#Thirty fourty or fifty rings

[reidyoulikeabook]

Champagne Problems

#Request: could you write something based on ‘champagne problems’? creative license is yours and go ham however you see fit but i was thinking reader breaks things off between her and spencer seemingly without warning etc etc

Summary: You and Spencer had been together for almost 2 years. So when he asks you to marry him, that’s got to be a no-brainer, right?

Warnings: Angst, a lot of angst. Minor mentions of threat, blackmail, violence and drugs.

Word count: 2k

A/N: Writing this hurt my feelings. Badly. Just the idea of sad Spencer destroys me. That having been said, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy writing it. Anyway, as always, requests are open!

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Spencer hasn’t moved off the couch in at least 8 hours. He hadn’t slept. Not since you’d left.

He’d been agonising over the proposal for months. He’d consulted Morgan, who’d said, “Pretty boy, you could ask her over coffee on the jet and she’d say yes. Don’t worry so much about making it perfect.”

Garcia, who’d squealed, bouncing in her seat at the thought of another BAU wedding, “Oh my gosh! You have to make it beautiful! Amazing! You two are finally gonna get married! Is she pregnant? Not that she has to be just, my god, this team has a reputation for shotgun weddings.”

He’d briefly considered asking Rossi, who had surely proposed enough times by now for him to be classified as an engagement expert. Hotch would probably have had some sage advice, and Emily well...he wasn’t exactly sure what her advice would have been, actually. He might have wound up asking them if what J.J had said to him hadn’t been so helpful.

“Do whatever feels most authentic to you. Neither of you are fans of a big show, you’re not ‘fly a blimp over Quantico’ people. Just, do something that feels right.”

So he’d done that. Spencer loved the solace of your apartment. It’s where you spent the vast majority of your date nights: ordering in fancy takeout, watching shows, sometimes just sitting and reading together in the bay window. If Spencer had a glass or two of wine, he could sometimes be coaxed into dancing.

What felt right to him was this: the apartment bathed in the glow of the fairylights he’d put up earlier, supported by the gentle golden light of the colour changing lightbulb he’d purchased especially. The record player prepared with your favourite album. A chilled bottle of wine resting on the table, next to a bouquet of fresh flowers contained in a crystal vase he’d had to demolish half the spare bedroom to find.

He was more than a little nervous, as he posted himself up at the dining room table to await your arrival. He couldn’t stop the train of thoughts: what if she says no? What if she doesn’t want me?

The only thing that helped stifle his nerves was thinking of how the others had reacted when he’d told them. What Morgan had said. Then he trails his mind back, to all the times he’d felt so insecure, so unworthy of your love. You’d never failed to remind him that he was the best thing to happen to you. That every insecurity he had was actually just a quirk about him that you loved. Your love poured into him, filling a lifetime of holes made by other peoples criticiques and mockery. He took a deep breath. He would be okay. This would be okay. You loved him. God knows you’d told him that enough times.

***

“What’s all this?” You ask, coming through the door and shrugging the laptop case off your shoulders.

“I just thought, since our anniversary is coming up and we could get called out on a case...I thought we could celebrate early. On a night we know we have off.”

“That’s really thoughtful,” You say with a smile, “I can’t believe you did all this Spence.”

He stands, crossing the room to help you take your jacket off, “You deserve something special.”

“Good job you’re something special then,” You say, allowing him to lift the jacket off your shoulders, leaning in to peck his cheek as he does it.

Moving away from you to hang your jacket on the coat hanger, he feels the anxiety start to climb again. He’s imagined the scenario a million times in his head, played it out. He knew he’d be nervous. But nothing, no run-through in his mind could have prepared him for the anxiety he feels as you take your seat at the table.

“Shall I open this?”

“If you don’t mind.”

“Spence you got the fancy one,” You say, a question in your voice that he pretends not to hear.

“Well it is for our anniversary, can’t buy the five dollar bottle to celebrate two years together,” He says, taking his seat opposite you.

“Two years huh?”

“Yep. Well, currently one year, eleven months and fifteen days, if you take a month to mean thirty days.”

“That’s gone pretty fast.”

“Actually it’s pretty widely agreed by psychologists that as we get older our subjective perception of time speeds up. There’s no real consensus on what exactly the cause is but it’s thought that it might have something to do with the expansion of our neuron network and the greater distance signals have to travel which slows down our processing time.”

You laugh, “Well that’s a very scientific way to tell me we’re getting old.”

“You’re not even thirty.”

“Not far off.”

“Well I’m sure I’ll think you’re just as beautiful at thirty, and fourty, and fifty, and-”

You cut him off, laughing again, “Is there a scientific theory to support that or are you just spitballing here?”

“This is all me.”

Something about the way he says that sounds so vulnerable that it makes your heart ache.

Spencer’s a little nervous, but not anything close to massively alerting you. You decide to chalk it down to just Spencer being Spencer, mostly out of not wanting to dwell on it too much. The evening passes in exchange of old memories, light teasing as you recall how long it’d taken him to summon the courage to kiss you for the first time.

He’s trying to work out when. When you head to the bathroom, he decides it has to be when you come back. Before he loses his nerve. He swallows another sip of wine for courage, smiling at the thought that he’ll get to introduce you as his fiance at work tomorrow.

Entering the room, you spy how he’s smiling to himself. You have half a mind to ask him what he’s thinking about, but he interrupts you before you can.

“Wanna dance?” He asks, having wandered to where the record player sits, covered in a thin layer of dust.

“Yeah. Dancing sounds good.”

Flicking the needle down, that familiar song starts playing.

You make your way over to where he stands on your living room rug. He puts one arm around your waist, keeping your other hand in his. You move in time to the music, letting him twirl you around with ease.

“I have something to ask you,” he murmurs, spinning you again so you come flying to rest against his chest.

Your head rests just under his chin, and the dance slows down to a gentle sway.

Your heart is pounding.

“Yeah?”

“I-I had this whole speech planned,” he says, softly, "But I think...I think I just want to ask you now. I think you know how I feel about you. How much I love you. So I wanted to ask you, if you want to marry me.”

You drop his hand. Stepping back, you scan his face. Seeing the panic, the questionning, the confusion.

“Spencer I-I can’t. I can’t do that.”

Confusion flickers across his features, eyebrows furrowing, lips pressing against one another. He tries to keep the tears from filling his eyes but he can’t. They glint with all the hurt. With his worst nightmare realised. You’re just stood there, statue-still. Staring at him with something he can’t figure out. Horror? Shock? How could it be either of those things. His chest heaves, he flounders. Even when he imagined this, he never planned what he’d say next. What he’d really do if you said no. It dawns on him then. He never really believed it would happen.

“W-Why?” He finally chokes, taking a step towards you only to promptly feel another kick to the gut as you, in turn, retreat.

“I just...” You trail off, mouth opening and closing, “I just. I just can’t.”

He doesn’t get the chance to puzzle out what the look on your face is. It’s imperceptible. Before he can think of anything else to say, before he can even begin to comprehend the way his world just shattered, you’re gone.

He thinks he hears a quiet, “I’m sorry,” as you scuttle out of the apartment door and disappear.

***

At some point, he makes it to the couch. It goes dark around him, the batteries in the fairy lights die at some point. So he sits illuminated in only the light of the lamp.

Eidetic memory allows his brain to become a theatre. Showing only one film: The Time You Said No. Dropped his hand. Stepped back, as if you were wounded, injured. The confusion in your voice. How it shook, broke, when you said ‘I-I can’t.’ How you just left. How you promised you’d never leave and here you were, slipping out the apartment door without a second look. He’s not even analysing. He just sits, replaying the night in his head. Hot tears slipping down his cheeks everytime he gets to the part where you leave. He doesn’t wipe them. Just starts again.

***

He’s vaguely aware of a phone ringing beside him. Picking it up, he sees it’s 7:52am, which means he’s going to be late for work. There are several missed calls. He would check to see who they’re from but he doesn’t really care.

Will you be at work?

The thought almost makes him want to go. It dawns on him then that he has absolutely no idea where you are, and somehow that’s worse than knowing you left. He scrambles for the phone, picking it up and dialling your number. It rings, from inside your jacket. The jacket you left on the back of the chair.

If he goes into work and you’re not there...he bristles at the thought. Nausea rises in him, his forehead starting to feel clammy with a light sheen of sweat as he processes: he has no idea where you are. For the first time in two years, he has no idea where you are and no way to find out.

Then it hits him. This might just be his life now. He has to run to the bathroom and vomit.

***

You’ve fucked it up. You’ve fucked it up and you know it the moment you get out of your apartment building and into the freezing cold air. There’s no way to explain it.

You’d received an email this afternoon. It was footage of Elle. You’d been home late because you’d had to go to Hotch, who’d spent the afternoon nervously pacing. Various agents, increasing in status each time, had flooded the office.

There was no way of knowing, right now, who’d sent the email. Or what they could see. What they had access to. How could you accept a proposal from Spencer when you knew that doing so could put him in jepoardy? What if they had something on him?

The entire team had looked the other way while you’d helped him to wrangle the dilaudid addiction and get himself back on his feet. That time pained you to think about. But there were so many things that a person could get their hands on. How could you say yes to taking your relationship further when everything was so off-balance right now?

You should have told him. No matter about Hotch or Strauss swearing you to secrecy. You should have told him. Shame rises, deep in your gut, at the monumental fuck-up you’d just made. If it hadn’t been this afternoon, if you hadn’t been on edge already, if you’d had the time to think about things. You would have responded differently. If you’d just had some more time.

But you’re here now. Wondering, how exactly you could explain that you’d done this because you were worried someone might hurt him.

How can you say you were protecting him, when in doing so you destroyed him?

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[everyhowlmarksthedead]

Day 1 with Ezekiel ‘EZ’ Reyes: Getting Halloween candies.

Word count: about 1.2k

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You're sitting close to Bishop, alone inside the Templo. You keeping his gaze masterfully. He starting to sweat. Rubbing his chin with two fingers, he looks thoughtful, until he leans over his arms resting now on the large table.

“What I earn?”

Puckering your lips, you slightly move your face to the right.

“KitKats' and M&Ms'”.

Licking his lips, and pressing the bottom one with the tip of his tongue, he supports his forefinger on the table.

“I also want Reese's”.

“Thirty percent of them”.

“Sixty”.

“Fourty”.

“Fifty and it's my latest offer. And I want pictures”.

Squinting at El Presidente, you simply nod one time.

“You got it”. Offering him a hand to seal the deal, he shakes it.

You both are satisfied with the result of this meeting, stepping out from the room in silence. The crew is looking at you confused, because you didn't even greet them when you came to the clubhouse. Your steps were straight to the Templo, where Bishop was already waiting for you. Ezekiel is almost trembling because you didn't tell him anything about your visit.

“Ezekiel”.

“Ye—Yeah?” Your boyfriend asks, now all the attention is on him, taking some steps closer.

“You're going to get candies with (Y/N) tonight”.

“Please, don't make me do it”. He sobs desperate, turning the gesture on his face completely.

“ZEKE!” You grunt. His brothers break into laughter.

“Bishop, I will do whatever you ask me to”.

“I want you to get candies”.

“I WILL DOUBLE THE DEAL! WHAT IS SHE GONNA GIVE YOU?”

“So much fun, pendejo. Pick up your things, you're leaving”.

Your little brother asked you to come with him, so you dragged EZ too. You were so excited because it was your first Halloween touring the streets with just one mission. It was your little brother who chose the costume. Three white sheets with two holes on them as eyes. Classic ghosts. And a pair of Converse. Ghosts in Converse, he called it. You love it. Dani loves it. Ezekiel doesn't. But he's your boyfriend and he would do anything you ask him for.

Your neighborhood is crowded by children of all ages, being accompanied by their parents and their friends, asking and getting different candies and chocolates. Your brother is happy, saying that he has never earned so much sweets; having to have your bag to take more from other houses. You're waiting for him on the sidewalk, while he goes to ring another bell, turning for a second to your boyfriend. Doesn't seem like he's having so much fun, watching his eyes lost on somewhere. Narrowing his hand tangled with yours, you call his attention.

“We can see a movie later”.

“Yeah, sure”. He simply nods, making you feel a little bad for him.

You knew that Mayans are having one of their parties and, actually, you didn't ask him if he wanted to assist. Bowing your head down, you let a sigh escape from your throat. Thinking for a second that you have been egoist, you remember all the times he has changed your plans together to stay with the club. You understand that he has a job, but tonight it's his free night. You have done a deal with Bishop.

“(Y/N)!”

Dani runs towards you with his bag filled up with a lot of different things, giving it to you, to take yours this time and continue with his adventure. You follow him around the street, keeping an eye on him and another on EZ. And when your brother is far enough and distracted, you place yourself in front of the Reyes.

“It's okay if you wanna go back to the club. I think Dani has enough candies. I will take him to my dad's house”.

“I'm staying”. Shaking his head, he places a hand on your shoulders, taking slow steps in your walk to the next house.

“Zeke, you don't wanna do this. And you don't have to. I just… thought that it would be funny, but it's not for you”. You know him better than anyone, loosening the grip of your hands to take his bag with candies. “Go. I will tell him club business”.

Leaving your boyfriend away, you continue your steps to your brother, squatting close to him to explain to him that Ezekiel has gone to take care of something at the scrapping. He doesn't say anything, just shrugging his shoulders before holding your hand to ask for more candies. You don't even look back, to check if he has decided to stay, hearing how happy Dani is trying to choose between his favorite candies inside the bags.

Thirty minutes later, he's starting to complain about his feet, making you hold him in your arms as he grabs the bags with candies on his stomach, tightly clinged to them. Your father's house is not too far away from your position, so you keep walking without rush, thinking about the idea of staying there too and maybe watch a movie with him. You were so excited of celebrating Halloween with EZ, that now you just want it to end.

The horn of a black car, parking next to the sidewalk, makes you turn at it. Coming closer, your boyfriend steps out of it. Then, you recognize it. It is Coco's.

“You are back!” Dani jumps from your arms to show him all the candies.

“Yeah, I thought you would need some space to keep them all and continue a little more”.

Crossing your arms, you see the younger Reyes trespassing the sweets from your bags to a bigger one in the backseat.

“But… I can't ask for more”. Your brother says, pointing at his ghost costume.

“Can't you, buddy?” He asks then, grabbing his Mayan's kutte to show it to him.

The sheet flies away. Your brother is overexcited, seeming like he doesn't feel any pain now. Helping him to wear it, EZ gives you his phone to take a picture of them together. And you take it, smiling like an idiot with pursed lips.

“Gotta go!”

As soon as Dani has disappeared to get more candies, EZ rests his body against the hood of Coco's car. Taking off your sheet and grabbing the other, you walk a little closer until he holds your hands, and pushes you into his arms.

“I was a little annoyed, 'cause I wanted Dani to wear it. He asked me a week ago, and I forgot to tell him that he could use it. And I thought that maybe he would be angry or something, but you didn't give me any chance to have my kutte”. Touching your nose with his, one of his hands takes your chin to kiss you. “There's nowhere I would prefer to be than here with you two, idiot”.

“I thought you wanted to go to the club, with your friends”. Pouting at him, you place your arms on the back of his head.

“And miss your quiet brother being hyperactive, running from one side to another? He has to pay your debt with Mayans, remember?”

“El Presidente's one, or El Novato's one?”

“Nah, fuck Bishop. You have to pay me”. Clicking his tongue and rolling his eyes, EZ catches your lips with his to peck them.

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[easily-distracted-ivashkov]

Love of a Mother

( Cute lil fic I did that was inspired by my chats with these amazing and lovely people 💜 @rowenaaclark @ahighlyfunctioningfangirl @syn-a-min @gravedangerahead @lezzlesgarcia @thegoldenlily 💛💛💛)

If someone were to tell me a year ago that I would be driving around in a brown Toyota minivan? I'd have told them they were insane. If someone were to tell me that I would be driving my one year old son around? I'd have crumpled over in a fit of hysterical laughter. But yet? Here I was. Adrian Ivashkov. Driving my one year old son around in a minivan named Mocha. But I just lovingly referred to it as 'That Clunky Piece of Shit'.

It was nearing twelve-thirty when I had to take Declan to the doctors. Sydney had been stuck up at work whereas I had only needed to work a partial day thanks to only being part time. Eddie had kindly offered to take Declan and help out as always but I figured what better way to bond with my son than through terrifying doctors offices and needles? It was just his usual check up most babies had. The little guy got a couple of shots in the leg. It killed me to watch him sobbing as the needles pinched into his skin. Declan cried for a good five minutes before he was back to his jabbering little self. He couldn't form complete sentences yet but he was definitely beginning to get words down. Some English and much to my surprise, some Spanish. That was when I usually handed him over to Sydney. I couldn't take very good care of him if I didn't know what he was saying.

The appointment took just under an hour (most of that was just spent in the waiting room and trying to get Declan's shoes back on that he kept kicking off). I had just gotten Declan settled into his car seat and buckled myself back in when the phone over the speakers began ringing. I flipped it on and sure enough, it was Sydney's harmonic voice that rang through those low quality speakers. "Ah, there is my sweet little Sugarplum of love and sunshine." That just earned me an exasperated sigh followed by a light laugh on the other line. "Any crisis going on I should be worried about? Any uh... T-rex skeletons running loose in the workplace? Any Pharaohs hitting on you? I'll throw down with King Tut himself if he's flirting with my lady."

I could hear that amused laugh from over the speakers and I swore I could feel my heart melting in my chest. "No, there was no loose t-rex skeletons or any handsy Pharaohs. All normal over here. I'm coming home a little early. It turns out my Mom is coming tonight and not tomorrow. She came in early and neither of us feel like waiting." Sydney explained. "How's everything with Declan?"

"He's in tip-top shape!" I exclaimed as I turned to glance back at Declan who had one shoe on and the other kicked off. He gave me that little mischievous grin of his that he gave me every time he kicked off that shoe. "Currently missing a shoe but other than that, he's in one piece. Took his shots like a champ."

'Well. Hurry home, I miss my boys. I think Eddie misses you too. I love you."

There it was again, that swelling in my chest, that feeling that made me feel so light I'd start floating and defy gravity itself. Of course I didn't say any of this, instead I replied with a quick and abrupt 'I love you more!' And hanging up before Sydney could say she loved me more. Sydney always told me she'd win at the silly 'I love you more' arguments but she couldn't win if I hung up on her. Glancing back to Declan who now had his other shoe off, I chuckled lightly at him, "point seven for Daddy and nearing two-thousand and fifty-five for Mommy. We'll catch up eventually." This just earned me an excited 'ah!' From Declan.

Once we were back on the road, about ten minutes passed when I had heard something not sounding quite right in the van. I called this thing 'That Clunky Piece of Shit' for a reason. It. Was. Shit. I was just twenty minutes away from getting back home when suddenly, it stopped. The whole vehicle began slowing until it stopped. Thankfully we lived out near the countryside so traffic on these roads? Unheard of. Letting out a loud groan, I was able to drive it to the side of the road and got out to lift the hood. Everything seemed normal to me? Then again, I wasn't Sydney. I knew hardly anything about cars. Just knew enough to drive them. Even if I did know what was wrong with the thing, I wouldn't be able to fix it. Sighing, I reached into my pocket to call up Sydney in defeat but before I could even make that call - a red 1963 Chevy Impala pulled up beside me. Out stepped a women in maybe her mid-fourties. She had shoulder length brown hair with eyes that matched.

"Is everything alright over here? Do you need some help?" The woman offered kindly towards me.

Now. When I imagine a vehicle breaking down in the middle of nowhere, I imagine a half naked women strutting around in short shorts and a bikini top. Not some hopeless man that didn't know a thing about cars being helped being saved by some middle aged woman. I stepped away from the hood and offered the woman a polite smile. "Yeah. We could really use whatever help we could get. Thank you uh —" I trailed off, waiting for her name.

"Deborah. But you can just call me Deb." This caused the brunette to smile and retreat back to her own vehicle, only to yank out a huge tool box and heave it over to me. I moved out of her way and soon picked up on Declans whimpers and cries from the backseat. I wasted no time grabbing him from his carseat and resting him against my hip. I watched as she went straight to work on the hood. She was fast and knew what she was doing because within just eight minutes, she slammed the hood shut and smiled at me. "Cute little guy you got there. He yours?"

"Hm?" I hummed, not realizing she was speaking to me at first. My focus had been on Declan and keeping him calm. "Oh! Yeah. He's a little stinker. You got any of your own?"

She smiled and it seemed sorrowful and I immediately regretted saying anything. "I do. Just don't see them very much though. I suppose you've got places to be?"

I felt the need to apologize or even give her cash for her help but she didn't seem like the type of woman that would accept it. And well... I had no cash on me. "Yeah, yeah. Hey, thank you so much for the help. I really appreciate it, Deb." She gave me a curt nod before making her departure and I was soon to leave next after getting Declan back into his seat. Once arriving home, Declan was fast asleep in his carseat and I was glad he was a heavy sleeper whenever I had to carry him in.

I was instantly greeted by Sydney who was wearing a plain black dress and even had her hair up in a neat bun. I was expecting to see her in sweatpants and one of my shirt but then I'd remembered that her mother was coming over. Of course she got all dressed up for her mother. The moment Sydney saw me walk through that door, her entire face mirrored that of my own. Excitement. Joy. Love. These all lit her features no matter how much time we spent apart. I was pretty sure the whole reeducation played a huge part in that. Three months away from each other was far too long and one night to us felt like an eternity.

Sydney and I could easily have our own space for a few hours but the fact was, even while at work, we'd grow to miss each other in just those few hours. There was one night where I could recall that Sydney had been spending the night with a few friends she made here in Maine. It went fine and well — until neither of us were capable to find rest and so we caved and finally decided to fall asleep talking to each other over the phone. It's safe to say that we were damn near inseparable as a couple.

Sydney dashed straight into my me and my baby-free arm wrapped around her without a second of hesitation, "well hello my sweet honey bunches of sunshine and happiness—"

"I love you more." She interrupted. Of course she wasn't about to let me win that 'I love you more' debate.

"Oh ho, hey now. You gotta let me win a couple of times here and there, Ivashkov." I retorted, leaning down ever so slightly to peck my lips against Sydney's a good four times before pausing and leaning down to give her one last final kiss. "I'm gonna get the little guy settled and I'll be right back down to help with dinner." Another quick kiss and off I went to put Declan down for his nap.

I wasted no time getting Declan settled up in his crib. Usually he'd be back up and at it again in an hour or so. If he got too much sleep then he refused to sleep at all through the night. By the time I came back down, my mother was happily helping Sydney with the food. Smiling to myself, I walked up behind my wife and wrapped my arms around her. "I got it, babe. No cooking allowed when you're in a dress." I said, placing a gentle kiss to the side of her neck. Or well, no cooking at least if I was around. That was my thing. No one could compete with my casserole and that was just a fact.

I could hear a light chuckle coming from the back of Sydney's throat, and I knew what was coming. As she swayed slightly in my arms, those golden eyes peered up at me with a mischievous glint to them, that look alone made my heart race and the urge to throw her up against a wall or at the very least, on top of the nearest surface became nearly impossible to resist. Of course, she had to take it a step further, "I've done a lot worse in a dress." She whispered softly against my ear. Those amber eyes met with green and we stayed with locked gazes. A million of less than appropriate thoughts filling both of our minds at that same exact moment. Both of our minds in sync as if they were one.

Good. Lord. This woman.

"I thought that was sexual tension I sensed all the way from the living room." Came a familiar voice we all knew all too well. Eddie Castile. I glanced over to see him making his way into the kitchen, grabbing a quick snack for himself. I forgot how much Dhampir's needed to eat. Sometimes I forgot I even had to feed them!

"Hey, if you're not gonna help then you get your ass out and let the professionals handle the food." I countered in amusement, throwing a nearby oven mitt at Eddie's back as he ran off laughing with a bag of chips.

An hour and some minutes passed when finally that doorbell rang. I changed into something that was more 'meet the mother' appropriate. Sydney and I had just finished up everything and I already had Declan all settled into his high chair. Sydney fixed up her hair and straightened out her dress. She rushed off to answer the door. I heard the two women laughing as the footsteps approached the dining room. I cleared my throat and looked at Declan, "let's hope Daddy doesn't fuck this up." I spoke to him as he carelessly continued playing with his toy keys. Getting up from the table, to be met by a familiar face I had met recently. Very recently.

"Well howdy, Debbie." I greeted before Sydney could even introduce us. We'd already introduced ourselves when the hunk of junk decided to take a crap on the road earlier. Admittedly, I was thrown off. Very thrown off but I wouldn't show that. All confidence here. Sydney though? She looked flabbergasted. I was already giving her mother nicknames.

Deborah also was thrown off. Perhaps by my good looks or maybe the fact that I was the idiot she helped on the road. Or by the fact that I am in fact, a vampire. Sometimes I forgot that being surrounded by humans constantly.

"Uhm. Mom, this is —"

"Adrian Ivashkov." Deborah interrupted as she continued staring at me.

I didn't dare move. I wanted to extend a hand out to be polite but the possibility of her jumping back in absolute terror was very likely here. So I stayed where I was. "Do forgive me. I forgot my cape back in my coffin down in my cave. The bats made it impossible to get to it. Little brats. Especially Edgar." Was the first thing I thought to reply with. See, in my mind, that was funny. In Sydney's? She wasn't too impressed and I'm sure I'd hear about it later.

Much to mine and Sydney's surprise, Deborah began laughing. Oh, I like her already. "Those pesky bats," she began and gathered herself before she made the move to come shake my hand. "I remember when Sydney was about eight there was a bat in her bedroom. She refused to leave my room the next three nights." Deborah reminisced fondly before taking her seat. Everyone in the room visibly relaxed when we realized that Deb wasn't anything like Sydney's father.

"Oh, I sure hope you brought baby pictures of her," I couldn't keep from saying. I still had yet to see any baby pictures of my wife. Sydney's look of relief turned into a playful glare towards me. Until that turned into a look of exasperation when suddenly, Deborah Sage yanked out an entire scrapbook of yes... Baby pictures.

By the end of the night, Declan was in bed after a very hectic day of women giving him nonstop attention. A hard life that was. As the night wound down, us adults were settled in the living room. My mom was already half a bottle of wine down and so was Deb seeing as she was going to stay the night. The two women were giggling messes as they showcased our baby pictures to mostly each other. I quickly regretted even bringing up any baby pictures. Deborah and my mom became friends rather quickly. Hell, all of us did. It made my heart melt to see how undeniably loved Sydney was by her mother. That was what she deserved.

The best part of the night though, was right before everyone retired to bed. I'd gotten ready for bed and came down the stairs to get Sydney and I nearly began tearing up when I heard Deb tell Sydney that she approved of me. She approved of someone she hardly even knew, she approved of a vampire being married to her daughter. I felt the heart within my chest swell at that sort of acceptance. I wasn't her son but she was so ready to accept me as one because of Sydney's love for me.

This. This was a family. This was the place that life lead me to and it was here, where I belonged.

[multi-fandom-fanfiction]

Age Doesn’t Define Us

Requested will not say by who for protection of there privacy

The door to your two bedroom apartment open. You didn't even flinch knowing exactly who it was. "Babe I am back from dropping Bird off with Bryan where are you," Your girlfriend calls out. "In here," You croak wiping your tears away with the sleeve of your sweater. "Hey what is the matter," Brie asked walking across the floor of your room. The thirty-five-year-old climbed into your bed and pulled you in her arms. You broke down sobbing clinging to the older woman. "Shh calm down I am right here what is the matter babe," The WWE Superstar comforted. "All I get is hate everyone always talks about our age difference they call me a gold digger and so many other hurtful things everyone hates me hates us together," You explain. The younger half of the Bella Twins sighed and drew you in closer. "Ignore them I love you so much You are my entire world I love you with my entire heart and soul and one day I will marry you ignore the haters I know it is hard but think about it this way they are people hating on you through social media behind a computer their cowards there horrible hateful trolls so ignore them you are a goddess and the love of my life and those people don't deserve to get those tears because that is what they want," The Mexican Italian woman explains. "I love you too and thank you-you are always here for me I could not have found a better woman to fall in love with you and Birdie you guys own my heart," You reply leaning up and connecting your salty tear covered lips against her soft full lipstick stained lips passionately. She kissed back lowering you on to your back so she could climb on top of you. She pulled away so the two of you could catch your breath. "Let's go out tonight Bryan has Birdie for the weekend we could go to Paris of Scottsdale just me and you go have fun forget everything," Your girlfriend of six months suggests? "That actually sounds super fun," You agree. "It opens at ten and it is only five so I am going to go cook us dinner you go take a nice relaxing bath," Brie directed before climbing off the bed and exiting the room.

Later The Night

"I have to use the bathroom I will be right back do you want to go ahead and get us drinks," Brie shouted over the loud music. "Of Course," You agree. "Here take my clutch my money is inside I will be right back," Your girlfriend instructs handing you her clutch and dismissing herself. You pushed through the dancing crowd to the bar. "Hey, can I get two Pimm's cups and two whiskey sours please," You shouted at the bartender. "That will be forty-three dollars and seventy-two cents," The bartender replies. You went to pull out the money when a hand reached around you and paid for it. You turned around to see a dark haired man with green eyes in a tux. "The names Nick what's your beautiful," The man that was probably in his fifties introduced. "Thanks for the drinks but I had it," You thank. "Wanna dance," The old man asked? "No thank you I am waiting for my girlfriend," You answer growing uncomfortable. "You could come with me I can show you some fun," Nick says. "Go the fuck away and leave my girlfriend alone before I kick your ass," Brie rescued you. "Like I am scared of you," The man growled spinning around to face the younger twin. "You should be now beat it creep," Brie demanded. "Listen, bitch, I just paid fourty four dollars and I didn't do it for nothing so me and her were going to the bathroom and she is going to blow me and then I will leave," The creepy old man demands. Brie clenched her fist and swung connecting right against his jaw. "What the fuck you bitch," He cursed stepping forward to hit her. She brought her knee up and connected with his groin. He fell to the ground cupping his genitals. "You fucking bitch I am going to kill you," He screamed from the ground. Brie grabbed your hand and took you over to the bar grabbing your drinks. "Are you okay did he hurt you," The Mexican Italian woman asked face morphing to show her concern. "I am fine thanks to you-you are my knight in shining armor yet again my love," You answer with a smile. "I love you and I would kill someone if they hurt you," Brie growled. "Down killer, I love you too now let's go dance," You tease before kissing her and dragging her on to the dance floor.

You sat front row in the stands watching Smackdown. Birdie was bouncing on your laugh and giggle. Brie was backstage getting ready for the night. Recognition blared through the speakers. A chorus of boos rang out through the arena. Charlotte Flair glided down to the ring a smirk planted firmly on her face. The blonde motioned to the ref and a mic was placed in her hand. "Hey shut up the queen is talking so guys hey Brie your babysitter isn't watching your girlfriend maybe you should put her back in her cradle while you wrestle," Charlotte says before laughing. "Question do her and birdie use the same diapers," Ric Flairs daughter says. The WWE superstar continued on and you felt like crying. You gathered Birdie, her diaper bag, and your purse and were about to leave when Beautiful Life blared through the speakers. She ran to the ring and started brawling with Charlotte. Security ran to the ring and separated the two. After she caught her breath the security guard released them. The Bella picked up the Flair's dropped mic. "Me and you match now," Brie demanded. Charlotte agreed. The security guards cleared the ring and a ref ran out. The bell rang and the woman went after each other. They fought for thirteen minutes before Brie got Charlotte in a submission hold and the flair tapped out. Charlotte rolled out of the ring back up out the arena. "Next time you even think about my girlfriend I will kill you and to everyone that keeps talking about Y/N age listen age doesn't define us if age defines your relationship you shouldn't be with that person Y/N and I are only five years apart and we are in love we also don't care about your opinion so leave us alone and fuck off and to Y/N baby I love you and I will never let age define us," She ends her speech.

Message to the requester I hope you like it. It was a lot of fun to write. If you don’t like it there are a few things I can do.

1. I can rewrite it completely

2.I can rewrite certain parts (If there is a certain part you don’t like it)

3.I can add detail (If detail is the problem)

4. I can write you something else other

other than that I just wanna say your feedback is greatly appreciated and I would love to hear what you have to say good or bad. Thanks for the request hope you enjoy it.

#WWE #brie bella #wwe x reader #brie bella x reader #wwe imagine #brie bella imagine #wwe imagines #brie bella imagines #imagine #imagines #x reader #wwe love #brie bella love #wwe fanfiction #brie bella fanfiction #wwe fanfictions #brie bella fanfictions

[gasttaton]

“Deeper than the Void”: Pt. 1/?

Well, it’s been several years since I’ve tried writing actual fanfics, but I figured I might as well give it another go! This is an Undertale shipfic for W.D. Gaster and Mettaton, somewhat based on an old RP I had with my best friend years ago. I might continue if enough people like it, so please enjoy!

Mettaton couldn't believe his rotten luck as of late. First his high heel broke, then he fell down a staircase, and then he cracked his NEO panel, right on the face. He managed to make it to Alphys' lab without too many others seeing him, only to be met with a note.

"Dear Mettaton, If you see this, I'm helping Undyne pack up and get ready to go to the surface, now that the barrier's opened. Just stay here if you need anything, I should be back soon! If you aren't reading this, then, um... -Milk -Eggs -Ramen -Dog food"

The android rolled his eye with a huff. "This isn't something that can wait," he groaned.

Mettaton looked around, and saw the elevator doors. He knew what was down there. Everyone did, since Alphys had allowed the amalgamates to go home and admitted her mistakes. Nobody else would be down there. Nothing but tools and parts. Such a realization gave him an idea.

"Well, if she isn't here to repair me... I'll just repair myself," he decided. After all, I need to look perfect for my grand debut above ground, Mettaton thought, as he stepped into the elevator.

As he descended, the elevator became dark, yet darker. He couldn't believe how impossibly deep this place was.

Eventually, the doors opened. Nothing greeted him but dead silence. A foreboding aura hung in the area. Without the amalgamates or Alphys there, the True Lab seemed even creepier. It still smelled of old chemicals and dust. A shiver went up Mettaton's spine. Despite the place being empty, he didn't feel alone.

Mettaton turned up the brightness of the heart on his belt, and used it as a flashlight. Slowly, he began making his way, looking for tools. Every step echoed down the empty halls.

As he walked in front of a corrupted monitor, he heard a crunch beneath his feet. When he looked down, he saw a white shard. He picked it up curiously. Turning it over in his hands, he whispered to himself. "Is this... a shard of bone? ...Must have fallen off of one of the amalgamates," he guessed.

Mettaton kept staring at it for a while, wondering what to do with it. Figuring it should definitely not be on the floor and stepped on, he decided to carry it with him for now. He could always figure out what to do with it later. With that, he kept going; ignoring the strange, hand-like symbols that began glitching onto the corrupted screen.

The True Lab was maze-like in the darkness; even with the light he had, Mettaton found it hard to navigate and find what he was looking for. Eventually, his streak of bad luck seemed to end as he happened upon a breaker box. After flipping a few switches, the lights overhead came on, and air began to flow through the vents.

But at that same time, deep within the lab, something rumbled so deeply that it made the whole place shake. Mettaton held himself steady until the quaking subsided.

"What was that??" he wondered aloud in shock. Curiosity getting the better of him, Mettaton put his search on hold and hurried towards the source of the noise.

What he found was nothing short of technologically engenius work. A device, massive in size, suspended by a countless number of cables. It almost looked like the skull of a cow, except deep maroon and metallic. Two red lights in the eyes of the skull were glowing red. They locked onto Mettaton as he stood before it, and scanned him. It picked up on the bone shard. And as soon as it did, heavy metal doors slammed shut, sealing Mettaton inside.

The robot gasped fearfully, and watched as bright red lasers shot from the eyes of the machine. Rather than damage anything, the lasers took hold of the bone shard and suspended it in midair. A voice programmed into the machine spoke:

"ORGANIC MATERIAL SECURED. DETERMINATION EXTRACTION BEGINNING IN SIXTY SECONDS."

Mettaton was confounded. That thing was alive? And it had Determination?? He quickly entered a state of panic; if this thing was really so important, he couldn't let it's Determination be extracted, or it surely wouldn't survive! But he had no idea how to work this machine.

"FIFTY SECONDS TO EXTRACTION."

He decided it didn't matter if he knew how or not, he just had to try. Mettaton dashed to the control panel and began blindly pressing buttons and clicking icons on the screen. Surely something would come up that could stop this!

"FOURTY SECONDS TO EXTRACTION."

"Shit, shit, shit, shit!" Mettaton swore to himself. His hands were shaking now, making his attempts harder. He opened a folder labeled "Settings", and found a subfolder inside: "Processes".

"THIRTY SECONDS TO EXTRACTION."

Half the time was already gone. The android rapidly scrolled through all the processes available in the file--cripes, how were there so many?? He reached the process labeled "Determination", and clicked "Options".

"TWENTY SECONDS TO EXTRACTION."

The Options page displayed everything related to the process: the amount of Determination it had stored in it's tank; virtual blueprints of the device with everything colored green and captioned with a status of "OK"; the countdown until the process began; and a set of three buttons that could change the command that the machine would follow.

"TEN SECONDS TO EXTRACTION."

Mettaton clicked the first button he saw in rapid succession.

The machine hummed and seemed to power down.

"EXTRACTION PROCESS CANCELLED."

He breathed a heavy sigh of relief and slid to sit on the floor. He couldn't believe how shaky his legs were.

"INSERTION PROCESS INITIATED."

"Oh fuck!!" Mettaton yelled, and got up to stop the machine again. But the process had already started, causing the page to become locked. He couldn't do a thing now.

A pulsing energy beam blasted from the mouth of the device, and made contact with the bone shard. Mettaton covered his mouth in fear. An overdose of Determination was what created the amalgamates; what was this tiny shard being saturated with the same thing going to become??

The bone shivered in the air and began to glow with energy. Then, close by, a tiny black circle appeared. Another bone shard came out, attached itself to the piece, and the circle vanished. As Mettaton watched, the same thing happened again. And again. The more it repeated, the bigger the mass of bones became. It almost felt like an eternity by the time the last shard had added itself to the new form; a large skeleton, curled up in a fetal position, still suspended in the air by the machine. The head of the skeleton had two cracks in it: one above the right eye, one below the left eye.

The strange skeleton's eyes opened. In an instant, he unfurled himself, and screamed as he sent a wave of black magic out from his Soul. The dark soundwave blew out the lights in the room, short-circuited the machine, and forced Mettaton to cover his ears. The idol backed up into a corner and sat down fearfully. Though the screaming stopped, his ears were still ringing.

This... THING just destroyed the machine with a scream! Mettaton thought to himself as he sat in the dark. How powerful is this thing?? Should I fight it?? Shit, my NEO panel is still broken, I won't stand a chance!

The ringing in his ears slowly faded away. Instead of the ringing, now Mettaton could hear footsteps. They were coming closer. Through the blackness, a pair of glowing, mismatched eyes gazed down at Mettaton. Blue and orange. Something seemed... familiar about those eyes.

"You are the one who saved me," said the skeletal figure, matter-of-factly.

"Y-Yes?" Mettaton responded. "Who... Who are you?"

The skeleton smiled calmly. He held out his Soul in his hand. Cracked as it was, it radiated with a green light, allowing Mettaton to see him more clearly. Somehow, the skeleton had gone from being completely naked to being dressed in a white turtleneck, a long black coat, pressed black trousers, and polished, fancy shoes. He had holes in the palms of his hands, and a name tag on his collar, written in strange symbols.

"I am Doctor Gaster," he responded warmly. "And you... are my savior."

#undertale #fanfic #ship fic #mettaton #gaster #wd gaster #mettaton ex #fanfiction #shipfic #gasttaton #gastaton #gasterton #mettagast #sfw

[h-587-2]

Part Five: Spare Change

> I’m back online.

Welcome, Neeley. Are you ready to resume?

> Yeah.

Good.

The door splinters, wood and metal flying as the man enters the door. He continues to scream. You cannot see him fully behind the desk, but he appears to still be strapped to the gurney, carrying it’s full weight with ease. He cannot see you, as you have chosen to hide. He smashes the file cabinet with one of his fists. It crumpled like tissue paper. He continues screaming as he begins to attack the bookshelves. The Inspirational Undertale Calendar is beginning to fall off the wall.

What do you do?

> I quickly look around the room to see if there's a way I can get out without having to engage the man in combat, seeing that he is. Incredibly strong.

You look around. The only exit is blocked by this rampaging man - except -

There is a large ventilation grate behind you. It’s held in place by 4 large screws.

> For a moment, my mind drifts back to... what, thirty? fourty? fifty minutes ago? Whenever I jammed that screwdriver into the keyhole of the room I was stuck in. Good times. I equip my screwdriver and see if it's the right size for the screws.

Luckily, it’s roughly the right size. You’ll need to distract the man long enough for you to unscrew all four. You need to buy yourself, say, 30 seconds.

> I check my inventory

Inventory

Glass Shard

Mysterious Note

Half-Empty Lighter

Wedding Ring

Wallet

> I notice the wedding ring, but decide now isn't the best time to inspect it. I check my wallet. Are there any coins?

Yeah. You have a handful of Canadian quarters, a couple loonies, a toonie, and surprisingly, a few pesos.

> I take the roundest coin I have, lean out a little bit, and roll the coin like they do in movies in hopes that the man will get distracted and head in the opposite direction.

You roll the toonie, the roundest and heaviest coin in your possession, and attempt to distract the irate and agonized man. He ceases his attack of the file cabinets and his eyes erratically track the the coin out the door. He can’t seem to help himself from dragging the gurney to follow the movement. You’ve bought yourself barely enough time. Hurry.

> I begin to unscrew the screws as fast as I can.

You’re hands are a little shaky but you manage. You pop the grate off the vent just as the coin hits the ground with a ting.

> I look back for a brief second, before entering vent and trying to get as far away from the man as possible.

Briefly, you look back. You lock eyes with the horrid, twisted man. His pupils are minuscule. His lips are cracked and bleeding. His arms are twisted around the gurney straps at a sickening angle. He’s been screaming since the moment you woke him.

That’s Jon.

You remember suddenly. That’s Jon. Jon Williams. Oh my god. What the fuck happened to him. Why have you only recognized him now? Of course you know Jon. Jon Williams. He was at your 26th birthday party. He works with my w

You scramble into the vent and pop the opening back in behind you. You crawl as fast as you can. Your head is throbbing as you crawl to the far end of the vent.

As you approach the grate on the far end you hear crawling behind you. It can’t be the gurney man, he’s too large to fit into the vent. There is someone behind you, Gayle.

> My breath hitches, and I start to crawl faster. Whatever is in here, it can't be good, judging by what happened to Jon, and I'd rather be safe than sorry.

You crawl faster. Then you hear it. It’s soft, so soft that it barely registers in your panicked mind;

“Mom?”

> I continue to crawl, and the word hangs in the back of my mind for maybe seconds, maybe minutes, until it registers. I stop, and slowly turn around - though, maybe it's too late for that.

You turn around as it calls again, louder.

“Mom?”

You see nothing but Jons eyes peering through the darkness.

You pray he can’t see you.

The presence, and the voice, fall silent.

Jon shuffles away from the vent.

You are alone in the vent.

You were always alone.

#h 587 2 #Gayle Waterson #thank you for your participation

[tamashas-blog]

                       “          not your baby, not your equal                                           not the title y'all want me under                                 ALL HAIL KING KILLMONGER        “

WEY HEY YALL ! my name is kylie AGAIN & this my fuccin zaddy boo IREPANI more recently since the 19th century known as “ANTONIO ‘TONI’ REY” ! this man a wild ass vampire dats into orgies , hooman blood , n knowledge cus u know T_T i hope yall wanna plot with me tho i love this man it’s incredible . 

* OSCAR ISAAC  &  CISMALE  / /  here we’ve got IREPANI,  the  THREE-THOUSAND & ONE year old VAMPIRE -  luckily, HE actually looks about FOURTY TWO years old.  with a reputation for being  + INTELLIGENT,  + WISE,  - VIDICTIVE, and  -  CALCULATING, it’s surprising we haven’t heard more about them.  ANTONIO has been around faulk hollow for ONE HUNDRED & FIVE YEARS, but they ain’t leaving anytime soon. you hear KING’S DEAD by KENDRICK LAMAR? that means you’ll see ‘em soon.  

born name: irepani.

current name: antonio ‘toni’ rey.

date of birth: unknown ; three-thousand & one years old.

species: vampire.

place of birth: mesoamerica . ( modern day central america )

alignment: true neutral.

occupation: he wealty he aint got one :D

alright so unlike my other muses , IREPANI has a history that’s legit all over the place which is sort of why i decided not to do it via bullet points because there’s just so much information to relay & it’s kinda hard to do it with bullet points kinda . . . .YALL DON’T CARE . anyway —

so irepani was born to a native tribe in the mesoamerican area . by this time , the empires he was soon to have under his thumb were not a thing . the tribe was ran by his father who was known to everyone as PATER . his wife known as MATER to those in the tribe , died during the birth of irepani . the tribe maintained well manners with the others around & by the time irepani was six years old , he already had a wife lined up for him . 

irepani would not meet this young girl until they were both around their late teen years . he was less than impressed with what he spotted in front of him & even vocalized his distain for he was already in love with another member of the tribe he was apart of . this angered his potential bride unknown to him who was a witch , SANTANICO . 

years went by — irepani now into his late thirties . he had a child on the way by this time , a wife . a tribe underneath his thumb . this wife wasn’t the one that he was lined up with when he was a teenager , but a different one — the one he originally loved to begin with . santanico however had not moved on from such heartbreak , seeing the one who she was groomed to be with since birth be with another . 

santanico had been plotting her revenge for years & a few months before the birth of irepani���s son , she did her worse . arriving at the destination of irepani’s tribe , the woman stood above a high rock — staring down at the puny huts . irepani had run to a nearby tribe for a trade off before returning to absolute horror : his entire tribe was now in ruins . the burned bodies of his tribe members , his wife cradling her chard stomach . with his family dead , all fifty of them , he realized he wasn’t alone . when he spotted santanico staring down at the ruins with a sinister smile , she held out her hands completing her goal . he couldn’t kill himself , he could only mourn for all eternity as he was transformed into a vampire before his very eyes . 

horrified , the disgraced chief moved into the depths of the mountains where he had been for nearly a thousand years until the beginning of his new empire began . after gaining a following due to his tall stature , leadership attitude , & of course let’s not forget his terrifying ability , the man was crowned emperor irepani of the pani empire . ( this the aztecs or mayans , they like dat ) 

their kingdom had flourished over the decades , seeing their leader not aging made him a god amongst them . he fed from them — their women mainly . he was worshipped among his people yet feared as well . 

*skip skip skip im too lazy to talk about invasions n shit i’ll come back to it l8r ; also he kills santanico by ripping out her heart & watching her fuck ass shatter n he found a bit of peace yada yada boo boo* 

after the dismantling of his empire , the emperor sought out the creation of something that could keep him from being scalded underneath the daylight . after traveling all through south america , irepani found an aging witch to create him a daylight ring . that was nearly eight hundred years ago . 

after the exploration of the americas , the now three-thousand year old vampire has spent the majority of the 19th , 20th, and 21st century in north america — specifically faulk hollow . he feels a sense of community - something he hadn’t felt since all those centuries ago with his tribe members . 

all in all , these days irepani is just living each day carefully . he’s studious , examines everyone & everything around him & has for years . he doesn’t have a stick up his ass what so ever , he’s just highly observant .  he’s also someone who’s easy to talk to , will listen & if he isn’t , he’ll make it seem like he is . he’s a gentleman none of the less , but he love him some fuccin kinky ass poly ass orgy ass shit but like u kno he a gent in the streets , freak in da sheets T_____T anyway yall allowed to call him irepani or antonio rey he answers to both . ask him about his emperor days that last nearly a 1000 years cus he wildtttt :DDD 

HMU FOR SOME PLOTS YALL ! c: 

#faulk.intro #changing my tag style back cus them caps made my eyes hurt #ch — antonio rey ! #intros !

[trueheda]

AZGEDA NPCS ( though if you wanna play one just hmu lbr )

hiron ( fourty five, leonardo dicaprio in the revenant ) - ontari’s training instructor

once a grand warrior hiron is known as the eagle of the north among the men that know him; trainer of royal family since his retirement of the army at age thirty he was ontari’s first trainer besides nia when the queen decided that she would need more tutoring in order to become the best and not just decent. nia did not have the time to teach ontari both political and warrior matters so while she learned both from the queen the vast majority of her swordsman studies were given to her by hiron. while they began innocent enough, the man abused ontari from a very young age, both verbally and sexually. hiron however has an untarnished reputation; he is seen as a wonderous leader and great man. ontari, while not the only child abused by the man, joins many of the others in praise for the teacher. he creates monsters when it comes to swordsmanship and skills in various weaponry. he is a man of few words, but the few that are spoken are often sharp and cut deep.

lesh ( thirty, alexander doetsch in the last kingdom ) - royal blacksmith / weapons

born and raised in southern azgeda lesh is the son of a long line of blacksmith workers that has served the royal crown. their swords are known as   the most beautiful in all of the lands, deadly light, and yet heavy where needed. use of the blades and weaponry created by the family were often limited to the royal family and the highest members of the war chief council. lesh was therefore raised in and out of the palace, and was close friends with the crown prince growing up. when he took over as teacher of weapon forgery for the palace he was able to teach the younger royal siblings himself, and ontari as well. they all regard the man with a strange sense of awe. quiet and softspoken, lesh seems to have a wiseness to him that causes many to view him as beyond his years. he knows politics well, and will often  serve as secret counsel for those that ask it. often privy to more political knowledge than the queen herself, due to his closeness to the warchiefs. he prefers to live outside the city limits, alone in the woods until he is needed by the council or the royal family.

beau ( thirty eight, gustaf skarsgård in vikings ) - priest

of the holy order. beau was brought into this life since he was a child. born with blood in his eyes, having to cut out the cause resulted in the man losing sight in both. he grew up following the gods, and as a man serves all unconditionally. and is often seen as the most accessible of all the royal priests. he serves the northern territories for the most part; but often will come down and perform ceremonies in the main lands seeing as he is viewed as one of the most connected with the holy spirits. onatri is highly captivated by the man, finding his teachings about the gods fascinating and his respect for her nightblood even higher than her own. he is chief scribe and prophet to the azgeda holy order whom often fight with the fleimkepa order for dominance religiously over the azgeda territories. they have been known to murder members of the fleimkepa order in the past for spreading what they consider lies for azgeda. for every life they take that insults the holy gods; it is said their powers grow stronger. 

nar ( twenty five, richard madden in game of thrones ) - warrior

nar is born to the middle territories. raised to be a warrior to help advance his family’s place. he in all sorts of manner, considered one of the best in his ranks rumored to be so good he could overthrow the crown. as rumors began to spread regarding such topics. the mans entire family was murdered in his sleep, including his parents, siblings, wife and child. being in agony he was quickly brought into the court guard for a year, before being moved to serve under the war chief mars. he’s the man’s second in command ( and some would argue twice as skilled ). his name is legend, and many in azgeda wish to see the man fight for the crown now that the queen has fallen. he is seen as a representative of the people rather than that of royal blood, and with unrest rising in the nation against the new holder of the crown, nar ( and thus chief mars’ ) popularity has risen. and unrest within azged grows. 

tarnis ( thrity two,  viggo mortensen in lord of the rings ) - slave / warrior

warrior under ceer. tarnis is considered a slave by his rank, tarnis is a former trikru warrior who  stumbled into azgeda lands as a spy. who was easily captured by azgeda warriors and brought to ceer’s mother as a sacrifice, the woman decided to spare him, and he began his life in servitude to her. he’s been serving ceer’s family for ten years as a slave, when ceer took over from her mother as war chief a year ago she allowed him to fight in battle with her and train with her troops. tarnis however yearns to return to his people, and while he is loyal to ceer, he is not loyal to azgeda as a whole and does not understand her loyalty to the crown.

mars ( fifty, sean bean in game of thrones ) - war chief

rumored to be descended from death itself deadly on the battlefield he was once one of queen nia’s strongest supporters and would often fight by her side in battle. being a prominent war chief mars is the man with the most amount of land besides the royals in all of azgeda. and the man’s family is regarded with the same if not more respect than the royal family himself. he is in many ways the man whom the people want to be king if there is to be a war in azgeda over who deserves the crown more than roan, it is to be mars. mars himself, while loyal to the crown does not believe that roan is the rightful heir, in failing to beat the commander in single combat he proved that nature no longer shows favor towards roan, and that the next child in the royal line should take the throne. the legends around his ascension to power differ greatly from territory to territory. those around him view him a god amongst men.

ceer ( thirty, jessica matten in frontier ) - war chief

ceer has only been chief for a year but she does not believe in the role of azgeda in the way of the traditions. she prefers roan’s way and is outspoken about her support for the new king. her people follow her easily, without hesitation despite her mother having been the one that truly earned her reputation for her.however she was raised to be in charge of troops, has seen endless battles and battlefield tactics and is a skilled and well renowned as a negotiator. however her power is small without alliances between the war chiefs, and while she supports the king, if she were to loose alliances she’d probably switch sides to protect her men. 

#azgeda hc tag tba

[azkaabanter]

The Bigger man

(Warnings: Smut ((not totally graphic, but still there)) mentions of self harm.) Being the bigger man is tough, especially when you're shorter than the person you're trying to out-mature. For Harry, it's just about impossible to keep in his rage as Draco Malfoy brags about his position on the Inquisitorial squad loudly in front of his drooling cronies. Eventually Harry's had enough, and packs up his things, getting up and off the grass, the bags under his eyes flashing purple in the twilight. "You better watch yourself, Potter!" Draco shouts at Harry's back as the black-haired boy walks away, hastily. Another confrontation with Malfoy is just about the last thing he needs, but it happens none the less. It takes all of his will, but he's able to turn away from Draco's taunts before he ends up punching the blonde's lights out. "Ignoring me, eh?" Harry just keeps walking, clenching his fists. "You probably couldn't face me anyway. My father said your dad was cowardly too-" Draco says, a sneer clear in his voice. Harry spins around, his will forgotten, all punishment forgotten, and green eyes blazing with fury. "What did you say?" Harry says, standing directly in front of Draco, looking up slightly at the pale man's skeptical face. "I said, your father-" Draco jams a finger into Harry's robe-clad chest. "Was. A. COWAR-" Draco never finishes his thought, because Harry's fist has connected with his cheek. Draco stumbles backwards, his hand tenderly massaging the now inflamed portion of his cheek. Harry storms back up to him. "SAY IT AGAIN. SAY ONE MORE THING ABOUT MY FATHER!" Harry yells, capturing the attention of several students around the yard. Draco grunts and straightens up, glaring down at the smaller boy. "Oh, I have plenty to say about your blood-traitor father." He says, coldly. Another one of Harry's punches lands on him, this time, in the stomach. Growling with rage, Draco swings his pale fist, hitting Harry by the temple. People start making a ring around the two fighting 5th years, red and green flashing in their robes. Fists fly, and taunts and curses are shouted, but wands are never drawn. They end up in a heap on the ground, with Harry sitting low on Draco's hips, punching him repeatedly in his now bleeding face. "Fight! Fight! Fight!" The now large crowd chants. "Enough!" A powerful female voice booms. The crowd instantly silences and disperses, muttering to each other. Still blinded by rage, the two boys continue to pummel each other, Draco now on top of Harry, holding his wrists above his head in one hand, and landing punches with another. With a flick of her wand, Professor McGonagall forces Draco and Harry apart, each still seething with rage. "What is the meaning of this!" The Professor barks at the teenagers. "He insulted my father!" Harry shouts, throwing a hate filled stare at Draco, who's chest is heaving with heavy breaths. "He threw the first punch, I had nothing to do with it." Draco replies, smugly, though it doesn't really work with his forming black eye and split lip. "Fine, fine. Now, under normal circumstances, I would bring the issue to the headmaster-" she pauses, a look of clear unhappiness on her wise and wrinkled face. "but I don't think that's necessary." As she says it, both Harry and Draco know that the real reason is that the green-robed witch absolutely DESPISES Delores Umbridge. The "Devil in Pink", as she's been known to be called, has completely taken over Hogwarts, under the strict guidelines of the Minister of Magic himself, Cornelius Fudge. "I will give you both TWO options." She says sternly. Draco and Harry share a look of complete loathing and hatred, but also one of agreement. Agreement that they would take the easiest punishment, no matter how demeaning because let's be honest; what could be worse than detention with Filch? "Your first option would be a month of detention with Mr. Filch..." She things for a moment, before setting her face with a sly grin that is not usually worn by her. Gray and green eyes exchange nervous glances, their skirmish forgotten in the nervous suspense created by the still silent witch standing between them. "Your second..." She grins. "Hold hands for an hour, in the Great Hall. It's up to you two to decide what to chose." Draco and Harry share a look of resentment, before Harry sighs. "The hand holding." Harry says quietly. "Do you agree, Mr. Malfoy?" Professor McGonagall asks Draco. He silently nods. "Then it's settled. After breakfast tomorrow, which is a..." She thinks for a moment, holding a finger to her weathered lips. "Sunday." "Yes, Professor." Draco and I answer in sync. "Good. Both of you return to your dormitories, and do NOT leave until it is time for breakfast tomorrow." She says, turning away, back into the castle. Harry sighs and follows her retreating form into the stone halls of the castle, making his was miserably up to the Gryffindor common room. Draco sneers halfheartedly at the ink haired boy's back, before turning on his heal and walking the opposite way of his enemy to the dungeons. -t.s- "Are you ACTUALLY going through with this?" Ron asks Harry as they walk in their usual trio down to the Great Hall, Neville, Dean, Seamus, and Ginny joining them at random intervals as they walk down the twisting corridors. Harry runs his hand through his disastrous black hair, mind racing. "I don't have any other choice." He replies to him, shivers traveling up his spine just imaging how cold and gross the Malfoy heir's hand must be. "He could poison you through your hand or something!" Neville pipes up, and Harry cracks a smile, because it's the only thing breaking through his walls of worry at the current moment. "Ugh, don't be thick, Neville!" Hermione says. "I've seen him; he isn't." Seamus whispers in Harry and Ron's ears, who both snort with laughter. Hermione shoots them a dirty look as they reach the first floor, and cross the chamber to the Great Hall. "Honestly Harry, I think Malfoy wants to get this over with just as much as you do." She says, placing her books on the table in front of her, and grabbing a piece of toast and slathering it with marmalade. "Maybe you're right..." Harry says, glancing over, discreetly, at the Slytherin table. Draco looks just the same as usual, a cocky grin on his face, perfect teeth flashing in lighting that makes his hair shimmer... 'Woah, what got over you there, Harry?' He asks himself, shaking his head and turning it back to his friends. Of course he looks perfect though; he's a Malfoy. Meanwhile, Harry himself is looking quite the opposite. The bags under his eyes are more prominent than ever after yet another sleepless night. He rubs his eyes tiredly after eating a small plate of eggs. He hasn't had much of an appetite of late. Hermione gives him a look, but he shrugs it off, standing up and walking over to Professor McGonagall, who is (conveniently) standing right next to the door, eyes on Harry. The green eyed teen walks to his fate with his chin up, and it looks as if Draco has the same idea because he is also striding over to the lightly smiling Professor along with him. They meet in the middle, and don't look at each other, assuming that it would just be easier if they ignored the other person. "Come along." Professor McGonagall says, ushering both boys out under stares and whispers of their classmates. She leads them to two chairs situated in the middle of the entrance hall, gesturing for them to take a seat, which they both do. "All you have to do it sit here, holding hands for one hour, no less. Your time starts-" she gives us a pointed look, telling us to get on with the task. Draco and Harry begrudgingly take one-another's hands. "Now." Harry was prepared for frigid fingers and icy palms, but is instead greeted by warm and soft skin, with long agile fingers. It's a welcomed feeling for the Boy who Lived, who finds it comforting, without, of course, telling this to the blonde. Harry himself now feels very self-conscious of his own hand, which is rough and calloused from fighting, and scarred from the Triwizard Tournament the previous year. Minutes pass agonizingly slowly. Ten. Twenty. Thirty. People exiting the Great Hall look unto them with laughter, whispering to each other and making bets. He catches snippets of conversation which make the back of his neck blister with heat. "Is this their coming out or something?" "I hear it's punishment for snogging each other in the third floor corridor." "How long do you think they'll keep this up before one of them snaps the other's neck?" Harry buries his face in his elbow, taking a break from the passing faces and takes in the dark. He becomes more aware of his other senses now that he isn't looking around. He can hear Draco's uncharacteristically deep breathing, and smell his subtle but still existent cologne. He can also feel the pale hand squeezing his slightly tighter than before, which Harry finds that he likes. Fourty. Fifty. In a sudden act of courage, he changes the placement of their hands so that their fingers are now laced together. Draco's breathing hitches for a moment, before squeezing Harry's hand. Harry runs his finger up the side of Draco's palm, gently savoring the feeling of the creamy skin that belongs to the Malfoy heir that he was so mad at just the day before. Harry takes his face out of his arm, finding just a small group of people who proably have money bet on how long they'll last. He brings his eyes to Draco, who's hair has fallen in front of his red face. He turns to face the Potter. "Fuck you Potter." He whispers, squeezing Harry's hand hard, and running his thumb over Harry's wrist, feeling all the bumps, bones, and... scars? Draco's eyes widen in shock. Harry doesn't notice Draco's revelation, though, because he's too busy looking at the cuticles of his other hand, before looking up at Draco with an oblivious smile; oblivious to how Draco's hand skims over the EXACT same place, because his mind is focused on something else. "Sure." He whispers, before pressing his lips to Draco's. Sixty. Gasps fly throughout the small crowd, and the click of Colin Creevey's camera is audible to everyone except for the two boys, who are so wrapped up in each other (literally) that they don't even notice. Their lips mesh together perfectly, disconnecting and re-connecting like clockwork, hands burying themselves in black or blonde hair, gasping breaths heard from both of them as they stand up in the wild and passionate kiss. "Ahem" a voice says, causing the boys to break apart, breathing heavily and still holding each other. The crowd mutters, and the clink of coins dropping together into the palms of bet winners is heard clearly in the otherwise silent hall. Professor McGonnagall is looking at them with a look of mild surprise on her face. "That is... not what I expected to happen, to say the least..." She says, now smiling lightly. "but it seems you won't be fighting anymore after today." Draco and Harry blush brightly. "Off you go then." Draco and Harry rush away, still hand in hand, neither believing what just happened. They run to a spare classroom, and lock the door behind them, crazed smiles on faces with swollen lips and bruised cheeks. "Did we just-" "Yes." "I had no idea-" "Yeah, neither did I..." "I hate you." "I hate you too." And then they're kissing again. It's frantic and messy, but ever so passionate. Harry finds himself pushed up against the wall of the classroom, his neck being attacked by the Slytherin. Harry's hands roam Draco's sides, untucking the white dress shirt he chose to wear today. "Fuck, Draco..." Harry breathes the words, coming undone by the kisses peppered on his neck harshly. Draco smiles against Harry's skin as he travels to the Gryffindor's now exposed collar bone, after unbuttoning the first few snaps of Harry's shirt. He bites down, running his tongue along the mark as Harry moans. His first moan at the hands of another. "You're so hot, Harry." Draco breathes, before getting pushed back by Harry, who jams him into a table. His bruises from yesterday scream, but he couldn't care less at the moment because of how painfully turned on he is from Harry's dominance. Harry re-captures the young Malfoy's lips, running his tongue thoughtfully against the taller boy's bottom lip. He pushes it in, exploring the wetness and meeting with Draco's. His hands find their way again to Draco's hips, playing with the top of his pants, and putting his fingers under the hem of Draco's shirt and touching the fair skin. Draco growls with ecstasy, and pushes Harry away, and pulls him to the ground. "Don't fuck with me, Harry Potter." Draco says, sitting on Harry's hips, with the other boy's hardness pressing into him. Harry's half lidded eyes widen. "What?" He asks, his voice husky. Draco takes Harry's wrists and pins them over his head, much the same as he did the previous day. He pushes Harry's sleeves down, revealing several shallow white scars crisscrossing his wrists and forearms. He runs his thumb over them. "It was a lapse. I only did it once..." Harry says, leaning up and kissing Malfoy again, biting his lip seductively. Draco pulls away, and looks at his flushed face. Harry sighs. "Okay, maybe more than once. But I'm fine." Harry says. Draco sighs, taking one hand from the Chosen One's wrists and runs it through his silvery blonde locks. "We will talk about this later, but right now I have something to sort out." He says, leaning over Harry more to press his boner into the boy's stomach. Soon enough shirts are discarded, and hands are roaming chests and abs made from quidditch. Draco traces Harry's many scars seductively with his finger. Draco moves his hips to change his position, but shudders from the feeling of Harry's completely erect dick on his ass. "Fuck-" Draco moans. Harry smirks deviously, and grinds his hips up into Draco. Now the blonde can't help it. What with the grinding and the sigh of the incredibly hot teen underneath him, his hand involuntarily moves into his pants, and he grips himself, sending a shock of pleasure though him. "Damn, Draco. Someone likes to get right to it." Harry says deeply, before flipping them over yet again so that HE now sits on top. "AGH!" Draco screams in pleasure, from Harry grinding in JUST the perfect way. "Fuck Harry-" He pants. "I never would have guessed you would know how to do this." He gasps as Harry moves his hands to Draco's pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them-and his underwear- down in one move, causing an 8 inch to come springing free. "I don't, really." Harry says, taking it in his hand and pumping it, causing Draco's back to arch, and a sharp moan to escape him. "But Seamus does. And he likes to recount his many stories." "I'm fucking glad he did." "Me too." Harry smirks. -t.s- "So, Harry..." Hermione and Ron approach him the following day, after noting that he returned back to the dorms at about one in the morning, with his hair more messed up than usual, his shirt buttons in the wrong order, and his pants unbuttoned and unzipped. "Where were you yesterday?" Ron asks, giving him a sideways look. "Uhh-" Harry says, his face reddening. Hermione rolls her eyes. "Oh Ronald isn't it obvious?" She says, rolling her eyes, gesturing to Harry's partially exposed collar bone, where a bright black and purple hickey stands out against his pale skin. "HARRY! YOU SHAGGED DRA-" Ron starts to scream. Harry muffles to rest of the statement, but it's too late. All eyes in the common room have turned to them. "HARRY! HARRY!" Little Colin runs over, a picture in hand. "What is it, Colin?" Harry asks, exasperated. "I took a picture of you and that boy yesterday... I thought you might want to see it-" is all he gets out, because Harry's already taken the photo and thanked him. Sure enough, there they are. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, making out in the great hall. The moving picture makes him remember the moment even more. Harry smiles, and touches a finger to his lips. "Harry, I can't believe you. His father is a DEATH EATER. He could be one too, you know!" Hermione huffs, crossing her arms. "I couldn't care less if he's a Death Eater. Because he would be the only good one." Harry says, walking to the portrait hole. "Are you guys coming to breakfast or not?" Harry asks his best friends, before climbing through the hole and walking, once again to the Great Hall on this Monday morning. When Harry walks in, all eyes turn to him. Whispers are thrown as he sits down at his usual place beside Ron and Hermione. "Hey Harry. Are you and Draco dating now?" Ginny Weasley asks him meekly. Harry's face reddens. "I... Uh... don't really know." Harry says, sheepishly. He takes a swig of pumpkin juice. He looks over at the Slytherin table, where it looks like Draco is having the same problem. A small crowd of people is surrounding him, all probably asking questions. A sudden surge of bravery comes to him, and Harry stands up. "Why don't we find out?" He smirks, before walking over to the Slytherin table. The other houses quiet as he makes the trek across the large room. The group of people surrounding a very harassed looking Draco part, and soon enough Harry is standing directly in front of him. Before he loses his confidence, he just says the words, and they echo throughout the silent hall. Even the teachers are watching, since Umbridge is away at the ministry today. "Draco, will you go out with me?" Harry asks, bracing himself for the possible laughter and taunts from his former enemy, but they don't come. In a flash, Draco has climbed over the table to reach Harry, and presses their lips firmly together. "Yes." And their lips meet again. The Great Hall burst with applause and supportive screams. The boys separate, still holding each other. So yeah, being the bigger man is hard. But for Harry Potter, for the first time in his Wizarding life, he doesn't have to be. That can be Draco's job too.

#drarry fanfic #drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter

[kapitanwingter]

Chapter 4 - Rustbucket

"Whaaat now...." I said still half asleep "Just five more minutes...stop with the ringing already...."

In the end I did punched the clock so it would stop ringing.

Then I looked at it. And shouted.

"ÉDES FASZOM I'M LATE"

I still can't describe the situation better than I did back then. Having said screw you to breakfast I jumped into my uniform grabbed a pen and the notebook closest to me and rushed towards the school building.

I saw nobody walking towards it so I panicked and started running even faster. In the end I arrived at the gate by seven-fifty-four.

"My my what brings you here miss I-will-almost-skip-school-today" said the morale committee girl at the gate "Guess this is your lucky day already, carry on Hungary-san"

"Thanks a lot" I said "Annoyance-san.."

"WHAT WAS THAT?!" she shouted after me.

"I SAID KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK" I replied

"That's not what you..."

"SORRYCANTHEARCHA" I said as I slammed the main door behind me.

I swore to myself I would never be late again. That brunette half-pint midget was really creepy.

First lesson was math for which I had enough energy first time in my life since I literally ran a kilometer fourty seconds after I had woken up. Math is the subject I love and hate the same time equally. It's interesting....most of the times....when I understand it. Not to mention I'll need it if I ever want to be an engineer just like Dad. Of course I can e-mail him and he always helps me but honestly this is the case when you either figure the things out for yourself or you will never understand it.

After math it was history.

Then Japanese, which is currently the most troublesome for me. Why you might ask? I'm not a native though I must learn literature and culture during these lessons. Interesting but rather hard though not necessarily useless for me.

As for fourth period I sat through an English lesson the very same way I did it back home. I know everything there is to me, not to mention the level I studied before was higher. They focus on foreign languages in this country but they are not really good at them. I guess it's only natural so understandable.

Nothing really happened during this time. I talked to some classmates between lessons and the teachers didn't tease me much and it's not hard to figure out why.

Lunchtime.

I didn't take my time today, I went to the dining hall and on the way I ran into Saki. They were writing some kind of welcome-back test because their math teacher is like that. She finished early while the others are still struggling with it.

"I mean I know that woman but still...it is getting closer to the last drop" she said.

"Sounds like you didn't do very well" I replied.

"Nah, I wouldn't say it was easy but as my Mom always says I shouldn't try to deal with things I can't so I left some things unanswered. Like two out of ten. Anyways let's eat something"

"Yeah"

I just pushed a random button on the vendor however Saki took her time to figure out what she wanted to eat. You could naturally bring a bento but we are not in the situation where any of our moms could make us lunch. We sat down at a table in front of each other with two seats to spare. I was looking out the huge windows of which we sat next to while reacting and answering to Saki's monolgue about waterpolo. I don't dislike the sport I just don't like it very much though my Dad does it when he has time and my country is strong in it.

Some time later two of Saki's classmates came by.

"Good day Tamara"

"Good day Kaga" I replied "Please, do sit if you want.

"Much obliged" she said "This is Nashikawa Kanae, our classmate"

She was a bit shorter than me, had a ton of bracelet on her arms and a necklace. She also had middle sized black hair and a very overconfident look on her face.

"Howdy" said Kanae "Finally met you, nice to meat'cha! Call me Kan"

"Likewise" I said "You can call me Tam or Tami"

"Sooooouh..." said Kan "Heard you might consider taking up sensha-dou, huh?"

"News sure spread fast"

"Or Saki over here just approoves of you a lot"

 Saki blushed a bit.

"Don't you worry a bit!" she continued "I will teach you everything I know...if you can keep up that is"

"You're going overboard again, Kanae" said Kaga.

"Oh right like you can teach her everything miss I-shot-through-the-garage-on-my-first-day-chan"

"Which never happened again because I read the manuals after and had no problems ever since" said Kaga calmly

"Waitasec" I said "You are doing sensha-dou as well?"

"Your deduction capabilities are sparkling today" she said.

"At least you know what a tank is, right?" asked Kan

I grined with half of my face while cracking my fists under the table and explained to her how well I "know what a tank is, right".

Kaga and Saki were eating their food calmly as Kan there next to me went a bit pale.

"I hope I didn't say anything bad" I said

"Not to us" said Kaga.

"I had no idea you are already such a pro miss Tami" said Saki.

"I guess Kan-chan here can't play the big-bad senpai role with you" said Kaga.

"You actually shot an 88....?" said in the end Kan.

"Yes" I replied

"That. Is. AWESOME" she bursted out in the end "I've always wanted to shoot the big guns but goddamn I'm-the-boss-here Captain said 'Only after you had released all the energy inside of you'...."

"This Captain you are speaking of sounds rather bossy..."

"I would rather put it like" said Kaga "She doesn't approove of hasty decisions near a tank. Otherwise she is very confident and energetic...well...not as much as Kan-chan here"

"Oh don't you start it again..." said Kan.

"Starting what?"

"Nevermind..."

After talking to Kan for a little while I thought she really was good in heart. Just a bittle over-enthusiastic.

Lunch time was over. I headed back for another Japanese, biology and domestic-appliances class.

I was told to meet with with the sensha-dou team at their club-house, next to the big buildings I saw the other day. I looked in the dusty window and I could see a few people there as if they were waiting. I was ten minutes early of the de-briefing. I stepped in.

"Hi there" said the girl up front who came to greet me.

"Good day" I replied "Is this the..sensha-dou clubhouse?"

"If you want to call it that" replied the previous tall girl with long brown hair "But we prefer calling it HQ. I'm Eguchi Emese by the way but the others call me Cap for Százados"

She was wearing what seemed to me the tank uniform of this school. A dark olive colured coverall with a belt but she didn't wear the top half so her undershirt was visible. There was also an M39 Hungarian tanker hat on the table up from which I assumed it was hers.

"Ötvös Tamara, nice to meet you"

"Whoa whoa whoa wait you're the Hungarian girl? Seriously? Awesome. My ancestors are from there"

"Well you do have a Hungarian name"

"So. Ya into sensha-dou huh? So six new poeple gathered here this year so far - less than expected - but I hope more will come. We need to resupply our personnels after the ones finished here went away. I guess we can start the de-briefing, nobody else seems to be coming"

We took seats in that little treehouse. It really was a de-briefing hall. A projector on the roof, blackboard and whiteboard on the wall, maps, manuals and other kinds of information documents were everywhere with some desks where you could work and do some paperwork. There even was a long-range communications table with a morse-emitter.

"So" started Cap "Six of you are here now. This couldn't be more perfect! Welcome all to Árpád Girls' School's sensha-dou team. If you wish to go the door is there and nobody will ever hold you back but if you wish to stay...you will contribute to the thing this school is best at in rivalry with waterpolo. Sadly from year to year our numbers are decreasing but we are about to change that. All we have to do is show some progress which; We; Will"

She said this while walking left and right up in front.

"Right now with you guys we are able to man twenty-nine tanks, but for the upcoming battles we need thirty. With your addition to the batallion we grew stronger. From now on it's all up to you to show us how stronger. I think it's only fair to let you know what you need to deal with so here are our numbers: we have fifty tanks total - 2 Tigers, 2 Panthers, 5 Panzer 4s, 8 38M Told Is, 8 43M Toldi IIs, 4 Zrínyi with 105mm guns and 4 with 75mm guns, 8 40M Turán I, 8 41m Turán II and a 44M Tas"

"Waitasec" I said suddenly "I mean excuse me. We seriously have a Tas?"

"Yeah, any notice on that?" asked Cap.

"No...just...cool...only one was built" I said.

"And you can feast your eyes upon her later" said Cap with a grin on her face which seemingly she couldn't surpress "All right girls I'm gonna be frank with you, that is all the information you need, the rest you have to learn so here comes the top point of the day. Wanna ride a tank?"

"Hell yeah!" we all shouted at once.

"All right girls, I'll be back in a few minutes I have something to gather for you"

She left us there alone in an awkward silence.

"Well" I said "If we're going to be sardines in a tin can we might as well get to know each other first...perhaps...?"

"Sure why not, I guess I'll start then" said a girl with long silver hair " My name is Royama Reiko. I came from up north and been this school for a while. My hobby is sports shooting"

"Katsura Fusako. I came from the north as well and I don't really have any hobbies other than riding and gaming" said the girl next to Reiko who was quite tall, had middle long brown hair in a sideways ponytail but seemed a year younger than the rest of us.

"I am Ban Jitsuko" said the other tall girl with long blonde hair "I came from the seashore on the west and I don't have any hobbies at all but I like the navy and I want to join it eventually"

"I guess I have to introduce myself as well" start the girl next to Jitsuko with short black hair "I'm Toyota Eimi. I came from the northernmost island of Japan and I don't have a driving license yet but I want to drive cars to my heart's content"

"Watabe Aoi is my name and I was and am still classmates with Jitsuko" said she who had long black hair.

It was my turn next.

"I am Ötvös Tamara, I came here from Hungary or rather...was sent here. I have a lot to do with tanks and I want to ride a tank like I could never before at home. Nice to meet you all"

They nodded and said likewise.

"Crazy huh" said Eimi "We have not one, but two bloody Tigers"

"Well if our theme is Hungary" replied Jitsuko "It stands for reason"

"True that" said Eimi.

"I'm more fascinated about the Tas" I said "We only made one and it was lost..."

"What do you mean by 'we'?" asked Fusako.

"Well I am from the theme country" I replied.

"Oh right" she said.

"We might as well get along with each other if we'll be closed together" said Aoi.

"I didn't mean to offend I was just curious" said Fusako.

"Aren't only five supposed to operate the tank?" asked Reiko "It's not like we'll have two loaders, not to mention the space"

"You're right...what's gonna happen to one of us?" said Jitsuko.

"I doubt any of us needs to worry" I said "We need a commander, a driver, a shooter, a loader, a radio operator AND we could also have a maintenance personnel who can be a stand in to any of us"

"Great idea" said Fusako.

"She'll need to travel outside then" said Aoi.

"I'll laugh if you'll be that one, Ao!" said Jitsuko "Oh right her nickname is Ao, you can just call me Ji"

"A nickname to a name with three letters?..." asked Reiko.

"Got a problem with that?" said Ji.

"No just sounds rather interesting, anyways I guess call me Rei.

"Fusako's good for me" she said.

"You can call me Ei then, and you Tamara?"

"Tami's fine. I think this is the start of a wonderful friendship...or a horrible one"

Everyone laughed.

"Okay chaps, come with me" shouted Cap from outside.

We followed her and led us in the last hangar.

"My apologies, the OP tanks are already reserved. You're our 29th tank so what we have left are...four Turán I, four Turán II, seven Toldi I and six Toldi II..."

The girls started arguing what to choose, one of them even tried to sweettalk Cap into letting us drive at least a Panzer IV.

"Sorry, though we swap around the tanks according to the battles but we must respect the commanders' decisions"

I wandered into the hangar. It was the one for the medium and light tanks....then I suddenly spotted something covered in some clothing. I unraveled it and I forgot to breathe for a few seconds.

"Oy Cap!" I shouted "Is this one reserved?"

"That piece of junk? Hasn't turned on for decades"

I griend and opened up the engine compartment.

They were still discussing the matter of the tank but after five minutes they heard an engine roaring. I stopped in front of them and jumped out.

"Pan-paka-paaaan~" I said "You were saying Cap?"

"How on earth did you make that rustbucket ignite?" she asked with a surprised looking on her face"

"She has a rather...delicate engine" I replied "Weiss Manfréd Works made ones require the fine touch of a rough girl hehe. So whatchy'all think?"

After that I told them thoroughly my story with tanks.

"I think you already are our commander" said Ji.

They agreed and started throwing me in the air.

"Ta-mi! Ta-mi! Ta-mi!" they chanted.

"Well then, I guess it's settled" said Cap as she wrote the next to our names: 44M Tas.

#chapter #chapter4 #girlsundpanzer #girls und panzer #fanfiction #fan fiction #Winged

[trueheda]

AZGEDA NPCS to be written out in more detail later after i do chores:

hiron ( fourty five, leonardo dicaprio in the revenant ) - ontari’s training instructor

lesh ( thirty, alexander doetsch in the last kingdom ) - royal blacksmith / weapons maker

beau ( thirty eight, gustaf skarsgård in vikings ) - priest

nar ( twenty five, richard madden in game of thrones ) - warrior

tarnis ( thrity two,  viggo mortensen in lord of the rings ) - warrior

mars ( fifty, sean bean in game of thrones ) - war chief 

ceer ( thirty, jessica matten in frontier ) - war chief

#✘ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ sʟɪᴍ sʜᴀᴅʏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴜᴘ ( ooc ) #azgeda hc tag tba