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Summer Swells | 1910s Day Dress
A sweet, breezy day dress for your early 1910s sims. This is the first item I’ve meshed in about 5-6 months, so please be kind! Swatch sample preview and additional details below the cut.
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TS4 Base-Game Compatible (I’m not sure this will be compatible with Legacy Edition games)
Poly Count: 6,202 (LOD 0&1); 4,695 (LOD 2&3)
32 Swatches (Solids and Floral Pattern)
NOTE: The bottom of the skirt will slightly clip when sims walk.
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fanficimagery · 3 years
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Lost and then Found pt. I
Imagine being taken by HYDRA. After years with them, they set you loose on someone you haven't seen in a while. Unfortunately for HYDRA, you weren't as susceptible to their mind experiments like they thought.
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Words: 8.6K Author's Note: Major trigger warning! There will be a bit of talk about non-consensual pregnancies and some failed pregnancies from said attempts. Also I didn’t want to post this, but this upcoming week is going to be stressful for me and I honestly don’t know how much writing I’ll get done. Please read the bottom note for help on hopefully part 2 of this.
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The team had been hanging around various floors of the tower when FRIDAY alerted everyone that they were needed in the meeting room ASAP. And when FRIDAY sounded urgent, the team knew it must be serious. Leaving the gym, Steve and Bucky run into Clint and Natasha who had been coming out of the locker rooms.
"Any idea what's going on?" Bucky asks Nat.
She shakes her head. "FRIDAY wouldn't cough up any more information. I contacted Tony, but he just urged me to get my ass moving."
As they wait for the elevator, the doors slide open and they nod to Wanda who's already standing in the back corner. With her arms crossed over her chest, she nods to each of her teammates as they file in. Ever since she had lost Vision, she hadn't been quite herself and everyone knew to give her whatever time she needed.
In the meeting room, the atmosphere is immediately tense. Sam is at the table and as a testament to how serious the situation is he doesn't even crack a joke the second he lays eyes on Bucky. Everyone takes a seat, with the exception of Tony who's still pacing at the front of the room with a tablet in his hand.
"Tony," Steve calls out. "What's going on?"
A moment passes and then Tony stops at the head of the table, looking up. "This." He swipes up on his tablet screen, sending a video hologram to the middle of the table so everyone can see. "This came in about fifteen minutes ago."
The video plays and the team watches on in shocked speechlessness. The video shows a young girl who couldn't have yet been a teenager be strapped down to a gurney and injected with several different vials. They listen as the poor girl screams and thrashes, and sobs about burning on the inside.
The video cuts out before popping up again and shows the same girl, a little older this time, and having a mouth piece shoved into her small mouth before a contraption is lowered around her head. Eyes dart to Bucky and no one says a word as his metal arm whirs when he watches the young girl go through something very similar to what he went through. As she screams, the video cuts out again yet again.
Everyone had been so focused on Bucky's reaction, that no one paid any attention to Wanda as her eyes widened when the video came back for a third round. The girl on screen is definitely older now, her baby fat has all but vanished, and she looks defeated. Her hair hangs in limp strands around her face and there's a collar around her neck that Wanda knows gives off one hell of a shock to the person wearing it when they disobeyed orders. An older male walks into view and the girl cowers away. She winces, her hands flying up to the collar around her neck. "Begin," a voice then sounds. The male lunges for the small female and she tries her best to fend off his blows, but she ends up beaten and bloodied within thirty seconds. At the end of the fight the man is given instructions and then he walks over to the girl, kneeling down and biting her around the wrist. She screams, the man takes a bullet to the back of the head, and the video cuts out.
This time when the video comes back, the girl looks a little more steadier on her feet and less beaten down. She looks ready for a fight. Towards the end of the clip she has bloodied, pointed fingertips. She's shoved back into a chair and that's when her emotionless mask drops, begging to not be wiped. She screams as they start the procedure and then by the end of it there are no more tears. There's just an emotionless female awaiting orders as the video cuts out.
Finally the last clip shows her fighting like she's been doing it for years, taking down one attacker after the other until she's the last one left standing. There's a sharp whistle and the girl stands at attention, and the video zooms in on her stoic expression before cutting out altogether.
"Who sent this, Tony?" Steve readily asks.
"Don't know. I have FRIDAY chasing an IP address that just keeps pinging in every part of the world."
"Do we even know who she is?" Natasha asks. "And what the whole point of this video was?"
"No. Not a cl-"
"Her name is Y/N." Everyone looks to Wanda who can't take her gaze off her hands in her lap. "She was already there with HYDRA when Pietro and I showed up so long ago."
"Willingly?" Clint wonders.
Wanda shakes her head. "When we had gotten there, she had just turned nineteen. She was already stronger than the average human, but we never truly saw what she could do. She was different." She finally looks up, expression sad. "HYDRA was not all that we thought it would be, but by then there was no turning back. We'd seen Y/N around base, but she was always so stoic and never spoke to anyone. But when we had one on one time with her and the guards would leave us under her care, it was like a switch had flipped within her. She was so much lighter and she spoke to us like we had been friends since we were children."
"Why didn't we find her the first time we met you and your brother?" Tony then asks.
"She had been gone for weeks by then. They told us she was killed on a mission they sent her on, and that me and Pietro were going to be the new fists of HYDRA."
"The last video was stamped a week ago," Bucky says. "HYDRA lied."
Sam huffs. "Of course they did."
"They must have seen you, your brother, and Y/N getting friendly. They couldn't have their best weapons socializing and turning against them," Bucky says.
Clint sighs. "So what's the plan?"
"We get her back," Wanda says, leaving no room for Tony or Steve to say otherwise. "She was forcefully taken, unlike Pietro and I. She does not belong with them."
"It's been years, Wanda," Natasha says softly. "She might not be the same girl you knew."
"But what if she is? She is the only family I have left."
For a long moment no one says anything, so Tony takes it upon himself. "Then we look for her, but you're responsible for getting through to her. She'll only know you, not us."
"Fine."
Steve and Tony talk a bit more about being prepared for when FRIDAY tracks down their target, and then everyone is being dismissed.
Wanda takes a moment, letting everyone get up and walk out first, when Clint walks up behind her chair. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he leans down some to say, "Y/N is not your only family, kid. We're your family too." Wanda's heart cracks just a little and she reaches up to cover Clint's hand with her own to let him know she understands. "Just keep that in mind in case we don't find Y/N or she's no longer who she used to be."
Wanda gulps and then nods. "I will."
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Working for HYDRA has been absolute hell. Ever since you had been taken as a little girl you were hell-bent on getting out of there which meant doing anything and everything to be in their good graces. Obviously you didn't learn to do so until you were sixteen and had most of your emotions under control.
They experimented and tortured and even tried their mind wipes like they did on their beloved Winter Soldier, but surprisingly your mind was never empty like they hoped to be. Of course, though, you kept that little detail to yourself wipe after wipe. But after everything that went on while you were in their grasp and after whatever they turned you into, you realized you couldn't quite leave and turn yourself loose on the public while you had no control over what you could do.
So you stayed and obeyed like a good little soldier, and attempted to train their new little puppets. Only being left alone with Wanda and Pietro became the one thing you started looking forward to up until they told you the twins didn't survive one of the trials. You had been heartbroken and devastated, but you couldn't let them see. So you nodded, let them move you to another facility and began anew.
You lost yourself within HYDRA, honing your skills and becoming someone even the other soldiers started to become wary of. The mind wipes became less and less the more obedient you became, but then they had a new mission for you- a mission which made your loathing for them hit an all time high.
You've been sitting in solitary for weeks now, biding your time until you could break free and get the hell out of dodge. All morning you've been antsy and it only becomes worse when you can feel the tension mounting all around you.
The door opens and you immediately snap to attention, but the guard that comes in does not have a lunch tray in his hands. Instead, he has a uniform which he readily tosses at you. "Get dressed. You've got a mission."
You quietly snarl at the guard after catching your suit and his hand immediately goes to the electrical prod at his side. "Careful," you drawl. "You wouldn't want your superiors to find out you injured their most prized possession."
His right eye twitches and he lets his hand fall limp. "The clock's ticking on your life, bitch, and when it's up I'll happily put you down."
"We'll just see about that."
The guard turns around and stomps away so he's standing just outside your door, and you hurriedly strip to get dressed in the apparent new uniform. The material for the pants are thin and fit like a glove, but you've worn these before and you know they're impenetrable to blades. Your boots are standard issued, but the long sleeve shirt- the shirt gives you pause because of the padding that's been added to it.
Once you're dressed and your hair has been tied up, you march up behind the soldier and readily clasp your hands behind your back to await orders.
Emotionless mask in place, you're led out and about the base. Everyone seems to be in a tizzy and the smell of gunpowder and blood is thick in the air. You can hear the gunshots and shouting from behind closed doors several rooms away, and you're not surprised that that's exactly where you're led.
The General meets you outside one room in particular and he dismisses your guard with a wave of his hand. You bite your tongue to keep from smiling at the fact the guard grumbles at being dismissed so easily.
"Ah my dear Y/N," the General coos. "Come. We've got several mice trapped and we need you to rid us of them once and for all." You blankly blink at him, nodding once to let him know you understand your mission.
The second he turns around to enter the code for the room, your shoulders drop just a bit and you attempt to put yourself in the mindset of fighting once again. The door slides open and you follow like an obedient little soldier, only to stop short at the sight of the assembled heroes standing on the opposite end of the room. One in particular stands out, her scent hitting you like a freight train and you have to try your hardest not to show an inkling of knowledge about who she is.
You stand next to, but an inch or so behind, the General's left side with your hands still clasped behind your back and feet shoulder width apart as you stare straight ahead. You're trying your damnedest to focus on the red, white, and blue shield Captain America is holding out before him, and not show any recognition for Wanda who is desperately calling out to you in hopes of recognizing her.
You block out what the General is saying, no doubt gloating about your skills, and zone back in just as he gives what he thinks is a command you're programmed to obey. With your right foot planted, you take a step back with a left and flick your wrists out at your sides so claws unsheathe themselves. You can hear several heartbeats pick up speed and you finally meet Wanda's gaze. She seems to still as you offer her the faintest of grins and send her a wink, only to twist on your right foot a moment later and send your clawed left hand into the throat of the General.
The Avengers all tense and prepare for a battle as the General gurgles on his own blood, and you lean in close to his ear so you can say, "Your first mistake was taking me from my family when I was just a little girl." He tries to pull your hand from his throat, but he is no match for your strength. Growling, you squeeze your hand that's still embedded in his throat. "And your last mistake was reintroducing me to Wanda, and giving me hope." Just as the alarms start to blare, you rip the General's throat out and let his limp body fall.
"Y/N?"
You glance up, smirking at Wanda and her wide-eyed expression. "Hello, little Maximoff." You flick your hand free of some of the blood and then smile at her companions. "Avengers." You nod at them in greeting.
"You remember."
You blink at her, not bothering to answer the obvious. Instead, you can hear walkie talkies going haywire outside the room and you turn around to glance up at the windows where you know others are watching. You mockingly wave at them with your bloodied hand and start pacing in the middle of the room, putting Wanda and the Avengers at your back. Looking up at the window, you let your smirk drop into a scowl. "You think you can take me from my family, torture and brainwash me, and then sic me on the only other family I've ever known?" You yell, seething. Cracking your neck, you let your rage take over and feel the bones shift uncomfortably in your face. Even your eyes burn and you know they're flaring an electric blue. "You're fools for thinking you could control me."
You feel a soft pressure on your wrist and immediately turn to growl at the person who dares touch you, but you lower your head in shame when you see it's just Wanda. She softly gasps and you try to turn away. "What did they do to you?" She asks as she gently grasps you by the chin to make you face her once more.
"What they do best?" You mumble, sharp teeth catching on your bottom lip. "They turned me into a monster."
Wanda's voice catches in her throat, but before she can say anything you're facing the door and stepping in front of her to shield her. Seven soldiers rush in, electrical prods gripped tight in hand.
"Why don't they have any guns?" You hear one of the Avengers ask.
"They must want her alive," someone else answers.
"If you don't stand down, we're going to have to resort to drastic measures," one HYDRA agent says.
"Then resort to them," you growl, "because now that I know Wanda is alive you're gonna have to kill one of us just to separate us again."
Wanda steps up next to you then, hands slowly rotating at the wrists as red energy floats around them. "And trust me, I am not so easily killed."
You can sense the Avengers all stepping into line behind you, but you don't bother looking at them. Instead, you focus on the threat in front of you and the fact they have more people gathering outside once the first line falls. Then from one second to the next, there's a silent command that sends the HYDRA agents into fight mode.
You break off from Wanda, drawing a few agents towards you. Your fighting skills come into play and it's easy for you to either block or withstand the shock of the electrical prods. However, the agents are not so lucky since you're going in for the kill. If you're not kicking in knees and snapping necks, your claws and teeth are digging into throats and ripping out flesh. You're roaring and snarling, and scaring most of the agents you come into contact with, but there are a select few which are all too happy to disobey orders and engage you in physical combat.
You take quite a few hits to the face and sides, and for a moment you're worried, but you have to push through and worry later.
You're not sure how long the fight lasts, but all you know is hat the last agent you claw until he's gurgling on his own blood is the last one to go down. Panting and heaving, electric blue eyes scan the room. All the Avengers are still standing, most of them don't even look like they participated in the fight, but all are watching you with wary eyes.
Wanda steps in your direction and you growl, but then stop the moment her hands go up to show you she means no harm. "It's over," she tells you, her accent heavy and reminding you of so long ago when you first took her under your wing. "If you want to leave, you need to calm down. My team has no idea who you are and you being so hostile makes them nervous."
"Team?" The word rumbles through your throat as your gaze jumps from person to person. "But where's Pietro?"
When your gaze lands back on Wanda, she's smiling softly. But that smile soon wobbles as she shakes her head. "He died a while back. I'm sorry."
You shake your head as you take a step back and Wanda quickly closes the distance between the two of you. She wraps her arms around until you lower your head to her shoulder and you sniffle quietly. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay. He died a hero," she says. "We saw the error of our ways and the Avengers took us in." You finally allow yourself to wrap your arms around her, breathing her in and calming your rage. When you feel yourself sag against her, you finally pick up your head and smile as she runs a finger down the bridge of your nose. "There you are."
"M'sorry."
"For?"
"For you having to see me that way. I didn't even know you were alive and then they just told me to dress and take care of a mice problem they had. I didn't know it was the Avengers."
"It's okay," Wanda assures you. "You did the right thing."
"Um, I hate to break up this crazy reunion, but we need to go."
You glance at the man with wings and nod. "That would be a good idea. They'll send more soldiers soon."
Captain America glances at Wanda. "Get her to the quinjet. We're gonna do a sweep of the base before bringing it down."
Wanda gives him a nod and then she's urging you to follow her. You follow her through the winding hallways and an elevator ride up to the surface, and you huff a quiet laugh when you see the destruction left in the Avengers' wake. Off in the distance there's a jet and Wanda wastes no time in leading you up the ramp, and onto a seat.
"Just wait right here." She rushes towards a door and you're surprised a small bathroom sits behind it. She grabs what appears to be a hand towel from inside and then walks over behind the cockpit of the jet, grabbing a bottle of water from inside a bench seat. Then walking back over to you, she gestures to your face. "You've got a lot of blood."
"Oh." You take the towel and water, and quickly wet the towel to start wiping off your face and hands. There's nothing you can do for your clothes, so you leave them be.
As you wait for the others to return, you fidget in your seat and exhale softly as you catch Wanda's gaze. "What made you guys hit this specific base?" You wonder. "They're usually very careful about the comings and goings so they didn't attract the wrath of the Winter Soldier."
Wanda smiles and takes a seat across from you. "Bucky has been going on a world tour of tearing down HYDRA bases in his free time. We think HYDRA got tired of it and wanted to lure us into a trap, so they sent us a video of you."
You frown. "Why me? And what video?"
"They wanted me to rush in and not be at one hundred percent, hoping I'd make a mistake," she says. "Bucky and Natasha believe HYDRA saw us getting close, so they separated us and told us the other had died so we'd follow them faithfully. And when they sent that video, I was stunned. I wanted to rush in and bring you home, but the team made me take a beat." Having stood up halfway through her explanation, Wanda had retrieved a tablet and tapped away at it. Handing it to you, you find a paused video on screen.
Pressing play, you watch yourself be tortured and experimented on, and taught to kill. You wrinkle your nose at how young you were and how sickly you were at one point until they found a method that took and made you what you currently are. You're so caught up in the video that you aren't paying attention to your surroundings and are surprised to see the Avengers walking up the ramp.
"Done already?" Wanda asks.
"All we have to do is detonate once we're up in the air."
Wanda exhales in relief and you meet the gaze of several Avengers who don't know what to think of you after seeing you rip through the HYDRA soldiers like it was nothing. To break the ice, you say the first thing that pops into your mind. "So that was fun."
Iron Man snorts as he walks on by, heading straight for the cockpit. "Great. Another murder-happy supersoldier."
"Uhh, I'm not a supersoldier," you say. The rest of the team glances at you and you go on to explain. "On the video, you all saw the man bite me. Right?" There are various forms of acknowledgement. "Well that's what turned me into what I am. A bite."
"A bite from what?" Black Widow wonders.
You shrug. "The best I can come up with is a werewolf."
Hawkeye snorts, but at your no nonsense expression he sobers up. "Oh. Uh, those exist?"
"I'm assuming so," you say. "I get extra rage-y during a full moon, so I'll probably have to be chained up when the next one comes around." Wanda looks startled at your confession, but you flash her a small grin. "It's fine. I'm used to it by now."
Everyone takes a moment before either taking a seat or steadying themselves, and then there's lift off. The quinjet rises higher and higher until it hovers mid-air. Captain America walks towards the cock-pit and after giving the all-clear you can hear a distant boom and concrete caving inward.
"Well that's another base down," Captain America says.
Exhaling in relief, you allow your eyes to close and relish the feeling of being free. Your moment of peace, however, is short lived when you feel eyes on you. Opening them, Captain America and the Winter Soldier are sitting across from you now. Wanda has taken the seat next to you and you smile as she lays her head on your shoulder.
"I know you've been through a lot, but we have some things we'd like to discuss," the good Captain says.
You nod. "Ask away."
"They wiped you over and over," the Winter Soldier says matter of factly. "Why didn't it take?"
"I honestly have no idea," you admit. "The first time, it took. I didn't know who I was or where I was."
"How did you break out of it?"
"Something one of the doctors said triggered a memory from when I was younger and it just snowballed from there. I started remembering, but a few months after that I was wiped again. The second time didn't take quite so well, but I still forgot. I just knew there was something missing and slowly but surely it started coming back," you say. "But then after I was bitten, the mind wipes completely stopped working. It hurt like hell and I learned to fake it until I could find a way out of there."
"We didn't find much on you," the Winter Soldier says. "Their computers were already self-destructing, but we did manage to find a book where they wrote down your trigger words. You don't mind if we say them to make sure you're telling the truth?"
Wanda's head immediately snaps up, no doubt ready to tell them to back off, and you grin at her protectiveness. "It's fine." She then turns to look at you in shock and you wave her off. "Honestly, it's fine. They don't work. I should seriously win an Oscar for best actress."
Hawkeye and the Black Widow stand on either side of Captain America and the Winter Soldier, and he slowly reads the words aloud after opening the book. "Blue. Full moon. Bitten. Beta. Wolf. Red."
Everyone seems to hold their breath and the corner of your lips quirk into a grin. "Still doubting me?"
Captain America huffs. "That's unbelievable."
"You've fought aliens and Asgardian princes, Captain. My broken mind should be the least unbelievable thing."
"Steve. My name's Steve," he says. "And you're not broken." Your grin falters as you blink at him in surprise. "And this is Bucky." The Winter Soldier nods at you and you return the sentiment.
"Clint," Hawkeye says.
"Natasha."
"Sam."
"And I'm Tony Stark, but I'm sure you knew that."
"Uh, sure," you slowly muse. When he squawks and turns around his seat, you huff a small laugh. "Of course I know who you are. I know who you all are thanks to HYDRA and their obsession with you. I just wasn't privy to the fact that Wanda was part of the team until now."
They take your word for it and now that with the knowledge that the trigger words do nothing to you, it seems to bring some ease to the group and everyone finally settles in. According to Wanda the jet ride is going to take a bit so you might as well make yourself comfortable.
About twenty minutes into the ride, you shift uncomfortably in your seat. You chalk it up to the fact the seats aren't really that comfortable to begin with, but when you move to stretch your back a little you feel a pang just to the right side of your abdomen. The pain causes you to still and when it lingers you close your eyes to concentrate on your hearing. Unfortunately, the roar of the jet's engines prevents you from hearing anything.
You abruptly stand up which causes every gaze to snap to you, but you pay them no mind. You feel a cramp suddenly take hold on your lower abdomen and you bend at the waist, breathing through it.
"Y/N?" Wanda calls out.
"Something's wrong." With those two words, you feel the tension in the jet amp up. Your hand goes to your side, rubbing there and then following towards the cramp in your lower abdomen. "Something's really wrong."
"What's going on?" She asks.
You whirl around, eyes burning and you don't even care that they're flaring blue at your friend. "Your magic. Can you feel things with it? Or people. Anything?" You ask in a rush.
"I- I don't know what you-"
"Can you feel someone's conscious or whatever! I need- I just-"
"Okay. Okay," she slowly stands up. "I can. Now tell me what's wrong."
You immediately grab her right hand and set it against your abdomen. "Tell me if you can feel anything." Your eyes burn again, this time with unshed tears. "I can't listen for a heartbeat over the jet's engine."
As your words sink in, Wanda's eyes widen. "You're pregnant."
"Holy shit," you hear someone mutter behind you.
"It hurts." You finally allow the tears to fall. "It's not supposed to hurt."
"How- how far along?"
"Three and a half months. Please, Wanda, I can't-"
Without further prompting, Wanda's eyes glow red. You glance down and see her hand glow red as well, her magic then slowly encircling your abdomen. After what feels like an eternity, she slowly smiles. "There it is." Her gaze darts up to you and the red fades away. "I can feel him. Or her."
You choke back a sob, your hand flying to your mouth to muffle it. Wanda immediately embraces you and you sink into the comfort she's offering you. Then after a moment there's a hand on your shoulder that doesn't belong to Wanda and you lift your head up to see Sam.
"Hey girl, mind if I check you out? You fought awfully hard back at the base and given your condition I'd be more at ease if I knew everything was good."
Your brow furrows. "You're a doctor?"
"No, but I've got some training bandaging people up for the real docs. The most I can do for you right now is check for tender spots so I can report back to the doctor at the compound and insert an IV."
You look to Wanda for her opinion and she nods to let you know it's okay. Then looking back at Sam, you nod. "Okay."
Clint immediately pulls down a cot from where it was folded against the quinjet wall and Sam gestures for you to lay down. He instructs you to lift your shirt and you do so, lifting it until it's bunched beneath your bust. "Okay so I already see some bruising."
His fingertips touch the side of your abdomen and you automatically growl. He freezes and you wince. "Sorry. Instincts."
He chuckles. "It's okay. Given what you apparently are and the circumstances, that's to be expected. Am I good to proceed?"
"Yeah." You inhale shakily. "You're good."
Sam continues his brief examination, pressing here and there around your abdomen for any tender spots. You wince at one particular push and he quietly apologizes. When he's done, he leans back. "You're definitely gonna have to be checked out as soon as we get to the compound."
"Understood."
"But I'd like to get an IV started if that's okay. With you being pregnant and under HYDRA's care, I rather get some fluids in you that I know haven't been tampered with."
"Yeah. Yeah, that's fine."
You sit up and Wanda walks over to sit next to you on the cot, taking your hand between both of hers to offer you some semblance of comfort. Steve gets up to go speak with Tony and you ignore the quiet conversation they're obviously having about you. You can feel various stares on you, but you keep your gaze dead ahead and manage to keep from fidgeting or lashing out.
You don't know when, but you end up dozing off against Wanda. Then the next time you're conscious, you're being gently shaken awake and you watch as everyone starts to disembark the jet.
"We're home," Wanda murmurs. "Are you ready for this?"
"Yeah."
Slightly stretching, you're apprehensive about any sort of pain flaring but it never comes. You're thankful for it and then stand up to walk side-by-side with Wanda. Arm hooked through hers, you follow her off the jet and into the sleekest building you've ever laid eyes on. Sam is waiting for you, alongside a woman who smiles kindly at you. She introduces herself as Doctor Cho and you readily follow after her.
The labs make you apprehensive, but Wanda and Sam assure you everything is fine. Doctor Cho has you change into an unflattering medical gown and she talks through everything right before she does it so you're not caught off guard. All in all, being poked and prodded by this woman is a lot more pleasant than when HYDRA's doctors did it.
After a while, Doctor Cho comes back with a tablet in hand. You can see she wants to ask for privacy, but you immediately let her know that you're okay with Wanda and Sam hearing everything. Since you're staying wherever Wanda is, it's only fair the others know what's going on with you so there are no secrets.
Smiling, Doctor Cho glances at the tablet before looking up at you. "So everything seems to be completely normal," she says. Sam and Wanda exhale in relief. "Sam mentioned some bruising around your abdomen when he first walked in, but there is no sign of any bruising whatsoever. You and the baby seem one hundred percent healthy given everything you've through."
"I heal fast," you quietly admit. "I'm not sure why it took so long for me to feel the pain, but I panicked because of the baby and I wasn't thinking straight back on the jet."
"As an expecting mother, it's normal to panic. I had first hand experience with Mr. Stark's wife a few years back. Panicking is normal, but you just have to remember to breathe and take it one step at a time."
"Easier said than done," you mumble.
Doctor Cho chuckles. "Well for the next few weeks, I want you to take it easy. I'm not putting you on bed rest because of your accelerated healing, but I don't want you doing any strenuous activity."
"Don't worry," Wanda muses. "I'll make sure her butt is planted on the sofa at all times."
"Well okay then," Doctor Cho says. "I have some clothes for you if you want so you don't have to get back into that suit."
"I'd like that. Thank you."
"And if you're up for it, I'd like to see you again next week so we can make sure you and baby are still heading on the right track. I'll even order in some prenatal vitamins and a few others that you're lacking."
You nod. "Okay. That sounds good."
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Reconnecting with Wanda had been easy. You were happy that she and Pietro got away from HYDRA when they did, even if Pietro didn't get to enjoy his freedom, and she was sad that you had been under HYDRA's thumb this entire time. But a little wine (for Wanda) and a lot of grape juice (for you), and the two of you were chatting like you hadn't missed any time at all.
After that, settling in at the Avengers' compound was a lot easier than you anticipated. Everyone, with the exception of Tony and Clint, lived just behind the compound in a new building that had been erected not too long ago and it was a lot more homely than you were expecting. You had moved in with Wanda for the meantime, keeping to her quarters so as to not step on any toes. But on the rare chance you decided to stretch your legs, you were surprised that the others would cordially start a conversation with you to see how you were doing.
Then after several visits with Doctor Cho where she continued to tell you that you and baby were doing extremely well, Wanda decided to have a family dinner in celebration.
"So who's all going to be here again?" You ask, already looking through the refrigerator.
"Just the usual," Wanda tells you. "I didn't want Clint and Tony to have to drag their families out here, but they do check in every now and then. They're happy you're settling in."
You snort, shutting the refrigerator door and standing straight. "Are you sure that's it and it's not because I haven't ravaged anyone to death?"
"Y/N.."
"I'm only joking." You grin. "Now can you please contact the others and tell them to hurry up? I'm starving!"
Grinning, Wanda takes her phone in hand and starts tapping away. She chuckles at something on her screen a few moments later, but before you can ask what's so funny you hear several individuals approaching. The aroma of the food hits you next and your mouth immediately starts watering. Steve, Bucky, Natasha, and Sam walk in- each and every one of them carrying various bags of takeout.
"Hey Y/N, think you got a little drool there," Sam says, gesturing to the corner of his mouth.
And without missing a beat, you say, "Not only am I a pregnant woman, Samuel, but I'm a pregnant wolf. I will eat you if you don't stop teasing me."
Sam gasps in offence as everyone else chuckles, and then they're setting the food down on the table to start unloading it as Wanda asks you to help her with utensils and drinks. But the second you turn back towards the table and see all the food laid out, you pause and take it all in. And then promptly burst into tears.
Everyone seems startled, but you're quick to get yourself under control. Sniffling and then wiping the tears away, you say, "I'm sorry. It's just that there's so much food!"
Steve is the first to chuckle. "You're crying because there's a lot of food?"
"Well yeah. You brought all this food and you're not expecting anything from me." Steve's smile instantly vanishes. "HYDRA would offer me nice things, but it always came at a price."
Sam whistles lowly. "Well that just took a turn for the depressing." A beat passes and then, "Come on, little momma. Come grab some grub."
Wanda smiles kindly at you and you finish making your way to the table. You end up with her at your side and Bucky across from you, and a table full of food laid out in front of you. Then the second Natasha reaches for pan fried dumplings, you reach for one of the largest burgers you've ever seen and a whole tray of fries. You groan at the first taste and proceed to finish it off in five more bites. You eat some fries and then stare at the remaining burgers with longing.
"Go ahead," Natasha tells you. "We have more than enough."
You sheepishly grin in her direction and grab another hamburger, devouring it without a care in the world.
But then when you eye the sushi and reach for it, you gasp when the chopsticks in Bucky's hand whack the back of your hand. "No. Raw fish is bad for pregnant women."
A growl unconsciously slips free and the whole table freezes. But then the situation you're in sinks in and you roll your eyes as you pull your hand back into your lap. "Then just say so, Barnes. Don't whack me. I'm not a damn dog." You're scowling at him, but then your words sink in when you see the corner of his lips twitch. "Oh shut up."
The whole table laughs and you shake your head, grinning as you then reach for a container of Chinese noodles that smell absolutely divine.
Later, stuffed full and laying across a sofa, the whole lot of you are relaxing as the TV plays some random TV show Sam had put on. A commercial comes on for pampers and you groan. "I am not looking forward to diaper duty."
Wanda chuckles, but it's Natasha who asks, "So you plan on keeping the baby?" You startle at the question, glancing over at her. "I mean everyone just kind of figured you wouldn't want to given the circumstances of when and where you became pregnant, so-"
"No, I get it," you tell her. "When HYDRA first told me the plan of birthing them a soldier, I kind of lost it. I pretty much went feral at the idea of forcefully having a baby." Gulping, you quickly sit up to explain all that went down. "They wanted to breed me," you sneer, "and they had to sedate me for their chosen soldier to just enter the same room." Immediately your nose tingles, everyone's anger wafting off of them in waves. "Unfortunately for them, they forgot to take into account that my metabolism burned through everything ten times faster than a normal human and I came to just as my pants were being unbuttoned. The guy barely had time to smirk before I ripped his throat out. With my teeth."
The men all stare at you in various stages of shock, but Wanda and Natasha both smirk. "Atta girl," the redheaded assassin muses.
"Killing their top candidate was a big upset, so they attempted to wipe me again," you say with a shrug. "But when the higher-ups got wind of an unscheduled wipe, they came down to see what that was all about. Needless to say, they were not impressed with their Doc's breeding tactics. Doc One took a bullet between the eyes and they brought in Doc Two who was a big fan of artificial insemination." Everyone winces. "Pregnancies one and two didn't stick, so they tried pregnancy three with a sample they had in the freezer. I don't know who the father is, but HYDRA was really ecstatic when month three came along and the two of us were still in good health."
"And you're okay with keeping this baby?" Wanda softly asks.
"I kind of have to be. This baby," you say while gently touching your abdomen, "is half me and half someone else who I'm pretty sure is enhanced. Even if I thought adoption was an option, I don't think I could live with myself knowing a piece of me was somewhere out there."
Everyone takes a moment after your story sinks in, thinking about all that you've been while in HYDRA's control. Afterwards, Steve clears his throat. "So before anyone goes overboard with baby stuff, we're gonna have to put you in your own apartment." He smiles when he notices he catches you off guard with that. "No need to overflow Wanda's apartment with baby things when we have plenty of room to spread out still."
"A-Are you sure?" You ask. "I was ready to start looking elsewhere for a place to live, but-"
"No. HYDRA will be on the lookout for you and that baby," Wanda says. "You're staying here where they won't dare to infiltrate."
You glance at each present Avenger, taking in their pleasant expressions and sniffing them out for any hints of deceit. Finding none, you allow yourself to relax and grin. "Okay then. We'll stay here."
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Cohabitating with the Avengers is nothing like you expected. Everyone's guard is down while at home and everyone likes spending time together in the communal spaces when there's not a mission for them to be worrying about. Sam especially gets a kick out of seeing how your appetite holds up against the two supersoldiers and he's impressed that you can eat the same amount or sometimes more.
And when the full moon is less than a week away, it's not just you who's worried about it.
Tony flies in when they notice you're quick to anger and they quickly clean out the hulk proof room that hasn't been used in quite some time. Steve and Wanda take charge, asking what would make you most comfortable, and you admit that anything with your scent on it will do. But what catches everyone off guard is that you sheepishly request something with their scent on it as well and you have to embarrassingly admit that it's a werewolf thing. With you spending so much time with them, you've kind of latched on and your wolf considers them yours.
Everyone is game to get you whatever you need and within half an hour they've got your bed set up in the room, and blankets and pillows from those you'd been living with these past couple of weeks. Everyone takes care to not annoy you the couple days leading up to the full moon, and then you're encouraged to go ahead and settle in the room the day you snarl at Tony for making a puppy joke.
Wanda sits in an armchair in the room as you sit against your headboard, talking about anything and everything as you practice some of Bruce's meditation tips. The door to the room is open for now, and every now and then you can hear someone pass by to quietly check in.
No one needs to tell you when the moon's reached its apex because you can feel the change within you. Your breathing becomes a little heavier and your fidgeting is no doubt more apparent. Sweat starts to bead along your hairline and you curl your fingers inward so as to not shred any of your bedding when you feel your claws suddenly elongate.
"Y/N..?"
"Wanda." You inhale deeply and slowly release it. "I think it's time you go."
You hear the armchair creak under Wanda's weight. "What? I can-"
"Go." You exhale deeply once more, slowly glancing up and eyes burning blue. "You need to go."
A growl slips free and then Steve's immediately in the doorway. "Wanda, come on."
Your gaze stays glued to Wanda as she cautiously stands and she smartly walks backwards to the door rather than giving you her back. And the second the door slides shut, you're leaping out of bed and pacing the entirety of the room. Your agitation ends up getting the best of you and you end up ripping your shirt off, thankful that you had been talked into wearing a sports bra underneath.
The walls are opaque, but the second a voice comes over an intercom you're whirling around to glare at the exact spot where everyone is congregated around screens and keeping watch over you. "Y/N, you need to calm down. Your heartbeat is way too fast."
You snarl and a fist flies towards the wall. There's a loud thump, but they put you in a hulk-proof room for a reason. No matter how much strength you have, you won't make a single crack in the glass.
As you pace all around the room, you growl and roar out your agitation.
Fortunately for you, you have a fair amount of control and you never resort to harming yourself. You do, however, tire of pacing and your bed looks all too welcoming. So once you deem it safe enough to let your guard down, you crawl into bed and surround yourself with the various pillows and blankets of your pack.
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The following morning when you wake up, Doctor Cho whisks you away for an evaluation to make sure the full moon didn't affect the baby. And once you're given the all clear, Wanda and Sam lure you into the kitchen with a promise of a hearty breakfast.
You're more tired than usual, but you manage to perch on one of the bar stools at the kitchen island, setting your elbow on the island top and setting your chin in the palm of your hand. Wanda starts to slice up some avocados when you notice there's an itch under your skin that's telling you you need to do something, but you aren't sure what. The feeling amps up as the time ticks on by, but before you can get up and start pacing in agitation there's an arm draping around your shoulders.
The familiar scent of Steve overwhelms you and you feel yourself automatically lean towards him. He chuckles. "How are you feeling?"
"Like I wanna snuggle the hell out of you," you mumble. Leaning away from him, you turn on your stool and part your knees, pulling Steve as close to you as possible. "Seriously, just hug me. I need to scent everyone again."
Sam snorts from his spot at the stove and Steve happily obliges you. Your arms wrap around his waist and you lay the side of your face against Steve's chest, a happy rumble slipping free as Steve embraces you back. "I don't know why you're laughing, Wilson. I'm cuddling all of you."
After about five minutes, you let Steve go and you readily drag Wanda into his vacant spot. She laughs, but hugs you back the moment your arms go around her. You shove your face into the side of her neck and you can't resist rubbing your cheek along her shoulders.
Sam ends up getting the same exact treatment right before breakfast is served up and since Natasha isn't really a hugger, she does sit next to you and allows you to at least drape one of your legs over hers underneath the table.
Afterwards, instead of heading back towards the apartment you share with Wanda, you eye Bucky who's sitting on the couch with a book in his right hand. And though he's been perfectly cordial with you since you've been brought in, you knew better than to just approach him out of the blue like you can with Wanda, Sam, and Steve.
Steve chuckles as he sees your hesitance, but he offers you no help in broaching the cuddling topic with his best friend. However, just as you enter Bucky's peripheral, he readily lifts his left arm that had been resting on the armrest. You sigh in relief and crawl in Bucky's lap, sitting sideways and laying your head on his shoulder. His metal arm curls around your back and his hand which he's holding the book settles down atop your knees.
You soak in Bucky's warmth and scent, and before you know it your eyelids get heavier and heavier.
The click of a phone's camera sounds and Bucky glances up to see Wanda pointing her phone at him. "What?" She feigns innocence. "It's adorable."
"She's exhausted," he says. "I'd fall asleep anywhere too if I had to go through what she did."
"I can take her if you want," Wanda says. "Float her on back to our apartment."
"No. It's fine," he's quick to assure her. "I wasn't planning on moving anytime soon anyway."
Wanda nods, hiding her grin as she walks towards the elevator where Steve and Sam are already waiting. Getting in, all three individuals smirk at Bucky cradling a sleeping pregnant werewolf in his lap.
"If she names that pup after Barnes, I'm throwing hands," Sam says.
Wanda laughs. "I don't think she's thinking about naming her child after a man she's only known for a couple of weeks, Sam."
"Well some would think that one would not sleep in the lap of someone they've only known for a couple of weeks, but here we are," Steve then says. "Unless it's a werewolf thing."
Wanda, Steve, and Sam take a moment to think about it before Sam says, "I got twenty that says those two end up hooking up before the baby bump makes itself known."
"What? No way." Wanda shakes her head. "I have twenty that says she's just extra cuddly because she's hormonal and just came down from the full moon."
"Guys," Steve admonishes them. A moment later, he grins. "Twenty says a real attraction grows and those two end up together."
"You're on, Rogers."
Author's Note: So you guys wanna give me baby name suggestions? And gender suggestions?
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you’re still here : s.r
spencer watched you die in his arms, believing you were gone forever. but when he learns the truth that you’re alive in london, he can’t help but wonder why you’ve hidden away for so long. (2.4k)
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“No, no, no Y/n, please,” Spencer pleads as he holds you close, his arms wrapped around you as your body becomes weaker by the passing second. “please don’t go,” His cries intensify as his arms shake, watching as your eyes begin to close. “no, please.”
“I’m sorry,” You manage to whisper as tears fall from Spencer’s eyes, the last sight you ever saw as your eyes closed, and your head fell back.
“No,” Spencer mutters, shaking you lightly. “no, you can’t be, no!” His cries turn to yells as Morgan approaches him slowly, resting his hand on Spencer’s shoulder as it shakes violently.
“Reid,” Morgan sighs, afraid to look down and see you lifeless in Spencer’s arms. “it’s over, I, I’m sorry.”
Looking over his shoulder, the rest of the team with solemn faces walk over and shield around Spencer whilst the police take care of Jason Lodgings; your murderer.
“Come on, Spence,” JJ speaks softly as she kneels beside Spencer as tears fill her eyes.
“I’m not leaving her.” Spencer states firmly, still not letting you go from his embrace.
“Reid,” Hotch calls out, his voice firm as he stands tall, watching as Lodgings walks away in handcuffs, glancing down with sorrow at the blood oozing from your cream jumper, dripping onto the wooden floorboards. “we have to go.” Hotch tells the team as they slowly rise to their feet, not wanting to start an argument with their superior.
Closing his eyes, Spencer releases a shaky breath as he gently lowers you to the ground. He pushes your hair out from your face and brushes his fingers across your cheek for the last time.
“Goodbye, Y/n.” Spencer whispers to you as he stands up and turns around, ignoring JJ’s open arms and walks out.
*
London, England - Two years later
It was always going to catch up with you, this life was a mere facade for your sake to have a sense of normality, but normality was never something you wanted.
Nearly two years had passed by since they last saw you. You hadn’t seen Garcia flirting with Morgan, heard JJ talk about Henry with such joy or avoided the stern looks Hotch shot over when you joked with Rossi and Emily for two years. But the one thing you’ve missed more than anything was seeing Spencer smile. You missed everything about Spencer, but seeing his smile brought a sense of indescribable joy.
This was never going to last forever, and you knew that coming into the situation. Hotch and Emily helped you figure out what to do, where to go in order to keep you safe. But keeping you safe meant everyone believing you were dead in the eyes of Jason Lodgings and his team, otherwise, they’d kill your team, your family off one by one just to get to you.
Having experienced the trauma from Emily’s ‘death’ you knew this wasn’t going to be easy on the team. You were lying in Spencer’s arms, close to death as you heard him cry for you. Every part of your body screamed to react, to tell him you’d see him again soon. If only you could have, just to provide him with some sense of relief in the long term. Yet if you did, it would’ve ruined the entire plan.
Wandering through Hyde Park, you knew he was close by. Maybe he had seen you already and was too afraid to believe it. The last time you spoke to anyone you knew was a year ago in Paris with Emily.
* Paris, France - One year Ago *
“How are they all?” You question as she sits down opposite you, files in hand as she places them on the table.
“They’re healing,” She answers, sliding the files across as you grab your bag, putting them inside without any hesitation. “it’ll get easier, but they’ll always miss you.” Emily sighs knowingly. “That contains everything you’ll need to get to London and set up a life there. But please, don’t trust anyone easily, Y/n.” She warns you as you nod.
Rising to your feet, you shrug your bag back onto your shoulder as you look down to one of your oldest friends for the last time. “Thank you, Emily.” You smile to her, wishing you could say more.
“Stay safe, okay?” She tells you, unable to form more words as thousands hover behind her lips. “I’ll be in touch soon.”
With a nod, you turn on your heels and walk down the street, not daring to look back as you’ve got to carry on.
*
Exhaling deeply, you bury your hands further into your coat pockets. Autumn was approaching as the Summer nights came to an end. You can’t help but kick through the piles of leaves that line the pathways as children giggle with their parents behind you.
“Did you know after June 21st, the Summer Solstice the sun’s direct rays will begin to shift southward from the Tropic of Cancer toward Earth’s equator?” You can’t help but tense as you hear his voice, filled with pain behind you. “As a result, the summer days become shorter, but that isn’t noticeable for a few weeks until late August when we near Fall.”
With a heavy heart, you begin to turn around and face the one person you owe the most to.
Your eyes remain locked on his feet, an old pair of sneakers lined with dried mud. Slowly, you raise your gaze past his trousers and toward the knitted sweatshirt vest, one you remember vividly even after all this time. As your eyes reach his shoulders, you can see his hair is long again and you can’t help but want to reach out and run your fingers through it like you once did.
“Hi,” You breathe out, unable to meet his scared gaze. “hi, Spencer.” You mutter, tearing apart the tissue in your left pocket as your nerves spread through your system, igniting undiscovered anxieties about this situation.
Spencer remains silent, taking in the sight before him. He never thought he’d see you again, the last time he saw you he held your lifeless body in his arms as he cried for you to stay with him. Yet you’re here, in London, alive.
“Do you wanna sit down?” You motion to the nearest vacant bench, and Spencer walks alongside you without saying a word.
Sitting down beside him, the gap between you feels too big. You’re used to the times of sitting together on the jet, resting your head on his shoulder and drifting off peacefully.
“Been up to much whilst here?” You ask, unsure what else to say. You can see out of the corner of your eye he’s looking straight ahead at the squirrels scaling the trees like buildings in the city.
“Why?” Spencer breaks his silence, his voice firm with you which takes you back by surprise.
“I,” You pause, lowering your head in defeat as you stare at the faint scar on your hand from the initial knife wound that Jason struck you with. “I had no choice.” You admit, hearing the gunfire as you blink away the memory.
“Everyone has a choice, Y/n, always.” He reminds you and just hearing him say your name causes your heart to drop. “You could’ve told us, we would’ve kept you safe, you know I,” Spencer pauses as he exhales his frustration. “we could’ve protected you.”
“I know, Spence,” You mutter, now turning to look up at him for the first time. “but I couldn’t do it, Hotch and Emily assured everyone would be safer this way.” You try to explain as you see the pain that lines his eyes, the heartache held in his gaze as he focuses on you.
He looks older, still sleep-deprived, but there’s a hint of happiness in the lines that surround his lips. A reassurance that he does have good days, the one thing you wished he'd have since you left.
“So you just left knowing we thought you died in my arms? Do you have any idea how I felt?” He’s angry, and rightfully so. “I, I thought I meant more to you than that, Y/n.” His anger subsides as his voice softens, his defences down.
You can’t help but reach out as you look at your hand on top of his, not daring to move it as you study his reaction.
“You’re the most important person to me, Spencer.” You reason, feeling his hand take a hold of yours, resting it in his palm as he curls his fingers over your hand, refusing to let go. “That’s why I had to let you believe I was gone, as Lodgings’ team would know, they’d always know and you would be in danger because of me.”
Spencer shakes his head. “We would’ve found a way, we, we,” He stumbles over his words as you squeeze his hand.
“You think me faking my death was plan A, Spence?” You chuckle, noticing a faint smile crossing his lips. “That was plan Z, actually version 3 plan Z if we’re being specific.”
“Did you ever plan on coming back?” Spencer quietly questions as his words linger around you for a moment as you slip your hand out from his.
“What did Emily tell you, Spence?” You ask, looking up at him as you hide your hands in your coat pockets, picking at the tissue once more.
“Besides the fact you’re alive and in London?” He nervously chortles, catching you rolling your eyes playfully. “She said you were doing okay, and that you were safe here.”
“I am, with Lodgings’ team having been sentenced, I’m no longer a target to them. My life is my own again, I can finally carry on living it.” Looking up, you watch as pigeons fly overhead, swarming down on the chunks of bread left for the swans. “But I made an agreement with Hotch, I’d stay away for at least three years. Three years to ensure my safety and for Lodgings’ team to be dismantled and dealt with.”
“Three years.” Spencer repeats, and you nod along. “You’re not planning on coming home, are you?” Your silence answers his question without you needing to respond. “I understand, Y/n. Three years is a long time to be gone from us all, and people change.” He reasons to himself more than to you. “I, we all thought you were gone, and finding out you’re alive I,” His voice trails off as he clenches his jaw, fighting his emotions that have been pent up for so long.
“Spence,” You mumble his name as tears fall from his eyes. “I want to come home, I do. I just don’t know if it’s home anymore.”
“Home is where the heart is.” Spencer comments.
“Elvis Presley.” You chuckle, lifting your hand up as you wipe away his tears, feeling him tense momentarily from your touch.
“Please don’t go, Y/n.” Spencer whispers as he lifts his hand up, resting it on top of yours as you cup his cheek. “I want to be selfish, I don’t want to lose you again if I don’t have to.”
Tears glaze your eyes as Spencer scans your face for any uncertainty. “Six months, Spence.” The words are barely audible for anyone passing by, but you know he heard you.
“One hundred and eighty-two point five days.” He nods as you lower your hand from his cheek, but he still keeps his on top of yours. “Then you’ll come home?”
“I can’t promise, Spence.” You know lying would be useless with him, you were never the most confident liar around him. “But before I go, I just want to tell you something.”
“Anything.” Spencer responds in a heartbeat, his entire body facing you now as you lower your gaze and take a steady breath.
“When you held me in your arms as I was,” Even after all this time, you still struggle saying the word. “well, fading, there was one thing I couldn’t help but think as you pleaded for me to stay.”
Spencer edges closer, your thighs touching as the previous gap between you both on the bench is gone. “What was it?”
“I wanted to tell you how much I care for you, how much I love you. And I wanted to thank you for being there for me through everything.” Your eyes remain locked on his as you pour your heart out to him, knowing if you don’t say it now, you never will. “But I didn’t have enough life in me to say all that then.” You nervously laugh. “So I thought I’d say it now, as it’s still true. You are a wonderful person Spencer Reid.”
A comfortable silence falls between you both as echoes of children's laughter surrounds you. And for the first time in years, you feel perfectly content.
“You know, Rossi once told me something,” Spencer speaks up, looking down at your hand as he brushes his thumb over the scar Jason caused. “scars show us where we have been, they do not dictate where we are going.”
“Wise words from a wise man.” You comment quietly as Spencer pauses.
“I know you have scars, Y/n. Externally and internally. But I’ll always be here, wherever you chose to be.” A small sweet smile lines Spencer’s lips as you focus on him, wishing there was so much more you could say. “And I’ll always love you, I’ll always miss you. But if I know you’re healing, then that is all that matters.” He lifts your hand up to his lips, kissing it softly before lowering it back to your lap, unaware of your heart-shattering in your chest.
“I’ll see you soon, Spence.” You tell him as he stands up, hands resting in his jacket pockets as he sways back and forth on his heels.
“One hundred and eighty-two point five days, Y/n.” He reminds you, and you can’t help but laugh and Spencer joins in too for a moment and everything feels okay again, just for a second. “I’ll be holding you to it.” He smiles to you one last time as he sees the glint in your eyes falter. “Bye Y/n.”
“Bye Spencer.” You wave to him as you turn around, walking down separate paths once more, unsure when you’ll next reunite.
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oppabimbab · 3 years
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risky and freaky | kim namjoon
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genre: smut
starring: namjoon x reader
synopsis: he has been busy with online meetings but you’re horny. what a risky combination
words: 2,730 words ( a very quick one )
tags: slight dom reader, handjob, bl*w!job, fingering, slight dom namjoon, cl*t tease, degrad!ng, unprotected s*x, hot!namjoon, submissive reader
side notes: namjoon is really hot for some unique reason so i made this after have been stucked with jk and taehyung fics for so long. actually, im a bad writer idont even know what im doing but tq so much for reading this :D
STAY SAFE EVERYONE. WEAR YOUR MASKS AND NEVER GO OUT IF YOU DONT HAVE ANY IMPORTANT THINGS TO DO.
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A faint chatter sound can be heard from Namjoon’s studio as he is casually playing a sneak peek of his new composed song to his team through the Zoom meeting.
This has become his daily routine ever since the quarantine started in your area because of the damn virus. Honestly, you don’t really care about quarantine since you’re doing it with your boyfriend. That means you have so many hours to spend with him, doing things both of you love and plus, you could rest as much as you want.
Few days of quarantine seems nice and all but things turn into something different than you thought. Namjoon becomes extremely busy with his online meetings. From days to nights, he will do some sort of camping in his studio—completely forgot that he has life other than those damn composing shit. Especially his sex life.
You’re not happy, obviously. Rather than being sad or angry, you feel more needy and desperate every time he didn’t give you the attention you needed. Plus, Namjoon in that casual t-shirt and sweatpants? Of course, you’re horny. He is so hot.
You lean against the door—looking at him who probably can’t see you over there. But, surprisingly, he sees you.
He looks away from the screen and glances at you for few seconds while raising his brows before he mouthed, “What’s up, baby?”.
You don’t say anything as you help yourself from pouting at him. It’s really frustrating. Not gonna lie. He is there in one of the God-knows-how-many meetings he has done with the other members. The meeting seems chaotic and loud with laughter from the boys.
After few seconds, you come closer to him and lean against the desk—being cautious for not getting in the camera so the boys won’t see you in Namjoon’s shirt with only panties and no bra.
“Guys, I need some break. Go on without me,” he says as he turns off the mic and camera before he brings his eyes to you.
“What’s wrong, baby? Do you need something?” He places his big hands on your hip, giving it a small pat while he stares into your eyes with curiosity.
“I miss you,” you say. What a clingy bitch.
He raises his brows in amusement before chuckling.
“I’ll be done in 1 hour. I promise you okay?”
You frown.
“You said that 2 hours ago?”
“Did I?”
You nod with frowned face. So he wants you to wait for another hour before you could suck his cock? Hilarious.
“I really promise you. I’ll give you whatever you want once I’m done with these. Alright?” he rubs your thigh casually while smiling but little did he know, it’s arousing you in the wildest way ever. You get butterflies everywhere and the knot in your stomach is getting crazy.
Before you could say anything, Namjoon averts his attention back on the screen before turning on the camera and mic. He signals you to wait or probably leaves the room. The meeting goes back to the most chaotic ever—leaving you here with crazy arousal. What a torture.
He might want you to wait for another hour but it doesn’t seem that way to you. Not at all when you slowly get off from the desk and get on your knees. Quietly, you slip in between his legs under the desk. You immediately witness such horror look on Namjoon’s face as he looks down at you but nothing comes out from his mouth.
He can’t say anything, can he?
“I’ll be quiet,” you whisper at him and he seems speechless. Without letting him to protest, you trail your hand closer to his clothed shaft under that thick sweatpants. Namjoon almost jerks when you finally palm them inside your small hand. A familiar liquid feels coming out from your cunt at the touch.
“So big, your cock,” your eyes stare at the bulge—completely mesmerised at the size even this is not your first time touching or even seeing it. Namjoon’s eyes are glued on the screen even you clearly can see how intimidated he has become—all because of your touch. Of course. He likes this.
“You like this?” you whisper in a very needy voice while looking at him.
You keep grabbing, rubbing and touching the shaft but there is barely any whimper or such moan from him, making you want more. You need more.
His eyes become bigger when you reach for the strap of his pant and immediately pull them down. He catches your hand and mouthed, “What are you doing?!”. Completely ignoring him, you pull the sweatpants down until his bulge under the boxer finally come to your sight. Without no doubt, you grab them quickly and it’s making Namjoon to let out a small whimper, a very faint one.
“Huh? What’s wrong with you dude?” you heard Yoongi’s voice from the screen. Namjoon immediately turns pale. Holy shit, this is fun.
“Nothing. It’s cold here,” he makes up some weird excuse while rubbing the back of his head. You know he wants to look down at you but it will just make the other boys become suspicious so he just let you do whatever you want to do. That’s the best part.
Enough with the clothed service, you pull his boxer in such speed—making his huge cock sprung to your sight in a very delicious way. You could feel how wet your panty is.
They’re huge, long and hard—your mouth probably is going to sore so fucking bad after this. You stare at it for few seconds before you look up at him, waiting for his reactions.
You meet his eyes. They’re darkened. His pupil seems dilated. Gosh, he is fucking hot.
“Do you want me to suck it?” you whisper while giving a soft peck on the bruised tip. There is a pre-cum on it and you lick it clean—causing his hips to move slightly. Namjoon don’t give any reactions but he immediately runs his fist in your hairs before pulling your face closer to his shaft.
It’s crazy that he could keep such a straight face while his dick is this hard. You smile before opening your mouth to take his length into your mouth—completely burying his hardened shaft inside your mouth until the tip reaches your throat.
As you’re adjusting to his size, slowly, your head starts to move up and down—sucking every parts of his cock. You never take him fully before because of his size but this time, you try to taste every parts of the length and you’re not disappointed of it even you feel like choking yourself. He jerks his hip towards you, reaching your throat before you could hear another faint whimper coming from him..
Honestly, it’s not only him. You feel good too. Licking, rubbing and kissing the veins along the cocks—you try to help yourself from moaning no matter how good this feels like. You trail a finger to your wet clit and touch it —spreading the cunty liquid all over them. The damn meeting really makes you and him become this oddly quiet for something erotic. You definitely aren’t this quiet when giving or receiving sex.
Slowly, you pull down your panty and flinch a little at the cold on your bare pussy.
Wanting to see his reactions, you look up while clenching your mouth around the hardened shaft and pumping them in your hand up and down. The veins in his neck and arms are popping to the point you don’t really care about anything else right now. He needs to wreck the fuck outta you now. The saliva keeps drenching along your neck—making the wet sound echoes through the room.
“Baby.....,” you moan as the knot in your stomach is driving you crazy.
“Hsss. Babe, I—ugh fuck,” he curses, out of breath. It’s pretty loud for someone who is in a meeting but you don’t really care about it.
“Baby.....I want you inside me,” you mewls—rubbing his cock in between your hands while looking at him straight into the eyes. You never been this needy before, what exactly quarantine has done to you?
Without answering you, he suddenly stands up on his feet as he fists your hair harder before thrusting his hip even deeper into your mouth—fucking your mouth like an aggressive beast. A soft moan escapes your mouth as you try to catch up with his pace.
“Yes, yes. Take my big cock with that pretty mouth of yours,” He grunts in every thrust without taking the eye contacts off you Tears prick in the corner of your eyes but it feels too good for you to stop.
After few more thrust, you could feel his cock grow bigger and harder as it twitches inside your mouth. You know He is getting closer when he breathes faster and a small breathy grunts come out from his mouth.
“Do you want to taste my cum, baby? Are you going to swallow it all, huh?” his deep voice is echoing throughout the room—making it’s hard to not moan at the pleasure.
You nod softly. He smiles before he takes his shaft out of your mouth with a loud pop—rubbing the length for few seconds as his seed is plastering on all over your face and mouth as you already stick your tongue out like a puppy. Namjoon is twitching when he cums—probably feel really good the oral you just gave. You lick every drops of the white semen coming from the tip—cleaning them by sucking the cock for one last time.
“Fuck, you’re freaky, do you know that?” he says in breathy voice—running a hand through his hair while his dick still few inches away from your face. Still hard as fuck
“Are your members okay with us moaning just now?” you ask, innocently while still licking his cum on your lips. You know he’s got them camera and mic turned off.
His jaw is clenched, showing off the veins along his neck. He is mad, huh.
“Get up,” he commands seriously and in a blink of eyes, you did what he told you to do so. The crazy thing is you never want to look away from his sexy eyes.
“Turn around and spread your legs wide,”
Hiding a smile, you turn around so you’re facing the screen and it’s immediately making you blush when you see his friends on the Zoom meeting. They surely can’t see what both of you are doing now but this honestly feels like they are looking at you right on the eyes while you do the nasty deed.
Before you could say anything, a scream escapes your mouth just right after he thrusts his length deep from behind inside you—stretching your walls with the throbbing cock with no mercy. Namjoon don’t even let you to adjust with his size as he starts to move back and forth—forcing his hip onto you. Your eyes are rolled back at the sensation. He is fucking huge inside you and the way his cock fits in your cunt—Holy shit, this is heaven.
“Mmmm—nghhhh,” you moan through gritted teeth as he found your sensitive spot and abuse it over and over again. Nails are clawed into the desk, your body arched in such desire. This feels so good, just like you wanted.
“Moan as much as you want. I know my big cock is stretching your pussy so well,” he whispers in your ears before you could feel his pace quickened. Both of you are grinding on each other, making you tremble inside his embrace. You throw your head back and scream his name.
“Namjoon....Nghh, like that, mmm,” you beg, holding on to his firm arms for support as he bangs himself inside you. Your body bounce every time he pumps himself inside you.
“You’re a fucking nasty slut. Sucking my cock during my meeting like that,”
“Yes!! Oh fuck,” you scream with eyes closed. Breath hitched, legs trembled, mouth opened.
“You want them to know you’re getting fucked tonight? Huh? You want them to see how good I fuck you?” he bites your neck, not even slowing down his pace. Namjoon reaches the mouse to turn on the camera but you stop him immediately.
“No, don’t do that,” you say in between moan and whimper. He chuckles.
“You don’t like it? What do you want then?” he pulls your hair slightly while the other hand is on your hips to synchronise your pace with him.
“You,”
“This?” he grunts as he thrusts even deeper—giving your ass a few slaps as he grope your tits in his other big warm hand, pinching the nipple to bring another scream from your mouth. Namjoon stares at his length getting burried in your pussy while biting down his lower lip. He probably feels as good as you do.
“Look at how dirty you are. Begging for my cock like a nasty kitten,” he bites his lower lip—hiding a satisfied smile.
The slapping sound and your lewd scream are filling the room along with the chatting sound from the boys in the meeting. It’s a weird combination but none of you cares about it.
“Your dick feels amazing in my pussy. I—fuck, Namjoon. Yes, yes, yes!!! like that,” you scream when the tip reaches your walls. Holy shit.
Sweat pricks on your body. Your vision goes blurry. Namjoon brings you closer to him as he finds you stumbling on your feet.
Sticky liquid keeps dripping down your thigh before your legs start to feel wobbly as you are reaching for the climax. The knot in your stomach is twirling like crazy, wanting to release the cum from the cunt. You clench around him—he groans out loud before putting one of his finger into your mouth. Like a good girl, you suck on them long fingers.
Both of you moan. Like crazy.
“Gonna cum. I’m gonna cum, Namjoon. Shit, I’m cumming now,” you scream with tears prickling on your eyes—grinding on him even more to increase the pleasure so that you can cum in peace. He is pumping into your sweet spots more and more, not giving a fuck at your begging.
“Cum on my dick, slut. Coat me with your cum like you always do,” his voice is calm yet aggressive to the point you feel nothing but him.
And you did as he told you. Body keeps flinching everytime the sticky juice coming from your pussy—coating every part of his long dick. He groans at the warm feeling before he starts to fill your pussy with his semen—the same one that fills your mouth.
“Fuckkkkk, this is good,” he grunts.
Both you and him moan out loud—taking each other’s seed before he pulls out of you. Silence fills the room as you both catching some air from the intense fuck you had as you lean against his chest.
“Baby...” you call him, almost losing your voice.
“Hm?” he hums against your neck.
“They’re waiting for you,” you chuckle while looking at the screen. He shakes his head.
“I’m not done with you yet,” Namjoon mumbles as he shuts down his laptop without saying anything to the boys before he swings you across one of his shoulder—causing you to scream in surprise. Your pussy is still throbbing.
“I’m gonna fuck you all night baby. So hard that you don’t even know how to walk tomorrow,”
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heytherejulietx · 2 years
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white collar and leather
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the rumble of the motorcycle underneath her was normal. the cool leather of her jacket against her skin was normal. the pressure of the helmet against her ears was normal. what wasn’t normal, was parking her bike in front of riverdale high in the north side. as much as she somewhat cared about her education, she’d much rather go to school literally anywhere else.
fuck this.
betty unclipped the clasp from underneath her chin and took her helmet off, shaking her head a little to loosen up her hair as she hung the helmet over the handlebars. she straightened up her jacket before she swung her leg over the bike to stand up, sighing as she looked up at the school.
for the town with pep this was probably the peppiest place that riverdale had to offer. riddled with annoying cheerleaders and noisy jocks and everything that betty pretty much despised about high school. at least at south-side high, everyone was too worried about getting stoned to bother her. now she actually had to face people. gross.
“cooper!”
betty turned her head, and leaned back against her bike as she spotted sweet pea walking over towards her, toni and fangs following shortly behind him. they were probably just about the only people she could actually tolerate. on a good day, anyways. sweet pea tended to get annoying a lot. although she had stayed at his place for the past few nights, which she appreciated. anything to get away from her trailer.
“you guys better get your pep on.” betty commented as they walked over and fangs snorted.
“can’t believe we actually have to go here, it’s bullshit.” sweet pea rolled his eyes and dropped the cigarette he was smoking on the ground, stepping on it afterwards.
“bullshit we’ll only have to put up with until we graduate.” betty pointed out as she pushed herself up from her bike, glancing over at the school with a sigh.
riverdale high was a completely different experience from south-side high. as soon as they walked in betty could see that, even just in the air. it was clean, and didn’t smell like weed. at least they wouldn’t be second hand smoking all day. it looked like it had just been renovated, honestly. none of the lights flickered constantly. the floor looked like it had been polished five seconds ago. none of the lockers had dents in or had been spray painted. and all of the students looked so… pristine. honestly, they looked like they were all about to walk into the set of some dumb teen drama. it was a joke.
everyone was looking at them strangely as they walked through the school. betty could feel them burning holes into the side of her head as she walked past, and she had to roll her eyes. it was like they had never seen other people before. before they could even get to the end of the first corridor the intercom crackled to life, and a voice traveled through the building. “will all new transfer students please come to the main hall.”
great. an assembly just for them.
“ten dollars we spend the next half an hour being told the dangers of gang activity in school.” toni scoffed, and betty chuckled as she looped her arm through the pink haired girl’s.
“i bet so.” betty nodded, catching the blue eyes of a boy staring at her down the hallway before she carried on to the main hall. she didn’t know where it was, though sweet pea seemed to have an idea of where it was so she just followed him.
toni was right, of course. they were lectured on all sorts of things for thirty minutes; drug use, fighting, weapons, even the indoctrination of other students into the gang. they had to be joking by the end. and if they weren’t then sweet pea and fangs must’ve been laughing over nothing. betty just wanted nothing more than to start her lessons and let the day go by as quickly as possible. as much as the south-side was a shit hole, she much preferred it to the north. at least there she wouldn’t be judged on her shitty life, and she could live said shitty life in peace.
when the principal had finally let them go, under a final warning to “behave like proud students of this school” she took a beeline for the exit and left quickly, promising to catch up with her friends at lunch. during the assembly of mostly patronising nonsense, something had caught her attention; the blue and gold, which was the school’s newspaper. when it had first been introduced, betty had run the red and black for a while, though with the lack of funding and minimal interest that students had in it betty stopped after a few months. though the blue and gold seemed promising, and maybe it would help make her experience at riverdale high a little more bearable.
when betty had finally found it’s office after five minutes of looking (seriously, this school was huge) she pushed the door open and stepped inside, honestly a little disappointed that someone else was there. she had been looking forward to spending her time there alone. the boy sat in the office turned to look at her, and she briefly remembered meeting his gaze earlier when he was staring at her.
sheesh, he looked like he was full of enough pep alright. the boy was almost too pristine. he was probably the epitome of “small town boy“, with a shirt and round-neck sweater, polished shoes, and small riverdale high badge pinned to his bag which sat on the desk. the only thing that stuck out was a grey beanie that sat atop his head, though even that screamed soft. he was adorable.
“oh, hi,” he smiled, obviously surprised to see her there. “what can i- how can i help?”
“your dumb principle mentioned the blue and gold being open to new members,” the boy blinked at her, obviously taken aback. though whether it was about the name-calling to the principal or her willingness to join the newspaper that she was uncertain of. “i’m interested.”
“oh,” he seemed to come to after a moment, and a smile covered his once bewildered expression. “great. yes. we’d gladly have you,” he nodded and stood up from his seat.
shit, she’d underestimated how tall he was. at least he had one thing going. he must’ve been six foot tall at least, and when he stepped out towards her she had to tilt her head up to look at him. at least he wasn’t as tall as sweet pea.
he held his hand out and smiled again. “nice to meet you.”
betty stared at him for a moment before she gripped his hand in return and shook it for a moment. “right. likewise.”
when she had pulled her hand away the boy nodded, and he opened his mouth to say something, though the bell ringing for the next class got to it first and cut him off.
“oh, well i’ll see you soon to sort out what times you can be here?” the boy asked, and betty nodded as she headed to the door.
“hey white collar?” she called back to him as she swung the door open, and his blue eyes met hers again across the room. “what’s your name?”
“jughead,” he responded after a moment, and if he was embarrassed at her entertained smile at his answer he didn’t show it. “what’s yours?”
“betty cooper.” she told him, and before he could say anything else she stepped out of the office and shut the door behind her. that was enough social interaction for one day, even if she’d be working with jughead every day now.
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“so, what, you’re going to be working with her? alone?” veronica gasped, as she leaned across the table towards jughead. “what if she, like, has a knife on her or something? oh my god, what if she had drugs-“
“veronica, i highly doubt she has drugs.” jughead shook his head as he took another bite of his apple. the way that people were reacting to the south-side high students was mostly irrational, and it was getting a little annoying. he’d had to listen to reggie ranting about how he thought that one of the new students was going to kill him for an hour in his english class.
“some of them do. aren’t they all drug dealers? they’re in a gang.” she pointed out with a huff.
“none of them would be dumb enough to actually bring their drugs into school, even for lowlifes like themselves.” cheryl piped in from beside veronica. jughead wasn’t particularly friends with the redhead, but he tolerated her for veronica’s sake as they were on the cheer team together.
jughead found himself looking past the girls as veronica carried on about drugs, and found betty sat across the room. she was sat with another girl with pink hair, and two guys - one of them taller than the other. all four of them were wearing those gang jackets, though he could see the snake symbol from the jacket on the taller guy’s neck.
jughead didn’t believe that betty was dangerous by any means, but he was a little worried. there were a lot of rumours surrounding the south-side serpents, and it was hard to distinguish gossip from actual facts. were they really drug dealers? did they actually carry weapons on them? did the big guy sat next to betty actually kill someone? okay, jughead was less inclined to believe that one as it had come from reggie, but still. he was unsure on the situation, but there was nothing any of them could do. they’d just have to stick it out.
the rest of the day passed relatively quickly. in history jughead had to listen to a few cheerleaders giggling and fangirling over the taller serpent who had sat in front of them, and then in biology he had to put up with another thousand questions from veronica, though as soon as the bell went he managed to escape and headed to his locker quickly. as he was packing up his things betty passed him in the hallway with the tall guy again, and he couldn’t help but wonder if they were dating.
jughead closed his locker as he shrugged his bag onto his shoulders before he made his way out of the building, and put his headphones in for the walk home. he took the long way back to his house, putting off what he knew was coming. his dad had been more annoyed by the south-side high students joining the school than anybody in his class, and he knew when he got home he’d have to hear it all over again. jughead had decided to not tell him about betty, at least not yet. he didn’t want to give his dad an aneurism or something.
his father’s car was in the driveway when he got home and jughead frowned as he unlocked the front door. he had been hoping that fp would be out of the house for whatever reason, so he could avoid the bombard of questions that was sure to come and just escape upstairs to his bedroom.
“jug? that you?” he heard from the kitchen, and jughead rolled his eyes as he shrugged his coat off. no, he wanted to say, it’s a stranger who somehow has a set of keys to the house.
though instead he called out “yeah.” and walked through to the kitchen, where he found his father sat at the table surrounded by paperwork and his laptop.
“those students all in school todsy, then?” fp asked, and jughead sighed as he took off his bag and went over to the fridge to get a drink.
“yeah, they’re all-“
“they didn’t give you any trouble, did they?”
jughead clenched his jaw and willed himself not to snap at his dad. of course they didn’t, they weren’t monsters, they were still people, no matter where they came from. he couldn’t understand why that thought was so hard for people to grasp.
“no, it was all fine.” he forced a smile as he turned to face his dad, and met his eyes in his reflection of the laptop screen.
“good, just don’t get too close to any of them. god knows what they all get up to.” fp scoffed, and jughead gripped the bottle in his hand tighter as he took a drink from it. they went through all of this yesterday. and the day before. and the day before that. and every day since it had been announced that the schools were merging.
“i’m going upstairs. i have homework.” jughead excused himself to get away from the conversation, and he watched as fp nodded before he grabbed his bag and headed for the stairs, escaping from the lecture that he was sure fp would finish at dinner anyways.
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toriwakes · 3 years
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Chrysanthemums [Draco Malfoy x Potter!Reader]
summary: you’ve lived in america for the past 15 years of your life. then, everything changed with one letter.
content warnings: very light cursing. some angst (?)
a/n: omg hi!! officially my second request, im so excited to share!! i know it’s SUUUUPER long but bars with me? i’m so proud of it and i’d actually love to do a mini series w this so lmk what u all think! ty for the request @peneflop !
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everyone in america knew about harry potter. even though voldemort was a criminal in another country, americans felt just as worried. when the news got out, everyone was all over you. ‘(y/n) potter! are you related to him?’ you didn’t know the answer. but it was most likely not, right?
you sat next to your best friends, wishing them a good morning. “want to go pick up the mail?” lena asked. you nodded. the three of you walked down the halls, giggling and gossiping. “what’re you doing for halloween, (y/n)?” gina asked. you shrugged. “dunno. probably nothing. why?” she let out a dramatic gasp. “you’ve gotta come to this party! please don’t miss it, it’s gonna be amazing!” you laughed at her and turned the corner, entering the mail room. “i’ll think about it.” she made a face and you all separated to open your mail boxes. you flipped through your letters- nothing special. then something caught your eye. a parchment envelope with a burgundy wax seal. “guys?” your two friends rushed over. “what?” the said in unison. with a shaky hand, you lifted up the letter. “holy.” “shit.”
it was settled. you were moving to london and going to hogwarts. you were not keen on the idea at all, but the albus dumbledore demanded you be there. no witch could just say no. right now you were at the station, watching as hundreds of witches and wizards staggered around. “why’d you have to go before halloween?” gina sighed. you pouted. “i’ll write to you both once a week. i’ll tell you everything.” “yeah, you better!” lena teased. then you were met with anna. anna was your care taker. she wasn’t related to you but she cared for you since you didn’t have any connections to your family. you were told that your parents died in a car crash and they were both only children, so you had no aunts or uncles. poor circumstances, but that was your life. “i’m gonna miss you.” you said it quickly, afraid you may cry if you spoke too slow. “i’ll miss you too.” she was already crying. “now go, everyones already on.” you hugged them and waved goodbye before boarding the train.
you didn’t know anyone here. you shuffled to the back of the train and tried not to make yourself stand out too much. you walked back as far as you could and found yourself in a dark section of the train with empty booths. you smiled and sat down, pulling out your book that you brought along. you were daydreaming of lena and gina when you heard footsteps. when you shifted your gaze to the doorway, you jaw almost dropped. a tall (yet skinny) pale boy stood there. he along with two beefy men didn’t pay any mind to you. you hoped they wouldn’t notice you, but you were the only one there, it was unlikely they wouldn’t. they actually all got situated and you thought you were in the clear- until someone else came in. “i saw the saint on the way in. almost puked.” a brunette girl in all black clothes joked. they all laughed. “how was everyone’s- oh?” she saw you. the three boys looked at you, eyebrows furrowed. “hello, i’ve never seen you.” she spoke softly and say in front of you. “yeah. i’m new, it’s nice to meet you.” you stuck out your hand for a handshake. “american? that’s cute. i’m pansy.” she took your hand and you smiled. “pansy, that’s a pretty name. like the flower?” she didn’t say anything. you cleared your throat awkwardly. “i’m (y/n).” she smiled as a response. “would you three stop being so rude? introduce yourselves!” she was referring to the three boys. the blonde one stood up first. “malfoy.” he said curtly. you gave him a friendly smile. he didn’t return it. “goyle. that’s crabbe. he doesn’t talk much.” crabbe gave you a smile that you gladly returned. “come sit with us.”
for the next hour or so you bonded with your three new friends. pansy did most of the talking, goyle occasionally dropping in. draco didn’t speak too much but you could tell he was listening. every time he did, however, your ears got hot and you felt warm. he was very cute, but you didn’t know him like that. “the trolly is passing. (y/n), if i gave you some galleons would you get us some snacks? anything is fine.” you nodded, but were mildly confused. what the fuck are galleons? “pansy, she’s american. she doesn’t know what galleons are.” draco said. “oh- that’s right. go with her then.” pansy suggested. you took the gold coins from pansy and stood, draco following you. “hello! anything from the trolly?” the kind old woman asked. you picked out the thinks that look the nicest, draco talking the coins from your hand and giving them to the woman. you ignored the race in your heart when his hand touched yours. “did you get that?” he asked. you nodded. “you don’t speak too much, do you.” it wasn’t really a question. as you were about to answer, you made eye contact with a boy with very round glasses. could it be harry? draco noticed this and ushered you forward. “don’t talk to him.” just wait till they found out about your last name...
the students piled into the great hall, which was huge and rather beautiful. gather headmaster, who you recognized as professor dumbledore rose and spoke a few words. then, he made eye contact with you. “let the sorting ceremony begin!” you shuffled in with all the first years feeling awkward. the upper class man gave you strange looks- they must’ve thought you were daft. finally, you heard your name. “(y/n) potter?” you heard gasps in every direction. you stepped forward and sat on the stool. then, you felt the hat on your head. your hands were sweating.“another potter, eh? same qualities as the first yes... but where to put you?” everyone seemed to be on the edge of their seats. the 7 minutes that had passed felt like 10 hours. then, you heard a small voice in your head. this voice wasn’t yours. “what’ll it be then? gryffinor or slytherin?’ you blinked. ‘just put me where you think i’ll exceed.’ you don’t know how, but you felt the sorting hat smirk. “SLYTHERIN!” the hat boomed. a mixture of gasps and cheers erupted. the witch who sorted you pointed to the direction of the house decorated in green and silver- you beamed when you saw pansy. you sat next to her and she embraced you into a hug. “bloody hell, you didn’t tell me you were a potter! you don’t remember anything from that night, do you?” draco didn’t say anything. “what do you mean?” you asked. now they all just looked at you weird. “do you actually not know what happened?” draco asked. you shook your head. “(y/n)...almost a decade ago, voldemort killed your parents. you and harry survived, you’re the only two that have ever lived after getting hit with the killing curse.” hearing all of this was almost too much to handle. so you did have a family? it wasn’t a car crash? your brother is the chosen one? “how? how did no one know?” pansy looked at you with pity. “you two were separated as infants. no one knew what you looked like. besides, for some reason you don’t have the scar like he does.” pansy said while moving your hair out of your face. scar? like the one on your chest? you didn’t mention it, but you wondered if that was what she meant. “we’ll treat you all the same. don’t you fret.” pansy smiled. “thank merlin she’s not a gryffindor though.” goyle commented. everyone laughed. “what’s wrong with the gryffindors?” draco eyed the table behind you. “they’re a bunch of snobs. think they’re so much better than everyone because they’ve got potter on their side, well guess what? now so do we.” you hummed and turned around. harry was gazing at you already.
that night you found a tie, a sweater, some slytherin robes and a little slytherin flag in your dorm. if harry was a gryffinor, shouldn’t you also be? you shook your head from the thought- you’re done second guessing yourself. to take your mind off it, you pulled out your stationary and began to write to your best friends back in america. boy did you have some things to share...
officially 3 weeeks till halloween. your friends were sending you letter about how excited they were, but you were bummed. you didn’t tell them that your parents died on halloween, you knew it would kill the fun for them. you smiled at the letter and the cute picture of them attached. you pinned it to the cork board- right next to the slytherin flag. you smiled to yourself and grabbed your school bag, existing the dorms and heading into the common rooms. your friends seemed to be waiting for you. “finally! i’m starved, let’s go.” pansy linked arms with you and led you out, hiding you to the great hall. the stares you used to revive everywhere faded. it was like you were always there. “what classes do you all have today?” you questioned, biting into your bagel. “astronomy, potions, transfiguration and defense. you?” draco asked. you and draco finally became formal friends. you owed it all to the many classes you shared together and pansy’s constant pestering. “the same. i just gave potions first.” everyone dove into conversation about their school schedule, followed by how much they hated it. you laughed every now and then but your mind was somewhere else. you had harry in a few classes today. you and him haven’t talked at hall, surprisingly. you were simply too intimidated to do so. “(y/n)!” goyle was calling you. “yeah?” “i said we better get going. if your first class is potions, you don’t want to be late.” you simply nodded and headed with your group to your classes. everyone broke off to their classes as you walked around the castle, but you noticed that draco stuck with you. “i thought you had astronomy?” you only asked once he was outside your classroom. “i do.” “then why are you here?” you never really noticed how much taller draco was than you. “i just wanted to make sure you got here safe. if that not what friends do?” you cocked a brow. “you never walk me to my classes. “bloody hell, im sorry i won’t do it again!” he said quickly. you chuckled. “that’s more like it.” at that, you entered class and he walked away. there was something about him...
“pay attention mrs.granger.” you felt like rolling your eyes at your professor. he was always finding a reason to kick on the gryffindors. however when snape saw nearly everyone was struggling, he huffed and raised his hands to gain the class’s attention. “alright. split into groups of two and finish the potion. do not pair with someone from your house.” everyone shuffled around- harry was looking at you. you acted first, picking up your books and moving to harry’s desk. “hi.” you said. “hello.” he responded. you two worked silently but used teamwork. you ready him instructions while he acted out. “wow, we’re doing way better than i thought we would’ve.” you gave him a curious look. “not that i didn’t think you’d do good, i meant-“ you cut him off by laughing. “you really are my brother aren’t you?” he went quiet. “about that.” you moved your head up to look at him. “i guess we should talk about it.” he nodded in agreement. snape approached your table. “since you two like to do a lot of chatting, we’ll test your potion. snape stuck a dropper in the potion and poured it onto a round item covered in warts. slowly but surely, the warts popped away. “perhaps you’re not as incompetent as i thought.” was all he said before leaving the cauldron and dismissing you both.
you and harry spent the rest of potions and a bit of lunch sitting outside, talking about life and everything you missed out on. “so when you were thirteen- you blew up our aunt?” harry laughed harder at the memory. “harry! there you are.” hermione and ron showed up behind him. “oh- hey guys. wanna sit?” hermione gave you an uncomfortable look. “i’d love to, but i need to speak to you alone harry.” just in cue, you heard your best friends voice. “(y/n)!” you turned around and saw pansy as well as draco. “it’s fine, i have to go anyway. see you later.” you hugged your brother and you both split off. “finally talked to him?” pansy questioned. “yeah. it felt good.” she smiled as a response and the three of you settled on hanging out near the lank for the remainder of lunch. you didn’t catch it, but draco smiled at your happiness.
one week till halloween. you were more upset than happy, but harry wasn’t too effected, but he’s known the truth for 4 years. you found out last month. since it was a weekend, the hogwarts students were roaming about, chatting about their plans for the big night. your friends apologized to you, explaining that they all had detention early morning with mcgonagall. well- all but one. draco walked up to you in the common room and sat beside you. over the past month you and draco became even closer than before. you found yourself having a lot of alone time with him, learning new things about the boy every time. the more you learned a the more interested you became, and before you knew it; you were slowly falling for draco malfoy.
“hey.” you chimed. “do you want to go for a walk?” he said after a minute of silence. you noticed he wasn’t making eye contact with you. you set down your book slowly. finally he looked at you, curious why you were taking so long to answer. “are you bloody deaf? i asked if you wanted to go for a walk.” you giggled while nodding. “yes-yes, i just love hearing how sassy you get. cmon.” you left first and you could hear draco mumbling something along the lines of ‘i’m not sassy...’ under his breath. you thought he was adorable.
the two of you ended up at the lake. it became a usual hangout spot for you and your friends. you did things like talk the day away, finish homework and especially practice magic here. there was a small patch of flowers in the grass- that’s how you identified your spot. as you and draco relaxed you flicked your wand, a flower now blooming in your hand. “..you love that spell.” he said, interrupting his last sentence. you looked at him, moving your body so that you were facing him. “guess i do.” you hummed softly, leaning forward to tuck the chrysanthemum behind his ear. he looked at you like you had three heads- was he not used to kind gestures? “that looks nice next to your hair.” you commented. his confused gaze stuck. you ignored it and continued swishing your wand, anxious that you may have done something wrong. just then, draco let out a sigh. “goddamnit.” he sounded defeated. “what’s wrong?” you asked. he finally looked at you normally, but this time he looked sad. “you. this is all your fault, you know that? i’m supposed to be this cold hearted, asshole type of guy. i wasn’t going to let myself get soft for some girl, especially an american.” you had no idea where he was going with this. the more he spoke, the more nervous you got. is he saying he doesn’t want to be friends? “but you’re so kind, and smart. you care so much about your friends and those you love. how could i not like you? and you being gorgeous is just a bonus...” you could not believe what you were hearing. was he admitting to having feelings for you? the silence scared him, so you spoke up. “are you saying what i think you’re saying?” he winced. “bloody hell, i’m saying i like you, you dimwit!” so you were right. “well..i like you too, draco?” he widened his eyes and tilted his head as if to say, ‘really?’ “yes, you dimwit.” you mocked. he chuckled and pulled out his wand. “hold out your hands and close your eyes.” you did as he asked, feeling something sprout in your palms. “open.” when you did, what appeared to be a flower crown (made up from chrysanthemums) rested in your hands. you gasped from joy, lifting it up so you could get a better look at it. “i love it.” you spoke. “(y/n)...would you ever consider being my girlfriend?” you felt time stop. draco really wanted you to be his girlfriend. “yes!” you said happily. he beamed back at you, looked at the flower-clad ground and smiling even brighter. “cool.” he chuckled. “cool.” you responded.
a few days later when you finally got the chance, you ran to your dorm to write to lena and gina. they were gonna flip! just as you planted the wax seal, you heard screaming coming from outside your door. there was pansy, bursting in and hugging you. “you’re dating draco?! oh my god!” she squealed. you laughed at the excitement. “yes! it’s amazing isn’t it?” you said. “yes! oh i’m so excited, my two best friends- dating!!!” pansy smiled greatly. “i’m going to the owlery, would you-“ “DRACO! take your girlfriend to the owlery!” you shook your head at pansy, bidding her goodbye and leaving with draco.
“who are you sending this to?” draco questioned as you attached the letter to the owls leg. “my friends back in america.” you stared as the owl flew away, farther and father, until it was out of sight. suddenly you felt a hand wrap around your waist- draco was looking at you with heart eyes. “what?” you laughed. “you’re just...really gorgeous.” you blushed hard. you didn’t even notice that you were staring at draco’s lips- and he was staring back. you both leaned in closer and one of his plate hands cupped your cheek. “can i kiss you?” he whispered so quietly you weren’t even sure you heard it. still, you nodded and he closed the gap. his lips were as soft as clouds, fitting like a missing puzzle piece with yours. you could’ve stayed like that forever; just you and him. but all good things must come to an end, right? “(y/n)?” the voice of your brother alarmed you, making you break away from draco. “potter.” draco spat. “get away from her!” harry ran to pull you away from him, standing in front of you as if draco was going to hurt you. “harry what are you doing?” you whined, moving him out of the way so now you were in between the boys. the way the two boys looked at each other- you knew there was some history you haven’t discovered. “protecting you? you don’t know what he could’ve brought you up here for!” draco looked at you; he was extremely annoyed. “harry, draco’s my boyfriend. i’m fine..” harry’s mouth hung open, eyes flickering from you to draco and back again. “potter, is there a problem?” draco asked in his usual sassy voice. “let’s see; you’re dating my sister, why would we have a problem malfoy?” shit.
harry stormed away out of rage. the walk back to the common rooms was silent. your head was too full to talk. you had just reconnected with harry, were you going to ruin it all just by being with draco? you really likes the blonde, but was he worth ruining your new founded family? “what are you thinking about?” he spoke finally. you snapped out of your gaze, shaking your head. “nothing.” “no, i know you’re thinking. you get all quiet when you think.” he knew you well, which made you feel a little better. “i think harry’s mad at me. i just met him and he already hates me.” draco cupped your cheeks, making you look at him. “listen to me- he does not hate you. you’re his sister, his only family. he couldn’t hate you.” you smiled in his hands. you told him you’d meet him back in the common room later. you had to find harry.
you walked around the castle for what felt like an hour, finally finding him in an empty classroom on the third floor. you entered silently. he was sitting on a desk with his back facing you. “hi.” you choked out. harry turned around and said nothing when he saw you. you took it upon yourself to sit next to him. “harry-“ “do you like him? like, actually like him?” you thought about it for a moment. you considered lying, maybe that’ll make him hate you less. but you knew he’d eventually find out and it’s only make things worse. “yeah. i do.” harry put his face in his hands. “not only are you a slytherin but you’re dating my sworn enemy.” he shook his head and laughed while saying it. “hey!” you said while playfully shoving him. the laughter died and you sat in sad silence again. “i don’t me being with draco to mess up our relationship.” harry but his lip in thought. “is there anything i could do to make it up to you?” you pleaded. an idea popped into your head. you pulled out your wand and swished it- a flower wreath following. “chrysanthemums?” harry asked, taking the wreath into his hands. you smiled. “yeah.” he put the wreath on his head as a joke, but it brushed some of his hair out of his forehead on the way. “i meant to ask you about the scar.” “what about it?” he said. you moves your shirt down, exposing the lightning bolt scar on your chest. “blimey.” he looked very shocked. “i don’t really know what this means.” you whispered. harry shook his head, implying he didn’t either. “are we alright then?” harry fidgeted with the wreath. it dawned upon him that no- he couldn’t stay mad at you. you’re the only family he has left. “i guess.”
over the next week you magras to patch things up with harry and draco well enough to celebrate halloween in peace. the feast was ravishing. you ate so many sweets that you couldn’t imagine having back in america. as per usual you sat with the slytherins- but something was telling you u that you should be with harry. so without a second though you turned to draco, “what do you think of eating with harry?” he almost spit out his pumpkin juice. “you brother hates me (y/n), you know that.” he knew you were going to get your way, but he was trying to convince you not to. your mind was made up. “he’ll have to deal with it.” let’s just say gryffindor wasn’t too fond of having slytherins at their table.
being draco’s girlfriend was a blessing. he showered you with gifts, affection, appreciation. you couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend. there was never a time where you doubted his feelings for you. now was one of them. you two were in his dorm, listening to the soft, low music coming from his record player. you were both just gazing at the ceiling while wrapped in each other’s arms. it’s not that you didn’t love lazy days with draco- you certainly did. you just really wanted to do something right now. “draco?” you finally said. “hmm?” you loved when he responded with a hum. you couldn’t explain why, but it made you go all fuzzy inside. “i wanna do something fun,” you flipped over so you were hovering above him now. he scrunched his brows. “like what?” you thought about it. what could two, 15 year olds do at one in the morning? “wanna sneak into the kitchens?” he burst out in laughter. you wanted to ask him what was so funny, but with a smile like that? you had to laugh with him. “alright- alright. let’s go.” so that’s how you two ended up there, pajamas and all. everything would’ve gone fine if draco would’ve just worn shoes. “bloody hell!” he screamed, dropping all the snacks. draco stubbed his toe on a nearby cart, and of course he had to be dramatic about it. “draco hush!-“ but it was too late. the lights turned on and the house elves caught you, immediately reporting to filch.
you never wished draco wasn’t such a diva more than right now. your saturday was being stolen by detention. even though you were with him, the detention was being watched by snape and you weren’t risking it again. you checked the clock; still two hours? god, you were gonna be here forever if something didn’t happen- “professor!” it was dolores umbridge, dressed in all pink, stumbling through the door. “yes, professor?” snape sneered. she straightened herself up and spoke in her high voice, “there are difficulties with some gryffindor student i could use some assistance with.” she said. “is there anyone else you can ask? i’m preoccupied at the moment..” she giggled. “yes, but i’m sure these students will listen to you.” umbridge looked at you and draco, obviously noticing the green color on your robes. “besides. i’m sure they’ve learned their lesson- haven’t you, children?” you both nodded frantically. “you’re dismissed.” you and draco shot up, not asking any questions and only daring to speak once they were both out of ear shot. “you’re an idiot, you know that?” you told him, playfully (but not really) shoving him to the side. he took your hand and put it in his, smirking to himself more than at you. “‘m your idiot.” rolled your eyes at the blonde. he really was.
before you knew it, the school year was passing by. you and harry were going to america along with some other friends to visit your home. ron was a nervous reck on the plane, not understanding why muggles put themselves through this torture. finally the four of you landed, slowly but surely making it through security and such. that’s when you spotted your two best friends- from miles away, at that. you ran towards them at full speed, almost toppling then over when you embraced them. “i missed you so much!” lena shouted. “i missed you too! god i have so many stories- oh! i need to introduce you to some people!” you face palmed, completely forgetting about your guests. “this-“ you grabbed harry’s arm and shoved him in front of you. “-is harry.” your friends gave you the exact same look; ‘is he..?’ you nodded. “erm- pleasure to meet you. i’m her brother.” both their eyes went wide, and they both hopped on him. “anna is going to go crazy! two potters- wow! she’s already had enough with toria let me tell you-“ “gina!” you scolded. she just laughed. “ah yes, this is ron, he hated me when i first met him.” ron threw his arms up. “you’re a slytherin, what’d you expect?” you hit him in the head as a response. you also ignored how lena ogled ron. then, you felt your boyfriends long arm snake around your waste and press a chaste kiss to your head. “it’s not as bad as i thought it’d be here.” he commented. “and this my dear friends; is draco. my boyfriend.” draco smiled kindly and held out his hand. they both shook it. harry rolled his eyes in annoyance. then you saw her. “anna!” you’ve done a lot of screaming today, you noticed. harry showed up behind you, tapping you on the shoulder. “who’s that?”
harry almost cried when he found out he had a guardian. he had told you about sirius, but he sadly passed away. it’s like he was getting a second chance. anna took you all home in her van (ron getting even more nervous now). right now, all of you sat in anna’s back yard. “did you learn anything cool over there? new spells?” gina inquired. you smirked, pulling out your wand and preforming the spell you’ve mastered this school year.
“chrysanthemums?”
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hamaon · 3 years
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audio drama natterings
- i love hearing this voice-acted jin guangyao because there is often NO correlation between his tone of voice, actions, and intentions. he can be saying one thing and doing another and you just need to do the math, with the benefit of hindsight, to figure out what third thing he was actually thinking at the time
there are also many times he is just being genuine, but picking those up probably needs, again, the benefit of hindsight
- su minshan has an amazing voice. whiny nasal baby, i love him
- no comment on the audio drama actor, but there were some clips with interviews with the voice actors from the animation included in the files, and holy shit, lan xichen. a voice to make love to
- yi city is an interesting self-contained tragedy, but it’s slim enough that i doubt that there is any alternate reality where that’s the part of the story that caught my particular attention. but still, if that had happened, most likely i would have hatched into a xiao xingchen fan
- nie deputy meng yao singing a distressed abandoned baby to sleep before continuing to sort out a battlefield, is there anything this man can’t do
i’m losing my mind over this a little to be perfectly honest, there was never any doubt in my mind that “gentle dad” is one of jin guangyao’s most dominant personality traits, but to have it validated so
- meng yao finally, after years and years of abuse and dead ends, decides to take matters into his own hands, hard work isn’t getting him anywhere, and nie fucking mingjue, who lives several realms away, just happens to walk in on him the one time he kills a man for personal gain
what were the ODDS
i’m also trying to figure out the logistics of this:
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like. how. i guess no one had quite as much faith in jin guangyao’s abilities as nie mingjue
(also love how in the audio drama meng yao just keeps getting shit from every direction, so it’s absolutely not a question of whether he’s just exaggerating how bad it is for him 24/7)
this is the drop in the relationship. up to this point nie mingjue has been one of the only people who don’t (seem to) care about his background, but this is where his own version of meng yao starts overwriting reality. the moment there’s a crack in the presentation, it’s over for good.
he still appears very considerate (and in his own mind he is definitely being extremely reasonable! for nie mingjue he IS being extremely reasonable!) about meng yao’s incoming punishment and will leave it to the jin, but meng yao’s own estimation of his situation is that he will be executed.
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dude relax, he didn’t even hurt you.
it’s an interesting pattern though, jin guangyao’s primary motivation is almost never harming others, and he often goes out of his way to avoid it, too. this is the first time he could have killed nie mingjue easily, made it look like an attack from the wen like he was doing with the jin guy.
fun contrast with the temple, where things are looking dire until you start unpacking what’s actually going on
- one of nie mingjue’s most dominant personality traits is concerning himself with the quality of character of people who are not him
- it is very commendable of nie mingjue to not let corrupt people in charge keep getting away with this shit, and to continue hounding the jin about xue yang. the eternal question, though: why is he taking this up with jin guangyao instead of someone who, you know, is in charge
- lan xichen really, really, really wanting to be sworn brothers, c’mon mingjue-xiong aren’t you ready to be nicer to a-yao, please please please, and now that we’ve all agreed to it and don’t need an auspicious date, we can do it the first thing tomorrow (almost literally what he says)
- lan xichen fucks on the first date and gets married on the second
then stays married to that person for fifty years, perfectly monogamous
(- one of lan xichen’s most dominant personality traits is being the teacher you can actually talk to)
- i like how nie mingjue’s attitude toward jin guangyao varies even when their relationship is at its tensest point, he can be civil and almost light-hearted with him and then soon enough take a swing at him, it’s... uncomfortably realistic, honestly.
- corrupted cleansing, very good here also. rip nie mingjue before your time but it’s just a nice tune. though here the quality is partially improved by the fact that it actually sounds like the original cleansing, just a little off sideways
- the paperman extra, i’m in awe. jin guangyao has noticed lan xichen isn’t feeling too good, distracts nie huaisang (who is getting a lecture) from bothering er-ge and gets him to lavish er-ge’s paintings with praise instead. wow.
- there’s something sadly poetic about lan xichen being stressed mostly because of jin guangyao, who is also the one who notices and immediately starts working on alleviating that discomfort
- things jin guangyao feeds lan xichen: only the best perfectly selected tea for the lan, let’s try it wangji. his favorite fruits, already waiting for him inside. that peppy tone of voice when they meet in the present day for the first time. imagine being the man someone of jin guangyao’s caliber of caregiving gives his full devotion to. zewu-jun luckiest motherfucker in the world. (he deserves it)
- lan xichen getting that laser-focused intimate care his family is completely unable to provide
- the cl- the clothes washing extra. i genuinely think lan xichen is just inexperienced, if it was just lol lan muscle he couldn’t interact with the world without destroying everything around himself. he shows signs of being interested to learn. let him hone his house spouse skills. he deserves it
- i thought i was desensitized to this backstory, but the brothel flashback actually made me cry, what the hell
- scenarios where meng shi who has any choice chooses the same profession make me uncomfortable. this is a woman suffering in sex slavery who was destroyed and killed by it, and she always wanted out. for positive representation, how about sisi instead. or literally anyone else
- it’s almost funny looking at the temple scenes in hindsight, because. the sound direction, the sense of threat. and what is implied to be the source of that threat? the question of what jin guangyao is going to do, how dangerous is that thing he is digging for, what will he use it for
and the answers are: he was running away, it was his mom’s corpse he wanted to take with him because he adored her even when the rest of the world thought she was garbage. also, no one was ever in any danger besides jin guangyao himself and his sect and allies.
i will fight people about this btw, everyone comes out of the temple as unharmed as they were always intended to be. he has ample opportunities to kill every single one of them and he never acts in a way that shows he has the slightest inclination to actually do so. he threatens people into behaving and then tries to leave. and in every adaptation so far when he is leaving he's going to leave the captives behind, untouched.
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imaginesmai · 4 years
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Peter Parker - Europe (2/2)
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So. SO. I have a problem. My phone broke today, just a few hours away; and when it comes to answering your questions or receiving your messages, it’s what I use and depend on. I’ll try to have it fixed as soon as possible, but I ask you that, if I don’t answer to your requests, messages or asks to be tagged, please be patients. I promise I’ll solve this as soon as possible.
Meanwhile, enjoy this second part!
First Part.
Plot: Europe is being great, and it would be even greater if Peter could just follow his plan
By the time the group made it to the convention centre, Peter was in an extremely bad mood. No one except for Mr Harrington had talked to him the whole walk there, and he was forced to watch you and Brad laugh together the whole time. The same laugh he had shared in the plane, when, by chance, he had managed to sit with you.
But it was kind of his fault too, once he thought about it; the look you had gave him when Brad had asked you, probably meant something. He didn’t want to get his hopes high, yet he wondered if it would have been different if he had said something.
Not stay fucking frozen.
The class found their seats amongst the people, sitting at a circular table with fancy silverware and china. It all looked too breakable, and Peter hoped not to make a fool of himself. Both seats next to you were taken, one by Mr Harrington and the other by Brad.  His plan was for after the convention, everything could still go right.
He took his seat next to Ned and found his mind wandering as the speakers did their things. He kept looking at you, checking to see if you were talking to Brad; and you almost never were. But you never looked at him, and it made him uneasy because he had grown used to the constant game of gazes you had back in the first time.
The presentation was a blur. Usually, he would be excited by that kind of things, but he was too distracted thinking of an excuse to talk to you again, and get you to come with him after the convention ended. Turned out, he didn’t need to.
“Hey” you stood next to him as he started at the table of food. He jumped at your words and you laughed. “Little jumpy today? That talk really got you deep in thought”
“No, no, I’m – yeah, it was nice” Peter said, blushing. Guessed it was his only chance. “I’m, uh, I’m sorry I couldn’t walk with you here”
“You could’ve” you shrugged, and he noticed a bit of a annoyance. “But you didn’t”
You were right, and Peter felt his stomach fall to his feet. Now, he had two options; faint right there and make himself a farther fool, or just go along with the plan. Being him, he went for the second one, and not in the most subtitle way.
“Do you want to get out of here?”
You raised your eyebrows at his question, your slightly painted lips turning into a small smile.
“Where would we go?”
“Anywhere?” he said, and took your hand before you could change your opinion.
He pulled you to the door because he knew that, if he stopped then to ask you where you wanted to go or to ask for permission, he would probably chicken out. Even if it did look a bit like a kidnapping.
You made as small sound of surprise at being dragged along, but you eventually caught up with his long step and gripped his hand properly; instead of a kidnapping, they were laced together. You didn’t drop his hand, and Peter visibly relaxed.
“Shouldn’t we say something?” you whispered as Peter closed the door slowly behind you. As soon as he did so, the sounds were muted out. “Mr Harrington will have a heart attack of he loses another student”
“There is food and two more talks. We can have a few hours” Peter explained, and looked at you. Suddenly, doubts filled his mind. “Or we can go back. It – sorry, it was a little, uh, sudden, we-“
“No, it’s okay” you assured him, squeezing his hand and smiling. “It’s okay”
Peter copied your smile, and broke into a sprint with you by his side.
As you walked down the street, you didn’t talk, but Peter would steal glances at you every so often. Maybe to make sure that you were really there and that it all wasn’t a dream, maybe just to admire how pretty you looked, maybe a bit of both. But that time you did met his eyes, and you managed to keep eye contact for at least two seconds before looking away blushing.
“We should go to the carnival” Peter said suddenly. “I mean, I know we’re supposed to go there tomorrow night at as a class, but it might be nice? J-just the two of us?”
Peter knew that his class wasn’t going to end up going to the carnival next night. He knew Fury would find a way to get them away, but you didn’t need to worry about that. Besides, he felt a little guilty from not letting you enjoy the carnival. It was the perfect opportunity to fix it.
“Let’s ‘people watch’ when we get there” you chuckled.
“People watch?” Peter frowned. He had never heard or done whatever you were talking about.
“You never people watched?” you scoffed, and muttered a teasing ‘uncultured’ before continuing. “People watching is what it sounds like. You watch people and try to guess their life story. It’s more fun than it sounds. I do it with my mom a lot at home”
Peter hadn’t really talked to you about your family, or about what you liked or disliked, and he found himself wanting to know everything about you, every single detail. He smiled and felt his heart swell in his chest.
“Up here” you were suddenly pulling him up a fire escape, on the side of an old looking building. He could hear the sounds of the carnival ahead of you and see the flashing lights. “Come on, don’t stay there!”
“Y/N… isn’t this like, trespassing or something? I really don’t want to get in trouble” Peter was nervous all of the sudden, maybe everything that had happened was catching up to him.
Maybe, he was finally realising that it hadn’t been such a good idea to leave the other students in a meeting where you would be missed. He swallowed the lump on his throat and hesitantly walked up besides you. If he had to be in trouble for anything, he wouldn’t mind your smile being the reason.
“We’re already going to get in trouble for leaving the convention, might as well make the most of it” you chuckled. “Besides, weren’t you the one who wanted to get out of there?”
Peter decided not to argue further, and followed you the rest of the way up to the roof. He tried not to look anywhere that wasn’t the ground while you walked up the stairs, and succeeded when he almost tripped at the top. He said something about being clumsy, trying to excuse himself, but was interrupted by your gasp.
There, from where you were standing, the carnival stood in all its glory. The yellow lights casted a glow on the festival, people were dancing and laughing and they all seemed to have no cares in the world. The noise were too loud, but the atmosphere was just so cheerful that Peter couldn’t care. It was as if you were overlooking a different universe; it was really amazing.
And then, well, then it was you. You were standing a few steps ahead him, the blue dress moving slightly with the wind and your face illuminated by the lights of the carnival. When some colourful shine appeared, it shone on your eyes, and Peter almost drooled. Suddenly, he wasn’t nervous about the terrible monsters that seemed to chase him or the inevitable scolding from May for leaving the group.
All he could think about was you.
“It’s beautiful” you said, gazing out at the carnival.
The way your hair was blowing, how your cheeks reddened at the chilly weather, the way your eyes sparkled from all the lights down below.
“Yeah, beautiful”
You sat down next to each other, close enough that your shoulders would brush whenever one of you moved. Peter wanted to take your hand again, but he hesitated. He thought that, maybe, he had stepped over too many boundaries that night. But you had agreed to all of them, so he called your name softly.
“Y/N?” his heart began to thud loudly in his ears.
You turned  away from the festival to look at him, and Peter decided he had never seen someone so beautiful.
“Yeah?” your tone was soft, softer than the one you used in front of Brad, or Ned, or even your friends. In front of everyone but him.
“Can I, uh, tell you something?” he swallowed and forced himself to continue when you nodded hesitantly. “I – I’m, well… I, uh”
Peter swallowed again, and he discovered that the words, once more, didn’t left his throat. He was freezing again, just like in the lobby of the hotel, and he didn’t have any excuse then. Brad wasn’t around, and even if there wasn’t a threat to take you away, he was thinking about you jumping off that building just to avoid the embarrassment.
He looked back at you, glossy eyes and mouth dry. He stuttered a bit more until you surprised him by kissing him. Your lips were soft, and your hand came up to his cheek, cupping it for a second before moving it to his neck. He froze and widened his eyes as you pulled away, your hand lingering on his neck.
“I really hope that’s what you were trying to say, because if not that would be-“
Peter stopped you by kissing you back, and it was the moment he had been waiting for since he got that stupid plan about the trip. Your moment, with the lights all around and with no Brad or Ned and Betty to interrupt you. And then, there were fireworks, literal fireworks shooting off in front of you. Any other moment, he would have thought ‘how disgustingly cliché’, but he just pulled you closer and thought that the moment couldn’t be better.
Once you broke apart, Peter didn’t see any kind of doubt or remorse in your eyes, so he finally put his hand where it belonged to, close to yours.
“I really like you” he said breathlessly, and you smiled at him. Not at Brad or his stupid jokes, just at him.
“I think this goes without saying, but I really like you too” you bit your lip trying to keep the smile down, but obviously didn’t work.
Peter couldn’t even being to explain the absolute happiness he was feeling. He gazed back over the city, and felt you move closer until you could prop your head on his shoulder. Shifting, he put his arm around you and pressed a kiss to your hair.
“Thank you”
Without Peter’s enhanced hearing, he may not have caught your quiet words. He didn’t respond, he knew he didn’t have to. Instead, he rested his chin on top of your head and watched as the fireworks exploded in front of you.
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DIABOLIK LOVERS CHAOS LINEAGE | KINO 2 [ENGLISH]
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@kyouxa​ and I decided to join forces to translate Kino’s CL route together! ☆*:.。.o(≧▽≦)o.。.:*☆ She’ll be translating the endings (which I’ll be linking to in my masterpost), and I’ll be translating the main route. This is the second chapter, and things are getting pretty interesting... Enjoy!
In terms of the gameplay: The black choices lead up to a bad ending, the white choices lead up to a good ending.
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MONOLOGUE
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The day after I promised Kino to join forces with him,
I was called to the living room by Reiji to have dinner together with everyone. 
As we sat gathered around the dining table, Reiji began his report on the current situation.
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-LOCATION: SCARLET MANSION DINING ROOM- 
Reiji: As for the fight for the throne, we have no less than Eve in our possession, so we are in an advantageous position.  However, as long as the King has not yet arisen, the other houses will surely attack us in an effort to take Eve from us. 
Yuma: Don’t you think they’ve decided when they’ll be coming to sniff us out and attack right about now?
Reiji: Exactly, so let’s go and investigate the other houses ourselves too. Yuma, Shu. I’d like the two of you to go and spy. 
Yuma: Guess we’ll have to. It’s no use sittin’ around waiting either, right?
Shuu: Fuck this...
Yuma: ...Oi! Shuu! I keep tellin’ you to eat your veggies!
Shuu: Don’t throw such a fuss about veggies.
Yuma: Who do you think grew those veggies?!
Reiji: Shuu. Even resources and food are limited under these circumstances.
Shuu: It’s not like us vampires need to eat. 
Yuma: What? That’s not what I’m saying, I’m saying that you shouldn’t let my veggies go to waste!
Yui: (Even though everyone’s memories have been tampered with, it’s business as usual... It’s basically as if nothing has changed.) (However, Reiji has taken up the role of the eldest son, and Shuu and Yuma were made to be brothers...) (Hmm... Because I know everyone's original relationships, it's uncomfortable, after all.)
Reiji: ...Eve. Your hands are awfully still.
Yui: Ah... I’m sorry. (Oh no, they’ll become suspicious of me if I keep getting lost in thought. I should try and focus on my meal first.)
Reiji: Let’s return to discussing the matters at hand. I don’t know which house will be attacked first.  We must all stay vigilant. Especially you, Kino. Please make sure Eve is not taken from us. 
Kino: I gotcha, brother Reiji. You can leave Eve in my care. 
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Yui: (I was quite nervous, but dinner was over before I knew it.) (Everyone else went back to their rooms, but Kino is still playing on his smartphone on the sofa...) (Ah! If it’s just the two of us, this might be my chance to discuss with him what we should do next!) Hey, Kino. 
Kino: Hm?
Yui: Maybe we could talk about how we’re going to get out of this place?
Kino: Hm...
Yui: First things first, I think we should try and make everyone regain their memories.  If we can do that, we might be able to discuss a way to get back home with everyone altogether. 
Kino: I see...
Yui: (Kino... Seems to be so entranced by his smartphone that he’s only giving me half-hearted answers.) Hey, Kino. Put your game away for a bit and listen to me properly!
Kino: Ah, hey! C’mon, really... It’s game over because you got in the way!
Yui: Ah... I-I’m sorry... (Is it really my fault though?)
Kino: Ah, games really are no fun when you can’t compete with anyone... You know, only being able to play offline and all. It’s such a pain in the butt not to have an internet connection.
Yui: (Hmm. I wonder why Kino won’t listen to me.)
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— SELECTION —
  1. スマホゲームの話題を振る Bring up the topic of Kino’s game (white)
Yui: (Maybe Kino will listen to me if I try talking about a subject that he seems to be interested in.) Why can you still play games even though you don’t have an internet connection?
Kino: That’s obvious, isn’t it? It’s an app that I downloaded on my smartphone. Do you really not know that kind of stuff?
Yui: I’m sorry, I don’t really play smartphone games or anything. Uh, are you good at them, Kino?
Kino: I’m always high in the rankings. However, when we’re stuck in a place like this, I’ll be left behind in no time. 
Yui: That’s unfortunate... Ah, listen! Let’s do our best to get back to the real world as fast as we can, so you can play your games again too!
Kino: What? Are you trying to get my attention by talking about something that you think I’ll like?
Yui: Ah...
Kino: Gotcha. You are so easy to read.
Kino: ...I think you’ll make a great toy.
Yui: Did you say something just now?
Kino: No, nothing at all.
  2. そのまま本題を話続ける Keep talking about the main topic  (black)
Yui: (If I give up so soon and just see what happens, nothing will change, so I should try talking about the matters at hand until he listens to me.) Kino, why don’t we try and come up with something to get back to where we belong as soon as possible?
Kino: Listen. Do you really think you’ll get through to me if you beg me please? Isn’t that a bit arrogant?
Yui: That wasn’t my intention, though... I’m sorry.
Kino: ...Ah, well. It’ll only be more of a pain in the ass for me if you keep being stubborn, so I’ll listen.
— END OF SELECTION DIALOGUE —
Kino: So, you want to return to where we belong? Do you have some kind of idea about the way to achieve that?
Yui: For now, I’ve only come up with one thing, though... We don’t have anything to lose, so why don’t we try and play on Reiji and the others’ sympathies and talk to them about these strange things that happened to the two of us?
Kino: That’s obviously a no-go.
Yui: Huh... Why?
Kino: If you say something like that out of the blue, don’t you think you’ll be thought of as a woman who’s lost her mind? You should know more than anyone that Reiji isn’t enough of an idiot to believe things like that easily.
Yui: That’s true... (Shuu would probably find me a nuisance. And Yuma...) (Even if they were to listen to me, it’d be over as soon as they look at me with suspicion...)
Kino: Well, in any case, I’ve gotten quite thirsty.
Yui: Ah, is that so?
Kino: ‘Is that so,’... You’re not very smart, are you? This is where you say, ‘I’ll go and get something for you,’ right?
Yui: Oh, me?
Kino: There’s nobody else here except you. Didn’t you say you’d join forces with me?
Yui: I did, but... (Rather than ‘joining forces,’ it just seems like I’m only being used at his convenience.) (However, Kino is the only one I can talk to in this situation, so I don’t want to cause an unfriendly atmosphere over something like this.) Okay, I’ll go get something for you.
Kino: Well then, guava juice, please.
Yui: Guava juice!? Do they have that here?
Kino: I dunno, but they might. So, go on and have a look.
Yui: R-right... okay. Huh? Come to think of it... we talked about this during dinner, but how do you get food around here? Maybe a supermarket... If it’s not that, are there any shops, for instance?
Kino: All that’s here is the church and the mansions. Nobody lives here except us. So, there aren’t any shops either.
Yui: Ah! Then, how do you get ingredients for our meals? 
Kino: All our resources are deposited at a specific spot. From there, our familiars bring them to us.
Yui: Deposited? Do they just appear suddenly?
Kino: I haven’t seen the exact spot, so I don’t know. However, the fact that these items are deposited as time elapses... It’s like a game world, isn’t it?
Yui: This isn’t the time for such carefree talk! There’s no way food would naturally appear like that out of the blue. So there has to be—
Kino: Someone is putting the resources there. 
Yui: ...!
Kino: The distorted memories, the provision of resources, it’s all intentional.  Well, there must be a mastermind who took us here and is making us fight.
Yui: A mastermind...? (Someone brought us here with some sort of goal. By making everyone fight one another over the Throne.) (Who on Earth could do something like...)
Kino: In any case, where’s my juice? I’ll punish you if you don’t bring it to me within 10 seconds.
Yui: What!? 10 seconds!?
Kino: Ten, nine...
Yui: (I-I have to hurry and search the kitchen!) I’m back, Kino...
Kino: Took you longer than 10 seconds. Why did you come back empty-handed, though?
Yui: I looked in the kitchen and the storage room, but I couldn’t find such a specific kind of juice.
Kino: What? Why isn’t there any guava juice?
Yui: If only I knew...
Kino: Reiji’s dishes and Yuma’s vegetables are all there, but my juice isn’t... This pisses me off...
Yui: Huh... Kino?
Kino: I told you I’d punish you if it took you more than 10 seconds, right?
Yui: B-but, there really isn’t any juice in this mansion!?
Kino: That’s true... but I just really wanted to drink some sweet guava juice. So... Then let me drink your blood instead.
Yui: Ah, that’s... Stop, Kino...!
Kino: Hm... Fine. Struggle as much as you want. It’ll be so much fun making you submit yourself to me.
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Kino: [bites down]
Yui: Ah... Kino! (I can’t do it... I can’t compete with his strength.)
Kino: Ha... I have no use for you, but your blood is the only thing that’s good about you. Tell me that you’ll sacrifice yourself to me. Beg me to drain you of every last drop of blood in your body. Ah, you can cry and apologise all you want, you know? Even if you were to get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness with your forehead to the ground, that won’t be enough.
Yui: There’s no way I’d...
Kino: Then I won’t forgive you. I’ll bite deeper than before. [bites down]
Yui: [struggles] (His fangs are in so deep... It hurts...) Kino, please, stop...
Kino: There’s no way I would. I won’t let you go unless I want to. I’m thirsty because you didn’t bring me any juice.
Yui: That’s... Not even my fault...
☆ EXTRA AUDIO — TOUCH THE SPOTS ON THE SCREEN ☆
     (Yui’s hair) Hehe... No matter how much you resist, you’ll always succumb to the pleasure of having your blood sucked in the end... You’re so easy to read.
     (Yui’s right hand) Why are you trying to resist so much? This is your own fault. C’mon, be a good girl and stay put.
Yui: (Kino is... having fun doing this. He doesn’t want to listen to what I have to say at all...) (I told him I’d cooperate with him, but... If he keeps doing things like this to me, I won’t be able to trust him...)
Kino: What, lost in thought? You’re so calm. Well then, I’ll drink even more. It might hurt if you don’t stay put, you know?
Yui: N-no...! Stop...!
Kino: Hehe, your frightened expression is the best. [bites down]
Yui: [breathes heavily] (I’m at my limit... He took so much, my conscience is...)
Kino: Huh? Did I drink too much? It’s no fun feeding off of you when you’re asleep, though. It can’t be helped. My thirst was quenched, so I’ll reward you by carrying you to your room.
Yui: (Ugh... Kino is picking me up...?)
Kino: Yeah. So, our destination is my room, correct?
Yui: ...Huh...?
Kino: I have to keep watch over you at all times, after all. From now on, you’ll be sleeping over in my room.
Yui: T-that’s...
Kino: I don’t need your permission.
Yui: (I really can’t tell if I should trust him or not.) (What... will become of me from now on?) (No... I can’t think straight. My conscience is fading—)
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Captain
Request: I would like to request a Captain America imagine with smut, angst, and fluff, where the reader is younger than him, joins the team and trains really hard because she wants to help people. Usually, around the others she is confident, funny, and loves to help the others, but she has a huge crush on Cap and she thinks that he may not like her back because she is younger and inexperienced, so for some time she locks herself up 
A/N: Thanks so much for the request! I hope you enjoy it :-) Heather
Word Count: 2K
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Rating: NSFW
Warnings: Swearing, SMUT (oral f receiving, unprotected sex, captain kink) 
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“Your first mission is next week. Are you ready?” Bucky asked as you swung at him. He easily dodged your punch but wasn’t as lucky with your kick.
“Seems like I’m more prepared than you, old man,” you chuckled as he landed on his back. You held out your hand and helped him up.
“Nice work, (Y/N),” Steve said from the side of the ring. You turned around in surprise and in doing so caught yourself up on your shoelaces and fell flat on your face.
“Let’s just hope the enemy isn’t a shoelace,” Bucky laughed. Steve rolled his eyes at him and asked if you were okay.
“Yeah, yeah I’m great! So good! I’ll see you guys later!” You rambled while you stumbled out of the ring. You ran off toward the exit so you could hide away in your room for the rest of the day. Steve probably thought you were a clumsy idiot and you don’t dare show your face in front of him today.
You decided to watch a few movies on Netflix and only emerged from your room when your stomach demanded it. You made your way to the kitchen where Wanda had started on dinner.
“Hey (Y/N), care to help?” She asked. You loved learning different recipes from Wanda and always jumped at the opportunity to cook with her. “So I heard you got a bit flustered in front of Steve today in training.”
“Who told you? Was it Bucky? I’ll kill him,” you groaned.
“We all think you should just tell Steve how you feel. It’s obvious he likes you too,” she tells you. You drop the spoon you were holding and curse.
“It’s obvious that he doesn’t feel the same way and by telling him I would just make things so much worse,” you sighed.
“Why wouldn’t he like you? You’re smart, strong, funny, loyal, beautiful…I could go on forever,” she smiles.
“Did you wanna go out with me?” You smirk at her. She rolls her eyes and laughs.
“I wouldn’t steal you away from Cap,” she says. You shake your head and scowl.
You two finish dinner in silence and call everyone down to eat. You take your usual place next to Natasha and Sam and wait for everyone else to file in.
“How’s your face feeling, (Y/N)? Those laces really got the better of you,” Bucky smirked from across the table.
“I heard it was after she got the best of you, Tin-man,” Sam snaps. Bucky frowns at him but shuts up nonetheless. You nudged Sam and smiled and he just sent you a wink.
“Are you excited for the mission next week, kiddo?” Tony asked.
“I am actually,” you answered.
“I remember my first mission, it was so cool,” Peter joined in and wouldn’t stop talking. You all listened and laughed.
You had joined the team a little while after Peter had and you were a little older too. He was like a little brother yet he still had more missions and training under his belt. That was one of the reasons you knew Steve could never like you. You were one of the youngest ones on the team and he was like a hundred. Of course, he didn’t look a hundred but you get the idea.
You all continued to laugh and eat and you forgot about any worry that was in your mind. That was until Steve walked in.
“Sorry I’m late, guys,” he apologized.
Steve took a plate and sat next to Bucky almost directly across from you. He sent you a small smile that almost caused you to choke.
“We were just discussing missions, didn’t miss much,” Tony informed him. “Any advice for our young Padawan here?” Steve looked over to you and you wanted to crawl under the table.
“If you can kick Bucky’s ass, you’re gonna be fine,” Steve smiled.
“She didn’t kick my ass, I let her win,” Bucky whined.
“Sure you did, pal. We all know (y/n) is plenty capable of taking you down,” Steve joked. “Just don’t rush, don’t panic, and know that we all have your back.”
“Got it, Captain,” you nod. You see Steve’s smile fall a bit and his jaw tensed. Had you angered him? Should you have said yes sir instead? You started to panic and everyone noticed the frantic look in your eyes. You quickly excused yourself from the table and brought your plate to the sink, nearly tripping on Clint’s quiver. Why did he even carry that thing with him?
“Is she okay?” Steve asked. “Nerves for the mission?”
“She seems pretty confident about the mission,” Sam told him. His friend could be so oblivious sometimes.
“Why don’t you go ask her what’s wrong?” Nat suggested.
“I’m not sure I’m the best person to do that,” he mumbled sadly. He thought that you didn’t like him, were scared of him even. You always seem to rush out of the room when he enters and you get nervous.
“You’re most definitely the best person to do that,” Bucky said. He took Steve’s plate and threw it in the sink. “Now go.”
“Jeez, fine, I’ll go,” he said. He walked down the long hallway to your room and knocked. Friday informed you who the visitor was and you started to clam up.
“H-hey,” you said when you opened the door.
“Are you okay?” He asked.
“Yeah..uh yes, yes, captain,” you said. Steve clenched his fist and took a deep breath. You looked up at him with your innocent doe eyes and frowned, Steve thought he was gonna lose it.
“You don’t have to call me that when we’re not on a mission. Steve is fine,” he told you.
“Yes, cap- I mean Steve.”
“Can I...can I come in maybe? I’d like to talk some more,” he asked. You move out of the way and let him in, watching him take a seat on your bed. Your heart was going a million miles an hour and you prayed that he couldn’t hear it.
“Did I do something wrong?” You ask.
“No, of course not! I just wanted to make sure that you’re really okay. That you’re settling in with the team.”
“Yeah, everyone’s great. I love it here,” you answer honestly. You really did love the team and the work, even if it was hard.
“No one makes you uncomfortable?” He asked awkwardly.
“No?”
“Not even me?” He asked. He finally looked up at you and you were shocked.
“No! You don’t make me uncomfortable,” you tell him. You sit next to him on the bed. “Why do you think that?”
“You always seem nervous around me and it feels like you try to avoid me,” he almost whispered.
“It’s not that you make me uncomfortable” you sigh. You really didn’t want to have this conversation right now.
“Do you not like me then?”
“It’s not that either,” you sighed. “I do… like you…”
“So why do you avoid me?” He questioned.
“Because I have a crush on you and it’s easier to avoid you than to confront it. I know I’m too young for you and inexperienced. I didn’t want to make things weird between us and I’m sure it’ll go away soon. I’m sorry, Captain,” you babble.
Steve isn’t sure what to say because he never thought that your behavior was because you had a crush on him. He thought back to all the times when you’d start to ramble or trip over things when he entered the room or how you whispered to Wanda sometimes when he was around. He now understood that when you would clench your thighs together when watching him train wasn’t because he scared you but because he aroused you. His long silence worried you.
“C-captain?” His eyes snapped to yours and they were filled with lust. He leaned forward and captured your lips with his. You froze in shock until he pulled away.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have! It’s just I like you too and you kept calling me Captain… I couldn’t help myself and that’s no excuse but-“ you cut him off by kissing him. You practically jumped in his lap and straddled him. His large hands gripped your hips and pulled you down onto his clothed, rock hard cock. You moaned into the kiss and he pulled away.
“Do you wanna go further?” He asked breathlessly.
“Yes, Captain,” you bite your lip when he groans. He begins to attack your neck, nipping and kissing all over. He pulled your shirt from your body and your bra soon followed. He lifted you from his lap and you whined, earning a slap on the ass from Steve.
Steve got undressed and watched you take off your shorts and panties. You both looked at each other before he nearly lunged at you. Your tongues were as entwined as your bodies. His hand worked its way to your pussy and your body jolted when his fingers found your clit. He rubbed slow circles while his other hand palmed your breast.
“More, please,” You whimpered and moved your hips for more friction. Steve obliged and plunged a finger into your core, a second one quickly following. His thumb continued to rub circles on your clit while his fingers quickly had you falling to pieces. “Fuck, Captain! Yes!”
“Cum for me, baby,” he whispered. With one final thrust of his fingers into your g-spot, you came undone. Goosebumps covered your skin as you began to tremble. When Steve was satisfied with his work he slowly removed his fingers from you. You tried to move so you could return the favor but he stopped you. “I need to be inside you. I need to feel you.”
“Fuck,” you moaned. He stroked his cock a few times before lining it up with your entrance.
“Are you ready?” He asked.
“Please, Captain, fuck me,” you told him. He didn’t need to be told again. He slid his cock into you inch by inch. You had never felt so full before.
Once he was fully seated inside of you he pulled back. This time he slammed back in causing you to gasp. He began to thrust into you at a relentless pace. Your name fell from his lips like a prayer and he peppered you with kisses.
Your body began to tense again, your climax building quickly.
“Steve, I’m gonna cum,” you whined.
“Wait for me, sweetheart,” he told you. His thrusts became harder as he was chasing your climax trying to earn his own. You pulled him down to kiss you and your fingernails dug into his neck. The stinging pain mixed with the feeling of you was enough to get him to the edge.
“Cum for me, Captain,” you whispered. His thrusts slowed to a deliciously slow pace, the tip of his cock nudging your g-spot with each thrust. The feeling of him releasing inside of you was more than enough to send shockwaves through your body. Steve continued to work his cock into you slowly until both of you were completely satiated.
“That was amazing,” he mumbled into your neck before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.
“I guess I should’ve been calling you captain sooner,” you chuckled. You winced when he pulled his cock out and he pulled you close to his chest.
“As much as I love hearing you come undone for your Captain, I think it’d be much easier if you called me Steve in front of the team or on dates so I don’t tear your clothes off every chance I get,” he laughed.
“So we’re gonna go on dates?” You asked nervously.
“Of course, sweetheart. I meant it when I said that I like you too. You’re young but that doesn’t matter to me. What matters is that you’re kind and caring and you kick ass” he smiled at you. You turned to him and kissed him. You never wanted to leave your bed, the feeling of your bodies twisted as one was too good to let go of. “I really think we have something here.”
“I think so too...Captain.”
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PICKING UP THE PIECES
                                 Chapter 1. Breathing Space It was his palace now; this small ramshackle farmhouse. From it, he reigned over New Asgard like the king he was supposed to be. Yet, this king bore the heavy twin burdens of guilt and failure that drove him to overindulge in beer and food, forcing him to pack on the pounds and become the proud owner of a huge belly. In his sleep, nightmares plagued him, causing him to wake up screaming and throwing him into a deep depression. He was Thor Odinson, no longer the God of Thunder and Lord of the Lightning; but Thor Odinson, God of Gluttony! Silence hung heavy in the air as he watched her walking about the room. She said not a word, but every once in a while, a tear would fall as she remembered the emotional pain he caused her five years ago. He was just starting to feel his guilt then, and she was offering her friendship and support, only to be driven away. Terrible and ugly things were said, and they hadn’t spoken to each other since. It was her decision to come and see him with the intent to mend fences and, hopefully, to start again. She hoped he felt the same. Weary of walking, she finally sat on the threadbare couch and folded herself up into a ball. He cautiously approached her, unable to gauge her mood. He carefully sat down beside her and waited for her to speak. She looked balefully at him through one eye, never knowing whether to chew him out or just take him in her arms and forgive him. Heaving a huge sigh, she uncurled herself and got her first full look at him. Gone was the sleek black and silver armour with its red cape and, in its place, he wore an ancient pair of tan plaid pants, a pair of Crocs, a couple of shirts layered one atop the other; all covered by some sort of jacket. His beard was scruffy, and his hair looked as though it hadn’t seen a bottle of shampoo for about a fortnight to a month. In short, the poor man was a mess. He sat on his end of the couch much as he did on that bench five years ago; big hands folded in front of him and failure written in his eyes. He bowed his great shaggy head and started to sob. That made up her mind. She slid over to him and held him as tightly as she could. He, too, remembered that awful day five years ago, smiling a little as he felt his shoulders being rubbed. He looked at her, wondering how he could hurt her the way he did; returning her embrace. “Doc Strange told me everything,” she finally said. “I wasn’t your enemy, Thor. You could’ve told me.” “I know, my lady, but it was all too painful to repeat. The words I said to you were those of a spoiled child who revels in the pain and misery of others. I’ll admit I was surprised he brought you hereafter that,” he explained. “If you wish, you can end our friendship, and we’ll say goodbye here.” She shook her head as she chuckled at that notion. She leaned her forehead against his. “If there was one lesson I learned from that first day I met you, that lesson was there’s no getting over you, Thor Odinson. I’m here to give you a second chance and hope that you and I can go further than just being friends?” she told him. “I mean if you’ll have me.” “ Rossi, you don’t know how much I want that, but look at me! I’m fat. I eat and drink too much. I sit around and play games all day. Surely, you don’t want a mess like me who had failed everyone. Are you sure I’m the one you want?” he asked as she hugged him. “I guess I am the one you want.” She kissed him and patted his belly. She cared not what he looked like for she wasn’t too svelte herself. She liked men with big soft bellies for it meant they had plenty of padding to squish, and Thor had more than his fair share of squish. He shook his head as he tried to dry his tears. Excusing herself, she headed for the nearest Kleenex box. She returned to his lap, box in hand, and gave him two of its contents. He blew his nose and dried his eyes, looking at her again. “I...I don’t deserve you, Rossi,” Thor hiccupped. “I don’t deserve the friendship of anyone. I’m a fat failure.” “You let me be the judge of that? Over these past five years, I’ve grown quite fond of you, my big beautiful Viking. Yes, you did hurt me when you drove me away that first time. Well, my dear boy, you’re not going to do that again,” she told him in no uncertain terms. “You may be fat, but you’re no failure. I read the letter you left behind, and the words I read weren’t those of a spoiled child, but those of a remorseful grown man. That’s the main reason I’m here. It’s time to give Earth back her God of Thunder. It’s time to give me back my God of Thunder.”
“I’m nobody’s God of anything,” Thor sniffled. “In my dreams, I keep seeing my parents and Loki die again and again.”
He smiled sweetly as his again filled with tears. He had forgotten she was always in his corner, much along the lines of Tony Stark. He remembered her anger toward the Avengers for his sake when he thought she had no need. Now, here he was--a mess of a man who feared failure.
“I know how to clean up messes, including messes that walk on two feet,” she said. “When was the last time you had a good bath?”
The big Asgardian shrugged. He had gotten used to his own smell during the time he was in exile. He didn’t think he stunk, but it was obvious she did. She didn’t mean it to be unkind, but showing that she cared a lot for him. He looked at her and shook his shaggy head. She stroked his temple.
“That’s okay. It’s all fine. Now, I’ve brought some nice clean clothes for you,” she said. “Now, let’s get you naked.”
Mischief now twinkled in the ice-blue eyes. Didn’t Viking men have other things to think about besides sex? Oh, yeah, there was also that little thing called war. She paled a little when she saw his partial erection. He stepped into the tub and settled in the water with a contented sigh. She slathered a washcloth with soap and started scrubbing his broad back.
“Ahhh!” he groaned. “Gods, this  feels good!”
“Okay, Thor, give me your arse!” she chirped.
He rose on all fours and broke wind. She opened the window to air out the room. When she  came back, she found him lying on his back; his huge stomach exposed to the air. She handed him the soap and washcloth and told him  to wash his front. He pouted a little but obliged. Again, she saw his cock rising for the simple reasons that the water was still warm, and he was scrubbing it. She pronounced him clean and  told him to get out of the tub. She closed the window and told him to stay put as she went to get the shampoo she had also brought with her. He had pulled the plug out of the tub and was drying himself. She turned on the shower; this time to wash his hair. She knew he didn’t like people touching it, but she needed to get it clean; he needed to have it clean. She handed him the bottle and told him to wash it.
In his room, she looked at the mattress on the  floor and had a pretty good idea as to why it was there. He was soon with her, and she showed him what she had brought. She had T-shirts big enough to cover his tummy and buttonless trousers that would stretch and caress his stomach. A bear hug awarded her efforts. His old clothes were still wearable but needed washing something fierce. He dried his hair with the towel than let it dry naturally. She next turned to the mattress and considered clean sheets for it. The ones it had on now, well, words couldn’t describe the shape they were in. One thing for sure was that they needed to be changed and, knowing Thor’s penchant to go into town for his meals, she would check out the town to see if  there were any linen shops. His room seemed big enough for two people, so she’d build a nest for herself close enough to Thor so he could reach out and touch her during the night. He wouldn’t be alone when he had one of his nightmares again. She suspected that he had no one to comfort him in the past, but he had someone now.
“Let’s get something to eat,” Thor said. “You look tired, Rossi.”
“I feel as though I’ve been ridden hard and put up wet,” she said as she tried to stifle a yawn.
“Would I be pushing it if I asked you if you’d like to have a snooze with me?” Thor asked.
She smiled as thoughts of laying her head down on  that great belly for use as a pillow danced in her head.
“No, I don’t think you’d be pushing it,” she replied as she tried to stifle another yawn.
She flopped down on  the mattress and watched as the great deity take off his clothes. He soon stood naked before her; his great belly and erection proudly showing  themselves.
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“WAIT...AM I HEARING YOU RIGHT? YOU NEED HIS HELP? AFTER CASTING HIM ASIDE LIKE AN OLD WHEN HE WAS GOING THROUGH HIS OWN PERSONAL HELL, YOU NEED HIS HELP? FIVE YEARS AGO, NOT A DAMN ONE OF YOU CAME OUT OF YOUR OWN PITY PARTIES TO SHOW HIM ANY SUPPORT OR FRIENDSHIP OR GIVE HIM A SHOULDER TO CRY ON. YOU CALL YOURSELVES HIS FRIENDS, BUT REAL  FRIENDS DON’T ACT LIKE YOU ALL DID. HE ONLY SHOVED ME AWAY BECAUSE HE THOUGHT I WAS ONE THE SAME WAVELENGTH YOU GUYS WERE THEN ON. YOU TREATED HIM LIKE YOUR GOLDEN SLAVE OR YOUR GOLDEN LACKEY. THOR SAID IT BEST HIMSELF WHEN HE SAID: ‘NOTHING LASTS FOREVER, NOT EVEN FRIENDSHIP. NOTHING.’ WELL, HE CERTAINLY HIT THE NAIL ON THE HEAD WITH THAT ONE, IF YOU WERE EVER FRIENDS AT ALL. THE ONLY ONE WHO WAS IN HIS CORNER, BESIDES ME, WAS TONY HERE,” she roared at them. “FRIENDS, MY ASS! IF I LOOKED UP ‘FRIEND’ IN THE DICTIONARY, I WOULDN’T SEE YOUR PICTURES BESIDE IT. YOU’RE JUST COVERING YOUR OWN ASSES BECAUSE YOU DIDN’T WIN YOUR LAST BATTLE WITH THANOS.”
“Rossi, we’re protecting Midgard from him,” Thor tried to tell the irate little woman, but she was having none of it.
“THOR IS THE BEST THING TO HAPPEN TO ME SINCE JT. NOW, YOU WANT TO TAKE THAT AWAY FROM ME? WHEN ARE YOU BLOODY LOT GOING TO STOP?” she bellowed; her voice breaking.
She dropped into Thor’s chair. She had had her fill of Stark and his bunch. Cap tried to say something in the Avengers’ defence, but he got one of her deadlier glares. He closed his mouth and stepped back into his spot. He and Thor exchanged looks as she rose from  the chair and left for the bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
“Let’s go,” was all Thor could say. He knew trying to  reason with her when she was in this mood was night onto impossible.
“She’ll be okay, Thor,” Tony assured him.
“I’m not so sure, Brother Anthony. The last time she was this angry was five years ago,” Thor said. “I know she misses her husband. Now, she fears losing me. I hope she’s here when I get back.”
The Hulk made an attempt but was warded off. He shrugged his big green shoulders and followed his friends out. Stark thwarted all attempts to reason with the Canadian expat and herded them out the door.
“She won’t listen to any of us, so we might as well go,” he said. “Thor, did she say how long she was married to her last husband?”
“Ten years, I think,” the big Asgardian replied. “She told me he was murdered by a  group of of people call the New York Mafia.”
Stark cringed. That was one group of people with whom no one should mess. The wounds from his death were still fresh, and Thor was there to help her heal.
“All we can do is get you back to her in one piece, Point Break,” he said quietly.
The minute she was gone, she started  to pack. There was a bed and breakfast in town where she could clear her mind and decide on her next moves. Yes, she’d go back to him because she didn’t want to see him drink himself into the ground. He deserved a good long happy life.
Why couldn’t she give that to him? It was for the simple reason that the Avengers kept getting in the way. She could remember when he first came to Midgard as an arrogant spoiled Asgardian prince who thought humans were petty and tiny. Well, a lot of water had gone over the Falls since  then, and the prince change his mind. She and her fellow humans welcomed the deity with open arms once he cut out the arrogance and snobbery. He had certainly mellowed during his time here and she, for one, was glad for the change. She now sat in the diner, picking at her food and wondering about her future.
The memory of what he said about being a good man rather than king made her smile. Thor was the polar opposite of his father--a man who, once during his numerous rages, almost beat the young Thor to death. Thor treated the people of Midgard with love, thoughtfulness--words that never were in Odin’s vocabulary. Thor learned that, if you treat people right, they’d treat you right.
Things his father never learned.
She pushed her plate aside and stared out the window, thinking of what her life would be like without the big Asgardian. God only knew  that she couldn’t compete with Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. The only solution was now staring her in  the face, and that was to give Thor over to the Avengers and just walk away. She spent this long without anyone; hell, what’s a little longer?
“G’day!” a voice said, making her jump. “Food’s usually pretty good here.”
“Mmmm...what?” she asked as she came out of her daydream.
“Kip Hemsworth,” the voice continued. “I was wondering if you’re okay. If ya don’t wanna talk, I’ll understand.”
Tears of relief coursed down her cheeks. Who sent this guy? Sure, he was a stranger, but she desperately needed to talk to someone. Besides, weren’t strangers friends one had yet to meet?
“Rossi Sullivan--hi,” she sniffled as she watched her small hand disappear into his giant paw.
“Mind?” he asked as he pointed to the bench opposite her.
“Park it,” was all she said before going silent.
When she got her first good look at him, her jaw dropped because she couldn’t believe what she was seeing--sandy blond hair, blue eyes that looked  right into her soul and, before he sat down, 6′3″ in height. How could three men look so much alike without being related?
“I don’t know where to start,” she said.
“The beginning is always good,” he said.
She sighed as the waitress appeared.
He ordered her a grilled ham and cheese and a cuppa; for himself, steak and eggs and a beer.
She told him everything--how she left North America to become a British citizen and how her husband was murdered by the New York Mafia, cutting her last  ties with that continent.
“Sorry, I must be boring you. Here I am prattling on, and you haven’t gotten a word in edgewise, she said.
 “No worries,” Kip said, taking a sip from his beer. “So, what do you do in London?”
“I brought my mother’s family home, so to speak. I’m half British blood, and I have my British passport. After the 2012 Games, I started the process of becoming a British citizen. I now have a lovely little flat right above Sherlock Holmes and John Watson,” she said. “I have a job with Madame Tussauds Wax Museum.”
Kip just looked at her when she said that. Weren’t Sherlock Holmes and John Watson fictional characters? She just smiled and assured him that they were just as real as she and him were. She pulled out her tablet and went to Tumblr. There was an article about her solving the Regents Park Zoo murders and putting a huge dent in Holmes’ ego. She also dented his ego when she found the person causing all the trouble with the weather on the Westminster tube. She pulled up a picture of Holmes and Watson and showed it to him. Kip just staring at it, trying to wrap his head around the idea that pair was real.
“So, how long were you and JT married?” Kip asked before taking another bite of steak.
“”We were married fifteen years...,” he voice trailed off and she bowed her head.
‘Hemsworth, you idiot!’ Kip berated himself as he pulled her close. 
“I didn’t mean to upset you,” he whispered as he pulled her close.
“It’s okay, Kip. I was just thinking about our life together, and how we were hoping to grow old together.”
“I’ll soon have to go back to Stralia, but how about we travel together to England? I can stay for a few days, and you can show me London and, maybe someday, you can come and see me?” Kip offered cheerfully.
“I’d like that, “ she murmured as she smiled at him through her tears. “So what do you do besides go searching for the perfect wave?”
“I’m a sheep rancher in the Outback,” he replied as he finished the last bit of his steak and eggs. “I’ve got one of the bigger stations.”
“You don’t run it by yourself?” she asked as she swallowed her last bit of tea.
“Nope! It’s usually just Liam and I. Liam’s my youngest brother,” Kip said.
She went white. What were the odds of two men having a brother named Liam?
All Kip knew about Chris was that he was an actor and he played a god.
Kip was constantly smiling, bless his Aussie heart. He was smiling now, and she smiled back.
“Are you alright, Rossi?” he asked now.
She nodded. Sure, she was a bit weary, but fine.
“I was thinking of Thor,” she said.
“Ah, your fella. Now, the truth comes out!” Kip teased.
“May I bring your check?” a voice cut into the conversation.
“I guess there’s no time like the present,” she said before turning the tablet on again.
She tapped the Tumblr icon and found a picture of Chris as he look in Thor: The Dark World. She swallowed once and showed the picture to Kip. Beer flew everywhere, and the rancher started coughing. She put the tablet down and slapped him between  the shoulders. He held his hands up in an attempt to get her to stop. He stared at the picture, speechless, for the next few minutes.
‘I’ve come this far. I might as well go all the way,’ she thought.
She found a picture of Chris being his charming goofy Aussie self at a convention.
“Um...Kip?” she said.
“Yeah?” he said. “What have you got there?”
She handed him the tablet, and the poor man went as white as a sheet of paper. She was beginning to suspect that this was the first time he ever slapped eyes on Chris. They headed for the airport. Purchasing their tickets for Heathrow and checking their suitcases, they headed for the lounge to await their flight. She glanced at him and felt the tears come again.
“So you’re leaving him?” Kip asked.
“I’m not leaving him. I’m giving him breathing space so he can get his priorities in order. I left him a letter stating as such because I can’t compete with the Avengers--you know, Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. I’d call them Earth’s Mightiest Homewreckers, but that’s just me. All Tony Stark has to do is snap his fingers, and Thor gallops off like some obedient Golden Retriever. I’ve had it with Tony Stark and his bunch. Five years ago, his so-called friends, the Avengers, never lent him a shoulder to cry on or talk to him about the hell he was going through. That hell was the death of his parents and his brother, Loki, plus his feelings of failure. I called the Avengers out on the carpet, but he went anyway...I’m sorry!”
“Come here, Rossi,” Kip said.
“I’m sorry for dumping this all on you,” she said as she fell into his embrace. 
“It’s alright. I asked,” he said as he held her.
She pulled some Kleenexes from pocket as she smiled moistly at him.
He was one of the good ones, this lad.
When she finally got her act together, he held her out at arms’ length.
“Still have feelings for him?” he asked.
“Yeah. There’s just no getting over Thor Odinson,” she said.
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Yesterday Once More | Dark Fix-It Fic Series | Chapter 3
A/N: This fic is one that I started with my OC because honestly, I personally didn’t like how season 3 ended. So I am rewriting all of Dark with my OC Annalise Dahlheim. I hope you all like it. Some things will be expanded more on just for more depth to Dark that season 3 kinda skipped over so…. yeah.
CW: Canon Typical Triggers: Smoking, Sex, Language, Drugs, Drinking, Death, Violence, Suicide Mentions, Cutting, Violence.
Word Count:  4.9k
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Jana laid on the couch watching a commercial for Mads’s favorite candy bar called Raider. 
Mikkel blinked and decided to walk into the home. There must have been some mistake. This was just Martha and Magnus playing a joke on him with their friends and his family would be there waiting for him to give him a giant hug. Martha would be there apologizing for never paying attention to him. His brother would be there never letting him go. Katharina would be making his favorite sweets while she tended to his wounds. Ulrich finally getting him that magic set he was eyeing for a while...And Annalise would be there smiling and crying thanking everything that he was back home safe pressing her forehead against his.
When he walked in, he was welcomed to no such sight. He walked into the dining and living room and called, “Mom”
Jana looked up from the couch and responded, “Mads?” She desperately looked at the boy before her.
Mikkel shifted uncomfortably, “Who are you? Where are my parents?” He felt so confused. This was his house. Why wasn’t everything making sense?
Pitifully, Jana moved from around the couch and knelt to study the boy standing in her dining room.
“Who are you,” Mikkel repeated.
Jana held onto the boy and asked, “Do you know where he is?” Mikkel tried to pull away from the woman but she held onto the only thing that may be a clue to her own son having gone missing. “Do you know where Mads is?” she clarified for him.
“You’re hurting me,” Mads protested. He kept trying to get away but Jana’s grip was one of a mother still clinging to the hope of finding her child.
“Want are you doing here,” Jana pleaded, “Say something.” She finally allowed the strange boy to go. She fell back to sob to herself not fully believing any of this was real. Mikkel backed himself into the hallway and bolted to the front door to getaway. Jana bawled, “When is he coming back?” She lowered herself into a ball on the floor to cry.
Ines walked into her work. The sounds of her shoes echoed throughout the white hallways. Her uniform was neat and orderly as always. She paced down the hall before a coworker commented, “Ines, can you do the night shift today too? Mrs. Schuttler’s daughter has a fever and I have to take Benni to soccer. Since you have no…”
Ines stopped and turned. She interrupted the lady to confirm, “No family.”
Her coworker sighed and tilted her head, “That’s not what I meant.”
Ines laughed to ease the tension and commented, “It’s not a problem.”
“Thanks. And please, don’t tell Dr. Reimann?” The lady called to her coworker’s leaving form.
Ines stopped and turned once more to pantomime locking her mouth with a key and putting it into her pocket. “Mum’s the word,” she whispered with a small giggle. Her heart remembering the young boy who had taught her to do that. She wondered what he could be doing and where he could be. It had been at least thirty four years since she had last seen him.
“Thanks.”
Ines continued down the hall once more.
Egon sat in his office listening to the radio berate him about Mads’s disappearance. He sat disheveled at his desk staring at all of the mess around him. His phone started to ring. He sighed then answered the phone, “Tiedemann.” He sat and listened before he asked, “Where?” He continued to wait then responded, “I’m on my way.”
Claudia used her rearview mirror to put on her signature red lipstick. “In times like these...One must face one’s own fears.” She quoted to herself, “Because the future…” She looked down at her speech, “the future belongs to the bold. Not to the doubters, those forever stuck in the past.” She looked at her daughter with frizzy hair in the back. She shook her head and criticized, “Would you take a look at yourself? You can’t go to school like this.” Regina sat in the back of her mom’s car just looking out the window to the forest. Claudia continued, “Sometimes I think you have no idea what it is I do. Food, clothes, fencing classes. Who pays for all of that? And you can’t even bother combing your hair.” Claudia shook her head again. “Look at yourself. You look like a limp dishrag.” Fed up with her daughter’s silence she called back, “Hey, Regina, I’m talking to you. This is a huge deal for me, and I won’t let you spoil it. The board’s decision to entrust this post to a woman for the first time...”
Regina just stared out the window wishing she was already at school.
Mikkel walked to the high school hoping to find his mother, his siblings, or Annalise. He looked around. Everyone seemed to be dressed oddly. 
Katharina leaned against the lockers as she handed her friend a tape, “It’s awesome.” She commented then asked, “Know what the song’s about?”
“No,” her friend answered.
“A man who kidnaps a girl and takes her to the forest, just because she’s wearing red lipstick. In the end, he kills her,” The blonde explained.
Hannah raised her brow but stayed silent as their other friend responded, “That’s heavy.”
“My dad says lipstick is only for prostitutes,” Hannah, then, explained, “Anyway, I like Nino D’Angelo way more than Falco.”
Katharina shook her head, “Hannah, you’re as square as they come.”
Hannah smiled awkwardly.
Their friend scolded, “Come on Katharina. Don’t be so nasty.”
Mikkel slowly made his way to the small group of familiar seeming girls. He stared at them awkwardly.
“What are you looking at,” Katharina addressed the boy, “Weren’t you at Ulrich’s place earlier?”
Hannah looked at him and asked gently, “Are you new here?”
Mikkel shook his head quickly. “I..” he started, “I’m looking for my mom.”
Katharina smiled cockily at the boy, “This isn’t kindergarten.”
“She’s the principal here,” Mikkel defended himself.
Katharina’s eyes widened as she asked, “Mr. Hubert?” Hannah laughed as the blonde continued, “he may be a fag, but he’s certainly not a woman.”
Mikkel looked down at the floor then back up at the girl, “Isn’t this Winden?”
Katharina scoffed at him then started to make her way to class. As she passed him, she asked, “Aren’t you a bit young to drop acid?”
Hannah deflected the conversation to ask, “You guys got history now?”
Mikkel stood and watched them leave annoyed. He had no idea what was going on.
Claudia pulled up to the nuclear power plant. She opened her door but stayed sitting in her car to put on her high heeled shoes.
Helge looked up from sweeping the street of paint. He smiled seeing Claudia. He greeted her, “Morning, Claudia.” He had always admired her even as a child.
“Morning,” Claudia tried to rush past him, but when she saw his sweet face she stopped to talk to him. He was just the same as the little boy she used to tutor.
“Your first day as boss,” He happily commented.
Claudia nodded and reaffirmed, “Yes.”
Helge lightly chuckled and swayed with his broom, “My dad told me the board voted unanimously for you.” He sighed and shrugged before continuing, “I wanted… Congratulations.”
Claudia smiled and nodded, “Thanks.”
“I always knew something would become of you,” Helge continued.
“Oh, Helge.” She nervously laughed. He was doing his weird Helge thing again, she thought to herself.
Helge, then, said as he stopped her from leaving. “And I have…” He paused to pull out a nicely wrapped gift, “A present for you.” He smiled proudly at her. Claudia looked down anxiously. The man then explained, “It’s a book.”
Claudia didn’t know what to say. She wasn’t expecting this at all even if it shouldn’t have surprised her that the man would go to such lengths. She just looked up and thanked him for it before looking back down at it. The stood awkwardly for a moment. Helge stared at her expectantly. Claudia smiled again, “Well, I’m running late. I have to get going.”
Helge let the woman pass finally and called after her, “We’re all behind you, Cl..”Helge stopped himself shaking his head knowing that Claudia didn’t much care. The wet rustles of the broom against the pavement started up once more as he tried to remove the painted graffiti of ‘No Future’ from in front of the plant’s gate.
“I came just before six t feed the animals and found this,” the farmer explained to Egon as the men stood in a field surrounded by a flock of unexplainable dead sheep.
Egon asked, “Maybe a wolf?”
The farmer looked up at the chief of police as if he was stupid, “No bite marks. Nothing.”
Perplexed, Egon looked around the field of sheep corpses around him, “Poisoned?” He asked with a shrug.
The man let out a small instinctual shrug and commented, “Yesterday they were lively as can be. First the thing with the boy, and now this. Such things didn’t use to happen here. Who would just kill 33 sheep? ‘Be on guard. Be alert. You do not know when that time will come.’ The Gospel of Mark, 13:33.”
Egon nodded then shook his head, “Didn’t know you were a churchgoer.”
The farmer nodded, “The parish has a new priest. A good man.”
Egon stared at the man for a second then sighed looking down towards one of the sheep. The autumn trees behind them bare and the bright green grass being early the only color in the dreary field.
Claudia stormed into the large building trying to get to her office. 
“Mrs. Tiedemann,” Her mousy secretary called to the woman boss as she rushed to catch up, “Mrs. Tiedemann. Tronte Nielsen from the paper is here, for the interview.” She smiled as Claudia looked back at her. She handed the other lady a binder, “and here are the figures from 1986 and 1985, as you requested.” The secretary watched as Claudia opened it up to examine the information. “They weren’t easy to get a hold of,” The woman admitted proud of her own hard work. When Claudia basically ignored her, she spoke up once more, “And congratulations again. I still can’t believe we have a woman as boss.��� The woman cheerfully beamed.
“Are you sure these are the right figures,” Claudia asked concerned with what she was looking at.
Her secretary confirmed with a simple, “Yes.”
Claudia slowly closed the binder and nodded to her secretary to let her know she did a good job and that she could leave her. Once the other lady left confused, Claudia went back to investigate the numbers.
Egon sat in his office typing up his report. He still seemed to be learning how to use the modern typewriter. There was a small shuffle that came from the entrance to his office. Egon looked up to see a small boy in a dirty red puffy jacket over a skeleton costume. He looked at the dazed boy and asked, “What are you doing here?”
Mikkel looked at the man. He blinked several times. Today was just getting weirder and weirder for him. “I…” He stumbled over his words until he got his footing, “I’m looking for my dad.”
Egon smiled gently. He finally felt as if he could have a win in these dark times. His heart leaped happily at the thought of being able to help this boy. He asked, “What’s his name?”
Mikkel took a breath and replied, “Ulrich Nielsen.”
Egon’s brow furrowed. “Ulrich Nielsen?” he asked, “The Ulrich Nielsen?”
Concerned, Mikkel asked, “Doesn’t he work here?”
“No,” Egon replied, “And I’m certain he never will.” He looked at his report then back at Mikkel in disbelief, “Oh, so this is a joke? Was this Ulrich’s dumb idea?” He walked over to the boy and examined his scraped up face, “Did he do this?” Egon would be surprised if the teen would have beaten up a kid to make him go along with a stupid prank. He asked again, “Did Ulrich do this?”
Mikkel shook his head quickly at the officer. He stared up worried. The realization started to hit him that this wasn’t just a joke.
Egon stood up straight once more and asked, “What’s your name?”
“Mikkel,” the small boy choked out.
“Last name,” Egon asked with a shrug.
“Nielsen,” Mikkel anwsered honestly, “I am Ulrich’s son.”
Egon sighed and then asked, “Now tell me your parents’ real names and I’ll take you home.”
Mikkel shook his head and then asked, “What’s the date?”
“The 5th of November,” Egon replied with a shrug.
Mikkel, then, asked, “What year?”
Egon laughed figuring the boy had a sense of humor. He shook his head as he chuckled, “1986.”
Mikkel took a step back. Everything was fully hitting him now. He repeated back the year to Egon. He, then, watched as Egon went to the phone to make a call. He listened as the man described him over the phone and asked for someone to come pick him up.
After hanging up, Egon picked up his coat and explained to the child, “Someone will be coming to pick you up and take care of that.” He motioned to Mikkel’s injuries before continuing, “In the meantime, I’ll take care of Ulrich.” He walked past the boy and vowed, “He won’t hurt you again. I promise.” The man then closed the door behind him leaving Mikkel to sit and wait.
Mikkel walked over to Egon’s desk and started to play with the Rubik’s cube. As soon as he solved it, he gently placed it down so that he could try calling his house. Sadly, he only got the robotic voice telling him that the number was not in service. Mikkel shook as he held back tears. The boy sat back down and tried to look around to find anything else to do. He found a lighter on the desk. He slowly pocketed it after checking if it still worked. Mikkel, then, spied a report on Egon’s desk about his Uncle Mads. He looked at it still processing that he was trapped in 1986. He looked at a picture of Ulrich and Mads that was near the exact one in his house. Hearing someone coming, Mikkel panicked and placed everything back before jogging to the front of the desk.
Ines carefully walked into the room and greeted the boy. She walked a bit closer then explained, “I’m Nurse Ines. But you can just call me Ines.” Mikkel stayed quiet as he stared at the woman. She slowly approached him and knelt down to be eye to eye with him, “I’ll take you to the hospital now. We’ll take a look at your arm, okay? Then I will bring you home safe and sound.” She smiled gently and held out a hand.
Meanwhile, Egon pulled up to the Nielsen’s. He tried the doorbell then knocking. When he got no answer, he slowly made his way inside the house. Rock music blared upstairs from inside the teenaged Ulrich’s room. Ulrich sat in his trashed room playing an old plug and play game when Egon walked in. Egon looked at the turntable and carefully removed the needle to get the boy’s attention.
Ulrich sneered. His eyes looked him up and down before asking, “What are you doing here?” He stood up from his chair.
Egon placed his hands in his pockets and quoted the song in English, “‘My only aim is to take many lives. The more the better I feel.’ Why do you listen to such stuff?” He walked closer to Ulrich, “The boy you sent, do you think that’s funny?”
Confused, Ulrich shrugged, “What boy?”
“Don’t think you’ll get away with this,” Egon threatened.
Ulrich leaned over to sniff the man. He pulled away and commented, “Have you been drinking again?”
Insulted, Egon asked, “Beg your pardon?”
Ulrich repeated, “I asked if you’ve been drinking again?”
“Who do you think you are,” Egon asked growing angry, “I want us to find your brother just as badly as you do.”
Ulrich stood his ground and watched as Egon turned to leave. 
Egon, then, had something catch his eye. He picked it up. There he held a sheep’s hoof in his hand. He turned and showed it to Ulrich, “What’s this?”
Growing annoyed, Ulrich responded, “A hoof. That’s obvious.”
Egon grabbed the shirt of the boy and pulled him closer, “Did you do that on the pasture?”
“What pasture,” Ulrich questioned.
“Did you kill the sheep?”
Ulrich started to raise his voice, “If you’d stop drinking your brain to mush, then Mads might be back by now.”
Jana walked in hearing her elder son had raised his voice. She stood in the doorway with her hands crossed over her chest. She looked at the man surprised and asked, “Mr. Teidemann?”
Egon let go of the teenager and slowly turned. Ulrich snatched the hoof back from the man. Egon tried to explain, “The door was open.”
Jana nodded, “Because of Mads. He forgot his key.”
Just to stir the pot, Ulrich lied, “Chief Inspector Tiedemann wants to update you on the investigation. They’ve got new findings. Hm?” Ulrich, then, sneered, “Exactly. You have nothing. Now kindly piss off!” The boy put away his hoof and turned his music back on before sitting back to continue his game.
Egon carefully moved past Jana and walked downstairs to see himself out. Jana just stared at her older son grateful that she still at least had Ulrich.
At the hospital, the doctor checked Mikkel’s vitals. Ines stood in the corner as the doctor took a look at the boy’s arm. “Everything’s in working order,” He commented. He then asked the boy, “How did this happen?”
Mikkel remained silent in mourning his old life.
“And you still won’t tell us your name,” The doctor asked the boy. A ring of a pager filled the room. The doctor looked down at it then told the boy, “Nurse Ines will bandage you up, okay? Then you can go back home.” He pet the boy’s head to try and comfort him before leaving.
Ines stared down at the empty name and general patient information on the intake report. Her heart ached. She looked back up at the boy and slowly sat in front of him. Mikkel just couldn’t hold it in anymore. Tears started to fall from his eyes. He was never going to be able to have his life back. Ines’s heart wrenched. She caressed the boy’s face and comforted, “Don’t cry. Everything will be okay.” She forced a small smile at him.
Claudia knocked on the door of the old director’s office. “Brend,” she called to him after opening the door, “I have to talk to you.” She walked into the office and closed the door behind her. She stormed to the retired man’s desk and slammed the binder she was carrying down. “Were you trying to slip this past me,” she accused. She angrily explained, “I said I need to know if there are skeletons in the closet.”
Bernd sighed, “There are things that are worth knowing and things worth not knowing because you can’t change them anyway.”
“What is this,” Claudia motioned with her hand. She opened up the report, “These are nothing like the reported figures. Here.” She looked up and nodded at him, “And here.” She looked up angrily again, “Everywhere. It’s been like that for three months now!” She motioned for him to speak to defend himself.
The man asked, “Do you know what has changed since Chernobyl? People have lost faith. In us, in nuclear power. They saw the images and they can’t get them out of their heads. But fear is the worst enemy of progress.”
Breathing hard, Claudia tried to piece together what he was trying to say. She shook her head, “So?”
“How many people around here rely on the plant for their livelihood,” Bernd counterpointed.
Claudia swallowed realizing now what he was saying. “We have 612 employees, excluding…”
“Everyone!” Bernd corrected the woman, “And when you take over this job tomorrow, you’ll be taking on responsibility for the nuclear power plant, but you’ll also be taking responsibility for the entire town. And now tell me, was I wrong about you?” 
Claudia sighed. She crossed her arms across her chest then stated, “All the more reason for me to know just what this means.
Egon stood in the morgue with the examiner who was opening up one of the sheep’s heads. The examiner droned on about how exciting and historical it was for Claudia to be taking over the plant. He tried to just focus back on the case, “So were they poisoned?”
“Hardly,” the examiner chuckled, “All signs point to sudden cardiac arrest.”
“Cardiac arrest,” Egon asked surprised.
“Yes.”
“All 33?”
The examiner explained, “It’s common with sheep. They’re very sensitive creatures. If a few start to panic, the entire herd freaks out. It’s a vicious cycle. They just drop dead. Like flies.”
Egon, then, asked, “And what could cause such a panic?”
“All kinds of things,” the other man educated the officer.
“A person,” Egon asked surprised.
The medical examiner asked, “A single person?” He replied back, “Unless he’s Freddy Krueger, he’d have his work cut out for him.”
Egon, still focused on Ulrich, asked, “Did one of the sheep…” He stopped and rephrased his question, “I mean, was one of them missing a hoof?”
The medical examiner shook his head, “No. They are all as God created them.”
The men had a bit of an exchange about if this could be Satanists when the examiner found something. His brow pushed together, “Strange.” He motioned for Egon to come to see, “Look here.” The medical examiner pointed to its eardrum, “The eardrums are ruptured. On both sides. Strange.”
Claudia rolled Bernd into the woods to a place that he instructed. The man held out a yellow key to her and said, “What we know is a drop, what we don’t know is an ocean.” He then handed her a flashlight.
Claudia opened up the gate that enclosed a natural cave system. She repelled down into it. Leaves rustled out of the way and screamed as her heels punctured them. She turned on the flashlight and tried to look around.
Ines wrapped Mikkel’s hand and asked, “Won’t you tell me your name and where you live?” Mikkel stayed quiet so she asked, “Don’t you want to go home? If something happened at home… You can stay here for now.” 
Mikkel refused to look at her. He was just trying to focus on not crying. Magnus and Martha would have made fun of him for crying. What was it that Annalise used to do that would stop him from crying? Agony struck him while he started to realize he was starting to forget little things. Or was it that he never actually fully appreciated them so he never paid full attention in the first place. He longed for Katharina’s arms to wrap around him. 
Ines finished her work and told the boy, “If you want to talk, I’m here.” She held his hands in hers and gently rubbed his wrists with her thumbs, “I’m on the night shift too.” Seeing the boy not letting up from the ground he stood on, she placed some comics down on the bed for him and explained, “Here, something to read.”
“I’ve come from the future,” Mikkel explained as she walked away.
Surprised, Ines turned and asked, “What did you say?”
Mikkel turned to look at her and repeated, “I come from the future.”
Ines started to fill with fear. Her eyes darted down to the comics she had placed on the bed seeing that they were called, ‘Captain Future.’ She started to sigh thinking that the boy was just familiar with the comics and not actually telling her the absolute truth that he actually came from the year 2019.
Claudia made her way through the dark caves. She kept walking until she found it. Copious amounts of yellow barrels labeled as toxic. Right there, under the city.
Regina walked into her house and dropped her bag down in the hall. She removed her jacket and called her for her mom. When Claudia didn’t respond, Regina walked to the answering machine and listened to the message of her mother telling her just to heat up a pizza. She sighed as she stared at herself in the mirror and lifted the sleeve of her blue sweater to reveal her self inflicted scars. She sniffled as she tried to pull herself together.
Egon pulled up to the pasture to try and investigate more about the sheep incident. He walked around with his flashlight.
A large mechanical boom resonated inside of Winden.
Egon looked towards the noise only to have a bird drop dead right next to him. His light started to flicker as more birds dropped from the sky attacking him and the earth below with their corpses.
Lights all around Winden started to flicker. Everyone started to panic.
Mikkel used this as his opportunity to try and sneak out so that he could get back home. He pulled the curtain and climbed out the large window just as Magnus had once taught him to do.
Ulrich sat at the bus stop. He looked out into the forest as he smoked. He started to come out here more and more hoping that one day he would spot Mads and be able to bring his brother home. The smooth sounds of a bike chain pulled him out of his wandering mind. He smiled and called to the younger girl riding it, “Hey, Hannah!”
Hannah smiled and rode to meet up with Ulrich at the stop, “Hey Ulrich.” She parked her bike and sat down next to her crush. They sat in silence just enjoying each other’s presence for a second. Hannah spoke up and asked the boy, “Is this the Apocalypse?”
Ulrich hummed and then commented, “A bit disappointing.”
“I imagined it being louder,” Hannah affirmed with Ulrich, “More glaring.”
Mikkel ran through the trees making his way to the caves. Desperate to make it back home into the loving arms of his family. He bolted to the cave in which he came to this world then stopped to take a breath. He took out his stolen lighter and started his way into the caves hoping to find his way home.
“If the world ended today and the world started anew, what would you wish for,” Hannah asked Ulrich.
“Easy,” the teenager replied, “A world without Winden.” The boy watched as the lights flickered in the bus stop.
Hannah paused and thought for a second before proposing a cheer, “To a world without Winden.”
“To a world without Winden,” Ulrich agreed. He took one last puff of his cigarette before tossing it away onto the street. Just then the flickering stopped. Everything seemed to have gone back to normal.
Hannah smiled, “I don’t think Winden is going to give up that easily.”
Ulrich chuckled back and shrugged, “Well, maybe next time.”
Little did Winden realize all of this mirrored the exact feelings all of the town would be feeling 33 years from now. This feeling of hopelessness, confusion, hurt. Claudia slowly opened Helge’s present to reveal a book titled, ‘A Journey Through Time’ by H.G. Tannhaus. Regina looked at her body unsatisfied and selfconsciously. Charlotte still investigating what was making all of these birds die in such a strange fashion. Tronte still coming home late to a disappointed and worried Jana. Ulrich still mourning the loss of a little boy he held so dear to him.
Ulrich, sick of this feeling, drove down to the caves with a crowbar. He crossed the police line and stormed inside trying to find his son.
Mikkel, 33 years in the past, climbed his way through the caves only to get take a slid. His body slid down the rocky floor and only stopped when his leg hit a hard rock at the bottom injuring it.
Ulrich, in 2019, walked up to the metal locked door with his flashlight. He placed his light down so that he could have light as he worked and approached the door. He shoved his crowbar into the door.
In 1986, Mikkel heard the noise coming from all around him. He looked down at his bloody injured leg. He winced and grit his teeth through the pain. He just wanted to make it move again so he could go back to trying to make it home. Hearing the banging noise again, he called to it, “Hello?!” His voice was raspy and desperate, “HELLO? Help!”
Ulrich turned hearing the ghostly echoed voice of his son calling for help. Ulrich stopped banging on the metal door and asked, “Hello?” He repeated himself in a whispered tone, “Hello? Anyone there?” He started to pant and repeated his son’s name in the hope that he would hear him, “Mikkel? Mikkel?”
Mikkel pushed his way up and limped over to his still lit Zippo lighter.
Both ended up struggling out of the cave alone and sitting right at its cursed entrance in torment. Both wishing they were with the other as a lone Tannhaus worked in his office on a new invention. 
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Everyday Sunshine (FE: Three Houses Short Fic)
Child!Byleth Professor AU
After working hard for several months straight, the tiny professor and the Golden Deer class goes to enjoy some time off from the Monastery life, the beach.
Child!Byleth Post Masterlist here!
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Byleth stared out at the calm waters of the beach, feeling the cool wind blow gently across his face, blowing a little bit of his hair back.
(Byleth) “So, this is-”
(Hilda, Raphael, Dorothea, Sylvain) “THE BEACH!”
The four ran to the water and started frolicking, feeling how cold it was and laughing at their reactions.
Byleth saw the classmates he had recruited dash into the waters as well.
First was Sylvain and Dorothea, with Ingrid being dragged by the two against her will.
Caspar and Ashe tried going into the water and were not ready for how cold it was.
Bernadetta and Ignatz started painting the waters as the other classmates rushed in.
Felix simply decided to train for the moment with the wind feeling nice out in the distance.
(Hilda) “Come on, slowpoke!”
(Marianne) “A-Ah, it’s s-so cold!”
(Leonie) “You get used to it! I gotta train up while we’re here!”
(Raphael) “You said it, let’s go!”
(Ingrid) “How does the water get colder and colder?!”
(Dorothea) “Need me to warm you up, Ingrid?~”
(Ingrid) “BACK OFF-”
(Ignatz) “What lovely scenery!���
(Bernadetta) “I know, right? I can feel my art juices flowing!”
One by one, the other students started to jump in.
(Sothis) “What a beautiful location for a moment of respite, child! You really know how to pick them!”
(Byleth) Wasn’t me who picked this place.
(Catherine) “So kid, how’s the place?”
(Shamir) “I was the one who found it, thanks.”
(Catherine) “We found it together, details, details! Anyways, you not going in?”
Byleth was in a casual outfit, but it didn’t seem like he was going to swim with the others.
(Byleth) “No thanks. I never understood why everyone just splashed around. Swimming as a training exercise I could understand but...-”
(Lysithea) “I agree.”
Everyone turned to Lysithea who was in a full swimming suit that covered her entire body, one wouldn’t be faulted for thinking it was some weird form of a onsie. (a diving suit).
(Lysithea) “It’s so childish...”
(Catherine) “You say that, but I saw you eyeing the others enviously.”
(Lysithea) “I-I was not!”
(Byleth) “You don’t have to hold back on our account. We brought you here to have fun.”
(Annette) “Yeah, come on! You always work so hard, we won’t tease!”
Annette and Mercedes were in swimsuits, looking excited to go into the waters.
(Mercedes) “Please, join us!”
(Lysithea) “I...I won’t be made fun of?”
(Claude) “Hey, we all came here to act like kids, didn’t we? If it means you’ll enjoy yourself for once, I promise that I’ll act as childish as you will.”
Lysithea then smiled and looked to Annette.
(Lysithea) “Very well! Let’s go ahead!”
She joined Annette and Mercedes, and met up with the rest of the girls.
Meanwhile, Caspar, Raphael, and Sylvain were carrying Lorenz and Ferdinand to the water.
(Lorenz) “U-UNHAND ME AT ONCE! I MAY BE IN MY SWIMSUIT BUT I CANNOT GET WET-”
(Sylvain) “Oh ho, you aren’t getting away with that!”
(Byleth) “Hah...everyone’s having fun.”
(Flayn) “Ah, Byleth, there you are!”
Flayn ran up to his side and had a bright smile on her face, looking at Byleth with anticipation.
(Flayn) “Come on, the water looks amazing!”
(Claude) “You said it yourself teach, we all came here to have fun! Don’t disappoint the lovely lady now-”
(Byleth) “Ugh, shut it. Besides, I’m not even dressed for the water-”
(Catherine) “Eh, who cares! If you don’t go in, I’ll throw you in!”
(Claude) “...On second thought, stay put! I wanna see the great Catherine toss you like a ball!”
(Shamir) “Heh, that’d be interesting to see-”
(Byleth) “L-LET’S GO, FLAYN!”
He grabbed her by the hand and walked quickly over to the waters.
Claude laughed as he watched his classmates enjoy their day at the beach.
(Catherine) “How about you, kiddo? You joining them?”
(Claude) “I will in a second, I’m just...admiring the view.”
(Shamir) “Sure that’s a topic you wanna be discussing with only girls around?”
(Claude) “Well, I can’t deny that aspect of the view is nice but...that’s not what I meant. I don’t think I saw the Professor engage with the class this much.”
(Catherine) “Now that you mention it, the kid wasn’t exactly what you’d call sociable at the beginning phases of your class.”
(Claude) “It’s crazy to see how much he’s changed. He’s acting more like...well, a kid his age.”
(Shamir) “Here I thought I wouldn’t find anyone who had less emotions than me. I don’t think I ever saw him smile until just now.”
(Catherine) “Think the kid’ll actually thank you for these emotions?”
(Claude) “Doubt it. Well, at least in public. In private, he’s a like a little brother, funny one at that too. At first, I was really skeptical that a kid would be teaching our class but now? I think he fits right in with us misfits.”
(Shamir) “Hmph...Speaking of emotions, his seems to flare up around Flayn, huh?”
(Claude) “Her and Lysithea I seem to notice, though its different from what he usually has with us. Me and Leonie for example, piss him off. Raphael confuses him to no end, I’m pretty sure he’s exploded with anger around Lorenz, and for Marianne, his gentle side comes out.”
(Catherine) “What, he has a crush?”
(Claude) “Probably, but doubt either the teach or Lysithea would ever confirm that. As for Flayn, I’m pretty sure she’s been dropping hints.”
(Shamir) “...Good luck to her with that...”
(Catherine) “Well, we’ve been lazily staring for too long! Come on Shamir, let’s get wet!”
(Shamir) “Ugh, check your phrasing please-”
(Claude) “Hah, she’s right ya know. HEEEEY, HILDA!”
Claude, Hilda and Marianne enjoyed splashing each other, and began terrorizing the other students by splashing the freezing waters on everyone else.
Felix eventually joined Sylvain, Dorothea and Ingrid in the waters.
Caspar, Leonie, Raphael, and Ashe all had a contest of who could swim the fastest from rock to rock.
Bernadetta and Ignatz continued painting a beautiful portrait of the scene before them.
Lorenz and Ferdinand enjoyed chatting with each other while calmly enjoying the water instead of being thrown in.
Mercedes was trying to help Lysithea and Annette to swim considering how short they were, which led to very amusing lines from both of them.
Flayn and Byleth walked alongside the beach line together, casually chatting about how nice the weather felt and eventually went shell hunting.
BONUS: Nighttime Event (Flayn, Lysithea, Claude)
Flayn
Byleth heard rustling from the sleeping beds and saw Flayn get up.
(Flayn) “Oh, did I wake you up?”
They decided to walk alongside the beach’s waters since neither of them could fall asleep. After a silent walk, Flayn and Byleth sat together, watching the moonlight shine upon the waves.
(Byleth) “You know, it’s my first time actually enjoying my time at a beach.”
(Flayn) “But, you’ve been to beaches before, right?”
He shrugged.
(Byleth) “Sure, but I never got to take in the scenery. I was always there for missions. Frankly I hated beaches before because of so much problems preventing our cavalry moving faster, like sand.”
(Flayn) “Well, I’m glad you’re enjoying it now! The beach is truly a wonderful thing.”
(Byleth) “You went to beaches with Seteth and your mother, right?”
(Flayn) “Yes. Father, mother and I loved to fish at the oceans, there were so many peculiar types of fish to see!”
She had a sad smile as she reminisced about those days she spent.
(Flayn) “I miss it quite so but...thanks to you, I’m able to make new memories like this one!”
Byleth smiled back, nodding.
(Byleth) “I’m glad to help out, Flayn. I’m glad you’re in the class as well.”
They both stared out again before Byleth cleared his throat.
It wasn’t unusual to Flayn to see the professor’s true emotions, but this time it surprised her. It seemed like he was...blushing?
(Byleth) “If...If it helps I’d...like to go fishing with you since you miss it, and Seteth doesn’t have much time due to his work but...-”
(Flayn) “I’d love to fish with you, professor!”
(Byleth) “...Good. It’s a promise, okay?”
(Flayn) “Promise!”
Lysithea
Lysithea made sure to not wake anyone as she went to the nearby cliff and watched the stars above.
This was the most fun she’s had in a while, and she was going to cherish this memory. After all, she was going to die soon.
(Byleth) “Can’t sleep either?”
Lysithea turned around and saw Byleth walk to her.
(Byleth) “Mind if I join in?”
(Lysithea) “Be my guest.”
He sat down, and they looked at the skies together.
(Byleth) “It felt good to be ourselves and not have anyone call us out on it, doesn’t it?”
(Lysithea) “For me, sure. I didn’t know you were capable of showing emotions, professor!”
She said it in a slightly mocking tone, but at the same time she was also a bit serious.
In response, Byleth chuckled.
(Byleth) “Neither was I. So, is there anything on your mind? It’s not like you to be up this late unless you were studying.”
She faintly blushed due to the amount of he detail he paid attention to her, but it quickly faded away when her thoughts were brought back up.
(Lysithea) “...You already know about how the crests have shortened my lifespan right? I was just...making sure I enjoy today. I don’t exactly have much time left-”
(Byleth) “Don’t speak like that.”
(Lysithea) “Huh?”
(Byleth) “As long as I’m here, you’re going to live. I don’t know what I have to do, but I promise you that. I am not going to outlive any of my students...”
(Lysithea) “...Thank you, Byleth.”
Byleth nodded, and they both continued to quietly watch the stars above.
Lysithea felt her blush come back.
Claude
Byleth was on a hill nearby, overlooking all of his students.
Even though he didn’t hear anything in particular to set him off, he still said something.
(Byleth) “Hey, Claude.”
(Claude) “Ah, I see you were able to see right through me! Dang, was going to give you a good scare too!”
(Byleth) “Heh, course you were...come on, best seat in the house.”
Claude sat down next to him. Byleth was right. This little hill looked over the ocean’s waves, the stars in the sky, and the students.
(Claude) “So, whatcha thinking about, teach?”
(Byleth) “Nothing in particular. I’m just looking over at all the kids...”
Everyone was sleeping so soundly. Byleth was starting to wish that everyday could be like this.
(Claude) “So, how’s it feel being a parent?”
Byleth laughed, turning to Claude.
(Byleth) “If these are my kids, then these are the most idiotic and insane kids I’ve ever seen.”
(Claude) “Don’t deny it, you still love us!”
(Byleth) “That I do, Claude...that I do...Ya know, I’m going to miss you guys when the classes have to leave. All of you will be off in your own territories, doing adult things. And I’ll still be here, teaching for the next 5 years until you all come back.”
(Claude) “...Ya know teach I’m...quite proud of you.”
(Byleth) “How’s this punchline going to end?”
(Claude) “Nope, no joking here. It’s coming straight from the heart this time. Are you aware of how much you changed from when you first came into the monastery to the way you are now? The fact you’re saying you’d miss us is proof!”
(Byleth) “Hm...I suppose I didn’t show much emotion back then.”
(Claude) “That’s putting it lightly. I didn’t see as much as a brow furrow whenever I tried to get ya to react!”
(Byleth) “That I wish did stay. But...you know, it was thanks to you and the rest of the class that got me to where I am.”
(Claude) “Hah, that’s true. But at the same time, we wouldn’t be the people we are today without you too. Marianne probably would’ve never spoken to any of us, Ignatz would be too scared to talk to people, Lysithea never getting her head out of the books, the list goes on! This class needs you, just as much as you need us.”
(Byleth) “Hm...I gotta say, it feels good to hear that, considering it’s you, Claude.”
(Claude) “Yeesh, I’m not allowed to have my moments, teach?”
They both laughed and noticed that the stars were shining brightly all of a sudden.
Streaks of light flew across the skies and they both went back to being quiet. 
The two didn’t have to say anything at that point, they could guess what they were going to say.
(Sothis) “They’re so beautiful!”
While Claude was distracted, Byleth looked at Claude, then to the students as they continued to sleep soundly, shooting stars flying across the skies.
(Byleth) Yes...Yes they are.
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vorish-egos · 4 years
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[Y/N] AND THE EGOS 3: HENRIK VON SCHNEEPLESTEIN
Henrik: Experimenting (for Science Of Course)
Henrik Von Schneeplestein had been engrossed in one of his books when he heard someone knock on the door to his office, and it took him a few moments to register what he’d heard and go to respond. When he opened the door, a very pale, bloated-looking Jackieboy-Man met his eyes, green in the face and looking desperate as he clutched at his stomach protectively. He was hunched over and taking slow, shallow, quaking breaths.
“Doc, ya gotta help me,” he said quietly, “Can I come in?”
He moved aside and gestured for the hero to enter, “Of course, vhat’s wrong?”
“Cl-close the door first. It’s about [Y/N] an’ I don’t want Anti hearin’,” the hero said, taking tentative, shaky steps as he entered the tile-floored section of the office.
He closed the door and crossed to Jackie’s side before placing a hand on his shoulder, “Vhat’s happened? Are zhey alright? Vhere are zhey?”
Jackie looked around the room nervously before standing upright and revealing his abdomen. It looked uncomfortably swollen and oddly lumpy. Henrik didn’t understand at first, but then the lump moved and made a sound. No, it didn’t just make a sound, it spoke! He didn’t understand the muffled words, but the voice was unmistakable; it was the only one in the house that didn’t resemble Jack’s in some way. He felt the blood drain from his face as Jackie pointed at the lump in his distended belly.
“I had to act quick or Anti’d get ‘em again,” Jackie said, “He’d eaten ‘em before I… well, never mind that. He wanted to eat ‘em again so I… God, Schneep, ya’ve gotta help get ‘em outta me!”
“Zhat… I don’t… How is zhis possible?” He asked, bending over to study the small form inside the hero, “How did you manage to get zhem down your sroat?”
Jackieboy groaned, “Doc please. Now ain’t the time fer this. D'ya have any ipecac left from the last time Anti poisoned someone? I tried ta make myself throw ‘em up earlier, but it didn’t work…” 
Henrik glanced up as Jackie grimaced, then stood upright with a mental sigh. He was right, of course. As scientifically fascinating as this was, it might only be a matter of time until digestion kicked in and the clock was ticking. He did in fact have ipecac left, plenty of it, and crossed the room to his medical cabinet. If things were less dire, he’d want to study how this happened and what effects this would have on both parties, but… He plucked the little bottle from its shelf and pulled a swab from a nearby jar before turning back to see Jackie bracing himself against the examination table.
“Is everysing alright?”
“Y-yeh, just not feeling so good. They keep movin’ around.” 
Even from here, Henrik could tell the hero was sweating and trembling. It looked like he wouldn't need the ipecac to throw up, [Y/N] would just need to keep moving. Regardless, he took the few steps back to Jackie as he prepared the swab. He was about to tell his near mirror to open wide when a thought occurred to him.
“Just a second, ve don't vant zhem getting hurt vhen you srow zhem up,” he said.
Jackie nodded weakly and seemed to gag as his stomach jostled from inside with an audible slosh. [Y/N]’s small muffled voice said something and Jackie mumbled in response. Henrik made quick work of grabbing a towel and folding it over a few times before returning once more. He didn’t catch what either of them had said. 
He held the towel near Jackie’s chest and held up the swab, “Open vide please. I'm afraid zhis von’t be pleasant.”
“Yeh, I-I know. Oh God, [Y/N] please stop doin’ that…”
Jackie did as he was asked, opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out. Henrik wiped off a bit of the excess syrup before swabbing near the base of his friend’s tongue. The emetic worked quickly, almost giving him no time to set the swab down and prepare the towel. He got both hands covered in time to catch the first heave, which was, unfortunately, just bile. Jackie winced and groaned as he rubbed his stomach, and Henrik glanced down to see that the lump had moved upwards. That was good. The second heave was completely dry, but the bulge jumped up enough to be hidden behind Jackie’s ribs. It took two more heaves for [Y/N]’s squirming form to appear in the hero’s throat and two more for him to spit them out into the towel.
Poor Jackie then turned and threw up on the floor. [Y/N] was drenched in bile and smelled awful, and they spent a long time laying and gasping for breath in Henrik’s hands.
“Are you two alright?” Henrik asked.
Jackie had his hands on his knees, doubled over and dry heaving but he nodded. The approximately six-inch tall [Y/N] did the same and gave a weak thumbs up.
“Jackie, can you get yourself to zhe bathroom? I’ll be viss you in a moment, but [Y/N] is mein first priority. And don’t vorry about zhe mess, I vill take care of it.”
The tiny in his hands began to shiver, so he wrapped them in a drier portion of the towel and held them close to his chest. Poor thing had really been through the wringer lately, hadn’t they? Jackie nodded again and collected himself long enough to stand, sign a quick ‘thanks doc’ (he probably learned that from Jameson), and stagger to Henrik’s bathroom. Meanwhile, Schneeplestein walked over to his sink on the other side of the room and placed [Y/N] on the side as he ran warm water.
“How did zhis happen?” he asked the moving lump in the used-to-be-green towel, “Vhy are you so small?”
When they spoke, he had to strain his ears to hear them over the water hitting the metal basin of the medical sink, “Anti did it. Some sort of magic. He pounded on my door when I was napping and caught me off guard.”
He nodded though they couldn’t see it. That sounded exactly like something he’d do. What a despicable demon, that Anti. Lord only knew why Jack allowed him to live here, like he wasn’t a threat to everyone else in the house. 
Soon the sink was plenty full, so he shook himself from his thoughts and turned off the water, “Let’s see vhat ve can do about zhe bile on you [Y/N]. I’ll have vords viss Anti later.”
They peeked out from under the towel, “Careful, he's on a rampage. You know how he gets, especially with me.” They peeked over the lip of the basin and seemed to pale further, “Oh that’s a long drop…”
“Here,” he said, placing his hand, palm up, flush with the wall of the sink, “I can help viss zhat.”
They scooted onto his palm and he lowered them into the sink and spent a good long time getting clean. Once they indicated they were done (with the childlike ‘I want up’ hand motion no less), he picked them up out of the sink and placed them on the counter.
“Zhere you are. Nice und clean.” He gently dried them off with a washcloth. He stared at them for a moment, fascinated and curious.
[Y/N] nodded slowly, shivering and clinging to the washcloth for warmth, “At least I’m not being eaten again.”
He paused, then spoke softly,“Explain to me how you ended up inside Jackie please, if you vould.”
“I- well, quite simply, I asked him to eat me to protect me from-... from being eaten by Anti,” they covered their face with a hand and sighed, “I sound like a total idiot.”
“No, no. It sounds to me like you didn’t have many options. It may have even been vhat saved you bohss in zhe end.”
“I don’t know, Schneep, I heard Anti threaten him if he didn’t keep me down. And, from the sounds of it, he’s still throwing up too.”
“True. I should go and check on him.” He couldn’t help but hesitate. This might be his only opportunity to experiment with the poor shrunken kid.
“Go, I’ll be fine. I’ve been like this for over two hours. I’ll stay here,” they promised.
Henrik nodded and went to check on Jackie. He could satisfy his curiosity later. When he reached the bathroom, Jackie was in the midst of a dry heave and drenched in sweat. Henrik took a clean washcloth, ran it under cold water, and placed it against the back of Jackie’s neck. 
“Don’t vorry, Jackie. It vill be over soon. Zhe good doctor vill take care of you,” Henrik soothed, knowing Jackie could use some reassurance in his state. “You are a sveaty boy, hm?” he teased lightly, “I bet a nice shower vill feel very good after zhis is over. I vould recommend cold vasser. Cold vasser very good after a sveat.”
“Gotta say, Doc, I hate ipecac…”
“I know, und I am sorry. I wish I had somesing zhat I could use instead.”
Jackie heaved again and panted for a while, but he seemed to be mostly over it. Henrik sent Jackie to go get washed up and clean. In the meantime, it seemed like the perfect time to satisfy his curiosity. He walked back into the main lab, noted the puddle Jackie had made, and went to clean that up before he made his way back to [Y/N]. 
They were still tiny, wrapped up and burritoed in the washcloth he'd used to dry them. He picked them up gently and looked them over. They looked to be simply scaled down, completely proportional and mostly unharmed save for wrinkly fingers and toes. Henrik debated asking for permission to experiment.
“Henrik, I’m getting dizzy,” they said, “Please stop holding me upside down..!”
He righted them with a hasty apology and a light embarrassed blush. He hadn’t meant to look at their feet for so long, but there was something interesting about how very small they were. Well, he decided, for now he’d let them recover. He wrapped them in the dry towel again and picked them up. Goodness, but they were still shivering! So he held them to his chest and took them to his examination room where it was warmer. 
Over the next several hours, he jerry rigged ways to check their vitals and see what effect  their new size had on them. So far, it seemed, the only lasting effect was being cold. Their O2 levels were fine, heart rate was relatively normal if mildly elevated, bmi was vastly unchanged, mineral levels were fine… The only difference was they couldn’t retain their body heat. 
By the time Jackie had come back more or less recovered, Henrik had their tiny friend wrapped in several warmed facial washcloths and resting on his work desk. Understandingly, the hero was concerned about their shivering, as was Schneeplestein. He’d offered to care for them, but Hen wouldn’t hear it; not in the poorly condition he was in. In Jackie’s current condition, Henrik wasn’t sure he could even defend himself from Anti. Speaking of, he was grateful he hadn’t seen him lately and said as much.
“He’s sulking,” Jackie explained, wrapping himself in one of the many heated blankets, “I’ve been avoidin’ him.”
“Zhat is probably for zhe best, mein friend.”
“He’s a dick!” [Y/N] piped up vehemently.
And as much as he hated to admit it, Henrik laughed. He laughed harder than he should have in all honesty. 
But fate is nothing if not a bastard.
At first, no one noticed the hissing white noise, not even [Y/N] who was understandably on edge. Jackie was the first to make a face of discomfort, turning his head to try to avoid the subtle noise almost subconsciously. But as the sound grew, even Henrik started trying to drown out the sound.
Until everyone realized what it was and paled.
Jackie wobbled to his feet and put himself between Henrik and the door not a few beats before a pale green foot rammed it open. No one had time to react as Anti glitched himself into the room and tackled Jackie to the floor. Poor Jackie didn’t stand a chance, not after what he’d been through.
Henrik watched in abject horror as the glitching maniac headbutted the hero at full force. He turned and grabbed [Y/N], clutching them protectively and when he turned back, he stared into the jet black eyes of Jackie’s assailant. What was worse, Anti was now holding a very small, very squirmy hero who was no more than six inches high.
“How-?” 
“I w͘a̛rn̸ed ̢h̶įm͘. Now ͢it͢'̀s̡ ̶hís ̶tur͝ņ.”
With that, Henrik could only watch as he lifted the poor lad up and dropped him into his maw. He told himself to do something, to do anything, just get Jackie away from Anti’s throat! But something held him frozen. Maybe the look in those mad, black eyes or maybe not, but he got to helplessly watch as Anti gulped hard and Jackie sank. Still unable to move, he made a sound of protest, but not even words came out. Another gulp and the distention in Anti’s throat elongated, which made the slit in his trachea ooze a few small drops of blood. Henrik demanded his arms do something, but nothing happened. Not even when Anti closed his mouth, sealing the weakened hero’s fate.
One last gulp and the spell was broken. Henrik screamed but the damage was done. Anti’s throat bulged and swelled with the struggling, but the lump slid down and disappeared, squeezed behind his clavicles. 
“Let him go, Anti!” Henrik begged.
“An̕d ̕w̡h͝y̶ ͠wou͡ĺd̸ ͠I ͟do ̸that? ́H̵e͘ f̨e͘els̕ ̡s̷o͠ g̢oo͜d~!͡” he quipped, rubbing his abdomen as it rounded out noticeably, “Bu͏t͝ ́I'͜m̧ s̨ti͞l̡l h̷ung̴ry̴. Why d͘on͞'̡t ́I͜ t̡a̛ke̛ ̷th͟at pi͘psqųeak o͏ff y͝o̸ur h̡an̢ds͞?”
He reached for [Y/N] and Henrik’s brain exploded into panic. His chest went tight and his mouth went dry, and every thought vanished from his mind. 
So he did the unthinkable.
His body acted on instinct and he shoved the terrified shrunken person into his mouth and gulped hard. Anti stopped and scowled as Henrik gagged on their hips before reflexes took over, causing him to swallow again and again to dislodge the blockage in his windpipe. He closed his mouth over their feet and with one more gagging swallow, they disappeared.
He sneered with a frustrated chuckle, “That'͏s̸ f͡in͞e,҉ I̴ ͝alrȩądy̕ h͞ave͞ a ̷meal͟. ̸But͟ ͜know͠ ̕th̸is: i̡f͝ ͏I͘ s̸e̢e͜ th̴em ̴o̢ut aga͡in͞,̡ ͞a̵l͟l t͞h͡re͜e̕ ơf҉ ̧yơú ̡ar̴e̵ ͡min͏e.”
With manic laughter, the glitch fizzled out of existence and Henrik’s legs collapsed beneath him. He hadn’t even felt [Y/N] sink into his stomach, but there they sat heavily, trembling like a leaf inside him.
“Vhat… have I… done..?” he breathed, “Vha- vhat do I do?”
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felinefamiliars · 5 years
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Woo-boy I actually had fun writing this, also listened to the song “Toxic Valentine” the whole time. Also I apologize if this doesn’t have a read more in it, mobile doesn’t like to work for me a lot.
The cheers that came from the brightly lit gym could make one cover their ears in disgust. It was too loud, too bright, too peppy, and too human. Why he ever agreed to come to this “game” was beyond him, but it wasn’t like he had a choice. He was told it would do him some good, to get more used to social gatherings as such. He never did throughout his public school years, so he didn’t see a point in starting now.
“When is this over, I want to go to our room.”
“My room, Zim, you don’t live there,” Dib rolled his eyes at the other’s comment. “You should at this point with how pissed off my roommate is every time you come in, which is every day.”
“Not my fault that he doesn’t know what to do when someone as beautiful and smart as I walks into a room.”
“Don’t flatter yourself asshole.”
With a huff, Zim shifted uncomfortably on the bleachers and rested his chin on his hands. Watching tall humans run after a large ball was extremely boring, if the ball would hit someone in the face hard enough to break their nose, then that would be interesting. The squeaking from their oversized sneakers made his antennae ring, and the lights were starting to bother his eyes. He should have brought his eye drops, his contacts were starting to feel a bit dry. He sighed loudly, and side eyed Dib. He looked just as bored as he did, so why don’t they just leave already?
“You’re bored,” Zim said flatly and poked Dib’s side, hard. “Can we go now?”
“Ouch, go gentle, that hurt,” Dib poked him back with just as much force, raising a brow when he received no reaction. “We’ve only been here 15 minutes. Give it time, it’ll get better.”
“You’re being ugly by lying.”
Zim shifted again, then waited a second and stood quickly to his feet, groaning out in displeasure when he realized even though it had been a short amount of time, his backside was numb. He rubbed and patted at it, waiting for the static, pins and needles sensation to dissipate. If may have been innocent for him and everyone else around him, but Dib saw differently. While Zim was still as skinny as he was years ago, his now more mature body so to speak, developed a bit of a backside. So when Dib saw the slight jiggle of it, he started to blush. The sudden urge came to him, and he nearly hated himself for it. When Zim finally sat down, he coughed into his hand.
“Zim?”
“What?”
“Want to do something else?”
“FINALLY!”
His yell brought attention to other students for just a second, and they went back to their cheering before Zim could shoot a dirty look at them. With another cough into his hand, Dib grabbed his companion and off they went, although not far. Zim stopped in his tracts to glare sudden murder at the taller, his eyes intense and those drawn on eyebrows furrowed.
“Why would you drag me to this stupid game just to leave suddenly,” He spat out and gave Dib the once over. Those brows shot up momentarily seeing the light blush on those cheeks still, then narrowed and he smirked darkly. “You want to have your way with me, don’t you?”
“Uh...when you put it that wa-“
“I ACCEPT.”
“Whu-“
Before he could start to protest, Zim grabbed Dib’s arm and dragged him behind the bleachers. It was dark, and the cheering was muffled. He gave that dark grin again and immediately shoved his hands down Dib’s pants, grabbing onto him roughly.
“Hey hey hey!” The hands were taken out and Zim was pressed up against the wall. “You have got to be more careful there, I’m not a toy you can be rough wit- why are you looking at me like that?”
His eyes were wide and lips parted, and that purple blush Dib loved showing itself for once. It was as if he had gotten in trouble, which in all honesty he had, and he seemed to be excited about it. When Dib pressed Zim’s wrists back until they rested on the wall, the blush got darker and he squirmed slightly.
“Oh my god, you like this don’t you?”
“D-Don’t be fooled! I don’t like anything like this!”
“Now you’re the one who’s being ugly by lying,” It was Dib’s turn for dark smirk. He leaned down and whispered in a low voice, that smirk growing when he felt a shiver of excitement from Zim. “It seems I have to punish you.”
“You wouldn’t dare...”
“Oh, I would.”
Shifting both wrists into one hand, Dib pulled at the collar of Zim’s shirt and bit down where his neck met his shoulder, hard. The low growl that came from the alien urge him to continue, and with his free hand it lifted up the shirt, blunt nails digging into skin and dragging down with a force that left angry marks in their wake. Zim went to cry out, but before he would even open his mouth Dib’s covered it in a heated kiss, teeth clanking at each other before tongues lapped in a frenzy. They were never gentle with each other, no, Zim never liked it soft and loving. He only wanted the pain that came with sex, or so he thought it came with. The stings from scratch marks, the coppery taste of blood on his lips, the tugging of his antennae, now that sent a heat straight down and pooled at his lower belly. He craved it, and when he got a craving he made sure he got what he wanted.
“F-fool,” Through gritted teeth Zim tugged almost desperately at the hem of Dib’s pants, growing impatient the second his hands were released. He could feel his appendage start to unsheath, and he squirmed uncomfortably against the wall. He could feel the coolness of the surface through his clothes, he wanted to feel it even more, completely bare. He would regret it later on, but for the moment he didn’t have a care in the world. “Undress this instant.”
”You know your manners,” Dib’s tongue clicked in disappointment and once again he had the shorter’s hands pinned. He kissed at his neck, nipping at a sensitive spot and started traveling south. He tongue licked at the welts from his nails, shivering at the almost sweet taste of sweat and traces of blood. He was getting uncomfortable himself, but wanted to tease Zim as much as he could before the alien finally started to beg. “Good aliens get what they want when they use their nice words.”
“P-pig.”
”That’s not a nice word, I guess I’m going to have to take care of myself.”
The teasing in his tone made Zim want to rip his antennae off and beat him with them. He was straining in his pants, nearly whimpering as he kicked out pathetically. A boot came off in his struggle, and he couldn’t help the whine that clawed its way out of his throat. He didn’t want to wait any longer, although he didn’t want to give the satisfaction to such a disgusting creature of him begging.
“What’s the matter there Zimmy? Feeling a little tight?”
It came out in a disgustingly sweet coo, and with one sudden movement black pants were swiped down to knees, green skin exposed to the cool air. A shocked gasp was heard, and Zim’s hands were finally released. Those responsible for holding him now dug into his hips, nails biting into skin. When he felt the warmth of a mouth engulf him, he nearly screamed, but knew if he did now they would be caught in their actions. As exciting as that was, he would rather not have a display such as this be exposed to a large group of people. So instead, he covered his mouth with a hand, groans muffled by black fabric.
“It taste just like candy,” Dib let go of his hold with an audible pop, grinning at the sight above. Zim’s eyes were barely open, his face covered in a dark purple blush, and he swore he saw him shaking. He knew how much Zim loved this kind of talk, and he could tell he was at a breaking point. “Maybe I should stop though, cause someone is being stubborn and won’t use his manners still. Such a naughty boy.”
For emphasis, he blew slightly onto the pulsing appendage, grinning when it twitched, trying to go back to where the warmth was. Zim finally let out a long whine and bit down hard onto his hand, not caring in the slightest that it would be bloody under the glove. He knew very well what they both wanted, it being very evident in the other’s pants, and he knew he had to be a “good boy” if he was to receive what he wanted.
“F-fine, Dib-stench,” he spat through clenched teeth. “Give to me, please.”
“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you?”
“Please.”
“I’m sorry, is this Zim speaking? Or some whimp?”
“I NEED YOU INSIDE ME PLEASE!”
Alright, not only blunt, but that was loud. Dib shrank back at the volume, pausing for only a moment to listen to the crowd from the other side. Nothing out of the ordinary, somehow their constant cheers drowned out their sounds this whole time. With a nod however, he pulled his pants down only enough to release himself from the tight fabric and hoisted Zim up so that he could wrap his skinny legs around his waist. With a quick snap of his hips, he slid inside easily.
“Oh fuck!”
“Nnnn, what have I told you about swearing?”
“F-mmm!”
There was no second profanity, as it was muffled but mouths colliding together once more. They were sloppy in their actions, mouths not knowing what to do but lick and bite at any skin available, crimson and pink mixing together and leaving a coppery sweet smell. Fabric of shirts being ripped and claws scratching down skin, leaving instant welts in their wake, and hisses of pain following. Hips jerked up in quick motions, squelching of fluids being mixed together in absolute bliss. There was no speaking, no more cursing, just groans and whines of pleasure as the burning sensations shot down to their lower extremities, a new tightness forming.
“Haaa....cl-close,”
Zim’s voice took on a higher pitch, toes wiggling in anticipation. He gripped tightly at Dib’s shoulders, claws poking into more skin, leaving more marks to be cleaned and disinfected later. By now the crowd was starting to quiet down and with one hand Dib covered Zim’s mouth, knowing all too well when he reached his limit they would be found.
“Jerk off for me.”
That vulgar statement sent delicious shivers down his spine, and he complied. In a swift movement a glove came off and wrapped around the engorged appendage, gripping with such force that would cause the average human to cry out in discomfort. He dragged his hand up and down swiftly, his fluids making everything slick. He was twitching almost uncontrollably, and before either of them knew it he let out a yell and splattered his thick substance in strings. With him tightening around Dib in such a way, a few more thrusts and he had his release as well.
Their breathing was erratic, pants filling in their close proximity. No matter how and when they did it, Dib would always end with a soft kiss to Zim’s forehead. With one hand he fixed himself up and with the other he guided Zim down until he was standing shakily on his own feet. The alien was content and spent, and had to be helped be dressed.
“Where’s that damn boot of your’s?”
“Nnnnn....there.”
“Alright, lets go.”
“Carry me filth, I can’t walk.”
By the time the emerged from behind the bleachers, the basketball game was coming to an end, not a single soul even aware of what happened. But in due time when someone stumbled upon that site, they would know instantly the activities of that day from the less than pleasant evidence left behind.
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gelo-p · 4 years
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Am I qualified to write this? ^^;;
Also known as just “putting T10 into perspective” because frankly this isn’t any different from just telling someone to “play like hell” XD
First things first: FLAMES (which means... STARS)
You’re going to need a lot of stars, so if you don’t have an ungodly amount of them yet, please support the game buy the premium / happy boxes since they give you the most stars for the lowest price. HOWEVER, you will need to log-in for 25 days to reap the full benefits.
If you don’t have enough time until the event you’re gunning for, you’re gonna have to really support the game buy the standard star packs instead.
Second: BESTDORI IS YOUR FRIEND
Create an account on Bestdori to get specific numbers about your team (EP gain, CP gain, Band power, Max score, etc.), using the Team Builder. Please note that Bestdori assumes you’ll always FC (there’s a setting to account for Perfect-Great, but no setting to account for Good / Bad / Miss), and it’ll give you the maximum numbers possible. We know that’s not the case in real life, so we’re going to account for that later.
Also, familiarize yourself with the various pages (Events, Event Archives, Team Builder) while you’re at it. ^^
Ready? WE CAN DO IT GO GO GO~
I. Setting your Target EP
Okay, so getting into a desired tier (T1, T2, T3, T10, T100, etc...) is all about your final Event Points (EP). Nothing else. Problem is, you don’t actually know how much points you’ll need - the moment you think you’ve figured it out, everyone else goes nyooooom~ *insert Lamborghini sounds here* and raise the bar for you. So, you got no choice but to overestimate right from the start (if you underestimate and find out later on, you won’t have enough time to catch up no matter how hard you try) and just believe that your final EP will be good enough.
I really wish there was a good method for estimating the final EP needed, but the sad reality is, there isn’t. You’re going to have to rely on past data and even then, you’re going to have assume that everyone else trying to do the same thing is going to outcraze you.
Let me give my case as an example.
I wanted to T10 Cycling Seasons, which is a Challenge Live Afterglow event. This being a major event (major just means “all members involved are from the same band”), I knew that I had to check other major events as basis. The last major Challenge Live was My Ideal, so I headed over to Bestdori’s Event Archives page for that event to get a feel of how much EP I’ll need.
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From this, I saw the final cutoffs for each tier. We know that the event took 9 days 6 hours (click on the event banner for more info; also an event is always N days + 6 hours), so this page is essentially saying,
“To get T10, you need to play at a pace of 65,320 EP/h continuously for 9 days and 6 hours.”
Now, we know that you can’t actually play 24/7, so we have to translate this to something more reasonable. If you’re only going to play, say, 14 hours a day, then realistically you’re looking at:
9 days x 14 hours/day + 6 hours (you want to be awake for that final 6 hours) = 132 hours
Which means:
14,501,103 EP / 132 hours = 109,857 EP/h. For every hour that you’re awake.
Now, again, this is just for My Ideal. I want to translate this for Cycling Seasons, an event I would later find out to be 8 days 6 hours. So, I actually want to get:
8 days x 14 hours/day + 6 hours = 118 hours
110,000 (rounded up) EP/h x 118 hours = 12,980,000
“Hmmm, that doesn’t sound right, Afterglow fans are crazy AF.”
Let’s recompute that using 16 hours a day instead: 14,740,000
“This is enough I guess..?”
Spoiler alert: the actual T10 cutoff for Cycling Seasons is 18,497,685.
I personally did 19.2M.
This brings us back to:
“you’re going to have assume that everyone else trying to do the same thing is going to outcraze you.”
I would later learn from T1′s post that they originally contemplated if “18M would be enough for T10”. This just goes to show that you’re just gonna have to sell your soul to Babanbo-sama and hope you get to be the highest bidder.
THERE WAS NO POINT TO THIS CHAPTER WAS THERE :’D
You can’t just base your target EP from some past event. Shoot for the moon and go. Go hard, or go home. T10 or bust.
II. Setting your actual Target EP, and then some
TL;DR - use Bestdori to check your team’s power, assume you’ll play 14 hours a day, and do the Math.
I’m not kidding. Unless you can find a friend who will play the remaining 10 hours per day for you, that is the maximum EP you can get. Okay maaaaybe if you play 16, maybe 18 hours a day. But you’ll need to take breaks. Eat food. Take baths. Talk to your Ran Nesoberi and ask them why you’re doing this. Realistically speaking, you’ll really only have 14 hours of gameplay per day. You can play for 7, rest for 5, play for 7, rest for 5 if you want (again: be awake during the final 6 hours). But completing your daily quota is important. It’s easy to think “I’ll just... catch up tomorrow”, which I did once, not gonna lie, but you’ll find out that you’re just waking up earlier than usual and getting tired earlier in the day than you planned to.
And then you’ll find yourself playing juuuuust a little more each day. Which is very good for your score, but bad for your health. But hey. You’re already crazy enough to try T10 solo anyway ^o^
So. Go to Bestdori, and use the Team Builder.
1) Select the event you’re gunning for.
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2) Select Multi-Live (never play Free Live for competitive) and set the parameters. Make sure your team is actually good enough to join the Grand Room (any less and you’re fucked), and assume you’ll be playing with reasonably strong players.
This is where having friends/private rooms come in handy: you know exactly what their team is, leaving much of the guesswork out.
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3) Select a META SONG you’re comfortable with playing a lot. Meta songs give you the most points for the shortest amount of time, that’s why you see them get picked a lot.
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Relax, you’ll rarely encounter players who pick 27+ Meta songs. Most of the time it’s going to be Jumpin’, Home Street, Fuwa Fuwa time, Unite from A to Z... so practice those songs a lot.
(Nyan Poi, Tokimeki Poporon, and Initial also makes that list. Also, if there’s a newly released song, expect it to be played a lot. Looking at you, Kyu~Mai Flower... just glad Fire Bird was released after my event)
FC’ing in Hard is better than getting inconsistent results in Expert. If you’re already tired, pick Hard. No shame in that.
My personal pick is Home Street. ^^ I sometimes pick Tokimeki Poporon though, even though it’s not as good meta-wise, just because my fingers can auto-pilot it even when I’m half-asleep.
Also pick how confident you are in getting Perfects / Greats. There’s no setting for Good / Bad / Miss, so be careful. Realistically you should be able to clear 90 / 95 if you’re aiming for T10.
4) Set your cards and items, although you should have set this already in the Cards section under Profile. This subsection is mostly for cards you’re planning to get, or you just wanna see what a fully-decked team can do.
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That reminds me - make sure you have all Area Items for your Band / Attribute maxed out! This will help a lot. Prioritize the items based on the band you��re going to be using.
5) Calculate!
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“Park” is there to help you get a very specific number of EP. It’s what people use to get exactly 10,000,000 points / 7,777,777. So for now, choose Maximize Event Points.
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Always pick 3 Flames (you won’t have time for anything less), and take note of the EP in the left side (4,380). For Challenge Lives, also note the CP (219).
Now, CP is actually just EP / 20 rounded up, so you can still derive that even if you only note the EP.
IMPORTANT: This is the maximum EP you can gain. I find that -200 (in my case it was 4275 EP, and thus 214 CP) is more realistic. Initially I set it to 4200, but found after Day 4 that I was waaaaay above target, so I set it to 4275 later on.
Also, note the “Afterglow - Powerful” below. This refers to the Area Items you have to use.
As you can see, I cleared 250k Band power, so I’m actually able to use the Grand Room.
6) For Challenge Lives:
Go back to the Live subsection, and pick Challenge Live.
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For the song, you have to pick one of the songs that’s actually available for the Challenge Live. Click on the event info, and see what the songs are.
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In my example, for Cycling Seasons, it’s best to pick Scarlet Sky (either EX or Special, note the color under R). However, I find that picking the song I can FC consistently is better (for both my hands and for estimation), so I stuck with Brand New Days on Hard. It’s okay if you don’t know which song to pick yet, you can just decide during the event once you’ve tried them. However, for the purpose of planning this early, stick with the first Hard song.
Recalculate for the Challenge Live.
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Again, as a safety net, assume you won’t always get 26,380. In my case, I estimated it to be 25k (initially 26k). It’s a little drastic, but I’d really rather assume the worst case. Realistically I was getting 26k most of the time, but when I was really tired it’ll dip down to 25k (I got 24.8k sometimes...).
And that’s from playing in Hard.
For other event types, you’ll find that the same team will give you different scores. Challenge lives just have lower Multi-Live scores because you’re expected to compensate using the Challenge Live.
OKAY~! Now we have the EP and CP / Multi-Live, and EP / Challenge Live. Time to estimate how much points we can actually get from that.
(The calculation is going to be different for other event-types, I’ll provide that later)
Multi-Live Score: 4275
Challenge Points gained: 214
Challenge Live Score: 25000
A Challenge Live is going to require 800 CP (you won’t have time for the 200/400 variants), so...
Number of games to activate CL: 800 / 214 = 3.74
Each Multi-Live game requires, on average, 3.5 minutes (this number drops to 2.8 minutes if you can find friends to consistently quickly pick songs with) to complete, so that’s 3.74 x 3.5 = ~13.1 minutes. Add to that the time required to complete a Challenge Live, which is around 2.37 minutes, and we get 15.47 minutes to complete a “set”. (Again, this is just on average)
In one hour, you can complete 60 / 15.47 = 3.87 sets (round down for safety!).
So how much score can you get per set?
Well, a set is 3.74 Multi-Lives (@ 4275 EP each) + 1 Challenge Live (@ 25000 EP), so:
3.74 x 4275 + 25000 = 40988 EP / set. You have 3.87 of those per hour, so
40,988 x 3.87 = 158,623 EP/h.
That is going to be the final EP/h (at least for every hour playing).
Multiplied by the number of active hours for the entire event (14 x 8 + 6), we get:
18,717,514. But I scored 19.2M, remember? Which means I played some more, and had a good safety net based from my estimates.
That is how you get your final EP target.
To just summarize...
FOR NON-CHALLENGE LIVES (which I didn’t give an example for XD ):
*** for VS lives, assume you’re in 3rd place; safer to assume you’re in 5th
0) Active hours = (num hours per day playing x num days) + 6
1) Get (safe) Multi-Live score from Bestdori
2) Assume each Multi-Live is 3.5 mins long
3) 60 / 3.5 = 17.14 games per hour
4) 17.14 games x Multi-Live score = your EP/h for every hour you’re playing (let’s call it active EP/h)
5) Active EP/h x Active Hours = final EP
6) Number of flames needed = 17.14 games x 3 flames per game x Active Hours
FOR CHALLENGE LIVES:
0) Active hours = (num hours per day playing x num days) + 6
1) Get (safe) Multi-Live score, and CP gained per multi-live
2) Get (safe) Challenge Live score
3) Assume each Multi-Live is 3.5 mins long, assume each Challenge Live is 2.37 mins long (adjust for the actual song)
* note that this is the duration OF THE LIVE, not THE SONG. From when you press the “Live” button to the next time you do.
4) A “set” is an 800-CP Challenge Live + the Multi-Live games required to collect 800 CP
5) A set takes (800 / CP gain x 3.5 mins) + CL song duration to complete
6) A set score is worth (ML score x 800 / CP gain) + CL score
7) 60 / Set duration = sets per hour
8) Set score x sets per hour = your EP/h for every hour you’re playing
9) Active EP/h x Active Hours = final EP
10) Sets played = sets per hour x Active Hours
11) Number of flames needed = 3 flames per ML x 800 / CP gain x Sets played
Probably easier if I just provide a Google Sheets link :))))
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At this point, you’re really just going to have to pray that this is enough to get you to the tier you want.
Whale for cards if you have to. Get the best team possible. All members should belong to the same band (THIS IS REQUIRED); all members should have the same attributes as much as possible. For now, events let you get away with different band members, as long as you get the same attribute:
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But some time in the future, events doing the opposite - you’ll need the exact members to maximize your gains.
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(this is widely considered a dick move to force players to try and roll for specific characters... but that’s a business for ya’).
Get Level 5 skills. Maximize your area items (I’ve already said that...). Get cards with score-boosting skills (preferably the +90/+110% based on HP, +100%, +115% for Perfecs, etc) - this is very important for Challenge Lives. For Multi-Lives, only your leader’s skill matters. Stay awake for 1 or 2 more hours per day (hahahaha...) The point is, when gunning for T10, you’re going to need every help you can get.
Find private rooms to shorten that 3.5-min-per-live thing. You get to cram more points per hour this way. You can also ensure people only pick Meta songs, to keep your score average higher than the safety net.
If you can find someone to play for you while you sleep so you can maximize 24 hours per day instead of being limited to 14 hours, please do so. You can play for 7 while they play the other 7. This way you’re not as dead. T1 and T2 accounts usually have ~4 to 6 of these people, that’s how they can get crazy high scores.
IF YOU HAPPENED TO CHALLENGE 10x 24/7 ACCOUNTS, YOU HAVE NO HOPE OF GETTING INTO T10. No amount of effort will get you there.
Thankfully most of the time there’s only like, 1 to 3 24/7 accounts. If by the end of Day 2, you see that you’re outside T10 and all of them have crazy high scores (even though you’re on track), cut your losses and play for T100.
“Don’t put in effort for T11.”
III. Some Tactics, I guess?
For non-Challenge Lives, there are no tactics involved: just keep playing. Seriously. If you wake up and you’re outside the tier you want, keep playing and hope the others are sleeping.
For Challenge Lives, it can get a little bit interesting.
See, everyone wants to get as many points as they can, buuuuut nobody wants to put in more effort than they need to (unless they’re making a statement).
And that’s where the Challenge Live mechanic comes in. See, in other event types, what you see is what you get: the EP/h by the other people is consistent. You know that if you sleep for 3 hours, they’ll get ahead with an EP equivalent to 3 hours.
But in Challenge Lives, it’s possible to get your EP to accelerate. To nyooooom~. It’s not a secret that playing a game that’s 2.37 minutes long but gains you 25k points is waaaaaay faster than 3.5 minutes per game but only 4275 points. And that’s why you should hide your CP as much as you can. You’ll still consume some CP per day (it’s not possible to consume all that CP is just 6 hours...), but leave enough to do a final 6-hour sprint.
“Is there a point to this?”
Well... yes and no. If your opponents are reactive, e.g. only puts in effort when they feel like the others might surpass them, then it’s a huge advantage for you, because once you start nyooooming during the final day, they’ll have no time to react anymore. That’s what I did, and went from T11 to T6 in 5 hours 11 minutes. You just want them to “relax” during the first few days, so that they don’t put in too much effort (they’ll all still nyoooom during the last day anyway!). The worst you can have is an opponent that decides midway to be a 24/7 account, because they felt threatened by your score.
HOWEVER, if your opponent thinks the same way as you do, and only believes in the final EP, then chances are they might also do the same thing. Then it’s anybody’s game.
But maaaybe you can catch one or two off guard.
NOTE: Playing the same song over and over again for 5 hours is... tiring. At the end of it you might have broken fingers like I do (my left thumb barely works right now) XD
IV. Some Tips, I guess? Is this different from Tactics...?
Also compute how much effort to get into T100 (basically the exact same process; however, you CAN use the T100 EP tables found in Bestdori. Just double that. That’s still a reasonable estimate). You’ll be able to see how many flames are needed to do so; once you reach that amount of flames (but while going at a T10 pace; so around 2 full days), decide if you can actually keep up or not. If yes, then by all means, keep going; if no, relax a bit, and just try to stay around T50. If you kept up with T10 for 2 days, you’re almost guaranteed to be in T100 with minimum effort during the remaining days.
You should prepare an Excel Sheet to track your progress. One column for “Flames” used, another for “Challenges Played”. Every multi-live, you insert a “3″ into flames. Every Challenge Live, you insert a “1″ into CL’s. Kinda like this:
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I personally add an “estimated time of completion” (see the value in E?) just to make it easier to visualize what time I’ll be done for the day. For this screenshot, it shows I’m actually ahead by -0.3 flames and -17.32 challenge lives.
In a separate sheet (but same file), I have the target for the current “iteration” / “day”. This lets me divide the effort into days / half-days.
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Again, it’s probably going to be easier to explain if I just provide a Google Sheets for this ^_^ (or an Excel template)
...I’m not sure if “track T10″ scores has any use at this point. THEY WILL TRACK YOU, that’s for sure. However, I did gain confidence that they’ve already used up their CP during the last day, because I was tracking them. I also knew how much their ML and CL scores were. So I knew I still had enough CP to catch up. So maaaaybe it’s useful after all..?
As for the free flames... forget it. Don’t rely on the flame regen. Recover 90 flames every time (which is around 1 hour 45 mins of gameplay to consume) so you don’t break your momentum. “There’s only 10 minutes left until the next flame, maybe I should wait it out?” Nah-ah. Unless you’re in the middle of a major break (e.g. sleeping), don’t wait for the flames to regen. Assume that you’re going to pay for every flame you’re ever going to need. While you’re taking breaks you can probably watch ads, but it’s not going to make much of a dent. You’re gonna get some free flames from leveling up, but don’t account for that.
When playing in the dead of the night, have some Netflix in the background. Or just some TV. Anything that’ll keep you awake.
IF AT ANY POINT YOU FIND THERE’S NO INTERNET, start consuming your challenge points (use mobile data). You’re not allowed any downtime. It’s a sad reality, and it might ruin your pace / surprise, but nothing you can do about it.
During Multi-Lives, join the sticker spam. It’ll at least make you smile. Dooon’t join too much though, sometimes they keep that going and cost you so much time... Xp
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I can’t think of any more tips aside from these ones ^_^; I’ll update this once I have those Excel sheets ready / cleaned up.
Good luck and have fun~ ^o^
EDIT: Here’s a Dropbox link to the T10 Calc. You’re going to need Excel though.
1) Estimate using the EP Estimator sheet. This will give you all sorts of info.
2) Input the current day into the Tracker Meta sheet. (Nothing else to change there) This will give you your flames / challenge live targets for the day.
3) Input your progress in the Tracker sheet. It’ll give you an estimate of when you’ll be able to complete the current iteration. ^^
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*thinks about it*
*really thinks about it*
How is this any different from just “play like hell” ?? @_@ There’s nothing new about this advise at all XD (except maybe put into perspective just how much time and resources it’ll consume)
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