeply into vulture culture and have mixed feelings about making art of NATURALLY deceased wildlife... A part of me says that's disrespectful, and then the other says it's very honoring and respectful, to immortalize an animal's beauty as art after experiencing a good life. It's something I semi-want to get into, but again, I'm torn on my thoughts about it. Do you know anyone who goes fishing, but doesn’t like fish? Do you mean like, eating fish? I'll fish with Dad if he invites me (I otherwise stopped as I don't support it if not necessary for food, but this has always been my and Dad's "thing"), but I hate fish as food. If you mean they don't enjoy fish as animals, I don't think so. What’s the best prize you’ve won on an amusement park/carnival game? I don't have a clue. Have you ever done anything sexual in a school? No, besides simple kisses. Have you ever been indoor skydiving? No. Would you have any interest in going on a cruise? No. Being out in the ocean scares me. Have you ever been to a Chinatown in any of the cities you’ve been to? No. How old was the oldest person you’ve dated? Maybe like, five years older. Do you know anyone who has their own podcast? No. Have you ever been to couple’s counseling? No. How many children do you want, and how did you decide on this number? None. I decided because 1.) I would be a terrible mother, 2.) I'm not putting anyone's well-being above my own ever again, 3.) I'm not dedicating the remainder of my life trying to raise someone who might end up not even caring about me, and 4.) they're fuckin expensive and I've been poor my whole life and will do almost anything to keep my bills and expenses in general as low as possible. Where did your last kiss take place? The airport. Did you often read for fun when you were a kid? Oh, definitely. I loved reading. ^ What were some of your favorite books? Little-little kid books included Stellaluna, What Makes a Rainbow?, The Very Hungry Caterpillar, The Rainbow Fish, 10 Minutes 'Til Bedtime... a lot. As like an elementary student, I was really into the Magic Tree House and Hank the Cowdog series. Then in middle school, Warriors dominated my bookshelf. Are you more of a visual learner or an auditory learner? Visual. Do you have any dietary restrictions? No. Do you prefer Google Maps, Apple Maps, Waze, or something else? I've never used any. What is your favorite coffee brand? N/A What is your favorite tea brand? N/A Have you ever worn false eyelashes? No. I probably only will for maybe my wedding. How old does someone have to be for you to see them as an adult? 21 I guess. Do you ever ‘manspread’ when you sit down? Uh. I actually don't know. I don't pay attention. Which of your good habits has made the biggest positive difference in your life? Coming to understand I have to put myself first, probably. Or learning how to talk to myself gently. Have you ever dated someone who was very lazy? No. Have you ever turned down a job offer? No. Have you ever been fired from a job? No. I always quit too early for that, really. Do you overuse smileys? I don't think so. At least not anywhere near how I did as a pre-teen in the "LOL rANdoM!!!!!! XD" phase. Who is better; Madonna or Blondie? Idk. Who is better; Elton John or Billy Joel? BILLY!!!!!!! Name three website you visit every day: YouTube, Kalahari Manor, and deviantART. Have you seen all of the Jaws movies? Tyler and I watched the first one. I don't remember what I thought about it, really. Have you ever worn black eyeliner? "Yeah. That’s the only kind I wear." <<<< This. Have you ever worn blue mascara? No. That'd look weird on me. Hm, or maybe not. Maybe it'd bring out my blue eyes. Ever spiked your hair? No. How long have you had a computer? I don't have a clue. Have you ever written something, and published it on the internet? Well yeah? When was the last time you played cards? (not on the computer) Hell, forever ago when I was at Colleen's with Girt and we played CAH. Can you play chess? Nope. When was the last time you read a book over 700 pages long? Shit man, no clue. I don't know if I ever have. Have you ever drank cherry Coke? GOOD STUFF Do you prefer using pens or pencils? Pencils, considering you can erase. I avoid using pens if I can. Have you ever skipped for a long distance? Maybe as a little kid? Are you excited for the holidays? Halloween was disappointing, as I did absolutely zip. I honestly don't care about Thanksgiving. We always just go have dinner with Ashley's bigot in-laws. I'm VERY hyped for Christmas 'cuz I'm probably gonna be with Sara!! Can you play any instruments? I played the flute for years, but I don't think I could remember how to now. Are you a Facebook addict? Nah. Are you afraid of stink bugs? YEAH. I hate beetle-like insects. Do you have a printer? Yeah. Does anyone own any embarrassing pictures of you? HAHAHAHA I HOPE SHE DOESN'T STILL HAVE IT, MY FRIEND ONCE TOOK A PICTURE OF ME IN THE MIDDLE OF EATING A HOT DOG AND I JUST REALLY HATE IT. Do you still live at home? Yeah. Are you currently enrolled in college? Yep. Do you care what others say about you? Way too much. Have you ever played Farmville? No. What is your favorite video game? Silent Hill 2 and Shadow of the Colossus. What song represents your life the best? "Get Up" by Mother Mother makes me think of myself A LOT. Are you into anime? Yeah. Name one movie that has made you cry more than once. The Notebook. Always. Do you watch the Disney Channel? Not anymore. Do you swear? Way too much. Do you overthink things? You wouldn't BELIEVE how much I do. What’s the largest animal you’ve ever had as a pet? A fuckin ginormous black lab until Ashley moved out. He wasn't even full-grown. Do you own any kind of helmet? No. What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had? As a kid, I was running on the gravel road and slipped and fell. I scraped my knees to the point of pus coming out. It took a loooong time to heal. I cried SO fucking loudly. Bad, bad memory made only worse because Dad got so annoyed by it that he yelled at me to shut up. Happy beyond words he changed so much after the divorce and stopped drinking. What is something you like to have conversations about? MARK and other YouTubers I love to an unreasonable height, meerkats, vidya games I enjoy, RP, bands I love... What all is in the trunk of your car? I don't have a clue. Do you ever put fruit on your cereal? EW no. I hate that shit. How do you usually celebrate your favorite holiday? By doing nothing, lately. I don't have anywhere to go, so no point in even dressing up. Plus I can't afford costumes. When was the last time you drove something other than a car or truck? Uh. I have zero clue. Have you ever eaten/drank something and then realized it was past the expiration date? Probably at some point. Do you own any jewelry containing your birthstone? I have an amethyst angel pin from my grandmother. When I was in high school and going through my most suicidal phases, I wore it on my shirt underneath my hoodies. What is something unusual that annoys you? Hm. Well, I think this resonates with a lot of people at least to a mild degree, but it really angers me when people don't put their shopping carts back and just sit them in/by a parking spot. Fucking lazy as hell. Does mind over matter work for you? Rarely. What was the last thing you were invited to? No clue. Well, besides the obvious things like my niece and nephew's b-day parties, I don't know. What item should never be shared? Stealing the last person's answer: your toothbrush. What do you usually order at Taco Bell? A cheese quesadilla and fiesta potatoes. Sometimes the cinnamon delight things instead of the potatoes. Have you ever sat all the way through Gone With the Wind? No. Does drinking alcohol make you act more like your true self? I don't know if it's my "true" self, but I'm more extroverted and calmer. Have you ever googled a name and found somebody? Uhhhh so this is probably so incredibly creepy, but I jumped through hoops finding Jason's landline a few days before my suicide attempt because I was absolutely desperate to talk to him. It was in the dead of night and his sweetheart mom picked up and spoke with me for like two whole hours trying to calm me down. Jason was asleep, apparently. I miss that woman. She was so patient and gentle that night. Okay I'm honestly getting pretty emotional recalling that night so MOVING ON. What is your favorite possession? My iPod, really. I've had it since middle school and has 1k+ songs on it that I, like an idiot, am too lazy to back up... soooo when it dies, which it's WAY overdue to do, I will probably tear the world in two. What makes you feel like you are young again? Laughing hysterically. Especially when I do this little squeaking sound. Girt pointed it out all the time and since then I've actually paid attention to it and it's fuckin cute tbh. Are you picky? You. Don't. Even. KNOW. You have one wish, what would it be? World peace. How tall is the person you like? Shorter or taller? She's just like two inches shorter at 5'2''. How tall was the tallest person you’ve dated? Fucking hell, Girt was AT LEAST 6', I'm sure taller. I only reached his chest. How many foreign friends do you have? Oh boy, plenty. Well, I'd say most are acquaintances, but still. I've been on the Internet too long. In which countries do they live? European countries and Australia are the ones I know off the top of my head. What was your dream birthday party as a kid? Hmmm, probably going skating with my friends. What’s the most interesting story you’ve never told anybody? I don't know. What’s the most complicated meal you’ve cooked? Nothing. Have you ever come up with your own game? As kids, my sisters and I did a lot. What is something you value a lot in your life? Having a home, food to eat, a family that loves me... the basics that unfortunately many people don't have. Whose hand did you hold last? Sara's. What was the last thing you planted? Habanero peppers, I think. What or who was the last thing you gossiped about? *shrugs* When's the last time you helped a senior citizen somehow? Probably by holding doors open? What's the most selfless act you have done? Probably compromising my mental health to help others. I dunno. Have you ever intentionally fed a house spider? wtf no get out of mah swamp Are you clumsy? If so, how? I'm a newborn deer ffs. I bump into and trip over shit every day. How many Lidls are there in your town? None. I think. I think the closest is in the next town over. How do you like your favorite beverage? Cold and freshly opened 'cuz carbonation. Are you going to any concerts this summer? Ozzy Osbourne is very likely and I am NOT over it even though that was decided forever ago. Have you ever been to a concert? Once. What do you do when you can’t escape thoughts of your ex? I have PTSD from that relationship, getting away from those thoughts isn't a thing until my brain decides it's over it. Like I mainly just look for a distraction, but honestly, the only thing that seems to be truly effective is time or sleep. Do you watch any TV shows where the setting’s a hospital? I enjoy The Good Doctor, but I've talked about my disinterest in TV plenty. Did your first real significant other change you at all? HI HAVE YOU HEARD OF THE BREAKUP??????????????? Are you waiting to have sex until you’re married? Nah, not anymore. I broke that "promise" anyway through total cheat methods or whatever you want to call them, but I'm ultimately glad I thought I was obeying abstinence through that time considering honestly with how serious we were and how impulsive I was, I genuinely wonder if I would've wound up pregnant. Let's NOT IMAGINE THAT ROUTE. How many schools have you been to? Six. What’s your favorite color to wear? Black. Isn’t it lovely when your S/O smells good? I mean yeah, would anyone answer "no"???? Who’s your favorite actor? Mark is an official actor now don't even fuckin try me about this Who can make you laugh no matter what? *points up* + Sara and Game Grumps. Has a movie ever made you cry? Which one(s)? The Notebook, A Walk to Remember, Titanic, Old Yeller, The Lion King, Coco, Finding Dory, Johnny Got His Gun... man, a lot. I'm a baby when it comes to movies. Do you keep a list of movies you want to watch so you don't forget? No. What was the last song you heard for the first time and enjoyed? It was one of Highly Suspect's new songs. I think it was called "Snow White." What do you prefer -- the original fairy tales, or the Disney versions? Disney. Would you like more film adaptations of traditional fairy tales? Yeah, I enjoy them. Are there any comic books you'd like to see made into a movie? I don't read 'em. Are there any comic book movies you wish had been better? ^ Have you watched the Good Omens series yet? Thoughts? No. Who are some of your favorite female fictional characters, and why? Yrel from World of Warcraft is a fucking badass that needs to come back, I love Heather Mason from Silent Hill 3 with her being a realistic, relatable, and headstrong female protagonist that takes no shit, Bayonetta is my Mommy like have you seen that girl work (she served as some of my first evidence I wasn't straight, actually), I love Cynder from The Legend of Spyro saga with her personality overall and story... there's a lot I love. OH! Ellie from The Last of Us is impossible to not mention. It's beyond debate she's one of the toughest females in video game history, and it was interesting to watch her grow up in a post-apocalyptic world where horrors and tragedy were so normal. Something you didn't like that happened in one of your fave shows/books? GINGA DENSETSU WEED SPOILER: I will forever be livid Jerome died sobs I loved him more than I love myself. THE OUTSIDERS SPOILER: Dally's death devastated me. A character (in anything) you wish hadn't been killed off? Vol'jin's death in WoW was fucking stupid and entirely anticlimactic. Make the guy warchief & then Blizz doesn't know what to do with him and lets trash kill him, such shit writing, look guys I'm fuckin tilted about- What was the last video you saw that made you smile? Oh my god, I watched a clip of Shane Dawson at the Mall of America with Jeffree today, and he was physically in a state of shock, entirely speechless, and in tears. My lips were about to split my face in half smiling and almost crying. He deserves all he's getting right now beyond words. What's something exciting that's happened recently? A Heist With Markiplier was the best thing that ever happened to me ok. What about something upsetting? My grandma going downhill so fast. Cancer cells are now clearly visible in her blood. Do you have any calluses on your feet? So possibly TMI so look away, but I used to walk SO MUCH that my feet, especially my big toes, have the thickest calluses you could probably imagine. They bother me so much that I want to see whatever kind of doctor that can get rid of the damn things. Nothing I've ever done has helped get rid of them. I've CUT areas off in hopes of them going away, but it always heals BACK into a callus???? What was your last big purchase? Teddy's vet visit. Have you ever eaten grits? Grits are disgusting. What is the name of your YouTube channel, if you have one? 0zzkat. Do you wear the same shirt and shorts multiple times before washing? It depends on how long I wore the shirt and if I sweat. You'd never see me in shorts. What color is your favorite lip gloss? I don't use gloss. How many different states have you lived in? Just one. Are you allergic to bees? No. What color is the rim around your bedroom mirror (if applicable)? Black. What is your favorite flavor of saltwater toffee? I don't know if I've ever tried that. Have you ever vacationed on an island? No. What does your favorite bikini look like? Remember how I said you wouldn't see me in shorts? That goes even more for bikinis. What flavor was the last slushee you had? Strawberry limeade.

#survey #quiz #questions #random #bored

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lorewytch · 5 years

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Writers asks: 3, 7, and 21

I apologize for the lateness in this.. I literally fell asleep while writing this last night ahahaha 3. Give an overview/description of some of your past stories. (Only if you are willing, of course!) Hahahaha I’m assuming you want overview/description of Consumed by Shadows series right? XDD I’ll do that entire thing as a series and something from my way past. pffttt. Although I will omit Venomous Shadows since I am still working on it! WARNING! MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD FOR AT LEAST ONE OF MY FANFICS!

Consumed by Shadows Series; The Shadow Realm, Overshadowed Emotions: After the events of The Shadow War, Webby is struggling to come to terms with that Lena is gone forever. Also her strained relationship with Scrooge isolates her completely from the rest of the family. Feeling alone and grieving, a sudden spark of hope ignites her drive to search for Lena in the Shadow Realm, a parallel world on the opposite side of their reality. The triplets realize that Webby has vanished and try to figure out where she went, but are quickly found out. They all realize Webby has run off to open a portal to the Shadow Realm deep within a old temple in a jungle that holds a special Shadow Stone. They race after her only for all them to come face to face with Magica, the reason for all their swirling emotions. Flinging Webby into the Shadow Realm, she turns on the family and the fight begins with her newly improved magic thanks to the Shadow Stone. Webby finally finds Lena, but the happy reunion is bittersweet as the shadow magic from the realm infects Webby and begins to consume her. Racing against time, Scrooge, Huey, Dewey, Louie, Donald, Beakley and Launchpad subdue Magica, only to realize that the portal has closed, the Shadow Stone with it. With no way to open the Shadow Realm, they resort to drastic means to open it back up, only to cause it to become unstable. Sucking in everything in its path, including Magica, Scrooge and triplets make a gamble, letting themselves be sucked inside, anchored to a rope. Magica confronts Webby and Lena, stealing the Shadow Stone and nearly destroying the kids. But Scrooge and the boys interrupt her, smashing the stone and Lena, reveals a fact that none of them were ready for. She then turns on Magica and gives them time to escape with Webby. Heartbroken at losing Lena a second time, Webby swears to free her from the shadow realm, no matter what the cost. But how much will Webby risk to free her best friend from her prison? Also, she finally reconciles with Scrooge whom apologizes about his behavior on the Sunchaser, finally she feels like family again.

In Overshadowed Emotions, Webby is nearing her breaking point. Searching libraries, ancient texts, she consumed herself with trying to figure out everything she could about the Shadow Realm to free her best friend from it. When a transmission from Della suddenly is found, Webby listens in as Scrooge tells Donald. She is sworn to secrecy which does not go over well, as Dewey finds out that Webby is hiding something important from them all. They fight and Webby is driven into a corner. She has no choice but to tell them, but they fail to take it the way she imagined. Hurt because she lied to them, the triplets distance themselves just as Beakley decides the children need a break from being cooped up in the mansion. Meanwhile, Magica and Lena fight in the Shadow Realm, it looks like Lena will be victorious, but one split second later she is on the ground as Magica escapes from the Shadow Realm and Lena is left drained. The kids pile onto a plane that is sending them to a relaxing island to hopefully rekindle their broken friendship. But another fight and plane crash later (Not caused by Launchpad for once) Finds them scattered on a magical island not on any maps. Webby, injured finds the triplets only to realize they are being chased by the islands resident guardian golems. They take down all but one, that chases Webby to a strange temple. Inside lies a ancient god that was doomed to sleep forever. Until Webby touched her and broke the spell.

At first hostile, the goddess turns on Webby, trying to hurt her until Dewey finally finds her, trying to protect her as he finds Webby badly injured from the battle and from the crash. After a brief conversation, the goddess, known as Whisp realizes that they aren’t her enemy. Admiring Webby’s pluck, she heals her wounds and grants her a gift. A spell designed to bring someone back from the Shadow Realm. But, she warns Webby that something must be given in exchange. Uneasy about this, Dewey and Webby leave and begin to finally talk and slowly begin to forgive each other. Once they meet up with Huey and Louie, Webby spends time with each of them and although tentative, they do forgive her for hiding something so important from them. At the same time Scrooge and the others back in Duckburg work on constructing a rocket to go up and save Della from the moon. But as it takes off into the sky, Donald at the controls, another cosmic storm appears and hinders any plans to explore further. Just before Donald crashes back to earth, they hear one last transmission from Della. Beakley finds out that the children didn’t make it to their destination thanks to Duckworth who had stashed away temporarily with Webby. Together, she and Scrooge take the boat, stopping to fish Donald out from the bay from the ejection pod and fill him in. They all meet at the beach, including Launchpad and Beakley, Scrooge and Donald. There’s a happy reunion and all leave the island, Webby now with a new mission in her heart.

But, as they arrive back to Duckburg, Webby is told by Lena in her shadow that she doesn’t have much time left. Breaking her promise to Dewey that she wouldn’t cast the spell, she sets up what she needs and begins it that very night. The spell rocks and destroys the house, awakening everyone. They rush to Webby’s room only to see her in the midst of the spell, shadows staining her arms and tears. The spell backfires just as Magica appears, intent on destroying them once and for all.

Fighting Magica, the adults try to safely extract Webby from the spell but when a stray blast of magic hits her, the spell shatters around them. Scrooge, smarter than the smarties uses his wits and a magical artifact to banish Magica from their home. Webby doesn’t awaken. Louie feels betrayed. Della is still on the Moon. Lena is fading in the Shadow Realm. And Scrooge...for once is at a loss. I actually think thats all I will write for this LOL. I’m too tired to write another one right now XDD.

7. Favorite writers? Have they influenced you at all? Tamora Pierce, Kelly Armstrong, A ton of manga writers ( CLAMP, Arina Tanemura etc) I think the Manga writers influenced me more than anything. But Kelley Armstrong helped me to my sarcastic tone I sometimes have lol. I loved Tamora Pierce’s worlds and views on heroines. She was really my first writer that had strong female characters who didn’t need guys in their lives. The manga writers helped me form my worlds and characters..They basically told me it was okay to have broken, random, not perfect characters.

21. What do you think characterizes your writing? I’d like to say my diverse group of characters and quick and witty dialogue LOL. I just feel like my writing, even in my original works always seems more cartoony when written out. Can’t explain it very well. But one of my first novel attempts had that cartoony humor, slapstick a bit. I always include magic and more than likely will use female lead characters I wish to be rather than others. That being said, I’m amazed that I actually really like some of the guy characters I created. A perfect example is Zakir. He’s from my novel in progress, “Illusions Cove” And he’s a magician thief that doesn’t believe in the supernatural or magic at all. Boy.. is he gonna get a shock a little later in the story XD. I love his dry wit, his fearlessness in danger and freak outs over hearing his real name. He wants everyone to call him Arthur because he hates Zakir. It will be fun to write him as he progresses.

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