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#THESE TWO STOLE THE TWO BRAINCELLS I HAD LEFT
vermeilies · 5 months ago
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⤏ genre; darkfic
⤏ pairing; dabi | reader-chan (ft. tomu-nii)
⤏ warnings; degradation, balls balls balls, rea-chan being desperate and dabi taking advantage of that
⤏ word count; 5.1k
⤏ authoress notes; (ღ˘⌣˘ღ) dabi canonically stinks, that is all. (also this is for the love of my life @libiraki​)
it was love at first sight.
wait.
correction—
it was obsession at first sight.
plain and simple.
in fact, you remember that fateful day like it was yesterday. (though it also doesn’t help that you replay it over and over and over and overoveroverover in your head.)
a stale afternoon spent lending an ear to tomura’s brooding (one of your sworn duties as his devoted other half), took a turn for the unexpected the moment when he stole your attention like a petty thief on the streets. but you weren’t complaining since there was only so many times you could hear the bitter note of midoriya before wanting to knock your head against the brick wall. even as the league’s resident wallflower, donning the role of your brother’s shadow through thick and thin, you weren’t especially privy to the inner workings of the organization; hence, your wide-eyed stare because you did not remember him being on the short-list of newly minted members. instincts had your gaze perpetually trained on tomura, but contrary to popular belief, old habits didn’t always die hard and you were living proof of that as your eyes zeroed in on your budding fixation all wrapped up in gnarled patches and an even more twisted gaze.
o-oh.
with tomura’s petulance reaching its absolute zenith (and lucky you for not being the target of it), he didn’t have a spare space in his brain to worry about you gawking over someone who wasn’t him, over a man no less. but it wasn’t like you could help it. . .! there was something about him that invited you in with a bewitching lilt and a crook of the finger. and while disaster (of cataclysmic proportions) oozed from every inch of him, cautioning you that he’s just the kind of bad news even you as a party to the league shouldn’t get involved with, that didn’t stop you from focusing on him with every fibre of your being. he was something forbidden, something you shouldn’t have wanted in the first place. . .yet you did. honest to god, you thought you were on track to complete ruin just from looking at him, but he reminded you that you could fall even further from grace when he casted those blizzard blues your way. of course you froze on the spot, sickly heart stuttering to a standstill.
he was going to kill you. in more ways than one.
as quickly as it started, he was already aiming that acrid sneer in the opposite direction like he was losing braincells from the sight of you. though it came just in time for the sudden jerk of your arm, because it was about that point where your brother’s patience had run its full course and what better solution than to drag you back to his room where you would inevitably suffer through another round of griping. (you loved him, you really did. flaws and all.) it felt like tomura was going to shatter bone in his four-fingered grip, but the pain wasn’t enough to distract you from a certain, a harrowing curl in the background before the door shut on itself.
dabi.
(you wondered—
what would his name taste like on your tongue?)
you learn early on that it’s soaked in velvet nicotine—just the right flavor to get you hooked on him. and because practice makes perfect, you endeavor to ingrain his name on your lips behind closed doors, capitalizing on those limited opportunities where tomura isn’t around to hover over you.
though it’s thanks to your beloved brother that you’re never able to put that practice into action; he’d sooner die a slow, painful death than to leave you in a room with dabi, and only dabi. worse still is that it’s only the tip of the iceberg with tomura because even with his staunch supervision it’s like dabi has the plague (or is the plague perhaps) from the way you’re relegated to your brother’s hip on the opposite end of the room. ugh, it would be just your luck that your first love would also conveniently be the thorn in your brother’s side, and from the looks of things—the constant exchange of daggered scowls, the arsenic-laced digs—neither of them is poised to wave the white flag for your sake. (besides tomura’s allergic to losing, anyways.)
and while your brother’s got you on a short leash, unbeknownst to him, it isn’t short enough because not even he can keep your eyes from wandering, especially when he’s too engrossed in planning out the league’s next course of action with you there for moral support. your skills hardly rise to the level of a true villain, one worthy of having a private suite in tartarus, but if there’s one thing that being the unseen has taught you it’s how to be conspicuous. well, sorta. in the sense that you can stare at dabi from across the room no problem, though you know how to play the role of the devoted little sister once that beating red gaze circles back to you to make sure you’re still in line. (how mistaken he is.) festering in the dingy underbelly for as long as you have has eroded about every morsel of shame in you, and with dabi being the current rotten apple of your eye, he absolutely, one hundred percent is subjected to the full brunt of your brazenness. undressing him with your eyes doesn’t begin to scratch the surface with you, no, you’re doing a whole lot worse—definitely, you’re stripping those tattered clothes in your mind, wondering how far his scarred flesh stretches to, but you’re also peeling him back piece by piece with the hope that you’ll uncover those hidden bits of him just begging for your devotion.
good thing you’ve got skin layers thick and a heart steeped in raw tungsten because for all your peeping and peering, dabi doesn’t acknowledge you in the slightest, treats you like the noxious pest that you are scuttling at his feet. though it might not seem like much in the grand scheme of things, thankfully you have his first and only glass shard gaze your way to hold you over in the meantime—just one look from him and you’re evoking those frostbite swashes to mind every. single. night. wondering how intense his stare would be with you helplessly squirming underneath him. would he drag his tongue over his lips in warped anticipation? would he suck his name in splotchy purples across your neck? would he ruin your peachy cunt with every inch of his cock? yes, yes, and YES. or at least that’s what the dabi in your head does (with a blissfully ignorant tomura snoring away against your back).
dabi can ignore you all he wants, pretend like you’re a mere whisper in the crumbling walls, but you wouldn’t be tomura’s flesh & blood if you weren’t stubborn to a fault, and you know how to play the long game. he’ll have to eventually cave into you at some point. . .
. . .maybe?
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“I can’t take you with me this time.” there’s a morsel of dejection wavering under the surface and promptly fished out by an ever attentive you. . .though would it be bad of you to admit that the feeling isn’t exactly mutual? of course tomura’s dreams are your dreams, but you would much rather do your part here in the comfort of the hideout rather than risk bumbling your way through an entire mission from your lack of villainous finesse. (but does that stop him from taking you with him nine out of ten times? nope.) his head creaks to the side a bit, and he clicks his tongue in accompaniment. “it’s an emergency, and you’d only get in the way.”
okay then, no water off your back considering you’re not really league material in the first place; plus, you know he’s only looking out for you, though he doesn’t say it in so many words. (you’re used to reading between the jagged lines of him by now.) unfazed, you nod at him, mentally preparing for a long day to yourself because he’s answered the looming question of why you hadn’t seen hide nor hair of the other members—no spinner, no toga, no dabi, no nothing. though you have to count some of your blessings where you find them since tomura was at least considerate enough to not coop you up in his room like a caged bird even though you know darn well that was probably his first instinct. the hideout’s ratty couch isn’t your first choice for vegetating, but you’ll take it over that oversized shared closet of a room back home. (obviously it’s asking too much from Him to have a domain separate from tomura. . .ah, you digress.)
you think that’s the end of things right there, until a couple of his fingers reach out to seize your chin in his grasp, angling your face up so your vision is filled entirely with him. “can I trust you to behave while I’m gone?” it’s the kind of prodding that could be, that should be left unsaid, yet you’re nodding again to ease whatever’s nagging in the recesses of his mind. (you long for the day your brother will get it in his head that you’re capable of being self-sufficient.) sudden surprise colors your expression in visible strokes when instead of taking you at face-value and letting you go, his fingers squeeze tighter. “say it. tell me you’ll be a good girl.”
nevermind the fact that he’s got your jaw held hostage.
after a beat or two of you trying not to heave a long exhale, your puckered lips part a touch. “nii-san, you know you can trust me,” you assure him slowly despite the sheer awkwardness of his grip on you. “I’ll be good—I promise. . .!”
and you swear if you bob your head one more time, you’re going to be dizzy.
for a while it goes on with him dissecting you on a metal slab with his eyes and you hardly flinching because this is just a day in the life of two ragtag siblings on a quest for seismic destruction. once he’s found that mysterious thing he’s been looking for, his fingers retract from your face, leaving a certain soreness that you’ll have to massage away later. he shifts to his full height and his gaze slants a bit more as if he’s trying to carve the image of you in his brain even though you’re clearly not going anywhere. (thankfully you’ve yet to learn how to spirit yourself away.) “don’t make me regret leaving you here by yourself.”
a mild smile plucks at your lips, and you sway on the deflated cushions. “you worry too much, nii-san.” your lilt perks at the end, setting the stage for you to pop to your feet where you’re met with a faintly puzzled big brother who doesn’t even know what’s in store for him. surprise, it’s a kiss to his cheek. now that sends him reeling. and just as quickly as you were spurred into action, you’re already flouncing back into the musty-smelling sofa and bubbling up with a light titter because who would have thought Big Bad Tomura’s sworn weakness was his little sister’s kiss. pretty funny, right? absolutely, if the fresh wave of giggles is anything to go on. turning his back on you and skulking towards the door does nothing to erase the tendrils of spider lily creeping over his face, and you suppose he’ll have to imagine your parting wave tossed behind his back. “be safe out there, okay!”
the soft click of the door is your only reply.
alright, time to make yourself busy.
and by busy you mean scrolling on your black-market phone to the point where you’ve seen the same generic posts load up about three times, read every thread, every subthread on your favorite underground forum, and watched those old pop☆step fancams to death.  what’s next? ummm, you haven’t flipped through the jukebox in a while. . .maybe you’ll stumble across a hidden gem of a song despite having gone through the entire catalogue a solid fifty times before. sounds like a novel idea at first until the cogs inside decide that they’ve had enough of your antics, grinding to a creaky halt and leaving you in a stark silence with only your thoughts to keep you afloat. now what? hmm, you’re half tempted to sneak around the bar to organize the hideout’s liquor stash just for the heck of it, but unlike the jukebox, you definitely won’t be able to get off scot-free if and when you break a sleek bottle on the shelf. great, means that you’re back to tooling around on your phone, and praying to the gods above that you’ll have enough battery power to last you another couple of hours.
you log into some half-baked gacha game, ready to drown yourself in its mind-numbing mechanics disguised as overly-charismatic idols. 
the door opens instead.
!!!
“shit, it’s just you, huh.”
now’s your chance!
“d-dabi!”
wow, that was even better than you had dreamed. . .!
walking on air, head floating in the clouds, you don’t register the grimace that crawls onto his face, but even amidst your vision swimming in the pinkest tea roses, you’re not blind to him slinking over towards you. no. way. your heart immediately goes into overdrive, thumping a thousand beats per second and sending you tumbling into a spell of lightheadedness that has you teetering back and forth in your spot. nope, now’s not the time to be fainting—you’ve got to relish every moment of this (whatever this is) because you’ve never been the subject of his attention, and who knows if it’ll ever happen again. with bated breath, you watch as he descends onto the other side of the couch, his head lolling over the back at the same moment he heaves a deep sigh.
a-ah, you get it now: he just needed the coveted relief of the sofa to ease his winding muscles. . .not you. you’re merely another piece of furniture in his eyes, one that’s even more repulsive than the one he’s currently sitting on. but that’s okay because you’ve never been in this close proximity to him, and this at least has to count as a step in the right direction for him. while he clearly can’t stand you, maybe the fact that he’s willing to put himself in your hemisphere means that his tolerance for you isn’t completely nonexistent. (it’s not like you bite or anything. . .not unless he wants you to!) closing his eyes in front of you (and despite you wagging your proverbial tail and licking your chomps) is yet another reminder of what he thinks about you: you’re no more dangerous than a fly, so there’s no need to worry about letting his guard down even if you looked primed to pounce at any moment. a fair assessment, actually.
while his exchange with you is confined only to those five words, there’s still the very present threat hanging in the air like a heavy thundercloud waiting to strike, warning you that you’ll live to see another day as long as you don’t bother him. luckily enough making yourself a ghost in corporeal clothing is where you shine best. . .! and on the bright side, you have free rein to observe him up close and personal with the caveat that you keep your grabby little hands to your sides. (that’ll be a little difficult given this new territory you’re crossing into, but you think you can manage. hopefully. your life depends on it.) you take things nice and slow for starters, shifting to face dabi so you can really lay eyes on him like you been longing to for the past few weeks. . .and you are not disappointed by what you uncover. there’s a certain untamed allure about him that draws you in with a barbed croon, makes you want to cut your fingers on each of those staples barely holding his sinew in place. and you’re glad being knee-deep in the league doesn’t afford him the simple luxuries of nicely-pressed clothes because if not for his off-white shirt tattered beyond repair, you wouldn’t have this front row seat to his chest peeking through. paradise is right here devouring the sight of him, nibbling away at every feature of him until he’s safely tucked inside you though he himself doesn’t know it. yet. you venture a quarter of a scoot closer, enticed by the faint fluttering of his lashes and—
“do you have to be such a fuckin’ creep all the time. you’re worse than your crusty-ass brother.” you’re looking at his frigid gaze now, and you don’t believe the natural reaction is to swoon in your seat, but it’s exactly what you do. that sets off an eyeroll from him, which is in sharp contrast to him meeting you about halfway on the couch as the tang of blistering flesh and rusted copper blots out most of your coherent thinking with fluff. “if you want me to fuck you, then just spit it out already.”
potent embarrassment kicks in hard because it’s one thing to imagine the dabi in your head offering to fuck you where you sit, but it’s another thing altogether when The Dabi™ says it to your face. (it’s too much for your little brain to process at one time.)
cue you waving your hands like a madwoman. “no! no, no, nononono! I don’t—!”
in a flash, his hand reaches around to grab the back of your neck, yanking you right into his personal space and putting a cork in your attempted cover-up. “so now that I caught you, you’re gonna lie about it.” a question that swaps out an inquisitive ring for a dangerous edge—he’s not beating around the bush. and if you had any inkling otherwise, the beading of heat on your nape, threatening to sear all five fingertips into your skin, puts to rest your lingering doubts. “use your damn words or I’m leaving you high and dry.” he leans even further into you, wafting sweltry breaths across your cheeks, and you’re not sure if it’s a symptom of his quirk that’s got his eyes glowing likes stars in collapse. the rumbling in his chest is just as ominous. “and I don’t believe in second chances.”
at once the hairline cracks inside you converge at a single point, and you spill all over him.
“please, dabi, I need you!” you rave in bleeding tones. “I’m dying to have your cock—I want you to breed me, fill me up with your cum. please!”
his snicker is preceded by the twist of a lopsided grin. “yeah, that’s what I thought. shoulda said so earlier.”
that’s your only warning before he’s using his leverage on your neck to sling you to the floor; no doubt the flowering bruises on your knees are just the first in a soon-to-be collection spanning every inch of you. it takes a moment there to get yourself together in one piece again, and when you finally swallow that last bit of vertigo, you’re particularly keen to the fact that you’re trapped: metaphorically, yes, but most importantly he’s got you ensnared between his legs. don’t get you wrong, there’s no place you’d rather be, and your fervor only spikes in degrees as your gaze sweeps up from the smooth lines of his thighs to his dick on full display. flames lick at your veins, suffuse your face in deep hues that match the similarly deep feeling of pure desire cresting in your core. looks can be deceiving because he’s deliciously thick with a nice layer of foreskin that’s coaxing you to run the tip of your tongue over those pulsing veins trailing on his underside. you stifle a whimper at the very last minute when he reaches a hand down to pump at his length in steady strokes, bringing your rapt attention to his ruddy cockhead where he’s dribbling pearls of precum that you wish you could catch right into your mouth and savor like a malted delicacy.
you have a suspicion that the drip, drip, drip onto the floor isn’t from him.
“hey.” a single syllable is enough to curb your visual worship of his dick, and it physically hurts you to lift your eyes up. . .though the ache doesn’t last for long when his devilishly handsome face ebbs it all away. the grin’s still there exactly where you left it, and this time his brow crooks a hint. “you ever given head before?” you vehemently shake your head, trying to figure out the best way to tell him that whether you knew it or not, you’ve always been saving yourself for him; shame he doesn’t let you get a word in edgewise. “so your big brother’s never fucked your throat raw? that’s a surprise.” his snide chuckle at the end doesn’t ease the bitter tinges starting to well up in your chest, and you shake your head a second time in part to cement your dedication to dabi and in part to rid yourself of any leftover thoughts about tomura. no, for once this isn’t about tomura—it’s about dabi. about how he’s going to snatch up all your firsts like he so deserves to. and you think that’s just the plan as he props himself on the edge of the sofa where his swollen cock bobs square in your face, scraping away at your already crumbling sanity. “well tough shit because you’re not gonna get that kinda practice with me.”
your lungs quake with a sharp gasp, but it’s one fueled by shock rather than the misery of rejection when his other hand—the one that had previously faded into the background—re-exerts its existence on your neck, jerking your face down to the base of his dick in one fluid motion. beggars can’t be choosers is precisely the sentiment coursing through you while you’re smushed against his plush balls, gorging on the bite of tacky sweat and musk that has your untouched pussy knotting up. this is disgusting, degrading, the lowest of the low, you name it. . .and that’s why you’re salivating like a stray getting its first measly morsel.
his hand travels up to the back of your head, anchoring his fingers through your locks, and you don’t think you need any further encouragement, but he provides you with some just in case you’re too dense to put two and two together.
“suck.”
say no more because your lips immediately frame around the shape of him, reveling in the sheer heaviness pooling in your mouth and prying your jaw wider to accommodate all of him. painful is an understatement when it seems like you’re on track to dislocating a couple of bones in the process, but your discomfort takes a backseat since pleasuring dabi the best you can reigns supreme in your mind. the handicap of being a blushing virgin without any experience to speak of—and, no, quietly peeping over tomura’s shoulder while he’s playing some eroge doesn’t count—isn’t doing you any favors as you fumble to find a rhythm that won’t result in him tossing you to the side. and you’re horribly mistaken if you think he’s going to hold your hand, offer some guiding tidbits along the way because typical dabi is making you work for your scraps. a fleeting glance upwards shows you that he’s in no position to help you out anyways: head thrown back, mouth agape, chest heaving. all telltale signs that he’s quickly becoming a victim of ripe bliss just like you. though you’ve never been one for multitasking, you try your hardest to lave your tongue over his thrumming flesh in short stripes while also skimming your gaze over him from top to bottom, hoping that no facet of his unraveling escapes your purview.
“don’t you fucking start slacking now.” he growls between clenched teeth, gathering up chunks of your hair to tug you impossibly close. in the span of a couple seconds you’re devolving from messy to straight up nasty as thick strings of drool trickle from the corners of your mouth and cling to your chin, painting in vivid colors your willingness to debase yourself for him. and it has to be more than a coincidence that he meets your glassy stare with a vicious look of his own. “yeah, don’t stop—not until I tell you to.”
with renewed vigor, you switch to his neglected other side, hollowing out your cheeks and sucking in an attempt to provide a wet sort of suction he won’t be able to resist. (the smoky groan from him tells you that you’re right on the mark.) and that’s not the only thing you pick up on above your loud smacking and slurping: there’s a wet schlick that plucks at the chords of your curiosity. though it’s not a mystery for long when you flicker up to find him feverishly stroking his cock in time to your ministrations; and your wish from earlier is granted as you gobble up those cloudy globules of pre that streak all the way down his length. your pussy throbs in desperation, leaks with sticky want and clenching your legs together does little if anything to ease your suffering, in fact, it only makes the feeling of emptiness that much more pronounced. little by little you’re getting to the end of your rope, but it’s the fear of imminent backlash that keeps your hands cinched to your sides and not rubbing over your puffy cunt for relief; instead, you direct all your efforts into indulging him with the smooth slide of your tongue, mewling to yourself when you feel his balls constrict against you.
“guess being a cockslut is the only thing you’re good for.” he manages to drawl amidst his heavy panting from a moment ago, palming his dick even faster and making you awfully jealous that it’s his hand and not yours. (maybe next time, if there is a next time, you’ll be so bold to ask him for the pleasure of stroking him yourself.) “but I bet this ain’t enough for you, right.”
he’s not wrong, but you can safely say that you’re not sure what he’s getting at. . .that’s before he snaps his legs closed around you, sticking you between the rock and the hard place of his thighs and his sloppy sack. panic flares up in your veins as he effectively suffocates you on him, and though you wouldn’t mind death by asphyxiation on his balls, you at least would like him to fuck you good first, so you can die in peace and without any regrets. your ribcage rattles with every shallow breath and you’re not able to stop yourself as your fingers dig into the meat of his legs as a muted plea for him to have mercy on you just this once. that warrants an audacious scoff from him—no surprises there—and he drags you deeper into his groin, hunching over you for that added sadistic touch. you’re getting really woozy. limbs feeling like lead, lashes brushing against the tops of your cheeks, and. . .
. . .and because you’re more useful to him alive than under six feet of dirt, at the last millisecond he wrenches you away from him.
the force of his shove coupled with your own unsteadiness sends you plummeting to the ground in a pitiful heap, and you’re still very much a sitting duck by the time he eclipses you under his bulk, looking like the wolf about to chew you up and spit your bones out. you can’t wait. and neither can dabi as he reaches under the crinkled pleats of your skirt to rid you of your panties in one fell swoop. the sound of fabric tearing at the seams is music to your ears, but it’s nothing compared to the feeling of his fingers cleaving your outer lips, smattering slick over your pinched slit.
“looks like you got what you wanted. aren’t I generous.” you might have been nodding along if not for his dick pressing flush against your soaked cunt, ripping a long-winded moan from your lips. delirium saturates your system, claws at your nerves one by one because he’s so close you can taste it; throwing caution to the wind you hazard a slight shift, inadvertently catching his cockhead on the curve of your entrance and earning yourself a stuttered groan on his end. from there, it happens too quickly, but the end result is the vise of his hand bearing down on your throat. “fuck, none of that shit.” even he isn’t immune to you and it takes him a second or two. . .or three to get himself back on track. “where’s your fuckin’ gratitude.”
and who are you to deny him what he wants.
an emptyheaded smile lights up your face. “t-thank you, dabi. . .!”
“good enough.”
not to quickly, not too slowly, he plunges into you and like a fleshy clamp, you constrict right around him. it’s the sort of eruption that puts all others to shame, discharging static shockwaves through your synapses and leaving you writhing through each shudder that wracks your frame. rapture like you’ve never felt before settles over you and it’s only natural that dabi, dabi, dabi would fall from your lips in a hallowed prayer as you’re made whole for the first time in your life. though you’re so absorbed in your descent off the edge, it doesn’t take much for him to weasel his way back into your fuzz-filled consciousness.
“cumming already? fuckin’ nasty bitch.” his put-down lacks much of its usual venom, especially when he’s trying not to lose his mind over the rippling of your cherried sleeve. unwilling to let you drag him down this early on, he retracts his hips despite your insides trying to keep him molded in place, pausing only once the tip of his dick is still nestled inside you. dabi wouldn’t be dabi if he went easy on you, so before you can catch your breath, he’s plowing back into you with penetrating strokes.
hypersensitivity pricks at you like a thousand needles, and no matter how much you squirm and thrash there’s no getting away from him splitting you open with just his cock, rubbing raw the cushy patches already buzzing on end. and somehow blinking in rapid succession clears away most of the vibrant colors staining your vision, but not those pesky reds that bloom and expand from the edges of your periphery. you wonder why. no you don’t—that doesn’t matter, nothing matters except dabi.
and that’s how it’ll always be.
Always.
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smokeywhalee · 5 months ago
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Who Am I? (Part 4) | Russell Adler x Bell!Reader
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Hoo boi, this chapter will be tense as fuck because this time we finally got some Angry!Bell who'll do something very nastayyy to Adler 👀
I won't tell you much abt this chapter, but I warn you guys to just sit down and read to watch the nasty things unfold 😎🍿 By the way, I'll include a mention of Stitch and Naga in this one bc they're Perseus operatives and just pretend that they're in the meeting table with you and Perseus on your memories, okay?
Summary: Much to your dismay, the man who left you for dead in Solovetsky pretended things didn't happen by using a lie to cover up the truth, even when it was proved that you're alive. Without any doubt, you chose to unveil the truth about Russell and your "presumed death" in front of the team as you were so angry at him for what he had done to you.
Reader Pronouns: She/her
Warnings: Very VERY strong language, mild violence, smoking, overall this chapter is quite angsty and tense in context.
Word Count: 2, 8k+
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“You’re still feisty for a dead woman, Bell.”
Russell's familiar voice triggered the heart wrenching event you had experienced, and that was the main reason why you hated him and wanted to make him pay for what you did. I mean, come on. He's the one who removed your true identity and self from your mind, interrogated you painfully in the gurney, forced you to tell the truth, only for him to betray you after you helped the team by providing them the location of Perseus.
You gave away your true loyalty, which meant you betrayed Perseus for nothing just to help the CIA in a disturbing way. You knew Russell and Helen always monitored your brainwashing by checking out on you every once in a while to make sure you were still in your Bell persona, or should I say to make sure your brainwashed state was still intact. All you wanted this time was just to make sure he admits the truth, or you'll do something else for your own good.
You snapped your head to the side, facing a smug looking Russell who's taking a smoke as always. "Does it look like I'm dead, huh? Think about it, you should watch that rotten mouth of yours before lying to the others like a sneaky fox." you scoffed, much to Helen's confusion.
"What are you two talking about, Bell? I swear you were killed by an agent in Solovetsky but how did you end up alive?" she puzzled.
"Pfft, I'll save it for later because this is complicated as fuck." you huffed. You started to walk away, although Russell stopped you just before you stepped out of the room by grabbing your arm.
"Not so fast," he quipped, his lips pressing into a straight line. "Don't even try to escape again because you are the only key to Perseus, and you should help us as you're the only one who knows the way to hunt him."
You glared at him and yanked his hand away. "Easy for you to say, and never touch me with your filthy hands ever again."
Russell stood silent, he tried to open his mouth again to talk but you stormed out of the room when he was about to say another word. Ignoring him probably was the best choice you could do right now but that was until he realized that you hinted for him to assemble the team for another meeting in the evidence board. You thought it'll be a great idea to make the team go on another meeting, but in truth you just wanted to expose him for lying to you.
"Bloody hell, what is going on with you two..." Helen rubbed her temples in frustration.
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Out of irritation, you decided to take a smoke as you hated how Russell managed to ruin your perfectly good day just with his presence. His sheer existence right now was the thing that annoyed you the most, and all you wanted right now was to either kill him or make him admit the horrible things he had done to you.
"Fucking hell, why the fuck is he being such an asshole?!" you huffed as you took out your lighter to light up your cigarette.
Leaning your back towards the wall, you inhaled it before blowing the ashy smelling smoke out to the somewhat stuffy warehouse. You then continued smoking until the stick ran out, as you wanted to try to cope with the instant anger that always rose whenever Russell was next to you.
While you were throwing away the now stubbed cigarette stick, you heard a pleasant yet familiar voice calling out for you from a lone desk in the other side of the room. To your relief, it was Lawrence who was doing his own paperwork while smoking a cigarette just like you.
"Long time no see, Bell. Thank god you're alive because I was worried about your well being in Solovetsky when Adler came back without you." he greeted, sending you a small friendly grin.
"It did felt like shit but I'm so glad to be back here again since I miss you guys so much." you put up a fake smile and lie to cover up the bitter truth that is yet to unveil itself.
Lawrence wiggled his eyebrows at you. "You look like hell, Bell."
"Yeah, I pretty much cheated death for whatever reasons and I really wish I can capture him sooner as he's one sleazy little bastard who's always ahead of us." you took another cigarette from the box and lit it up. "Though I have to say that you should thank Woods and Mason instead since they saved me from dying in the cliffs, I would've been dead by now if they didn't come to my rescue!'"
"Really? I thought they're doing another mission but how did they managed to rescue you?" Lawrence stubbed his cigarette stick, before leaning his chin on his hand.
You shrugged. "After the agent shot me, he left me for dead right there and boom, suddenly Mason and Woods found me and brought me to the hospital after it."
True to what you had just said, it was Alex and Frank who basically saved you from death, and the truth of the matter was you didn't know whether to truly thank them or your blind luck who saved you from death by gunshot back in Solovetsky. Even if Lawrence helped Russell interrogate you in the gurney by preparing the drug dose, you tried your best to not be agitated in front of him to keep your act up.
Besides... it's better to make Russell pay for what he did to you in front of the others, right?
"Man, you must've been very lucky, Bell." he replied.
"I know I am, because you can't kill me."
"Did you just stole my words or anything, eh?" Frank interrupted.
A mischievous expression was nailed on his face, as evidenced by his lopsided grin and raised eyebrow. The crow's feet that settled near his eyes was one of the things that made you like him, as you thought it's adorable when it crinkled if he's being happy.
"Look who it is, it's Frank 'Onion' Woods breaking into conversations like always because his dumbass braincells stink like garlic!" you crossed your arms smugly, much to Lawrence's amusement as Frank jokingly pointed his finger at you.
"My brain doesn't stink, because I'm fucking smart and stealthy like the wind!"
You laughed gleefully. "Say the one who knocked down a mannequin in that club."
"Well I didn't even know it's a mannequin in the first place so please don't ever talk about that moment anymore, Bell. Besides, you remember me telling you not to say a fucking word, right?"
"Oh my god, Woods. Did you just mistook a mannequin for an enemy?" Lawrence commented.
"He did, Sims. He really did."
You heard me, one time you and Frank went on a mission together and he mistakenly took down a mannequin in a night club when you two snuck inside it. He was quite embarrassed by it so don't even try to remind him or else he'll threw curse words at you. Nevertheless you still loved to tease him for that, despite how he disliked that moment.
Lawrence shook his head in amusement, before stubbing his cigarette on the ashtray. "You better keep your desires shut unless you wanted to fuck it, Woods." he teased.
"Oh my fucking god, Bell! Can you please stop reminding me of it, please?!" Frank exclaimed, raising his hands. "That includes you, Sims. And the others, no exception!" he cursed, earning laughter from both you and Lawrence.
Once Frank had left the room, you kept on conversing with Lawrence for hours until Jason suddenly called all of the team members for a supposedly emergency briefing. Of course you and the team gathered on the evidence board as it was the usual place for safehouse briefings. Russell, Helen and Jason stood by the board as they're the ones who's leading the briefing this time while you, Alex and Frank sat on the chairs. For some reasons, Lawrence decided to not sit as he just stood behind the chairs.
Same old CIA safehouse briefings, but this time is a bit different than usual because you were not dead, unlike what Russell said to the team.
"2 weeks ago, we sent a team that included Bell, Adler, Mason, and Woods to the Solovetsky to attempt to capture Perseus and help maintain world peace. While we mostly managed to make it out alive, unfortunately Bell was presumed KIA until she came back here safe and sound. I'll leave the rest to Adler, if you please." Jason expounded.
The stern tone of his voice perfectly complemented his cold demeanor, along with the large scar that grazed across his face and the aviators he usually managed to wear, even indoors.
Russell nodded at him, before continuing today's briefing from him. "Thank you, Hudson. It's a honor for us to be gathered around in here because even if we failed to capture Perseus, we surely won't give up until the nuclear threat is gone for good when he's captured. About Bell's fate? She was unfortunately shot by a Perseus operative and I presumed her as killed in action as she was bleeding heavily from the gunshot wound." he pointed towards an unamused you. "Although that was before now since today she just came back here, all safe and sound. I don't have much to say after this, but I have to thank Bell a lot for being a key member to this team." he conceded.
Little did everyone knew, this wasn't the real story at all because Russell was the one who shot you. That man really had the audacity to pretend nothing happened and keep a smug face as if he's God, ugh!
“Adler, Adler, Adler. You knew for sure that you were the one who did this to me, and not some Perseus agent like you told everyone.” you declared, clapping unenthusiastically at your teammates who gave you a concerned look.
“You’re lying, Bell. Calm down and let me explain why I didn’t save you!”
You angrily stood up from your seat, “You wanna know why? He led me into a cliffside, praised me for my deeds before shooting me and leaving me for dead in fucking Solovetsky. F.Y.I, that lie of yours is fake as fuck, because I remember myself and the team only fighting against the Spetsnaz and Perseus soldiers with no sight of any other operative. Arash, dead. Volkov, I shot him. Krauz, also dead. Qasim, arrested. Aldrich and Rudnik, killed by Mason. Kapano, currently doing his drug and warlord shit in Laos. Kuzmin-”
“Don’t mention that name, Bell.” Russell interjected firmly. He crossed his arms defensively, but you furiously pointed your finger at him while the team watched in shock.
“Shut your goddamn mouth or I’ll do something bad to you this instant!"
At this point, you really wanted to beat up Russell's ass alive so bad to make him pay for what he had done to you. You knew his true nature of him being a selfish asshole, you knew the fact that your identity was taken away from you and it was all his fault.
"Bell, calm down. Let Adler explain this first, okay?" Helen chided. She gently grabbed your arm to hold you off from him, although you yanked it away as you showed everyone the gunshot scar on your left collarbone.
"Explain? Then how did I ended up like this, huh? It was all Adler's fault because I witnessed all of it alone, including how he broke me, stripped me away from my goddamn identity, and leaving me for dead AS IF I'M FUCKING USELESS TO YOU GUYS!" you fumed, clenching both of your fists that were now ready to punch anyone at the moment. "You broke me. You took away my real name for the purpose of the 'greater good'. You turned me into your obedient slave. You made me forget about everything before I joined the CIA. You made me do stuff you wanted me to do like providing some bullshit info about Perseus, and worst of all? I did all of this for nothing. Nothing, just FUCKING BETRAYAL FROM YOU!" your fist now collided with Russell's jaw, punching it hard to the point he winced in pain.
The impact of it made everyone looked at you in horror, while you felt a sense of relief washing through your mind. You were so angry at him for every single thing he did to you, to the point you're basically losing your collected shit. All the good stuff you did like helping the team to hunt down Perseus, it was all for nothing as you're just a betrayed lab rat that Russell loved to experiment on.
"You know, I didn't expect you to be this feisty." Russell remarked, much to your anger and the rest of the crew's distress.
"I know what you've done, Russell. You should've told me about the truth but NO, you made me suffer instead of helping me. Why the fuck did you chose the painful MK-Ultra program, huh? ANSWER ME, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" you grabbed him by the collar of his leather jacket, your fury clouded E/C eyes meeting his blue and cocky ones.
You were aware that Russell did this for the greater good of stopping Perseus, although his acts were very questionable as all he did was to make you suffer for his own good of stopping Perseus.
"I wanted the best for you, Bell. Nothing else."
You scoffed. "Tch, fucking coward. I should've known better than this, can I just have my happy ending at least for once? Now I knew of the fact that Perseus' plans are bad for the whole world, and you taught me the light of CIA wanting to make the world a better place to live in. I did learnt many stuff from joining CIA, including the importance of making decisions like when I saved Park and when I chose to tell the truth about Perseus' location. I thought I did all of that for a better me and world, but this asshole right here made me do all of this for nothing because my Bell identity is just a fake one." you chuckled bitterly at yourself, wishing you could just die at this moment because you couldn't take it anymore.
Tears of a mixture of anger, frustration, and sadness started running down your face at this point, as you were overwhelmed with emotion you couldn't even identify. "Who the hell am I at this point? Why am I still fucking here in this miserable world? Can I just cease and desist right now? I can't. I fucking can't. What did I even do to deserve this? Am I actually a human being?" you sobbed.
You just couldn't. Instead of staying strong like what real person are told to be, you broke down in tears and became an emotional mess with an unsolved case of identity crisis thanks to Russell constantly messing with your mind. What did you even do to deserve all this mindfuckery? The influence of your brainwashing was way stronger than Alex's, which meant solving it was just as hard because you now had forgotten about your identity.
"Bell, calm down. Listen to me and we'll hunt down Perseus together with the team, just like you wanted, right? Please, listen to me and we can do this together." Russell pleaded, with the team reluctantly nodding at his statement.
He knelt beside you, with his hand reaching up to touch your cheek but you slapped it away before wiping off your tears and standing up from the floor.
"You know what? That's it, I'm leaving because I'm quitting this stupid job." you denounced.
"Bell, you must be kidding, right? Please, stay with us." Alex begged.
You shook your head in disapproval, even though you and him already formed a bond from 2 weeks ago. "No, Mason. I'm so fucking tired of pretending because of all this brainwashing stuff and I just can't. I can't do this."
"But you can't give up just yet, we can do this together!" Frank assured, but yet again you shook your head before storming out of the warehouse.
Even if you made good friends in here, you knew for sure that you'll suffer more if you stayed in the CIA thanks to MK-Ultra. You already found yourself getting closer to Alex, Frank, and Lawrence, but you had no choice but to leave them like you're leaving this place for your own good. You then packed what's left on your belongings into a duffel bag before finally walking away from the safehouse.
"Goodbye to you, hell." you spat quietly as you took a final glance of the warehouse doors.
Little did you know... there is something else in the meeting room once you had left.
"We need to find her, make sure she belonged in here as she's a helpful part of us who knew the way to Perseus." Jason urged.
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inkyvendingmachine · 7 months ago
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Ever since more measures were taken to keep everything secure, everything was cleaned up again, everybody was probably hoping we’d be getting back to another year, at least, of nothing going wrong, ever... and then in the wee small hours of the morning, Joey is woken up because some of his wards are breaking.
💀 Call of Cthulhu: Haunted Hijinx Masterpost 💀
IT’S FINALLY TIME!!! FOR SEASON 2 OF OUR BATIM CTHULHU GAME??? which means I get to make more incredibly long summaries I guess since any time I go “this will be short” it. It is not. But I AM gonna try to be shorter so I don’t burn myself out on these.
First though:  Spoilers for the First Scenario from the reprint of Tales of the Crescent City; We are actively playing, please no spoilers, but also we will have spoilers from it ourselves as we play. Read at your own risk.
This is taking place about 4 years after our first scenario, with some events happening in between. You can find more specifics in the master post, but the TLDR; Bendy (the Lurker) now lives in the studio full time, an ink machine was made using the stone eaten before, it’s mostly just used for Lurker Baths and Joey messing around with magic a little bit still, and also Sammy got into the ink and found out he goes a little Prophet-y when that happens. And maybe kidnapped Joey, but was saved by Bendy, Henry and, in the wrong place at the right time, Jack Fain!! But with reinforced pipes and pump switch involved, everything should be fine now, right?
Early February, 1934
So Joey is an idiot and decides to go check on his magical wards himself in the middle of the night. Once he ends up at the studio, he finds a broken pipe rather near the entrance... but this one looks like it’s been hacked open. Calling out for Bendy gets no response, and with some more weird writing on the walls on the walls, Joey finally gets the braincell to call Henry... and call Jack to see if he left with Sammy or not earlier that night. The two understand somethings up and head towards the studio.
Meanwhile, Joey goes to check on the ink machine, and finds a passed out, inked Sammy laying in front of a hacked up door, axe nearby. Quickly he wakes and tends to Sammy, who has minimal memory of what happened, but does have an inky handprint on his shoulder...
Once Sammy has his bearings and Joey has had a chance to check on the machine (stone is not in it,) they make their way up to the Music Department at around the same time Jack and Henry arrive, and all four of them manage to walk in on the same gruesome scene simultaneously: walls covered in ink, floor covered in spell circle, and bendy chopped through the middle and splattered in the center of said circle.
Joey and Henry instantly run over to gather Bendy up and check on him, while also being careful not knowing where the stone is. Sammy has a panic, not knowing if he was the one who did this or not. Wrapped up in Joey’s suit coat, he runs Bendy upstairs to the broken pipe, hoping dumping him in the ink will help restore him, which it does. Joey cradles Bendy around as he remains unconscious but is at least... living?
The team lock up the studio and start investigating and cleaning up while the Bendy comes to, and at that point learn that there had indeed been intruders, wearing masks. Masquerade masks, one being kept cause uhhh Bendy managed to eat one of the intruders? Thanks for the gift!
Some other clues manage to point them towards New Orleans, including a paper that was grabbed from one of the people who probably stole the stone that has a train schedule on it. Also Henry has glowey sight and can see some weird symbols uhh we’ll get to that later... this requires some investigating, but first, Joey needs to go bottle the rest of the ink out of the machine before they lose that as well... make sure Bendy has a supply to live on until they get another stone??
Jack offers to drive Sammy home who’s still considerably shaken up, and Henry hangs out with Bendy until Joey has finished all he needs to do. Tom and Wally are called in for repairs and clean up (once it’s just ink splatters and no weird writing or spell circles) and everyone looks forwards to a normal day tomorrow where we just do regular animation studio things and Joey does not drag everyone off to New Orle--
So the Lurker needs the stone or he’s going to ... die? And looks like the stone is in New Orleans, Joey already bought train tickets and hotel rooms, studio is closed for a week vacation while the ‘burst frozen water pipes’ are fixed... so no reason not to go, right? Especially as Joey promises that he’s willing to do this himself, he just wants to make sure others are there so he’s not alone in case... y’know, something bad happens. Everyone arrives bundled up the next morning and take an overnight train to NOLA.
Upon arrival in the more warmer clement, Joey checks everyone into their hotel where he’s ordered two rooms, one room for Jack... Sammy AND Henry, and one room for himself!! Completely normal rooming arrangements. 2/3 boys are squinting at him, Jack sees nothing wrong with this.
They have dinner and get a good nights sleep, next morning Jack and Sammy find Joey already up and sipping coffee down in the hotel cafe and join him. (Henry hangs out in his room and draws, partially to make sure he’s not haunted again.) Joey is... still wearing hat and gloves, but Jacks not gonna call him out on that. He insists that the two musicians can go enjoy the city, he’s going to go to the library and do some research. Of course, Henry decides to tag along, being the first to agree to coming on this trip cause he actually wants to keep an eye on Joey. Sammy and Jack end up going to visit a old friend of Jack’s at the local newspaper. 
As they’re heading out, Jack and Henry notice banners above them with the symbol that Henry saw at the studio with his Special Eyes, which had been covered by ink probably by the Prophet. (who had also uh, covered some other writings and written his own warnings about BEWARE FALSE PROPHETS when someone had inked up the walls about a ... yellow king?) Also uhh the symbol crawls at them and they both take a sanity hit, Henry shakes it off and goes to run after Joey who’s already wandering off. Sammy asks Jack what’s up, and is pointed to the symbols, that also try to get in his head. Hm... maybe we shouldn’t look at those anymore.
An attempt to match the mask to some stores on the way to the library doesn’t work and Henry and Joey get chased out a few places for bringing other merch in to compare. They end up at the library and Joey finds an Alice in Wonderland book, which he picks out because Bendy had drawn him a picture of one of the masks that an intruder had that looks very much like the Cheshire Cat on the cover. Henry manages to find out about an old bookstore that has been known to deal in local legends and myths. Henry also manages to catch Joey sneaking a shot of liquor, which he says is just to help with the stress of everything going on.
Meanwhile, Jack meets up with his old friend at the newspaper, Pete. Who uh, also maybe used to be an ex of his? They instantly are friendly the moment they see each other, and Peter has no issue just info dumping on Jack about his current woes, much to Sammy’s amazement. This includes one of the reporters “””committing suicide””” according to the police investigation, but he thinks that there’s something weird going on because... there’s just parts of it that don’t make sense. Oh, also there was one of those weird yellow symbols stuffed in his hand. Jack and Sammy light up at that and start digging deeper; they let Pete know that they’ve been seeing those symbols around and are also trying to figure out what’s going on with em, and he tells them that he can try and get some of the old papers, and lets them know about a professor over at the university that might have relevant info for them. Exchanging contact info, they agree to meet up later with their findings, and bid each other goodbye.
The four meet up for lunch, where Joey is still constantly wearing hat and gloves but nobody is gonna say anything with Jack at the table even though this is a little weird for Joey, exchange what they found out, and decide to go check out that book store that Henry heard about. They also let Joey know about the weird symbols and not to look at them, which uh, he just takes their word on and keeps his eyes to his food. 
They show up to the Arcane Bookshop, which has a tree with symbols carved into it next to the place. Entering, the entire store is stuffed and hardly has walking space, so the four fan out and just start browsing. Joey spots a guy in a trench coat that gives him the stink eye, and being worried about it, persuades Jack to go talk to the... employee? while he watches from a hidey spot?
Meanwhile, Henry finds a book of spells that he gets engrossed in, and Sammy finds a little black playbook that is... pulling him closer. It feels out of place and when he pulls it out, it has one of those symbols on the cover. Joey notices him flipping through it and completely forgets to watch Jack, who essentially finds out that Trench Coat Man does not work at the store, and also immediately leaves after being talked to. 
Sammy warns Joey about the symbol so he keeps it covered as he quickly flips through it. Nothing easily findable between the pages, Joey flips over the book and -- oh jeeze, it’s 250$. Which for 1934, is uh. A lot. Even for Joey. He’s bad with money but he’s not THAT bad with it.
So Joey winks at Sammy, closes the book, says he’ll meet him outside, and confidently walks out of the store with the book as if it had been his to begin with. 
Sammy and Jack kind of What The Fuck Joey for a bit, before going to find and collect Henry. His book is also in the 200$ range, but none of the remaining 3 feel like stealing a book so uh... they’ll just meet Joey outside.
And Sammy instantly puts up a fuss about the book, worried it might haunt them or whatever. But they already have it, and Joey thinks that it’ll be better to study and be haunted by than for it to haunt them in some worse way. So he will hold onto it and Sammy won’t have to worry about it.
There’s still some time left in the day, it’s heading towards evening, which is around the same time that university professors might be done with classes but still hanging in their offices. One last lead to check on for tonight then...
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dingdongitsbees · 5 months ago
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Chapter 5: Battle Commences
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You woke up with a start. Oh god oh fuck. You looked around the room frantically, you were still in Levi’s room in the penthouse, it was okay. You weren’t in District Two, it’s okay. Gabi isn’t dead, it’s okay. Gabi isn’t dead and you most definitely hadn’t killed her.
Yet.
Shut up. You wacked yourself in the forehead to get rid of the thought, hopefully getting rid of a few overthinking braincells while you were at it.
“You right?” a deep voice mumbled to your left.
You calmed down immediately and looked to Levi. “Sorry for waking you up, it’s alright. You can go back to sleep.”
“You sure?”
You just smiled and he weakly nodded before quickly losing consciousness. You sat in that bed for a while, just watching him. You were tempted to just draw back his hair that fell across his face so you could just look at his face. You knew the exact bend of his nose, the length of his eyelashes, the exact tint of his lips. You just looked at the face of your best friend. The face of someone you…
Time to get up.
You shuffled out of the bed as quietly as you could, keeping your warmth within the sheets. You pulled up them just a little further up to his chin before walking out and closing the door behind you and made your way to the kitchen.
“Mornin’ Hanji,” you said with a yawn. You stretched up as far as your arms could, your belly peeking out.
“Mornin,” she greeted back, still groggy despite the coffee she was inhaling. “Where’s short-stack?”
You let out a little chuckle at the nickname that he would no doubt hate if he heard. “He’s just sleeping in a bit.”
You got together some toast and juice for yourself. You munched quietly, dead to the world, Hanji too stayed silent. You glanced up for a moment and she was just staring at the tabletop in front of her, her hands clasped tightly on her mug deep in thought. You closed your eyes again lazily, having no energy to deal with any rants or learn anything for the next hour. You two were quiet for a while, encased in your little worlds, when she spoke.
“Is… is that his?” You looked up with a barely open eye to see her analysing you.
“Eh?”
“The shirt.”
You peered down, too tired to remember what you looked like let alone what you were wearing. The white shirt that enveloped over you obviously didn’t fit right and it was wrinkly now after having slept in it. “Oh yeah,” you hummed, taking another sip from your juice, “I stole it from him.”
She went back into deep thought for a while, running her tongue along her teeth. Finally, she decided to just let spill what she really wanted to say. “You like him, don’t you?”
Your heart stopped. You choked on your drink that you accidentally breathed in, coughing it up haphazardly as you thumped yourself on the chest. Didn’t need coffee to wake up anymore. You let out a pathetic and very unconvincing “What?” your voice cracked as you did so.
She just looked at you sadly from across the table, a pitying smile on her face. You had seen too many of those over the years. Given to you by classmates, teachers, the people at the hub, the other tributes. God, even Hannes used to do it. It seemed everyone always knew, like some magic sixth sense. Everyone knew except for the man in question. But you didn’t need reminding of your stupid fucking feelings for someone who will never reciprocate, especially now.
Hanji continued. “I guessed ever since the reaping, since you saw your face when he volunteered. But you do, don’t you? You love him?”
“Please,” you begged, “Please don’t tell him.” The silence between you two rung through the room as your hands shook. “I’m not ruining the last few days I have with him.”
She beat her foot against the ground, her tongue poking her cheek. She wanted to say something else. Something that you were sure was a bad idea or a lie. But she didn’t. Her foot just went still and she nodded.
Soon Levi and Erwin were awake too and grumbled their way into the kitchen, oblivious to the conversation that had just happened. Levi plopped down next to you after grabbing some cereal and went through it intensely. He gave you a side glance which you returned a strained smile to.
He frowned. “What’s up?”
“Just nervous is all.”
He nodded in understanding, it was a believable excuse, the scoring was today. You’d get to show yourselves off and get your score from 1-12 by tonight, luring in potential sponsors before the interviews. They weren’t going to be interested in someone that couldn’t even score a 6. You knew you could get a good score, maybe an 8, a 9 or 10 if you were lucky, but you didn’t want to be leaching off Levi’s sponsors when he inevitably got a high one.
“You’ll be fine brat,” he said, “Even if you get a lower score it’s not the end of the world or anything it’ll just mean they’ll underestimate you.”
“Ah, ever the optimist Levi,” you chuckled.
“Always on cloud nine.”
You both went quiet for a moment as he ate some more, you could feel Hanji’s eyes on you. You coughed nervously. “What are you planning on doing?” He had a broader range than you, it was obvious you were doing throwing, but the training room was his oyster.
He swallowed his food and tched. “A mix? I don’t fucking know.”
“You’re meant to be prepared, dumbass.”
“I’ll be fine,” he rolled his eyes, “Floch and his shitty group already saw what happened yesterday.”
“Yesterday?” a voice asked from across the table. You two froze. Erwin and Hanji now looked with you towards the source: Nick. “Ah yes I heard all about yesterday Mr Ackerman.”
“What’s he talking about?” Hanji looked to you two suspiciously. It was all your idea oh fuck. But before you could try and explain yourself and apologise Levi started.
“The careers wouldn’t leave us the fuck alone, so I just bruised up one of the trainers, nothing to fucking worry about.”
“Bruised? Bruised?” Nick screeched, “You broke ribs, an arm and his back!”
“Like I said, nothing to fucking worry about.”
Hanji took off her glasses and pinched the bridge or her nose. “You did this to intimidate the careers?”
Levi shrugged. “They were being fucking annoying.”
“You don’t intimidate the careers Levi; I didn’t think you had to spell that one out for you.” She looked to you. “You too.” You stumbled for words.
“She didn’t do shit, leave her out of this. They wouldn’t fuck off, so I made them.”
“You just learn to ignore them, or just talk to them.”
“Ah yes cause those shitheads like Reiner would love to solve things through talking.”
Hanji sighed and ran her ran her hand over her face. “What did they even say?”
“Just fucking shitty-”
“They said something about her didn’t they.” She looked him dead in the eye, Erwin and Nick looked to you. Levi leant back his chair, arms crossed, and said nothing. He clicked his tongue and refused to look at you. She was right on the money. “So, the answer is yes?” she asked.
“They just… Reiner just…”
“What did he say Levi?”
He dropped his head back and looked at the ceiling, he shifted himself closer to you by just a millimetre and sighed. “He said they’d pick her off first and I wouldn’t be able to do jackshit about it.”
The room was quiet. You could only hear Levi’s foot beating against the ground. You took a deep breath. You didn’t think that was what got him so riled up. Why would he… you got that you two were best friends, the person he had left after a lifetime of loss, but why were you worth getting riled up over? Why would Reiner even think to aim at you to do so anyway?
You reached across under the table and squeezed his knee. His eyes slid over to you; his anger gone, his foot still. You tilted your head and gave a little smile. “I’ll be fine, Levi. I’ve got you after all.”
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You two were the last two in waiting room, the door slid behind you dramatically letting everyone know of your two’s arrival. You stiffened as the room looked at you, you could feel Levi tense beside you.
“Over here!” Sasha called out in one of those loud-whisper voices gesturing over to the concrete bench behind her and Connie that was already half inhabited by Kaya and Niccolo.
You tugged on Levi’s sleeve and headed over, sliding down next to them after Levi. You tried your best to ignore the stare Reiner was giving you from the other side of the room. Levi’s knuckles whitened as he gripped the bench, no doubt glaring back over your head. You nudged your hand into his, ignoring the heart attack it gave you, and calming him down. He let out a breath and glanced to you, still a bit red with… anger you supposed.
You directed your attention to the other four, they obviously had calmed down from yesterday’s scare, no longer looking uneasy with Levi, but looking more nervous he was about to start a fight with Reiner which was becoming more and more likely as they continued to live in the same world. The guard left for a moment, and much to the room’s horror, Reiner instantly took the opportunity by marching up to you two. Levi and you had risen out of chairs by the time he was at your feet.
“Hi there (y/n), I don’t believe we’ve talked before,” he greeted slimily, “It appears I haven’t made the best impression on your boyfriend though.”
You felt your eyebrow twitch. “No, it seems not.” To which statement you were replying to you weren’t even sure yourself.
He extended his hand to shake, and you knew it was bait, but the alternative was angering him. You took it and he yanked you forward, slamming you into his chest, nearly throwing you off your feet. You sensed Levi about to jump into action, but you quickly raised your other hand, gesturing to cool it.
“Follow your master like a good dog Levi.”
You restrained yourself from punching him in the face. Levi moved his hand to your shoulder to try and pull you away as gently as he could, but Reiner was having none of it.
“What are you doing Levi? You don’t get to have her back, she’s mine right now. I know I joke a lot, but I do know she isn’t actually your girlfriend.” A part of you wanted to turn around so you could see Levi’s face. To know if it struck a chord. The room was quiet.
“Leave her the fuck alone Reiner,” Levi spat.
“Ah but she’s so pretty!” He looked down at you with a smirk, taking no notice of your glare as he thumbed your lip. He moved his hand to your jaw and lifted your chin up to force you only an inch from his mouth. You held back a gag. Levi was far too ready to blend Reiner’s face into the ground.
“Tribute Braun.” The guard had returned, eyeing Reiner suspiciously.
Reiner looked down at you half-lidded, tilting his head. “I look forward to seeing you in there (y/n).”
You returned with a smile, one that was a little too wide and showed a too many teeth. “Me too.”
He scoffed under his breath, before finally letting you go and finding his way back next to Gabi. The young girl in question looked between you two bewildered and then just looked back to her feet dangling off the ground. Levi pulled you back to him, sheltering you with an arm around your back so you were forced to turn your head away.
You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, scowling. “Forget you killing him, I’ll do it myself,” you muttered. Levi nodded, already thinking of a way to let you get the final blow.
Sasha’s group created a barricade around you, Levi slipped you between himself and Kaya. “You alright?” Niccolo asked.
You shrugged. “He’s just a fuckin career.” That didn’t help unnerve them one bit.
A guard came in with a clipboard, running his fingers over the first name. “Bertolt Hoover?”
The tall boy in question rose to his feet and followed the man out the door. It would suck to be first, but you were going to be last so he wasn’t getting much sympathy from you. Over the next few hours the room depleted, one by one, district after district, going in to get their score. You wondered what type of thing Gabi was going to do, Falco you were even less sure of. Soon it was just the six of you, the air calm now.
“Connie Springer?”
“That’s me!” Connie jumped up, you held back from making a joke about his last name. The man didn’t even bother to look up and just walked past the sliding doors again.
You all waved as he went, Sasha wishing him good luck. You assumed he was going to be using spears, it didn’t strike you that he specialised in anything like Sasha. Levi told you Connie had picked it up pretty quickly when they were training together. Ten minutes later Sasha was called, and ten after that so was Niccolo, leaving just Kaya, you and Levi. She shuffled nervously next to you, her feet rubbing together as they couldn’t reach the ground.
“You’ll be fine,” you said, “It’s just a score, it doesn’t mean much.” Like it was just some mathematics test. She nodded but didn’t believe your words.
“Kaya Zuerst?”
She hopped off the bench, looking twice the size of the guard.
“Kaya,” Levi called out from next to you, she turned. “You’re a smart kid, they’ll see that.”
She looked doe-eyed before smiling, she didn’t do too many of those. She nodded enthusiastically and marched after the guard.
You gave Levi a glance. “What?” he asked, accusatory.
“Nothing, nothing,” the corners of your lips twitched up, “You’re usually not one for encouragement is all.”
“I can do it sometimes, brat.”
You laughed, throwing your head back. He watched you with a little smile on his face, no one was here to hide it from. The next ten minutes passed far too quickly, and the guard returned. Levi stood up and exhaled, prepping himself before his name was even called. He glanced to you.
“Give them hell, yeah?” You grinned.
He rolled his eyes and tched. “Obviously.”
You didn’t realise how cold the room was until you were the last one left in it. So quiet too. You’d think the metal walls and floor would echo every little sound they picked up, but it was just dead silent. You could hear your fingernails scraping the concrete bench like it was in your ear. You scuffed your shoes on the floor, waiting and wondering on how Levi was doing. Hoping he wasn’t pissing them off.
Finally, the guard returned. He led you through a maze of corridors, how he could tell apart one grey corridor from the next was beyond you, but eventually you ended up at the right room. Up above you could see Floch and his little gremlins peering down at you, waiting for the show to start.
Stood in the middle of the floor, you looked up. “(y/n) (l/n) from District Twelve.” Floch said nothing, his eyes just bore into your soul.
You gulped. You walked straight towards the knife throwing rack. You could feel their eyes watching you like prey. You picked up one in your dominant hand, casting a few others between the fingers of your other. You took a deep breath and faced the dummy that stood on the other side of the room. Its paper white skin stuck out sorely from the space, its red targets on its torso and head being the only thing to bring any colour. Its faceless face just stared at you waiting to be destroyed. It’s one and only purpose.
You glanced up to the judges, even though you already knew they were watching. You took one step and whipped your arm, sending the knife straight into the bullseye of the target on the torso. A low whistle sounded out from above. You took another breath and threw again, sending into the dummy’s right hand, piercing all the way through. It was a risky throw, but you had to show you could hit small and organic spots. You quickly followed it up by getting it through the other hand. You took in a sharp breath, if you directed your arm only a centimetre difference, you would have missed it entirely.
You took a deep breath, closing your eyes. Calm down. You opened your eyes, tunnel visioned on that faceless face in front of you. With the last knife in hand, you sent it flying right between invisible eyes, sheathing the blade entirely in the stuffed brain.
It almost materialised in your mind that this was a simulation for killing a living breathing human, but you cast it away. You looked up to the onlookers and bowed your head and walked as fast as possible to the exit, keen to get out of Floch’s sight. Though the hairs on the back of neck told you his eyes never left you.
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The doors of the elevator opened, you walked out, ready to go straight to Levi to complain on how you could have done better, when you heard hushed voices in the living room. You crept quietly towards the source and hid behind the wall so you could eaves drop. You weren’t sure why you were sneaking around like some sort of your spy, but your gut just told you that you needed to do this. You strained your ears and started hearing the voices of Hanji, Erwin, and most importantly Levi.
“So I don’t need you two to focus on me alright, just get her fucking out of there,” you heard Levi say.
“But…Levi,” Erwin paused, “What happens if you two are last left?”
The room was silent. You could feel the blood pumping in your ears. Don’t say it. Please don’t say it.
“I’ll probably just off myself.”
You squeezed your eyes shut, you knew he would say that, that possible ending had been there since the Mayor’s room. You just didn’t want it to be real. You were on a race to see who would kill themselves first. You wanted to throw up. You tiptoed away from the wall going back to the elevator. You took a deep breath, calming and forcing back any tears that were threatening to surface, and then plastered a smile on your face.
“I’m back!” you yelled through the penthouse.
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Everyone finished dinner quickly and found yourselves lazing on the couch waiting for Willy to come on screen. Low and behold, right on the dot of seven o’clock his nig white smile filled the camera, paired with his electric blue bob.
“Good evening my lovely audience,” he began, “Tonight we’ll be taking a look at our tributes skill score this year, as usual the score will be on a rating scale of one to twelve. Are you all excited? I sure am! As usual we’ll start from District One.”
He started listing through them all, Bertolt and Annie both got a nine which was no surprise, Reiner got a ten which just cemented the level of threat you all thought he was. The scaling of one to twelve was never taken seriously, a ten was read as a ten out of ten. you’d never heard of anyone getting an eleven, let alone a twelve before. Gabi somehow got an eight, one that astounded the whole room, though you could practically hear her whinging about it already. You cringed as Falco got a four, he was really screwed, not that he wasn’t already. Marcel got a nine as well, rounding off the careers.
None of really listened after Marcel. A few fours, fives and sixes were thrown out, none ever went past seven though. Levi and you ignored all of them until you got to District Ten.
“Connie Springer with a score of… eight.”
“He’d be happy with that,” you muttered, Levi nodded.
“Sasha Blouse with a score of… nine.”
A smile broke on your face, “She’ll so make fun of him because he got one lower.” He broke a little smirk at that.
“Niccolo Kochin with a score of…five.”
You grimaced but it was no surprise, Niccolo wasn’t made for the games, he was painfully average as they came, despite the fact he was older. You were half surprised his score beat Falco’s.
“Kaya Zuerst with a score of… six.”
Yours and Levi’s eyes flew open, a six was certainly not a bad score for someone so young.
You knocked your knee with Levi’s. “Seems your pep talk did some good.”
He rolled his eyes, but his eyes stayed on the image of her on screen. A flash of pride went through him. You held back from teasing him.
You all then leant forward, ready to hear Levi’s score. Hanji’s, Erwin’s and even Nick’s eyes were glued to the screen along with ours, ready to see the number that could make or break your two’s game.
An eleven flashed across the image of Levi. You couldn’t believe it, and neither could he. Nick looked like the definition of the word flabbergasted.
“What the fuck did you do in there?” Hanji questioned.
“Just screwed up some of those dummies,” Levi shot back, but he was looking for an answer too. You were sure the answer lay in the training room incident, Floch had certainly taken those broken bones into account.
You drew a quick breath, not having the time to rejoice yet. You all stared at the screen in anticipation.
“(y/n) (l/n)…” your heartbeat hammered in your ears, “with a score of…” oh let it out already would you. All you wanted was an eight, you could work with that, come on, you’ll take an eight.
“Ten.”
Huh?
Your eyes were saucers as the room erupted in cheers, though they were entirely made by just an enthusiastic Hanji and an Erwin pumping his fist from the comfort of his seat.
Levi bumped his shoulder into yours. “Good job.”
You grinned. “You too.”
“What did they feed you two in Twelve, holy fuck,” Hanji cackled. For just a small time, the cheery self you were sure existed before her games was running through her veins once again. Was it hope maybe? Hope that she wouldn’t have to watch both of her district kids die again? You weren’t sure, but things like that don’t have to be analysed. Sometimes you can just be happy.
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Today were the interviews, you’d only get five minutes on stage each to show yourselves off before the games started. The games were tomorrow, holy fuck. But anyway, getting ready for the interviews entailed a lot more training than either Levi or you thought it would need. Nick for a whole hour taught you two the proper etiquette you were sure Levi would throw out the door immediately. You had to learn how to sit properly, how to make eye contact properly, how to laugh properly. All exactly the way it’s meant to be done. You even had to learn to walk in terrifying high heels and prayed Erwin hadn’t chosen similar ones for you. But even though Nick was a bit of a hardass you knew this was his way of helping, even if he didn’t want to admit he liked you two.
Next, you both were whisked away to Erwin who was making final adjustments to your outfits. You each stood on a platform as Erwin and his assistants flew between you, poking in yet another pin. Your dress was pretty simple, a jet-black dress that almost reached the floor, the drapes were shaped like petals and felt just as velvety as real ones. The top part went all the way down your arms and up your neck, skin-tight. On the table next to you was also chunky gold jewellery you were sure to wear later, many of which looked like yellow flowers. The shoes you had on were thankfully far less scary than the ones Nick gave you. They were platform shoes, combat boots almost, adorned in gold chains that were meticulously placed as to not be trippable.
Levi looked very dapper, you had to look away from him, pretending it was just because of how Erwin situated you not because your face was heating up with every stuttered word you managed out. He had a jet-black pant suit and shirt that hugged him in all the right places, no doubt trying to show off his physique. He kept his shirt unbuttoned one too many buttons for you to able to feel sane. What is it with guys always looking good in full black? You wanted to hit Erwin for letting an outfit come into creation even though it was incredibly simple. Where his revealed chest was, showed a daisy chain necklace of black-eyed susans that you hadn’t put on yet, you almost thought they were real until Levi started complaining on how hard they were. Suspiciously, through the whole tailoring process, he avoided your eye the whole time when you did sneak a glance at him even though he’d seen you almost bare only a few days ago at home.
Home. It wouldn’t be home anymore no matter which one of you returned.
Levi was allowed to go before you, yours needing more adjustments as it was just a bit more elaborate, leaving you alone with Erwin. You liked Erwin, he was quite calm and calculated. Every movement and word that left him was purposeful and honest. He had a bunch of pins in his mouth, bushy eyebrows furrowed as he scouted every imperfection in his design.
“It must suck having to deal with Twelve as your first year usually,” you said.
Without looking up he replied, “I chose Twelve.”
“Why would you ever choose Twelve?”
“Every year,” he put in another pin, “The stylists watch the reapings and call dibs on which district they want. Most already have designs for most districts, or outfits that can adjust for each one. Sometimes multiple if they’re a workaholic. But as we went through you gut told you to wait. Everyone had already chosen theirs and when we got to yours a lot of people regretted that decision.” He chuckled to himself, reliving the memory. “The other stylists are quite jealous I got the pleasure of working with you two.”
“I’m glad we got you then.”
“I do like you two very much.”
“Even Levi?”
“Especially Levi.”
You laughed, forgetting you had to stay still and very thankful you didn’t get stabbed by a thousand needles. He watched you with a thin smile.
“What?” you asked, his gaze feeling inquisitory.
He started to shake his head but froze. “Make sure when you’re on stage, to talk about him.”
“Why?”
“You get a twinkle in your eye.” He didn’t explain any further and let you go after taking the dress off.
You met up with Levi and Hanji in the living room, the latter already ranting to the other. She looked up. “Oh good, you’re here. I have no idea how to save him.”
He leant back into the couch, arms crossed and frown ever prominent.
You tilted your head. “He can’t be that bad.”
“We practised and he immediately swore at me.”
“Ah.”
“I don’t know why this is all so important anyway,” he grumbled, “Why does how likable I am, have anything to do with how I’ll do in there.”
“Cause it gives them a reason to root for you,” Hanji sighed, “People don’t root for a boring asshole.”
“I’m not boring.” He didn’t waste time trying to debunk the second adjective.
“Look how about...” Hanji looked around the room before a light bulb moment happened and her eyes flew to you. “Just pretend you’re telling me or Erwin about her, just find one of us in the audience and tell us all about her.”
You looked down in your hands, hiding your face in embarrassment.
“Fine,” he said, his face still sour but his was voice considerably softer.
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You two rode down the elevator, your nails dug into your palms. Levi knocked his hand with yours, immediately making you loosen your grip. “You’ll be fine brat, you’re likable.”
“What, scared you won’t be?” you joked. He rolled his eyes, but he didn’t argue. You could tell it had been weighing on him all day, he was physically incapable of being anything but himself, but if he was unlikable, it could crash down on both of you. “You’ll be fine, Levi. I think you forget how cool you are.” He tched but pink dusted his cheeks at the compliment.
You stepped out into the corridor, a guard already waiting for you to direct you two where to go. You followed him silently and found yourselves at the back of the line of everyone. Every person you could see was shifting nervously, you swore people were less scared of going on stage than into the games. You could hear the ear-splitting crowd from here, Willy’s voice only barely drowning them out. You hoped the dramatic eyeliner on would hide the fear in your eyes.
A stage director came out and gestured for the first person to come. You took a deep breath as Annie walked out ahead, the first to go on. Her going first made any following acts a lot easier. She was cold and stoic despite being from One, so Willy would have a tough time with her, not to mention from what you could tell as you watched her shaking hands, she was not made to be in the spotlight.
The time flew by quickly, or least in comparison to the scoring yesterday. Unsurprisingly Reiner and Gabi were the crowd favourites, Reiner bringing his confidence and Gabi bringing her enthusiasm. District Two was well loved here. Sasha and Connie got a lot of the audience as well, both playing up humour which was unsurprising, even heckling each other on stage which got the crowd in stitches. Kaya was a pleasant guest to calm down the energy again, speaking softly and distinctly. Willy congratulated her on her score which got her beaming. You patted Niccolo on the back when he got sent out and tried your best to tune him out as he was painfully awkward for the first half, but as soon as he got prompted to talk about something he was passionate about, food, he became almost captivating to watch. Willy looked incredibly relieved. But that meant you were up next.
“Go time,” the staff ordered. You gave a last glance to Levi. From his spot leant on the wall, he looked you straight in the eye and nodded. You’ll be fine. You took a deep breath and stepped out onto the stage.
The crowd roared as soon as your foot was visible, practically deafening you. Without much thought you made your way to the couch next to Willy Tybur and tried not to trip on your own two feet as you did so. He welcomed you with open arms and guided you into sitting down. As much as Capitol citizens sucked, particularly the ones involved with Games, Willy did try and make each tribute shine as best he could. His electric blue hair stood against his white suit, making you two look like yin yang on stage with your full black getup. You heard a few whistles from the audience and held back the urge to flip them the finger.
“(y/n), what a pleasure it is to meet you,” Willy greeted.
“And likewise, Mr Tybur.”
“Oh please, call me Willy!”
The crowd laughed, what was so funny about you had no clue.
“Before we start, I must say, I do love your hair,” you complimented.
“Oh thank you! I just had it done today.”
“But I did think it was candy when I first saw it.”
He gasped dramatically. “Is it the blue?”
You nodded solemnly. “It’s the blue.” The crowd laughed at your two’s mock stoic faces.
“The question is, does it taste like it?”
You raised an eyebrow. “Well, there’s only one way to find out.” The crowd giggled as you hesitantly leant towards each other. You took a strand of his hair and took a fake bite, letting go and chewing, as if you were savouring the taste. “Hair, definitely hair.”
The crowd roared, Willy joining in. You were still jittery but at least they sounded as though they liked you.
“Now you made quite the impression at the reaping and at the parade and now here, I’ve got to guess that you’re quite popular at home. Have a boy that’s taken your heart?” He winked dramatically to the audience which got some laughs. You chuckled nervously, not wanting to say out loud what you thought the inside joke was in case it was wrong.
You scratched the back of your neck with the biggest smile you could manage. “No sorry, I haven’t really had a boyfriend or anything like that before, I haven’t had many people like me, I don’t think I were blessed with confidence for it anyway.”
“Maybe the boys thought you were already taken.” He raised an eyebrow which got another laugh from the audience. “I think a few of us assumed something might be brewing because of those flowers.” You flushed. “Has Levi had any luck with the girls?”
You rolled your eyes dramatically, very thankful to switch topic to something you could talk his ear off about. “You’d think so, wouldn’t you?”
He clapped his hands together excitedly. “Oh, please do tell.”
“He’s been popular at home since he started school, the amount of confessions I’ve walked in on is unbelievable.”
“But he’s never accepted them?”
“Never! If he tells you he hasn’t had the opportunity or people don’t like him, let it be known he is a full-blooded liar.”
Willy threw back his head and laughed, hand on his chest. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind. Now back to you, you received a ten in the scoring, I’m not saying I thought you were weak, but I certainly wasn’t expecting a score that high.”
“You wound me Willy,” that earned some more chuckles, “But I was surprised too don’t worry, I was just gunning for an eight if I’m honest.”
“That still means you were expecting a fairly high score, hmmm,” he looked you up and down suspiciously, “Have some hidden talents, do you?”
You grinned. “A few.”
“Oh, I wish I could ask you more, but we’re not allowed to talk about it aren’t we?”
You shook your head. “I’m afraid not, though I’m sure you’ll see why I got that score soon enough.” A few oo’s went around the audience.
“Well, I’m certainly excited to see. Isn’t everyone?” The crowd applauded and cheered; they really were just a living sound board. He turned back to you. “Now, I’m afraid this may sombre the mood, but what’s this up here?” Willy gestured up to the screen above you which showed you shaking your head frantically at the reaping as Hanji stood next to you fishing out a name for the boys. The clip replayed over and over thankfully, so you didn’t have to see how crestfallen you were only seconds after.
You swallowed, your face failing to hold the happy-go-lucky self you had just had on. “I was trying to tell Levi not to volunteer.”
The crowd awed.
“Had he told you? That he would volunteer if you were ever called?”
You shook your head. “When I saw his face I just… I just knew what he was going to do.”
“You could tell just from his face?”
“Yes, I’ve always been able to.”
You could see some members of the audience dabbing their eyes with handkerchiefs, the seat suddenly became extremely uncomfortable.
Willy took your hand in his, patting the top of yours as he looked to the audience with a sympathetic smile. “And now that he did volunteer, what’s your plan now?”
“To get him out, he shouldn’t even be here in the first place.” You could sense Levi wanting to argue with you from the corridor. How he could argue against something like that you couldn’t be sure, but he would certainly try. “But even though I want to punch him for coming,” you nearly cracked a grin, “If I was betting, my money would be on him.”
The timer went off and the audience cheered, giving a huge applause as Willy brought you to your feet so you could courtesy. The sound echoed in your skull even after you had walked up and sat next to Niccolo on the right of the stage.
“And now with that warm pre-introduction can we now give a welcome to our last tribute, Levi Ackerman!”
He walked slowly on to the stage, no doubt just trying to lessen the amount of time he had to talk as much as he could, but it just made him look like some suave bad boy. You had to hold back giggles as the crowd wooed him. That black shirt was doing wonders. Levi finally sat down, almost going to cross his arms, but Nick had drilled into him that doing that would not be accepted, even from him. Instead, he put them on the arms rests, like he was being strapped in to be tortured. He avoided looking at the audience at all costs, leaving him to just accidentally glare at Willy. Thankfully, Willy seemed to be used to this kind of guest and immediately cut out any possible light-hearted script he had previously thought of. You wondered if Hanji let it slip to him what sort of questions to ask.
“So, Levi,” Willy started, “Your district partner has already told us quite a bit about you. She’s painted you in quite a good light. But first I want to get into your score. An eleven! That’s quite a feat, I can’t even recall the last time someone got one.”
Levi shrugged. “Just a score.” That got some chuckles from the audience. Just a score, you say that when you get a five not an eleven Levi. You hoped sponsors were leaning forward in their seats.
“Just a score! Just a score! You’re certainly a confident one Levi,” Willy laughed, “You’ll be a force to reckon with.”
Levi shrugged again, this time a small smirk appearing. “We’ll see.” You swore you heard a few girls squeal, you squeezed your eyes shut. Calm down, not the place to be jealous.
“Now, am you right in thinking you and your district partner are close?” Willy asked, Levi nodded, shifting in his seat, “What’s life like for you two at home?”
“Well,” he glanced to you behind him, you gave him two discreet thumbs up, “We’ve lived with each other for the past while. We used to live with our two other friends too but they… Anyway yeah, we’ve lived with each for the past few years.”
Willy gave a look to the audience, eliciting some chuckles. “Lived together, hmmm, are you more than just roommates?”
“She’s my best friend,” he answered simply. It shouldn’t have made your heart swell, but it did.
“Now just before, (y/n) talked to us about the reaping.” The crowd quietened; a cough could be heard from the back row. “That was very brave of you to volunteer.”
Levi cut him off. “It wasn’t.”
Willy looked dumbfounded; whispers shot through the watchers. Willy calmed himself. “When you heard her name called, what was running through your mind?”
Levi was silent for a while. “As soon as I heard, I knew I had volunteer, there wasn’t another choice for me.”
“Is there a reason she’s special to you?”
He clicked his tongue like he’d asked the most obvious question he’d ever heard. “Because she’s her.” The crowd awed. “She can be selfless to a fault, especially when it comes to me. I haven’t really done anything to deserve it, I don’t really know why she stuck around if I’m honest.”
You shook your head; it was the other way around. A camera caught you for sure, but you didn’t care.
“Stuck around?” Willy probed further.
“My…my mother and her parents passed away around the same time,” the crowd let out some cries, “I was a huge fucking asshole,” you could practically hear Nick weeping to himself over the swear word, “I’d pick a fight with anyone that looked at me wrong, well I haven’t changed much in that respect, I just wasn’t a good person. But she came over to me, even though she was grieving twice as much as me, and just stuck around, not letting me push her away at all. It was annoying at the start but…”
“Not annoying enough to not admit to yourself that you liked her company?” Willy finished.
Levi nodded. “She’s kept me alive for the past few years, it’s time for me to do the same.”
The buzzer sounded, and the crowd sulked, begging for more. You were grateful, had it gone on any longer you might have cried. Levi walked over to find his seat next to you, you couldn’t take your eyes off him. He spared you a glance but looked away immediately.
“What?” he muttered.
You didn’t have a reply.
You went back to the penthouse and Hanji sent you both off to get changed out of your clothes before requesting you guys to the living room. She directed you to sit down and you both did so with no complaints. She looked into her clasped hands as you two shifted nervously. She looked like she couldn’t believe what she was thinking.
“I’m…” she began, “I’ve been thinking about it a lot and I’m going to give you two the advice that is usually the one thing you are not mean to do.” She looked up intensely, her eyebrows furrowed and face stoic. “I want you two to go into the cornucopia.”
You were both taken aback, taking a minute to digest those words. It was the golden rule that anyone that wasn’t a career took very seriously. Going into the cornucopia was a death wish for most people, it’s a great way to get killed within the first two minutes as everyone rushes the weapons. Levi kneaded his palm with his fist, neither of you were sure what to think. Going into the cornucopia meant you were screwed short term, but not going meant you were usually screwed long term. You can survive a few days without weapons through just hiding and running, but if you’re in the final few that’s not how you win unless you’re gifted with a miracle.
“I have a feeling that this arena will be harder than usual. Levi, you’re faster right?” Levi nodded. “I want you to go into the weapons, I want (y/n) to go to the supplies around the edge.”
“Absolutely not,” you stood up, “You’re not putting Levi in the middle of a death trap.” Levi looked to the ground.
Hanji, feeling the tension building, muttered a quick “I’ll leave you guys to talk” and escaped.
“I’ll do it,” he muttered.
You turned to him with wide eyes. “Huh?”
He reluctantly looked up. “We can’t deal with Reiner and the rest of them unarmed. I have a feeling they’ll either stay clear of us or gun for us first. We’ll die if it’s the latter.”
“But you- I just,” you tangled your hands in your hair, tempted to pull chunks out to just let your frustration have some sort of outlet, “You’re not even meant to be here. I’m not letting you get fucking killed.”
His face softened. “Brat calm down. I can handle it.”
“But I,” you forced back tears, your voice went to a whisper, “I can’t.” You sat back down again, your head in your hands trying to hide the tears that wanted to fall to the floor between your fidgeting feet. “I… You have this desire to put yourself in danger and I don’t know what I’ll do if you actually get hurt.”
You heard him shuffle next to you and then saw his feet in front of yours. “Look at me (y/n).” You hesitantly did as you were told, lifting your head to see him crouched before you. “Look…” he tried to find the words. “As fucked as it is, we’re probably going to get hurt whether we go in or not, one of us will be killed whether we go in or not. It’ll be the same outcome no matter what we do, and maybe even worse.”
Slowly he grabbed your hand delicately and held it between his. “We’ll be alright brat.” You wanted to look away, but his steel eyes were locked onto yours and wouldn’t let go. You didn’t want to lose him, the thought of him dying in the first few minutes and leaving you alone for the rest of the time was mortifying, though the chance of him actually dying like that was lower than you wanted to admit.
“Okay,” you breathed, “We’ll go in, but if when we get in it looks bad, we have to be ready to change plans.”
He clicked his tongue but didn’t argue.
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It was the last night, the last night. Tomorrow you might be dead or a murderer, and Levi might be too. You wandered to his room, like the nights before, not needing to knock. Quietly as a mouse you snuck into his sheets, you felt his breath caress your face and looked up into his piercing grey eyes.
“I’m sorry I got mad at you before,” you whispered. He just shook his head. “I’m just scared.”
“I know.”
“I’m just scared I’ll lose you,” you leant your forehead into his chest, “I don’t what I’d do if I did.”
He cupped your head and pushed you closer, your legs glanced off each other. You gripped onto his shirt tightly, holding on for dear life. You hadn’t even realised you were shaking so bad. His rested his chin on top of your head, smoothing out your hair with his hand. You held back a sob.
“We’ll be alright brat,” he muttered, “We’ve always managed, we’ll be alright.”
Neither of you believed that but you didn’t have any other choice to believe in those words anyway. It’ll be okay, it has to be.
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The next morning the light snuck in past the blinds, casting light rays on the both of you. It painted his sleeping face beautifully. His arm was still under your neck, his other wrapped around your waist. It was a miracle you could move your head back even a centimetre to look at him. Slowly, you ran a thumb across his cheek, it was impossibly soft and smooth, he must have taken advantage of every hygiene product he’d found since you two got here, you thought with a chuckle.
Footsteps starting getting closer to the door and you quickly shut your eyes. Please don’t take you away from him you begged. The door creaked open, spilling the light from the corridor in. You breathed slow and paced.
“They’re still asleep,” Erwin whispered. It was silent for a moment.
“We don’t have to leave yet,” Hanji said, “Give them a few more minutes of peace.”
The door shut and your eyes flew open, though to your horror you were met with open grey ones. You prayed that he had only just woken up, not before you caressed him. He thankfully made no indication that he knew. His eyes raked your face up and down, like he was making sure to memorise every part of it, in case he couldn’t see it anymore. He sat up and pulled you up with him. Your hands sat snug in his, his thumb brushed over the back of them.
You held back your blush as much as you could. “Hey,” you said softly.
“Hi, brat.”
“Today’s really the day huh?” he nodded. “Are we going to be okay?”
“As long as it’s not some shitty plan, we’ll be alright. I trust Hanji knows what she’s doing on the outside.”
You nodded. “Time to get up?”
“Not yet,” he muttered. You looked at him in shock but said nothing and he just played with your hands. He inspected every finger, every fingernail, the lines of your palm, detailing it all to memory. Each touch sparked electricity between you, making you flustered again at his delicate touch. When he had gone through your right hand he looked up to your again, and deep into your eyes, memorising the exact shading and tone of your irises. When he got to his feet, pulling you off the bed, one hand still encased in his, you wished you had taken the time to memorise him too.
Breakfast was a quiet endeavour, your hand stayed laced in his under the table. No one mentioned anything about it. Nick gave you both a teary goodbye when you left, you had no idea he harboured that many feelings for you two, maybe it was just for once he realised that he was saying goodbye to people who were going to die.
You only had to take the elevator one floor up to the roof. Waiting for you two was the hovercrafts, guarded by too many people to be deemed necessary. You split off from Erwin and Hanji without a word and went into the tribute one while they went to the other. Your hands stayed interlaced when you walked through the open hatch. You waved quickly to Sasha and Connie who waved back with a strained smile. Next to them, Niccolo was trying to calm down Kaya who looked apprehensive of flying but he looked even worse. Your fingers were forced to leave each other when you had to buckle into the remaining seats. His fingers brushed the tips of yours before departing.
The hatched closed up with a bang and the whirring of the rotary blades started, lifting everyone into the air.
As soon as the hovercraft was stable, a woman started walking around, one by one she went to each of the seated tributes and stuck a needle into their arm. Each winced, trying to not let their discomfort show. Eventually she made her way over to you.
“What’s that?” Levi questioned.
The woman lifted your arm and stuck in the huge injector. “Tracker.” You shook out your arm when she was done, getting rid of the weird feeling. Levi took it as well, not even flinching as it inserted itself into his skin.
The flight over was quick and quiet, even Sasha and Connie remained silent for the duration of it. Your hand had found his again somewhere halfway through. He laced his fingers with yours, letting your hands bounce on the metal chair from the turbulence.
The hover craft landed, and the systems turned off. A large smack was heard on the other side of the hatch and it promptly opened. Some officers with guns were ready on either side of the opening. It always occurred to you that a group at some point must have attempted to make a run for it, especially at this point. You all might even be able to do it, but you weren’t risking having a bullet between your eyes.
Everyone unbuckled themselves, your hands quickly found each other again. His palm on yours was a lifeline at this point. You two followed behind everyone else, Sasha and Connie in front. In groups of six you all got on little carts, you two ended up on one with the four people you liked thankfully. The ride was silent, Sasha and Connie didn’t say a word, looking stoic, Niccolo and Kaya just fidgeted. You all winded through the building’s unorganised infrastructure, hoping the driver didn’t know where he was going. But he knew it like the back of his grey glove.
Everyone ended up in a circular corridor, doors leading into the same central spot it seemed. Each had a sign above the doorway reading a district and male or female. They were randomly ordered it seemed.
You all hopped off the cart and peered around cautiously, mentors were waiting for their tributes to lead them in. Erwin stood out quite obviously from everyone else, you two didn’t have two mentors like most other districts did so Erwin was your two’s substitute. The other four spotted their mentors quickly and waved.
You turned to them all, this would be the last time you’d likely see each other in this life, or at least on peaceful terms. “I’ll see you guys on the other side I guess,” you said. They gave you a smile, the last ones you might ever see.
“It was good knowing you all,” Sasha said, “In another life yeah?” You all nodded, even Levi. Sasha pulled you into a hug, almost crushing your lungs with love. “I’m sorry you have to go through this too,” she whispered in your ear. You looked to Connie over her shoulder, she looked to Levi. You two understood the pain the other was about to endure.
“I’m sorry for anything I have to do.”
She shook her head. “I understand, likewise.”
She let you go and gave you one last pure smile before they all split up, each giving a wave goodbye. Levi rubbed your shoulder, you inhaled sharply. You didn’t have time to cry.
“Well then,” you exhaled, “It’s time to go.”
You pulled him into a hug, squeezing him tight, wanting to imprint himself on your body. He hid his eyes under his undercut. You let go, and held him at arm’s length, giving him one last smile. As you turned to leave, he yanked on your hand and pulled you back into his arms, his biceps trapping you. You stiffened initially from surprise before melting into it. Your foreheads rested on the other’s shoulder, your feet swaying you two side to side. It didn’t matter that people were watching.
“Don’t die,” he whispered. You nodded firmly.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
You two rose your heads and looked each other in the eye, it felt like the moment for a goodbye kiss but that wasn’t on the table. For better or for worse. He swallowed, taking once last look at you before jogging after Erwin who was waiting for him. You took a deep breath, watching his back disappear into a room, and turned to follow Hanji.
She shut the door behind you two, the room was bare except for a pile of folded clothes on a chair and a little corner room that held a bathroom. And of course, right in the middle was a giant glass tube you were going to be sent up in. She handed by the clothes, the jacket and pants were sandy and surprising light and breathable. The tank top was black and simple, tight enough where you could still breath but not need to worry about fabric rippling in the wind.
“Erwin snuck a glance at the clothes before,” Hanji spoke, handing over the pair of shoes, “We both reckon desert.”
You swallowed and made your way into the bathroom, leaving it open a crack so you could still hear and talk to her as you changed. “So, what does that mean for us?”
“Well, I’m guessing water will be hard to get, I doubt you’ll get it in the cornucopia or from any rain or rivers around. Not to mention it’ll be hot as balls all the time, so there’s going to have to be shelter of some sort. Deaths through heatstroke aren’t fun to watch.”
You nodded even though she couldn’t see you, getting on your pants. “Anything else?”
“There might be things in the sand if there’s space for it so watch your step. Make sure you don’t trip in it either, sand is a pain to run in.”
You slid on the tank top. “I’ve never been to the beach before.”
“It’s like mud but not sticky.”
You stepped out, now fully dressed. Hanji stepped forward and zipped up your jacket. “Any last advice?”
She stared at you, pouting her lips. “Yeah actually, I really think you should tell him.”
You ran your fingers over your face. “Hanji one of us is going to die in there, probably both of us. I don’t want his last thought of me being that he wished I didn’t tell him.”
“What if… what if it’s reciprocated?” You weren’t about to let some impossible hypotheticals get to you.
“That’s… that’s even worse. Our last thoughts would be what could have been.” She sighed but said nothing else.
“Talking about Levi though,” you began, “If we get separated during it, send sponsors to him not me.” You turned towards the tube, running your hand over its surface.
“No.”
You whipped around. “What do you mean no?”
“I mean it’s bold of you to assume he hasn’t asked that of me already.”
You huffed. “You send the sponsors to the person most likely to win, we both know that’s him.”
“Do we?” She looked down at you, you’d never seen her more serious. “None of us know what’s going to happen when you two step into that arena. I will send them to whoever needs them and that’s it.”
You grumbled but a sudden beep interrupted your sulk.
“Tribute, please step into the pod, you have one minute remaining. Penalties shall apply if not followed,” the digital voice said. Suddenly breathing became an impossible task.
“Holy shit Hanji, holy shit.”
She stepped forward quickly and put her hands on your shoulders. “You’ll be alright, you and Levi will be fine. But first you need to step into here.” You let her direct you into the opening of the pod, you felt the walls around you to attempt to ground yourself, but it just felt suffocating. “Look at me.” You looked up; you were sure you seemed terrified. She sucked in a breath. “Just look for Levi when you get up, that’s all you need to do okay?” You nodded quickly.
“Ten seconds remaining,” the speakers droned,
“Thank you, Hanji, for everything,” you said.
She shook her head. “Thank you. You’ll hear from you soon alright? Stay safe.”
The door slid across in front of her, cutting you two apart. You placed your hand up to the glass and she returned the gesture. She nodded to you. Slowly the tube began to rise, and her hand and face were gone from your vision.
The light was blinding when the hatch above you opened, it took you five seconds to just get your bearings. Hanji and Erwin were right, the sand around you threatened to blow into your eyes. You peered around and saw to your surprise that you were in what looked like an abandoned city. The sky was broken up by the tops of huge sandstone towers, all evenly spaced from each other. They looked like they went on for forever. The cornucopia in front of you was a great black metal stain on the landscape, disturbing the consistency of the scenery.
You looked to your left and saw everyone else. You were all in a little semicircle, each on your own little platforms, you were right on the tail end of it. Dotted between everyone and the cornucopia was little circular concrete platforms like lily pads to make it easier to run. Next to you, about fifteen metres away, was some girl you had never bothered to learn the name of. She was already facing into the city, ready to leg it when the timer counted down. You squinted your eyes and held up your hand to see through the light, trying to find Levi. Panic had nearly begun to set in when you recognised his black hair, he was already looking at you. He cocked his head towards the cornucopia. You followed his eyes and realised with frustration that Hanji’s plan wasn’t going to work.
Usually, all the weapons were concentrated in the centre, with supplies filling the space between. But it seemed this year they wanted to cause chaos. They were all completely spread from each other, and there was barely anything to even begin with. Backpacks were metres away from swords, sleeping bags close to a bag of apples. But there was hardly anything so it seemed everyone could get one thing each at best. Near Levi was a hooked sword that had his name all over it, and near you was a conveniently placed pile of throwing knives. They were deeper in than you two were planning for you to go in, but it was a gift that you couldn’t give up.
You looked back to Levi and he instantly knew what you were thinking. He shook his head furiously. Don’t you dare.
You nodded. Plans change Levi.
Not like this. Don’t be fucking stupid.
You turned away, getting him out of your sight. I’m sure he was close to yelling at you.
10 the screen above the cornucopia lit up, a big boom accompanying it. It started counting down.
9
8
You leant forward, ready to run.
7
6
You glued your eyes on the clear path in front of you.
5
4
You looked to Levi, making eye contact.
2
Don’t you dare die, brat.
You better not either dumbass.
1
A piercing boom filled the air and you all sprinted. You hopped from circle to circle as fast as you could, scooping up a backpack as you did, throwing it on to your back quickly. You didn’t dare take your eyes off the knives, if you looked back too soon, you were dead. You hooked them quickly into hands, one slipped and fell into the sand. You cursed, your breath and hands shaking, your heartbeat in your throat.
You scanned your surroundings for any danger and just saw chaos. People were running and shouting everywhere, swords clanged against each other, mixing together into a deafening cacophony. No one was near you, but it meant they were concentrated where Levi was. You picked up the fallen knife and held it at the ready, searching through the crowd to find the black undercut.
You found him, already halfway to you. His sword swung in his hand; a backpack held over his shoulder. A figure stepped near him and he instantly struck down, not sparing them a glance. They fell a sack behind him. You hoped he didn’t hear the body fall; he didn’t need to know, but a canon sounded off to let him know what he did.
Our eyes met; relief filled his pupils. You started to smile when you spotted a person behind him, drawing a bow, arrow in place to shoot him straight through the head. You swung your hand forward, he ducked, letting it fly cleanly over him and stick into the head of the shooter. It made a dull thunk sound and the body fell into the sand, instantly lost to the chaos. A canon sounded clear in the air.
You’d lost a knife, goddamnit, you had begun to think. Wait, you just. You just killed someone. Oh god, oh dear god. You froze, your mouth agape in a useless and silent apology. You just ended someone’s life.
Levi sped past you, grabbing onto your hand and pulling you with him. You two ran through the lines of buildings, twisting and turning around corners to lose anyone that might have seen you, sticking the walls to blend in as much as possible. You two breathed harshly from the heat, running and pure shock. You had no time to stop and calm down.
You had already been running for five minutes when you realised the person you killed was Sasha.
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To Eternal Bliss, I’m so Glad to Know (ModernAU!Hidan x Reader)
The Rats 1k event prompt: Street racer x Hidan
A/N: hey.. aha.. how y'all doing.. hum so i haven't been doing great, I think that is evident through my inactivity on this blog, but that being said i am in a bit of a better place now. i finally have some time to myself and i intend to put that towards my 900 follower event. Enjoy this wonderful piece of modern racer Hidan that strayed into crazy murder himbo I love car man Hidan.
Title inspired by: this song.
MAJOR TWs: smut, harassment (brief, undescriptive), uhm murter, reckless driving, lots of mentions of and contemplations of death. You are a literal accomplice to murter. Reader is confused. But.. It’s not supposed to be gory and dark, I kinda wanted it to just be stupid and reflect a himbo hidan as much as I could. Last like 6 paragraphs aren’t edited.
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You shouldn’t be in a criminals car, much less in the middle of a police chase and much much less be falling in love with him.
 His silver hair flashes wildly in the occasional flicker of red and blue lights, teeth bared; he was making that face again. That one he had when he first met you, lips curled and canines showing. It looked like he was in pain. It was just because he was actually trying to use his brain, you think. He grips the wheel tightly, the whites of his pale knuckles glowing as he swerves onto one of the busiest city streets you know. 
Barely avoiding a collision with a distinct yellow blur you could barely classify as a taxi, he continued to speed through the lanes, horns blaring and merging into the sound of the wailing sirens quickly approaching. Another sharp turn onto a slightly less busy road had your body slamming against the console, leaning close to Hidan. Your eyes stray from the window and onto his face, unable to hear what he is saying, you make out the movement of his lips:
shit,shit,shiiit 
The tires screeched as he fumbled around with the controls, sending the car into a full 180 and narrowly avoiding a police car sacrificing its auto body in favour of capturing Jashin. That was real close call, just scratching the side of the passenger door, but you wouldn't know; you were still watching your boyfriends features as he speeds off down another dirty alley. 
You were pretty sure that one day you were going to die trapped in Hidans little metal box.. A distant part of you wanted to throw up when you realized you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Sure, he was obnoxiously annoying in the most serious of times and incredibly oblivious when you desperately needed him to get a clue. I mean fuck, it felt like despite his adolescent years of elementary and secondary school (which you’re not even sure he attended) his brain only had the capacity to process two things. The first being lewd shit and the second would be the gas pedal... and maybe half a braincell was in there thinking of you, but probably only of you in your panties or something really shallow like that. 
You really shouldn’t love him. 
Barrelling down the alley he randomly slammed the breaks down, the lack of warning sending you flying forward. Bracing yourself to be slammed into the front of car, but just when you thought you were going to break your nose Hidan reversed, sending your body backwards instead. You yelped and he sent you a stupid little apologetic curl of his lip before twisting his body, hand coming to your chair for support as he sped the car backwards through the trash littered street. You didn't understand why he suddenly changed his mind about the direction until a few seconds later when a black and white cop car swerved down the alley in the direction you were back pedalling from. Hidan must have known they were going to try and cut his route off.    
  At the sight of the police vehicle your boyfriend impulsively slammed the breaks, rolling his window down and leaning his head out of it, “Ha, you stupid fucks think you could catch Jashin with some lame shit like that? I could smell that from a mile away!” From your boyfriends childish tone you predicted he was going to blow a raspberry, but the sound of speeding tires approaching quickly stopped him. Sirens blaring, the police car sped its way forward. 
“Oh fuck.” Hidan sped Jashin backwards again. 
  You remembered the first time you met Jashin.
  It was late that night, you were making your long trek home after a disastrous closing shift. You were tired. So fucking tired. You never would have taken that shortcut if you weren’t truly physically drained. As you made your way briskly through that musky trash infested canal, you were stopped by a man who smelled just as intensely as the alley itself. It was so much so that you had thought that perhaps it was the mans smell that was so potent and not the space itself. 
  Defining what the source of that smell was wasn’t important though, not when he was coming straight at you with barred, yellow teeth. You didn't know what to do and to be fair, what the fuck were you supposed to do? He was yelling something, you couldn't hear it over the thrashing of your erratic heartbeat.  Were you going to die? You were so fucking tired. 
Maybe you should run.
  You didn’t though. Didn’t have the energy. So you let the man come face to face with your figure, grabbing at the lapels of your coat and screaming. His breath was unbearable and you thought you were going to pass away just from the smell as opposed to actually being murdered. Although you suppose this could probably qualify for a murder, his breath was most definitely a weapon. But despite his shouts being directly at you, his humid breath spraying across your face as his chest constantly heaved, you couldn't understand what he was saying. 
“Jashin! Jashin is coming!” 
  What the fuck was Jashin? Could you still not hear him? He was probably sick. You were tired. So you continued to let him shake your form. Was he going to kill you or just ask for some money?
  Thats when a beast of sleek red metal swerved down the alley, trampling over peeled open garbage bags and beer bottles, approaching you with each sound of a crinkled can. It was gunning straight towards the man who was backing you up against the wall, he was frothing and screaming at the sight and the next moment the hood of the car slammed into his form. Despite your close proximity to the man, you were left barely unscathed and a little bit disappointed.  
  The scene laid frozen for a good thirty seconds: the man unconscious on the floor, your unsteady breathing and the window of the car rolling down. It inched back to reveal a man about your age - which made him just barely a man - with silver slicked back hair, barred teeth and knitted eyebrows. 
“Shit.” 
  You just stared at him, backpack beginning to slide down your shoulders. He stared back at you, waiting to see what your next move was going to be. You didn’t have one. 
  “...If it makes you feel any better, douchebag deserved it.” The man said a few minutes later, he clearly wasn't expecting the crumpled body on the floor to have tried to seek out help, let alone from a cute girl. He smoothed his hair back. 
   His crappy attempt to seduce you didn't work and nor did his equally crap words of consolation, you were tired. This whole situation was even more tiring. You just wanted to sleep. 
  “I won't tell anyone, if you just drive me home.”
  He clearly wasn't expecting that, you could tell that from the pained look intensifying on his face and his little choked gasp. A few moments later it released like an elastic band snapping and his features set into a smug smirk. A cute girl who wasn’t gonna snitch on him?
  “You’re not going to question the fact that I just hit someone with my car? Is it cause I'm so fucking sex-” 
  You weren’t listening, walking over the heap of a body and around the car into the passenger seat. The contrasting smell of vanilla and cigarettes clouded your senses as you clicked your seatbelt into place - noticing his lack of one in the process.
You hated that your face was burning up as you spoke. “I live a few blocks away.” 
For a while you were sure that this was the first girl Hidan had ever had in his car. It was obvious that he was freaking out, maybe if he didn’t hit people in alleyways and then blamed your silence on the fact that he was so fucking sexy, then maybe he would be able to talk to more.
  He tried to blab to you the whole way to your apartment accidentally making wrong turns to try and extend the length of your stay. He told you about that man in the alley, said something about how he totally fucked him over in some black market shit for auto parts. Said his enemy, - he stressed this word very intensely - Shikamaru probably put him up to it. Nobody messes with Jashin goddamit, I fucking hate that guy. It was a shit justification for murder no doubt, there is never a good reason to hit someone with a car, but you supposed your indifference wasn't any better. 
  You stole a couple glances at him every now and then, when his eyes took a break from darting back and fourth between your thighs, your face and the road. He had a sharp jaw, pretty cheekbones, gelled back hair with small strands escaping every so often - causing him to brush them back when too many tickled his forehead - his lashes were long and his eyes so pretty so in the dim light of the empty city streets. His teeth were straight and sharp canines peeked out whenever he sent you a suggestive smirk.
You also spent an unbelievably long time watching his fingers maneuver the steering wheel, the way his hands flexed with a certain turn. The veins of his forearms travelling underneath his leather jacket pushed up at the elbows, his jeans were all worn out and faded and his shoes looked like they were about to fall apart, it was a big difference in comparison to the well kept state of his handsome car.
  When he finally made it to your complex after running out of roads to take wrong turns down, he looked at you like a lost puppy, rolling the passenger window down to call out to you as you opened the lobby doors. “So I’ll meet you out here tomorrow then? Say, around 9?” 
  You turned to look at him confusedly, inquiring as to why he would be picking you up when you made no reservations to see him again, why would you want to see your accomplice in a murder ever again? But he was already speeding off before you got the chance. 
At least you could finally go to sleep.
The next day he was outside your apartment fifteen past nine, blaring his horn as he maneuvered his upper body to hover out the window of his lovely Jashin. You were nestled on your couch, staring at the blue light of the TV screen in your dark apartment desperately trying to avoid the textbook glowering at you from the coffee table.
‘Cute kitten saved from tree’ was sprawled across the bottom of your television in bold letters as a perky blonde read off the little cue cards in her hand. You’d been watching the news all day, waiting for the red breaking news! To slice across the screen and read out the description of a crippled homeless gambler found dead in an alley, but it never came.
It mad you feel a little angry when you realized his death wasn’t going to be announced and you knew there was no way it hadn’t been discovered yet. Then you sat startled at the realization that you didn’t feel anything towards what happened. That the anger you felt in wanting it to be so desperately displayed on the news was because you hoped you would feel something then.
The sound of Hidans car horn threw you out of your thoughts as you jumped like a frightened cat to the window. Peeling back the curtain you were surprised to see that blood stained blotch on the road with a lavender haired boy peeking out, baring his teeth.
You contemplated staying inside, he didn’t know your apartment number, but you knew that he definitely wouldn’t stop blaring the horn if you didn’t. His hand was undeniably laying flat against the centre of he wheel as he continued to sound out, you heard someone yell for him to fucking shut up. Hidan continued as if he didn’t hear. It kind of flattered you.
You wanted to vomit.
You took the stairs.
It was the beginning of winter when you finally let Hidan fuck you. You were in some parking lot lined with pitch black shops on a Sunday night. Everyone closed early going home to their families, except the two of you of course.
It was odd being with him for this long. One outing turned into another and then another, before you knew it he was picking you up every night at nine -sometimes fifteen minutes passed,- blaring his horn excitedly as he peeked out his car.
He told you it was the perfect place to do donuts, didn’t you want to do donuts? You did. It was the beginning of winter. It was icy. His idea was incredibly fucking stupid. But you agreed because maybe you’d skid on the ice and smash into a store, get crushed by the crumbling debris..
There was little snowflakes hitting the windows of Jashin as you two sat parked in the middle of the deserted lot.
“You ready? Oh you’re gonna love this, babe.”
He grinned as your face heated up at the name, you always got all flustered whenever he said anything like that. It made him feel giddy. His long fingers start Jashin up, moving to clutch the wheel as the car thrums to life.
When he makes the first swerve with his car, he turns his head to watch your body all stiff and frightened. It was funny. He laughed as your face twisted into an even more flustered one - if that was possible. God, you were always such a hard ass at the beginning of the night, but when he dropped you off outside your apartment early into the morning he always made sure to leave you with a little smile on your face. Even now, this early into the night he could see the beginnings of one.
He twisted the wheel again and your body flew to the left, smooshing into the console and the surprised laugh that left your mouth had his guts twisting. He wanted to hear it again. Your walls always fell when he did stupid shit like this. You were kinda fucked up now that he thought about it. Always getting all giggly when you should probably be screaming at him to be more careful for fucks sake! But you never did and he loved that about you. Just as fucked as he was.
“Hey babe, babe! This one’ll be good. Watch, watch.” He gripped the wheel again and grinded his sneaker into the gas, the first skid across asphalt was intentional, but when he tried to regain the reigns of his dark red beast it began to thrash out of his control.
Goddamn ice patch.
The car twisted, screeched and burned into the pavement for a good twenty seconds and when he was sure you should be screaming because I mean come on, that was fucking scary, he heard silence.
As the car came to a complete stop and your body was once again flung against the console, he turned to you. He thinks he was gonna ask if you were okay but he couldn’t remember because the next moment you were grabbing tufts of his gelled hair and sucking his face off.
He loved every second of it. The amount of times he’d tried to get his dick wet with you before was astronomical, but you’d always tell him no and he would pout like a dog. But hey, now you’re shoving your tongue down his throat like a dog so he settled on the idea that good things do come to people who wait.
The reason you decided to do it then was blurry. One moment his car was skidding around the parking lot and you were laughing and thinking of the chance of death and the next second it spat onto your tongue and you realized you didn’t want it anymore.
Like that first time you slid into his car, as you kissed him now you tasted contrasting flavours. Mint and cigarettes. For a moment you thought you were going to pull away, but you felt the sudden need to drink all of it. To somehow understand why you felt like you were burning from the inside.
It was his fault really. Hidan made you feel less tired, if that was a good way to put it. You started looking forward to things after you two met and eventually you actually started to feel a bit more deeply for poor crumpled man in the alley. It felt as if you’re body was being thawed out by this silver haired idiot who was groping for the clasp of your bra underneath your shirt.
So you climbed over the console, fumbling with the side of his chair to pull his seat back as you began to strip off your top in haste. You unbuttoned his jeans and slid down to the space between his leg, choking and drooling all over his cock because when you did you felt all these funny emotions bubbling in your body, you felt alive.
He was a loud mouth when you had his dick down your throat, groaning and saying the dumbest, lewdest shit his sex wired brain could think of. You know how many times he’s thought of this? You feel so good, you feel so good. God this is so good, Jashin probably loves it too... We should fuck on the hood of the car next. Long slender fingers guided your head up and down him as he began to twitch thrust his hips upwards, finally spill into your mouth. Douchebag didn’t let your head go and you felt some of his juices dribble down your tongue.
“Swallow it, swallow it while my dicks still in your mouth... Atta girl, you’re so good. So greedy..”
And you swallowed it all, he hoisted you back onto his lap and pushed your skirt up. He was whispering all this perverted stuff in your ear and your mouth fell open against his neck. Words making you flush fiercely and slowly grind your hips against him. You stopped him when he was beginning to shove your panties down your thighs, though.
For the first time you felt small in comparison to him as you met his eyes. He stopped his movement seeming like he was going to say something too, but you cut him off.
“- Hidan... I’ve never done it before.”
He stares at you all wide eyed before laughing and for a second and you think about getting out of his car and walking home because that’s such a douchebag thing to do, but then he surprises you.
“Me too, I was just about to say.. but I mean it can’t be hard right? Well, I am hard,” he laughed and you found yourself huffing a small giggle at his stupid joke, good mood returning as he continued, “I was just gonna go with what I seen in hentais.” That explained his dirty talk.
It was pretty good for your first time though. Ideally not the best place to have sex, you kept hitting your head and he couldn’t quite get his hips thrusting at a good pace with the confined space, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care because it was Hidan and you think you just might be in love with him.
That’s why you don’t say anything when a few weeks later you see “Shikamaru Nara, infamous street racer found dead in a back alley crash.” flashing across your tv screen.
You don’t comment, just give a little understanding hum when Hidan calls you and tells you he can’t pick you up tonight babe, or for a few nights, Jashin needs some repairs..
It’s why now, as he speeds through the streets recklessly with your bags in the trunk and the sound of sirens ringing in your ears that you feel tears prick your eyes. You wish you could have told him to be more careful, that he shouldn’t have done what he did without planning it. Something, anything.. it’s too late now. But he’s not to blame.
You think it’s your fault, really.
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naraliven · a month ago
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Tokyo Revengers —
PARTY AU
Scenario : Emma decided to throw a party with Toman and you invited. Let’s just say that things don’t go as smooth as planned.
Idea from : @/ana sano
Warnings : none just pure crack
Genre : fluff, crack
ENJOY !!
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So this all began when Emma decided to throw a party. It was held at the Sano household, or more specifically, Mikey’s place. He lived in a garage so you wondered how the toman members were going to survive in such a small space.
Anyway, the party started at 6 pm so they could stay up until midnight. Best believe that no one came prepared but you. Mikey was already asleep on Draken’s back but ended up drop kicking the taller one when he saw his favorite food on the table. May God bless his fertility.
That was only the tip of the ice berg.
Smiley and Angry came next with their food. Angry brought some desserts from a popular dessert shop. As for his brother..
Is that a chilli tree?
“Smiley..what is that?”
“Nature”
Well your mom did say you should be one with nature. Moving on, let’s talk about Baji and Chifuyu who came together. Obviously they brought Peyoung yakisoba. But one problem was..why was there a moving truck at the front?”
“Baji, how much did you bring?”
“Two”
“Two?”
“Two thousand”
You didn’t want to ask how they got the money. Probably stole it from the Black Dragons. You’d think that he’d refrain from stealing, well, anything for food. Chifuyu was busy loading in the yakisoba. The party looked like Emma invited noodles instead of humans.
Draken made himself at home and was trying to control a wild Mikey who was trying to marry the homemade dorayaki and taiyaki you made. You made enough for everyone but in seconds they disappeared like your will to live.
“THE WEDDING HAS STARTED”
“I AM NOT ATTENDING A BABY SHOWER FOR BREAD”
“IT’S MY WIFE”
Mitsuya desperately tried to reason with Hakkai who drank some juice that Smiley said had alcohol to prank him. He acted drunk because he was. He wasn’t and Mitsuya was a tired mom.
His patience is higher than Hakkai
“You’re not drunk”
“Woah Taka chan you have a twin?”
“YOU’RE NOT DR-“
A second Mitsuya sounds good about now.
Hakkai just sat down to sober from orange juice.
Okay..
Maybe reform school with Kazutora was a better destination. Well at least you had the fruit punch
Crash
And there goes the fruit punch.
Pah chin was trying to hold up Peh yan for a chicken fight against a mosquito that chilld on the wall. It didn’t end well because Peh yan ended up on the table with two somersaults and probably lifelong trauma. Pah chin was still having beef with the mosquito who then bit his nose.
“IT BIT ME”
“It’s just drinking your blood, it’s their food”
“They better pay up because this is high quality corporate heir blood”
At this point you had a headache and just tried to sit down. Wait. Where was the couch?
The next thing you know the Toman members were setting up a nice area outside to watch the midnight countdown where they will release fireworks. What a nice idea. Right? Wrong.
Mitsuya had everything prepared then flopped down beside you to rest but you two as the braincells who takes care of multiple idiots you somehow adopted and 2 siblings..well..
At least 5 people got their pants on fire and Chifuyu just saying “Girl on Fire” with a toy microphone that probably was left to die. The twins fell asleep on the couch like a maniacs and Baji just sprawled himself on the ground because he was SURE he saw cat paw prints.
Wondering where Emma is? She’s inside because she changed her mind on joining. Ha. She’s a traitor but she’s pretty so you forgave her. No one stays mad at Emma you hear me?
When midnight came you all jumped and yelled, releasing fireworks and throwing a bunch of stuff in the air. Cups, streamers, confetti, Mikey, paper—
Wait
Mikey??
Yeah he was stuck in a tree now.
It was a fun night that ended with you all piling up on the couch and sleeping. Toman may be chaotic but you could never ask for a better friendship.
Hope you enjoyed !
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All three Devilgrams have basically the same premise that is easy to guess just by the card art itself - a mock war survival game with paint guns, the difference is only who they were with and with whom they face the final enemy - Leviathan.
Each character plays the game a bit differently though, but as expected, only Mammon wanted to play in first place. The introduction to the plot is generally very natural - shenanigans happen a lot in the House of Lamentation, so no wonder someone's causing trouble again.
I won't be mentioning music as there are only basic game pieces, it's from the times when OM! wasn't reusing music from other games yet.
Let's Settle This!
The Devilgram is rather focused on changing locations, but in general nothing groundbreaking is happening; first introduction to the game, then the game itself. Paradoxically however, there's little of Mammon shown actually in action. The Devilgram has plenty running around, but we don't see Mammon in a battle mode at all.
Which is a huge waste - he's actually good at games requiring quick thinking and immediate reactions, but this Devilgram unfortunately doesn't show that - it rather avoids that and focuses on Mammon himself, but doesn't have an idea what to show about him, so it just doesn't show anything in particular. He's much more interesting in Satan's Devilgram.
The Devilgram doesn't have a kiss option, Mammon is still his old tsun self too. There are some nice exchanges and definitely shows that MC and Mammon share a bond, but it's nowhere close to as straightforward with that as new Devilgrams. So this aspect doesn't make up for the generally not particularly interesting story.
Choices: nothing exceptional, but nothing bad either. Choice + reaction, though here and there the reaction is longer and more interesting. But in general, choices don't change much and unlocking all the options won't bring much additional information about what is happening.
In general, not a must. It's a fun read, but nothing memorable, nothing that would add something to Mammon's image. Mammon is present in other Devilgrams from this Nightmare and the portrayal is more interesting there.
I'll Protect You
While there is plenty of action, there's also plenty of moments to actually observe Satan in a new habitat.
It isn't anything new that Satan has a pretty functional braincell, but here we see it working and the fact that he's thinking and strategising a lot makes the Devilgram quite interesting. Other characters show up as well and make a stage for Satan to react to their actions and lead the story.
While we don't get any clear lore about Satan, the Devilgram shows a less explored side of him as it forces him to act quickly and manage his team, so if you ever wondered how he'd behave in such a situation, it's a perfect story for that.
Regarding romantic scenes, MC and Satan share two short moments of closeness. There's also a hug/kiss option. The moments are squished in-between action scenes, but nevertheless balance all the action a tiny bit with romance.
Choices: choice + reaction mostly, during brainstorming it's mostly choosing one right option when the other options are incorrect answers.
In general, a good read, and lets watch Satan from another angle. Interesting, in my opinion. Very little romantic scenes might leave someone wanting more though and the premise itself isn't anything revolutionary.
Also notable mention, Mammon and Levi. Both make an appearance and probably significant enough for their stans to be interested, as they play a big role and actually have their own clear ways of playing in this Devilgram.
Anything for You
This Devilgram has plenty of action too, but focuses on it even more than the previous Devilgrams - in this one something's happening all the time, no time to rest. However, with Asmo as the leading figure, it's interesting to observe him in the situation as Asmo has his own style of going through the game. If you expected him to whine and complain only, you'd be surprised by how effective he can be as a player.
The only problem is how Asmo and MC are interrupted and dragged into the mess. They had plans for the evening already, he prepared everything in a rare moment of selflessness and then the gremlins raided his room. This can be very annoying especially if that was ticking you off elsewhere in the game. They never really do what he planned, unfortunately, and have to make do with whatever they're left with, after the gremlin threat is neutralised. There's also a kiss option and one other romantic one, in one scene only though.
Choices: choice + reaction mostly, but MC can choose (to a degree) how they play too. It doesn't change much in the plot itself, but makes the survival game more interesting as it drags the player into it more than if MC was simply just tagging along, doing nothing. One romantic choice brings a new albeit short scene.
In general, a very fun and interesting Devilgram. No lore, but we get to observe Asmo in a scenario that'd be otherwise impossible, so I'd say we do learn something new about him.
In conclusion, URs are good, SSR is fine but bland. Both URs give not only a complete portrayal of how Asmo and Satan act in a survival/war game scenarios, each of them expressing different traits and following different strategies. They're fascinating as a comparison too.
Notable mentions: Leviathan in all Devilgrams & Mammon in Satan's.
To be honest, Levi stole the spotlight. Both URs make these two the main instigators and players, while remaining relatively fair to them. Albeit you won't get any sweet moments with these two, it's a worthy read for their stans too if you want to see your fave from a different side and pulled one of the URs.
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e-milieeee · a year ago
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Summary: When Gabriel goes a step too far, Plagg has decided he’s had enough. 
Meanwhile, Gabriel Agreste has discovered that his house may or may not be haunted, because a vengeful spirit certainly seems to be after him. 
Notes: basically plagg being a little gremlin and trolling gabriel like he deserves. ft. gabe’s 3 remaining braincells. based on this post by @hamsternamedmarinette and @snail-noir im sorry its so crappy lol 
haunted
“Well,” Adrien is saying as he trudges inside the room and kicks the door shut. “There’s that, then.”
Plagg flits out from his shirt. His face is set in an angry mask, tail sticking straight up. “That’s that?” he echoes. “No, that’s absurd! Your father’s absurd! He should come back here and I’ll give him a piece of my mind and—”
Adrien squeezes his eyes shut. “Plagg, it’s fine. Forget it.”
Plagg makes an angry noise in the back of his throat. “So you’re just gonna take that? For weeks? He has no right.”
In his hand is the piece of paper—now crumpled—that his father had shoved into his fingers before he stormed off: the schedule for the fashion show. It runs for a week, but there’s also a terrifying amount of preparations to be done two weeks prior—all of which his father had decided he needed to be present for.
“I can’t risk making father angry,” Adrien settles with.
Plagg folds his arms. “Fine,” his kwami says curtly, in a manner of speaking that Adrien always finds hard to argue with. “Hypothetically speaking, then, if your father found out his plans had been cata—destroyed, would you be allowed to go out?”
“Plagg, I’m not going to break into my father’s study as Chat Noir to cataclysm his work just so I can go out with friends.”
Plagg smiles at him. It’s the smile Adrien had often gotten before he’d discovered the toilet paper in his washroom all scratched up and littering the floor. “Don’t worry,” comes the reply. “You won’t have to.”
***
Gabriel Agreste’s study is locked, but that doesn’t prove a problem for the small black shape that slips through the doors like they’re made of nothing more than mist. It’s dark, but cats have always seen better at night anyway.
There, on the top of his desk, lies the designs for the first set of clothes that are to be showcased. Meticulous notes. Fabric samples. Timing and schedules. Signatures and contracts.
The small, black cat picks the folder up with two paws. Then it crumbles into dust.
***
“Nathalie, did you touch the folder on my desk?”
It’s been a long morning—Gabriel had been up at 4 AM in an attempt to see if he could get an edge on Ladybug and Chat Noir. It had been horrendous to find someone to akumatize so early, and by the time he’d pinpointed his victim—forty five minutes later—he had nearly fallen asleep. He’d been pummelled by Ladybug and Chat Noir. Absolutely pummelled. And then, as if the situation couldn't help but get worse, Audrey Bourgeois had called him at six (just when he was about to go back to bed) and told him she couldn’t make it to the fashion show.
That woman had no regard for timezones. And no regard for him, either, because part of the marketing for the fashion week was Audrey’s attendance.
Gabriel was considering akumatizing himself when he realized the manila folder on his desk—that had been there when he left the night prior—was nowhere to be seen.
He searches through all his files. Crawls under his desk. Checks his lair. It's gone.
“Nathalie!” he bellows again, and she comes barrelling through the door to his office.
“What is it, sir?”
Gabriel takes a deep breath. “Have you seen the files for the fashion show? It was in the folder on my desk when I left.”
“Sir, I haven’t been in your office since last night, and I’m certain I saw your files there. Are you sure you haven’t misplaced it?”
Misplaced it, yeah. That’s what it was. Probably.
Now, what he needed was a nap.
***
The files do not turn up. Gabriel sends Nathalie to print them out again. The most important stuff is stored on his computer, but there are signatures he’d spent weeks getting.
He locks the files in his drawer the next time he gets it.
***
Tuesday morning finds Gabriel Agreste feeling much more refreshed. He even joins Adrien for three minutes during breakfast.
He walks into his office to find his favourite coffee mug in smithereens on the ground.
The files are still stored safely in his drawer. But there is a big, ugly tear across the dress he’d been working on for the past three months.
Gabriel screams.
***
Gabriel Agreste isn’t a fan of security cameras in his office. Especially because anyone with some hacking ability could possibly get their hands on the tape, and the last thing he needs is someone seeing him descending into his lair, or opening the safe behind his painting. Really—there’s simply too many sketchy things he’s done in the office for him to trust putting a camera there.
But he installs two of them nonetheless. His coffee mug could be an accident. But that rip on the dress? No, the only explanation is that it was intentional. But how?
Gabriel thinks of possibilities until he gives himself a headache.
***
“Father seems stressed lately,” Adrien notes to Plagg. There’s not much time for himself between busy schedules, but the moments in between he catches to talk to his kwami. The past week, stuck alone in his room with barely any interaction with his friends, has been draining. He cherishes the precious minutes he gets to spend with Plagg.
“Does he?” Plagg asks in a tone of practiced disinterest. “Well, he does have that really important fashion week thing coming up.”
“He asked me if I’d broken into his study a day ago, but he always locks his study. I think some of his files were missing.”
“Oh?” Plagg replies. “That’s terrible misfortune.”
“Father says he thinks a thief snuck in in the middle of the night and stole them, but we have security cameras all around the house and nothing happened.”
“Spooky.”
“Plagg…”
Plagg only shrugs. “Perhaps your house is haunted,” he replies disinterestedly. “Good thing you’re not scared of ghosts, Adrien.”
***
The house is haunted, and Gabriel cannot sleep.
The most terrifying part of watching the footage is that he sees nothing. There is no movement. No nothing. But then, the next morning, his files inside the locked drawer have disappeared.
Nathalie asks him about the dark rings around his eyes. He drinks two more cups of coffees in response.
***
Gabriel’s eyes are burning, but he’s determined to stay awake.
He likes to think himself neat and meticulous, but even he has his breaking point—his desk is littered with coffee cups, and he’s resorted to drinking energy drinks to keep himself awake. There’s less than ten days until the fashion show starts. It’s been so heavy on his schedule that he’s barely found time to akumatize three three people the past week.
Ladybug and Chat Noir must be having a field day while he’s sitting miserably in his office, waiting to catch the thief, too exhausted to summon up more akumas.
The clock ticks past midnight. Gabriel nearly faceplants into a coffee mug.
Another cup of redbull.
By the time it’s two in the morning, nothing shocking in particular has happened. Every time the flashing light of a car drives past the front of the house he starts, sits back down, and struggles to keep his eyes open.
It’s 2:04 when a crash sounds outside of his office.
Like a madman, Gabriel scrambles up from his seat. He knocks over a half-finished mug of coffee in the process, but that doesn’t matter. The door of his office slams open. He trips on a rug. But he gets up and runs like he’s never run before.
With all the force he can muster, he slams his palm down on the light, and the once-dark staircase and hall become bathed in golden light. The chandelier flickers twice and he stares down at the hall with half the mind to wonder if he’s going to finally see the ghost.
Gabriel is the only one in the hall.
He checks once more. Then again. Then again. But there is no one there, no source of the crash—
Oh, no.
The painting he’d bid at an auction twelve years ago—one that had cost a fortune—has fallen off the wall and face planted into the floor. The sight of it physically hurts Gabriel, and he’s scrambling towards it in a mixture of fear and anger when another noise sounds in his office.
In the months of being Hawkmoth, Gabriel Agreste has felt a generous range of emotions. But never has he felt such bone-chilling fear.
He heads back up the steps with robotic movements numbly. Down the corridor. Into his office.
There is no one there, and the mess that has been made is moreso his fault than of the invisible thief—or ghost—but then Gabriel sees one of his locked drawers open and the contents inside dumped unceremoniously on the ground.
The next day, when Nathalie finds him out cold on the ground, he attributes it to the exhaustion and the amount of coffee and energy drinks he’d consumed. But deep down, Gabriel knows that it’s the terror that’s finally caught up.
Either way, he faints.
***
Gabriel is confined to bed by a very concerned Nathalie. She usually heeds to his instructions, but the rare insistence from her and his own fatigue lands him out of commission for the day. It doesn’t stop him, however, from giving her a set of instructions.
“First, my office,” Gabriel croaks. His throat hurts—he must’ve caught a cold as well. “Please clean everything up and reinstall the locks. And then… and then…”
He thinks of the missing files—three times—and grits his teeth. “Cancel the fashion week.”
Nathalie’s jaw drops open. “Sir—”
“I know,” Gabriel mutters. “I just… I’m left with no choice. I’ll reschedule. Make up some excuse.”
She dips her head. “Noted, sir. Is that all?”
Gabriel gives her a miserable nod. She’s halfway out the door when he remembers.
“Nathalie!” he yells. “Get me a shaman, too.”
***
“The fashion week is cancelled.” Adrien looks up from practicing piano. “Father is sick, I think, which might be why. Nathalie looked super stressed when I saw her before my lessons.”
“Cancelled?” Plagg echoes dispassionately. “Huh. That’s too bad, I guess.”
“No, that’s good! I mean, it’s not good that my father is sick and Nathalie is stressed, but… at least I won’t be hounded about preparations. I even got permission to go out today.”
“Huh,” Plagg replies. He settles himself into his wheel of cheese. “I guess you’re lucky after all, then.”
Notes: yeah idk what i wrote but master fu is the shaman they hire and he finds out gabriel is hawkmoth and arrests him and the end if u wanna know what happens next 
Here’s my fics masterlist! 
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Alright folks! Here's some fun facts about Fumi's Sister (oc) because I was bored.
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Full Name (previous): Sakkyoku Hayase
Full Name (Current): Sakkyoku Tokoyami
Birthday: November 19
Age: 16-17 years old
Quirk: Spike burst/ Spike Projection
Relatives:
Father— Enkaku Tokoyami
>>[[Biological Mother (absent)— Hana Hamburg]]<<
Adoptive Mother (current wife of Enkaku)— Nada Tokoyami
Younger (Half) Brother— Fumikage Tokoyami, 15 yrs old
•she is almost two years older than Tokoyami
•a rlly good sister
•mostly pretty patient and quiet, talks only when needed
•restrained rage
•likes mint and minty stuff
•doesn't eat much sweets unless it's dark chocolate or any mint flavored stuff
•hates gum
•would cry over cats and ferrets and bulldogs and pugs and pitbulls
•she has feathers among her hair, the longer ones just follow the length and waves of her hair while the shorter ones curl up slightly
•that's the only bird features she inherited apparently
•likes grapes and grape flavored stuff
•half European from her biological mother-side (English)
•bastard child
•has not eaten candies and chewed gum in years
•"what is a girdle" "it's some sort of grill I think"
•actually is very decent with her studies
•has a decent amount of circle of friends, but loves them dearly
•moves carefully due to her quirk
•thinks her name sounds weird
•would fight you for a bag of unfrozen grapes
•S P I K Y
•looks intimidating and she knows it
•favourite foods: meat buns, shawarma, curry, and ramen
•favourite drinks: sodas, anything with caffeine in it, cold and hot coffee
•unhealthily drinks coca-cola everyday
•would lay down her life for Fumikage
•also quite protective over him
•actually very nice when you get to know her pretty well
•awkward
•her braincell bounces between her and her friends
•fuck math
•but tutors Fumikage anyway because she's the big sister and he needs her help
•grapes
•likes clear wine bottles and mason jars for some reason (and collects them)
•"IT'S FOR THE AESTHETIC" *arranges books and papers to lie around messily but also neatly on her desks with pens and other stuff among them*
•hates neon colors
•does not know how to ride a bike
•*vaguely motions at everything*
•"This is stressful" *absolutely does anything else but the aforementioned task*
•steals bottles from the dumpsters
•Fumikage has to stop her every time
•the fuck is this
•the fuck is that
•the fuck is everything
•has brain rot
•likes plants, especially the vine-y ones
•flips off the void instinctively for some reason
•is afraid of horned beatles. They're giants and when they start to fly everything dies.
•ironically a bit afraid of heights, but is more wary at the depths more than anything else
•loves comedy-horror movies
•a good cook
•bad at remembering things
•stole the tall genes and for this her brother is very offended by her
•got the scar on her left jaw/lower cheek(?) because some dude decided it was a good idea to chase her with a pair of scissors before accidentally tripping and cutting her when she was younger
•sharp teeth. A literal shark.
•kinda sensitive nose, hates the dust and so she wears a mask every time she goes out, everywhere with no exceptions
•probably has a Tumblr at some point
•does not know to play arcade games because she never had the time/money to play with them
•forgiving
•still holds grudges tho
•*silently judges*
•to most people she seems cold, apathetic and distant, too mature for her own good and looks bored/unemotional all the time
•but truly she's just a normal human who unfortunately has to keep her emotions in control 24/7 otherwise everything would be chaos
•"fUCK I'M LATE" *proceeds to chug entire cup of freshly brewed coffee and then dies*
•nails grow much more harder and quicker than a normal person's and to a pointed tip— giving her hands an illusion of talons
•likes to hear stories from their parents, she finds them amusing
•has burnt-out-gifted-kid syndrome
•what
•*side eyes*
•only people who are closest to her can call her Sakki
•"oh fuck fiddily shit what was that"
•Obviously the most foul-mouthed out of their small family
•very uncomfortable when wearing skirts or any other type of clothing that shows too much skin, also she gets cold easily
•at 7th grade when she was walking up the stairs a dude groped her and now she wears pants instead and there's an obvious damage at the walls and stairs. He was sent to the hospital and the school she attends to decided that she was a menace to society
•[insert dark and philosophical quote here]
•*shrugs*
•she can pick up Fumikage like a sack of potatoes and carry him whenever she wants to
•doesn't believe in musical genres, as long as the beat slaps and the lyrics are fire then she'd replay the song a thousand times
•is very informed about memes ofc, and often finds herself continuing Fumi's statements
•Fumikage:"road work ahead?"
*silence*
Sakki: "I sURe HoPE iT DoES"
*their mother, Nada, side-eyes them in worry*
•hates people, hates crowds
•knows random fun facts about random things
•she and Fumi recommends songs to each other
•she was really awkward when she and Fumikage first met, but overtime it all worked well enough
•she likes to borrow manga from her brother
•randomly gives mints to Fumikage every other time, doesn't matter the situation
•does not know how to swim properly
•collects pretty looking rocks she finds along the ways
•bites ice cream, claiming that it's a better way to consume rather than just licking it like a normal person
•"fuck you" is a favorite classic of her's
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Funny Enough, I Don't Care
If you could ask Wen Qing one thing she regretted from her younger years in college, she would say nothing. Because she would want a specific portion of her college years to disappear from her mind, and if she talks about it, that won’t happen. Now that Wen Qing had joined this little group of vigilantes, she never had time to think about terrible times in college. Unless someone by the name of Nie Huaisang decided to bring it up.
“Qing-jie, what was your college life like?” They smirk like the giant brat they are, which causes Wen Qing to wonder just how Nie Mingjue deals with that thing living with him.
Wen Ning, who used to be such a good boy, decides that it’s a great time to bring up her worst mistake. “Oh, jie-jie had decided to befriend this one guy, and I can’t believe she stayed friends with him. At least until the point she realized that she, in fact, did not like men. And then left him. It was the best moment of my life.”
“A-Ning!”
“Sorry, not sorry jie.” Wen Ning used to be such a good boy. That was before he met Wei Wuxian and Nie Huaisang though. Those two are huge problems themselves.
Wei Wuxian looks interested though. And when he gets interested, he won’t stop until he gets his answers. “So, do we know the guy?”
Wen Qing nods as she patches up one of the other men in the room, Lan Wangji. Wen Qing isn’t sure how he got hurt, as he’s the most responsible one among the others. On second thought, Lan Wangji looses all his braincells when it comes to Wei Wuxian so that might be the problem. “Unfortunately, you do. And he’s only gotten worse from schooling.”
From the look of Lan Wangji’s face, it’s clear he has no idea who. Wei Wuxian can’t remember names for crap. Nie Huaisang might be the only one other than Wen Ning who might know the name.
And speaking of the devil, Nie Huaisang decides to bring it up. “Oh, you mean Su She?” Not paying attention to how Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian freeze, they continue speaking. “I heard that he was in medical school for some odd reason. I think it was because he wanted to be better than Xichen-ge, and there’s only one person who can beat Xichen-ge at medicine and that’s you. Su She also really wants to do stuff like we do, be vigilantes and all that. But unfortunately, he’s quite terrible at it. He’s either a) gotten severely hurt, or b) almost or did get caught by police.”
Everyone turns to look at them. “How on earth do you know all of that?” And this is why Huaisang is the group’s general informant. They have a huge ass network of spys.
“I had one of my people who work at the medical school you went to look at the records, and it doesn’t takae an idiot to realize that the guy has a personal problem against Xichen-ge and A-Zhan. And the last portion definitely isn’t from overhearing Su She’s conversation with Jin Guangyao. Totally not.”
Wen Ning laughs quietly, as Wei Wuxian shakes his head. “Jesus, Hausiang. And you say you are useless.”
Wen Qing nods her head as well. “I’m surprised Guangyao allowed you to listen in on his conversations. He can be quite paranoid. Especially after that one incident with Xichen and Mingjue. Oh, speaking of which, where is your brother and Xichen? I thought they were both supposed to be here by now?
As soon as she finishes that sentence, the door opens to a giant tree of a man and his almost as tall tree of a man. “Sorry, there was traffic and a little bit of a problem between groups. Xichen, apparently, has finally realized some things about our dear old friend.”
Huaisang grabs the cup of tea in front of them, the one that has been sitting there for about an hour, and chugs it. “Oof, that must suck. It’s not like anyone tried to tell you.”
Xichen rolls his eyes. “I know, Huaisang. I did bring some new information about their next mission if you want it.”
Mingjue gives him a side-eye as he makes sure the wound Wangji has isn’t that bad. “And why would you share with us that information? You were their doctor, Xichen.”
Xichen takes a seat a nearby table and sighs. “And that was before I realized that they were wanting me to be a part of a murder involving a very dangerous poison and dismemberment”
Wen Qing becomes interested. If this poison affects Xichen this hard, then it might be a part of her expertise. “What poison? And on who?”
Xichen winces, before pulling out a bottle in his jacket. “You might want to hide that. They might be wanting to contact you, as you are also high on the list of people who know how to use that. And that’s their only bottle of it. Who they were going to poison, though. Do I really have to answer?”
Wangji speaks up. “Xiangzhong, if it was bad enough that you quit their team and joined their ‘enemy’ group, then it must be important.”
Xichen glances at Mingjue and once he gets the nod of approval, he speaks. “I was supposed to go have dinner with a man and poison his food when he didn’t notice, because the man can be extremely obvious. Then I was supposed to bring him to the team’s place, kill him, and then dismember him. That would have taken hours because that man can’t sit still and wouldn’t realize what I was doing until an arm was taken off.”
“Hey now. You’re talking about me there. Don’t be so mean.” Mingjue moves over to the fresh teapot and pours himself some tea. “And besides, I have faith that you wouldn’t have done that.”
“Are you fucking serious? Xichen-ge just said that they were trying to kill you. That is extremely important information to know, da-ge.”
Wen Qing stares at the medicine in her hands before sighing. “There is a huge chance that if they had used this against you, Mingjue, nobody would have noticed. This is a great way to kill someone, make it look natural, and then be almost entirely invisible during an autopsy. The only difference would be a bit of muscle tension. And since you are really active, that could be explained as working too hard.”
Mingjue nods. “I know, guys. Why do you think I brought Xichen here. He was a part of the plan until he realized that it was supposed to be me being poisoned.”
“So what’s our plan?”
“We wait.”
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It was about a week after Xichen had defected from his team when she got the call. Well, more like calls. The number was an unknown one, and seemed to know her schedule really well. And she knows for a fact that it isn’t one of her teammates because they would have told her. Being in this line of business causes people to become extremely paranoid. And paranoia is not a great thing your doctor should have.
“Hey guys? I have something to say.” It was their next meeting, the time when they were about to fully plan what to do with Guangyao and his team.
Mingjue looks at her, a little worried. Normally, Wen Qing would just spit it out, but if she’s a little hesitant, then that can be concerning. “Yeah, go ahead A-Qing.”
“Well, I keep getting calls from this random number. And like that could just be a friend mistyping and missaving someone’s number, but they always call as soon as I’m on break at the hospital or as soon as I get home. One or the either. It seems like they memorized my schedule.”
Wuxian and Wangji stare at each other, having a silent communication. “Do you think that it is entirely a coincidence?”
“Maybe. But if they have memorized my schedule, then they would be calling within the next 5 minutes. This meeting was sort of hastily scheduled and I had called in sick today. If they were relying on the fact that I don’t take sick days, then they’ll call.”
Right on cue, Wen Qing’s phone starts buzzing, and an unknown number pops up.
Xichen sits up. “Oh! That is Su She’s number I believe. I had to have it because he kept getting hurt.”
Mingjue rolls his eyes before nodding at her. “Go ahead. Answer it. Let’s see what they want.”
Wen Qing takes a deep breath before finally answering it. “Hello?”
“Wen Qing! It’s been a while since we’ve talked. Like what, 3 years?”
“It’s been more than that, Su She. But anyway, how are you? What do you need?”
Su She chuckles. The laugh that he thought would interest her. “I heard that you’ve become a great doctor and wanted to congratulate you. I also had a few questions for you.” Wen Qing glances at Mingjue, gauging his reactions. So far, he’s fine. “Go ahead.”
“Well, Wen Qing, A-Yao and I have been talking for a while and decided that you are the chosen one.”
“The chosen one? Su She, this is the modern world. Not Harry Potter.”
“I know, but we would like to have a doctor that has extreme expertise on medical practices and our former doctor wasn’t the best they could have been. A-Yao has mentioned that if you want money working for us, he’d pay you about how much you get at the hospital, for way less hours.”
Wei Wuxian whispers, “At least he knows how to bribe. Do we have her say yes and act as a spy?”
Mingjue shakes his head and whispers back, “No. I know Guangyao. He’ll use A-Ning as a hostage. It’s too dangerous for many people. Wen Qing, decline.”
She nods her head. “Unfortunately, Su She. I am not looking for another job at the moment. You’ll have to find someone else.”
Su She sighs. “Fine. We’ll pay you double the amount and you’ll have access to all the medical equipment you could need.”
“Yeah, uh funny enough, I don’t care. Goodbye.” She hangs up the phone and sets it down. “What do we do with the poison?”
Mingjue and Huaisang share glances before the latter one smiles. “Oh, I have that handled. I’m going to give it to Guangyao later tonight!”
“Huaisang! Why would you give back poison that Xichen stole to protect your brother?”
“Who said that I was going to hand poison over?”
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between-two-fandoms · 9 months ago
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Who We Used To Be (Ray/Rose/Trevor)
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As told by myself and @thesevenumbrellas tag teaming the whump in the 18+ JatP discord. Sev I swear we operate on the same braincell levels, we do be clowning. @bobbywilsonsupremacy  let us know what you think of this! I know you and I both hardcore ship Raybse.
Cover was created by @thesevenumbrellas​. Please don’t steal it.
This post got long so fair warning.
We wrote this in a discord server over the time span of hours so there’s some mistakes but i’m too lazy to go back and fix it all. Basically we tag teamed on a Raybse Trevor Wilson-centric whump story and can destroy a fandom with a single touch.
You’ll understand once you click the cut.
Don’t Steal Our Writing (but please reblog this to spread it around).
Trauma Time.
major whump warning
(Ren) Okay so if we're gonna be starting at 90's ot3 my children ray/bobby/Rose know that Ray is a panic bi and loves both of these humans very much with his whole ass heart.
(Ren) He takes pictures of his girlfriend and boyfriend while they’re on dates because he wants to capture the moments he was happy the most. Bobby always shed away from the camera burying his face in Rose's shoulder or leaning in for a kiss. Anyways as time goes by Ray notices Bobby's change in behavior. From being his go-happy-trauma boyf to being caught up in the music scene, often out at all hours to parties and label meetings only to come to to sleep on the couch, not even sharing the bed like he used to. It reminds Ray of the time when Bobby was grieving his boys. Ray hates it, but he loves bobby so he pushes his feelings aside to try and arrange more dates for the three of them to go on together.
(Sev) Ray waking up to only Rose in the bed and not Bobby, and it feels too cold in bed without him. So he'll try to call him, because it's 3am and he's supposed to be home and he's not. And Ray remembers what happened to Bobby's bandmates, and he can't admit it out loud but he's worried. Because what if that happens to Bobby? He knows it was a freak accident! What are the odds of it happening again?? But he can't shake that feeling when Bobby doesn't come home at night and Ray stays up all night worrying. Anyway he tries to call Bobby and Bobby doesn't answer. He'll leave loads of voicemails, trying not to be pushy because he knows Bobby doesn't respond well to that. But he's worried. He'll say "hey please call me when you get this." and then ten minutes later try again "hey just text me that you're safe okay?" He can't sleep because Bobby still isn't home. It's 5am. He has to go to work in two hours. Rose keeps telling him to go to bed but he can't.[2:58 PM]Bobby finally texts back. "I'm okay! Was playing with some friends, the gig went over time and then we went to  party." Ray wants to be angry because seriously? No phone calls because he was at a party? But he knows that'll just push Bobby away more!
(Ren) And so Ray has all of these festering emotions that boil down to worry and concern at the core but he's just so scared hes losing Bobby cause he never really had his own family to begin with and then one day when Ray comes home early from a photoshoot he can hear Bobby and Rose fighting over Bobby signing the contract that says he wrote Luke's songs but Ray just hears yelling before he even opens the door with his name thrown into the mix and then he gets even more scared because what if he loses Rose and Bobby? if he lost both of them he'd be destroyed. So he doesnt knock. He doesnt go home. Instead he walks around the city until he was supposed to go home originally and he opens the door and there's a sort of eerie silence in the air.
(Sev) Trevor’s unable to shake the feeling that something terrible will happen to Rose and Ray because he's with them. His entire family were killed in 1 night because he wasn't there with them. So at first he's clingy as fuck to Rose and Ray because what if something bad happens when he's not there? What if what if what if... But as time goes on the thinking flips. Maybe it's the music industry that's the problem. It's these weird connections in his head of if he's too successful, bad things might happen. But he can't quit music like that, he can't give up on Luke's dream. He owes his boys to become successful. So instead he distances himself from Rose and Ray. That way they won't be caught up in whatever bad thing is going to happen to him. He distances himself and he waits for it all to drop. He waits for the universe to punish him again.
(Ren) And the universe punishes Bobby when the tension between him and Rose tightens so much he knows there's no going back from it but he's not admitting to stealing the songs because he didn't. He helped Luke write all of the songs more than Alex and Reggie ever did, staying up late with Luke after fights with his mom and Bobby didn’t want Luke to be alone so yeah, he wrote the songs. Maybe not as much as he claimed but he sure as hell made sure his brother wasn’t alone so that counted for something right? And it did. Until Rose kicks him out of bed because she's pissed he'd even consider stealing music and he cant tell Ray because of the NDA the label got him to sign at a party when he was drunk and the only reason Rose knows about it is because she was there when he signed the damn thing and so Bobby pulls away from Ray because isnt it going to be easier in the long run? If he doesn’t attach himself to Ray who'll just get angry at him like Rose did?
(Sev) It's the guilt that grows inside of him every passing day. They're my songs too he tells himself over and over again. But during the dark nights, three glasses of whisky in when the world is getting hazy... even he can't believe the lies he tells himself. He fucked up Sunset Curve. He fucked up his friends' memories. And now he fucked up the only good thing he'd ever had. Ray texts him nonstop. He doesn't understand why Rose kicked Bobby out and he doesn't understand why Bobby listened. Bobby can't take Ray away from Rose. He's fucked up and a terrible person, but even he can't do that. He doesn't give Ray his new address. He refuses to meet up even for Ray to give him his stuff back. All Bobby can do is hold onto Ray's sweatshirt he stole away and a bottle of perfume the same brand Rose always wears. He cradles these things in his arms and cries.
(Ren) And that's the last he sees of Ray for all of 5 years, 20yr old puppy-dog eyed loving precious ray who Bobby would run to the second Rose says its okay. But rose never does. And then Bobby meets a cute blonde and six months later the barista shows up on his doorstep shoving Carrie into his arms calling her a bastard child. Carrie is not a bastard child Carrie is his and he loves her the second he sets eyes on her and so Bobby turns into Trevor when the new year rolls around and he starts his own album. It doesn’t do as well as Luke's his first album did but it was his. And then one day Trevor signs Carrie up for dance because Trisha from first grade made fun of her for not being able to do the splits and on the way out of the dance studio Trevor bumps into Ray, a terrified looking girl clutched to his leg. Carrie doesn't miss a beat. "Hi! I'm Carrie let's be friends!" and Carrie drags Ray's daughter off and Trevor shifts awkwardly and is suddenly 17 again but Ray's eyes still twinkle like the did when they were kids and he's still wearing eyeliner so Trevor almost missed it when a flicker of recognition crosses Ray’s face and a smile quirks at the corners of his lips and he says, "hi im Ray, thats my daughter Julie. Wanna go out for a drink?" With that same mischievous glint in his eye that made Bobby fall in love with him in the first place.
(Sev) Trevor almost stops breathing. He should say no. He knows he should say no. He's an awful person. He doesn't deserve someone like Ray. He never deserved either of them. He knows that. But can't force himself to say no. Maybe it's the twinkle in Ray's eyes. Maybe it's the soul crushing loneliness he's felt ever since he left them. Or maybe it's the way Carrie and Julie are giggling in the corner like they've known each other all their lives. He says yes. The drink ends up at a family friendly restaurant with both the girls in tow.
(Ren) Rose shows up because Ray the asshole apparently texted her while he was in the car saying he met one of Julie's friend's parents and wanted to go out on a date (keeping things pg ofc) aklsdf. And when Rose does show up Trevor sees how... sick she looks. How much paler she looked than she did all those years ago how - he still knew he loved her even if she still decided she hated him.
(Sev) The mood drops quickly. Trevor wants to ask about Rose, but not in front of the kids. Ray wants to ask about their past, but not in front of the kids. Rose... Rose who holds all the answers... doesn't know where to start first. She had never regretted not telling Ray the truth. She never wanted to change Ray's perception of Bobby like that. Ray who looked at their boyfriend as if he'd hung the moon. Ray who stayed up worrying all night until Bobby came home. Ray who held Bobby through countless nightmares... But that makes the truth staring them in the face so much harder. Because she never gave Ray the choice. She realized that a few years too late after she catches Ray staring at old pictures of Bobby in their photo albums. She'd made the choice for him. And then there's Trevor... still beautiful, staring at her with so much concern her heart breaks all over again.
(Ren) The tension doesn't fly over Carrie's head like he hoped it would, she talks to Julie about My Little Pony and Pokemon and High School Musical and their mutual hatred for Trisha from school but Carrie's hand never lets go of his and he finally plucks up the courage and stretches his arm out and says "we're vegetarian for the most part, hope that's okay." And a smile quirks at the corner of her lips and she asks "for the most part?" and Trevor nods and Carrie pipes up from her seat saying "daddy hates hot dogs,” in that blatant fact kind of way kids say things without realizing how problematic it could be. It wasn’t her fault though, Trevor has yet to tell her about her uncles, about how he was in a band, about how they were going to be legends.
(Sev) Rose and Ray both freeze at Carrie's voice. He doesn't know if the girls notice, because he's too busy trying to fight back the panic in his throat. It's been a long time since anyone had brought up ... what happened. It's easy to pretend it didn't happen when his name is Trevor and no one knows him. But these two people know him. They know him more than anyone else ever has. Even the boys. The truth hits him hard at that moment. A truth he'd been avoiding for almost two decades. Ray and Rose know him better than even he knew himself. Maybe that was why Rose had been so furious with him, or why Ray continued to chase after him even months after he moved out. Trevor hides the building panic and sudden realization with a smile. "What an I say," he said as causally as he can. "I'm a picky eater." A few hours later they end up back at the Molina's house. Bobby has no idea how it happened. -No, Trevor has no idea how it happened, he scolds himself. He's Trevor. He has to be Trevor. Trevor got him this far, Trevor made the difficult choices. Bobby was the one who got his friends kill and destroyed the best relationship he ever had. Still, it becomes harder and harder to remind himself of that. To stop himself from slipping into the comfortable shoes of Bobby, boyfriend of Ray and Rose as if the past 17 years had never happened. He finds himself on their sofa, a sofa that brings back memories both good and bad... he finds himself in a familiar home, his old studio just a short walk away, his ex's giggling in the kitchen as they make his coffee the way he's always liked it without asking for a reminder.
(Ren) Trevor can remember the day he stopped drinking the coffee Ray made for him, the morning after his first fight with Rose, when he wakes up cold because Rose basically cocooned herself around Ray's body, keeping her back turned to him and as much as he wanted to reach out to Ray, to hug him and comfort him and tell him it was all going to be okay... everything was too stuffy and too tense and deciding he just had to leave because he was going to suffocate otherwise.
(Sev) He should leave, just like last time. What was he even doing here? He should take Carrie and- Then Ray's in front of him, pushing a hot cup into is hands. "The girls are playing upstairs," he says. His voice is so calm, so understanding. "We don't have to talk if you don't want to." Trevor almost laughs. Because that's so like Ray. Almost a decade without answers and he's giving Trevor the option to ignore it all. To pretend like nothing ever happened. But he can't be that selfish again. So he shakes his head. "I'd... like to talk to you... to both of you."
(Ren) And then suddenly rose is eyeing him sus but he's been putting this off for to long and honestly fuck his label because they screwed him over one too many times for him to still even consider their relationship anything other than employee-client1[4:06 PM]and so Trevor takes a sip of Ray's coffee holy shit how did go so long without it?! and he explains it. he explains everything.
(Sev) Ray doesn't speak as Trevor explains. He never interrupts or even look surprised. His face is completely unreadable. He doesn't move until Trevor's done. And then once he is, he only stands up to start pacing the room. Trevor's oddly reminded of Alex as he does so,  and the memory is enough to make him flinch. "This... this is what you two have been hiding from me for so long?" he asked, voice brittle. "This is... this is what cost us... I mean..." But he can't finish. Ray just shakes his head, back to both Rose and Trevor.
(Ren) Suddenly he's seventeen again. Seventeen and a mess in Ray's arms burying his face into the man's chest finally feeling the weight of the world lift off of his shoulders and suddenly Rose is hugging him from behind, her too-skiny bone arms snaking around his chest and hugging him tightly threatening to never let him go saying "amour," and pressing a kiss to the back of his head, "amour we never stopped loving you."
(Sev)It's like no time has passed by the time he's done crying his eyes out. They're all huddled on a sofa that was always too small for three. Trevor's in the middle, clutching at them both as if they're going to disappear on him. Ray sits with his legs underneath them, his arms pulling the both of them into his chest. And then there's Rose, suddenly so much more delicate than Trevor remembers. She sits half on his lap, curled into them, her fingers knotted in his hair. "I can't believe you two kept this from me," Ray whispers. There's no anger. He doesn't think Ray's ever been capable of being angry. "I'm sorry," Trevor whispers, throat raw from tears. Ray answers with a firm kiss to his temple. "We wasted so much time..."
(Ren) Trevor just lays between them in their bed, nothing sexual and nothing tense it’s just them being together and Rose playing with his now-long hair, braiding it right down the middle despite it being too long for others to braid. Her fingers feel nice as they tug at his roots, familiar and a sense of calm washes over him. He lets ray fop on top of him like they used to, burying his head in his chest just listening to his heart beat, his steady constant breathing because Ray used to be afraid one day he'd wake up and Bobby would be dead too. Rose humming lightly, soft lullabies that chased away dark thoughts and Trevor just finds it so comforting, a feeling of home he hasn't had since the day he left and so he wraps his arms around Rose and Ray tight, promising himself he won't screw up his second time around.
(Sev) It's a few hours later when he speaks again. The girls are asleep in Julie's room (delighted at their surprise sleepover.) Ray's almost nodded off, head resting against Trevor's chest. But Rose is wide awake. She's laid out, tangled between them, eyes focused on something far away. He can see it more clearly now. The tremble in her hands, the way she's so still, the circles around her eyes. He takes her hand in his. "What is it?"
(Ren) And Trevor wants it to be a prank, he wants the sinking feeling in his gut twisting around his heart, the same feeling he had the morning of Sunset Curve's Orpheum performance coiling up his spine to go away. He wants everything to be okay, that he told the truth, that he was forgiven, that the universe was finally on his side for once but of course it's not because when has it ever been.  Rose's fingers run lightly over his knuckles and Ray wraps his arm around him from behind, his hands resting against Trevor's chest, something solid for him to focus on and as a tear starts to roll down Rose's cheek he reaches up to brush it away, running his hand through her hair only to pull out a clump as he pulled away but he couldn't run when his instincts to run kick in like they always used to do when situations turned emotional, bury it in his mind and lock up his worries like he always did but this wasn't going to be something he could run from.
(Sev) Life is not the fantasy or a fairy tale. There are no happy endings, only happy moments. He'd like to say they picked up right where they left off, Rose lived until a ripe old age, and they never fought again. But he'd be lying. It was hard to fold their lives back into place again, especially with Carrie and Julie. To just pick up after their seventeen year old selves was an impossible dream. But they could do breakfast. And breakfast became dinner. Dinner became one date which became two which became many. It took trouble and care, but they slotted themselves back into each other's lives again. There were lunch dates, and movie nights. There were late night wine dates and early morning coffee dates. They found their happy moments. A decade of separation had smoothed out the rough edges. If Trevor stormed out after a harsh argument, he'd return the next day with flowers and apologies. If Rose snapped and lost her temper, she'd take herself off for a walk to cool down. If Ray was bothered by something, he'd speak up instead of pushing it all down. They found their happy moments. And when 1 month became 1 year, they celebrated with moving boxes and a new, bigger couch. When 1 year became 2, they celebrated with promise rings and whispers of a better future between light kisses. 3 years became 4, became 5, and so on... They found their happy moments. But life is not a fantasy or a fairy tale. Their story ends in a hospital. Rose dies with both her husbands at her side, with both her daughters and son clutching on her hands. She dies with a smile on her face, knowing she is not leaving them to suffer alone. Ray and Trevor grieve together.
(Ren) And this time the girls are the ones who get into the fight but Trevor and Ray are there for Julie and Carrie no matter what they're fighting over carrie told julie she liked flynn but julie said flynn was hers first and doesnt understand how she can feel squishy love for two people. And this time the girls are the ones who get into the fight but Trevor and Ray are there for Julie and Carrie no matter what they're fighting over carrie told julie she liked flynn but julie said flynn was hers first and doesnt understand how she can feel squishy love for two people. They stick to their daughters through the worst of it but they don’t let the girl’s fighting rip into them too. It’s not what Rose would’ve wanted for them, it’s not what she would’ve wanted for Julie or Carrie either.
(Sev) And when Julie plays with her ghost band, it's much earlier that Trevor recognizes who she's playing with.
(Ren) Luke’s mad at first, ofc he is but after everything is explained and out in the open Trevor finds himself at home in a building that never felt like home despite the fact he grew up in it.
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captainmeowvelwrites · 10 months ago
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All You Knead Is Loave (a miraculous one-shot)
Pairing: Marinette x Adrien Genre: Romance Rating: K+ Words: 2805 Summary: With her clumsiness in full swing, Marinette trips and sends Tikki flying across the classroom. Thinking she's a doll, the ever-crafty Lila accuses Marinette of stealing her—but for a certain clued-up classmate, that just won’t do. (Adrienette reveal fic.)
ANs: Bonjour! This prompted one-shot was written for a one year anniversary event on the Miraculous Fanworks Discord server! The prompt, courtesy of Squishysib on AO3, was:
Tikki is somehow revealed to the class, but the class thinks she’s a doll. This could be anything from Marinette tripping and she comes flying out of the purse, to Lila stealing her from Marinette’s bag and claims that Mari stole it from her. Either way Adrien sees Tikki and uses the braincell.
Thanks for the prompt, Sibby! Hope you all enjoy. :D
ALL YOU KNEAD IS LOAVE:
First, her pigtails took twenty-two minutes to come to terms with the concept of symmetry.
Then, she barrelled through the bakery, only for Sabine to point out her shirt was back to front.
Now, she found herself in the midst of another maladroit mistake.
Underestimating the height of a step.
The first step to her seat.
A seat that was conspicuously empty because she was late.
But oh, it didn't stop there.
No no no. The day was just getting started.
Because in that moment of supreme clumsiness, Tikki, who'd been snoozing in the aftermath of a late-night akuma, flew from Marinette's pink clutch.
Time slowed, and in a blur of red and black, the kwami sailed through the air.
Down, down, down.
Until she landed on the hardwood floor, near a pair of brown boots. With eras of practice under her figurative belt, Tikki went rigid in a nanosecond.
But like a fox, Lila pounced. "My doll!"
Marinette's eyes bulged as Lila swiped Tikki off the floor.
"This was a gift from Prince Ali on a trip to Achu," she cried, clutching Tikki to her chest. "I thought it fell out of my bag! I was SO heart-broken."
It was then that crafty eyes honed in on her.
"Why did you have it, Marinette?"
Gasps shook the air.
All eyes in the classroom whipped to her.
Marinette marched up to Lila's desk, her shoulders squared. "Because she's MY doll," she growled, "not yours!"
A two-second silence hung thick in the air.
Frantic chatter erupted. Her classmates spoke over each other, a flurry of questions and accusations flooding the room.
"Children! Children!" Miss Bustier cried over the commotion, holding her hands high. "Settle down, everyone. I'm sure there's a perfectly good explanation for this."
"It's okay, everybody," Lila declared, cradling Tikki in her conniving clutches. "The last place I saw Cindy was Place des Vosges. That's right by her parents' bakery." Her lower lip quivered as she spared the still-frozen kwami a dramatic glance. "Maybe Marinette just found her and didn't know who she belonged to." She sent the fuming girl a shaky smile. "Right, Marinette?"
"No!" Marinette sliced a hand through the air. "No, that's NOT right at all! I've had her for over a year and—"
Lila gasped, pressing Tikki to her chest as if expecting Marinette to lunge. "You're not refusing to leave Cindy with her rightful owner, are you?"
"But, Lila, you're not the rightful owner."
Marinette's sights shifted left.
Because someone had shared that truth.
With startling certainty.
But that someone hadn't been her.
A wall of windows framed Adrien's body, spilling light across his golden hair like a literal halo of sunshine. The human embodiment of an angel, watching over her clumsy self. He stared down Lila, his jaw tight and his eyes ablaze. It was an expression she was well-acquainted with, though she'd only ever seen it in another pair of eyes, on another face, from another boy.
"Her name is Tikki and she belongs with Marinette."
Every cell in her body screeched to a halt.
"I know this because she's one half of a pair—"
He wasn't another boy!
"—and I just so happen to own the other doll."
Adrien reached beneath his white overshirt, revealing a black doll with green eyes and a wiry tail. Only, it wasn't a doll at all. It was an unmoving Plagg, right there in Adrien's palm.
In Chat Noir's palm.
Her Kitty.
Her Adrien.
The same person.
Currently sending her his softest smile, eyes creased and imploring and utterly heart-melting.
"Right, Marinette?"
Reality struck with the subtlety of a spaceship. She shook her head with whiplash-inducing suddenness. Or did she already have whiplash?
Chat Noir is Adrien!
His eyes flickered over her face and slowly, his smile sank. "Marinette?"
Wait.
She'd shaken her head.
That meant she disagreed.
But she didn't.
Because Adrien was right.
Marinette nodded like a bobblehead stuck in an earthquake, fixing her tragic faux pas.
Adrien is Chat Noir!
He stepped between her and Lila and held out an expectant hand, palm up and waiting. "Thanks, Lila," he chimed, as cool as a whole patch of cucumbers, "for returning Tikki to Marinette."
Lila's lips moved, spelling what were probably more lies. Marinette was too busy fighting the blaring MAYDAY in her brain. Adrien Agreste, her larger-than-life partner. Chat Noir, her angelic classmate and year-long crush.
And if his face showed his thoughts, each one was hidden; he stood between her and Lila, quiet as his hand inched closer to the latter. His fingers beckoned like a silent encouragement. Or a silent hurry up.
A nerve twitched in Lila's temple, and Marinette's mouth fell open as Lila reluctantly placed Tikki—poor Tikki, stuck in a pose that looked awfully uncomfortable—into Adrien's awaiting palm. His fingers curled around her kwami like she was a living thing.
Because she was.
She was and Adrien knew it.
Just like he knew she was Ladybug.
He… knew she was…
"I'm so sorry, Adrien!" Lila threw both hands to her lips. "You too, Marinette. I don't know what came over me. My rare disease must be acting up again!"
Marinette's lips parted.
Some sort of strangled sound escaped them.
She should've just kept quiet.
"It's all right." A smile lined Adrien's voice. The same voice that delivered silly puns, cheesy one-liners and words of affirmation, all behind a black, leather mask. "If you'd like a referral for a great doctor, I can ask Father for some recommendations."
"Wow!" Lila pressed her palms together, flaunting a sickeningly sweet grin. "That's so nice of you, Adrien. I might just take you up on that!"
"No problem." But as he faced Marinette, she was eighty five percent sure she glimpsed the tail end of a grimace. Then, their eyes met, and his wrinkled with a smile, glistening green like dew-dusted fields, like early spring, like Chat Noir's.
Adrien stepped closer and held out his hand, Tikki stiff in his palm.
Marinette stared. She stared at his hand. She stared at Tikki. She stared at the shine of silver around his ring finger.
Marinette "Staring" Dupain-Cheng.
That was her name now—
A cough cut through the air. It sounded suspiciously like Alya.
But something else yanked her back to reality.
A warmth around her hand.
His gloveless fingers curled around hers, placing Tikki in her trembling grasp.
Trembling because he was her partner, her kitty…
And he knew it too.
Adrien guided her hand to her chest. "She's back where she belongs." His touch was tender, so very warm, and dare she think, loving. "With you, Mariboo."
Marinette's eyes blew wide. Her face was an actual sun, her heart a pounding conga drum, and by the way her jaw slackened, words were a foreign concept.
Adrien pressed a palm to her forehead, and she went stiff as a mannequin. "Excuse me, Miss Bustier? I think Marinette's running a fever." No, but give her five seconds and good God, she might be.
"No no no!" She peeled his palm away. "I am totally—"
One wink from her kitty.
"—uhh – in need of a qualified ice pack! I mean nurse!" She offered an affirmative nod. "Yes. A qualified nurse. Who can give me an ice pack. For my forehead. Which is on fire."
Adrien turned back to the teacher. "May I please have your permission to walk her to the nurse's office?"
"You're both excused," said Miss Bustier, beaming from the front of the classroom. "Take care, Marinette."
"I'm sure he will!" Marinette lurched ramrod straight. "I mean, I'm sure I will. Take care. So much care." She showed a double thumbs up. "And so will Chadrien—dah!—Adrien. Of me. He will take so much care of me."
From the corner of her eye, a hand appeared on her shoulder.
"Thanks, Miss Bustier!"
Even through her black blazer, the heat of his hand radiated as he guided her out of the classroom and into the sunny spring air.
It wasn't until they reached a quiet corner of the courtyard that Marinette realised three things:
She'd eyeballed his hand since its arrival on her shoulder.
Two hands now held her shoulders in place of one.
Both hands were trembling.
Marinette gazed at the boy before her. His eyes – the same eyes that glowed green during late-night patrols – pored over every inch of her face.
And finally, they found her own.
Gradually, his lips parted—
"I expect one heaping pile of cheese after THAT whole charade!"
Plagg emerged between them, a crease on his forehead and his tiny arms crossed.
It was then, as Tikki flew from her palm to hover near her shoulder, that Marinette realised she'd spent that whole time laying comatose in her hand. "Plagg," her kwami growled, hands on her hips, "they were about to have a moment!"
"So whaaat?" Plagg flicked a dismissive hand, suspended mid-air as though splayed across a sunlounger. "The cat's outta the bag! They have all the time in the WORLD to have more moments." He flipped upside down. "Besides, being a doll really worked up my appeti—"
Tikki fired him one of the fiercest glares Marinette had ever seen. And not just from her kwami.
Plagg righted himself, ears flattening. "Err – What I meant to say is that YOU must be starving, Sugar Cube." She shoved her nose to the cloudless sky with a little harumph, so he zoomed to her side. "You stayed still for SO long. It was very impurressive!"
Marinette pursed her lips. Apparently, Plagg cat punned too. "I'm so sorry for this whole mess, Tikki." Her kwami's face brightened as she held up a pink macaron. "Tomorrow, I'll be sure to bake you a whole batch of these little guys!"
Meanwhile, Adrien tossed a wedge of camembert in the air. "And I'll be sure to order an entire box of Pont l'Eveque," he promised, as Plagg downed the wedge in one gulp. "Just for you, buddy."
Plagg rubbed his belly and burped. "It's a start, I suppose."
"So," Adrien said, sights settling on her, "now I know you're a baker's daughter." His eyes gleamed. "I'd batter get a batch of puns in the oven, huh?"
Yup. That was her silly kitty, all right.
A giggle escaped her. "As long as your puns aren't stale," she countered, complete with a cheeky grin.
With gentle fingers and a gentler smile, he looped a strand of hair behind her ear. "Only the freshest for you, Mariboo."
Heat flamed up her face as she gawped at him, speechless.
Was he—
Was she—
Were they flirting?
Adrien bolted upright. "S-Sorry!" He rubbed the nape of his neck. "Old habits pie hard, I guess."
Marinette blinked at him.
Once.
Twice.
Finally, she made words happen.
"N-N-No!"
Kind of.
With a clear of her throat, Marinette tried again. "No, it's okay, Adrien." She reached for his hands, hearing his soft gasp as her skin brushed his. "I loave your puns."
His lips quirked up.
"You wouldn't be you without them." She threaded their fingers, free of leather and latex. He was so, so warm. "And thank you, Kitty," she breathed, giving his hands the lightest squeeze, "for all your help back there."
"Of course, M'Lady." Her heart fluttered, first at the title, then at the way he squeezed her hands right back. "You and me against the world, right?"
"Always."
A soft smile painted his lips.
It was so Adrien.
So Chat Noir.
So him—
"Y'know," he whispered, his voice feather light, "I could glaze into your eyes all day."
The sentiment of those words shone true in his own and before she knew it, Marinette was bringing her lips up to his. It was a light kiss. A quick kiss. Too sudden to let herself tremble. Too sudden to let him return it. Even as she pulled back, the warmth of his lips lingered on hers like an irrefutable fact.
She'd just kissed Adrien Agreste.
His mouth popped open, closed, open again.
Apparently, her kiss had turned him into a goldfish.
Oh God.
No no no no no.
Nerves exploded in her chest.
Had she misread his cute comment?
Marinette leapt back. "Sorry! Sorry! I am SO sorry!" She clutched her scalp in both hands and started to pace. "I – I thought— I mean, you were just so sweet and I—"
Adrien sprung forward to grip her elbow. "Date!" He slapped that same hand to his chest, panic flashing in his eyes. "I mean, would you like to date me?" One shake of his head. "No. Uh. Go on a date with me?" He kneaded his temples. "Which might lead to dating. If you'd like. But if not, that's fine too. There's still that boy and you—"
Marinette cut him off with a laugh of relief. “Silly cat.” She re-tangled her fingers with his, peering up at him through full lashes. “You ARE the boy”—oh, the irony—"and you always HAVE been.”
Adrien gaped, once again embracing his inner-fish. “I… I am?”
Chewing her lip, she nodded—slowly but surely.
In the moments that followed, his look of sheer shock transformed into unbridled joy. He leaned in close, their hands weaved together, and oh, she could definitely get used to this. "So, Marinette, what would you say if you and I met up tonight for a little dinner? Rooftop style?"
"I'd say that sounds purrfect."
Just like the sunshine smile that brightened his face in that moment.
She might've booped his adorable nose, had his hands not been so warm, so soft, so perfect in hers. Instead, she traced a thumb up the side of his hand, and her heart thrummed as he did it right back.
"Marinette?" Adrien's gaze flicked from her to his feet and back again. "Now that we're on the same page"—the tips of his ears flushed pink—"I'd loave to kiss you again… if you have dough complaints—"
Marinette moved onto her tiptoes and answered with her lips on his.
And this time, he kissed back. Lightly. Nervously. Perfectly imperfect.
One brush of his lips. Their noses bumped. They shared an awkward laugh and an angle readjustment; then, their lips reunited like two pieces of a puzzle, melding as wonderfully as his hands in hers.
Those same hands left her own, and her lips stilled on his. Until his arms stuttered around her. Inched her closer. Hesitated. She slid her hands through his golden locks, softer than mulberry silk. Her pulse fluttered as he melted against her, the delicious aroma of cologne filling her senses. Sweet. Spicy. Dizzying.
Like a budding artist to white canvas, each brush of their lips came more surely than the last—
A whiny groan had them springing apart. "Humans show affection in the most DISGUSTING of ways," Plagg droned, sticking out his pink tongue.
Marinette assumed the shade and heat of a chili. She jerked to throw her hands over her eyes, but as she glimpsed Adrien's endearing expression, they stopped just shy of her face. He'd revealed the most adorable of pouts and dawww, her poor heart was about ready to burst.
"Pla-Plagg," Adrien sputtered, and she imagined his tail going straight as a sabre. "That – That was our"—he hesitated, counting on his fingers—"fourth kiss you just interrupted!"
Plagg snorted. "Yeah, and I'm sure there'll be plenty more where THAT came from."
Tikki shot Plagg a scowl.
He whipped behind Adrien, peeking over his shoulder.
With a heart-stuttering smile, Adrien recouped his composure like a stumbling runway model, a blunder she knew for a fact he'd never done. He ruffled his perfectly coiffed hair and God, he sure looked like her kitty now. "Guess Plagg had better get used to the kisses"—he took her hands in his, his eyes twinkling—"because yours are unfurgettable."
"Except for the first two times when they weren't—"
"Plagg!" Adrien's pout returned with a vengeance. His red-tipped ears, twice as much.
Through a giggle, Marinette squeezed his hands. "Magic notwithstanding," she said, and placed a reassuring peck on his cheeks. "And back cat ya, my kitty."
Adrien's eyes went wide as a chasm, that pawsitively adorable blush creeping down his ears to his cheeks. Soon, his face softened, and a dreamy sigh slid from his lips. "I love when mew call me that."
First, her pigtails had taken twenty-two minutes to come to terms with the concept of symmetry.
Then, she'd barrelled through the bakery, only for Sabine to point out her shirt was back to front.
After, she'd tripped on a step and nearly lost her poor kwami to Lila.
But now, here she was, hand-in-hand with her friend, her partner, the love of her life.
And with their first date tonight, the day was just getting started.
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nobodyfamousposts · a year ago
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Mi-Crack-ulous Crackdown: Robodrien
Possible trigger warning. No one actually gets hurt (technically), but implications are still made.
Adrien’s mistake was that he had listened to Plagg. But Plagg insisted he had an “amazing idea” that would totally be worth the hassle. Which right away should have been his first indicator that things were going to go horribly wrong.
Well, that’s not quite true. The real first indicator was when his father informed him that he would be dating Lila to help promote the company brand. And that was indicator enough that things were already going horribly wrong.
At that point, Adrien reasoned that there was really nothing Plagg could suggest that could possibly make things worse.
“You just have to fake your death.“
“Sounds perfectly reasonable.“
In Adrien’s defense, he was a teenage boy. And teenage boys were prone to doing stupid and overly dramatic things.
Given his status as a model and “perfect”, as well as his overwhelming need to please, Adrien had been foregoing this rite of teendom. So really, it was a long time coming.
The plan was simple. They would arrange a “prank“ where Adrien would appear to become deceased through some over the top fashion. His overly dramatic death would be attributed to the multitude of reasons outlined in the 14 page long note that Adrien left behind. Not that it NEEDED to be 14 pages but Adrien apparently had more grievances than expected.
With the note set on his bed where it would surely be found soon enough, Adrien and Plagg headed off to the school with the necessary equipment to give the illusion of his false demise. Rope. Some electronic equipment with a pulley and remote. And of course, the wax statue of Adrien to serve as his body double.
How they managed to actually get to the school with his wax statue without anyone stopping him or even noticing him remains open for debate. But it could, perhaps, be attributed to Adrien’s good luck. Mostly because that’s the point that said luck ran out and everything started to go horribly wrong.
Or right, if you’re Plagg.
In short order, the rope wasn’t fully tied and pulley wasn’t fully in place when Adrien tripped and knocked into everything, causing his carefully collected tools to fall off the edge of the school roof. The remote, the equipment, the wax statue, everything went falling over the ledge and landing in a clatter, utterly breaking apart. Pieces of metal and wax body parts scattered across the ground.
Right in front of a crowd of shocked (and possibly soon to be traumatized) onlookers.
“Well, that’s unfortunate.” Plagg mused.
“Plagg!” Adrien hissed. “Now everyone’s going to know something’s up and I’m not going to get another chance! Then I’ll have to date Lila and Ladybug won’t want to date me and we’ll never get married or run away to our own island and have a hamster named—”
“Come on, it’s a mess of parts and pieces. It’s not like they’d figure out what happened or that you were involved.”
“OH MY GOD, IT’S ADRIEN AGRESTE!”
Adrien sent Plagg a withering look.
The kwami just shrugged.
It was over. It was over before it’d even gotten a chance to begin. Everyone would know how Adrien stupidly tried to fake his death with a wax mannequin of himself. Then it would get back to his father who would be annoyed but otherwise unconcerned and he would be confined to his room unless he was on a “date” with Lila and honestly, he wasn’t sure which was worse at this point.
“Wait...what’s with all the sparking bits?”
“And why did Adrien fall apart when he hit the ground?”
There was nothing left to do but face the music and admit to what he had done. He could only hope they would be lenient. After all, with all the proof right in front of them, the conclusion everyone would come to was obvious.
“OH MY GOD, ADRIEN AGRESTE WAS A ROBOT!”
Of course, “obvious” doesn’t amount to much in Paris, where limited braincells had to be spread out between a populous that includes but is in no way limited to a man akumatized 24 times because of his pigeon obsession, a principal who moonlights as a furry, a guy who believed ice cream was actual magic, a wannabe supervillain who less than cleverly stole his evil plans from old comic books and designed his monsters after off brand 90′s reject toys, and an old man whose bright idea of dealing with said supervillain was to pick out two random teenagers to hand off the exact magical items the supervillain was after.
Really, it was no wonder everyone kept falling for Lila Rossi’s lies without even thinking to check. Clearly there was something in the water.
Adrien and Plagg merely decided to take advantage of the confusion of the growing conspiracy theory to vacate the premises and hope that by tomorrow, the whole thing blows over.
...Naturally, by the next day, the whole thing had not blown over. In fact, not only had it NOT blown over, but if anything, this crazy claim had somehow only grown in the meantime and soon become rooted as fact.
As was clear when Adrien entered the classroom.
“Wow, they got a backup Robot Adrien already?” Rose asked in surprise.
“What?”
Which seemed to be the catalyst that set off everyone else.
“Robro! Welcome back!” Kim exclaimed, cheerfully.
“Thank you?”
“We were worried yesterday, Adrien. We didn’t know you had replacement bodies.”
“Replacement...?”
“How many of those things do  you have, anyway?” Alix asked, curious.
“How many of what?”
“I should have seen it!” Max insisted, looking over his phone with an almost crazy light in his eyes. “Clearly Agreste Industries was a front for a high tech robotics factory in the guise of a fashion company! How could I have been so blind?”
“Wait—no. That’s not—”
“Hey Adrien.” Nino said, placing his hand on Adrien’s shoulder consolingly. “I just want you to know that I don’t think anything different about you. No matter what, you’re still real to me.”
“But I am real?”
“Yeah! You didn’t have to hide that you were a robot.” Mylene reassured him.
“Because I’m not?”
“Yeah, you have heart. That makes you real enough.” Ivan said with a resolute nod.
“But...I really...”
Markov of all people flew up to Adrien. “I’m so glad to know I’m not the only non-human in class anymore.”
No. Markov, no. You’re gonna break his heart...
“Ridiculous! Utterly RIDICULOUS!” Came the shout as Chloe stormed into the room, a harried-looking Sabrina following after.
Adrien blinked. “Chloe?”
His childhood friend gave him a speculative look. “I was sure you were real. But if you are a robot, there’s got to be a whole line, right?”
“Um...”
She flipped her hair. “You peasants can keep the used ‘public’ version. I am going to order a NEW Adrien Robot. No—a dozen!”
He balked. “Chloe?”
Wow. He’d known she could be mean sometimes, but...wow. Wow.
He wasn’t sure he even wanted to know how Lila was going to react if this was any indication...
Or Kagami.
Or—
“I’m sorry! I didn’t know what to bring so I just brought one of everything and I hope it’s okay!”
Adrien blinked at the sudden appearance of a box.
A familiar box with the logo of the Dupain-Cheng Bakery.
A box that seemed to be overflowing to the point where the lid was nearly coming off due to the bulk of what was inside.
From behind the box of delightfulness, Marinette looked up at Adrien in worry and he felt something in him clench.
“I just...I heard what happened and I felt so bad so I thought I would bring something to help and...” She wilted.
Okay.
Okay, that was IT.
His little “prank” made his friends think he was a robot! They were cool with it, which was great and all, but it wasn’t true! He was human and they needed to know that!
There was no way he could let this continue!
“Wait...do robot boys eat sweets?” Marinette asked, surprised.
...
...
...
Screw it.
“Yes.” Adrien said, brightly. “Yes, we do. We have internalized distributors that break it down and convert it to fuel. It keeps up my energy levels, so the more the better.”
The brightness of Marinette’s smile was only outshone by the delightful smell of the rich buttery pastries she put in his hands.
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leviskokoro · 12 months ago
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Mari In Twisted Wonderland | Abridged Version | Savanaclaw
Chapter 2
Days after the Overblot Incident and Revenge Unbirthday Party, Mari gets another dream and this time it’s about the furries-- I mean, animals. She didn’t really get what it meant.
Lunch happened and Ruggie stole Grim’s lunch. Mari was confused but then they were called to the Headmaster’s office so she couldn’t question it. 
Crowley explained shit to the shared brain cell trio and Mari. Blah blah blah. Grim got upset that he can’t play magift and show off. Mari rationalized with him that he won’t be able to show off if he’s only a beginner and that she’ll treat him to canned tuna to cheer him up. He seemed to be having a terrible day, getting his lunch stolen and then being told he can’t participate in a sports event. 
She asked Crowley if he was searching for a way home but quickly realizes that he didn’t seem to be doing it. Though, she didn’t really say anything about it since the demon brothers were probably looking for a way to get her back. 
Then they got back to their dorms later but Crowley came to visit and explained that students were getting injured and shit was real sus since there were a lot of them. Grim told him that he didn’t want to help but he pretty much just forced them by saying the Ramshackle Dorm wasn’t free. He also bribed Grim by saying he’d let him participate in the magift tournament. Though, Mari was aware that he was lying through his teeth. However, she said nothing since she didn’t want to break Grim’s spirit again. Plus, she was going to help regardless of the situation. Might as well be helpful while she’s stuck in there. 
So the investigation started. They looked in the infirmary and Mari noticed that there were no Savanaclaw students that were injured but figured that maybe the culprit hasn’t got to them yet. Then they interrogated two injured students from Heartslabyul and they didn’t get any helpful answers so they tried looking for more clues. Only to fail and go back to the Ramshackle Dorm. 
Ace visited and they explained the situation to him. But then Deuce ran in and yelled about how Trey got injured too. So they ran to the Heartslabyul dorm and saw him. 
Mari was genuinely proud of Grim for being nice enough to give Trey the can of tuna she bought for him earlier in order to cheer him up. 
Riddle came by to check on Trey and then explained how he got injured. Then Cater pulled everyone excluding Trey to a different room and let Mari tell them about the other injured students. 
So, the Heartslabyul gang + Grim and Mari went to investigate together and saw the Pomefiore Dorm, which was probably Mari’s favorite dorm so far. It was certainly pretty. 
And now for Mari’s first impression of Rook: “Dang he kinda hot” 
Rook will remember that
Then the rest of the gang decided that he didn’t look strong enough so the culprit probably wouldn’t wanna target him, then went on to Octavinelle to see the tweels. 
First impression of the tweels as she and the rest ran for their dear lives: “Jesus fuck they’re creepy” 
They escaped and Mari finally remembered what she noticed about the injured students again. “Savanaclaw might be the next targets since there weren’t any injured students from there” 
So they got to the Savanaclaw Dorm and met Jack. She was like “oh you’re the hot furry” and he was like “excuse me?” Then he tells them that he won’t be targetted and that they should fuck off. 
Then they got in trouble with Savanaclaw delinquents and Leona and Ruggie came. Leona recognized Mari as the herbivore that stepped on his tail. The delinquents get angry but he still drinks respecc women juice and just challenges the gang to magift. Since Mari had no magic, she had to sit this one out. 
She goes home and sleeps, but then realizes she can’t and decides to have a midnight walk because she hasn’t seen enough horror movies to know that’s not the best idea. Then she meets Malleus. Probably thinks he’s the hottest guy she’s seen in NRC besides Leona and Jamil. 
“Oh, you are a child of man” “And you’re a man with horns”
She isn’t particularly intimidated by him. Like— She’s met Lucifer and has been nearly killed by him twice. Some strange dude with horns got nothin’ on him. Mari asked who he is and he seemed to be surprised by that, then he smirked. 
Dude said it would be better if she didn’t know and let her call him whatever she wanted. She was like “Aight” then he left. 
Mari goes to sleep and has another dream. She wonders why she’s having another dream about animals and why does the lion look familiar. Then she woke up, wondering what it meant. Barbatos was rather vague when he gave her his parting gift. 
On the way to school with Grim, she told him about the Tall handsome dude with horns. He dubbed him “Tsunotarou”. She liked the name a lot and decided to use it. 
They meet up with Cater and Riddle, who tell them that Jamil got injured. So they go meet him. 
‘Ah fuck his voice is hot too’ Mari thought when she met him. It seemed that she was right about Kalim, he was quite friendly. 
So they finally found out about Ruggie but couldn’t catch him. Then Jack appeared again. He’s like “Why are you working so hard for other people’s sake?” 
Ace is like “Lmao we just wanna get picked for the magift tournament and show off. We don’t give a shit about these guys.”
Mari sighed and said, “Why is literally everyone in this school so selfish?” And Jack questions her as to her reason for doing it. Then she replies with “Well-- Crowley kinda said that living in the Ramshackle Dorm wasn’t free. Though, he didn’t really have to force me since I would’ve helped regardless because I just like feeling helpful.”
Then Jack told the shared braincell trio that they’re worse than he thought. Though, he also mentioned that he didn’t trust Mari’s type. As in, “Guys that just do things for others” 
Ace was like “no u” 
Then Jack was like “Fight me bitch. If you want me to spill my guts, you gotta defeat me”
Deuce went bad boy like “fuck yeah lets go dude” and they fight
And they win. The rest of the guys are surprised that Mari knows how to fight. She’s like “The Future King of Hell taught me martial arts for like a year” and they’re not sure whether she’s being serious or if she’s crazy. 
And then Jack went into this whole spiel about how cowardly tricks make him nauseous and how he wanted to use his own power to claim victory at the top. Then he finally spills the beans on what Ruggie’s unique magic is and how Savanaclaw is in on the plan. 
“Why would they?” “How well you do in the magift tournament can have a big impact on your future, right? So I can’t say I don’t understand their feelings” 
“GRRRRRRRRRRRR” 
Mari is like “Dude, chill. Understanding someone doesn’t mean you agree with them.” 
Jack replied with “The now comes before the future! Show what you can do now!” 
Then goes onto yet another spiel about how he can’t stand Leona and how that guy is amazing but never gives his full effort. 
Ace whispers to Mari like “Damn he tsundere for his own dorm leader” 
And Jack tells them that Savanaclaw is going to target the dorm leader of Diasomnia, Malleus Draconia during the day of the magift tournament. 
Riddle and Cater come by like “Lol thanks for telling us” Then Riddle was going to tell them the plan but Jack was like “bitch im not gonna help. Im gonna do this shit myself. Bye” 
Mari countered with “What have you accomplished on your own?” 
He’s just >:(
“Smart wolves hunt as a pack” “Ugh fine. But if your plan sucks, I’m leaving.” 
So after hearing Riddle out, he’s like “Aight I’ll help.” 
Everyone came to an agreement and went to their respective dorms. Mari has another dream, then thought “Bruh he really wanted to be king then when he became king, he didn’t even do it right.”
“Oi, wake up.” 
Mari felt someone shake her awake. She groaned and swatted away the hands, wanting to sleep more. It didn’t quite register in her mind that someone broke into her room. It was only until her blanket was tugged away from her. The cool air hit her bare body. She shuddered and her eyes finally fluttered open to see Jack with a flustered expression before he threw the blanket over her body. 
“WHY THE HELL ARE YOU NAKED?!” 
“WHY ARE YOU IN MY ROOM?!” 
“Tch.” He looked away and rubbed his neck. “I came from my morning run to wake you up early. I couldn’t let you oversleep on the day of the tournament. S-Sorry for breaking into your room…”
Grim perked up and was motivated to go immediately so that he could collect his reward to play in the tournament. “Come on! Let’s go already!” 
“Just let me get dressed and I’ll be right with you. Be patient.” 
For the rest of that morning, Jack couldn’t look at her directly. When he did, images of that embarrassing situation all came back to his mind 
So they got to the stadium. Shit hit the fan but everything was fine because Heartslabyul revealed their plan. Diasomnia is perfectly alright. 
Leona got pissed and he revealed his unique magic. Sand is everywhere. He’s trying to kill Ruggie. 
Mari is like “Ugh I hate sand” 
Jack also revealed his unique magic and turned into a full furry-- I mean, wolf. This surprised Leona, which gave Riddle the opportunity to collar him. 
Lilia be spittin facts. 
Hearing Leona yell about agony and despair and that things will never change kinda made Mari’s heart hurt because it felt… familiar. How hopeless he seemed to feel. It reminded her of how she was before coming to the Devildom. 
Then he overblotted.
Then they beat the sit out of him. Mari is like “Does this usually happen?” 
So the magift tournament went on and Savanaclaw still got to play because the injured students wanted revenge. Grim also reminded Crowley about his reward so he was allowed to play against Savanaclaw. 
Grim did an oopsie and tried to do a special move but it backfired and hit Mari in the head instead. She had to be rushed to the infirmary. 
She woke up to see the shared braincell trio and the furry boys. Ace told her that she’s been asleep for so long that the closing ceremony was over and they’re dismantling the venue. 
Leona told her that Diasomnia was the champion. 
Ace and Deuce talked about how good Malleus was for a moment. Jack was like “No one can win if they give up before they try.” Mari agreed with him. He then said that he was going to beat Diasomnia fair and square next year. 
Leona was like ““Underhanded tactics” require one’s strength too” and she asked if he even felt bad. He was just like lmao no 
A wild Babie has appeared. Leona went >:0 but introduced Cheka to them. 
Mari squealed at the sight of such an adorable child. Internally she was saying “I’ve seen Cheka for 4 seconds but if anything were ever to happen to him, I’d kill everyone in this room and then myself.”
Jack: So the root of all Leona’s pain is… 
Mari: The cutest lil angel ever! 
Cheka: Are you guys my uncle’s friends? 
Everyone else laughed at Leona except Mari who was busy introducing herself to the lil babie. 
Leona will remember that. 
Timeskip to when Mari went to sleep and saw the creepy shadow in the mirror. She’s lowkey shook but then she woke up. Seeing the time was pretty early in the morning, she decided to have a lil stroll to see the sun rise. 
She found a good spot and sat down, singing lightly to herself. 
The sound of leaves being crushed under one’s feet reached her ears from behind her. Mari didn’t bother looking up at the source, being too enamored with seeing the sky as its hues morph from navy to a golden yellow. The dark clouds turned into tangerine and peach ones. She gave a dreamy sigh. 
“Oi, Mari.” She heard the gruff voice of Jack. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh you know, just… Watching that gorgeous sunrise. I’ve lived in a land with no sun for a year so seeing it like this is quite the blessing,” She responded, still not looking up. 
“Seriously? I’ve never heard of a place like that.” Jack sat beside her. 
“Yeah. Living in Hell was quite the experience but it was fun.” Mari chuckled lightly. 
Her words caused him to furrow his eyebrows, wondering if she was kidding or not. He shook his head, deciding that it wasn’t important. He turned to her. 
“So… about that time…” 
“Hm? What time?” Mari finally looked at him, confusion swirling in her pools of chocolate. She tilted her head. 
His face felt warm as the blood rose to his tanned cheeks. “Y-You know what I’m talking about!”
Upon seeing his flustered expression, she finally remembered what he meant. Her mouth formed an ‘o’. What could he possibly gain from bringing that up now? 
“I wanted to apologize properly…” He spoke up again, rubbing the back of his neck. “I shouldn’t have violated your privacy like that and broke into your room.” He finally had the courage to look back into her eyes. Golden hues meeting chocolate. 
“How can I make it up to you?” 
Mari saw this opportunity and a smirk crept up onto her lips. “You could make it up to me by letting me pet you.” 
He yelped and his eyes widened to the size of saucers. His ears stood erect. “Wh-What?!” 
She pouted. “I thought you wanted to make it up to me? This is the least I could ask for after you broke into my room and saw me naked!” 
“Okay! Okay! Just don’t yell or someone’s gonna hear you.” 
Mari stopped and looked at him with expectations glinting in her eyes. 
He leaned downward. His head was lowered and ears curled back, anticipating her touch. 
She grinned and laid her hand over his head, caressing it tenderly. “Oh my~ Your hair is quite soft. I see that you groom yourself well, Jack. How nice~” She cooed, continuing to pet him with such pure glee swimming in her chocolate eyes. “How are you liking this? Does it feel nice~?” 
“Tch… Just because I’m letting you do this, doesn’t mean I like it,” He told her. 
“But your tail is wagging.” She pointed out. Blood spurted to his face and he pulled away. 
“Alright, that’s enough!” He exclaimed to her, trying not to show her that he was flustered. “We’re going to be late for school if we don’t hurry.” 
Mari glanced at the sun and nodded. “Oh! You’re right. I’ll go wake up Grim and head to class. Thanks again, Jack.” 
“Don’t expect me to let you do that again. We’re not friends or anything.” He walked away from her. 
A smile graced her lips as she watched him leave with a mirthful gaze. “Alright,” she whispered and made her way to the Ramshackle Dorm.
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BLACK-EYED SUSAN | LEVI X READER HUNGER GAMES AU
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Chapter 5: Battle Commences
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I woke up with a start. Oh god oh fuck. I looked around the room frantically, I was still in Levi’s room in the penthouse, it was okay. I wasn’t in District Two, it’s okay. Gabi isn’t dead, it’s okay. Gabi isn’t dead and I most definitely hadn’t killed her.
Yet.
Shut up. I wacked myself in the forehead to get rid of the thought, hopefully getting rid of a few overthinking braincells while I was at it.
“You right?” a deep voice mumbled to my left.
I calmed down immediately and looked to Levi. “Sorry for waking you up, its alright. You can go back to sleep.”
“You sure?”
I just smiled and he weakly nodded before quickly losing consciousness. I sat in that bed for a while, just watching him. I was tempted to just draw back his hair that fell across his face so I could just look at his face. I knew the exact bend of his nose, the length of his eyelashes, the exact tint of his lips. I just looked at the face of my best friend. The face of someone I…
Time to get up.
I shuffled out of the bed as quietly as I could, keeping my warmth within the sheets. I pulled up them just a little further up to his chin before walking out and closing the door behind me and made my way to the kitchen.
“Mornin’ Hanji,” I said with a yawn. I stretched up as far as my arms could, my belly peeking out.
“Mornin,” she greeted back, still groggy despite the coffee she was inhaling. “Where’s short-stack?”
I let out a little chuckle at the nickname that he would no doubt hate if he heard. “He’s just sleeping in a bit.”
I got together some toast and juice for myself. I munched quietly, dead to the world, Hanji too stayed silent. I glanced up for a moment and she was just staring at the table top in front of her, her hands clasped tightly on her mug deep in thought. I closed my eyes again lazily, having no energy to deal with any rants or learn anything for the next hour. We were quiet for a while, encased in our little worlds, when she spoke.
“Is… is that his?” I looked up with a barely open eye to see her analysing me.
“Eh?”
“The shirt.”
I peered down, too tired to remember what I looked like let alone what I was wearing. The white shirt that enveloped over me obviously didn’t fit right and it was wrinkly now after having slept in it. “Oh yeah,” I hummed, taking another sip from my juice, “I stole it from him.”
She went back into deep thought for a while, running her tongue along her teeth. Finally, she decided to just let spill what she really wanted to say. “You like him, don’t you?”
My heart stopped. I choked on my drink that I accidentally breathed in, coughing it up haphazardly as I thumped myself on the chest. Didn’t need coffee to wake up anymore. I let out a pathetic and very unconvincing “What?” My voice cracked as I did so.
She just looked at me sadly from across the table, a pitying smile on her face. I had seen too many of those over the years. Given to me by classmates, teachers, the people at the hub, the other tributes. God, even Hannes used to do it. It seemed everyone always knew, like some magic sixth sense. Everyone knew except for the man in question. But I didn’t need reminding of my stupid fucking feelings for someone who will never reciprocate, especially now.
Hanji continued. “I guessed ever since the reaping, since I saw your face when he volunteered. But you do, don’t you? You love him?”
“Please,” I begged, “Please don’t tell him.” The silence between us rung through the room as my hands shook. “I’m not ruining the last few days I have with him.”
She beat her foot against the ground, her tongue poking her cheek. She wanted to say something else. Something that I was sure was a bad idea or a lie. But she didn’t. Her foot just went still and she nodded.
Soon Levi and Erwin were awake too and grumbled their way into the kitchen, oblivious to the conversation that had just happened. Levi plopped down next to me after grabbing some cereal and went through it intensely. He gave me a side glance which I returned a strained smile to.
He frowned. “What’s up?”
“Just nervous is all.”
He nodded in understanding, it was a believable excuse, the scoring was today. We’d get to show ourselves off and get our score from 1-12 by tonight, luring in potential sponsors before the interviews. They weren’t going to be interested in someone that couldn’t even score a 6. I knew I could get a good score, maybe an 8, a 9 or 10 if I was lucky, but I didn’t want to be leaching off Levi’s sponsors when he inevitably got a high one.
“You’ll be fine brat,” he said, “Even if you get a lower score it’s not the end of the world or anything it’ll just mean they’ll underestimate you.”
“Ah, ever the optimist Levi,” I chuckled.
“Always on cloud nine.”
We went quiet for a moment as he ate some more, I could feel Hanji’s eyes on me. I coughed nervously. “What are you planning on doing?” He had a broader range than me, it was obvious I was doing throwing, but the training room was his oyster.
He swallowed his food and tched. “A mix? I don’t fucking know.”
“You’re meant to be prepared, dumbass.”
“I’ll be fine,” he rolled his eyes, “Floch and his shitty group already saw what happened yesterday.”
“Yesterday?” a voice asked from across the table. We froze. Erwin and Hanji now looked with us towards the source: Nick. “Ah yes I heard all about yesterday Mr Ackerman.”
“What’s he talking about?” Hanji looked to us suspiciously. It was all my idea oh fuck. But before I could try and explain myself and apologise Levi started.
“The careers wouldn’t leave us the fuck alone, so I just bruised up one of the trainers, nothing to fucking worry about.”
“Bruised? Bruised?” Nick screeched, “You broke ribs, an arm and his back!”
“Like I said, nothing to fucking worry about.”
Hanji took off her glasses and pinched the bridge or her nose. “You did this to intimidate the careers?”
Levi shrugged. “They were being fucking annoying.”
“You don’t intimidate the careers Levi; I didn’t think I had to spell that one out for you.” she looked to me. “You too.” I stumbled for words.
“She didn’t do shit, leave her out of this. They wouldn’t fuck off, so I made them.”
“You just learn to ignore them, or just talk to them.”
“Ah yes cause those shitheads like Reiner would love to solve things through talking.”
Hanji sighed and ran her ran her hand over her face. “What did they even say?”
“Just fucking shitty-”
“They said something about her didn’t they.” She looked him dead in the eye, Erwin and Nick looked to me. Levi leant back his chair, arms crossed, and said nothing. He clicked his tongue and refused to look at me. She was right on the money. “So, the answer is yes?” she asked.
“They just… Reiner just…”
“What did he say Levi?”
He dropped his head back and looked at the ceiling, he shifted himself closer to me by just a millimetre and sighed. “He said they’d pick her off first and I wouldn’t be able to do jackshit about it.”
The room was quiet. I could only hear Levi’s foot beating against the ground. I took a deep breath. I didn’t think that was what got him so riled up. Why would he… I got that we were best friends, the person we had left after a lifetime of loss, but why was I worth getting riled up over? Why would Reiner even think to aim at me to do so anyway?
I reached across under the table and squeezed his knee. His eyes slid over to me; his anger gone, his foot still. I tilted my head and gave a little smile. “I’ll be fine, Levi. I’ve got you after all.”
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We were the last two in waiting room, the door slid behind us dramatically letting everyone know of our arrival. I stiffened as the room looked at us, I could feel Levi tense beside me.
“Over here!” Sasha called out in one of those loud-whisper voices gesturing over to the concrete bench behind her and Connie that was already half inhabited by Kaya and Niccolo.
I tugged on Levi’s sleeve and headed over, sliding down next to them after Levi. I tried my best to ignore the stare Reiner was giving me from the other side of the room. Levi’s knuckles whitened as he gripped the bench, no doubt glaring back over my head. I nudged my hand into his, ignoring the heart attack it gave me, and calming him down. He let out a breath and glanced to me, still a bit red with… anger I supposed.
I directed my attention to the other four, they obviously had calmed down from yesterday’s scare, no longer looking uneasy with Levi, but looking more nervous he was about to start a fight with Reiner which was becoming more and more likely as they continued to live in the same world. The guard left for a moment, and much to the room’s horror, Reiner instantly took the opportunity by marching up to us. Levi and I had risen out of chairs by the time he was at my feet.
“Hi there (y/n), I don’t believe we’ve talked before,” he greeted slimily, “It appears I haven’t made the best impression on your boyfriend though.”
I felt my eyebrow twitch. “No, it seems not.” To which statement I was replying to I wasn’t even sure myself.
He extended his hand to shake, and I knew it was bait, but the alternative was angering him. I took it and he yanked me forward, slamming me into his chest, nearly throwing me off my feet. I sensed Levi about to jump into action, but I quickly raised my other hand, gesturing to cool it.
“Follow your master like a good dog Levi.”
I restrained myself from punching him in the face myself. Levi moved his hand to my shoulder to try and pull me away as gently as he could, but Reiner was having none of it.
“What are you doing Levi? You don’t get to have her back, she’s mine right now. I know I joke a lot, but I do know she isn’t actually your girlfriend.” A part of me wanted to turn around so I could see Levi’s face. To know if it struck a chord. The room was quiet.
“Leave her the fuck alone Reiner,” Levi spat.
“Ah but she’s so pretty!” He looked down at me with a smirk, taking no notice of my glare as he thumbed my lip. He moved his hand to my jaw and lifted my chin up to force me only an inch from his mouth. I held back a gag. Levi was far too ready to blend Reiner’s face into the ground.
“Tribute Braun.” The guard had returned, eyeing Reiner suspiciously.
Reiner looked down at me half-lidded, tilting his head. “I look forward to seeing you in there (y/n).”
I returned with a smile, one that was a little too wide and showed a too many teeth. “Me too.”
He scoffed under his breath, before finally letting me go and finding his way back next to Gabi. The young girl in question looked between us bewildered and then just looked back to her feet dangling off the ground. Levi pulled me back to him, sheltering me with an arm around my back so I was forced to turn my head away.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, scowling. “Forget you killing him, I’ll do it myself,” I muttered. Levi nodded, already thinking of a way to let me get the final blow.
Sasha’s group created a barricade around me, Levi slipped me between himself and Kaya. “You alright?” Niccolo asked.
I shrugged. “He’s just a fuckin career.” That didn’t help unnerve them one bit.
A guard came in with a clipboard, running his fingers over the first name. “Bertolt Hoover?”
The tall boy in question rose to his feet and followed the man out the door. It would suck to be first, but I was going to be last so he wasn’t getting much sympathy from me. Over the next few hours the room depleted, one by one, district after district, going in to get their score. I wondered what type of thing Gabi was going to do, Falco I was even less sure of. Soon it was just the six of us, the air calm now.
“Connie Springer?”
“That’s me!” Connie jumped up, I held back from making a joke about his last name. The man didn’t even bother to look up and just walked past the sliding doors again.
We waved as he went, Sasha wishing him good luck. I assumed he was going to be using spears, it didn’t strike me that he specialised in anything like Sasha. Levi told me Connie had picked it up pretty quickly when they were training together. Ten minutes later Sasha was called, and ten after that so was Niccolo, leaving just Kaya and us. She shuffled nervously next to me, her feet rubbing together as they couldn’t reach the ground.
“You’ll be fine,” I said, “It’s just a score, it doesn’t mean much.” Like it was just some mathematics test. She nodded but didn’t believe my words.
“Kaya Zuerst?”
She hopped off the bench, looking twice the size of the guard.
“Kaya,” Levi called out from next to me, she turned. “You’re a smart kid, they’ll see that.”
She looked doe-eyed before smiling, she didn’t do too many of those. She nodded enthusiastically and marched after the guard.
I gave Levi a glance. “What?” he asked, accusatory.
“Nothing, nothing,” the corners of my lips twitched up, “You’re usually not one for encouragement is all.”
“I can do it sometimes, brat.”
I laughed, throwing my head back. He watched me with a little smile on his face, no one was here to hide it from. The next ten minutes passed far too quickly, and the guard returned. Levi stood up and exhaled, prepping himself before his name was even called. He glanced to me.
“Give them hell, yeah?” I grinned.
He rolled his eyes and tched. “Obviously.”
I didn’t realise how cold the room was until I was the last one left in it. So quiet too. You’d think the metal walls and floor would echo every little sound they picked up, but it was just dead silent. I could hear my fingernails scraping the concrete bench like it was in my ear. I scuffed my shoes on the floor, waiting and wondering on how Levi was doing. Hoping he wasn’t pissing them off.
Finally, the guard returned. He led me through a maze of corridors, how he could tell apart one grey corridor from the next was beyond me, but eventually we ended up at the right room. Up above I could see Floch and his little gremlins peering down at me, waiting for the show to start.
Stood in the middle of the floor, I looked up. “(y/n) (l/n) from District Twelve.” Floch said nothing, his eyes just bore into my soul.
I gulped. I walked straight towards the knife throwing rack. I could feel their eyes watching me like prey. I picked up one in my dominant hand, casting a few others between the fingers of my other. I took a deep breath and faced the dummy that stood on the other side of the room. Its paper white skin stuck out sorely from the space, its red targets on its torso and head being the only thing to bring any colour. Its faceless face just stared at me waiting to be destroyed. It’s one and only purpose.
I glanced up to the judges, even though I already knew they were watching. I took one step and whipped my arm, sending the knife straight into the bullseye of the target on the torso. A low whistle sounded out from above. I took another breath and threw again, sending into the dummy’s right hand, piercing all the way through. It was a risky throw, but I had to show I could hit small and organic spots. I quickly followed it up by getting it through the other hand. I took in a sharp breath, if I directed my arm only a centimetre difference, I would have missed it entirely.
I took a deep breath, closing my eyes. Calm down. I opened my eyes, tunnel visioned on that faceless face in front of me. With the last knife in hand, I sent it flying right between invisible eyes, sheathing the blade entirely in the stuffed brain.
It almost materialised in my mind that this was a simulation for killing a living breathing human, but I cast it away. I looked up to the onlookers and bowed my head and walked as fast as possible to the exit, keen to get out of Floch’s sight. Though the hairs on the back of neck told me his eyes never left me.
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The doors of the elevator opened, I walked out, ready to go straight to Levi to complain on how I could have done better, when I heard hushed voices in the living room. I crept quietly towards the source and hid behind the wall so I could eaves drop. I wasn’t sure why I was sneaking around like some sort of my spy, but my gut just told me that I needed to do this. I strained my ears and started hearing the voices of Hanji, Erwin, and most importantly Levi.
“So I don’t need you two to focus on me alright, just get her fucking out of there,” I heard Levi say.
“But…Levi,” Erwin paused, “What happens if you two are last left?”
The room was silent. I could feel the blood pumping in my ears. Don’t say it. Please don’t say it.
“I’ll probably just off myself.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, I knew he would say that, that possible ending had been there since the Mayor’s room. I just didn’t want it to be real. We were on a race to see who would kill themselves first. I wanted to throw up. I tiptoed away from the wall going back to the elevator. I took a deep breath, calming and forcing back any tears that were threatening to surface, and then plastered a smile on my face.
“I’m back!” I yelled through the penthouse.
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We finished dinner quickly and found ourselves lazing on the couch waiting for Willy to come on screen. Low and behold, right on the dot of seven o’clock his nig white smile filled the camera, paired with his electric blue bob.
“Good evening my lovely audience,” he began, “Tonight we’ll be taking a look at our tributes skill score this year, as usual the score will be on a rating scale of one to twelve. Are you all excited? I sure am! As usual we’ll start from District One.”
He started listing through them all, Bertolt and Annie both got a nine which was no surprise, Reiner got a ten which just cemented the level of threat we thought he was. The scaling of one to twelve was never taken seriously, a ten was read as a ten out of ten. I’d never heard of anyone getting an eleven, let alone a twelve before. Gabi somehow got an eight, one that astounded the whole room, though I could practically hear her whinging about it already. I cringed as Falco got a four, he was really screwed, not that he wasn’t already. Marcel got a nine as well, rounding off the careers.
None of really listened after Marcel. A few fours, fives and sixes were thrown out, none ever went past seven though. Levi and I ignored all of them until we got to District Ten.
“Connie Springer with a score of… eight.”
“He’d be happy with that,” I muttered, Levi nodded.
“Sasha Blouse with a score of… nine.”
A smile broke on my face, “She’ll so make fun of him because he got one lower.” He broke a little smirk at that.
“Niccolo Kochin with a score of…five.”
I grimaced but it was no surprise, Niccolo wasn’t made for the games, he was painfully average as they came, despite the fact he was older. I was half surprised his score beat Falco’s.
“Kaya Zuerst with a score of… six.”
Mine and Levi’s eyes flew open, a six was certainly not a bad score for someone so young.
I knocked my knee with Levi’s. “Seems your pep talk did some good.”
He rolled his eyes, but his eyes stayed on the image of her on screen. A flash of pride went through him. I held back from teasing him.
We all then leant forward, ready to hear Levi’s score. Hanji’s, Erwin’s and even Nick’s eyes were glued to the screen along with ours, ready to see the number that could make or break our game.
An eleven flashed across the image of Levi. I couldn’t believe it, and neither could he. Nick looked like the definition of the word flabbergasted.
“What the fuck did you do in there?” Hanji questioned.
“Just screwed up some of those dummies,” Levi shot back, but he was looking for an answer too. I was sure the answer lay in the training room incident, Floch had certainly taken those broken bones into account.
I drew a quick breath, not having the time to rejoice yet. We all stared at the screen in anticipation.
“(y/n) (l/n)…” my heartbeat hammered in my ears, “with a score of…” oh let it out already would you. All I wanted was an eight, I could work with that, come on, I’ll take an eight.
“Ten.”
Huh?
My eyes were saucers as the room erupted in cheers, though they were entirely made by just an enthusiastic Hanji and an Erwin pumping his fist from the comfort of his seat.
Levi bumped his shoulder into mine. “Good job.”
I grinned. “You too.”
“What did they feed you two in Twelve, holy fuck,” Hanji cackled. For just a small time, the cheery self I was sure existed before her games was running through her veins once again. Was it hope maybe? Hope that she wouldn’t have to watch both of her district kids die again? I wasn’t sure, but things like that don’t have to be analysed. Sometimes you can just be happy.
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Today were the interviews, we’d only get five minutes on stage each to show ourselves off before the games started. The games were tomorrow, holy fuck. But anyway, getting ready for the interviews entailed a lot more training than either Levi or I thought it would need. Nick for a whole hour taught us the proper etiquette I was sure Levi would throw out the door immediately. We had to learn how to sit properly, how to make eye contact properly, how to laugh properly. All exactly the way it’s meant to be done. I even had to learn to walk in terrifying high heels and prayed Erwin hadn’t chosen similar ones for me. But even though Nick was a bit of a hardass I knew this was his way of helping, even if he didn’t want to admit he liked us.
Next, we were whisked away to Erwin who was making final adjustments to our outfits. We each stood on a platform as Erwin and his assistants flew between us, poking in yet another pin. My dress was pretty simple, a jet-black dress that almost reached the floor, the drapes were shaped like petals and felt just as velvety as real ones. The top part went all the way down my arms and up my neck, skin-tight. On the table next to us was also chunky gold jewellery I was sure to wear later, many of which looked like yellow flowers. The shoes I had on were thankfully far less scary than the ones Nick gave me. They were platform shoes, combat boots almost, adorned in gold chains that were meticulously placed as to not be trippable.
Levi looked very dapper, I had to look away from him, pretending it was just because of how Erwin situated me not because my face was heating up with every stuttered word I managed out. He had a jet-black pant suit and shirt that hugged him in all the right places, no doubt trying to show off his physique. He kept his shirt unbuttoned one too many buttons for me to able to feel sane. What is it with guys always looking good in full black? I wanted to hit Erwin for letting an outfit come into creation even though it was incredibly simple. Where his revealed chest was, showed a daisy chain necklace of black-eyed susans that I hadn’t put on yet, I almost thought they were real until Levi started complaining on how hard they were. Suspiciously, through the whole tailoring process, he avoided my eye the whole time when I did sneak a glance at him even though he’d seen me almost bare only a few days ago at home.
Home. It wouldn’t be home anymore no matter which of us returned.
Levi was allowed to go before me, mine needing more adjustments as it was just a bit more elaborate, leaving me alone with Erwin. I liked Erwin, he was quite calm and calculated. Every movement and word that left him was purposeful and honest. He had a bunch of pins in his mouth, bushy eyebrows furrowed as he scouted every imperfection in his design.
“It must suck having to deal with Twelve as your first year usually,” I said.
Without looking up he replied, “I chose Twelve.”
“Why would you ever choose Twelve?”
“Every year,” he put in another pin, “The stylists watch the reapings and call dibs on which district they want. Most already have designs for most districts, or outfits that can adjust for each one. Sometimes multiple if they're a workaholic. But as we went through my gut told me to wait. Everyone had already chosen theirs and when we got to yours a lot of people regretted that decision.” He chuckled to himself, reliving the memory. “The other stylists are quite jealous I got the pleasure of working with you two.”
“I’m glad we got you then.”
“I do like you two very much.”
“Even Levi?”
“Especially Levi.”
I laughed, forgetting I had to stay still and very thankful I didn’t get stabbed by a thousand needles. He watched me with a thin smile.
“What?” I asked, his gaze feeling inquisitory.
He started to shake his head but froze. “Make sure when you’re on stage, to talk about him.”
“Why?”
“You get a twinkle in your eye.” He didn’t explain any further and let me go after taking the dress off.
I met up with Levi and Hanji in the living room, the latter already ranting to the other. She looked up. “Oh good, you’re here. I have no idea how to save him.”
He leant back into the couch, arms crossed and frown ever prominent.
I tilted my head. “He can’t be that bad.”
“We practised and he immediately swore at me.”
“Ah.”
“I don’t know why this is all so important anyway,” he grumbled, “Why does how likable I am, have anything to do with how I’ll do in there.”
“Cause it gives them a reason to root for you,” Hanji sighed, “People don’t root for a boring asshole.”
“I’m not boring.” He didn’t waste time trying to debunk the second adjective.
“Look how about...” Hanji looked around the room before a light bulb moment happened and her eyes flew to me. “Just pretend you’re telling me or Erwin about her, just find one of us in the audience and tell us all about her.”
I looked down in my hands, hiding my face in embarrassment.
“Fine,” he said, his face still sour but his was voice considerably softer.
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We rode down the elevator, my nails dug into my palms. Levi knocked his hand with mine, immediately making me loosen my grip. “You’ll be fine brat, you’re likable.”
“What, scared you won’t be?” I joked. He rolled his eyes, but he didn’t argue. I could tell it had been weighing on him all day, he was physically incapable of being anything but himself, but if he was unlikable, it could crash down on both of us. “You’ll be fine, Levi. I think you forget how cool you are.” He tched but pink dusted his cheeks at the compliment.
We stepped out into the corridor, a guard already waiting for us to direct us where to go. We followed him silently and found ourselves at the back of the line of everyone. Every person I could see was shifting nervously, I swore people were less scared of going on stage than into the games. I could hear the ear-splitting crowd from here, Willy’s voice only barely drowning them out. I hoped the dramatic eyeliner on would hide the fear in my eyes.
A stage director came out and gestured for the first person to come. I took a deep breath as Annie walked out ahead, the first to go on. Her going first made any following acts a lot easier. She was cold and stoic despite being from One, so Willy would have a tough time with her, not to mention from what I could tell as I watched her shaking hands, she was not made to be in the spotlight.
The time flew by quickly, or least in comparison to the scoring yesterday. Unsurprisingly Reiner and Gabi were the crowd favourites, Reiner bringing his confidence and Gabi bringing her enthusiasm. District Two was well loved here. Sasha and Connie got a lot of the audience as well, both playing up humour which was unsurprising, even heckling each other on stage which got the crowd in stitches. Kaya was a pleasant guest to calm down the energy again, speaking softly and distinctly. Willy congratulated her on her score which got her beaming. I patted Niccolo on the back when he got sent out and tried my best to tune him out as he was painfully awkward for the first half, but as soon as he got prompted to talk about something he was passionate about, food, he became almost captivating to watch. Willy looked incredibly relieved. But that meant I was up next.
“Go time,” the staff ordered. I gave a last glance to Levi. From his spot leant on the wall, he looked me straight in the eye and nodded. You’ll be fine. I took a deep breath and stepped out onto the stage.
The crowd roared as soon as my foot was visible, practically deafening me. Without much thought I made my way to the couch next to Willy Tybur and tried not to trip on my own two feet as I did so. He welcomed me with open arms and guided me into sitting down. As much as Capitol citizens sucked, particularly the ones involved with Games, Willy did try and make each tribute shine as best he could. His electric blue hair stood against his white suit, making us look like yin yang on stage with my full black getup. I heard a few whistles from the audience and held back the urge to flip them the finger.
“(y/n), what a pleasure it is to meet you,” Willy greeted.
“And likewise, Mr Tybur.”
“Oh please, call me Willy!”
The crowd laughed, what was so funny about I had no clue.
“Before we start, I must say, I do love your hair,” I complimented.
“Oh thank you! I just had it done today.”
“But I did think it was candy when I first saw it.”
He gasped dramatically. “Is it the blue?”
I nodded solemnly. “It’s the blue.” The crowd laughed at our mock stoic faces.
“The question is, does it taste like it?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Well, there’s only one way to find out.” The crowd giggled as we hesitantly leant towards each other. I took a strand of his hair and took a fake bite, letting go and chewing, as if I were savouring the taste. “Hair, definitely hair.”
The crowd roared, Willy joining in. I was still jittery but at least they sounded as though they liked me.
“Now you made quite the impression at the reaping and at the parade and now here, I’ve got to guess that you’re quite popular at home. Have a boy that’s taken your heart?” He winked dramatically to the audience which got some laughs. I chuckled nervously, not wanting to say out loud what I thought the inside joke was in case it was wrong.
I scratched the back of my neck with the biggest smile I could manage. “No sorry, I haven’t really had a boyfriend or anything like that before, I haven’t had many people like me, I don’t think I was blessed with confidence for it anyway.”
“Maybe the boys thought you were already taken.” He raised an eyebrow which got another laugh from the audience. “I think a few of us assumed something might be brewing because of those flowers.” I flushed. “Has Levi had any luck with the girls?”
I rolled my eyes dramatically, very thankful to switch topic to something I could talk his ear off about. “You’d think so, wouldn’t you?”
He clapped his hands together excitedly. “Oh, please do tell.”
“He’s been popular at home since he started school, the amount of confessions I’ve walked in on is unbelievable.”
“But he’s never accepted them?”
“Never! If he tells you he hasn’t had the opportunity or people don’t like him, let it be known he is a full-blooded liar.”
Willy threw back his head and laughed, hand on his chest. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind. Now back to you, you received a ten in the scoring, I’m not saying I thought you were weak but I certainly wasn’t expecting a score that high.”
“You wound me Willy,” that earned some more chuckles, “But I was surprised too don’t worry, I was just gunning for an eight if I’m honest.”
“That still means you were expecting a fairly high score, hmmm,” he looked me up and down suspiciously, “Have some hidden talents, do you?”
I grinned. “A few.”
“Oh I wish I could ask you more, but we’re not allowed to talk about it aren’t we?”
I shook my head. “I’m afraid not, though I’m sure you’ll see why I got that score soon enough.” A few oo’s went around the audience.
“Well, I’m certainly excited to see. Isn’t everyone?” The crowd applauded and cheered; they really were just a living sound board. He turned back to me. “Now, I'm afraid this may sombre the mood, but what’s this up here?” Willy gestured up to the screen above us which showed me shaking my head frantically at the reaping as Hanji stood next to me fishing out a name for the boys. The clip replayed over and over thankfully, so I didn’t have to see how crestfallen I was only seconds after.
I swallowed, my face failing to hold the happy-go-lucky self I had just had on. “I was trying to tell Levi not to volunteer.”
The crowd awed.
“Had he told you? That he would volunteer if you were ever called?”
I shook my head. “When I saw his face I just… I just knew what he was going to do.”
“You could tell just from his face?”
“Yes, I’ve always been able to.”
I could see some members of the audience dabbing their eyes with handkerchiefs, the seat suddenly became extremely uncomfortable.
Willy took my hand in his, patting the top of mine as he looked to the audience with a sympathetic smile. “And now that he did volunteer, what’s your plan now?”
“To get him out, he shouldn’t even be here in the first place.” I could sense Levi wanting to argue with me from the corridor. How he could argue against something like that I couldn’t be sure, but he would certainly try. “But even though I want to punch him for coming,” I nearly cracked a grin, “If I were betting, my money would be on him.”
The timer went off and the audience cheered, giving a huge applause as Willy brought me to my feet so I could courtesy. The sound echoed in my skull even after I had walked up and sat next to Niccolo on the right of the stage.
“And now with that warm pre-introduction can we now give a welcome to our last tribute, Levi Ackerman!”
He walked slowly on to the stage, no doubt just trying to lessen the amount of time he had to talk as much as he could, but it just made him look like some suave bad boy. I had to hold back giggles as the crowd wooed him. That black shirt was doing wonders. Levi finally sat down, almost going to cross his arms, but Nick had drilled into him that doing that would not be accepted, even from him. Instead, he put them on the arms rests, like he was being strapped in to be tortured. He avoided looking at the audience at all costs, leaving him to just accidentally glare at Willy. Thankfully, Willy seemed to be used to this kind of guest and immediately cut out any possible light-hearted script he had previously thought of. I wondered if Hanji let it slip to him what sort of questions to ask.
“So, Levi,” Willy started, “Your district partner has already told us quite a bit about you. She’s painted you in quite a good light. But first I want to get into your score. An eleven! That’s quite a feat, I can’t even recall the last time someone got one.”
Levi shrugged. “Just a score.” That got some chuckles from the audience. Just a score, you say that when you get a five not an eleven Levi. I hoped sponsors were leaning forward in their seats.
“Just a score! Just a score! You’re certainly a confident one Levi,” Willy laughed, “You’ll be a force to reckon with.”
Levi shrugged again, this time a small smirk appearing. “We’ll see.” I swore I heard a few girls squeal, I squeezed my eyes shut. Calm down, not the place to be jealous.
“Now, am I right in thinking you and your district partner are close?” Willy asked, Levi nodded, shifting in his seat, “What’s life like for you two at home?”
“Well,” he glanced to me behind him, I gave him two discreet thumbs up, “We’ve lived with each other for the past while. We used to live with our two other friends too but they… Anyway yeah, we’ve lived with each for the past few years.”
Willy gave a look to the audience, eliciting some chuckles. “Lived together, hmmm, are you more than just roommates?”
“She’s my best friend,” he answered simply. It shouldn’t have made my heart swell but it did.
“Now just before, (y/n) talked to us about the reaping.” The crowd quietened; a cough could be heard from the back row. “That was very brave of you to volunteer.”
Levi cut him off. “It wasn’t.”
Willy looked dumbfounded; whispers shot through the watchers. Willy calmed himself. “When you heard her name called, what was running through your mind?”
Levi was silent for a while. “As soon as I heard, I knew I had volunteer, there wasn’t another choice for me.”
“Is there a reason she’s special to you?”
He clicked his tongue like he’d asked the most obvious question he’d ever heard. “Because she’s her.” The crowd awed. “She can be selfless to a fault, especially when it comes to me. I haven’t really done anything to deserve it, I don’t really know why she stuck around if I’m honest.”
I shook my head; it was the other way around. A camera caught me for sure, but I didn’t care.
“Stuck around?” Willy probed further.
“My…my mother and her parents passed away around the same time,” the crowd let out some cries, “I was a huge fucking asshole,” I could practically hear Nick weeping to himself over the swear word, “I’d pick a fight with anyone that looked at me wrong, well I haven’t changed much in that respect, I just wasn’t a good person. But she came over to me, even though she was grieving twice as much as me, and just stuck around, not letting me push her away at all. It was annoying at the start but…”
“Not annoying enough to not admit to yourself that you liked her company?” Willy finished.
Levi nodded. “She’s kept me alive for the past few years, it’s time for me to do the same.”
The buzzer sounded, and the crowd sulked, begging for more. I was grateful, had it gone on any longer I might have cried. Levi walked over to find his seat next to me, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He spared me a glance but looked away immediately.
“What?” he muttered.
I didn’t have a reply.
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We went back to the penthouse and Hanji sent us off to get changed out of our clothes before requesting us to the living room. She directed us to sit down and we did so with no complaints. She looked into her clasped hands as we shifted nervously. She looked like she couldn’t believe what she was thinking.
“I’m…” she began, “I’ve been thinking about it a lot and I’m going to give you two the advice that is usually the one thing you are not mean to do.” She looked up to us intensely, her eyebrows furrowed and face stoic. “I want you two to go into the cornucopia.”
We were both taken aback, taking a minute to digest those words. It was the golden rule that anyone that wasn’t a career took very seriously. Going into the cornucopia was a death wish for most people, it’s a great way to get killed within the first two minutes as everyone rushes the weapons. Levi kneaded his palm with his fist, neither of us were sure what to think. Going into the cornucopia meant you were screwed short term, but not going meant you were usually screwed long term. You can survive a few days without weapons through just hiding and running, but if you’re in the final few that’s not how you win unless you’re gifted with a miracle.
“I have a feeling that this arena will be harder than usual. Levi, you’re faster right?” Levi nodded. “I want you to go into the weapons, I want (y/n) to go to the supplies around the edge.”
“Absolutely not,” I stood up, “You’re not putting Levi in the middle of a death trap.” Levi looked to the ground.
Hanji, feeling the tension building, muttered a quick “I’ll leave you guys to talk” and escaped.
“I’ll do it,” he muttered.
I turned to him with wide eyes. “Huh?”
He reluctantly looked up. “We can’t deal with Reiner and the rest of them unarmed. I have a feeling they’ll either stay clear of us or gun for us first. We’ll die if it’s the latter.”
“But you- I just,” I tangled my hands in my hair, tempted to pull chunks out to just let my frustration have some sort of outlet, “You’re not even meant to be here. I’m not letting you get fucking killed.”
His face softened. “Brat, calm down. I can handle it.”
“But I,” I forced back tears, my voice went to a whisper, “I can’t.” I sat back down again, my head in my hands trying to hide the tears that wanted to fall to the floor between my fidgeting feet. “I… You have this desire to put yourself in danger and I don’t know what I’ll do if you actually get hurt.”
I heard him shuffle next to me and then saw his feet in front of mine. “Look at me (y/n).” I hesitantly did as I was told, lifting my head to see him crouched before me. “Look…” he tried to find the words. “As fucked as it is, we’re probably going to get hurt whether we go in or not, one of us will be killed whether we go in or not. It’ll be the same outcome no matter what we do, and maybe even worse.”
Slowly he grabbed my hand delicately and held it between his. “We’ll be alright brat.” I wanted to look away but his steel eyes were locked onto mine and wouldn’t let go. I didn’t want to lose him, the thought of him dying in the first few minutes and leaving me alone for the rest of the time was mortifying, though the chance of him actually dying like that was lower than I wanted to admit.
“Okay,” I breathed, “We’ll go in, but if when we get in it looks bad, we have to be ready to change plans.”
He clicked his tongue but didn’t argue.
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It was the last night, the last night. Tomorrow I might be dead or a murderer, and Levi might be too. I wandered to his room, like the nights before, not needing to knock. Quietly as a mouse I snuck into his sheets, I felt his breath caress my face and looked up into his piercing grey eyes.
“I’m sorry I got mad at you before,” I whispered. He just shook his head. “I’m just scared.”
“I know.”
“I’m just scared I’ll lose you,” I leant my forehead into his chest, “I don’t what I’d do if I did.”
He cupped my head and pushed me closer, our legs glanced off each other. I gripped onto his shirt tightly, holding on for dear life. I hadn’t even realised I was shaking so bad. His rested his chin on top of my head, smoothing out my hair with his hand. I held back a sob.
“We’ll be alright brat,” he muttered, “We’ve always managed, we’ll be alright.”
Neither of us believed that but we didn’t have any other choice to believe in those words anyway. It’ll be okay, it has to be.
The next morning the light snuck in past the blinds, casting light rays on the both of us. It painted his sleeping face beautifully. His arm was still under my neck, his other wrapped around my waist. It was a miracle I could move my head back even a centimetre to look at him. Slowly, I ran a thumb across his cheek, it was impossibly soft and smooth, he must have taken advantage of every hygiene product he’d found since we got here, I thought with a chuckle.
Footsteps starting getting closer to the door and I quickly shut my eyes. Please don’t take me away from him I begged. The door creaked open, spilling the light from the corridor in. I breathed slow and paced.
“They’re still asleep,” Erwin whispered. It was silent for a moment.
“We don’t have to leave yet,” Hanji said, “Give them a few more minutes of peace.”
The door shut and my eyes flew open, though to my horror I was met with open grey ones. I prayed that he had only just woken up, not before I caressed him. He thankfully made no indication that he knew. His eyes raked my face up and down, like he was making sure to memorise every part of it, in case he couldn’t see it anymore. He sat up and pulled me up with him. My hands sat snug in his, his thumb brushed over the back of them.
I held back my blush as much as I could. “Hey,” I said softly.
“Hi, brat.”
“Today’s really the day huh?” he nodded. “Are we going to be okay?”
“As long as it’s not some shitty plan, we’ll be alright. I trust Hanji knows what she’s doing on the outside.”
I nodded. “Time to get up?”
“Not yet,” he muttered. I looked at him in shock but said nothing and he just played with my hands. He inspected every finger, every fingernail, the lines of my palm, detailing it all to memory. Each touch sparked electricity between us, making me flustered again at his delicate touch. When he had gone through my right hand he looked up to my again, and deep into my eyes, memorising the exact shading and tone of my irises. When he got to his feet, pulling me off the bed, one hand still encased in his, I wished I had taken the time to memorise him too.
Breakfast was a quiet endeavour, my hand stayed laced in his under the table. No one mentioned anything about it. Nick gave us a teary goodbye when we left, I had no idea he harboured that many feelings for us, maybe it was just for once he realised that he was saying goodbye to people who were going to die.
We only had to take the elevator one floor up to the roof. Waiting for us was the hovercrafts, guarded by too many people to be deemed necessary. We split off from Erwin and Hanji without a word and went into the tribute one while they went to the other. Our hands stayed interlaced when we walked through the open hatch. I waved quickly to Sasha and Connie who waved back with a strained smile. Next to them, Niccolo was trying to calm down Kaya who looked apprehensive of flying but he looked even worse. Our fingers were forced to leave each other when we had to buckle into the remaining seats. His fingers brushed the tips of mine before departing.
The hatched closed up with a bang and the whirring of the rotary blades started, lifting us into the air.
As soon as we were stable, a woman started walking around, one by one she went to each of the seated tributes and stuck a needle into their arm. Each winced, trying to not let their discomfort show. Eventually she made her way over to me.
“What’s that?” Levi questioned.
The woman lifted my arm and stuck in the huge injector. “Tracker.” I shook out my arm when she was done, getting rid of the weird feeling. Levi took it as well, not even flinching as it inserted itself into his skin.
The flight over was quick and quiet, even Sasha and Connie remained silent for the duration of it. My hand had found his again somewhere halfway through. He laced his fingers with mine, letting our hands bounce on the metal chair from the turbulence.
The hover craft landed, and the systems turned off. A large smack was heard on the other side of the hatch and it promptly opened. Some officers with guns were ready on either side of the opening. It always occurred to me that a group at some point must have attempted to make a run for it, especially at this point. We might even be able to do it, but I wasn’t risking having a bullet between my eyes.
We unbuckled ourselves, our hands quickly found each other again. His palm on mine was a lifeline at this point. We followed behind everyone else, Sasha and Connie in front of us. In groups of six we got on little carts, we ended up on one with the four people we liked thankfully. The ride was silent, Sasha and Connie didn’t say a word, looking stoic, Niccolo and Kaya just fidgeted. We winded through the building’s unorganised infrastructure, hoping the driver didn’t know where he was going. But he knew it like the back of his grey glove.
We ended up in a circular corridor, doors leading into the same central spot it seemed. Each had a sign above the doorway reading a district and male or female. They were randomly ordered it seemed.
We hopped off the cart and peered around cautiously, mentors were waiting for their tributes to lead them in. Erwin stood out quite obviously from everyone else, we didn’t have two mentors like most other districts did so Erwin was our substitute. The other four spotted their mentors quickly and waved.
I turned to them all, this would be the last time we’d likely see each other in this life, or at least on peaceful terms. “I’ll see you guys on the other side I guess,” I said. They gave me a smile, the last ones I might ever see.
“It was good knowing you all,” Sasha said, “In another life yeah?” We all nodded, even Levi. Sasha pulled me into a hug, almost crushing my lungs with love. “I’m sorry you have to go through this too,” she whispered in my ear. I looked to Connie over her shoulder, she looked to Levi. We understood the pain we were about to endure.
“I’m sorry for anything I have to do.”
She shook her head. “I understand, likewise.”
She let me go and gave me one last pure smile before they all split up, each giving a wave goodbye. Levi rubbed my shoulder, I inhaled sharply. I didn’t have time to cry.
“Well then,” I exhaled, “It’s time to go.”
I pulled him into a hug, squeezing him tight, wanting to imprint himself on my body. He hid his eyes under his undercut. I let go, and held him at arm’s length, giving him one last smile. As I turned to leave, he yanked on my hand and pulled me back into his arms, his biceps trapping me. I stiffened initially from surprise before melting into it. Our foreheads rested on the other’s shoulder, our feet swaying us side to side. It didn’t matter that people were watching.
“Don’t die,” he whispered. I nodded firmly.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
We rose our heads and looked each other in the eye, it felt like the moment for a goodbye kiss but that wasn’t on the table. For better or for worse. He swallowed, taking once last look at me before jogging after Erwin who was waiting for him. I took a deep breath, watching his back disappear into a room, and turned to follow Hanji.
She shut the door behind us, the room was bare except for a pile of folded clothes on a chair and a little corner room that held a bathroom. And of course, right in the middle was a giant glass tube I was going to be sent up in. She handed by the clothes, the jacket and pants were sandy and surprising light and breathable. The tank top was black and simple, tight enough where you could still breath but not need to worry about fabric rippling in the wind.
“Erwin snuck a glance at the clothes before,” Hanji spoke, handing over the pair of shoes, “We both reckon desert.”
I swallowed and made my way into the bathroom, leaving it open a crack so I could still hear and talk to her as I changed. “So, what does that mean for us?”
“Well, I’m guessing water will be hard to get, I doubt you’ll get it in the cornucopia or from any rain or rivers around. Not to mention it’ll be hot as balls all the time, so there’s going to have to be shelter of some sort. Deaths through heatstroke aren’t fun to watch.”
I nodded even though she couldn’t see me, getting on my pants. “Anything else?”
“There might be things in the sand if there’s space for it so watch your step. Make sure you don’t trip in it either, sand is a pain to run in.”
I slid on the tank top. “I’ve never been to the beach before.”
“It’s like mud but not sticky.”
I stepped out, now fully dressed. Hanji stepped forward and zipped up my jacket. “Any last advice?”
She stared at me, pouting her lips. “Yeah actually, I really think you should tell him.”
I ran my fingers over my face. “Hanji one of us is going to die in there, probably both of us. I don’t want his last thought of me being that he wished I didn’t tell him.”
“What if… what if it’s reciprocated?” I wasn’t about to let some impossible hypotheticals get to me.
“That’s… that’s even worse. Our last thoughts would be what could have been.” She sighed but said nothing else.
“Talking about Levi though,” I began, “If we get separated during it, send sponsors to him not me.” I turned towards the tube, running my hand over its surface.
“No.”
I whipped around. “What do you mean no?”
“I mean it’s bold of you to assume he hasn’t asked that of me already.”
I huffed. “You send the sponsors to the person most likely to win, we both know that’s him.”
“Do we?” She looked down at me, I’d never seen her more serious. “None of us know what’s going to happen when you two step into that arena. I will send them to whoever needs them and that’s it.”
I grumbled but a sudden beep interrupted my sulk.
“Tribute, please step into the pod, you have one minute remaining. Penalties shall apply if not followed,” the digital voice said. Suddenly breathing became an impossible task.
“Holy shit Hanji, holy shit.”
She stepped forward quickly and put her hands on my shoulders. “You’ll be alright, you and Levi will be fine. But first you need to step into here.” I let her direct me into the opening of the pod, I felt the walls around me to attempt to ground myself but it just felt suffocating. “Look at me.” I looked up; I was sure I seemed terrified. She sucked in a breath. “Just look for Levi when you get up, that’s all you need to do okay?” I nodded quickly.
“Ten seconds remaining,” the speakers droned,
“Thank you, Hanji, for everything,” I said.
She shook her head. “Thank you. You’ll hear from me soon alright? Stay safe.”
The door slid across in front of her, cutting us apart. I placed my hand up to the glass and she returned the gesture. She nodded to me. Slowly the tube began to rise and her hand and face were gone from my vision.
The light was blinding when the hatch above me opened, it took me five seconds to just get my bearings. Hanji and Erwin were right, the sand around me threatened to blow into my eyes. I peered around and saw to my surprise that we were in what looked like an abandoned city. The sky was broken up by the tops of huge sandstone towers, all evenly spaced from each other. They looked like they went on for forever. The cornucopia in front of me was a great black metal stain on the landscape, disturbing the consistency of the scenery.
I looked to my left and saw everyone else. We were in a little semicircle, each on our own little platforms, I was right on the tail end of it. Dotted between everyone and the cornucopia was little circular concrete platforms like lily pads to make it easier to run. Next to me, about fifteen metres away, was some girl I had never bothered to learn the name of. She was already facing into the city, ready to leg it when the timer counted down. I squinted my eyes and held up my hand to see through the light, trying to find Levi. Panic had nearly begun to set in when I recognised his black hair, he was already looking at me. He cocked his head towards the cornucopia. I followed his eyes and realised with frustration that Hanji’s plan wasn’t going to work.
Usually, all the weapons were concentrated in the centre, with supplies filling the space between. But it seemed this year they wanted to cause chaos. They were all completely spread from each other, and there was barely anything to even begin with. Backpacks were metres away from swords, sleeping bags close to a bag of apples. But there was hardly anything so it seemed everyone could get one thing each at best. Near Levi was a hooked sword that had his name all over it, and near me was a conveniently placed pile of throwing knives. They were deeper in than we were planning for me to go in, but it was a gift that I couldn’t give up.
I looked back to Levi and he instantly knew what I was thinking. He shook his head furiously. Don’t you dare.
I nodded. Plans change Levi.
Not like this. Don’t be fucking stupid.
I turned away, getting him out of my sight. I’m sure he was close to yelling at me.
10 the screen above the cornucopia lit up, a big boom accompanying it. It started counting down.
9
8
I leant forward, ready to run.
7
6
I glued my eyes on the clear path in front of me.
5
4
I looked to Levi, making eye contact.
2
Don’t you dare die, brat.
You better not either dumbass.
1
A piercing boom filled the air and we all sprinted. I hopped from circle to circle as fast as I could, scooping up a backpack as I did, throwing it on to my back quickly. I didn’t dare take my eyes off the knives, if I looked back too soon, I was dead. I hooked them quickly into hands, one slipped and fell into the sand. I cursed, my breath and hands shaking, my heartbeat in my throat.
I scanned my surroundings for any danger and just saw chaos. People were running and shouting everywhere, swords clanged against each other, mixing together into a deafening cacophony. No one was near me, but it meant they were concentrated where Levi was. I picked up the fallen knife and held it at the ready, searching through the crowd to find the black undercut.
I found him, already halfway to me. His sword swung in his hand; a backpack held over his shoulder. A figure stepped near him and he instantly struck down, not sparing them a glance. They fell a sack behind him. I hoped he didn’t hear the body fall; he didn’t need to know, but a canon sounded off to let him know what he did.
Our eyes met; relief filled his pupils. I started to smile when I spotted a person behind him, drawing a bow, arrow in place to shoot him straight through the head. I swung my hand forward, he ducked, letting it fly cleanly over him and stick into the head of the shooter. It made a dull thunk sound and the body fell into the sand, instantly lost to the chaos. A canon sounded clear in the air.
I’d lost a knife, goddamnit, I had begun to think. Wait, I just. I just killed someone. Oh god, oh dear god. I froze, my mouth agape in a useless and silent apology. I just ended someone’s life.
Levi sped past me, grabbing onto my hand and pulling me with him. We ran through the line of buildings, twisting and turning around corners to lose anyone that might have seen us, sticking the walls to blend in as much as possible. We breathed harshly from the heat, running and pure shock. We had no time to stop and calm down.
We had already been running for five minutes when I realised the person I killed was Sasha.
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period-dramallama · 10 months ago
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Spanish Princess episode 6: my tired chronological thoughts
Say it with me now: “previously, on the Spanish Princess!”
-Is it just me or is tsp!koa sympathetic in this episode? 
-charlotte was actually acting really well in the first scenes. I really felt for her. Probably because she wasn’t spouting any stupid dialogue. 
-SO WE’RE JUST GOING TO FORGET ABOUT BABY STEALING HUH
-i wish i could forget
-”Cardinal Wolsey has been speaking with your daughter” if More and Maggie are now Mary’s adopted co-parents, can Wolsey please be the cool uncle?
-Please can we have wolsey speaking to mary in the fawning tone he uses with Henry and Mary’s just like...unimpressed.
-I will say this for tsp!koa, she does give good Hugs
-Yet again, Thomas More is babysitting the girls. While it’s good that Mary has adopted parents, it’s only sadder given her biological dad will execute both of them.
-it is actually historically accurate to have maggie p looking after Mary, she was Mary’s governess IRL, IIRC.
-also you wouldn’t leave the princess with just one person. She’d surely be supervised by at least 2 people, in case like one person had a heart attack or smth.
-PLEASE go back to calling her Lady Pole. AND GIVE THOMAS MORE TO DO
-”it will all come to nothing” sounds like something that WON’T come to nothing
-and now Henry and Wolsey have had a lover’s quarrel, they are such boyfriends they even quarrel like boyfriends.
-’summit’ sounds too modern
-Are Angus beefburgers named thus because of hard Meg roasted him this episode?
-”I wasn’t expecting to see you” yeah bc wasn’t the Field just F and H? 
-The cinematography was great last episode, and now we have weird close ups on the riot ringleader’s face. Why. I can practically see his saliva. Yum.
-Someone else got to the “Wolsey whispers like David Attenborough” joke first.
-What is that weird af flooring? It looks like they stole it from the set of Rivendell in LOTR.
-No dancing? No revels? No tongue in cheek allusions to Glastonbury or Woodstock? This Field feels more like parent’s evening at school.
-I’m now certain Flodden swallowed the budget whole and it was not worth it.
-”we are being threatened” “they drew a gallows in pig’s blood” This is so frustrating. You didn’t need Lina to spell it out for the audience. It would have been so much more suspenseful if you just saw the drawing, and then Lina’s terrified face, and we cut to the next scene. But you think the audience is so dumb we won’t realise a gallows drawn in blood is a threat? GTFO. And stop making Lina state the obvious!
-How good is Rosa’s hubby at his navigator job if they’re wearing brocade at a royal summit?
-To be fair to the show, “she’s only six years old,” is said by Rosa, not Catherine, and Rosa has been living outside England, so easy mistake.
-I like the compass gift, that was cute.
-Maggie watching the shadow play reminds me of the shadow puppets her mother and aunt played with in twq :’)
-THE WINE FOUNTAIN YES I CAN SEE THE WINE FOUNTAIN i was worried we wouldn’t see it
-I misheard Rosa and thought she called Buckingham Aardvark instead of Edward. I will now call him Aardvark. Yes I am very mature.
-I get that Wolsey is meant to be the Bad Guy, but he was literally just standing there with his wine, doing nothing. Stop shouting at him, Aardvark, YOU walked into HIM.
-”raise the price of ale” do you have any idea how much ale people were drinking in this period, Henry? That’s like the government putting up the price of water. You raise the price of ale and you’ll make the unrest worse. 
-People have been discussing Bessie’s behaviour, I think the issue is classism rather than xenophobia, cause she's worried for Lina and Oviedo and their kids but they’re servants of the crown, like she is, so they’re not ‘riff raff’, and she’s also dismissive of the rioters and wants “order restored” she said “heads on spikes” but I assume the heads are the rioters’ heads. Idk, either way the dialogue is clunky and stupid and this whole plotline is badly handled anyway and i do not care enough to rewatch that scene. 
-given how rude Francois was to Mary, IN PUBLIC, I kinda love the idea of her taking the mickey out of him. and look at that, Reggie Pole’s silence finally has a plot purpose! Given that Reggie was Mary Tudor’s archbishop and right hand man, it’s kind of touching that they’re connected in this way.
-Twenty minutes left of episode and the Field is over. Le disappointment. 
-”he’s gone!” Oviedo, I get that you’re probably in shock but... are you honestly trying to do CPR on a man who’s been skewered with a sword. I love you, Oviedo, but you were holding the show’s single braincell and now you’ve dropped it. I’ll give you a pass if you genuinely panicked.
-wtf henry pole your mother will hear about this
-The climax was very emotional...but ruined by the fact it’s total nonsense. Everyone in this show continues to be a total idiot. FINALLY we can be finished with the “not loving Mary” BS that should have lasted no more than 1 ep, if you had to do it at all.
-To be fair to the show, Mary comes across to me at least as traumatised, not as a gleeful baby tyrant. She’s not happy about men getting executed
-”My father cuts their heads off” it would have been such black comedy if koa was like “No darling, he won’t cut their heads off. Beheading’s for rich people”.
-please tell me you’re not hanging them by trapdoor method. The trapdoor method was invented in the nineteenth century.
-”grant them mercy” dude you said “they can die without me watching” so they’re probably all dead by now. 
-”first time he’s agreed” I will give the show a tiny tiny benefit of doubt and say maybe they mean this particular pope?? Actually scrap that they probably mean all popes.
-This should have been Thomas More’s time to shine, IRL he was involved in the govt response to Evil May Day, (I think he even addressed the mob to get them to surrender to the king) which I assume this riot is based off of. But because he was also at the Field, and the showrunners forced these two events to happen simultaneously, the showrunners decided to keep him at the Field...doing nothing. 0/10. 
-some lovely choral singing this episode. 
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coalmine301 · 7 months ago
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Dramatic Escape
Wasn’t feeling Febuwhump tongiht. Have this instead.
Inspired by This
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-Anakin’s Braincells-
SnipSnap: Bail me out.
I can’t take this anymore
TheWanandOnly: Why? 
SnipSnap: Too many gurls
Don’t like
TheWanandOnly: you
you agreed to hangout with Breha and her handmaidens
What did you think that meant?
SnipSnap: NOT FRIPPING THIS!
Just pretend to kidnap me or something
Cause i can’t stay here anymore
TheWanandOnly: Wait, I thought you liked girls
Why are you complaining
SnipSnap: They’re all straight
TheWanandOnly: I’m on my way.
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   Ahsoka wasn’t sure how, but she somehow managed to slip out of Breha Organa and her handmaidens’ cone of vision. 
   For the first hour or two it had been fine. She had even gotten the chance to try on some makeup for the first time in… ever. But once she realized just how overwhelmingly straight everyone was Ahsoka knew she couldn’t stay here.
   And so she plodded along on the sidewalk, waiting for her getaway vehicle to arrive.
   As if that thought had summoned it, an unfamiliar speeder streaked around the corner. With the reckless driving and red and grey mandalorian armor, she almost didn’t recognize him as Master Obi-wan. Almost.
   The speeder screeched to a halt right by where she stood.
   “Ye lost, lassie?” Her grandmaster asked in a surprisingly good Stewjoni accent.
   “Yes, actually. Could you give me directions to-”
   She cut herself off as he suddenly pulled out a blaster. The muzzle was pointed a good few inches over her shoulder, but the togruta put her hands up anyway.
   “Oh no,” she said loudly. “I sure do not want to get shot.”
   “Get in,” he snapped. “Or I blow whatever brains you have left out!”
   ‘Hey!’ Ahsoka sent across their bond.
   ‘Sorry,’ he replied in a tone that revealed he wasn’t really. ‘Just hop in the escape-mobile.’
   She could feel the handmaidens’ eyes on her, watching them from the second story window. No doubt some of them were filming her apparent abduction.
   If they wanted this to be at least semi-convincing she would have to move now.
   Ahsoka took a step towards the speeder. “He’s kidnapping me,” she yelled over her shoulder, spying the wide-eyed faces in the window. “Honest!”
   Turning back, Ahsoka could practically feel Obi-wan’s grin underneath the helmet. A grin she happily returned.
   Unable to hold back anymore, she gleefully vaulted over the side and plopped down in the passenger seat. Almost before she had her seatbelt on Obi-wan gunned it, the duo streaking off down the street.
   “So, do you think they bought it?” The togruta teen shouted over the wind.
   “Of course not,” Her grandmaster answered cheerfully.
   Before she could respond he swerved around a semi, earning several annoyed beeps. The redhead hardly seemed to care, gliding into the hyperlane a touch too close to the transport in front of them. Faintly Ahsoka wondered if this was where Anakin got it from.
   “So,” she had to ask. “Where’d you get this speeder from?”
   To her surprise Obi-wan chuckled. “I stole it.”
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rccket-writes · a year ago
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𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 | 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖐𝖔𝖐𝖚
𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖗𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖗𝖎
summary: s/o just might be ghost rider.
a/n: first hcs, be nice :3. the ghost rider movies are bad but idc the first one is enjoyable nd they were on the other day so have this. under the cut bc this came out way long
𝖓𝖆𝖐𝖆𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆 𝖈𝖍𝖚𝖞𝖆
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it was a home invasion gone wrong
or, at least, that’s what you thought
then, whoever it was behind the shitty masks brought out a camera and you realized maybe this all was planned
so there you sit, tied up in your own fucking living room, looking as bored as ever as one of the freaks with masks fiddles with your phone and the other ones are formulating a plan as to what to say
because damn, y’all really breaking into a mafioso’s apartment? while the pretty sunset outside is happening?
dumb, dumb, dumb
 “smile, sweetheart”
you give your best, most fakes grin you can manage when you hear who you assume to be the leader start talking
though your attention stays on the sunset peeking through the blinds in your living room
it creeps down slowly, painstakingly slowly
annoyingly slowly
time passes
and finally, when the sun has just gone down, completely out of your sight, a hand grasps your chin and turns you to face the leader
dumbass wearing a shit-eating grin like he’s won the lottery or some shit
“now, what should we do until your angry gremlin shows up?” 
you grin, all jagged edges, your canines just a bit too sharp to be human peeking out from behind your lips.
“i have an idea”
now chuya, when he gets the video, is absolutely livid
because not only did those assholes break into your home, they tied you up like a fucking animal
his anger morphs to amusement and then to the sobering terror of the fact that the sun had gone down during that video being recorded and now he has no idea where you could be. 
all he really can do is follow the trail of fire painted onto the concrete and hope you haven’t done anything you might regret.
because it’s one thing coming to terms with the shit he does
but he can’t watch you fall apart when you realize your own actions as less than savory after the flesh has grown back
he follows the trail of fading embers and when he comes across the flaming bike, his feet touch the ground and he turns his back to you
“are you okay?” 
“i think i burned a hole into the garage door” your tone is even but a low bass treble. “the neighbors won’t be enthusiastic”
honestly, it sounds like a chain smoker’s
“i don’t care about the neighbors.” he crosses his arms over his chest and turns around, eyes closed. “i care about if you’re okay.”
this way he won’t fall victim to the infamous stare that rips people’s souls to shreds and then extracts it to send to hell. or whatever remains of it. 
but he also doesn’t see you tilting your head to the side, empty eye sockets staring at his face, golden flames licking bone.
he can feel the heat of your flames, though, a stark contrast against the cool night.
“i’m okay,” you say then, in your own voice again. “you can open your eyes now”
and he does because he trusts you 100%, more even than he trusts himself
that thing is an absolute monster under the right circumstances but you have the reigns for the ability dormant in you
you’re leaning against his motorcycle, staring at the city lights in the distance, no flames, no bone
chuya just now realizes how far out of the city he actually tracked you
he approaches, one hand landing on your waist and the other cupping your cheek, gloved finger stroking your cheekbone like you’re made of porcelain when just moments ago you were virtually indestructible
“i’m fine,” you repeat, eyes closing as you lean into his comforting touch. “i think i’m making progress with it. we had a quick chat.”
“really? what did it say?”
“that you’re probably too good for me.”
“what an asshole.”
“I know, right?” you both chuckle and you wrap your arms around chuya’s torso, leaning your chin onto his shoulder. “still pissy about sunlight, though.”
chuya can feel the heat erupting and your hands on his waist feel way too boney all of a sudden
“no sunlight.”
“dude, we have a bahamas trip planned.”
it’s silent for a few moments
“fine. a little sunlight.”
the heat dies down as quick as it flared up and chuya hears you hum into his ear.
“it’s still a little pissy, though.” he can feel you smile against his neck and when you exhale, a shiver rocks through his body at the puff of warmth. “i love you.”
he smiles to himself, just a tiny smile
“i love you too. Even though you stole my bike.” 
𝖉𝖆𝖟𝖆𝖎 𝖔𝖘𝖆𝖒𝖚
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dazai knows he shouldn’t be out with you at night
alone with you at night
he knows this all too well
but he still does it
and you just roll your eyes because he claims he wants a peaceful death but the last time you checked, getting your soul eviscerated inside of your body isn’t the most pleasant thing in the world
especially because your first meeting ended so well /s
you still remind him how you tore apart a soul with a toothpick on that day
and he keeps sticking around
you never let him spend the night
sometimes you really question if he has any braincells left after his countless suicide attempts
because you’ve been called the spirit of vengeance, the clenched fist of god, heaven’s greatest weapon, the divine black ops
your ability literally punishes sinners
and then there’s dazai with countless bodies to his name
standing next to you with a bouquet of flowers in his hand
he asks you to go for a double suicide with him
and you have to sit him down and tell him that whatever fucking god bestowed upon you your ability, won’t let you die that easily
he mopes for two weeks
anyway, getting your soul proverbially disemboweled while you’re still very much kicking is not pleasant
in fact, if you were to rate it on the ways to die, it’s probably on the very bad, no good, fucking stay away from that end of the scale
just shy of first place
the first place belongs to dying of a broken heart
you have met only one such soul in your life and god, it wrecked you for weeks
so when dazai, having well over a hundred bodies weighing down his soul, decides to walk you home from Lupin that night, you’re wary
because you really don’t want him to be alone with you in a dark alleyway where probably more people than you could count have been stabbed and left to bleed to death
and just as you’re about to tell him you’re going on without him, a loud scream cuts through the air
dazai and his long legs take off immediately and you really can’t not trail him
because, well, it’s dazai and he’s probably going to do something incredibly stupid
but also because you can practically smell the evil and the corruption and the malice
and it has you salivating
you turn into the alleyway just as dazai tackles the large form holding a smaller one to the wall and your eyes catch the glint of a knife
warmth, warmth, warmth
it’s almost scalding as it rolls over you in waves, face melting and giving way to the bone buried underneath
in a flash of heat that expands easily across the alleyway, flames sprout from your skull
dazai rolls off the person he tackled and, seeing you from the corner of his eye, makes his way past you as slick as possible and grabs the hand of the smaller figure, pulling them out of the alleyway
scrawny. a teenager, dazai realizes, and when they’re nowhere as close as far enough, he releases his hand, and pushes the teenager to run in the other direction
and because he himself doesn’t, for some dumb reason, have the instinct to run the fuck away from a figure with a flaming skull for a head, he returns to the alleyway
mostly because he cares about you but is he ready to admit to himself just how much he cares about you?
no
just as you come into sight, he sees you drop the body of the brawny dude he tackled, eyes burned out of his head
“are you okay?” he asks, approaching you but keeping his steps hesitant
in the blink of an eye, the flaming skull swivels around and in another blink, you’re standing in front of him, hand wrapped around his throat and lifting his body into the air
no eyes, just hollow sockets stare back at him
“look into my eyes. your soul is stained with the blood of the innocent. feel their pain.”
dazai can feel the effects of your ability crawling up his throat
the stinging, burning feeling and the shortness of breath
before it can take effect, however, and probably rip his soul to shreds inside his very body, dazai reaches his hand out and through the sting of hellfire, touches your neck
your grip on his goes slack and he lands hard on his ass, slumped forward
he looks up when a strangled scream leaves your throat and sees the muscle, flesh, and eyes, everything growing back at once, burying the skeletal structure underneath
you drop onto your knees, hands bracing you from eating dirt, chest heaving
when dazai makes a move to reach out to you, you scramble backwards, only stopping when you almost stumble into a deep puddle
“are you okay?” he repeats, moving much more slowly this time
your eyes are wild, head snapping around to get a sense of your surroundings
when he makes it to you, he gently takes your hand, brushes off the filthy water from your leather jacket, and pulls you up from the ground
right into his arms
your hands clutch at his coat, fisting the fabric into a vice grip
your body is trembling and he wraps as much of himself around you as possible, lips pressed to the crown of your head, gently shushing the sobs that are beginning to trickle out through your lips
“it’s okay. it’s over.”
“you should’ve run. i could’ve killed you. almost did.”
“i’ll admit: feeling your soul almost get eviscerated really sucked. but i wouldn’t die anywhere but by your side.”
“you’re a lost cause, dazai,” you mumble into his chest between your sobs
but he only pulls you closer, as close as he can and closes his eyes
“maybe so.”
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starlightandsunshine · a year ago
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A:tLA First Watch
Now officially half way through book 3, yay!
I’ve finished up until the end of “Day of the Black Sun” and oh my god I don’t even have words.
So in no particular order, just as the thoughts come to me:
I screamed when Zuko confronted his father and can I just say that it was hands down one of my favourite moments in the series so far
Just - he’s come so far and just confronting his father like that
I am so proud of Zuko
Also that moment when he redirected Ozai’s lightning back at him? YES
At what point is Ozai going to realise that he fucked up?
Everything about Azula in the eclipse episodes also deserves an honourable mention because can we just talk about how she held her own with no bending and she still achieved all her goals!
Also noooooooo Suki
I really hope we see Suki again because I’m really scared for her now
The submarines were awesome, just the whole assault was awesome
Also Hakota (sp?)(Sokka/Katara’s dad) continues to be the best father in the series (Iroh is Uncle ok)
I did not expect to end up shipping Zuko and Mai when I started book 3 but I do
Also Mai in general is just really relatable
That Beach episode was the best
Azula had no chill at all
And was I the only one that got really strong jealousy vibes off her when Ty Lee was surrounded by adoring boys? And not jealous of the boys attention either
Just me? cool
Also why did no one at the party realise who Zuko and Azula were
Azula in general continues to be both badass and manipulative
And apparently actually cares somewhat about Zuko
The episode with the other waterbender
That was...
SO I take back everything I said about bending water in living things
That episode was absolutely horrifying
Katara continues to be absolutely badass
But the heartbreak on her face in that episode killed me
Just Hana (sp?) congratulating her
The whole episode just really fucked me up ok
It was a really good episode
I just probably won’t ever watch it again unless I watch the whole series through with someone
So creepy
Aang accidentally ending up in a fire nation school was perfect
And then the dance party at the end?
I laughed the whole way through that ep
Sokka and Katara as his parents? lol
Just everyones reactions was fantastic
And that scene with the one guy posturing over his gf when Aang was just standing there, clearly having no clue over what was actually going on
Katara looks really nice in her fire nation clothes and hairstyle
Aang looks adorable with hair
The episode where Katara was pretending to be a spirit was super great, especially the ending where the gang helped her and added sound effects
Just priceless
The Sokka’s Master episode is probably another one of my favourites
He’s really not doing anything the way the Master expected
But its so great because he just rolls with it
The gang missing him was so sweet and how they all just jumped on him when he came back for their help? awwwwwwwwwwww
They clearly need Sokka
Also that was just one day?
wtf
Is it just a really intense one day course? How does that even work?
Also I totally called both that the attack at the end was a test and that the Master guy was in Uncle Iroh’s tile game club (I can’t remember what it’s called)
And he gave Sokka a tile at the end!
Does that mean that Sokka’s in the club now?
Also I love his new meteor sword
And I’d totally forgotten that he lost his boomerang
I miss him being the boomerang guy
I love that Toph can bend metal now and just ruthlessly uses it to her advantage every time it comes up
Speaking of Toph, the episode with the scams?
Perfection
Also the assassin that Zuko hired is definitely going to come back to bite him as soon as Zuko finds the gang isn’t it?
Although at least Aang will learn firebending now
Hopefully
I hope Zuko teaches him the lightning trick
Also the assassin just looks all around weird
Why does he blow stuff up like that
Why is it coming out of his head
The first episode was not at all what I was expecting and yet somehow exactly right
Also Katara has abandonment issues was not something I expected when I started this show and now I can’t see her without it
I can’t believe that Roku was friends with Sozen (sp?) !!!!!!
I just-
WHAT
Also what was that at the end???
He saves Roku’s life, then gets saved by him and only then does he decide ‘nope going to leave my childhood best friend to die now’
Did anyone else get boyfriend vibes off them
I didn’t realise that they didn’t know Roku was the avatar at the start
And I almost cried when Sozen gave Roku his family heirloom head thingy
Also Roku is Zuko’s other g-grandfather!!!!!!
I did not see that coming!!!!!
Aaaaaaahhhhh
WHAT
The whole Iroh/Zuko interactions in this first half were heartbreaking
Also I stan that one nice guard that Iroh warned
I want her to come back again
Not much to say about the episode with the nightmares
Except that wow you can literally see Zuko deciding to betray Ozai coming
The whole episode does such a good job at building towards it
And at the end you just know that Zuko isn’t loyal to the fire lord anymore
Is there anything else?
Oh yeah, I loved that they brought back so many people from books 1 and 2 to help with the invasion
I can’t remember most of their names anymore but I was so happy that they all came back and helped
Low key disappointed no northern water tribe people came to help or the two people from Jet’s gang that were there in Ba Sing Se (is Jet dead? I’m pretty sure Jet’s dead)
The ending to the eclipse episodes where all the adults had to stay behind?
I cried
Really loved the first half of book 3
Really excited to see how the gang reacts to Zuko
Hope we see Suki again
Also loved how Zuko knew basically instantly that Aang wasn’t dead
And still chose not to share that
With anybody
Also that he immediately went to get Uncle Iroh as soon as he left
But Iroh already broke out during the eclipse
Iroh is badass!
Also yay him for abusing peoples expectations and playing at being mad
Looking forward to Zuko and Sokka interactions and Zuko and Aang interactions and Zuko and Katara interactions
Zuko interactions with basically everyone really
I’d completely forgotten that the fire nation had air balloons that they stole from the northern air temple guy back in book 1 but hey looks like that plot point wasn’t forgotten
I love that they have all this pseudo-modernish tech that’s driven by bending
Ozai does not look like what I was expecting tbh
How is he so young when Iroh is so old
Is Iroh about to do something badass with his tile game club?
Please please please let us see the grown ups that got captured again (no more dead parents!)
Are we going to meet anymore past avatars? Like a water tribe avatar? At some point
The fire nation prisons are kind of horrifying - what with cutting earthbenders off from earth and waterbenders from water
Is the hawk going to come back at some point?
Also teamMum!Katara is my favourite thing
Sokka is kind of teamDad but only sometimes
Other times he’s ‘lets do this stupid idea’ guy and everyone goes along with it
I swear the gang+Zuko have three braincells between them and Zuko is hogging one most of the time
Toph shares another with Katara and the last one bounces around between evreyone
Aang and Sokka are so dumb sometimes its hilarious
But everyone has dumb moments
At least they’re all pretty
Momo is still adorable
I still love Appa
I cannot believe that painted woman spirit from that one ep literally turned up at the end to thank katara
They seem to be heading towards katara/aang endgame
I’m not necessarily opposed but I do love them all as siblings
Although Toph’s crush on Sokka can stay because its adorable
Also yay for Yue coming back even if it was only for 5 minutes
The gang were terrible fake fire nation people
No wonder everyone thought they were from the colonies
Aaaand this got really long again.
(It’s not my fault this series is just so good!)
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