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I hate you! | part I | N. Romanoff

Avenger!Natasha x Younger!Recruit!Reader

Summary: Arriving in a new Team is never easy. And when another person has a personal problem with you, it becomes even more difficult.

warnings: None!

Word count: 7,4k

A/N: Okayyy first part. Not much is happening here yet. The reader/you should first arrive normally. So sit back and enjoy it..Hehe

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Exactly one year ago, Nick had introduced you to this new team, about which you both had discussed before, and you still had not understood why the complete world should be put into the hands of these people. But...After all the events in New York and the attack of these things, you already had to admit that it was a good thing. It took time for the world itself to accept the "Avengers" as Nick called them. But after the successful fight and the re-conquest of the city, it was settled. They didn't see you (although you made a great effort to destroy those things) but that was fine with you.

Nick had also asked you to join the team, but you were able to turn him away, thank God. You are anything but a team player, and after some words and deeds, Nick finally understood.

But he came back with it again.

You were asked into his office one day and when you faced him you couldn't believe your ears for the second time, "I want you to join the Avengers as a full member." You took a deep breath, "..Like I said before. I'm not interested."

He looks at you and then sits down. He looks at you again and then he reached into a drawer and handed you a file. You took it and flip through it, "I'm sorry Y/n, but this is what the council decided."

You look through it and see that it is several writings about your last years here at SHIELD and..the years before. You look back up at him, "What's this?" You were a little pissed.

He sighed, "The council wants you to work directly to theirs. If you refuse, you will-"

"Let me guess-"

"No." He interrupted, knowing what you would say. "I gave them another suggestion. And that's this one." He pointed to the signature in the picture frame, for the Avenger Initiative. "Y/n, do you really want to become a pet again for people who would exploit it for that, or do you want to be able to make a difference and possibly have a future with it?"

You shake your head. That's exactly what you thought when he came to your cell two years ago and told you that you were free. However, "free" was not the world. You couldn't go out into the general population in the condition you were in when you met. Thus, Nick took you in and from that point, you had been working under Him.

"A future? I'm going back to following orders." You tossed him the stock again, "I said eventually. And these won't be the orders you were used to. You did a good job last year with the invasion. That would be wasted potential, Y/n!" You run it through your head, "You could be a hero. Accomplish something good with your skills. Something inside me says that the invasion of Loki, won't be the last enemy."

You have to admit you've done your research on the team..The world would celebrate you. You have wealth, an easy life and most importantly..living by your own orders..

"Who's in charge there?"

Fury had to stifle a smirk, "No head of state, that's for sure." This sounds too good to be true... "What's the catch? You really want me to realize that I can walk out of here and live my life without any risks? Come on."

You had a point. He walked around the table and looked right down at you, "I give you my word L/n. Did I break it last time?"

No he hadn't..

You looked to the side. "So? Are you taking my deal?"

And that was three months ago. Still, some arrangements had to be made for you to change organizations without difficulty. After all, you still had a certain reputation. But once everything was settled, it happened relatively quickly.

You were already sitting in the car with Nick, on the way to the tower. It was already several kilometers from SHIELD headquarters to the "Avenger" Tower and when you arrived, you were already getting ready for the confrontation..Which, however, did not come. "Don't be surprised, the team is out for the moment. So you have some time to find your way around."

How nice..I'm still waiting for the hook....

Furry showed you around briefly and as you were about to finish, a person spoke to you that the team had arrived again. Furry looked at you and headed off, "Well here goes."

You ran after him and couldn't say you weren't nervous. Why? You're just as good as they are, if not better. You head back down the Long Walk and when the door opened, there were several people facing you and one was on a stretcher.

"Team."

Everyone turned to the voice and had a puzzled look, "Fury?" Actually came in unison. "I'll keep it short. This is Y/n L/n." He steps aside and you emerged. You looked around, and saw smiling faces, until they saw you and had to stop smiling. They were probably expecting someone else. Steve, who I recognized immediately, probably voiced what was on everyone's mind, "Don't take this the wrong way, but..This is just a kid?"

You were prepared for it, "I'm 20, thanks. So no.." Your age didn't seem to matter to most because they kept looking at you like that. Furry still said, "Believe me, she really isn't," And he was sorry about that too, "And don't underestimate her. You got the message, and here she is." He turned to me, "You got this."

"W-Wait-" And he walked past you toward the exit, leaving you to your own now. Great.

Now you were standing there. In a wildly strange environment, with all too strange people.

"Well..Pleased to meet you. I'm Steve," He gave you his hand, and you took it in greeting. His handshake was strong, and Steve thought the same about yours. "The one lying here is Clint," He raised his hand and continued to drink his drink, "Thor, Bruce, Cho, Tony, and Natasha. Hey, now you got backup!" You could tell he was trying to move the mood up and grinned at the redheaded woman. She just looked at you with an iron gaze, though. Maybe she was happy to be the only one? I mean..Steve doesn't even look that bad, let alone that Thor..is that hair real?

"Anyway, how are you holding up?" She walked over to Clint, and thus you got your answer. "You know..If you don't mind, I'd like to continue preparing my room if that's okay?" You really just wanted to get out of this situation here. Steve just nodded and showed you the way to the door. When it closed behind you, you were relieved and could breathe normally again.

When you were back on the way, you looked around a lot more than you had earlier with Nick. Only now do you notice how many windows there actually are here. You could look over the entire city and from all angles..And when you somehow arrived in your room, your jaw dropped. It's only now that you realize how big it actually is, and they didn't skimp on the windows here either.... You're definitely going to rearrange your bed. Because you were just about to. You walk over and sit down on the bed and relatively quickly drop backwards with a groan. You thought the beds at SHIELD were already a marshmallow, but this? Anything that could be compared to a cloud. Maybe it wasn't a mistake to come here after all..

Yes, it was. Sure, you can't judge it yet, but who throws a fat house party at this hour? Is it every night? You were asked beforehand by an AI if you wanted to participate, but you thought it was just a tiny 7 man party and not a whole concert.

After several hours of blaring music, silence returned, and you decided to go downstairs to get a drink. You had found your way quite well and when you arrived in the huge kitchen you found..Maria?!

"What are you doing here?" Not that you're complaining, but seeing someone you know in a strange environment is a relief. "Y/n, hey, good to see you, want some?"

She grabbed a beer from the fridge, and you nicely denied her and made yourself a water from the tap. "I hope Tony's party didn't knock you out completely, he can't get enough sometimes..."

"It's alright. Was something new, soo," You suddenly heard loud laughter and saw Steve sitting on the couch with the others, having a good laugh about something. Maria caught this, "Come on, come on." She walked back and made a hand gesture for you to follow her, and since you didn't know what else to do, you followed her,"Hey, look who I found!" She sits back down, and you sit next to her, "Y/n! settled in yet?" Asked, if you remember correctly, Clint. "Yeah..thanks. I have to get used to the size of this place, but it'll be fine..." With this statement, you made some people laugh and smile. You lean back a bit so the conversation topic from earlier can continue, and it did quite quickly. While the men were busy lifting some hammer from the table, you took the chance to look around. Also, again a large room, however this is the room with the largest windows..Everywhere lay still things from the party earlier and-

Suddenly you hear a shrill sound and footsteps coming towards you. Everyone looked somewhere to find out where the sounds were coming from. However, the search was made easier when a robotic figure approached you, "You are all killers..." You could only gather from the machine, and the men next to you stood up. Tony was typing something on some kind of tablet, but had funny expression on his face. You also noticed that Maria took her gun and armed it.

"-But I have a mission!" The robot's voice brought you out again.

"What kind of mission?" Answered only Natasha, and suddenly two more of those things flew through the walls and towards you. Steve was quick and hit the table in front of both of you and him, however one of those things was faster and flew into it, causing you to fall. You quickly got back up, and Steve asked, "Are you okay?" You just nodded and looked over at the thing, which was now standing down as well. There were sounds everywhere like gunshots, breaking glass, furniture falling over, and more. This left you cold, however, you ran right at one of the things. You hit it several times, but it didn't do much, it just sped up its movements and was about to strike when you dodged, grabbed it and threw it over one of the many railings. It hit the ground and got up just as quickly.

You were about to jump off when Thor called to you to bring it back to the ground. You nodded to him, jumped over the now broken railing onto the robot, wrapped your thighs around the neck of the thing, and thus threw it to the ground. You roll cleanly away, only to see Thor smash it with his hammer.

"That was dramatic." said the remaining one who came up to us at the beginning.

"I'm sorry. I know you guys mean well. But you're not thinking logically."

Everyone was back together and looking at the thing, "You want to protect the world, but not have it change.... How are you going to save humanity if it's not allowed to..evolve?"

He walked up to one of the destroyed ones and lifted it up, "With these?! Puppets?" he crushed the head and tossed it back towards us, "There is only one way to peace. The eradication of the Avengers." That was his last word as Thor smashed him, and he fell against the wall.

"I was hanging by strings, but now I am free."

Everyone looked at each other and wiped away the blood you had. Meanwhile, Tony and Bruce ran off somewhere and the others followed them. You too, though, you stopped at the broken robot. The last thing he had said...that was true for you too.

But before you could think any further, you heard noises coming from the next room, and now you join up with the others. You entered and some put the broken parts of the things on a table, "He was everywhere, files, control systems..Probably he knows more about us than we do ourselves." Meanwhile, when Natasha said that, she looked at you. You look away because you didn't want to stare too.

"He's in files, on the internet, and when he's interested in something more exciting?"

Everyone looked anxiously into the corner. Are you afraid to find the pins for your website somewhere? What is-

"You're not too worried about that." Natasha's voice brought you out of your thoughts, "Because I don't even know what can be found about me myself." It was the truth, but this answer hit her a nerve, "You think that's funny?" She walked up to you, and you just kept looking at her, "No. But it's the truth." She looked alternately into your eyes, "Truth, huh? Then tell me how you know about that stunt earlier."

Her tone became more serious, and you didn't know what she meant. But if you questioned it now, she would surely be at your throat. "Hey Natasha-" Someone was about to intervene, but was interrupted by a louder trampling, and Thor came at Tony fully equipped and lifted him up by the neck. Perfect, now it's already two going nuts.

"Hey, hey, can we stop attack each other now? We have a much bigger problem right now!"

"You heard him..." Thor threw some more verbal stuff at Tony's head until the situation among us thinned out a bit, and we set to work finding this Ultron, as Tony named him. However, this has taken its hours and we have been sacking all night and so far have found nothing, absolutely nothing. About time Steve came back in and handed Thor a tablet again, "What's this?" Everyone stood up and walked over with, "A message."

You were about to look along when Maria moved into your field of vision, "Find anything yet?" You look from Thor and the others now to her, "No..I've searched everything and other than a few messages regarding bank robbery, nothing serious. Hey, what's over there?"

Maria didn't even look away from you, "A piece of information useful for this case and one before it." You don't know that Maria was starting to sweat and run out of ideas. She knows what's on the tablet and wants to prevent you from seeing. It would be too soon and especially too short notice. "Wouldn't it be good to see these then?" You had to laugh... "You know what, come with me!" She grabbed you and took you to the hallway, "Maria, what's wrong?" She closed the door and let out a soft sigh.

"Listen..I just don't want you to have to deal with unnecessary data, okay? I don't know if Nick told you, but the Council is looking over your fingers. If you get caught up in useless stuff that doesn't move you forward on the current case, you'll be somewhere else real quick..." Maria makes a mental note to punch herself for this stupid lie. The Council isn't looking at you, Nick has made that clear, but she needs to keep you out of this room at all costs. "I knew it. That would have been too easy." You swallowed the lie. "You didn't get that info, you understand?" You just nodded deceived and looked up as the door opened again and everyone walked out together. "Did you find anything?" Maria asked, and you didn't listen. Still annoyed that Fury had lied to you after all. "We have a clue. Y/n?"

You look up at Steve, "I'd like to pull you in on this, however we don't know your capabilities yet, and would keep you out of it for now." Great. And now you're being left behind, too. They just see you as a burden. Your barrel was already felt, and it's not getting any less. You look at Steve and leave Him with a cold shoulder as you walk back into the big break room. Maria looks back at Steve, "I'll handle it, go." Steve just nods and pulls away as well.

You look around and close your eyes. A good tip for someone who needs to control their anger issues. You take a deep breath and exhale. My time will come...

"Hey..." You look back at the door and see Maria leaning against it, and you desperately look for something to focus on to escape the conversation, "I know it's hard, but-"

"Hard? Oh, I don't know, but you're practically being offered a new life for the second time, and yet you're just being treated as a burden..." Your words hurt Maria somehow. She was with you from the beginning of your journey, "That's not true Y/n and you know it. You've only been here 24 hours..The team also has to first come to terms with giving up some of their work now. They appreciate that."

"Doesn't seem like it..." you mutter to yourself. "Your time will come, and in the meantime you'll just have to put up with me, unless you find me too boring..." Maria tried desperately to get her spirits up. "Come on, the team is doing the hard work, and we are trying to get more information regarding Ultron, how does that sound? You can only play into their hands."

You appreciate her attempt, but can see through her gamesmanship and only agree to give her a clear conscience. You are not stupid.

So you sat at the computer again for almost two hours, sorting stocks from before and contacting all sorts of people. You almost couldn't keep awake, so dull was the whole thing. And when Maria's phone rang, you thought there was more work to come. But when you saw her face, you knew something was wrong.

She got up and went to the nearest TV to turn it on. What you saw then you had never seen before. It was a person resembling Tony's suit fighting a giant green monster, "What is that?!" You got up and walked closer, "Okay, thanks," Maria hung up and looked at it too, "That's Banner..."

"Bruce?!!" You look at her with wide eyes. Before he was still small, and..not green... "That's the Hulk..And Tony is just trying to stop him from completely destroying the city..." He's doing a lousy job at it..He just flew into a fucking building with him!

"Some people won't like that..." Maria leaves the room, and you just keep looking at the screen with wide eyes..How can such a big figure come out of such a small person!!!

At some point, Maria came back and saw you still crouching in front of the TV, "How does it look?" You don't know how long you've been looking, but it's bad...Very bad... "Well...There are no deaths, but there are injuries, and the damage that has been done is too big at the moment to be more specific..." You hear Maria swear, and at that moment the radio in the control center beeps. You both head out and it's Tony on the line, "What's the story?"

"The media loves you guys. Nobody else does, though. There's no arrest warrant for Banner yet, but there's something in the air." So that's what Maria did the time.."The Stark disaster relief?"

"Is on the scene. How's the team?" Maria looked to you as she asked that and there was radio silence for a moment with Tony, "Everyone is..Today we plugged in...We'll put that away. "You can tell he's trying to sound reliable, but it must look bad. You haven't known your comrades long enough, but a lot of them put a lot of stock in you.... "Now go into stealth mode and stay away from here for now." W-what? "So..run and hide?"

"Until we find Ultron, I don't have a better suggestion." You both waited for a response, but nothing came. Maria hung up, sighing, "That's it? What am I supposed to do now? Sit around here and wait for the situation to defuse??" Maria stood up and packed her things, "Sort of. I'm sorry your first days are going like this, but that's the daily routine here."

She left the room again, but quickly came running back, "Y/n, a shrill alarm went off at Cho's research lab..." She went to a laptop and showed you the coordinates and then pointed to a large building, "I don't have anyone right now, so you're the one to look at it." Wait what? "Meaning?" She looks to you, "Get ready to go, I'll meet you in the hangar." You start to grin again for the longest time. Finally, a new task..You run up to your room, grab your gear and run all the way back down to the hangar. You see only one Jat that had its cargo door open and you go inside. Inside you meet Maria again, "Alright, the autopilot will fly you there, I'll try to send another unit with you meanwhile." You follow her instructions, "Got it?"

"Roger that." You see Maria nod and she walks back out. You sit down in the chair and only now realize that you are in a completely strange machine, and you don't even know where the button for the start is. Before you could call for Maria again, the door closes automatically, and it got ready for takeoff. You were pushed back a bit as the full speed arrived and you leaned back. The flight lasted just under 20 minutes, and when you arrived, everything was set still.

You had prepared in that time to get the site plan and knew where you needed to go. So you set off and traversed the corridors. You acted inconspicuously, but still something was wrong. Why isn't anyone looking at you? Everyone continues to do their work..Are they used to a complete stranger just walking this way?

You keep walking and as you were about to turn a corner, you immediately stepped back. You cautiously look again and see several of those things you destroyed last night. Only this time they looked complete..You look around and find a ventilation shaft to your right above you and jump in. You continue to follow the voices and eventually you become speechless.Just below you, you can see the woman who helped Clint the other night talking to a giant robot..He was just sitting there, and she connected large cables to him, "Cell cohesion takes a few hours. But we can already start the consciousness transfer. We're uploading your verbal matrix..."

Oh shit. Is that Ultron? He sure has gotten huge. You follow all the screens and you get it.

He's improving.

You don't even want to know what other thing is in that jar next to him...You were pulled out of your thoughts when the door to the lab opens and two more people come in. Something must have triggered one of them, because she suddenly cries out and then takes a step back. "H-how could you? You were going to destroy the Avengers, create a better world-"

"It will be better." You see Ultron tense up, "When all the humans are dead?"

When all the humans are dead? What the hell is in there? The two continue to discuss, and I notice in the corner of my eye that Cho blinks and suddenly disconnects Ultron from the vessel. Ultron caught on to this and shot her. I guess that also gave the go ahead for the others and, they pointed their guns at the staff. So you kicked the grate away, slid out and grabbed a tablet you found on the table and threw it right at the head of one of those things. He misses its shot and you go over to attack. You pull out your two pistols and shoot down the remaining six. You were just about to reposition yourself when you notice Ultron about to strike, and you narrowly dodge him. Meanwhile, you see four other robots bringing out this jar and you don't like it at all. You have to stop them. You roll forward under Ultron and go to attack those robots again, but before you could even get close Ultron was in front of you again and set to attack again, this time you bring your arms in front of your face to protect yourself and the impact of the blow caused you to slide, "Why are you still standing?" You have to admit that the blow hurt. and you shake out your arms and run towards him again. At least that's what he thought, because you slip under him again and make your way to the jar. You see the things with the jar go through a door and get ready for the attack, until you hear shouts for help from another room and a little later shots.

You look back to the door and again in the direction of the screams. You were about to run to the door until you stopped in your act.

Rule number two, no victims of our sides.

The phrase came back to you, and you cursed before heading for the path of the screams. When you arrived, there were robots again shooting at more employees. You got fed up and charged towards them. It wasn't long before all three of them were down, and you again head for the path to the jar, but this time not alone, "Y/n?" You look to the side and see Steve running in that direction as well, "He's uploading into a body, we need to-"

"I know, Cho told me everything, take this, put it in your ear and follow me."

You are puzzled because he is running in a completely different direction, but you decide to follow him. We arrived at a bridge, and he looked at one of the trucks coming towards us. You knew what to do, "Steve, I'm going to follow him...He can't stay in this vehicle the whole time, he wants to drop off somewhere." He looks at you in surprise, "What's your Plan?" You look back at the truck and take a running start, "Distract him as long as possible."

You take off running and jump right on top of the truck. You make your way to the doors until a beam blew the door open and threw you to the side. You swing back with the door and look inside when another beam came at you and this time the door fell off completely. You flew up unwillingly and just barely landed on the other door, which was now hanging by its last threads on the truck.

"Y/n you're no match for him, get out of there!" You thought you were losing it again, as suddenly a voice came from no where, but you quickly understood it was the radio in your ear, "No..He's mad and won't charge any further, let's keep it that way!" You climb up and were about to jump when Ultron kicked you off the door again. You fly backwards and land right on a car window. You look at the driver, and order him to speed up. He did just that, and you were able to jump back onto the truck. When you got to the top, Ultron was back as well, and you go into the attack. You are aware that you have nothing on him, but as long as he doesn't go back, everything is fine....

You managed to hold on trap for three minutes until he apparently had enough, and he now shot at you for the third time with his beam. You didn't have time to protect yourself, so he hit you, and you flew off the vehicle again onto another. You wanted to do it like the last time, but he got ahead of you and suddenly the ground under you moved and threw the vehicle with you into the air. You hold on to the roof above, the car flips over, and you let go at the right moment so you could land on the road and run, "HOLY SHIT!!!" You run for all you're worth, and you notice and hear how, behind you, other vehicles were rolling over and coming right at you. A car came flying quite well, and you jump on it and then again on the truck. You land completely exhausted in front of Ultron, "You won't get rid of me so easily, you should have realized that by now at the latest." He looks at you angrily and his hands glowed again until several shots hit him. You look back and see Clint sitting in the Jat.

However, the fire didn't last long, as the two other robots in the truck themselves were now flying at him. Clint pulled off again, and suddenly you hear another person in your ear, "L/n, keep him busy, I'm going in." It was Natasha's. You had to smile a little, "What do you think I've been doing here all this time?" But no answer came back. Before you get thrown off the truck several times again, you decide to take Ultron with you right away. You run up to him, cling to him, and throw you both off the moving vehicle. You fell on the ground and Ultron falls against several cars, getting a little damaged. You look back at the truck where Natasha is now inside and notice the others coming back from Clint, "Natasha they're coming back!" You were about to join her, but Ultron got in your way again and gave you a side kick. You buckled and were ready to live with the consequences, but suddenly Ultron is thrown away as well, but you didn't see anyone. I guess he got fed up and flew away. You get back up and try to find him, "I lost him! I think he's coming your way!"

You run a few blocks to catch up, but it was no use, "Y/n meet me at HQ..." Came Steve's voice from the radio. "What about Ultron?" You stop and look at the direction to the tower, "We'll discuss that later." You roll your eyes. You hate it when people don't give you the reports right away. So now you're running in the completely different direction again, and at some point you were able to catch up with Steve, who suddenly has the two with you that you had seen in the lab.

The three of them were in a hurry for some reason and immediately rushed into Tony's lab, "I'm only going to say this once." You saw Tony and Bruce also connecting cables to the vessel. What did you before?

"How about no time?"

"Turn it off!" Steve took a step forward. "Nope." But Tony kept pushing his buttons. "You don't know what you're doing!" You notice Bruce tense up and move closer to you as well, "But you do? Is your mind guiding you?" He points his finger at the female Steve has brought with him. Steer mind? You can do that?!

"I know you're angry." Oooohh, maybe it was related to the incident four hours ago..Bruce, Tony, and Steve are discussing and suddenly the one next to me was standing on the other side of the room, cables in hand, HOW THE HELL?!!!

And from then on, the complete chaos began. Steve started attacking Tony, he of course defended himself. Bruce was holding the mind woman, and you were just standing there. You are too new here to pick any side. And if that wasn't enough, Thor joined in, swinging his hammer in the air and throwing it right back at the vessel. All was quiet until the vessel inflated and burst completely. Out of the thing now came another thing. It looked like a human only in red and a few places were covered in silver. Everyone took cover and the thing in red looked around. It looked at Thor and flew straight at him. But her swerved and threw it further, where he then paused in front of a window. He stayed there for a few, until he came back around, "Sorry..That was..weird. Thank you." He nodded to Thor.

After that, the guys almost started bumping into each other again until Thor enlightened us. It's still a blur to you, but the others seem to have figured it out.

"He's waiting for you." the red one started again, "Where?" and clint stepped forward, "In Sokovia..Natasha he has there too."

"Totally impossible for all of us to get through there. If only one tin soldier remains, we've lost. It's going to be an ugly thing and blood will flow."

I guess that will be the endgame. Man versus machine.

"Ultron knows we are coming. We expect heavy fire. We know what to expect. But the people of Sokovia...do not. So our priority is to get their out of there. We find out what Ultron built, we find Romanoff, and we evacuate the area." Steve looks at us as we all get the Quinjet (as you figured out) launch ready.

"The fight is just between us."

You immediately understood why Steve is in charge here. He just knows how to use his words and get the team motivated. When you were on your way, you had divided into groups. Steve assigned you with Bruce because Hulk should stay in as long as possible and Bruce would be on his own. You didn't mind, after all, you had to give it your all earlier. Clint gave us the more exact coordinates of Natasha's position and we headed out. It was a kind of castle that was abandoned. You had only split up, but no one had found her. There was only one way left open, and that's where she had to be. Bruce went out and you behind him. You were already thinking ahead and looking for things that might be of use to you to get Natasha out, and you found something. So did Bruce. You came to it when Natasha asked how to get out of here, "That's my sign, Hi. I hope you're okay?" She just nodded, "Well then, I found this beautiful thing here!" It was enormous in your hands and heavy to boot. You pressed the detonator and the gun charged, then fired, and you thought the entire door would be blown apart, but only the lock fell off. You look down at the gun in disappointment and drop it.

Natasha came out, "So what's the plan?" Bruce just stood up for some reason, "I'm going to get you to safety." You stood next to him and looked at him.

I'm not even there..it's okay.

"The job isn't over yet?" Natasha asked and you agree. That was definitely not the plan. You were about to say something until he interrupted, "We can help with the evacuation, but I-I'm not allowed to fight when people are around, and you've already done enough. Our fight is over."

He came closer to her and looked in her eyes. You were just speechless. Was he flirting with her right now? In a situation like this?

"I hate to interrupt your...whatever this is, but we have to go..." You intervened, as slowly but surely the town was getting restless. The two listened to you, and you set off on your way back. However, now suddenly the ground began to shake and bricks fell from the walls. "We have to get out of here..." Okay, you're starting to dislike Bruce, isn't that what you mentioned 5 minutes ago!

"Aren't you turning green?" Natasha held him tight, "I have a beautiful reason to be cool."

Now it's over. You don't know if it was your instinct or the nauseating feeling, but you got in between them until more happens and throw him down wherever it goes there. You turn to Natasha, "I know this looks wrong, but-"

"No. This was the right thing to do. We need the other one."

That was definitely your plan…

It wasn't long before the screaming got louder, and now Hulk was standing in front of us, now looking at both of you. You both held onto him and he jumped off. It was the longest 15 seconds of your lives because you really thought you wouldn't make it, but then when Hulk got to the top he threw us both off his back, and we rolled on the ground and also got up at the same time and stood there identical. You thought that was very funny, hello, it wasn't even planned that way, but Natasha just looked at you in shock and quickly straightened up, "We have to go."

She gave Hulk another nod and ran ahead to the city. You didn't think much of it and went after her. You both could see from afar what the city looked like, and it was a total disaster.

Also, later you noticed that you were in the air...What was Ultron up to?

It didn't take you long to get to the others and try to rescue a group of civilians from the battle of the machines. You beat the hell out of them, only more and more machines came out of nowhere. "Y/N!" You were just surrounded until Steve threw you his shield, and you took it thankfully. It was fantastic. The shield was not only good at protecting, it was also good at attacking.

Your side was clear, and you threw the shield to Natasha. She took it as well and hit the thing in front of her several times, pushing it away a bit and reflexively throwing it back to you as you ran to it. You caught it and used it to knock the head off the machine.

"We make a good team, don't you think?" That you say that...

However, she just looked at you again and straightened her posture, "Didn't expect anything else now, and now move on."

You just look after her. Did you do something wrong at some point? Why is she being like this to you? You arrived together at Steve's who was already talking to Tony, and it looked very bad for you and the population, "Steve these people have nowhere to go." Natasha confirmed Steve's fear. "Blow up-"

"Not if everyone is safe..." You also had something to say, "Everyone up here or everyone down there? That's out of proportion..." So that's it? Wow..you've been able to enjoy your new freedom for almost three days..you look ahead and see only the blue skies and the clouds,

"We can die worse..And the view isn't so bad.." You thought your end was sealed four years ago, and that's definitely no comparison to this.

"Glad you like the view, Y/n, it's about to get even better." You look puzzled as you suddenly hear Nick's voice and all of a sudden a cloud got bigger and Nick's ship came out of nowhere.

"Fury, you really have balls..." You could tell hope was coming back. On top of that, several small ships were docking, planned for the civilians. "Let's load you up then!"

The next few minutes were spent getting everyone one on the ships. However, Ultron had other plans. Thor called for help, and Tony commanded you all to support him, and a little later you all found yourselves together again at the heart of it all. Ultron's entire army against the nine of you. Ultron's machines began the attack and you gave everything you had. You didn't know what it was, but the feeling was incredible. Thousands of machines against two handfuls of you, and you did well. Not a single machine came close to the core. Every once in a while you had to smile, because just such a situation happened in your training. You didn't realize it, but Natasha had a hard time keeping her eyes on the machines and on you at the same time. How did you know this fighting art? And how can you perform it so well? She was- no is better than you, at least that's what she thinks, but her notions are kicked to sand when she saw your stamina and felt hers. You had destroyed by far more machines than she, and she is already physically almost at the end.

Eventually it got to the point where Thor, Tony, and Vision could go at Ultron himself and defeat him. They stopped and Ultron wanted to say something. But Hulk had other plans and catapulted him into nothingness.

"We have to leave, even I feel the air is getting thin. Go to the ferries. I'll look for stragglers and catch up."

"I'll come with you." Everyone looked at you, "I can still go on, take me with you." Steve looked at you and definitely sees that you are telling the truth. He nodded and the two of you set off. The others drove back as Steve had instructed.

You and Steve crossed half the city again and found no one else. You are already on the ferry, when Steve looked around again. But suddenly the island fell and Steve jumped up in time. You both look down in shock and see the rock hurtling towards the earth at a rapid pace and falling into thousands of small pieces a short time later.

You all wait until the small ship brought you to the big one, and then go to the bridge to tell Fury everything. You stopped in your tracks, however, as you saw Natasha talking to Bruce-or rather Hulk-through the radio, "Flip the bird, okay?" She tried to stay calm, and you see Hulk walking towards the screen, "We can't track you in stealth mode.." You'd think she was talking to a kid. Kind of cute.

"So help me out here, will you? You're supposed to-" And suddenly the screen went black. Hulk apparently disconnected..Natasha seemed hurt and probably wasn't expecting it. You're bad with feelings and words, but it doesn't seem to hurt to try, does it?

"We'll find him, I'm sure..To me, Bruce came up in the last-" She stood up and came straight to you,

"You know absolutely nothing about him or about us! You think you can suck up to Fury and thus hope for a bright future, don't you? Wrong thinking L/n. Let me guess, you had no interest in joining the team until Fury talked you into it and convinced you by acting like you were the best in your field. Do you really think you're just going to walk in here and take it all without caring how it affects everyone else?"

What is wrong with her? What did you ever do to get on this side of Her? Is it your age? Is it your nature? You were so surprised and shocked at the same time that you didn't even know what to say. There you are, open-minded for once, and the rug is pulled right out from under you.

She walked past you, and you just look over and Fury came at you.

"Wow, that hit something..." You look at him, and he looks at you, "I hope you don't believe her. Romanoff is a little..complicated at first, but nothing you can't handle." That's right..both.

A night passed, and you were so grateful to finally get some rest. But the next day, it was back to business. You, Wanda, Rhodey, Vision, and Sam were now the new hitchhikers, and you were glad not to be the only one anymore. You were in a hanger until Steve and Natasha came in. You were told that they were going to help you work as a team and when you saw Natasha you knew it was going to be fun.

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[mrneighbourlove]

Was leere ever in the running to rule hyrule and if so how would she have done has the ruler of hyrule

Despite being the oldest by age, Leere was never going to be in the running to rule Hyrule due to a number of various factors. As an adopted child that wasn't even of Hyrule, the opposition of the religious and noble factions would have been fierce against the royal family. Secondly, despite being loved by her father, Ganondorf would never put her on the throne before his own first born, and if anything happened to Covarog, Ralnor would have taken his place, and so on and so forth. Finally, the idea of ruling just never appeased Leere. The pressure of being charge of a kingdom of various cultures of people is something she'd never want for herself, not to mention the feeling that the unlucky tragedies that followed her would somehow bubble up to effect all of Hyrule.

Despite these circumstances, Leere did learn the education required to rule just like any of her siblings to lead not just from throne, but as a princess in general. She did have responsibilities that she took on for the betterment of Hyrule, and if anything tragic would have befallen her parents while the rest of her siblings would have been too young to rule, Leere would have taken the throne with great humility until her siblings were ready themselves.

Now if Leere was crowned the leading monarch, I imagine her rule would have been a hard road ahead of her. The most realistic conditions to be made Queen would have had to come from incredibly tragic circumstances by losing her family. For this example lets use the War of Fire with the Kikai Empire and lets say the end of the war was far more costly then how it would have ended normally. Zannah's kidnapping of Kanisa was instead a successful assassination of the entire royal line of children. This would have lead both Zelda and Ganondorf to be far more ferocious in their response, but also more reckless. The end result of the war is a final conflict that results in the fatalities of the entire Hasai race, Queen Zelda, and King Ganondorf. As the flames of conflict come to an end, Leere is left with a scarred kingdom and a broken home.

As the last family she has left and being less of a princess than even Leere, Rinku would help her adoptive sister in ruling where she could. Leere would take the throne and title of Queen, burning a fire under the asses of any who would object to the title without her being married. For the Necromancer, she would insist that what Hyrule needed was to project any image of strength they could, and her being labeled Queen would go a long way to do so. Next, would be allocating resources to rebuild the damage to the kingdom, both physically and spiritually.

Leere would create a policy of the living respecting the dead to a further degree then Hyrule already does. Pacts would be called upon that the dead would serve the living in a time of crisis, and in return the dead would receive constant tribute of respect and love. Heavy crimes would be punished with swift severity, and brutal examples would be made to anyone who would harm children.

Whose to say how key events like the conflicts with Vul'kar, the Frost King, or Chaos would go isn't exactly black and white. Leere would have an interesting fight on her hand as Queen with Vul'kar, but being allies with the Lorliedians could turn the tide. She might even be able to stop the Abyssians from being unleashed from the trench before they were ever released in the first place. The Frost King would either win outright with the Direnor's not wanting the help of another Necromantic ruler, or Leere would have in engage in very brutal and very even conflict with the Frost King. By the time of the rise of Chaos, unless a different host for Balance were to rise, it would most likely be the end of Hyrule under Leere's rule.

As far as succession would be concerned, Leere might be the first ruler of Hyrule in a long time to either A. Not be married. Or B. Have many, many concubines. To the disappoint of many nobles of the old era, most of these concubines would be women. Unless Leere learned the techniques to shapeshift her form, she would not be able to sire royal children of her own bloodline, not that wouldn't stop her from adoption if need be. Although unlikely, there is a possibility of Bonegrinder or Sunny being found and married in this timeline could happen. With Zannah dead, the smartest choice Leere could make politically would be to offer marriage to Queen Annuciata of Danjur for a union of their kingdoms.

From the outside looking in, and even with many of her own people, Leere's popularity would be low, especially with her openly supporting the dark arts and the spirit realm. The only true friends she'd be able to count on would be the likes of Rinku and the Skull Kid, with the likes of Ghirahim and Vaati being dangerous but powerful advisors, the former having little reason to follow her lead with Ganondorf dead outside of a curiosity at how his King's protegee would last, and the latter constantly being given favours to stay and give his help. Despite this, Queen Leere would give her all for the kingdom, even if there may be little happiness for herself, or thanks received.

Art by @lunaartgallery. One excellent representation of what Leere may have dressed as Queen.

#legend of zelda #leere #Q&A

[mischa-auer]

Photoplay, December 1938: One Mad Auer by Ida Zeitlin

Transcript of article:

    One day Mischa Auer woke to the realization that he hadn’t had a new tie in eight years. He walked into a haber-dasher’s. “I am the law of compensation,” he told the clerk. “Please give me a tie. Any tie.” Since then the law of compensation has been buying himself a tie a week.

    He hired as a cook a German who’d thumbed a ride from him. “There’s something wrong with that guy,” said Mr. Auer’s wife after one look.

    “Nonsense. You don’t understand the Continental viewpoint. He’s down-and-out. We have to give him a break.”

    It wasn’t until the cook coaxed him one morning at the point of a knife to wash the breakfast dishes that Mischa lost his faith in his protégé.

    He discovered that by rolling grapefruit up and down the black keys of a piano he could get the effect of Debussy’s overtones. His Grapefruit Suite in E-Flat has since become a classic. One day weird sounds issued from the living room. His wife popped her head in. Mischa was instructing his grandmother, an accomplished pianist who, for twenty-five years, had accompanied Leopold Auer, his musician grandfather, in the “grapefruit” technique. “Maybe I better try oranges,” the discouraged pupil was saying.

    “No, oranges are for amateurs. Now once more-so-so-gently-pianissimo- You see? Grandfather would have been proud of you.” With ten dollars in his pocket, and no idea where the next ten was coming from, he’d go to the Cocoanut Grove and have himself a time. When their windows went curtainless for lack of funds, when their bed was an old mattress set up on boards, when they dined off a card table, they still employed a cook and a nurse. “You’re a darling who can’t cook,” he informed Mrs. Auer. “Tony’s a darling who needs a  nurse. I’m a darling who likes to eat. We’ll pay them some day.” So Gooly (the baby’s version of Julia) would get her salary on Monday. Mischa would borrow it back on Tuesday, saying: “Gooly, you’re a sucker and you’ll end in the poorhouse.”

    He’s a kleptomaniac about sunglasses. Money burns holes in his pockets, but for some reason it breaks his heart to pay eighty-five cents at a drugstore for a pair of smoked glasses. Leave your own within his reach and they’re lost to you forever. “You forgot ‘em, they’re mine,” and he bears them off to a hiding place no one has been able to discover.

    He doesn’t trust himself with money. He has a business manager who puts him and his wife on an allowance. Mrs. Auer was normal when they married, but has since become happily infected by her husband’s germ. He insists that checks brought him for his countersignature be covered except for the signature line.

    “All those eighty-eights and ninety-nines depress me.”

    He will never do today what can possibly be postponed till tomorrow or next year. He figures to a split second how long it will take him to make a train and makes it by that split second, calmly watching his secretary’s blood pressure mount. His face is a heavy-lidded mask of melancholy, his eyes are pools of sorrow, but his mind is a capering harlequin that flips the world comic side up, because nothing matters.

    The tragedy of Auer’s boyhood has left one obvious scar. Fleeing from revolutionary Russia with the mother he adored, he found a refuge of sorts in Constantinople. The refugees were herded together under such unspeakable conditions that typhus broke out. Mischa’s mother, trained through the war in Red Cross work, took charge. In two weeks she was dead. The fifteen-year-old knew he had relatives in America, but grief and shock drove from his mind all recollection of names and addresses. A ring taken from his dead mother’s hand provided passage to Florence, where friends of the family lived. Thence he was shipped to his grandfather in New York.

    These are things he prefers to keep to himself. “Every Russian has a story, and they’re all bad. Best to shut up about it.” What he can’t conceal is his dread of being alone. Before his marriage, any one of his closer friends was likely to be awakened by Mischa, strolling into the bedroom at four in the morning. He’d sit down, hold forth in his usual vein and, when daylight broke, take his departure. No explanations of these impromptu visits were ever asked or offered. His friends knew he that he was driven by an unreasoning fear of solitude and the dark.

He and Norma Tillman met in a dress shop. It was Norma’s dress shop. They were both lunching with Mrs. Frank Tuttle, and their hostess had asked Mischa to pick up Norma.

    “You know how most men act in a women’s dress shop,” says Norma. “As if the cops were after them. Well, in walks this long, lean, lanky thing, looks calmly around and comes up to me.”

    “Are you Miss Tillman? I’m Mischa.”

    “And what am I supposed to do?”

    “Go to lunch with me at Tania Tuttle’s.”

    A few days later he phoned. “I’m Mischa. What are you doing Sunday?”

    “I have a date.”

    “I can offer you five. First, I’d like to take you to the tennis matches. From there I’d like to take you to lunch at the Brown Derby. From there I’d like to take you to a cocktail party. From there I’d like to take you to another cocktail party. From there I’d like to take you to dinner at a friend’s house. By that time maybe you’ll be able to tell if you like me.”

    She was startled, amused, curious to discover what lay behind this funny guy’s sad-looking eyes. When she found out and wrote her parents that she was about to marry a Russian actor, they wailed, “In a country full of Americans, why do you have to pick a barbarian?”

    “Tell ‘em that’s why,” counseled Mischa. “A barbarian you don’t pick up on every street corner.”

    Norma had been bred to the theory that you lived within your income, however small. At first Mischa’s lordly ways were beyond her. The sinister Orientals, which were all he could get to do, failed to cover the budget. With bill collectors at the door, Norma would wring her hands and weep.

    “What difference will it make a hundred years from now?” Mischa would yawn, and go to sleep. He wasn’t as imperturbable as he would have had it appear, but he had a perfect defense mechanism. When upset, he got sleepy. The moment he heard, and by some sixth sense recognized a collector’s ring, he’d tumble into bed and sleep like a fool.

    Little by little, she caught his spirit. He was always gay, she was always worried. Therefore, he must be right and she must be wrong. Besides, you had to live with Mischa as you found him or stop living with him and the latter thought never entered her head. Bill collectors and all, she was having more fun than she’d ever known life could offer.

With “My Man Godfrey”- and the now-famous gorilla act- came the turn in the tide. The Auers were pleased but not proud.

    “I signed a long-term contract with Universal today,” Mischa announced.

    “Well, don’t get any fancy ideas,” returned Norma. “You’ll be treated with the customary disrespect.”

    He doesn’t work at being a funny man. His humor is casual, carefree and unself-conscious and wells from a seemingly inexhaustible fount. He can do things with his face that would put a gargoyle to shame. Henry Koster was directing him in Universal’s “The Rage of Paris,” Danielle Darrieux’s first starring vehicle in America. He had to steel himself to watch one of Mischa’s close-ups.

    Take after take was ruined by his own ill-suppressed snorts of mirth. Finally in despair, he covered his face with his hands. “Do it yourself, Mischa. I won’t look.” But halfway through the take, he was peering like a fascinated child from between his fingers. “I have seen many actors do things,” he apologized, “but this is the first time I have seen a man turning his face inside out.”

    Mischa Auer’s mind is as facile as his features. As the Indian in “The Gay Desperado,” he had to streak, catfooted over a stretch of ground. The director, explaining the action, grew a little involved.

    “I want you to put the spirit of all the Aztecs into this. I want you to run like a mirage. No- wait a minute- a gazelle- that’s it. Run like a gazelle, Mischa.”

    “Male or female?” Mischa inquired patiently.

    One night he and his wife were driving home from the Cocoanut Grove. “Wish we could take a trip,” said Norma idly.

    In Mischa’s head something clicked. “We’re taking a trip.”

    “When?”

    “Soon as this picture’s finished.”

    “Where?” The words Normandie Avenue flashed by on a street sign. “Europe. On the Normandie.”

    And they did. It was a red-letter day for Mischa when they went down for their passports. He, the exile, the refugee, who’d never had anything but a Nansen passport, who’d spent three terror-stricken days on Ellis Island before the gates of America opened, was getting his first American passport. For once he lost his composure and, when they shoved the little book under his nose, he signed it: “Best wishes, Mischa Auer.”

    Curiously enough, it was Norma who had trouble in satisfying the authorities.

    “Nice business,” Norma grumbled. “You’re a foreigner, I’m an American- quarter Indian, to boot. So they send you sailing through and they hold me up.”

    “Very simple,” explained Mischa kindly, for the benefit of all who had ears. “It’s because I’m white.”

    Tony shows unmistakable evidence of being his father’s offspring. He, too, has a talent for slipping out from under. In a moment of stress, a certain invisible Bessie was conjured to the rescue. He was being reprimanded. “That wasn’t me who did it. That was Bessie.”

    “Bessie who?”

    “Bessie Purex.”

    “Where is she?”

    “There.” He waved into space.

    Thereafter, Tony became an angel of light; Bessie, the miscreant, shouldered his misdeeds. Then Bessie faded. “Went to Reno,” says Mischa. At four, Tony stands on his own feet. When he gets into trouble, he’s banished to the upper regions, known as Siberia. During his exile he becomes Siberia Sam. Mischa is rarely called on to play the heavy parent. “The role doesn’t suit me.” But Tony had acquired a habit of ordering people about and his father was elected to break it. He found Siberia Sam lying comfortably on his stomach, chin cupped in his palms.

    “So I give him this marvelous fatherly-advice speech, this man-to-man basis. ‘Let me hand you a tip, Tony. If you yell at people, they won’t like you. Be nice, and you’ll get more.’” 

    Carried away by his own eloquence, he went on and on. Tony watched him, transfixed. “I’m going over like a million dollars,” thought Mischa. At length he ran down. “Well, what do you think of it?”

    Tony spoke with finality. “I think nothing of it. Why do you make such funny faces?”

    Mischa’s idea of the good life is to live in the tropics on ten dollars a year and do his ape act on the waterfront for drinks. Not that he has any current complaints. He’s as gay as when the wolf howled at his door, but no gayer. He’ll concede that his present existence has its advantages. “For instance, we moved down to the beach. I left the house in the morning, got down to the beach house at night and there were my shaving things in the bathroom. Then I sensed my power. For the first time I felt like my grandfather. Boy, what a racket!”

    Universal loaned him to Columbia for the Capra production of “You Can’t Take It With You.” He felt at home with the screwball family created by George Kaufman and Moss Hart. Alice, youngest of the Sycamores, said of them: “I know they do rather strange things- I never know what to expect next- but they’re gay and they’re fun- I don’t know- there’s a kind of nobility about them. That may sound silly, but I mean- the way they just don’t care about things other people give their whole lives to.”

    We’ll waive the nobility, lest Mischa sue for libel. Just the same, he’s a Sycamore at heart.

#photoplay #photoplay magazine #mischa auer #old hollywood #1930s hollywood #1930s #classic comedy

[joz-yyh]

Jailhouse Rock - For DDZine2023

SUMMARY: Already strapped of their senses, Damian and Tardif are assigned a special mission by the heiress. Now in a town far away from home, a mix of self-sabotage and hilarity lands them behind bars and while the flagellant is excited by the prospect, the bounty hunter needs a bit more convincing. Purely a crack fic (with a dash of spice). Read at your own risk.

RATING: T (violence / suggestive themes / swearing / hints of DD2)

PAIRING: Bounty Hunter x Flagellant

WORD COUNT: 4,097

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A/N: So happy to have been able to take part in DD Art Zine 2023! Please go check out all the other great entries on the official website!!

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"This the place," Tardif asks his haggard companion, the pair walking through a treacherous mine of puddles plaguing the road.

"Think so," Damian replies loosely, appraising a signboard that reads, “The Crossings” that welcomes their arrival.

It was hard to see, especially with the gloomy conditions, a flash of lightning blazing across the night, illuminating the carved wood.

Judging by the skyline of shingled rooftops, the population was bigger than what they were used to, the modest accommodations of Hamlet easy enough to navigate around.

"Ye got the map don't ye," the bounty hunter grumbles, soured by the almost constant downpour of rain that had dampened their journey.

There was no use for a torch in such dreary weather, and though this town was advanced enough to offer enclosed street lamps, their weak gleam still struggles to survive the elements.

"What map," the flagellant remarks, a coyness that clearly shows he's probably misplaced it.

Tardif scoffs. The bastard is enjoying this, vexing him on purpose, doing everything he can to make it worse.

"Ye tellin' me ye lost the letter?"

Tardif must not have been thinking clearly (he really wasn't) to have left him in charge.

The heiress had sent them on this expedition just as soon as they returned from another, the brooding tactician unable to plan as he normally would, the stress threatening to consume his mind.

"Oh, the letter," enunciates the sing-songy voice, correcting his companion's word choice, "yes, I have it."

Damian slips scarred fingers into his robes, procuring the item in question for Tardif to see, the parchment erotically nestled around the grove of his inner thigh, no safer place for it.

"Good, make sure it stays that way," Tardif huffs, noting the sprinkle of droplets now darkening the paper.

"Of course," he concurs, putting it back in the same private quarters he found it.

Tardif's gaze lingers, watching it disappear back down the provocative sway of fabric. Stupid flagellant. Stupid weather. Stupid surprise mission.

He can never understand how he walks in these unbearable conditions. Even the bounty hunter's boots are soiled, almost soaked through, and Damian is traipsing around barefooted.

As they pass the wooden gates, the brute makes sure his steps are extra sloshy, splattering the flagellant with all the mud he can, trying not to think about the rain wreaking havoc on his armor, probably aiding in its rust.

The streets are almost barren thanks to the weather (still more lively than Hamlet's standards), but those who are out, braving the storm, address them with cold, judging stares.

A traveling mercenary and a flagellant are bound to stand out and Tardif admits he’d do the same towards any newcomers dressed as they are, but this curious speculation seems more odious than most.

"There! That's him," cries a balding innkeeper, pointing an accusing finger in their direction,

"Don't let him get away!'

Tardif is under the assumption the frantic loon of a man (his actions making Damian appear sane by comparison), might be insinuating him of all people, but that just couldn't be, wouldn't be possible.

As villainous a reputation as his mask bore, not even he could commit a crime that quickly.

The bounty hunter strides ahead, not about to involve himself in petty domestic affairs, having more important matters to attend to.

"My, they're quite friendly here, aren't they," the flagellant chirps in his partner's ear, smiling at the swarm of angry faces threatening bodily harm.

"Not everyone gets their rocks off from pain, ye know," Tardif gripes, almost slipping in muck.

"They should. The world might become a better place," the flagellant counters, imagining a bloody parade of devout apostles flogging in the streets.

The mercenary scoffs. For him maybe it would be, but Tardif isn't about to get sucked into an ideological debate.

"Where we goin' again," the bounty hunter asks, distracted by the mob at his back, mapping out an escape route just in case.

"The manor house," the hooded priest supplies, leading them toward the big white pillars in the distance.

Tardif sees it, doesn't like how much ick he'll have to trudge through to get there. Why do these wealthy types always have to live on a blasted hill?

"Right, knew that," the mercenary spits, his memory conveniently returned, "got sidetracked."

The holy man doesn't question him and despite their heated pace (he won't admit that he's been following Damian's lead), the throng of activists persist, nipping at their heels.

“Look, he's wearing the mask," spouts the persistent inquirer, leading the uproar, "it’s the same guy who beat me half to death!"

Whoever beat him over the head didn't do it hard enough. If they had, he'd be properly unconscious right now and Tadif wouldn't be dealing with this quagmire.

The huntsman flips through his mental lineup of bounties, revisiting old marks. He always remembers a face, especially when it concerns business and he does not, for the life of him, recognize this whackjob of a man.

"Someone you know," the flagellant teases.

"Ye think yer funny, don't ye," the bounty hunter gripes, side-eyeing him, not at all amused.

Damian grins, relishing the admission. "I do."

Judging by the uniforms assembling a perimeter ahead, the authorities have gotten involved, sealing off the road and dwindling their options for escape.

Shit.

"What do you suggest we do," the flagellant asks, hoping Tardif wouldn’t resort to mutiny.

As much as he would love to turn this into an all-out brawl, he reserves to be passive just this once (for Damian's sake).

"Just keep movin'. Follow my lead."

The bounty hunter tactfully steers them down a side alley, but before he can reach for the fuse of his flashbang, a shadow leaps out, subduing him from behind.

"Get yer bloody hands off me," the mercenary shouts, kicking and flailing with sharp jabs of his elbows.

It's not often Tardif comes across a thug more burly than himself, but he has to give the son of bitch credit, not many were ballsy enough to attempt a full nelson on a trained killer.

You'd think that Damian would do something to alleviate their current predicament, but the masochist is lost in a daze, the horde of townsfolk closing in.

"You thought you could rip me off,” the innkeep asserts, the first to arrive on the scene, spouting more slanderous drivel, “well tough shit. I know your name, Mack!"

"That ain't my damn name," Tardif snarls, resisting arrest, but despite his best efforts, his captor will not budge.

"You think I'm that stupid," his naysayer declares, getting in his face, "You want us to believe that there are a bunch of guys going around wearing the same mask as you?"

"They haven't got a name fer how stupid ye are," Tardif snarls under his breath, wanting to kick his ugly mug clean off.

Standing on his metaphorical soapbox, the alleged victim turns to his audience, pleading his case for all to hear. "Bastard would rather kill a man than pay for his tab! Stole my horse to make his getaway and now he’s back for more!"

The crowd murmurs, fear-mongering abound, the authorities seemingly convinced by this riling testimony.

This drunkard must have a personal vendetta against him. Why else incite the masses?

"And who's he supposed to be," the cue-ball with a ponytail demands, indicating Damian with an unimpressed sneer, "Your backup?"

"Damian, tell them," the bounty hunter growls, craning his neck towards the good for nothing flagellant who so far hasn't lifted a finger in his defense.

Finally, the priest snaps into action.

"No, wait," the hooded man intervenes, holding out a placating hand, stepping up to the front line, "You must take me too. I am his accomplice. We'll go quietly."

Tardif stares at him in disbelief, eyes as wide as saucers, too shocked to even breathe.

"Are ye mad," the mercenary barks, "Wot the hell are ye doin'?!"

Through the slits of his visor, Tardif watches on as the flagellant wrists are shackled by a group of lawmen, his deranged companion mouthing the words, "trust me."

Trust him?

Oh, no — they're not just screwed, they're utterly fucked.

The bounty hunter wilts, losing his will to fight back, the two heroes escorted to the nearest jail to await their completely fair and unbiased trial.

----

"Make yourselves at home," the warden tells them, unlocking Tardif's handcuffs through the bars, "you're going to be here awhile."

The bounty hunter rubs the life back into his wrists once he's free, remembering all the reasons why he hated being dressed in irons.

To his right, he listens, watching as Damian is released from his binds, the key making a distinct windup as it twists open.

This "jailer" of theirs seems to be a greenhorn by the looks of it, probably assigned to a task he's sorely unqualified for, simply filling in an empty post, and to top it all off, he's distracted. Tardif takes note of all these details. Especially, the fact of how incredibly tired the young man is, carrying the smell of drink and debt on him like cheap perfume.

Should be easy to manipulate if they play their cards right, Tardif assuming the part of a perfect inmate up until the guard removes himself from the room, blissfully out of sight.

Forget everything else, right now, all Tardif wants to do is to give that religious fool a piece of his mind.

"Some mister righteous, ye are," the huntsman barks, jabbing his companion's scarred chest with a reprimanding finger, "Aren't ye supposta seek truth and justice and all that?!"

"How else were we to sort this out," the flagellant reasons, gritting his teeth, "Do you want another parading around as you, branding you as a thief?"

"Coulda helped me beat them all up," the mercenary growls, pissed that things didn't go exactly that way, "coulda done our business n' left."

"I sorely doubt that. Given our apparent reputation, do you think the mayor would believe us? Any request we made would have been denied."

"Coulda shown them the letter," propounds the bounty hunter, but it seems Damian has a rebuttal for that too.

"It matters not. They were in no state to listen. Only our confession would have pacified them."

"That's bullshite speculation and ye know it."

The two continue to stare each other down, exchanging bluffs of opposition until the mercenary sighs in defeat. Arguing with his confounding logic was a waste of time.

"Make yerself useful and help me look fer a way out," Tardif grumbles, stepping away from their debate and toward where the bed and the wall meet.

Kneeling down, gloved hands pry at the straw lining the brick, testing for a weak spot while Damian drags his feet, meandering towards an alluring set of chains suspended along the adjacent wall.

He runs passionate fingers down the length of them, inspecting their quality, a delightfully wicked idea coming to mind for their use.

"Tardif," the flagellant calls softly, but the man in question pays him no mind.

"Tardif," he echoes again, a little louder this time, but still to no avail.

"TARDIF!"

Snarling, the bounty hunter drops what he's doing, standing to his full imposing height as he faces the holy man with murderous intent, "Wot the bloody hell do ye want?!"

"I got stuck," the flagellant replies simply, a finger indicating one of his wrists now manacled above his head

"Ye fuckin' idiot," the bounty hunter huffs, anger transforming into laughter, muffling the sound inside his glove.

"Aren't you going to come over here and untie me," the flagellant suggests, his voice an obvious lure to entice him closer.

With pouty lips, the kinky sidekick yanks on the chain to show the extent of his helplessness, selling it further, whimpering like a pathetic mutt.

Even as he approaches his prey, Tardif knows he's in for something dangerous. Damian was predictably unpredictable, but that's what he liked about him, the thrill of never knowing what to expect.

The mercenary glares at him, his helmet practically touching the skin of Damian’s crooked nose, daring him to try something as he reaches up to unlock the shackle pinning him in place.

Clack.

He shouldn't be surprised when his wrist is ensnared by the remaining metal clasp, now a twin to his partner, but he is.

"Wot the hell are ye doin," he grumbles, outraged that the deviant priest had bound him as well.

"Helping you focus," the flagellant grins, arching forward, brushing their lower halves together.

"Is that what ye call it," the bounty hunter snorts, not completely opposed to the compromising position they find themselves in.

The baggage of their last excursion still lingers, eating away at him, making him more baited than a pint of ale and he needs something to take the edge off.

"Mmmm-hmmm," the flagellant drawls, putting a knee in between Tardifs legs just a little too roughly, making the brute growl in warning.

The axeman pitches forward, catching himself with a leather glove against the wall. His breathing has turned heavy, this proximity tantalizing.

Should he play Damians game? It’s probably not the best idea to encourage him, but to see a man of Light, usually so demure, suddenly flaunt himself for the taking is an intriguing sight to behold.

Rather than reaching for a means to pick the lock, set himself free, the brute hooks his hand around the sash of his partner’s waist.

"That's it," the flagellant goads him, a bandaged calve wrapping itself around his partner’s belt,

"I'll make it easy for you."

"Coulda done this back home," comes his chastising remark, but his voice is winded, defeated.

"But we're not at home," the priest purrs, adding the other leg, squeezing the bounty hunter with both, bringing him flush, "Are you really going to wait? Wouldn't you rather punish me now?”

Tardif scoffs indignantly, rolling his eyes, "'course yer turned on. Startin' to think ye had somethin' to do wit' all this."

"Please, I am just as innocent as you are,” Damian tells him, a coy little smirk working it’s way onto his lips, spelling trouble, “but seeing as we're both stranded here, shouldn't we seize the opportunity?"

"Should be workin' on an escape plan,” the mercenary sighs, reiterating their priorities, pliant to the solicitation despite his words.

"I assure you, I am working on one right now," he says, using his free hand to pull down the brute’s cowl. He does so with languid movements, allowing the bounty hunter time to intervene if he so desires.

He doesn’t.

Breath a heated temptation between them, Damian leans forward, connecting their mouths.

The brute presses back the moment he does, hard enough to force his partner’s head back into the brick, a noticeable impact, the masochist groaning into their kiss.

Lucky for them, their unassuming bailiff returns just in time to spy the nefarious plot taking root.

"Hey! Knock it off," he calls, banging on the bars, trying to dissuade the prisoners from their suspicious proclivities.

“Should we stop,” Damian asks in a hushed whisper, training his peripheral vision on their irked overseer.

“Not until he opens the lock,” the bounty hunter whispers against parted lips.

“Hmm, I don't think I want him to,” the flagellant chuckles, the sound rumbling in his throat, his scarred mouth pulled into a smile.

A crimson hand tangled in the fabric of his partner's cowl, Damian pulls him back in for another round of vicious kisses. Tardif worries for his disguise, thinking his lover might rip it to shreds if he's not careful, but then again, that seems secondary to the rampant stroke of their tongues.

With the two troublemakers keen on defying orders, the jailer fumbles with his keys, trying to open the cell door before their undulation escalates any further.

“Move on my signal,” the bounty hunter tells him, resisting the tug of arousal.

“Now,” the flagellant gasps as their cell creeks open.

“Now."

BOOOOOOOM !!

Just as Tardif gives the word, an explosion of stone follows, disorienting clouds of dust and debris piling into the room, the very foundation around them rattled to its core.

As the rubble settles, the blunt head of a battering ram can be seen breaching the side of the building, demolishing metal and brick, creating a sizable hole.

"Someone call for backup," Barristan says through the fog, resting his mace upon his shoulder, his pose statuesque.

Boudica's fierce silhouette cuts in after him, occupying the space beside the old man with a powerful howl, "KREEEE-YAAAAAA! What a rush!”

The jailman is stunned, realizing with abject horror these unpredictable events were above his pay grade. “This is crazy,” he shrieks before running off, seeking reinforcements.

"I'll go silence our whistleblower," deems the soldier, stepping down from the dock, off to fulfill his duty.

"You sure you're fast enough, *skilpadda," Boudica taunts, chaos still ringing in her decorated ears.

The man at arms laughs, loud and hearty. "Been hunting down stragglers long before your time, girl. Just watch me!"

His weapon crackling to life, electrifying his mustache, the veteran takes off with a speed that invigorates his age and the hefty armor plate he bears.

“Damian, tell me I am dreamin',” Tardif grumbles, fearing he'd finally lost himself to delusion.

“You're definitely not,” he assures, just as surprised, "that was quite the signal you gave. You must teach it to me."

Tardif snorts, his attention divided, eyes landing on the prostrate lump by the hellgirl's feet, "Must be dreamin'. That sad bastard looks like me."

“Yes, I can see him too,” the flagellant nods, the impersonator clad in a near-perfect rendition of his costume.

Must be none other than his evil half, the cheapskate doppelganger that the inkeep was yacking on and on about.

“We ran into him on our way here,” Boudica informs them, kicking the fraud’s unconscious body off the wooden slab, “Thought he was you. Convinced him to tell us everything.”

Well, that’s one mystery solved.

"Tolda ya that wasn't me,” the brute says under his breath, just loud enough for his partner to hear, fearing the same tragic fate, “I never woulda talked.”

The morbid priest seems to agree, despite the palpable sweat breaking out under Tardif’s gear.

As the imposter's listless bulk rolls into the cell, sandals stomp onto his backside, the female barbarian asserting her dominance, both Damian and Tardif flinching as she approaches them next.

"I should gut you *svín where you stand,” she says, a harsh grimace, reaping their punishment.

"Not my fault the bloody flagellant got us thrown in here," Tardif spits, impressing all his weight against the man in question, putting as much distance between him and the hellion as possible.

Hands on her hips, Boudica throws her head back and laughs, one loud booming crack, "Ha! All you *fífl managed to do was make a mess of everything."

“What of the mission,” the flagellant asks, poking his head out, goal-oriented despite the circumstances, “Were you able to talk terms?”

“Barristan bartered for supplies. A steep price considering the damages.”

“Wot damage,” the bounty hunter growls, brows knotted in anger for being framed for yet another scandal.

The hellion smirks, gesturing her fur fisticuffs at the destruction all around them, “this damage.”

Done with her lengthy exposition, the braided woman takes up her glaive, both men shirking away, intimidated by what she intends to do with it.

"Don't move," she advises, aiming for their chains.

It’s not often Tardif seeks the Light’s protection, but he closes his eyes and prays, staying stock still until he and Damian are liberated from their restraints.

“AAAKLYORAAAHHH,” the exiled warrior cries, severing the links with a barbaric yap.

The bounty hunter exhumes the stale breath in his lungs, patting himself down from the spark of adrenaline, accounting for all his limbs while Damian seems disappointed with the lack of amputation.

"What are you waiting for,” Boudica calls, already boarding their ride home, “I need you to drive.”

Damian and Tardif make no effort to move, but for very different reasons.

One man has grown attached to their surroundings and wants to stay.

The other is still too awed by the bizarre string of circumstances, lacking the coherence to act on her command.

Boudica's dark chestnut eyes narrow, the grip on her weapon tightening, incensed by their goosenecking.

"Board the getaway wagon right now," the valkyrie warns, her dark lips curling around a snarl, "or I will feast upon your *böllur."

This proves to be quite the persuasive technique, the boys jumping onto the wheeled contraption to save themselves from the hack of her blade.

----

It’s sunset by the time they report back to the heir's estate, the overcast conveniently clear.

Barristan, Damian, Tardif, and Boudica are lined up before the antique desk of their employer's office, their formation serving a higher purpose. It was a rarity in itself to come face to face with their mysterious benefactor, a clear indication of how badly the two degenerates wedged in the center had failed in their duties.

The heiress sets down her reading glasses, finished with the neighboring correspondence, her mouth set into a grim line.

"Do you have anything to say in your defense," she prompts, a forced air of stately composure. Tardif takes the opportunity to size her up, noting how she appears older, matronly despite her youth, how she continues to stare behind heavy eye makeup, awaiting an explanation from him.

He speaks bluntly.

"Sorry, Damian got horny and fucked everythin' up," he shrugs, trying to get a rise out of her ashen face, "Ye should punish him, he likes it when ye do that. I ain't takin' none of the blame."

Damian turns to his partner, astounded by this callous declaration, his scarred mouth opening to protest.

With a fist around his collar, Boufica swiftly reins him back in, suffocating his response.

"Oh, you won't be going anywhere,” the regal woman declares, expression stern and unreadable.

"Wot," the bounty hunter deadpans, his temper ignited. Aristocracy be damned, he’s not about to let anyone push him around, regardless of what their signed contract says.

The heiress stands, fully clad in gothic ruffles, lacey stockings and gloves to match.

"You two will be staying here with me in the manor,” she portends, boots clacking on the wood as she circles around to face them, “waiting on me hand and foot, tending to my every whim."

She swipes her dainty finger along the desk, rubbing away the film of dust between her thumb.

"Yer jokin’," Tardif wagers, attempting to call her bluff, but she merely smirks.

"On the contrary. Consider it a training exercise," the heiress drawls, velvet hat and veil unable to hide her glee, "Boudica, please show them their uniforms."

The hellion is more than happy to oblige. She hands the second hanger to Barristan, the garment clearly meant for Damian, its contents hidden beneath a stark white sheet.

The two corroborating warriors synchronize the unveiling, lifting up the cover in a flute of effervescent surprise. There, in black and white, was a pair of objectionable high-skirted, degrading poofy-sleeved, bow-in-the back maid outfits.

Tardif thinks now is a good time to shrivel up and die.

Damian, on the other hand, seems thrilled.

"Over my dead body. I ain't wearin' that."

"Yes, you are," the group vouches, their voices meeting unanimously.

Tardif heats up under his helmet, underestimating his popularity. It's a complicated emotion, one part ego boost, one part crippling emasculation to know that everyone in the room wants to see him dressed up in such servile fashion trends.

At least he'll witness Damian in one of these frilly things too, splitting the shame, (if the masochist would even consider it that). Still, the mercenary would have preferred an ensemble that came with a pair of britches instead.

"The mask stays on," the brute stipulates, snatching the dress out of Boudica's hands while the hellgirl snickers at his misfortune.

"A small price to pay,” the patron lady permits, sending both Boudica and Barristan along with them to the fitting rooms to assure their compliance.

As the heir eagerly awaits their return, she rifles through a bucket list of chores. Perhaps, scrubbing the floor on their hands and knees to start with, then running her a nice hot bath before finally preparing her a candlelight dinner.

Who's to say what will happen in between, but the night will end with them tucking her into bed, wishing her goodnight with a doting peck on each curve of her rosy cheeks.

{Finis}

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(*Rough translation notes for Boudica's Old Norse tongue: skilpadda = turtle / svín = swine / fífl = idiots / böllur = balls)

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Forex slippage can also occur on normal stop losses whereby the stop loss level cannot be honored. There are however “guaranteed stop losses” which differ from normal stop losses. Guaranteed stop losses will be honored at the specified level and filled by the broker no matter what the circumstances in the underlying market. Essentially, the broker will take on any loss that may have resulted from slippage. This being said, guaranteed stops generally come with a premium charge if they are triggered.

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Under normal market conditions, the more liquid currency pairs will be less prone to slippage like the EUR/USD and USD/JPY. Although, when markets are volatile, like before and during an important data release, even these liquid currency pairs can be prone to slippage.

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So I've been thinking about this for a long time, and for whatever reason, now seems like a good time to finally start writing a story of mine in a public setting.

Lassies, Laddies, and Lassens, I give to you the Saga of Amon Seign and the Zakrat! This story takes place both in our current day world and on the world of Zevel, a place that is quite similar to our own, yet is filled with magic and magical creatures. However, this ain't your normal high-fantasy and sci-fi setting, no no no... Instead, Amon Seign has something of a unique connection with our world, being that it possesses the ability to create gateways from its world to our world, and has been doing so for the last 5,000 years. In that time, Amon Seign has always maintained a strict policy of keeping their presence unknown to the population of Earth, blending in and infiltrating nearly every civilization on the planet to have a nearly constant stream of information on human activity in the world. Yet, Amon Seign is a country that is full of emotion and full of dreamers of a better world, as such, they are swayed heavily by the suffering of other people and the desire to preserve cultures and peoples that may be lost in our world. It is with that in mind that Amon Seign established the Enclave System, wherein people from our world on the verge of extinction, genocide, massacre, etc., would be saved from their fate to live out their lives and prosper in Zevel. It is through this system that people like Jews, Taínos, Wu Hus, Congolese, Armenians, Ezidis, and many dozens of other people have been able to escape what was a terrible fate and grew their culture completely safe from the persecutions that they subjected to. In the current day, these people, who were on the brink of destruction, now number in the hundreds of millions combined.

All of these people live under the protection of the Faisaldom of Amon Seign. Taken from the Arabic word for a "Decisive Ruler", a Faisal is what would have happened if the Enlightened Absolute Monarch idea came to people 5,000 years early. The Faisal of Amon Seign is the absolute ruler of the country with their authority being second to none. However, the Faisal is supposed to take care of their citizens in a manner that makes them connected with their people and allows for a far more just society than one might imagine. It also helps that within Seignian Law, there is no charge for rebellion, meaning that similar to the German legal system, should the Faisal oppress their people, the people have the legal right to rebel and depose the Faisal. It is fortunate, then, that throughout Seignian history, the Faisal has only been deposed a handful of times, only to be replaced by a different family member of the same family. That family is that of Blackhearts, and despite their name, they have, generally, been quite kind people and rulers, with the latest Faisal, Sebastian, being an avowed pacifist and following through on his principles and dismantling most of the Seignian Military except for some ceremonial units and a part of the Aerial Forces, which his children and grandchildren are intimately involved in developing.

Amon Seign is by and large the supreme power in the world of Zevel, having conquered the majority of the planet through both arms and diplomacy, and most places not controlled by them are instead under their suzerainty. Interestingly enough, these vassal states are made up of particular groups from Earth which Amon Seign has used as a sort of pre-conditioned soldiery for the areas that were conquered. For example, in the northern part of the continent, the Seignian forces used Gothic, Visigothic, and Nordic refugees that were already accustomed to winter war to quickly conquer the northern lands. On the home continent of Amon Seign, the Faisaldom is surrounded on on sides by large vassal states that are made up of various groups from Earth. In the north, Gothic, Visigothic, and Nordic peoples rule over the Kingdom of Reitgotland. To the east, Ezidi and Kurdish people rule the Kurdish Republic. To the southwest, Ikko Ikki adherents rule over a revived Ikko Ikki Monastic order, while to the southeast, survivors of the Miao Rebellions rule over the United Jiuli. To the upper southwest, Native American nations of both the plains and the coast rule over the United Nations Confederacy (much to the confusion of the Earth United Nations), and in the lower northwest, the Herero and Namaqua peoples rule over the United Kingdom of the Herero and Namaqua (Again, much to the confusion of the United Kingdom of Earth). Each of these nations swore fealty to Amon Seign to preserve and protect the Faisaldom and to stay in a pact of mutual defense and economic goodwill.

However, within Zevel, there are two nations that are part of what could be called the "free nations", of Zevel, which never swore that fealty. The first and original of these nations is the Republic of the Arashii-Kai, a pirate republic spanning a large island chain in the northern part of the world and several smaller island chains throughout the rest of the world. Thanks to Amon Seign's lackluster navy, the Arashii-Kai have been able to maintain their independence from Amon Seign, in spite of numerous attempts to stem it. The other nation to be considered a "free nation" is the United Workers' Communes of Southern Amon Seign. As could be guessed by their name, they are a sizable nation, comprising one-eighth of Amon Seign's original borders in the southeast of the country. What could also be guessed by their name is the fact that they are no friends of capitalists, but instead are made up of various socialist and anarchist citizens who were shunned by capitalists, fascists, and state socialists alike. The Communards were given their lands in an extraordinary peace agreement with Faisal Sebastian who stayed true to his pacifistic principles and prevented a general leftist uprising while also creating a socialist state in the middle of his country.

Amon Seign has been at peace for many years, and has not seen a major war since the great Final Conquest of the Ravensbruch Alliance in the southern part of the country nearly 300 years ago. Yet, the winds of war are howling loud for this seemingly peaceful nation. The Zakrat, who have been the constant ally of the Seignians since their inception, have sparked a civil war within their ranks, turning the once peaceful lands of Amon Seign into a battlefield for their ideologies. Worse yet is that there seems to be yet another force operating in the shadows as well, that is neither Seignian or Zakrat that seeks both of their destructions. Whatever is the case, Amon Seign, The Great City, will stand tall in the face of this danger. It will not falter in its ideals, nor will she fail her people. She will persevere through this conflict and come out stronger than ever before. For Amon Seign! For the Light! For the People!

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My Shadow

This is a short story/creepy pasta I wrote based on the traits of the Jeff the Killer types of stories. I also just wanted to try my hand at actually writing since I wanna improve my writing skills so instead of it just wasting away on my pc I decided to post this. So yeah, uhhhhh enjoy my crappy attempt at writing something half decent with the JtK format. Also the images at the bottom are pulled from Picrew, they are not hand drawn by me. I just didn't have time to draw these characters before posting. Also trigger warning I guess for a dark story that does include some child not so happy situations and, as the format of JtK suggests, there is murd3r in this. (idk if tumblr is super ok with those kinds of words yet lolz) So yeah! enjoy this cringy story!

Normally monsters are big, scary creatures with long teeth and sharp claws. Horns and fur and wings. However….. sometimes monsters don’t look like that. Sometimes monsters can blend into society. Sometimes monsters can look like you and me. Sometimes monsters can reside within us. 

This is my story. A retelling of sorts that my therapist suggested I do to talk about my feelings and what led me to be here…. In a mental facility/prison. 

I have a medical condition called DID. Also known as Dissociative Identity Disorder. It’s the modern day term for a split personality. How this happened is unclear however my doctor thinks it started back when I was a kid, so I guess that’s where I will start too. 

I was never the brightest kid. Got picked on in school, had about a C or a B average. And never really had the best home life. My mother was an alcoholic and substance abuser. I never knew my father. You see I was a one night stand baby. And you might be able to see where this is headed. My mother always had a new guy over every week. Sometimes multiple a week. She was selling her body to pay for basic things. Fortunately my grandfather would come by to help take care of me when I was a baby and toddler since she never made a whole lot. 

Up until I was about 10 years old this continued. I always saw strange men in the house, my mother was never really coherent enough to take proper care of me, and my grandfather would sometimes teach me how to take a bath or make some toast so I could do things by myself when mother wasn’t home. 

Now my grandfather was quite an older man. When I was 10 he was 87. He passed away from a stroke in his sleep. It was so traumatizing for me as a kid cause he was the only real support I had in my life that wasn’t always flickering. My mother was never really a bad mother. Just…. Missguided by her substance abuse. 

Sure she would throw things if she got angry, or blow puffs of smoke into my face, and on the rare occasion she would verbally harass me if I was too loud coming home from school and she had a hangover. The real harm came from the men she brought home to do business with. 

Most of them were very big muscular guys. Some brought guns, some brought drugs and alcohol. All of them hated me. They hated that I even existed. When mother had men over I would lock myself in the bathroom and play the radio to drown out their sounds. Sometimes the men would need to use the bathroom and get angry at me for locking it up. 

Other times if the men saw me, they would abuse me in both physical and psychological ways. Some of them even sexually assaulted me. And it was constant. Every time a man came over and I was seen, all hell would break loose. They didn’t want their living sex doll having a child around. 

Once I reached age 13 however, things changed a bit. I was taking care of myself more at this point. Cooking for myself, doing the laundry and things of that nature. The men would come over a lot more often since they didn’t get scared away by the idea of a toddler or child in the house anymore. Now I was practically a teenager and my mom could charge more for having me…. Join their antics. 

I don’t blame her. She was under the influence that those demon of substances can cause in people who become dependant on it. I just wish things could have been a lot different. 

This is kinda where the DID comes into play. Sometime after my grandfather died, and age 13, I developed a coping mechanism of sorts. My brain would shut off, and a new person would take over my body while these things were happening so that I eventually wouldn’t have to feel the pain anymore. I dubbed them my shadow since they only ever came out when I was scared or knew the men would be coming over. 

As kids do, I also kept a journal, like the one I’m writing now. Though sometimes pages I don’t remember writing would show up. The writing was messy and scratchy, yet still legible. It seemed that Shadow was the one who would write these after the encounters with men. 

Shadow would write about how it hurt when they touched them and how they felt gross all the time. Thankful for the freedom from a physical body when I was in control. At times I felt bad for this creature who was sharing my skin. I knew the pain they felt since it had happened to me before shadow came to be, however I felt like I shouldn’t try and stop them from taking over when those bad times happened since I was scared to face them myself. 

As the years went on, shadow became more… uncontrollable. They would suddenly take over any time I felt any stress of some kind, leading me to be kicked out of school for the actions shadow would do. Based on the records, it seemed that shadow would attack any adult male in the vicinity and also throw cuss words at the adult females. 

I did go to the doctor on police request after they had escorted me off school property for the last time, however that doctor just threw meds at me and said “bye”. So I never really got treated. Things continued like this until one day, shadow wouldn’t come back. I don’t know how long I was out for, as I never remember what happens when shadow takes over, however I just remember feeling like something wasn’t right when I returned. 

What I returned to, days later according to my moms phone, was a bloody mess. A man had come over a few days before, and thus shadow took over. From the journal it seemed like shadow had enough of the torture and hated whomever was the other soul in this body for making them go through such terrible things. Shadow has killed the man, and my mother when she tried to stop shadow from attacking him. 

Every day for those few days I was out of it, a new man was scheduled to show up and shadow killed them as well. So when I woke up, a good 4 or 5 bodies had piled up in our little apartment at this point. The smell was unbearable and I threw up on the spot. Someone else in the apartment building reported the smell and police arrived a few hours after I had come to. I was thankful they had showed up since I was so traumatized by the scene in front of me I couldn’t speak. 

The police took me into custody and interrogated me for hours. They found my journal, and the fact I was covered in blood and vomit didn’t help them in not suspecting me. Since I was 13 at the time, they couldn’t really throw me in prison for the murders of my mother and those men. However they did send me to juvie and I was finally looked at properly by a competent doctor. 

As I aged I grew out of juvie and into the adult correctional system. Still going to therapy and taking medications though. It took a lot of work, however shadow never comes out anymore. At least when I’m awake anyway. Sometimes shadow will come out when I’m sleeping and write things down about how they hate me still even though the torment is over. 

I’m not 23 and living a relatively normal life. For someone who’s in a mental institution and prison that is. I’ll never be allowed to be released since unless I constantly take my meds and am under supervision, shadow may come back when I get scared and could go on a rampage again. 

I don’t mind that quite so much…. It’s safe here and my therapist actually cares about me. I’ve taken up drawing in my time at this facility so I’ll attach a few drawings I have done of myself and what I believe shadow looks like as well. We are two separate individuals after all. 

So I guess that’s where the story ends? This story may have been a bit rambly cause it’s all from memory and most of this stuff happened 10+ years ago. I guess thanks for reading of you get this far? I honestly don’t know why my therapist wants me to write this… 

Myself:

My depiction of Shadow:

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[stingtalegeorgiathompson]

Who goes there - The thing

A group of American researchers, isolated in their scientific station in Antarctica by the nearly-ended winter, discover an alien spaceship buried in the ice, where it crashed twenty million years before. They try to thaw the inside of the spacecraft with a thermite charge, but end up accidentally destroying it when the ship's magnesium hull is ignited by the charge. However, they do recover an alien creature from the ancient ice, which the researchers believe was searching for heat when it was frozen. Thawing revives the alien, a being which can assume the shape, memories, and personality of any living thing it devours, while maintaining its original body mass for further reproduction. Unknown to them, the alien immediately kills and then imitates the crew's physicist, a man named Connant; with some 90 pounds of its matter left over it tries to become a sled dog. The crew discovers the dog-Thing and kill it in the process of transformation. Pathologist Blair, who had lobbied for thawing the Thing, goes insane with paranoia and guilt, vowing to kill everyone at the base in order to save mankind; he is isolated within a locked cabin at their outpost. Connant is also isolated as a precaution and a "rule-of-four" is initiated in which all personnel must remain under the close scrutiny of three others.

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Everyone suspects each other by now but must stay together for safety, deciding who will take turns sleeping and standing watch. Tensions mount and some men begin to go mad thinking that they are already the last human or wondering if they would even know if they were not human any longer. Ultimately, Kinner, the cook, is murdered and accidentally revealed to be a Thing. McReady realizes that even small pieces of the creature will behave as independent organisms. He then uses this fact to test which men have been "converted" by taking blood samples from everyone and dipping a heated wire in the vial of blood. Each man's blood is tested, one at a time, and the donor is immediately killed if his blood recoils from the wire; fourteen men in all, including Connant and Garry, are revealed to be Things. The remaining men go to test the isolated Blair and on the way see the first albatross of the Antarctic spring flying overhead; they shoot the bird to prevent a Thing from infecting it and flying to civilization.

When they reach Blair's cabin, they discover that he is a Thing. They realize that it has been left to its own devices for a week, coming and going as it pleased as it is able to squeeze under doors by transforming itself. With the creatures inside the base destroyed, McReady and two others enter the cabin to kill the Thing that was once Blair. McReady forces it out into the snow and destroys it with a blowtorch. Afterwards the trio discover that the Thing was dangerously close to finishing the construction of a nuclear-powered anti-gravity device that would have allowed it to escape to the outside world.

[richardsmcconnell3]

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Time for your daily dose of a new AU!

Seven Deadly Sins AU, except with a twist!

There is a group known as the Seven Sins, most commonly known as the “Seven”. The Seven are immortal beings that can only exist with a Charge, whom is essentially a Mortal who allows a Sin to connect with it’s Core. A Sin cannot survive without a Charge. Charges, in return, get cool powers and features that resemble the Sin they are a Charge for.

Sins:    J. Schlatt: Sin of Greed    Wilbur Soot: Sin of Gluttony    Philza Craft: Sin of Wrath    Technoblade: Sin of Pride    Dream Westaken: Sin of Envy    Bad Halo: Sin of Sloth    Quackity: Sin of Lust

Charges:    Tubbo Underwood-Sparklez: Charge of Greed. Explosive powers and Ram Features    Tommy Innit: Charge of Gluttony. Fire Powers and Avian Features    Kristen Trixian: Charge of Wrath. Deathly Abilities and Avian Features    Purpled Merc: Charge of Pride. Invisibility/Strength powers and Boar Features    Ranboo Beloved: Charge of Envy. Teleportation/Telekenisi Powers and Ender Features.    Skeppy Gem: Charge of Sloth. Crystallization Powers and Diamond Features    Charlie Slimecicle: Charge of Lust. Goop Powers and Slime Features.

Relationships between a Charge and their Sins can be platonic or romantic. Only two romantic relationships have been pursued between a Charge and a Sin, most notably between Philza and Ms. Trixian. As well as Wilbur and the late Sally, the deceased Charge of Gluttony. No one has any idea wtf is happening between Bad and Skeppy, but they’re just vibing.

#only Philza and Wilbur are related #all charges are able to live their normal lives under the conditions #that they are to return every now and again to the Sin #most honestly just go live with the Seven and just vibe there #being a charge is kinda like being an unpaid intern sksksk #except well I guess they get powers and stuff #mcyt #dreamsmp #dsmp #knoxtalks #knoxau #The Seven AU #jschlatt #wilbur soot #philza #technoblade #dreamwastaken #badboyhalo #quackity #tubbo #tommyinnit #mumza #purpled #ranboo #skeppy #charlie slimecicle

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pokemon type traits that have the ability to pass on to humans

water - they usually sport gills, but scales are also common. some get sharp teeth or webbed hands and feet, but that’s rarer. second, clear set of eyelids over eyes to protect from salt or chlorine damage. most have really smooth skin and hair but they need to drink a lot of water or else they’ll dry out :(

fire - they have incredible heat tolerance, especially in the extremities (to the level of “pull a pan out of the oven bare-handed”) and dislike of the cold. run naturally very hot, upwards of two or three degrees above normal. never get burnt no matter how long they spend in the sun

grass - they really do grow faster if you talk to them when they’re kids. some of them have green hair, which is caused by high concentrations of chlorophyll in the keratin cells. they can generally photosynthesize but they can’t actually live off it, it sort of just gives them an energy boost

electric - their bodies are capable of storing much more static electricity than an ordinary person, so much so that some of them can charge electronics by holding them. strands of their hair can carry currents, making them functional wires (this isn’t very common, though)

bug - many have the ability to echolocate, though if you asked them how they do it they wouldn’t be able to tell you. some have sticky skin or iridescent hair, and very rarely can have pseudo-compound eyes. psychologically are incredibly predisposed to living/working in groups rather than in solitude

ice - they have incredible cold tolerance, especially in the extremities (to the level of “dip your hands in liquid nitrogen”) and dislike of the heat. run naturally very cold, but they’re able to regulate their own body temperature much more effectively than others can. frequently found with ice crystals in their hair

ground - their bone structure is incredibly dense, making them much heavier than they look like they should be. prefer salty and crunchy things. they’re very hardy and can withstand a lot, both in terms of injury and in terms of unfavorable conditions, but they tend to have dry skin and stiff joints

poison - their blood is incredibly toxic, despite scientifically not seeming to contain any foreign contaminants. they have iron stomachs and immune systems like concrete walls, and many can burn holes through porous materials like fabric or wood with only their saliva

steel - they have incredibly durable skin that can withstand extensive damage without breaking, bruising or burning. many of them are slightly magnetic. keratin structures (hair, fingernails, tooth enamel) are all extremely strong and far less brittle than that of an ordinary human

flying - their naturally honed reflexes result in noticeable increased agility. can’t actually fly (per se) but generally are able to tolerate high altitudes for far longer than the average human. can also whistle incredibly loud, hold their breath for upwards of seven minutes, and occasionally pull off extremely high jumps

dark - all have extremely specialized night vision, including tapetum lucidum and very elastic pupils (think cat or reptile eyes). many are equipped with fangs or claws, but both are usually unretractable. some are followed by too-dark shadows or look different under moonlight

psychic - hopefully self explanatory, but the actual range of abilities vary. most have either some type of telekinesis or some type of telepathy (a small percentage have both) and a select few have the ability to induce sleep/hypnosis or even intercept visions of the future

ghost - also hopefully self-explanatory, but the level of receptivity to spiritual activity can also vary wildly, ranging from “being particularly likable to ghost type pokemon” to the ability to see, speak to, and interact with fully-formed human apparitions to actually being a ghost themself

rock - similar to ground types, their bone structure is also very dense. several features can appear abiotic in origin, like a feldspar tongue or silver teeth or eyes like cut gemstones. some of them are sensitive to the planet’s magnetic field, giving them excellent senses of direction

fighting - they generally have enhanced speed and strength, often at odds with their actual appearance. they have very high levels of physical endurance and can go for days without sleep, but have very fast metabolisms. high awareness of their own body results in perfect balance and perfect hand-eye coordination

dragon - most are found with scales covering some portion of their skin, ranging from small patches to entire limbs. some observe growth of fangs or horns, but neither ever get particularly large. many exhibit vaguely reptilian traits, such as long tongues or (relatively) cold blood

fairy - their hair often seems to move around by itself, and they’ll often leave smudges of a glitter-like substance on surfaces they touch. large eyes and beautiful singing voices. they’re very conflict-avoidant and their lifespans can exceed others’ by forty-something years

normal - they’re as close to a “regular human” as we would understand, but many of them do have severely diluted traits from other types. generally are found to have thicker/coarser hair and higher tolerance for bright light/loud noise, and are often naturally very flexible

#pkmn #sorry i wanted to like. get all my ideas down SOMEWHERE

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First off I love your Miraculous Ladybug fics. Also I don't know if you are a Black Butler fan or not. But if you are could you please do a fic where Lila causes a that destroys Marinette's home/bakery, which kills Marinette's parents and severely injures Marinette. While in the hospital recovering Roland finds out what Lila did and talks with Gina, both recently have been diagnosed with cancer and want to make sure Marinette is taken care of when they die. Gina or Roland remember a story told to them by a descendant of the Phantomhive servants (In this fic it follows season 2 with Sebastian being able to get Ciel's memories back before Claude tried to brainwash him and was able to eat Ciel's soul) (either from when Gina was in traveling in England or someone who Roland's father knew during WWII) about a demon who acted like a caretaker for a child in the late 1800's. They both decide to sacrifice themselves so Marinette can be cared for. One summons Sebastian the other summons Claude. The terms of the contract are simple, in exchange for eating the soul of the person who summoned their specific demon the summoned demon would care for Marinette, act as her guardian, help her achieve her dreams, and care for her, her husband and their children until Marinette passes away from old age. The contract is accepted with both demons. While caring for Marinette it becomes sort of a contest between the two demons of them trying to out do each other in different ways (if Claude gets her multiple roles of different color spider silk fabric, Sebastian "accidentally" gets Marinette introduced to several high ranking nobles ["Hello, my ancestor worked for your ancestor's peer. What a small world. Might I introduce you to my ward?"] that become her clients. Due to the two demons' shenanigans Lila gets exposed, the Butterfly and Peacock are recovered, Adrien's mother is awakened, Marinette gets some real friends (Will, Ronald, Grell, and the Undertaker got reincarnated and regain their memories after a while) and falls in love with her future husband (either Will, Ronald, or the Undertaker. The only reason I don't do this fic myself is I can't write Black Butler characters even though it's one of my favorite animes.

Sorry this took so long, I wanted to try my best to make the characters accurate, so I had to rewatch some of the show. I hope I did good, but I am pretty rusty, writing these characters. But I tried my best! Hope you like it!

Lila was getting more and more dangerous. She didn't just want to ruin Marinette's social life anymore. Now she wanted to ruin her entire life, or even end it. One night, when everyone was asleep, Lila broke into the bakery and started a fire. She made sure that it would spread to the upper floors and then she raced from the building before she was spotted.

The fire spread quickly and soon the entire building, bakery and the apartment were completely engulfed. Marinette woke up to the smell of smoke and Tikki yelling in her ear. Despite the kwami screaming at her to leave the apartment, Marinette raced down to her parents room, to see if they had gotten out, but the door was blocked by debris falling from the ceiling. The thick black smoke was choking Marinette as she tried in vain to get to her parents. By the time Tikki managed to convince Marinette that they had to leave, Marinette was severely burned on her arms, legs, and back. As she blindly felt her way to the exit, a now exposed wooden beam in the ceiling, came crashing down, landing on Marinette's legs. With her legs pinned and unable to move, Marinette passed out. Thankfully firefighters had already been called and pulled Marinette from the flames before it was too late. On lookers from the neighborhood watched in horror as the bakery went up in flames. Once the fire was put out and Marinette was sent to the closest hospital, the firefighters went into the apartment and found Tom and Sabine. They had died in their room, unable to get out because of the debris blocking their door.

The next morning, the whole city seemed to be grieving. Tom and Sabine were well loved people in the city and everyone was distraught over the loss. But no one was more distraught than Marinette and her grandparents. Roland and Gina heard about the fire early that morning and were horrified to learn that Tom and Sabine were gone. But their one piece of solace was that Marinette had survived. They both raced to the hospital and comforted their granddaughter. But they had a bigger problem. Both Gina and Roland were getting older, now both in their late 80's. Both of them also had several severe health conditions and likely wouldn't be around for much longer as it is. And then who would take care of Marinette? That is when Gina remembered a story she had heard when she was in England. A story of two boys in the Victorian era who had made deals with demons, and those demons took care of the boys. Soon after, both boys' souls were eaten by their respective demons. As much as Gina and Roland didn't want to leave Marinette, they thought that this was the best thing for her. The only way to know that she would truly be cared for.

That night, after they left the hospital, they summoned the demons the same way as in the story Gina heard. The room became dark with shadow and two voices spoke from the darkness, asking the two elderly people why they had been summoned. "We summoned you to make a deal. Our granddaughter has recently lost her parents and we likely will not be around much longer as it is. We heard stories about how you two cared for two boys in the Victorian era in exchange for their respective souls. In exchange for our souls, we want you to take care of our Marinette. To help her achieve her goals, protect her, and care for her until she dies. Both demons agreed to the deal. After all, they had already cared for children before, so they had the skills to do it, and the souls of these two people who would willingly do this for their granddaughter would be nice to have. With the contract sealed, Gina and Roland wrote in their wills that Marinette was to be cared for by Sebastian and Claude, claiming they were old family friends. They also took the two demons to meet Marinette, so that Marinette would at least meet the two before they began caring for her. Once the legalities were taken care of and Marinette had met the two, Sebastian and Claude took their payment and Gina and Roland died.

Marinette was overcome with the grief of not just losing her parents, but now her grandparents as well. Sebastian and Claude, who her grandparents had recently introduced her to, were declared her guardians and began watching over her. Roland had left Marinette his house, so she had somewhere to live. While Marinette began to settle into the new normal of her life, Sebastian and Claude got to work on the first order of business. They were going to get justice for Marinette's parents. They knew that the fire was not an accident and that someone had set it on purpose. The evidence was obvious, but the police were stuck. They didn't know who did it. But Sebastian and Claude quickly learned that it was a girl named Lila who had been tormenting their charge for years now. All they had to do was phone in an anonymous tip to the police about the girl, and the police searched Lila's apartment. Mrs. Rossi kept sayin this was a mistake and her daughter couldn't have done this, but the police soon found evidence of her involvement, including the accelerant used at the bakery. Lila was confused, sure that she had gotten rid of it all. But Lila was arrested quickly, as a crowd had now grown outside of her apartment building. Several members of Mrs. Bustier's class were there and saw Lila being dragged out in cuffs. As Paris looked on in horror at the arsonist that had killed the Dupain-Chengs, no one noticed the shadow like figures standing to the side, smiling coldly at the scene.

They also quickly figured out that Marinette was Ladybug and even figured out that Adrien was Chat Noir when he came over to check on Marinette. They learned this by sensing the souls of the kwami. Since the kwami's souls are obviously not human, and Marinette kept disappearing during the akuma attacks, it didn't take long for the demons to be sure of their suspicion that Marinette was Ladybug. After confirming this, they felt that defeating Hawkmoth fell under their duty of caring for Marinette so they set out to find out who Hawkmoth was. They were able to sense the souls of other kwami in the city. They sensed two other kwami in Adrien's house. With only two kwami present in the house, they were certain that this was the location of Hawkmoth. To confirm this, Claude used a smaller version of his demon form to enter the manor and watch the residents of the house. Claude soon saw Gabriel and Natalie transform with the missing miraculous. Now that they had confirmation, it was time to end Hawkmoth.

The two demons began to plague Gabriel and Natalie with nightmares and torment them constantly. In each nightmare, they made it abundantly clear that this was because of their actions as Hawkmoth and Mayura. Soon, Gabriel and Natalie could hardly sleep and were almost driven completely mad. They surrendered to Ladybug and the miraculous were recovered. Gabriel and Natalie were sent to prison for their crimes. When Marinette learned why Gabriel had done everything and what happened to Emilie, she used everything she had learned about magic to help revive her. Sebastian and Claude lent some of their power to this endeavor as well, not wanting their charge to exhaust herself in the attempt. Adrien had his mom back, and the two moved to England to get away from all the trouble Gabriel had caused as Hawkmoth.

With all the major problems in Marinette's life taken care of, Marinette could relax a bit and focus on her fashion. While she thought it was odd that her grandparents had left her in Sebastian and Claude's care, she did think they were doing a wonderful job. They helped to support all her dreams, any way they could. Claude once brought her several different rolls of fabric made from spider silk. This of course, renewed the rivalry between the two demons. Sebastian brought Marinette to England, making the excuse that it was to see her friend. While there, Sebastian made sure to 'run into' the descendants of some old friends. Several nobles and aristocrats found a charming man and young girl in front of them at many parties. The man seemed familiar to them all, especially the older guests at these parties. They were sure they had encountered this man before. When asked if they knew him, the Sebastian always responded with "My ancestor worked as a butler for one of your ancestor's peers. He worked in the Phantomhive manor as the butler to Ciel Phantomhive. It truly is a small world for us to meet. May I introduce my charge, Ms. Marinette Dupain-Cheng." Sebastian spent the whole night talking up Marinette's fashion business and Marinette would leave these parties with several more clients than when she arrived.

Claude and Sebastian kept trying to out do each other in their attempts to care for Marinette. Helping her with her designs, getting her fancy fabrics and equipment, even convincing several major fashion magazines to feature her work. As odd as the arrangement was, it did work. Marinette met several new friends, thanks to Sebastian and Claude's interference. She even met the man that she would marry. A man who looked suspiciously like Will, from all those decades ago. As the years went by, even after Marinette was an adult and didn't need caretakers anymore, Sebastian and Claude continued to watch over and protect her, as per their contract. And they would watch over her, for the rest of her life.

#ml #ml fic #ml fanfic #ml salt #ml salt fic #ml salt fanfic #lila rossi #lila rossi salt #lila rossi exposed #lila rossi gets exposed #lila exposed fic #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #miraculous fic #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfic #miraculous salt #miraculous salt fic #miraculous salt fanfic #miraculous ladybug x black butler #ml x black butler #miraculous x black butler #sebastian michaelis #claude faustus #black butler

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Hello, this is the first time I’ve come here and I’d like, if possible, you could place my order, I don’t remember if I already placed that ask or something, so if yes, sorry to bother you...

I can order something with Yandere! Vampire with a Vampire Slayer! Reader, please...

Welcome in!

Well yes boo, you did make a very similar request, and I'm sorry if it took me like a long time to answer you (at least to me it feels like a whole month has passed, time has been so slow and so fast somehow-) it's just that I'm dealing with a lot of stuff outside of Tumblr and although I try to not think about it, it does affect my performance in writing. Also you're not bothering me at all boo!

Also I just realized something, normally when I write I put really mean remarks about the reader but it's not supposed to be taken seriously by you guys, as it's mostly either an look into the perspective of the ocs (normally the bullies who are very mean and cruel-) or even an exaggeration on the reader's current mind state (if the reader feels dumb about a certain action they have chosen, I try to make them sound very exaggerated since I don't want any of you to take it personally, y'all are beautiful okay? Don't worry about the snarky comments and rude remarks that I may write).

I'll try to make it more obvious that it's mostly a character's exaggerated perspective next time, or maybe put trigger warnings about degrading language/mean comments.

TW/Tags: mentions of addiction (to blood) // male x male // male reader // vampy vamp // monster(vampire) x (human)reader // mentions of death // unofficial OC/just a random character I decided to create for this specific piece // captivity/kidnaping // mentions of torture/infliction of pain // mind control/gaslighting/manipulation and stockholm syndrome // being drugged/poisoned // kinda sadistic but not so much so cause I like giving y'all some softness.

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True love is found in small bites [Yandere!M!Vampire x M!Vampire Hunter!Reader - Headcanon]:

Who doesn't like a little one on one with an immortal creature in a fight filled with sexual tension? Who wouldn't want to prove their worth to their dad who is a lonely vampire hunter?

Your dad had hunted vampires all by himself for years now and he won't stop until the day he drops dead, or at least that's what he told you.

He taught you everything that you needed to know, and honestly- You probably know a lot more than some of the guys who are paid to do this every month, Hell, your dad hunts them basically every week! That's kinda the reason why he won't accompany you this time, too busy dealing with vampires in a neighboring village, some rumours of some high profiled vampires coming into your hometown… He was very concerned for your safety before deciding that whenever these rumours were true or not, he needed to check them for himself regardless.

You decided to go on a hunt on your own, hunt one down and prove to your man that you'll do just fine all by yourself.

However, you have the knowledge from the books you read and from what your father taught you, but you don't have personal experiences in fighting vampires. So that's why you're finally going to take down a vampire all by yourself.

It took you some time to find the right target, but after hearing complaints about some odd things happening in the less wealthy part of town, you thought you had a pretty clear picture of what happened. You thought that maybe some vampires have been attacking the poorest people in town to not cause a bigger panic in the population, and sadly enough, you were right.

Apparently the vampirism started to spread uncontrollably as the newly transformed vampires weren't accustomed with the new malevolent power. Some would get addicted to blood and to the power they hold against humans, and start to bite more than what they can chew on.

You found someone who was acting suspiciously, a commoner who was acting more aggressively towards his neighbors and family, he had created a lot of enemies in only a couple of days after being transformed, as he was now acting like "royalty" surrounded by peasants. The poor bastard was out of his mind, and sadly you needed to take care of him before he would hurt more people.

The work of a vampire slayer (or at least, one who works on their own accord) isn't as glamorous or "pleasant" as most may think, it involves you constantly questioning yourself and your morals, the guy you're hunting has a family but from what you heard and from what you have seen as you observed him from afar- He is clearly gone, consumed by the addiction of human blood, he would end up hurting his own family if you didn't intervene.

You had to stalk him for basically the whole day, collecting information and waiting for a good opportunity to strike him- Sadly enough, you didn't know that someone else was also interested in killing him.

It was pretty quick now that you think about it- You were about to tackle him when someone else got to do it before you. You didn't know about vampire society's inner relationships but you are aware that there is some form of hierarchy, and that those who were transformed into vampires were considered to be closer to the bottom than those who were born into it. The bottom of their social structure being those who they could all feed on, so in other words humans.

As you have already prepared yourself to attack the blood addictic, this guy who seemed to have come out of nowhere has already noticed that he wasn't alone, you wouldn't be able to hide yourself at this point and running wouldn't be an option considering how fast he moved.

The only option was left was to fight this vampire who was clearly way too powerful for your newbie ass. It was a pretty tough fight, and even if you have lost- You did manage to prove that you weren't just a random human who found themselves in the wrong place, in the wrong time.

You were very well prepared- Idris was pretty impressed by your resistance, but from his eyes, you were lacking a lot in the intelligence department. You were a good brawler, but not a decent vampire slayer by far- He would question you about your level of skill constantly, even mocking the idea of you being an "newbie" at this job.

Idris had won in the end, making you his prisoner who he would bring back to his clan to be used as an easy food source while also giving them info about other vampire slayers. Of course you wouldn't give them anything, no matter how bad your situation was you would still fight to the very end.

Idris had used one of his abilities to bring you two to his clan's hideout in a blink of an eye, you weren't expecting it to be so quick. You were tied up and inside an "abandoned" mansion filled with vampires, you were sure you wouldn't survive this at all- Yet you had promised yourself to not give them any information about other vampires slayers, especially your father.

You have met them, all of them- All of the Nox clan of pure vampires (or at least the last of them), in one single place. They were all so eager to jump in and start the "fun" with you. To torture you, drink from you, control your mind so you would spill all that you know, they tried to but you wouldn't stop squirming and fighting their touch- However, your attitude has only helped to aggravate them.

Idris was in charge of taking care of you- And by that they meant he was the one who would be screwing with you the most. He would keep you alive with your bare necessities but would also be the one to punish and torture you to speak up.

Interestingly enough, Idris wasn't interested in violently taking the truth out of you- Oh no, boo- He was much more sadistic than that.

He saw you as a plaything, like a cat he would see you as something he should toy with before devouring- He would try to push you to your limits verbally, trying to trigger some sort of wound you may have. You were stronger than he assumed, he should have known you weren't so dumb to give in to his insults and threats.

He would still bite you though, hey, a man needs some blood before continuing his private interrogation, right? It's not his fault you're both his snack and the one being interrogated.

You were strong minded, you weren't feeling too awful about being taken as a prisoner, since you felt as if deep down you could still escape this- So the effects of the poison that he would inject on you weren't showing up at first, but after sometime of being under this terrible living condition with only him to talk with, you started to feel some type of weird way around him.

It could be the poison finally taking over, but you have started to notice some… Particular choices that Idris took when interacting with you. Again- It could be all some magic shit in your mind, but you could swear that the lingering touches from him weren't rough or painful as his threats.

Idris was never physically harmful towards you, even to his peers dismay as they would constantly scold him for being too soft. He was indeed very off putting and sadistic- But could he be hiding something deep inside his literally cold exterior? You started to think so… Well, you started to hope so.

See, although the poison is already making your mind dizzy and making you feel some kind of weird attraction towards Iris- It wasn't completely just your mind playing tricks on you, Idris has been trying a new tactic with you and it was working.

Maybe you haven't noticed yet, but for the last few weeks he has started to flirt with you more, touch you more and whisper less concerning things into your ears, and you were eating it all up due to your isolation and his poisonous bite.

The more he sucked your blood, the more enamoured you were with his softer "side", the poison becoming stronger with each bite. But everyday you two spend time together, Idris can't help but feel just as interested in you as you are to him. He may play it off as a sadistic manipulative (which he kinda is-) vampire who is above you and his own feelings- But whenever it's just you and him, he just feels like there is a bigger connection being formed.

The more you two get to know each other the more he'll start falling for you, to the point he doesn't know if he is faking empathy and care or if he actually likes you in a weird way. He has started to feel very satisfied whenever you start acting clingy, desperate even for his attention (again- He is the only one willing to even talk with you before biting you and sucking your blood), the sensation of power he feels is a little bit overwhelming- But very much appreciated.

You have started to feel some side effects from losing so much blood everyday, which has made Idris concerned and incapable of drinking from you for at least some time while you recover from it. But since you need some time to rest without being injected with more venom from fangs, which will cause you to start waking up from your brainwashed state and remember that A: It has been months since you were gone, your dad is out there looking for you and it's possibly thinking you're dead; B: You're trapped in a mansion filled with the last vampires of a powerful clan which has been massacred by vampire slayers like you; and C: You were starting to catch feelings for the one who brought you here- Regardless of manipulation and freaky vampire shit- You were indeed falling for his charm.

Whenever that happens, it will be obvious that you'll start trying to fight them and escape again, even if you're very, very weak from all these months without proper training and healthy eating habits.

You may try your hardest dear, but you'll need a better plan than just going feral on Idris. He is a lot stronger than you, especially since you can't even stand up on your own, and even hurting him makes you feel oddly awful- You had relied on him for so long, that it feels like you would be betraying him if you actually do hurt him, it seems like some of the effects of so much time under his manipulation are still present.

You can't hurt him, but you can still try to sneak out. You should still try to escape!

You would eventually come up with a plan to run away while it was still morning, even if it was a very flawed plan considering that the only place you knew in this entire mansion was Idris's room and bathroom. For some miracle reason, you would find a way to sneak out, it was pretty hard considering you have no strength in your legs, yet luckily no one seemed to be aware of your sudden movement around the corridors- Apparently the whole clan is composed of heavy sleepers.

Your escape was successful, but you wouldn't be able to reach safety anytime soon in your condition- And you knew that eventually they would wake up again and Idris would find you soon. Yet as you had promised yourself and your father, you weren't going down without a fight.

Idris is responsible for you, so whenever he notices that you were gone- He would first assume one of his kind has took you, but considering how everyone else in the clan considers him to be a nuisance and incompetent, he couldn't possibly ask around where were you. If he did, they would end up yelling at him and take you as their personal blood bag- He couldn't let them know that you have escaped.

He would search for you and be honest to god thankful that you weren't dead yet- He would be pissed but more concerned about your current state, after all you were supposed to be resting from losing so much blood and yet here you are: Trying to survive the wild nature around the mansion in a stupid attempt of escaping the vampires.

Idris would have to bite you more often while also giving some days off so you could rest, but doing in a way that you never lose the effects of the poison- He can't stand to see you fighting him so much.

I mean- He thinks that it's pretty attractive how fiesty you are, but he needs you to stay still in his bedroom and to start giving him those confused yet passionate eyes again- Idris doesn't know whether or not you're in love with him or is just acting in instinct considering your current position, and he soon will find himself begging for you to truly give in to this weird fantasy he has built around you two- But for now, all that he wants is the smallest affection that may come from you, even if it's not as true and morally correct as true love is supposed to be.

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