#IRON MAN’S ALIVE Y’ALL

[mrmaybank]

Fandom: DC, MCU

Title: Did She Run Away?

Series: Wheres My Love (2/??)

Character(s): Peter Parker, The avengers, Talia Al Ghul, Connor Kent, Jon Kent

Request: No

Genre: Fluff, Angst

TW: None

A/N: Reader used to be superman’s sidekick . When I through New York in here, if y’all didn’t expect this to be a DC, Marvel cross over idk what to say

Key:

(Y/S/N) = Your superhero name

(N/N) = Nickname

(S/W) = signature weapon

Masterlist

December 1st, 2019

Almost two years that’s how long you had been here, in New York city. You were living with your friend Peter Parker and his aunt May. It had hit the news quickly that (Y/S/N) had moved from crime fighting in Gotham, Bludhaven, and Metropolis. To fighting crime in New York city, you hadn’t had a run in with the avengers, the rip off justice league as you called them, or heroes that were affiliated with them yet.

That would change tonight though. Since you decided to suit up about two months into your stay into New York, you had only gone after minor thugs. Which you found patrolling, which you were doing at the moment. When a familiar spider-boy who wore bright red decided you need company.

He swung down landing in front of you, before he could say anything you spoke. “What you want?” You asked.

“I thought you would like some company,” he replied, he stuck out his hand. “Spiderman,” he told you.

You rolled your eyes before taking his hand, “(Y/S/N),” You replied. You two began talking for awhile, getting to each other without revealing anything about your secret identities. You too had moved so you were sitting on the side of building with your legs dangling off the edge.

“So what’s it like working for superman?” He asked.

You shook your head, “I didn’t work for him, sure I was his sidekick but there no power dynamic. I would boss him around sometimes, he would do the same to me. He’s my mentor but he was also so much more then that,” You replied.

He placed a hand on your shoulder, “It must have been hard leaving. I don’t what I would do if I had to leave behind black widow or Iron man,” You gave him a sad smile, and nodded.

“Why’d you leave?” He asked. You froze, you hadn’t told anyone not Peter not May. The only people who knew were the ones back in Gotham and Metropolis. He must have noticed your reaction to the question because he quickly told you, that you didn’t have to tell him.

“No, I’ll tell you. It’s fine,” you replied.

“You sure? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,”

“It’s fine,” you assured him, you took a deep breathe. “My robin died,” you told him.

He tilted his head much like a confused puppy would, “Huh? Your bird died?” He asked.

You laughed and shook your head, “No, Batman’s sidekicks are called Robins. Mine died, he was killed by the Joker. It was couple of years ago but I never got over it, I spent months reviewing the footage from Batman’s suit from that night,” your voice cracked, “Trying to figure out if someway, somehow he wasn’t dead. But I just found myself watching my baby die, over and over again.

I did it until realized he was gone, that he wasn’t coming back. So I started visiting his grave, telling him everything that he was missing. I thought I was okay, I really did. Then one night I found myself fighting the joker. And were there, at the warehouse or what remained of it.

And he started things and I just remembered how mad, I was,” tears rolled down your face, “Mad that this sick son of a bitch was alive, but my baby bird was dead. Then I just snapped and I almost killed him and I just remember thinking that was I wanted to do it. I want him dead, I was gonna kill. If Nightwing and Orphan hadn’t shown up, I would have killed him,” You looked over at spiderman, “I’m not a murder,” you told him.

He shook his head, “Your not a murder (M/N).”

“How..?”

He removed his masking, revealing that he was Peter. “I figured it out, while you were talking,” the brunette explained.

“Can we go back your apartment?” You asked.

Peter nodded, “let’s go,”

March 2nd, 2020 (There is no COVID)

As the elevator went up heading to the top floor, where currently the Avengers resided, so did your nervous. Peter must have sense this because he placed a hand your shoulder, “Relax, everything is gonna be okay,” he told you.

You scoffed, “Telling people to relax doesn’t really make them relax,” You replied, “Besides this like meeting the Justice League all over again,”

“But it’s the avengers this time,”

You shook your head, “Still. Do you know how bad I embarrassed myself the first time, I met the Justice League?”

“It couldn’t have been that bad,” Peter replied.

“It was that bad!” You exclaimed, “I fell into the fucking pool of Justice!” You looked over at Peter and noticed he was trying not to laugh, which earned him a small shove. “Asshole, don’t laugh!”

“I wasn’t laughing at you,” He replied, “Pool of Justice?”

You bit your lip trying to stop yourself from laughing as well because you knew if you laughed, Morpheus would strike you down then and there. “Yeah…the justice league isn’t the best at name things,”

“Then I feel really bad for there children,” Peter laughed.

You shook your head, “Surprisingly there kids have good names, well the ones who didn’t name themselves or had names before they got there,”

“Named themselves? Names before they got there?” Peter asked.

“Well sure the justice league treats there sidekicks and refers to them as there kids but most of them aren’t. Like my buddy Dick, he might be Bruce’s son but Bruce didn’t name him.

Dick’s parents did and so did my parents. And as for naming themselves, sometimes there sidekicks are manmade. Like my brother, Conner. He was made to be a clone of Clark and Lex Luther, he escaped the lab though and he needed clothes. So he stole them from one of the guards and the name on the outfit was Connor,” You explained.

Before Peter could respond the elevator door opened signaling you were on the avengers floor. “You ready?” Peter asked, you nodded. The two of you exited the elevator and walked down a small hallway that took you to living room.

Where a butch of people sat you recognized them all right off the bat. There was Black Widow or Natasha Romanoff, Iron Man or Tony Stark, The god of thunder or Thor, Hawkeye or Clit Barton, Bruce Banner or the Hulk, and Steve Rogers aka Captain America.

They all smiled at you, “You must be (M/N) Kent,” Tony smiled at you.

“I am indeed,” You smiled back.

Natasha patted the space next to her, “come sit down,” she told the two of you. You both did as you were told.

“We’ve heard a lot about you from Peter,” Clit told you.

“Good things, I hope you,” you replied.

“Really good things,” Steve assured you. You spent the next hour or so getting to know them all. It was nice, you laughed a lot this much since Jason died.

“How’d you end up with, Superman and superwomen?” Thor asked.

“My parents dropped me off outside, Superman’s house. Apparently they were work buddies with his Superwomen and they couldn’t take care of me. I was two, they left a note with my name and I haven’t seen them since. But it’s okay because Superman and Superwomen raised me as there kid. There my family,” You explained.

“So why’d you leave, Metropolis and Gotham? If all the family you’ve ever known was there?” Tony asked, “Get tired of the Justice League up your ass?”

You shook your head, “The love of my life died,” you told them. You felt the whole rooms atmosphere change.

“I’m so sorry, what happened? If you don’t mind me asking,” Natasha asked.

“It’s okay,” you replied, “He was murder by the Joker and years later I thought,” You shook your head, “I didn’t think, I knew I was okay. Then I’m back at what remained of the warehouse, he was killed, fighting the Joker and I almost killed him. I was lucky two of my friends were in the area because they pulled me off of him and at that moment I knew I couldn’t stay,” you explained.

“I’m so sorry,” Tony replied, “I wouldn’t know what to do if Pepper died, especially if I found myself fighting the person who did years later,”

“It was hard,” You replied.

“Well, on a happier note,” Bruce spoke up, “we don’t usually summon people to the Avengers tower, you’re aware of that correct?” Bruce asked, you nodded.

“Well were thinking about giving you an opportunity, to work with us. You know this business way better then a lot of us do, and we could use that,” He explained.

You lit up, “Really?”

Bruce nodded, “You could teach a lot of us some things and some of us have been in this game for years.”

“I’ll try my best,” You replied.

“So you in?” Peter asked.

“Of course,” you smiled.

August 23rd, 2021

You sighed as you unlocked the door to your apartment, yes your apartment. You moved out of May’s and Peter’s a couple moths ago. Finally having enough money to buy your own, which you were very happy about. You loved Peter but after a night a patrol all you wanted to do was go to sleep, which was with him that was not so easy.

As you entered the apartment you were quick to realize that the Tv and the light in the living room were on. This set you on alert, you pulled your (S/W) out and slowly made your way to living room. As you got closer you heard a laugh, one you had heard so much that you almost immediately knew who had broken into your apartment.

You rolled your eyes, as your entered the living room. “Con-” you cut yourself off. Curled up, asleep next to Connor on the couch looked like a mini-boy version of Louis Lane who couldn’t have been more then four years old. “Whose that?” You whispered.

“(M/N), meet our younger brother, Jon,” He smiled at you.

You were very skeptical, “Is this another clone?” You asked.

Connor shook his head. “So Clark and Louis…,” you didn’t finish the sentence.

Connor nodded once more, “Yep, they had sex. I wonder how that would work, I always-,” you grimaced and cut your brother off.

“Connor!” You exclaimed, “I don’t wanna think about my mother and father figure having sex!” Your shouting cause Jon to stir next to Connor, immediately opening his eyes.

He blinked a couple times before looking around eyes landing on you. “(M/N)?” He asked. You smiled and nodded, getting down on your knees in front of your baby brother.

“Hello, Honey,” you smiled.

Before Jon could respond Connor spoke up, “You know, Bruce had another kid,” Connor told you.

“Really?” You asked not taking your eyes off of Jon.

“Mhm, he’s an Al Ghul,” This caught you off guard, you turned Connor wide eyed.

“Yep, I know,” Connor replied.

“Holy shit!” You exclaimed.

“Hey! Watch your mouth in front of Jon!” Connor scolded you.

You put your hands up in surrender, “I’m sorry,” you replied.

“You better, do you know how much of a bad mouth Dick, Stephanie, and Tim have?” You watched as Jon visible lit up at those names and quickly looked around.

“Dick?” Jon asked, you shook your head.

“He’s not here buddy,” you turned Connor, “he can’t be more then four, when did Louis have him?” You asked.

“She was three months at the time you left.”

You couldn’t believe it, Clark and Louis probably knew but they didn’t tell you. Hell they didn’t even tell you he was born. You were anger but also hurt, Connor could tell. He could always, he placed a hand on your shoulder. “I’m really sorry (N/N),” he told you.

“How could they not tell me?” You asked.

“I don’t know, maybe they thought you’d come straight home,” Connor suggested, but you both knew it wasn’t true.

“I can’t believe it!” You exclaimed. “I’m just much as there kid your two are,” you gestured to Connor and Jon, “I didn’t know my parents, Clark and Louis were the only I had. How could they not tell me?” You felt tears burn your eyes and at this moment you didn’t care, you let them fall freely.

Connor weakly smiled at you, he moved off the couch and sat down on your right. He took your hand into his, you could tell he was fighting back tears. You two had always been close, doing everything together. So when one broke down, the other was very close to following because you didn’t like seeing each other like that.

You didn’t like seeing each other in pain, or sad, or sick. “(M/N), Clark and Louis aren’t good people. You always looked up to them, so I never wanted to tell you but there not. Heck once Jon’s old enough, and Clark doesn’t need me around to take care of his son. I’m gonna grandma and grandpa, I’m not gonna be welcome at home anymore.

I’m gonna be superboy, he is. Because he was kid Louis and Clark wanted,” You watched as the tears fell down your brother’s face, “Not some clone made of him and his arch enemy, not some random kid left on his door step. He’s gonna be the golden boy, the golden child and were gonna be left behind like we never exist,” Connor told you.

You didn’t wanna believe it but deep down, you knew it was true. There was no avoiding it. “Do you ever wish you lived with Lex, instead of Clark?” You asked.

Connor nodded, “Because he even the small times I see him because I have too. Because as much as Clark and Louis want to deny it i’m his kid too. He treats me better then either of them did, he might be asshole sometimes and supervillain but he’s good dad. You ever wonder, what it would be like if you parents kept you?”

You nodded, “Everyday. I wonder what it would like. If they take me back now, even with how fucked I am,” Connor squeezed your hand.

“You not fucked up,” He told you.

You shook your head, “I am! Connor, I am! I couldn’t take care of myself before Jason died, I can hardly do it now. Hell i tried to kill the Joker. I’m having nightmares about the Lazarus Pit and Jason crawling out of his grave. Even though I know it’s gone, and so is he. I’m fucked Connor,”

He shook his head, as he pulled you into a hug. “I love you so much,” he told you, “Your brother, and trust me your not fucked. Clark, Louis, the

joker, and everyone else is,” you felt an extra pair of arms wrap around you and looked to see Jon.

He smiled at you, “I love you too,” he told you.

You couldn’t help but smile as well, “I love you too, Jon. I love the both of you,” you told them.

“Now I have two awesome brothers!” Jon exclaimed. Your smile grew even wider at that.

February 1st, 2022

You, Peter, and Nat were building away from were the other avengers. There was group of people who had landed on Avengers and tower and Friday classified them as threat. The group of people, they brown robes and on the back of them was a symbol one you had seen before.

You knew it but you couldn’t remember where it was from. You remembered it being from a league of some sort, you watched as leader of the group, a women, looked around and as your eyes laid on her you realized who she was, Talia Al Ghul.

“Shit!” you exclaimed. You moved from the building you were on to the Avengers tower. Nat and Peter’s called your name but you didn’t care, as you cared about was making sure Tony, who blasted was currently pointed at Talia, didn’t do something that would cause a war behind the league and the avengers.

You landed in front of Talia seconds before Tony was about to shoot, “Stop!” You exclaimed.

“Good of you finally show up,” Talia told you, you just rolled your eyes

“(Y/S/N), what are you doing?” Tony asked.

“You can’t hurt her, you’ll start a war behind the league and the avengers and believe me that is the last thing y’all need,” You explained.

“A war?” Steve asked.

“The league is a very power power group,” you turned from your friend toward Talia, “What are you doing here?” You asked.

“Can’t I visit my son’s boyfriend?” She asked.

You cocked your eyebrow at her, “Huh?”

Talia just rolled her eyes, “Jason, my son?”

You couldn’t help but be more confused, “Since when is Jason your son?” You asked.

“Since a couple months ago,” she replied.

“Talia, Jason died. He’s been died for years,” you replied.

Talia just smiled at you, “Oh (M/N), he’s alive,” you froze, “And you know it. You’ve been having dreams of him and the Lazarus Pit,”

You shook your head, “No.” You simply said, “Jason died years ago, The Lazarus pit was destroyed years before that by the Justice League,” You exclaimed.

“Yes, but I rebuilt it. I need someone to take of Damien,” She replied.

“So you brought my boyfriend back to life?!” You screamed.

Talia frowned at you, “I thought you would be happy,”

“Oh i’m thrilled!” You stomped your foot, “So fucking thrilled, do you know how dangerous that is? Talia, sure he can protect Damian but he is gonna have urges cause by Lazarus. He’s gonna be so unbelievably anger at Bruce, the Joker, Dick! Everyone!” You exclaimed. Then you remembered, Damian was in Gotham, “Is he..,” You didn’t finish the sentence, you didn’t have too.

“He is,”

“Talia,“ you whispered.

“I didn’t know,” she replied, “You need to stop before he does,” she told you.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“Your connected to him. You can stop him, you can help him,” Talia replied. One of the assassins whispered something to her and she frowned, “I have to go but you need to stop him.”

Before you could speak they were gone you just stared at where they once were. “(M/N)?” Tony asked.

You turned around and noticed Nat and Peter had now joined the other avengers, “I have to go home, I have to go back to Gotham,” you replied.

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯/Next

#jason todd x male reader #peter parker #the avengers #talia al ghul #connor kent #jon kent #league of assassins #Clark kent x Son!reader #Louis Lane x Son!reader #Connor kent x Brother!reader #Jon Kent x Brother!Reader #dc x male reader #marvel x male reader #x male reader

[autisticempathydaemon]

Busybee Ships #3

Rarepairs are fun, I’m bored and/or procrastinating other projects, and the world could always use a little more chaos let’s gooo

Pairings: Childhood friends to lovers, Imperium, Pre-relationship!Tyler/Unnamed Receptionist (Reece) For clarification, this is the Receptionist that mistakingly sends Pet to Vega instead of Cam. Also available on AO3!

“-the rest is fair game, and I can’t wait to see what y’all do with the place.” That ironically cheery chime plays, signaling the end of the broadcast, and there is a moment of shell-shocked silence across the capital before the chaos crescendos even louder than before. The sound of crashing, catastrophe, and destruction looms threateningly outside, and Reece, tucked tight and secret inside an unused classroom of the Academy, tries to turn his back to it all, curled small and covering his ears below the window. The former receptionist tries to brainstorm an escape plan, but another blood-curdling scream cut frighteningly short makes it hard to think about anything except how close that must have been. 

Every second he sits and waits, the calamity and certain death inch closer, and Reece knows that he will not be shown mercy and that he certainly can’t fight his way out as a healer. Then a shadow appears on the ground, backlit ominously by the roiling red sky. Reece freezes, knowing his comeuppance has come for him and praying he had had the courage to do what he’s been dreaming about since he was eight. 

“There you fucking are- move!” A hand pushes the back of Reece’s head, forcing him to tumble forwards, and he can only watch dumbly as the other person leaps in through the window and slams it shut behind him. 

“Tyler?”

“Nope, sorry, just me, the Big Bad Wolf. Who else would it be?” the enforcer snarks, giving Reece an incredulous, stern look before peeking over the window sill. 

“What’re you doing here?” Reece asks numbly, not fully processing the sight of his childhood friend alive and in front of him. “How’d you know I was here?”

“Are you for real?” Satisfied that they’re safe for the moment, Tyler crouches with his back to the wall, staring down at his friend’s dumbstruck face. “You always hide here when you’re scared, and it’s fucking terrifying out there. You were a sitting duck, so let’s get a fucking move on.” The earth elemental hauls the healer off the ground with strong, adrenaline fueled arms, and Reece tries to hold on with hands that had gone numb from being clenched so tightly.

“Wait wait wait Ty, I have something to tell you-“ he tries to force out before the man he’s been in love with as long as he can remember grips his forearms tight, levels him with a look, and pulls him through the door.

“We need to get to the garage where I can steal one of the Enforcement Squad cars,” Tyler says quietly, casing the hallway before taking Reece’s hand, booking it to the South Wing, and giving the other boy a reassuring grin over his shoulder. “Whatever it is, it can wait till we’re safe.”

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee ships #busybee writes

[itsstrange]

Mystery Bird

Fandom: MW2

Relationship: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Rozlyn “Ace” Doyle (OFC)

A/N: After many weeks/months I’ve finally finished this one! Been coming back and forth with this one for a while now and I’m so glad it’s finally done! I just wanna thank and give a huge shout out to @ebbandfleur for collaborating with me on this one! They definitely deserve it! Thank You Love for bringing my vision alive! Much Love!

With that being said, hope all y’all Ghost sluts enjoy this one! And maybe stay tuned for a mini series 👀

Summary: Ghost is not a hypocrite.

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings ⚠️: (No, Maybe?) Fluff, Curious Simon, Cuteness, a little bit of angst.

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Enjoy! ✨

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Simon “Ghost” Riley was not a hypocrite by any means. Well.. at least that’s what he tells himself. Everyone who lives, works, or knows of the 141 crew, all know that Simon “Ghost” Riley is one secretive man. Nobody knows his story, nobody knows anything from him— well.. minus Price, he knows snippets of his story— but other than that nobody else knows and he liked it that way. Easier to handle, especially out on the field, if he were to get captured, again, nobody would know anything about him.

He hopes.

It was better. Safer. Why give any information at all? Especially in his line of work, it’s always better to keep thing’s limited. Besides, nobody needs to know anything about him except for the way he works, the way he gets shit done without question and nothing else. There’s nothing to know anyways, just a dark, painful story that he honest to god would rather avoid. There’s no need to bring those dark times back, no need to share such information, he doesn’t need nor want to, ever, so he doesn’t.

But again, he’s not a hypocrite. But then again he is. Just don’t ever tell him that, unless you’ve got a death wish and are looking for different shades of pain.

Now why hypocrite? Well, maybe because the moment he laid eyes on her frame he has been wracking his brain in trying to figure her out. By her, he means Rozlyn Doyle. Or better known as Ace by the rest of the team, or Roze, the nickname Ghost—Simon has claimed for himself.

It’s been around.. five to six months since she’s joined the team, and from those months, Ghost hasn’t been able to figure her out, figure her story, her secrets. How ironic right? He doesn’t even share his own. She was just hard to fucking read, and that alone held the Lieutenant in a tight grip. He didn’t know why he couldn’t brush it off, brush her off, normally he would, but for some reason he just couldn’t let this go. Just like his job, he was determined in figuring out the rest of her story. He tried asking Price that same month she joined, making it seem like he was just curious on who he was going to be working with alongside on the field, but the older man only lets a short chuckle escape while a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.

‘Ask her yourself Simon,’ Is what the old man told him, patting him on the shoulder as he turns to walk away with a fresh cigar in between his lips,

He did not ask her. Obviously. Otherwise he wouldn’t be staring at her from dark corners trying to figure something, anything new that he doesn’t know already. Despite already knowing her incredible hand to hand combat skills, incredible speed, phenomenal aim, he did in fact learn new things about her while lurking in the shadows. As creepy as it sounds he learned things from keeping a close eye on her. For instance, in the first month of her being in the team she had managed to get shot in the arm, it was that same day he learned she was ambidextrous. After that it was the little things, like her favorite drink, whiskey, neat. On exhausting, traumatic days, she’d go for Tequila, 5 shots. If it’s one of those brutal tough days, she’ll drink till she forgets. (He’d know of course since he’d be the one to carry her back to her personal quarters once she’s passed her limit. Yet, she didn’t need to know that). Then there’s her Coffee, sometimes black or with 3 sugars and five creamers. Favorite foods, pizza, sushi, but honestly he’s noticed she’s not picky, she’ll eat whatever is available. Then came the habits, from twirling a knife with her fingers whenever she’s bored, smoking whenever she’s anxious about something, going to the gym whenever she needs to blow off steam, which happens to be on a daily, specifically whenever they come back from a mission.

Then came the annoying habits which were, tag teaming with Soap to annoy the shit out of him, bickering with Soap over ridiculous things, like seriously they were just alike in various ways it’s no wonder they are always arguing over the dumbest things.

One thing Ghost honestly loathes from her would be, not getting help for her injuries, again, ironic right? He alone doesn’t even step foot in medical, usually takes care of himself in his room, unless it’s serious then he’s being dragged by Price or Soap. But that wasn’t the point, she has the habit of hiding her injuries, like the time she got shot in her arm, it was dark and raining that day perfect coverup, but it was when they made it to the safe house where he found out. She was sitting on the broken down bathtub, aid kit wide open on the floor, bloody rags littered the ground, blood oozing down her arm as she shakily stitched herself up. It was a fucking massacre, literally as if someone had been butchered in the bathroom, and boy did he talk her ear off as he took over in patching her up.

Every time he learned something new from her he couldn’t help the way his chest fluttered, the way he was more interested in learning new things about her. Whether it was good or bad, he wanted it all. Wanted to know everything there is about her. Yes, he did know certain things about her, the little things, the snippets, but that wasn’t enough. He wasn’t satisfied with what he’s learned and he knows it’ll eat him alive if he doesn’t figure her out soon.

He really doesn’t know why, but he wants to feel that feeling every time he learns new things from her. It’s a feeling that settles in his chest, he doesn’t know how to explain it other than it brings him peace, admiration and.. happiness. Something he definitely has not felt for years but oh how much he craved it, knowing she was the reason for it only made him want to feel it once again.

Like now for instance, he laid on the ground with an arm propped behind his head as he kept his gaze up at the molded ceiling, mind constantly wondering back to what he had seen a couple hours prior. While meeting with Alejandro’s informant, an ex gang member who had new information about where Valeria is possibly hiding— after she was taken—broken out of their custody— they had been interrupted by a little girl no older than 6 years old. She was collecting a couple of coloring books and crayons, completely oblivious to their conversation or the fact that there are seven armed soldiers in her kitchen, however, before the little girl can intervene any further Ghost watches how Roze quietly makes her way towards the girl, considering she’s the closest to her and quietly whispers something to her before helping her with the rest of the crayons and walking outside with her.

Ghost, who stood opposite side of the room next to Price, silently stared at the whole interaction. He didn’t know why, but the way a small smile appeared on the Sergeants face as she sweetly spoke to the child made an unfamiliar feeling stir at the pit of his stomach. It wasn’t uncomfortable, it was actually quite the opposite, it was a warm feeling that dissolved into pure utter happiness as he watched her around the child. Something that has never ever crossed the Lieutenants mind. However, that same feeling only grew stronger as he stepped out the house.

Once they were debriefed on the whole Valeria situation, Ghost and the rest of the soldiers made their way out of the home, where they see Doyle sitting on a small kids table coloring and chatting away with the little girl. It might’ve seemed odd, an armed soldier with an M4 resting on her back while coloring with a nearly 6 year old child, but for Ghost.. it was a sight. Even more so when he catches a glimpse of the sergeants work on the paper.

She can draw? Is what he questions with furrowed brows, yet, interested eyes. On the paper laid in front of her was an identical drawn out portrait of said little girl, exactly the same.

She can draw. Is what he’s been saying throughout the whole day. He just couldn’t seem to get the new fact out of his head, even worse now, as he laid on the makeshift bed on the floor besides Soap, who was snoring like a damn hurricane on a beaten up couch. He already doesn’t sleep much as it is, but if it wasn’t for knowing something new, so innocent and raw about Roze, then he definitely would blame Soap and his brutal snores for his lack of sleep. But he wasn’t to blame. It was Rozlyn Doyle who he couldn’t keep his mind off of, he was too invested in her, he just could not stop thinking about her, everything about her was just so captivating and Ghost—Simon knew, he had fell hard.

Shaking his head with a heavy sigh at the foreign feeling, he pushes himself to a sitting position. Softly groaning from the way his shoulders feel tensed and tired from carrying a vest all day and possibly from laying on stone like floors. Popping the aching muscles from his neck and shoulders, Ghost looks over at Soap—who remained in a deep sleep with an arm perched behind his head— and quietly gets up from the floor. As quietly as his feet can, he makes his way towards the door that leads out to the roof.

Quietly stepping passed Garrick who was fast asleep on a smaller couch by the stairs and Price who was also asleep on the floor, arms crossed over his chest with his iconic hat slightly bent covering his eyes, he successfully makes it to the door without awakening his teammates. However, he just remains standing still by the door frame when his eyes land on her, Roze, who was currently sitting on a foldable chair while quietly looking down at her hands, who were fiddling with something. Darkness surrounded them, only the light from the moon and the small LED lantern by her feet illuminated her beautiful features. From where Ghost stood he noticed the way her brows met in the middle, tongue slightly peeking through her lip as she kept her focus on whatever it was she was doing with her hands, who then realized held a blade on one hand and another object in the other.

She was so engrossed in her task that she hadn’t sensed his bulking figure by the entrance, yet, she had the vision of an eagle and hearing like a moth. Then again, Ghost has always blended well with the shadows, either that or she just wasn’t aware of her surroundings at the moment, which would defeat the purpose of her assignment of taking first watch. With a soft snort and a shake of his head, Ghost finally emerges from the door frame.

“Get some sleep Ace, I’ll take over,” His baritone voice causes the woman to glance up from her work, that happens to be some sort of small wooden block,

Roze gives him a smile, eyes following his large frame until he settles beside her on an empty chair, “It’s okay, I don’t really sleep much.. wouldn’t mind the company though,”

Ghost looks over at her, catching that little smile on her lips before averting his gaze outward, definitely feeling the way his stomach buzzes from the small affection. Silence quickly settles in between them, neither saying anything, it wasn’t an awkward or uncomfortable silence, it never is. At least not with her. The sounds of crickets chirping, coyotes howling every so often, and the way Roze’s blade scrapes along the wooden block can be heard around them.

Speaking of.

“What are you doing?” He finally asks her after watching her scrape her knife against the wood for five seconds,

A wide smile spreads on her face, without glancing up from her work she responds, “Wood carving,”

“Wood carving?” Ghost repeats her response in a question, one brow raised while his brown orbs continue staring at her soft, skillful hands,

“Mmhm,” Her smile still visible on her face as she continues carving whatever it is she’s carving, “Wanna see?”

She suddenly asks, bright hazel eyes staring into his own brown orbs, which of course only ignited his feelings towards her even more by the way she looked at him. Not being able to help himself, Simon’s eyes drift from her hazel eyes to her soft pink lips— that looked slightly red due to her constantly nibbling on them— and back towards her eyes again.

He really did fell for her and that honestly scared the shit out of him.

“Aren’t you supposed to be on watch?” He asks her instead, eyes not once parting away from hers,

She shrugs a shoulder, same smile on her face, “I get bored of staring out in the darkness alright now c’mon.. put your hand out,”

Ghost rolls his eyes at her but obliges by extending a gloved hand, palm facing the sky and waits patiently as she bends down to her right. With a wide, childlike smile she excitedly places her woodwork on his hand.

“Dog,” She proudly begins by balancing a small wooden dog on his palm and continues with, “Cat. Horse. And a bird,”

Ghost stares at the small wooden objects with an unreadable expression, yet, he couldn’t help the way his heart swelled in his chest when he sees that bright, wide, gummy proud smile on her face. The way her features illuminated beautifully from the moon light and the LED chandelier on the ground was something Ghost would never grow tired of. He would absolutely do everything in his power to keep that same smile on her face, would do anything to not have it disappear from her face because that smile gives him life.

“It’s not my best work but..,” She claims with a short shrug when she watches the way the lieutenant stares at her work in silence, not saying another thing she carefully begins removing the wooden objects from his palm,

Slightly feeling a little insecure from the heavy silence radiating from the brute, she never did believe she had artistic skills and the way he stared down at her art with an unreadable look only made her insecurity overcome her confidence.

However, before she can remove the small bird, Ghost repositions it to grab it with his gloved fingers. Skull fingers gently holding the small wooden bird as he carefully observes the little details she had carved onto its little body.

“It’s weird, I know,” She jokes with a nervous chuckle, eyes looking down at the other little wooden pieces in her palm,

“No,” Ghost quickly corrects her, eyes still observing the small wooden bird, “It’s mysterious. It’s a Mysterious bird.. like you,”

At his words he turns around to face her, immediately locking eyes with wide hazel orbs but catch the moment they switch from wide to soft in a matter of seconds, then catch the way a small, shy smile tugs on her lips. He didn’t know if he saw correctly due to the lack of lighting, but he was certain he caught a glimpse of red forming on her cheeks.

“I’m not that mysterious,” She argues back, hazel eyes falling to the ground, shy smile still plastered on her face,

“Have’ta disagree sergeant. You’re like a rubrics cube that’s difficult to solve. Once the colors finally match.. it’s like I’ve won the lottery,” Ghost. Simon partially admits on how he feels, come to think of it he’s never really shared on how difficult she is to figure out,

Roze couldn’t help but chuckle as she turns to look at him again, “What why?”

Simon stays silent for a few seconds, just enjoying the way her eyes shine beautifully from the small light illuminating around them, “Because I unlock something new about you. Hence mysterious,”

Again, a wide smile spreads on her face as she takes in his words. She didn’t know it, but a small smile also tugged on his lips beneath the mask. He really did love seeing that smile on her.

“Well.. all you gotta do is ask if you really wanna get to know me better,” She gently shoves his shoulder, same smile on her lips,

No. Because it’s dangerous. Dangerous for me. He thinks to himself, brown eyes observing her beautiful features in silence.

“I don’t like to pry,” He claims, averting his eyes out to the darkness when he hears a twig snap in the distance,

It was a lie, obviously. And he knew she knew it too, but was glad she didn’t call him out on it. Instead she only lets a soft chuckle passed her lips as she sits back in her chair, arms crossed in front of her chest while her eyes glance out towards the darkness. Mind constantly repeating the lieutenants words in a loop. Mysterious Bird. She didn’t know why, but she just loved the sound of it, probably because it came from him most likely, or the fact that this brute of a man who can easily break an enemies neck with his bare hands had just gave a her a heartwarming nickname, another nickname which only widened her smile even more and made her cheeks just a little warmer.

Comfortable silence surrounds them. Again, only the sounds of coyotes howling every once and a while, crickets chirping, an owl hooting somewhere in the distance, and the calm soothing sounds of each others breathing. Ever since she’s met the Ghost, she knew he’s not one to engage into a conversation, let alone start one, but luckily she just didn’t need to have a conversation with the Brit. He preferred silence, observing his surroundings, and she respected that because deep down, she too preferred just sitting in silence with someone. Enjoying the view, the sunset, a movie, just enjoying each other’s presence without any words and she knew she had that with Ghost. Now don’t get her wrong, of course she’d love to talk to him, she usually does, just a few words here and there, at least thats how it was in beginning when they first met, now she gets more than three sentences from him. But she knows he’s not one to talk, at all, at least not with her, she’s seen and heard him have a full conversation with Soap and Price, so maybe it’s me? Maybe he just doesn’t like talking to me? She thinks to herself as she continues to stare out into the darkness. But little did she know, the lieutenant was just too nervous to speak to her, afraid to say the wrong thing that’ll have her distance herself from him, and he didn’t want that. So he limited his choice of words when it came to her, besides, despite wanting to actually talk to her about anything and everything, he truly did enjoy her presence—company in silence. It was something they both built without knowing, but surely enjoyed it.

After 10 minutes or more of comfortable silence, Roze quietly reaches down to her right and picks up a slightly beaten black leather journal with a small golden rose in the center. Something Johnny had gotten her one day after finding out about her hidden talent. The poor thing has seen and been through more things than she can count; from dirt, mud, water, rain, concrete, sand, sour cream for some odd fucking reason that she can’t remember, bullets, blood, vomit, sweat, tears but in other words it’s been through hell and back. Till this day she doesn’t know how it’s still usable or how it even managed to survive every torture she put it through, but is still grateful for its immortality.

Gripping the journal in one hand she maneuvers her chair to the side where the lantern resting on her feet gives her enough lighting. Placing one foot on the small rotten crate in front of her she lets the other swing on top of her other leg, ankle resting just above her kneecap when she places her journal down on her lap and begins doodling away.

Ghost watches her every move in silence. Dark eyes observing her from the corner of his eye. Taking in the way her skin lights up beautifully with the small lantern on the ground, watches the way the light illuminating her skin only makes her look younger, breathtaking, astonishing. It was fucking dangerous. For him. Why did he have to come outside? Why couldn’t she just take his offer to go rest up inside the building? Why does she effect him this way? What the fuck is she doing to him? Question after question piled in the lieutenants head, questions he had no answers for, questions that have been digging into his skull for past couple months.

He really needed to get his shit together, otherwise he’d be making a mistake that’ll only hurt both of them, a mistake that’ll most definitely cause her to leave, for good. And he couldn’t have that, he wouldn’t have that.

So, after what seemed like eons of just staring at her, observing her, he silently inhales deeply through his nose as he reaches in one of his pockets for his pack of cigarettes. Plucking one out from its beaten box, he slips it in between his lips before fishing out his zippo lighter. One that Johnny had gifted him with one day while staying at the Los Vaqueros base. He was relaxing with the gang on a old couch, having a beer or two when the Scot had plopped down right next to him with a pink plastic bag of necessities. With no explanation or any other word, Johnny reaches inside the bag and tosses him the lighter before rummaging through it and pulling out a couple snacks for the men and a chocolate bar for Roze. Simon sat there, staring at the lighter in silence, rubbing his thumb against the carved skull, feeling the way his lip slightly curls upwards beneath his mask before slipping his new lighter inside his pocket without another word.

He doesn’t like gifts, never has. Yet, here he is igniting his cigarette with a gifted lighter.

Comfortable silence surrounds them once again. The weather slightly picking up it’s temperature, but nothing too extreme where they both have to switch to their jackets, it was nice and fresh. Perfect weather for the middle of June.

Besides the chirping sounds of crickets, coyotes howling in the distance, trees swaying with the wind, it was a peaceful night. For once. The past few weeks have been so chaotic since they’ve arrived in Las Almas, from gun fights, to driving to various locations for different information on where Valeria can be, it is finally nice to have some sort of peace and quiet. They were still on guard considering they were only 5 miles away from where their next target is holding, but luckily this old beaten mansion hidden amongst trees allowed them to get the rest they desperately needed.

So, to past the remaining time they still have, Roze goes ahead and sketches random things in her journal. From birds, buildings, burned cars, stray animals, street vendors, or as she learned “El Paletero” the ice cream man/woman or “El Elotero” a corn on the cob. She then goes ahead and begins sketching things that have caught her eye, like the little girl, some elderly couple holding hands, a not so good sketch of Soap trying on a sombrero, her M4, birds, roses, Price smoking his iconic cigar, and finally those eyes. She sketched his eyes from different angles, then transitioned to his masked face in different angles, his gloved skull hands, his actual hands that have beautiful scars that she has noticed every so often when he’s either tuning his gun, writing on something, smoking a cigarette or simply just slipping on his gloves.

Yeah. She lurks observes too.

However, due to the exhausting day of traveling from one place to another getting different information, running into the cartel which resulted in a 40 minute fire fight, then chasing one of the surviving gang members through the woods where she had tackled him into a small river and ended up having a leech latched onto her fucking neck, which of course she didn’t spot it right away, it was Soap who had pointed it out but it was Ghost who had carefully removed it from her. A relived thank you slipped from the sergeant along with her cursing under her breath and hoping she wouldn’t catch any sort of diseases.

So due to a hectic day, it all creeped up on her very slowly. One minute she was sketching, shading, and the next she feels her eyelids shutting on their own. She fought to keep them open, fought to keep herself awake, but her exhausted body fought back and before she knew it she had already dozed out. Head slightly leaning to the side, pencil holding dearly between her fingers and her journal resting on her lap as she slept the remaining hours of darkness.

It was the sudden silence and the way he couldn’t hear the way her pencil scraped against the pages that made him look over to her. Only to feel the way his heart fluttered heavily in his chest as he noticed her sleeping form.

Fucking Hell. Even sleeping she looked beautiful. Peaceful and for some weird odd reason, she looked younger. From the way the small lantern by her feet illuminated her features only made her younger and only made him fall harder.

There was nothing more he wanted than to just watch her sleep, to take advantage of just memorizing her sleeping form, from the way her lips slightly pout in her sleep, from the way a few strands of hair make their way across her face, from her brows knitting together every so often, from the way she just looked peaceful, happier, calmer, and safer. He wanted to memorize as much as he can before doing the unwanted.

The thought of waking her up from her peaceful sleep brought guilt in the pit of his stomach, but he knew had to. It’d prevent her from getting a lecture from Price, not that the old man would give her a hard time for falling asleep when he’d be on guard right next to her, but he mostly wanted to prevent her from getting a sore neck. He genuinely wanted her to be comfortable, to get a good amount of rest before having to wake up in a few hours to head out for the mission.

So with a regrettable inhale Ghost reaches over to shake her awake. While leaning towards her space his eyes cast down in hopes to not knock over the lantern, but instead they land on her opened journal where a beautifully hand drawn portrait of him can be seen.

Wide brown eyes scan the page in front of him, every little detail she had made, every stroke from light to dark, he was so mesmerized and in awe to look away. He couldn’t. Not when he knew she had sketched every single detail of his features, and that alone caused a foreign feeling in the center of his chest. So many things can be said about the portrait, she probably got bored of drawing trees. Was she drawing trees? Does she even draw trees? She probably didn’t have anything else in mind so she went ahead and drew a full portrait of me, right? People do that, besides what can she draw when the only speck of light she has is by her feet, everything else in front of her was nothing but pure utter darkness.

Fuckin’ hell she’s a bloody minx. If only she knew how fuckin crazy she makes me. Can never go a day without her clogging my bloody mind. Ghost—Simon thinks to himself as he continues to stare at her sleeping form, not realizing how he had reached a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. God, what he wanted to say to her, what he wanted to share with her, what he wanted to do to her. Yet, he knew he couldn’t. It wasn’t appropriate, things would get complicated rather quickly if it were ever to go that far, and the most important thing, he knew he’d hurt her. One way or another.

He only knew violence, hurting people, killing people, he lives for it, no good thing ever stays with him. Even if it did it would fade away all too quickly. And if it wasn’t him who would hurt or push her away, it would be the job. Hell, he definitely doesn’t know what he’d do if her ever lost her, yet he knew one thing. He’d go insane. On a rampage, only this time he doesn’t think he’d ever come back from it. Not this time.

So, in order to prevent any of that from happening he had to keep his distance, had to not let their relationship go any further other than teammates, had to be her superior who needs to push her into being better, not risk both—her life because they were to busy being worried about one another rather than focusing on the mission at hand. He couldn’t let that happen. He won’t let that happen. As much as it honestly pained his dark, broken heart, he knew it was best for her, not him, for her.

“I can’t have you… Bloody hell I want to, but I can’t,” Simon whispers to himself, brown eyes still observing the sergeant, watching the way her brows furrow, probably dreaming of something or someone,

Whatever it was, she won’t ever be able to dream or have a nightmare again if she stays with him. He’s bad luck, a land mine that is waiting for someone to step on for it to go off and ruin everything and everyone around him. She’s good for him yes, but he’s not good for her, at least that’s he sees it.

“Sergeant,” Ghost softly calls her by her rank, but sees it didn’t do much so goes ahead by calling her name with a shake to her shoulder, “Roze,”

That makes her eyelids crack open. They quietly scan his eyes before averting them out in the darkness with a silenced yawn.

“Get some proper sleep Sergeant, I’ve got it from here,” The lieutenant claims before averting his eyes towards the dark,

He doesn’t look at her, not even when she nods her head with a soft yawn or when she stands up from her chair. It’s only when she grabs her rifle from the floor and makes her way towards the door when he allows his eyes to watch her frame.

He fell too hard. It was dangerous. She is dangerous, she is his weakness, and little did he know he is hers as well.

He would never ever want to put her in any harm, would never want to hurt her, so it was better if he kept his distance, remained as her superior, a teammate and a.. friend.

Better than having to carry her casket, having to mourn for her, cry for her. He can prevent that by not giving in… right?

Right?

Right.

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-Hey loves! I’m so glad I’m back with another fic! My god it’s been a wild one writing this one. You have no idea how many times I’d come back and forth with this one, I’d write for a week straight then completely abandon it for the next few weeks.

Lordy was it freaking annoying but thankfully I got my ass to finish this, it’s been way too long and I’ve been wanting to get it out there for y’all.

-So again, I hope you enjoyed this one! And stay tuned for more of this Handsome man!

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[the-pjo-analyst]

Chapter 20 - I Battle My Jerk Relative

Theme of the day: War

Y’all I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna finish these last few chapters before the tv show comes out!! This year really didn’t turn out the way I wanted it to go but by the gods I’ll have at least one goal done no matter how skewed it got 😅 I was really like I’ll be able to read all the Olympus series in a year sjkdfhsd shit happens.

On to the chapter, “war” seems a bit self explanatory since this is when Percy confronts Ares. While Ares isn’t the one to have formed the idea of pitting the Big Three against each other, but he’s enticed by the idea of WWIII, a three-way war. Luke was lucky that it was Ares who caught him, since he probably was the easiest of the Olympians to manipulate (like hey... you could turn me in or you could let me go and start a giant war 😏). It really was a brilliant plan, as I said in my last chapter post, because it takes advantage of the Olympians’ weaknesses and paranoia. And the only way for it to go wrong was for a child to complete his quest against all odds despite having to 1) trek across the country, 2) face countless monsters, 3) thwart trickery from evil masterminds, and 4) trek across the country again. Percy really had very low chances to make it out alive. But he also lives off of spite and proving people wrong lol.

It’s interesting how each pjo book up until the final one is about Percy delaying a war in some way (kinda a theme with Riordan’s books lmao). The start of the chapter shows the beginnings of war with Hades’ army starting to rise up from the Underworld, causing massive earthquakes and fires and general chaos. Like a harbinger of a greater battle. In the immediate sense, it’s a taste of what could happen if an Olympic civil war occurs, but it’s also a bit of foreshadowing to the actual war that will take place in the future. Just like this whole book, it’s setting up what’s to come.

Continuing on that theme, Percy’s battle with Ares really culminates everything he’s learned on how to fight so far, and it sets the stage for what the readers should expect the rest of his battles to go in the series. It makes me think of the final climax of The Last Olympian, how Percy chooses to use his brain and his heart rather than his brawn against Luke, because those are the things that truly matter in the end. In this case, while Percy does use his strength and demigod powers, the reason he wins against Ares is because he uses his intelligence. It really correlates his battle with Echidna, since at that point he didn’t have enough experience to fight with more than just instincts. Actually since St. Louis, Percy has had to rely on his brain when confronting enemies, maybe that encounter influenced him to do that more. And with Ares, he finds that just his instincts doesn’t cut it. He forms a strategy vs Ares’ brute force. Percy even remembers Annabeth’s words from an earlier chapter: “Ares has strength. That’s all he has. Even strength has to bow to wisdom sometimes.” Like the old saying, the pen is mightier than the sword! Which is really ironic in this context lmao. Speaking of irony, it’s funny how Luke’s advice on how to sword fight helps Percy in his battle. The very man behind the robbery and evil plot being a reason Percy survives this quest lol. I know it’s addressed in hoo, but it’s strange how Ares is all brute force and no strategy, because the latter is such a huge part of war?? And it’s not like the ancient Greeks didn’t use strategy in their battles. But ig that’s what Athena is for 🤔

Other ways war and its effects is sprinkled in the chapter without an actual war in bullets bc I’m too tired to fully analyze these very sad things:

Percy mourning losing his mom (again)

Percy compartmentalizing his grief to focus on his mission

Despite winning his battle, Percy not feeling very victorious but instead feeling drained bc there’s no true winner for those in a war

Moving on to something a bit opposite, I can’t not talk about Annabeth giving Percy her camp necklace. Two people, potential enemies, reconciling as Annabeth says. The act is a physical symbol of Annabeth’s words from ch 16 (moreso than the oreos lol). She’s showing how she’s truly on Percy’s side, setting aside an ancient rivalry. In the face of war, Annabeth will fight with Percy and not against him. Kinda mirrors their moment in Blood of Olympus under the Parthenon doesn’t it? 🥹💖

Small things:

Can you believe a child taunted a literal god and the god fell for it

Like Ares could’ve been you’re beneath me and let him feel the wrath of Hades but instead he was like y’know what Ima fight this kid. he called me a coward.

Percy attributes his ability to observe things with his ADHD so ig that is a demigod trait. But he is extremely good at it.

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#i will finish this book before the 20th if its the last thing i do #percy jackson #ares #annabeth chase #luke castellan #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #the lightning thief #tlt analysis #pjo analysis #pjo meta #also thank you to all the nice comments on my posts! #i see them. i see you. you're very appreciated <3

[wellthebardsdead]

So I rewrote my swapped au series to fit with the arrival of kiriko and her parents, it’s still just as painful, and maybe y’all will like my semi canon demon daddy Sojiro more than my original Headcanon demon daddy Sojiro, I renamed it to Mononoke Au ~Bambi

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Hanzo: *barely 16yrs old, staring at his fathers grave, trying to keep a straight face while Genji cries softly beside him* …

Genji: i-I don’t understand a-Anija, he was okay a few days ago, he was healthy! Wh-why did he die so suddenly? W-was he sick and kept it from us?…

Hanzo: *gently hugs him* I don’t know Ototo… I don’t know…

Hanzos Uncle: Are you two still moping over that dead sod? Hurry up and get changed we got a meeting in an hour!

Hanzo: *tearfully places a flower on his fathers grave* yes uncle…

*Meanwhile beneath the castle*

Sojiro: *very much alive but very injured, laying on the cold damp floor of the dungeon, the smell of mold and rotting wood filling his bloodied nostrils doing nothing to distract from the pain of his broken legs* b-brother- please- please don’t hurt them- I’ll behave please- please

Sojiros Brother: *standing over him holding a bat, gently presses it into his neck lifting his chin to look up at him properly* Shhhhhhh, *smirks* Just keep behaving yourself and signing whatever we give you and I promise they’ll stay unharmed~ but you set one foot out of line and- *lifts the bat up suddenly bringing it down on Sojiros arm fracturing it*

Sojiro: *vision going white as his eyes roll back in agony, in too much pain to even scream* A-aghhhh-…

Sojiros brother: *pushes the bat into the damaged limb twisting it making his brother cry out and whimper* I’ll be doing that and much worse to them, starting with that brat, Genji. Got it?

Sojiro: *in a cold sweat from pure agony, sobbing quietly as he stares up at his brother in fear* g-got it…

Sojiros brother: good… *drops the bat narrowly missing his brothers mangled legs as he walks out closing the iron bars behind him*

Sojiro: *laying there sobbing quietly as he stares at the ceiling of his dark prison* Hanzo… Genji… please… stick together…

*A few years later*

Sojiros brother: *walking down into the dungeon holding a bowl of barely edible food, muttering to himself as he walks* stupid guards, I pay out the ass for them to keep an eye on a decrepit old man and they’re too afraid of him to go near him, pfft, what a joke… *walks over to the bars only to see darkness in the cell* oi. Soji. Food.

*silence*

Sojiros brother: oi! You deaf!? I said food!

*silence*

Sojiros brother: *growls and moves to throw the bowl to the ground* OI-

*Rustling fabric against wet stone and dirt*

???: o-o-onii-san… I-is th-that you?…

Sojiros brother: *pauses and smirks thinking his brothers mind is so far gone he’s reverted back to when they were kids* yeah, it’s me Ototo, comere, I got food for you.

???: food?… I-I’m so hungry… nobodies f-fed me in days…

Sojiros brother: *suddenly feeling dread building in his stomach, mistaking it for guilt…* I know, I’ll fire those guards… come here and let me look at you Ototo…

???: m-my legs don’t work… it hurts… I can’t… my body… it hurts…

Sojiros brother: *sighs and opens the cell door stepping inside and immediately freezing as the door slams shut behind him* wh-what?… *looks back at it confused and nearly jumps out of his skin feeling something touch his shoe*

???: big brother…

Sojiros brother: *looks down to see a frail hand with short chewed down nails grabbing his foot, caked in dirt and blood* Sojiro?… *pulls out his phone and turns on the flashlight immediately dropping it upon seeing the sight before him* Wh-what are you?

???: OnniI̷͖̓̊ḯ̵̥̌i̵͖̓̋ǐ̸͇̹͠i̸͔̞̐̏-̷̠̺̆S̴̺̭͊ä̵̹̥́͆a̴̩͗͝a̷͓͊̇ǎ̸͕á̴̢a̸̢̒a̴̢̿̃a̷͚̍͌a̴͈̠̽̈n̵̨̜̓ *Slowly rises up off the ground and steps into the light revealing themselves as the palled corpse of Sojiro. Clothes filthy, eyes white, hair down to his ankles and beard unkempt as he reaches out with bony, broken thin arms* Y̶̜̒ō̷̙ů̸̙̼ ̷̡̕̕B̵̟̾̐e̷̩͝ẗ̵͓̇ŗ̴͂ȧ̶̹̿ȳ̸͚e̶̫̔͠ͅd̷̫̊ ̵͈̯̈́̓M̶̝͐̀e̴̺͐̍.̴̛̺̠͑

Sojiros brother: *drops the food and staggers back in shock falling out of the now open cell door only to look back and see. Nothing, no body, no corpse, nothing…* I… *stands up shakily, cautiously looking around as he does so* s-Sojiro?… o-oi, y-you alive?… th-this isn’t funny you fucking asshole! I-ill kill you-I mean it! *looks down at his phone, still illuminating the centre of the seemingly empty cell, starts to nervously shuffle back in to get it* d-don’t try anything funny- I-I already got your brain dead son to kill his brother! I-ill kill him too if you think about trying any- *freezes in place feeling his soul turn to ice as a hot breath sends chills down his spine* … *looks back slowly to see a pair of red eyes staring back at him, red tattooed skin, and large, sharp tusks with a pair of horns to match* n-no-

*Agonised Screaming*

Sojiro: …*standing in the middle of his cell, covered in blood, all four of his hands holding a part of his brother* … *sighs* that feels better…

#mononoke au #overwatch #overwatch shitposts #hanzo shimada #genji shimada #Sojiro shimada #oni!sojiro #tw:body horror #tw: abuse

[annlillyjose]

dairy whiskey – update 05 – i finished the book!

[image description: on a background of large, green leaves, a white serif font reads “dairy whiskey – update 05” / end id]

feels so weird to say this, but this is the last update for dairy whiskey – the litfic novel for messed up people (aka me and my pals)

the stats, the facts:

i finished writing this book on 28/06/2023 around 4:00 am

the first draft rests at 76,684 words

this book has ten chapters and ten vignettes

i am deeply sorry to dinah for all the pain i’ve caused her

i miss this book so much already that i cannot sit a minute without thinking about it

i am officially a wreck. a proud one regardless.

i also have a few goodies for y’all!

the dairy whiskey playlist

redeemed by ransom – the dairy whiskey chapbook

unsplash collection

if you think i’m obsessed with my book, yes, i am. i very much am i most likely will be for a long time (if not the rest of my life).

fun fact: i finished writing it a day before my twentieth birthday, so it’s officially the book i wrote through my late teens. gonna be super emo and say, “i grew up with this book!”

so, again, welcome to the final update for dairy whiskey, covering the last three chapters and vignettes.

excerpts and taglist under the cut.

disclaimer: this is an original work of fiction. plagiarism of any kind will not be tolerated.

TWs:

chapter eight – mahalath leannoth

i’ve got two excerpts to share from this chapter. they’re super no-context, you know the drill.

The door to the room had been open, so I stumbled in, rosary in hand. Safety pins were scattered on the bed, some of them bent from pressure. The windowpane and the tiles next to it were covered in talcum powder. On the dressing table were two glasses of black coffee, its dry stain in rings on the bottom of it. It smelled of sweat and American body mist. One of the two pillow covers had been burned with an iron box, leaving an eye-shaped hole in the middle. Curly hair patterned the floor. Among those, like the promised silver lining in a dark cloud, I found it – a white strand of hair, thin, wavy, and membraned in cobwebs.

welcome back, grandma. bye again.

the next excerpt is another one of the thousand melodramatic emotional experiences that dinah goes through.

Nothing made noise. Every lone thing that had been alive and blooming in the village had died. Every land was barren, every river was flooding, every beautiful thing had turned to dust. Every face only a blur and every sound, a cry for help. Everything bleak and bleached, everything lost. Everything was gone and yet, the lives of everyone else remained the same; remained unchanged. Every family untouched but mine. All of them fortunate but mine. Everybody in their nests but me, a raven, flying about the village with a song in its head. It had come from nowhere, cutting through my silence, and it would stay forever as a muffled hum. A somber cry.

it actually runs a bit longer but yeah. that will be it for now.

vignette eight – lover’s vengeance

no excerpts from this chapter. enjoy the silence.

chapter nine – womb stain

teeny tiny excerpt from this one because i can never really shut up.

Mist covered the plantation and the road to the house. It rested in like a chiffon skirt.

vignette nine – vortex of wrath

we’re back with austin vignettes and pretty pretty prose for this pretty pretty boy.

Austin has been both abyss and mirrorball, but today, he is reborn in dirt. He is human more than he is boy. More than an accumulation of lessons and silences forced into place. Today, he is free, his wings unclipped, his fire unleashed. Today, he is lover. His ribs are knives sharpened against the metallic ring of revenge. His hands, mapped with fury, make love with sin. Today, he is man more than he is son. He is tide. He beats against the shore. Today, he takes in a sweep.

this goes on for another half an hour (more or less) because austin is everybody’s favourite and he deserves the world.

chapter ten – wine hearts

only one excerpt from this chapter too.

I woke up in the afternoon with pain piercing through my head. I sat up in bed, clutching chunks of hair in my fists. I buried my head in the pillow and groaned, but the pain remained. I got up and went to the bathroom. I turned the shower on and stood under it, the water, cold despite the sun, falling on my skin. My skin melted under it like a glacier, heat escaping every pore that had trapped it in. I lathered shampoo into my hair and soap onto my skin. I washed myself clean, brushed my teeth, and dried my hair with a towel. I wiped my body with another and changed into a fresh pair of clothes – an olive-green T-shirt and a creme long skirt.

also runs longer and talks about more things dinah does that are… ahem… unfortunately relevant to the (no) plot.

vignette ten – the beginning and the end

so, this is a vignette i might actually take out. i like how the story ends without it and kinda feel like this doesn’t fit that well, but we’ll see about that next month when i sit down for edits.

until then, that’s it! that’s my book! big thanks to everyone who supported me throughout the process of writing it. hope y’all get to hold this in your hand real soon!

– ann.

general taglist (ask to be added or removed)

@shaonsim @heartfullkings @vnsmiles @dallonwrites @sienna-writes @violetpeso @flip-phones @rowansghost @ambidextrousarcher @zoe-louvre @writing-with-l @magic-is-something-we-create @femmeniism @frozenstillicide @wizardfromthesea @rose-bookblood @coffeeandcalligraphy @rodentwrites @saltwaterbells @snehithiye @at-thezenith

#dairy whiskey #dairy whiskey update #aljwrites #writeblr #writeblr update #writing update #novel update #wip update #literary fiction #wip tag #my novel #writers on tumblr

[introducingmiggymackerel]

Episode 3 thoughts dump before I go hang out with my feelings for a while (I’m good that was just A Lot)

(Preface to this post: I trust y’all to know when I’m talking about irl!Ranboo and gl!Ranboo. Also all of my questions are theoretical - you don’t need to answer them lol)

That was damn scary dude

I knew pretty quickly that it was still the show. Everything seemed to convenient and linear. It was too easy was it that he just happened to stumble upon a shop full of weapons and gear when he and Charlie were looking for a place to hide.

We all were sus of Hetch but I didn’t clock that he was in control necessarily, I theorized that maybe he was an ex-employee out for revenge, but not once did I think he was still working for Showfall

I didn’t participate in any (either?) of the votes in this ep bc it like. Didn’t feel right. Bc at this point voting only showed Showfall that making Ranboo suffer was entertaining, so they’d do it as long as we watched. I honestly didn’t think they’d go with the vote no matter if we picked live or die anyway. It seemed like he was too useful to them for them to just let him go like that. But also if they have the means to keep people like Charlie alive, do we know if Ranboo is truly dead?

Ohhhh but then do we know if they would have killed him either way?

(Tbh I would have loved to see Ranboo scream at us for choosing “live”. Why would we do that to him? Do we like watching him suffer? You’re all freaks! This is real!)

That’s a fuck ton of people in those credits huh!!!!!

Ranboo must sure be proud of himself (in the ironic way and in the genuine way)

That was fantastic. Unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Mans is 19 years old and said I’m gonna do the most ambitious and compelling shit anyone has ever done with live entertainment and then he DID

Charlie is absolutely still alive

Hetch didn’t say a single true thing up until those last few minutes. He just said whatever he thought would make Ranboo want to keep going

Fascinated that instead of blaming Showfall for everyone’s deaths, Ranboo blamed himself for not doing more. From a writing perspective, it could have been so easy for “real” Ranboo to be flat and generic if he has no memories of his past and therefore no experiences to draw from, but he absolutely had a fully fleshed-out personality

Ranboo “breaking out” of the control very briefly during the other eps was all part of the plan. Holy shit

How much did Sneeg know? Was that scripted?

I know the character is (maybe?) dead but we can’t rely on the lights on the mask anymore. That whole sequence where he stabbed the drone and then took the bow? He was under control from the moment Hetch gave him that map

“Your world” send tweet

Bucket of red slime.

Was Ranboo putting in the wrong code scripted? Would any of them have been correct? And was Hetch’s anger at Ranboo not following the audience choice genuine?

Tl;dr Squiggles my abhorred

#sara says words #genloss #generation loss #ranboo

[marvel-fanfic-writer-8675]

Can I ask for a Loki x stark reader? She’s adopted by Tony as a child when he discovered her living in a cage with a traveling freak show. Turned out she’s a light elf that was kidnapped and abandoned on earth. But now she’s a young adult. Loki joins the team after asgard was destroyed. When he shows up there’s a strong pull between the two of them and they realize it’s their souls calling out for each other. Realizing they’re soulmates, they don’t let anyone get in the way of starting a relationship

Note: Reader powers: form light balls, mild healing but nothing too big, teleport, telepathic like Loki’s but yellow

Hope y’all enjoy! I’ll hopefully be posting a Steve fic later today for his birthday!

Calling Out To You

Pairing/Summary: read the request

Warnings: fluff, slight angst for reader’s background

Tony was your dad. You guys looked nothing alike, but he had saved you as a child and watched you grow up, even adopted you when you were 15. That was all before Iron Man or the Avengers even became a thing.

Tony had found you when he was still in the height of his playboy phase. He was at a carnival, and had found some pretty blonde that he wanted to do the deed with. He took her to what looked like a secluded area of the tent. When they got through, he saw a sight that broke his soul. You, a little girl, we’re trapped in a cage. The woman he was with took off, but Tony stayed there for a second. He looked around and went up to you, “hey, I’m not gonna hurt you, I’m Tony, what’s your name?” “I, I’m Y/N, please, help me.” The look of absolute worry and fear on your face really made the billionaire angry and sad. Tony immediately helped you out of the cage and took you to his house. Tony was in no way shape or form father material, but he did his best. He wasn’t freaked out by your powers, and actually helped you learn to control them, but also hide them from people you didn’t trust, to make sure someone else didn’t kidnap you again and use your powers for their gain.

Tony wasn’t the best father, but he did change to be a better one, but he was trying, and you loved him and he loved you. You guys easily bonded over your shared love of everything mechanics. You quickly learned from Tony, and became his partner in the lab. When you were younger it was just handing him the right screwdriver but as you got older it became bigger stuff like building entire designs and helping him test products. That’s why it struck you so hard when he was kidnapped by the Ten Rings on your 20th birthday. You worked endlessly with the police and anyone who could possibly help.

Those 3 months were the worst. It felt worse than growing up stuck in the cage at the freak show. You threw yourself into work, trying to design something that could help you find your dad. After many sleepless nights, he burst through into the house in the iron man armor and you broke down crying. You ran and hugged him, being overjoyed that he was alive. You helped him figure out the results, such as getting rid of the weapons stark industries used to make. You had always hated that, but Tony always changed the subject when you brought it up.

*time skip to 2012*

During the events of the attack on New York, you had been out in third world countries helping with the damages previously done by Stark weapons. You had wanted to be home to help with the attack but you didn’t think you could teleport that far without being seriously drained. You hadn’t used them in a very long time. You had resorted to watching it online via your laptop. When you saw your dad lying in his suit, you thought he had died. You summoned all your power and tried to teleport there. You ended up making it, but somehow landed in your bedroom.

Steve and Nat had brought Tony up to the tower for him to rest. They had a fun time meeting you and seeing just how snarky and alike you were to the other stark. After some corralling, you were able to get Tony to rest. After that, Tony’s panic attacks and paranoia skyrocketed again. You and Pepper were able to help him after the kidnapping, and it was time for you to do it again. You moved back into the tower against Tony telling you it was unnecessary. Once again you helped Tony out in the lab, and it was super fun.

*another time skip to when Asgard was destroyed*

Asgard had been by some fire monster thing, and so Thor was permanently moving into the tower. Everyone was excited for the move in day for Thor, Bruce had been back for a week but Thor had finally finished getting the citizens all settled.

Everyone was standing outside waiting for Thor to arrive. Suddenly some green missy appeared and everyone went into protective mode. The Avengers knew you but they didn’t know about your powers, only Tony and Pepper did. “Kid that’s not you is it?” Tony asks, the team looked slightly confused, “nope, mines yellow, never been green, but you know who’s is…” “what would Loki be doing here!?” Steve still was focusing on the comment about your powers. “Wait, you have powers?” You nodded, and explained quickly, no one turning away from the midst. The team all accepted your powers, and you felt a weight lifted off your shoulders.

That’s when Thor appeared alongside his brother. “Friends!!” Thor boomed, Loki just looked annoyed. “Hey Thor! Nice to see ya again!” You ran up and gave Thor a hug which he happily returned. “You are a light elf,” Loki said half questioning, half stating. “I’m a what now?” “Yes,” Thor confirmed, “you did not know?” you shook your head, “ummm, no I didn’t!” You turned to your father, “don’t look at me, I just found you in a cage and took you in.” “Well, I guess it explains the powers and such,” you had adapted to roll with the punches of the ever changing world so you weren’t too fazed by this news.

“Right, back to the elephant in the room, what is reindeer games doing here.” Loki rolled his eyes at the nickname, you could tell he didn’t like it. “Dad,” you scolded slightly. “My brother is here to join us!” Thor announced. “Surprise,” Loki sarcastically added. Your dad looked angry. “What? No, no way.” “Look, it’s either he joins the team or Fury locks him away,” Thor explained the situation. “Well then, we have our answer, where’s Fury so we can turn him over?” You felt some protective urge come over you at your father’s words, wanting to protect Loki for some reason. “We are not sending him to live his life stuck in a cage dad! I know what that life is like, and I’m not letting you or anyone on this team subject Loki to that.” You were sticking your foot down. Tony and the rest of the team looked slightly taken back at your confidence and choice.

“Kid, you do remember what he did right? He threw me out a window for god’s sake!” You stayed firm, “one, Thor told us he was brainwashed, two, we’ve all wanted to throw you out a window at some point.” The team laughed at your second comment and agreed. “Still, we can’t trust him!” Some of the team murmured their agreement. “Alright, you want to do this, fine, we can play this way. Loki was brainwashed, and he deserves a second chance like everyone does. Steve, we gave Bucky a second chance after he was brainwashed, why shouldn’t we extend the same to Loki, Nat, you got a second chance after the red room, Clint you and I did after the circus. And dad, you got a second chance after the weapons that stark industries used to sell. We all deserve a second chance, we’re a group of people on their second, even third chances, a group of misfits, I think we can find room for one more.”

The team was stunned, but after listening to your words they understood your point, and most of the team wanted Loki on the team, all but Tony of course. He was outvoted and Steve welcomed him to the team with a handshake. Everyone went inside, you lagging behind with Loki. “Thank you…” “Y/N,” you supplied. “It is very nice to meet you lady Y/N.” He leaned down and kissed your hand, a strange feeling filling both of you. A strange glow started on both of your chests where your hearts were. The team all turned around and saw this. Only the two gods knew what it was, the rest of you were kinda freaking out. You were stunned to shock, Tony was scared Loki did something, the rest of the team were also worried something was wrong. Thor quickly assured them it was the opposite and held them back.

“Oh, my,” Loki stated in shock. “What, what is happening?” You found your voice. “Come darling, I will explain, you might need to sit down, I assure you it it nothing deadly. You allowed him to lead you to the living room, the rest of the team coming with you. You all sat down, Loki and your chests still glowing. “Look dad, I’m like you,” you joked. Tony was not in the mood for jokes though, he was worried about his little baby girl. “Explain. Now.” Tony demanded of Loki and Thor. “What did you do to my little girl.” He accused Loki. “Dad, I’m 25,” you reminded him, “but I am curious, what is with this?”

“Well, it’s still rare on Asgard, but it does happen, it’s called soulmates.” The team was in even more shock, including you. “Soulmates?!?” You asked, making sure you heard right. “Yes, it is said that love is put into each being, and two connect together, when they meet the love in their hearts glow from becoming whole again,” Thor supplied. Loki was watching you for your reaction, scared you wouldn’t want him as a soulmate. “So what does this mean, is Y/N like a princess now or something?” Steve asked. “That’s up to her and Loki,” Thor answered, “some soulmates reject each other and they move on with their lives, but usually, they begin a courtship just to learn more about each other and see if they work as a pair.” Tony was slightly furious, “she is NOT dating that, that villain, I refuse to allow it!” “That is for them to decide Tony, they are grown adults,” Nat tried to calm him.

“I guess we should chat, huh?” You asked your soulmate. “I suppose we should my lady,” you led him to your room to talk. “So, soulmates huh? Pretty cool right?” You started, it was pretty awkward. “Yes, I suppose it is. Look, I understand if you do not want me as a soulmate, I’m a monster.” You cut him off, cupping your hand on his cheek, “Loki, I’m honored to have you as my soulmate, you are not a monster in any way, and if you’d like it, I’d love to start a courtship with you.” Loki brought you in for a hug, something he’d rarely ever done. “I’d really like that, and I won’t let anyone get in the way.” He was obviously referencing both your fathers. “Neither will I, especially not my father, don’t worry about him.”

You both sat in the hug for a little, before you spoke up again, “is this why when you got here I felt a strong pull to you and a need to protect you?” Loki nodded, “most likely my dear, I also felt the pull but brushed it off as being from the magical similarities.” You nodded, “this is much better.”

After walking back out to the living room, you saw the team waiting anxiously, “well…” Nat asked suggestively. “We’ve decided to try a courtship, and see where it goes, and we will not be letting anyone get in the way,” you directed the last part towards your dad. Tony then walked towards you both, you were scared of what he was going to do. “You may be a god, but you hurt her, in any way, I’ll kill you with no regrets. She’s already been hurt enough.” You sighed in relief, it was a normal dad threat. “I promise on my life, I’d never hurt her.” A slight blush rose to your cheeks as Thor came over. He gave you both a tight hug, one which Loki was not too pleased to receive.

After that day you and Loki were inseparable. You were always learning more and more about each other. The first date you went on was to a fancy restaurant Loki had picked out. When the press caught you guys and tried to make it a big deal, you stopped them, you weren’t about to let the press or anyone else stop your relationship. You were soulmates, and you’d always be there for each other.

Taglist: @peaches1958 , @glxwingrxse

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[dulcewrites]

You know what would be the biggest karma on Aemond's face, receiving his father's fate: how? The reader dies so Aemond can't get it wet anymore because he has two full children to take care and not because he..cares for them but to carry on the Targaryen's line.

He's harsh with Daella because she reminds him of his failure, of his wounded pride(Aemond couldn't save the reader and people call him cursed and unlovable for that) and what does that sweet angel become: Aemond 2.0—she respects him as a warrior but hates him as a father and a man because HE had made his mother miserable and let her die(children aren't stupid and catch on things oretty quickly)

Daella is cold, never calls him father but your highness and never once smiles at him only around her grandmother, uncle Aegon and aunt Helaena and her cousins, especially toward her little brother Alaric,she's still the little girl Daella Aemond once knew.

Aemond tries desperately to connect with her but no avail—sweetest karma is when Daella confronts him about Alys when he wants to married her daughter off—Daella rathers die alone instead to be a bird in a cage, waiting for a husband that would never respect her.

Just imagine the phobia of Daella toward marriage,the burning hate she feels for Aemond and finally she blows up at him cursing his existence, calling him his mother's killer..

And Aemond finally feels regret and despair.

BONUS if Alaric feels the same but has the decency to be polite and calls him "Father" but with zero hint of warmth, just indifference.

DOUBLE BONUS if Ser Quinton is still alive and vows to be around the reader's children and take the role as their father.

You reap what you sow they said.

And I can't wait for Alys and Aemond receiving the sweet karma in the final part.

Sorry!! Just I want this scene to get it out of my head, just want to share it with you😊

I plan on ending it right when dance starts so after what happens to Lucerys. But I do think it would be interesting to maybe do like fire and blood style wrap. Kind of describing what happens during dance to reader and the kids. Maybe let y’all guess which story actually happened.

Reader dying, especially if it was to protect her children, would be so sad :(. And truly ironic if somehow Aemond survives and she doesn’t. They would truly hate him sksmdkwndj. Oh and imagine if the other side of the kids family isn’t around either. She’d be forced to cling to the Targaryens.

Aemond and daella having a condescending “you look so much like your mother is certain lights” moment like otto and Alicent bc he’s sick in the head :/

Her aversion to marriage would also extend to just not liking her family. She’d blame her father for her mother’s pain but also blame for for the war even happening. She’d feel pretty severed from both team black and green bc she is her mother’s daughter. Despite the signifiers, she feels like an outsider. It would be awful if in the end she would be expected to marry someone. Let’s say instead of Jaehaera marrying egg iii, it had to be daella. It would just be another cycle of trauma repeating itself

And interesting way to take the story… I appreciate the theory!!

#Daella’s moniker being the realm’s misandrist.. and we love her for it 🫡🫡 #fool me once asks #I do think we would need a major character death bc you know war and shit… I wonder who

[hoesamo]

Altar of the Cult [Part 3]

Gordon tells Yuji that if he can’t take on the enemy directly, then to take Fafnir and make a run for it. However, because of his bad legs, he can’t make a break for it with him. Yuji questions if it’s even possible for Gordon to make a sudden opening, but he says not a single day has passed by where he thinks about what he could have done differently back then. He’s ready, and he’s gonna use an explosive he brought with him 🧨 .

We cut to Fafnir, who is still suffering from the torture quite a bit. When the explosive goes off, Yuji charges in, catching Fafnir by surprise to see him. Gordon warns Yuji that he seems to have missed a few enemies, so it’s especially important to kill the enemies quickly before reinforcements can be called and prevent their escape. Gordon also readies his whip for action, and the player is notified that his whip is good as a standard attack that can reach all enemies at once.

-BATTLE START!-

(Ironically, Fafnir is the one who can’t fight right now. Wanted to show y’all how the Battle Screen looks!)

OKAY THANKFULLY THAT FIGHT WAS QUICK. After the fight, Yuuji’s ring of life was able to heal him. He says he wants to use it after fights, though he may not be able to in cases of consecutive battles. Now the player is notified that the ring’s power can be activated automatically after battles (with certain exceptions).

Gordon congratulates Yuji for his good work, and is finally able to free Fafnir from his shackles. Fafnir’s breathing heavily, but he’s alive. Overcome with emotion, Yuji tearfully states that he’s glad, and apologizes for taking so long. Fafnir doesn’t understand what he’s talking about, nor why Yuji is concerned for him. He’s able to heal himself, after all. Pissed off, Gordon smacks Fafnir.

(In my honest opinion, he’s not that threatening when he makes such a cute expression)

Gordon scolds him for putting his friends in danger, and tells him to reflect on that. It was Yuji, fool that he is, who still saved him.

Fafnir’s still kinda stuck on the “friend” thing. It’s like he’s still trying to process what Gordon said. Before Gordon can delve deeper into his scolding, a hoard of buff mummies arrive. Yuji’s shocked to see the group surrounded, not sure when this ambush even started. Then, their (presumably) leader reveals himself, and Yuji instantly recognizes the individual.

{The enemy’s response/DeepL translation: What a way to get into the fire, eh? Three very nice sacrifices....}

The leader notices Fafnir’s presence. I can’t tell if he’s wishing Fafnir well (sarcastically), if the fella is say he himself is in a good mood. For Fafnir, it seems that he finally remembers something (as he had mild amnesia when Yuji initially recruited him in his weakened state). He says he’s the guy who claimed to be a priest (named Tlatoani, I believe?). He had been summoned here by him to be offered treasure, but was tricked instead.

According to the ‘priest’, he never tricked him. In fact, he already gifted him the treasure. Plenty of cursed treasure from the Immortal Emperor that can curse even the gods.

Fafnir demands his (draconic) body back, to which he refuses. After all, the inexhaustible magic power generated from that form is absolutely necessary for their resurrection ceremony. Besides, the Immortal Emperor is furious that Fafnir helped in the murder of The Demon King (DeepL says he’s the young son of the Emperor). Even though treasure was initially given to him to prevent him from touching the Ancestor.

Fafnir tells him to shut up, as all the treasures in the world are his to begin with. Disappointed by his response, the enemy warns Fafnir that he is truly in trouble (or that he is a troubled man), but he’ll continue this conversation for a later time. Gordon shouts for them to run, and explosions follow. He says that he’s gonna blow this place up, so leave him behind and get the hell out of here. Using his whip, he ignites the explosives (I think from a distance?). With that, their enemies’ path is blocked and can’t chase them now.

Gordon asks the priest if he remembers his face. He does remember those cursed legs. It was only a short while ago, in fact. Gordon says it was a decade ago, and the other says he remembers the foolish adventurer who came here after hearing rumors of treasure.

(☹️I’m sad that he speaks of himself in such a way. LOVE the angst tho)

#fkare #well shit dude Gordon doesn’t mess around #for the life of me I cannot remember what to call this enemy so I keep calling him ‘priest’ OTL

[spellbook-gayboy]

Cape-Watch Monthly Bulletin- August 2022

Hey, y’all! I’m your host, Christina Cabello, rounding out the month with another Cape-Watch Monthly Bulletin! This month has been just as eventful as any other for our favourite crimefighters, and all of the biggest events have been listed below for your viewing pleasure. Enjoy!:

Hot Stuff Blazes Their Way Up The Charts

Starting off our list comes an exciting development from the music industry. The Twitter account for the superpowered K-Pop boyband known as Hot Stuff recently announced that their third studio album, Volcano In My Heart, surpassed two million copies sold in the United States, making them eligible for the ‘Multi-Platinum’ music certification awarded by the RIAA (Recording Industry Association of America). The band’s agent, Bok Myung-Hee, added in a follow-up tweet that the group’s first album, Eruption Celebration, had sold over nine million copies worldwide, making it one of the fastest-selling music albums of the past twenty years.

Hot Stuff was formed in Seoul, South Korea on May 14th 2014, when a group of teen superheroes decided to swap a life of crimefighting for a career as professional singers. The members include the former heroes Trailblazer, Burning Bull, twins Sunrise and Sunset, and Bonfire. Cape-Watch reached out for further comment from Trailblazer, and received this from the flame-powered speedster:

‘I gotta say, when we first started making songs as a group, I never thought we’d get this famous. We were surprised enough when we sold nationally, but double-platinum? Well, in any case, I hope whatever happens to the group going forward is just as good as today’s news was!’

My congrats to the team!

Capes Inc. Celebrate Return Of Old Member

Next up is yet another resurrection story. Last week, the official Twitter account for Capes Incorporated USA announced that long-time member Captain Cosmic had suddenly and inexplicably reappeared at the team’s HQ, an event made more confusing by the fact that the superhero had been presumed dead for the past eleven years after a battle with the time-manipulating supervillain Chronodile. Alongside the announcement was a statement put out by Commander Capitalism, the leader and supervisor for the team:

‘To say Captain Cosmic’s return comes as a surprise is most certainly an understatement. While on the one hand, we are all overjoyed to learn that he is alive and well and back with us, his return does raise some concerns that we will need to address at a later time. For now, though, we gladly welcome him back, and wish him a comfortable adaptation to the current world!’

The timing of this news seems particularly ironic, as it was only a little under two months ago that the popular government super Frontline was discovered to be alive, and now it seems it is the corporate equivalents’ turn to get one of their own back. Whatever the circumstances may be, in a world post Omni-Man, more superheroes around can only be a good thing. 

New Alien Hero Sparks Concerns

While on the topic of Omni-Man, Invincible sparked concerns this month when he was sighted with a young, presumably alien hero sporting the ‘O’ logo design synonymous with the hero-turned-mass murderer. According to the hero himself, this young person also chose the moniker of ‘Young Omni-Man’, and he also confirmed that they are indeed his half-brother. As can be expected from news like this, there have many sources voicing their concerns around the matter. 

Invincible tweeted a statement in response, stating:

‘I understand your concerns, and they are valid. I had tried to warn my brother of the negative associations that the name carried, but he insisted on it anyway. He said that maybe he can make the symbol something to look up to again, as impossible as that sounds. For his sake, I hope he’s right, and in the meantime, I’ll be there to make sure he keeps on the straight and narrow!’

Let’s hope he is right, Invincible.

New Costumes All Around!

To finish off this month’s bulletin, I’d like to take some time to address the recent spate of makeovers across a few heroes. The first example of this comes from everyone’s favourite Martian hero Shapesmith, who swapped out his original black and white attire for a vibrant orange and blue super suit. The design was inspired by a lot of Silver Age heroes from the 50s and 60s, and features an easily recognisable yet fairly simple ‘S’ logo, finally giving the hero something to be recognised by in public. According to Shapesmith, they commissioned the design because they ‘wanted to show everyone that they weren’t just an alien vigilante anymore, and had grown into their membership in the Guardians Of The Globe’. Apparently, it also represented a new chapter of their life, free from the self-doubts and regrets that had plagued them before. 

Another hero debuting a new design was the West Coast Warlock himself, Magic Man, who took to Twitter to show off a new, more occult-based look that consisted of a smooth black suit and ankle-length red cape complete with a Dracula-esque flared collar. The new costume was accompanied by the surprising news that he was of demonic origin, something he seemed strangely comfortable with sharing despite how concerning that may seem to the more religious among our readership. He clarified this in a comment emailed directly to our office in Seattle, in which he stated ‘changing my design was less about giving certain groups something to ogle over or grimace at, and more about reflecting my two different backgrounds: the son of a old and powerful demon from a deep pit of The Nine Circles, and the hero that all of you know and love. I can promise you I won’t suddenly turn evil, or tempt anyone into committing heinous acts, but don’t get surprised if things get a little... weirder from now on’. 

One final redesign to mention comes from none other than America’s Grandpa himself, Frontline. The Golden Age hero recently showed up in a uniform that seemed more like an amalgamation than a new look: it carried the more bright and garish colour scheme of his Silver Age costume used from the late 40s through the early 80s, mixed with the armoured, tactical design from his time leading both Breakthrough and the first incarnation of the Teen Team. In an interview with our field reporter, Noah Pinker, he clarified the reasons behind his new costume:

‘I suppose that, at the core of it, I wanted to wear something that everyone could recognise: some of my older fans might see how bright it is and remember watching me on the TV back in the 60s and 70s, those who are a little younger would remember the design, and everyone else would remember 8th grade History class! I gotta say, it feels good to be wearing these colours again. I feel almost... jovial, if that makes sense.’

And that’s all, y’all! We’d like to thank all of our viewers who continue to support Cape-Watch with their donations, and we’ll be seeing next month for our September edition! And as always: stay safe, stay hydrated, and tune in next month for more of the biggest superheroes stories around!

#invincible #invincible show #invincible amazon #christina cabello #cape-watch

[dxsturbia]

I’m not asking them to big as Taylor

But if you can accept Robert as Iron Man

You make it so easy for men to do damage control

I was just asking for her to get her due praise

And start coming up on some of those achievements while she is still alive to see it

She got the nomination yes it was a nomination she would never win



They didn’t even bother to stop it at the awards she deserved y’all gotta start learning what word hyperbole is

Give her all the award doesn’t actually mean give her all the awards



That was a we see you

That was the second time the second time the reason Adele went up there and said hell no was because that was the second time Beyoncé absolutely changed everything

Every album that came out afterwards was an answer to lemonade whether it was obvious or not she is influencing the next two years of radio and Adele a girl who no one has seen since the last album

Who made a carbon copy of the last album

#love notes to imaginary friends #demi lovato #Beyoncé #adele #Spotify

[muggycuphead]

weird flex but ok i guess pt.16

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War… Hold up, do we really need a warning for this one? Dunno, but however, watch out for slightly disturbing and kinda…disgusting imagery, trypophobic patterns, as well as ‘necrotic’ designs I made while having funky fever bc o h m y g o d do I get a little crazier every new quarantine day (and at this point it’s coming to be an usual thing for me, big sad). However, most are made no other than for the sole sake of satire, so y’know, no need to get your underwear in a twist

Friday Night Funkin’ BoyFriend’s Hood – AU fanconcept sketches [XV]

EDIT 26/10/2023: Updated the drawing with a rescanned, more clean version

1.-Alive Harriot

Remember Rachel? Yeah this is her brother, also a gangster

Asymmetric tooth’s out to make their debut here, y’all

Here’s not much to say about him, but he ended up in the same predicament as Troy

But thing is, he didn’t run with the same ‘luck’ as him (ironic considering he’s a rabbit)

He ended up dying over a disagreement surrounding the low ethics of using the phantom bullets and all that jazz

Shaggy mod references where u at

2.-Dead Harriot

…Ouch

3.-Sphector

Badass ghost man yooo

Not gonna lie, I love how his design came out with all those cranky lines and stuff, really proud of it

A shame he’s a background character plot-wise, rip

4.-LooCrow

Another one of these cute abominations, wowza

This one’s kinda cute for me, maybe cuz it’s mostly birb-related, but I dunno

5.-Markie Johan

Don’t do drugs kids, they’re no good for your body

Again, like with Sphector’s case, I went full crazy on this dude’s appearance (floppy hands, slim body, funny looking face, all that) and I got quite a quite satisfying result design-wise

Also he’s against BF’s business because bikes bad because gasoline bad

I do agree a little with him on that, but vandalism isn’t the way, my man. Plus, he is basically a smoking sasquatch, so he doesn’t have that much room to talk about shit

6.-Nagaetha

Madame Momst’s fashionista friend…but she pissed bc blackout bad

She’s a chicken lady, hence why her name sounds like ‘nugget’

Her dress’s strips were hard to ubicate though, but I did my best to give in a good perspective of it

7.-Hareye

Spoopy bunny

He looks like he saw some shit though, but that must be just me

8.-Gross Beats Tape

A plot-wise important songs tape that’s under Markie Johan’s power

Gotta rap him off to get it back yo

9.-Brittany’s “special” necklace

Spectral collar, but in a different sense

You’ll see later, don’t worry

10.-Angsted BF icon

BF but Rachel did it, that daughter of heck did it

And he clearly ain’t cool with it

11.-Fainted BF

Spoilers go brrr wooo

…okay enough

Recall the last sketch, but now shit’s about to hit the fan…and the inner pain didn’t get any better

12.-Bloodstained Mic

Another sketch recall to the previous one, but now focusing on BF’s mic

13.-Markie Johan icon

Druggy sasquatch back at it again, y’all

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#fnfau #friday night funkin' #au #alt universe #alternate universe #alternative timeline #bfsh #at #big foot called lol

[kradeelav]

what i’ve been up to for the last year ...

hello dears, it’s been a while since I’ve talked here ~ :)

this year’s been a weird one for me, to be honest, and you could probably suss out a little of that between the erratic art posting and hinting in the tags.

to make a very long story short, about this time last year cataracts started developing that needed surgical intervention. twice, of course, because life is a jerk. :D while cataract removal is usually a mild one on the scheme of things, I have a frankenstein body (see: this zine) that loves to overcomplicate things, plus some brain junk™ from 10+ previous major surgeries that, if I’ll be blunt - really shouldn’t have walked away alive from.

said brain junk™ out of desperation got me to try therapy on the down low for the first time, very grudgingly, and I’m still kind of salty that IFS therapy was the silver bullet to ... that. i’m cringin’ a little bit even mentioning this (you know me and feelings), but i’d be remiss in saying, hey, there’s tools out there for this specific shit. some will work, some won’t, and it’s cool mentally poking the concrete before/after improvement with a stick and seeing that it Just Works. 

(there also was a very, very close shave with a third, bigger surgery back in early fall. it ultimately didn’t happen because frankenstein bod was quirky in a completely different way (thank god), but there was plenty of sleepless nights in the pre-op run-up.)

honestly tho, i’m just grateful to be alive.

FALKE is the last big project out of the year, and it hits me that if nothing changes, after it’s done I’ll have no big art or life obligations for the first time in a ... very, very long time. possibility forever. there was always school, hunting for a job, working on IRON CROWN, the covid clusterfuck, surgeries ... etc.  I’ve spent the last month basically just ... vibing. trying to be present with others, journaling, chipping away at my to-do list, dabbling briefly with baby’s first fanfic. not having Immediate Medical Dread on your shoulders is like microdosing on something very pleasant, man.

I’m ready to get FALKE out the door and in y’alls hands, but it’s also nice to think about what I’d like to do next year, and just continue to ... Vibe.

I want to finish setting up my PC emulating system so I can play SW:Starfighter again, (sidewinder joystick and all), my favorite childhood game of all time that I keep dreaming about... i want to draw that zihark doujin i keep threatening y’all (lovingly) with, maybe just go ham drawing him in suits because why not .. i want to finish Black Jack (the anime, yes I know the irony is amazing  given it’s an anime literally about surgeries lol. what if i told you there was a hot evil bishie in it.) (’oh that makes total sense krad’). part of me wants to finish WHAT GREATER SIN, that R18 hellsing doujin that got halfway finished and still holds up reasonably decent, since i have a printer that’ll do nsfw...

it’s nice to be alive to want things again.

#not art #dr kiriko is literally if you designed a bishie for krad's id lul #i haven't gone feral for a fictional dude like this since sephiroth. *sephiroth* #commenting on the important things krad ...

[nintendocrowbro]

WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT-

If Endgame’s set in 2023, ISN’T TONY STARK STILL ALIVE?

#GUYS PLEASE LISTEN #HE’S ALIVE #THE PROOF #or am I crazy and missed something- #uh #tell me #BUT STILL #THERE’S HOPE #IRON MAN’S ALIVE Y’ALL #tony stark #iron man #marvel #endgame #avengers endgame #bird talks #vines talks #cliff talks

[staticscreenwriting]

HOME // Bucky Barnes

Request: Could you do a Bucky Barnes imagine where he blips but the reader is pregnant so when he comes back he meets their daughter? If not that’s totally understandable and I hope you have an amazing day/night 💕

A/N: Look, I love writing angsty Bucky. But I also love writing happy Bucky. Hope y’all love reading this ♥  Likes, reblogs, comments are all much appreciated.

Join my taglist here! [additional note: I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please.]

Thanos being defeated was not the end of it all. It seemed like it. The grand heroic solution to all problems. The ultimate test before things got better. Before they got easier.

That was a lie.

Bucky looks across the vast area of the Stark’s estate as people, all dressed in black, mourn the loss of a dear friend, an idol, a husband, a father.

That word sends a wave of anxiety and fear through him. He knows he can’t run forever and really, he doesn’t want to. He just doesn’t know how to deal with — everything. How to be the man he needs to be. How to step up and not fuck this up.

Sometimes fear makes you do stupid things, really stupid things. Like avoiding the love of your life because you are too afraid of what she might think of you.

His eyes find (Y/N) as she leans against a tree, lips pulled into a sad smile as Sam rambles about one thing or another next to her. This isn’t right. Sam shouldn’t be the one cheering her up and trying to get her to smile. It should be him. If only he wasn’t such a coward.

People don’t talk about these things though. They only talk about those that had been gone now being back again. They talk about the joy of being reunited but not the fears, the sadness, the disappointment — and they sure as hell don’t talk about the guilt.

The guilt of coming back after 5 years to find out you missed so many important moments in the life of a child you never knew you had.

His eyes wander down towards the little girl holding on tightly to her mother’s hand. She has his eyes, his dark hair, his lips. She’s a spitting image of his younger sister. A Barnes through and trough.

Every time he looks at her his heart beats out of his chest in a way he’s never felt before. When they say that the love for your own child is an instant emotion, they are not wrong or exaggerating.

The moment he came back from oblivion and first laid eyes on her, it felt like his heart had known her all his life. He wanted to hold her and shelter her from all the bad things the world might throw her way. Wanted to kiss her little nose and read her stories and sing her silly little songs. He hated singing but for her, he wanted to do it. Just because that’s what dads do.

But fear is one hell of an emotion and above all, it’s terribly convincing.

He’d never had a particularly good example of a father. It was different times then. Different ways of raising your child. Fathers weren’t meant to show affection, they were meant to enforce rules and order. How could he ever be good at this? He doesn’t have a single clue how to do any of this.

And then there’s the fact that he’s left (Y/N) alone to deal with all of this. Every first has been forever taken from him. First breath, first cry, first word, first steps. Every little thing.

Would she resent him for it? For not being there when it mattered?

So he ran. He came back and he ran.

She doesn’t deserve this and neither does (Y/N). They deserve so much better.

“ It’s time Buck. “ Steve speaks up as he leans against the porch railing next to his oldest friend.

“ Are you still sure about this? “ Bucky asks, not taking his eyes off of his girls. His stomach feels like he’s swallowed a bag of bricks. Life was supposed to be easier after Thanos. This isn’t easy. This is just scary. And sad.

“ That, “ Steve says and nods his head towards (Y/N) and the girl “ that’s your second chance. I gotta take mine. “

Bucky turns to look at his friend trying to figure out what to say next but coming up empty. What do you say to that? Steve deserves to be happy. He deserves to be where his heart always has been. Does it mean Bucky thinks it’s the right choice? Not necessarily. But he understands. Had it been him and (Y/N) he would’ve crossed time and space to be with her.

Which is ironic to think because now all he does is avoid her. Because that’s the coward he is.

“ Alright let’s go. I’ll grab Bruce you do — whatever you gotta do. “

He dares to send one last look towards (Y/N) and this time she’s looking back with a soft eye and a timid little smile on her lips. None of which he is deserving of.

Steve let's go of Sam, parting with one last friendly slap on the back before turning towards Bucky.

Bucky's throat feels dry and rough and while his head is swirling with words he wants to say, none of them really make it past his lips. He's known about Steve's idea for a few days now, has had time to let it settle and come to terms with it. It still breaks his heart but sometimes that's what you do for the people you love. You support them on their path to happiness even if it hurts you in the process.

"I'll miss you," Bucky finally manages to say and he wraps his arm around his friend's shoulder. "You'll always be my brother."

"I know. I'll miss you too. But I know you're in good hands." Steve responds and lets his gaze wander towards the house, no doubt talking about (Y/N) and the kid.

"Promise me something, Buck." He says as he pulls away.

"Anything."

"Talk to (Y/N) and get to know your daughter. She's a Barnes through and through. And she loves you so much, they both do. Let them. Love 'em back."

"Kid doesn't even know me," Bucky murmurs, nervously glancing at the floor.

"What? You really think that? Buck, all we did for the last 5 years was try to keep your memory alive. For us but especially for her. We showed her pictures and videos and (Y/N) told her so many stories. She knows you and she loves you and for the first time in her life, she's living in a world where her dad is alive and present. Go, be with them. You guys need each other."

He's right. Of course, he's right. Steve has this fantastic ability to be right when it matters.

“And don’t do anything stupid until I get back!” Steve adds, making a small smile appear on Bucky’s face.

“How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you. “

They embrace each other one last time before Bucky whispers another “I’ll miss you” and Steve tells him that “It’ll be okay, Buck”.

And then everything happens so fast. One moment he’s living in a world where his best friend is by his side and a minute later all of that has forever changed.

Bucky wipes his eyes with the back of his hand one last time before looking at himself in the mirror. He knew this moment was coming, Steve told him. He had time to come to terms with it and yet it’s a completely different situation now that it’s done. Parting with the only family you’ve ever known breaks your heart in ways you’ve never known are possible.

As he steps out of the bathroom something solid crashes against him and as he looks down, a pair of identical blue eyes stare back at him. He’s not been this close to her since he found out about her, keeping her at a distance. To protect her.

His arm was made to kill how could it ever hold a child and keep it safe?

She stares at him for a moment before a small “Hi” falls from her lips. It’s shy and timid and adorable and all Bucky wants to do is cuddle her to his chest and never let her go.

He doesn’t get the chance though as another little girl rushes past them and calls out to his daughter to follow her which she does.

“Who is that?” Bucky hears Morgan question.

“That’s my daddy, but I don’t think he wants to see me. Mommy says he needs time but —“

He doesn’t hear the rest of her words as the girls round the corner and get swallowed by the sounds of the other guests still mulling around sharing stories about their fallen hero.

But it’s enough. He doesn’t need to hear more. Those words are enough to rip his heart out of his rib cage, crush it up into a million little pieces, and spread it in the winds, never to be able to be put together ever again.

“Hey have you seen — oh Bucky are you okay?”

He doesn’t deserve her tenderness, her kindness, and her care, and yet she still exudes the same love she’s always held for him. Love he was never deserving of from the beginning.

It doesn’t matter at that moment though, who deserves what and who doesn’t. He’s too caught up in the breaking of his own heart. So he falls into her arms as silent tears slowly but surely make their way down his cheeks.

“She thinks I don’t want to see her.”

“Who does?” (Y/N) says as she gently combs her fingers through his long hair.

“My own daughter. “

(Y/N) pulls away slightly, holding onto his shoulders and looking deep into his eyes.

“Are you ready to talk about this now? Ready to stop avoiding me ?”

Bucky only nods and lets her lead him outside past the guests and down to the lake where it’s quiet and serene and life seems to slow down a little. She keeps holding on to his hand, his vibranium one, as they settle on a bench facing each other.

“ I missed you, Bucky.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

He’s been told those words so many times and it’s still hard to believe in them. Even when he knows they’re true. There will always be a hint of doubt since him. Always.

“I don’t — I don’t want her to think I don’t love her. Or want to be with her. I do love her very much. More than I have ever loved another person, including you, and you are my everything. I’m just overwhelmed and — and scared.” He admits. It’s the first time he says those words to anyone but himself. It feels good. It feels right. But it doesn’t take the fear away or the guilt.

“James, she knows you love her. Not a day went by that I didn’t tell her how much her daddy loves her and wants to be with us. And it’s okay to be scared. I was scared and I only had to deal with a baby, not an opinionated 4-year-old. It’s okay to be scared but you can’t let the fear hold you back. You’re the bravest man I know. You laugh in the face of danger. What changed?”

“Stakes are higher this time. What’s losing my life compared to ruining my daughter’s?”

“You’re not gonna ruin anyone’s life, Buck.” (Y/N) exclaims and softly pets the side of his face. She’s always been so gentle with him. Such a contrast to the touches he was used to.

“I don’t know the first thing about being a dad. Mine wasn’t a very good example. I have been trained to kill, to cause pain. My arm is a weapon.”

“Your arm has shielded me from bullets and harm so many times. It’s held me close at night and wipes my tears when I was sad. Your arm is only a weapon if you use it like that. And all the other stuff, that’s not you anymore. You know this. “

He can see the treads now welling in her eyes too and it makes his heart twist and constrict in many painful ways.

“And I left you alone during all of it. Missed the last 4 years of her life and the entire pregnancy. How am I gonna make up for that, for leaving you alone?”

It feels like once he’s started talking he can’t stop. All his fears and worries flow from his lips like tidal waves in an ocean. Crashing against the shore of truth.

“You didn’t leave us Bucky. You were taken from us. We never blamed you for that. I know you wanted to be there. I never doubted that for a second. Look, I had 9 months to come to terms with my fears, you didn’t have any time to face them. I get why you are freaking out but uh — it’s time to step up. You know what makes a good dad? Being there when he can be. Showing he cares. Can you do that?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I think I can.” Bucky promises and smiles a smile of content. One of hope. His fears and his guilt aren’t gone. But maybe if she believes in him and Steve does, maybe he can be the man and the father he needs to be.

“Good. We really do love you, Buck.”

“As in present tense?”

“Of course. We never stopped. Now can I ask one more thing of you?”

“What’s that?” In the end, it wouldn’t really matter. Whatever she asks he’ll do it. For her, he’ll do anything.

“Can you kiss me? I’ve been waiting for 5 years to finally kiss you again. I can’t hold out much longer. “

He grants her not one kiss, not two. In fact, he loses count as they get lost in many many loving kisses. Maybe, Bucky thinks, soulmates really are a thing. Maybe there are people on this earth meant to find each other. Meant to go through hardships together and still find their way back to one another in the end.

Whatever one chooses to believe in. Bucky is certain she is his person in this life and the next and through whatever might come their way.

He’s sitting on the big red couch in (Y/N)’s apartment, nervously fumbling with the tassels on one of the throw pillows as his eyes wander around the room. There are so many pictures, hung on the walls and placed on side tables and shelves. His child’s entire life up to now, caught on film for him to relive if only in his mind.

There are pictures of him too. One of him and Steve in the 40s, laughing and leaning against each other in support. (Y/N) always said it was one of her favorites. “You’re so happy in it. That’s how happy I want you to be all the time.” She’s told him once.

Next to a picture of (Y/N) and their daughter is a picture of him. He’s sure it’s placed there deliberately. To remind everyone he is a part of this family, even when he wasn’t there.

He is here now though. The next picture put up will be one of all three of them.

The front door opens and a melody of voices echoes through the place. (Y/N)’s laughter and the sweet giggle of his little girl. It’s his favorite sound in the world, he decided then and there. Nothing will ever compare.

The girl rushes into the room then comes to an abrupt stop in front of him.

“Hi,” she says in the same small voice as she did at the Stark’s house. Only this time Bucky doesn’t just stand and stare at her, unable to move or speak.

This time he holds out his arms and speaks up.

“Hi, I — I'm sorry it has taken me so long. I don’t know what I was thinking. I love you, Darling. Can I hug you?”

She doesn’t say yes or no, doesn’t glance at his vibranium arm with hesitance of fear. She falls right into him, wrapping her little arms around his neck and cuddling into his chest. It feels like this is where she belongs, like this is where she was always meant to be. Like his arms were made to hold her and never let go. And maybe, Bucky thinks, maybe they were.

“I love you too, daddy.”

He liked being a sergeant. It’s a title that has always filled him with pride. It has nothing on the title of being a dad. That one means so much more. Fills him with a pride and love he’s never previously known.

For the next few moments, he gets lost in the feeling of holding his child. A perfect little girl who is part of him. The good. Only the good. It all comes together in her. No nightmares or guilt or fears. Only love. So much love. He holds her close to his heart, wishing he could’ve done this when she was just a baby. Feel her heart beat in rhythm with his. He places little kisses up and down her small face. On her chubby little cheeks and her cute bottom nose, making her scrunch it up and let out soft giggles.

It’s strange to be the man he is and act so gently with another human being. But it feels so right.

His eyes find (Y/N)’s across the room, filled with tears though this time they are happy ones. With an outreached hand he beckons her over and pulls her onto the couch and into the hug.

This is right. Nothing has ever felt this real. This happy. This perfect.

His girls cuddle into him with nothing but love filling their hearts. This is the life he wants, the one he has always wanted. The life he fought for. The life he will never stop fighting for.

Steve was wrong. They aren’t his second chance.

They’re his only chance.

His destiny.

His family.

His home.

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