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How do you think TWST boys (the ones below 170 cm like Riddle, Kalim, Epel etc.) would act like around s/o who's insanely tall? I keep reading fics that go like "he put your head on his shoulder" even though I'm almost a feet taller than him and I just end wondering how that's possible. (I'm 17 and is 6'5)

Hi hi~ First of all, thank you for your request anon! Sorry if you have to wait long enough cuz I was a bit busy with school 😭 Anyhow, I hope you like this because I put a lot of braincells into it hehe (also anon you're so tall, like literally a head taller than me-)

Twst boys with a partner that's a lot taller than them

Characters: Epel, Lilia, Riddle, Kalim x Reader Genre: Fluff Warnings: None!

🍎Epel

- I feel like he would be conscious of how he looks and his height but doesn't act too worked up over it, so if his partner is hella tall then he probably won't be bothered much unless they tease him about it. However if his partner is both tall and physically strong then he'll be very impressed at their strength instead! Probably asking things like what's their training methods or things like how to improve your muscles, etc. - He probably thinks it's a bit troublesome that he gotta look up to you every time you two are chatting, but as long as there's no teasing at him then he won't pay attention to that much, he won't admit he's secretly jealous of your height though... Okay, he will be, just a little bit, but afterward he just thinks about how cool you are when you always appear a head taller than most people in school and how it's so easy to spot you among the crowd. He seriously wants to be cool like you! - Don't treat him like he's a small, frail boy who needs help every time, that's the top thing on the "Absolute no" list for Epel. Even when you have an advantage in height, so what? He won't let that be a thing for you to make fun of him! In fact, it just gets him even more fired up to work himself better so he can catch up to you quickly! He has a lot of room to grow and he definitely won't give up either. - He definitely boasts about how cool his partner is or how tall they are to others with a proud look on his face. He is lucky for sure to have such an amazing partner like you, no one would ever be able to look down on you (in both ways) and that's what he loves to see! You're so strong and cool... sorry, did he already say that? Well he couldn't help it, you really are in his eyes! - He gonna insist on carrying you a lot of times even though you told him it's not necessary, but he would ask things like "Are you underestimating me?" with one of those "polite smiles" of his just to get you to give up or mess around, and he always success every time he did that. Much to your surprise, he actually might be able to lift you up! And that surprise looks on your face is exactly what he wants, just because you're a head taller doesn't mean he can't be a man around you! He would look super smug about it as he ended up teasing you a bit about this or bringing it up occasionally to see your reaction. He can be a bit of a prankster as a treat~

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🦇 Lilia

- Despite being fairly short, I think Lilia never gets bothered in the slightest mainly because he can teleport or float in the air like a bat he is. So even if his partner is insanely tall, he can just float up to their eye level with ease and even use their shoulders for leaning support. (he's just being the silly he is yknow) - But he would be fairly impressed for sure with how tall you're as you easily stand out in the crowd with your head above others or how easily it is to spot you. He thinks it's cool how humans can be so tall but also so short, it's really fascinating for a fae like him! - He can easily take books from the highest shelf or reach out for that one apple hanging on the tree, but sometimes, this guy would start acting like the tease he is and ask you to get it for him. "But you can just float?" "Hoho, but I'm feeling like walking today though~" and just land on the ground so casually like the prankster he is... as you just sigh and get the thing he requested with ease while the fae chuckles in the background. - He loves surprises, so don't question it if he suddenly floats up and kisses you out of nowhere when you expect it the least. That look of pure shock on your face is just priceless for him, peace and quiet is not an option if you're Lilia's partner no matter how tall you're. He definitely lives long enough to seen and talk to people that are as tall or even taller than you, so he knows how to handle it perfectly or even startle them back. - He also loves messing around, so he'll just appears out of nowhere, his body upside down as you got so startled you nearly froze when your eyes meet each other, and he laughs, like a lot. He just loves it when he can throw you off with such remarks and randomness, just because you're a head taller doesn't mean he can't scare you~ - You can try and surprise him back, maybe when he was being a bit too absorbed into chatting with you about something and you lean in, face inches away from his as both of you just stare at each other for a good second before you lean away and ask him to continue. Believe it or not, Lilia was thrilled at that attempt he ended up laughing like an idiot for a good minute, oh silly you, do that again next time! He'll only end up fascinated by you even more if you act like that, so surprising yet so exciting~

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🌹 Riddle

- He's very conscious of his height and could easily get angry or irritated at the slight mention of it, so I think he would feel even more conscious if his partner is a head taller than him. He always wanted to be the cool, reliable type of boyfriend in his partner's eyes, but to think now they're the taller one, a head taller even... He is not bothered at all. Not at all! - But that doesn't stop him from wanting his partner to depend on him too, considering he's still an honor student and a housewarden, he'll try to look past the height difference between you two and act like a reliable boyfriend and offer to help you out whether with your study or other things. He knows having a tall height has an advantage like be able to reach for high shelves easily, and whenever you do so, he just tries to not get flustered over it and thanks you properly... Don't worry, he's just being a bit shy~ - He hopes that his partner, being insanely tall, doesn't make fun of his height or mention it too often. He'll try to let it slide if you bring it up in a way that doesn't sound irritating to him, he might easily get upset but he always tries his best to not get unreasonably angry at you, that's the last thing he wants after all. - Whenever you two sit next to each other and when he can easily reach your face better, he will take it as a chance to appear more "boyfriend-like" to you... not that he already isn't one, but sometimes he can't help but wish he could reach your face easier so he can kiss them or cup your face better. Occasionally, he would even lend his shoulder for you to lean on too, not only does he feel like he's doing a good job being your partner but also feels taller too somewhat... That's a secret he'll never tell you though. If only he could be as tall as you... but rest assured, he still has more room to grow. (Or at least that's what he likes to believe) - You can be a bit of a tease by leaning down and randomly giving him a kiss, he'll be as red as his hair with those gray eyes looking all shocked! He probably scolds you to not do that so suddenly the next time but don't worry, he's not mad at all~

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☀️Kalim

- He's probably the one that's the most unbothered in this list since he doesn't care for things like height or appearance in general, but he'll definitely be impressed at how tall his partner is and shows it outwardly, he never holds back when it comes to compliments! - Though I think he'll love having a tall partner too as he can ask them to help him reach high shelves or just be able to spot them so easily in the crowd is enough to make him happy! Just imagine a cheery and bright Kalim running towards you from miles away while waving at you with the way your head pops up in a crowd, that would definitely bring a smile to your face for sure!! - He also isn't too conscious of his height or think too much about it, he is pretty carefree overall so it won't be at the top of his head! However, due to your height difference it would be a bit troublesome when he wants to kiss you but he can't... so he came up with a solution to jump up for that! And don't underestimate him, he's good at jumping despite his short height! (As he bounces up the air and you just so happen to lean down, both of your heads collide... Jamil questioned why both of you got a bump with a worrying look but neither of you explained it truthfully which only raised his suspicion even further... Don't tell him okay?) - Piggyback ride? Piggyback ride! Because of your insanely tall height, you definitely can lift him up and he is excited to say the least! He loves being carried around! So whenever he can wrap his arms around you as you carry him and run around the campus, he'll have a really big, happy grin on his face. Either that or you two do a jump challenge of whoever can reach that tree branch better (even though you know it's a surefire win for you) and the winner gets a free coconut juice! Kalim definitely tried his best to win every time despite his short height, and even when he lost he never appeared sad and the total opposite instead, he just has so much fun being around someone cool like you! - He also loves carrying others too, and he would also do the same to you despite your insane height. Similar to Epel, although you keep telling him it's fine but how can you say no after he give you that cute grin full of sunshine... so you just so happen to say yes, and as enthusiastic as he is, he quickly swoops you up off the ground, see, he definitely can carry you with ease! ...And it doesn't last for long as you both fall over to the ground. He felt bad for dropping you like that and quickly apologize before giving you a big grin and a cheek kiss as an apology gift, so cheeky and adorable of him~

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Fun fact: Did you know Ruggie escaped this post with a clutch? He's 171cm, just 1cm away from being in this list~

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captainlunaxmen · 3 months

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All For the Camera

Chapter 6

Finnick Odair x Fem!reader.

Finally! Here we are. I'm sorry, it took me so long. I had to create a new account and transfer all the fics here. And then I never had time to put my mind into this😅

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Chapter summary: the interviews!

Chapter warnings: mention of death, Cal is a warning, suicide hint (very light, but still)

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I walk into the living room, towards the big table finding Katniss, Peeta and Haymitch already there having breakfast... well Katniss and Peeta are, Haymitch just started drinking.

"Morning," I say sitting down.

"Good morning." Peeta smiles at me, a little forced, which I get... tomorrow they'll be sent to the arena.

"Hi." Katniss says.

"Morning, princess." Haymitch hands me a tea cup, I look at it rather suspiciously and when Haymitch smiles proudly I know he put some alcohol in it... so I take it.

Gladly.

"Good morning, everyone. Today's an important day!" Effie cheery voice echoes in the whole apartment as she enter and sit with us for breakfast.

"Indeed." I say with a sigh.

"When the whole team supposed to be here, Y/n?" She asks me.

"Uhm... around 5pm." I tell her.

"This means we will use this time to come up with a proper strategy, since you refuse any alliance." Haymitch then turns to me, "you'll help?"

"I can't... Plutarch wants to see me." I sadly say, "last minute details to fix, I think."

Haymitch nods.

"Can't you give us a tiny bit of hint?" Peeta jokes.

"Unfortunately, I can't say anything." I shrug standing up taking my jacket with me.

"Fine, keep your secret, Princess." Haymitch says, winking at me as I near the elevator doors. I smile at everyone and enter the elevator.

"Beware of the time, guys. Always." I say before the doors close.

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"No allies?" Plutarch asks in disbelief, handing me a glass, he stands next to his desk in his office.

"No allies." I reply, slowly shaking my head no.

He sighs deeply, then stands up and moves a hand to his chin thinking.

"But..." I start, pointing his attention back on me, "Haymitch and I will take care of it." He arches an eyebrow, questioning, "I promise."

"They know nothing, right?" He checks.

"They know less than nothing." I tell him.

"Good." He nods, "the president doesn't want you to participate in the interview this year."

"Really?" I ask.

Usually Snow insisted on me being interviewed after all the tributes', to have the Capitol's people being represented, as he put it. It's a relief.

"Yeah, he only wants you to be interviewed almost at the end." He informs me, "you know, to have more people follow, waiting to hear from you, both about your tributes and your... wedding."

"Please, do me a favour... don't mention my wedding." I groan, "I'm not really planning on attending. You know."

He sends me a knowing look, then proceeds to hand me a piece of paper.

"What is it?" I ask, examining it.

"The 12 threats in the arena."

"I see he did enjoyed my ideas..." I say swallowing hard.

"You fooled him. He does think you're... coming around." Plutarch compliments me.

"No," I shake my head, reading the list, "no one can fool him. He doesn't trust anyone. He never underestimate anyone."

"Oh, my dear, we did." He smiles. "He has no suspects, whatsoever."

"You think?"

"We would be dead now, if he did." He reason and I nod, agreeing.

"It makes sense... but I still don't feel secure enough." I tell him.

"And you shouldn't." He sits next to me, "we're at the point we can't afford feeling secure. Not even for a moment."

I nod.

"Did... uhm..." I start, my mouth feeling dry all of a sudden, "did... Cal come by... recently?"

"Cal Kingslay?"

"Yeah..."

"No."

"Do you know if he talked to any of the other Gamemakers?" I insist.

"Not that I know of... and trust me, I would know." He tells me, "did he tell you something?"

"Just that he would make sure to not have... competition anymore." I sigh, closing my eyes frustrated.

"Just another thing to keep an eye out for." He pats my back, "now, "he stands again, "tonight's interviews. The tributes will try all they can to stop the games."

"Good fucking luck." I scoff, sadly.

"They'll try everything. So... we need to talk about the remote... very remote chance that they succeed." He continues.

"Yeah... sure." I say, fully unconvinced.

"It might happen." He keeps a dead serious tone, "loved victors, tributes the Capitol consider 'family', they just might succeed."

"Now, that's pretentious." I say, taking a big gulp from my glass, "but okay... so what if they succeed?"

"It's quite simple," he starts, "you will get to-"

A hard knock on the door interrupts him. Plutarch looks at me, tensing, giving me a look to say to stay calm and natural.

"Yes?"

"Sorry, Mr Heavensbee, Cal Kingslay is here to see you." One of the other Gamemakers announces, I look at Plutarch hoping to find comfort. He does looks at me with determination, so I know he will take care of it.

"Let him in." Plutarch agrees.

Not long after, Cak enters the room, before he can greet Plutarch, he notices me.

"My sweetness, what a surprise!" He exclaims.

"Hi, Cal." I say forcing out a smile.

"Miss L/n is my apprentice, I'm sure you knew she would be here." Plutarch says.

"Yes, I admit I was hoping to catch her. With all of her... obligations, I barely see her." Cal tries to justify himself, "I'm sure you can understand how love can be."

"Yeah... I have an idea." Plutarch smiles, after getting to know him, I can recognise when he's true and fake, and that's definitely a fake smile.

"So you get it..." he sighs, dreamily, "I can't wait to marry her," he looks at me, slightly biting his lips, "I'll finally have her full attention."

"Oh well, I hope you'll let us spend some time with her too," Plutarch challenges him, "she has a great brain. Plus she's my apprentice, she might be the next head Gamemaker one day."

"Yeah," Cal grits out, not liking at all the idea, "I'm sure we could think of something. "

"But, Mr Kingslay, tell me, did you want to talk to me about something?" Plutarch asks, putting his hands in his pocket, to show Cal he's not intimidated.

"Oh yes, actually I do." Cal nods, then turns to me, walking up to me taking my hands in his, "would you mind leaving us, sweetheart?"

"Sure." I say, probably way too quickly, my eyes fall to the clock on the wall "of course. I have to get back and help some of the Tributes get ready, anyway."

Cal kisses my hands softly, I fight the urge to snatch my hands back.

"I'll see you tomorrow for the beginning, miss L/n." Plutarch smiles.

"Of course, Mr Heavensbee."

I start to walk to the door, Cal reluctantly lets me go and I subtly rush out as soon as I can.

I jump immediately into the car ready to get back to the tributes centre.

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I go to check in with Cinna about Katniss' outfit for tonight.

He leads me to the dressing room and my jaw drops as I spot the wedding dress in the middle of it.

"Oh my god..." I breath out.

"Glad you like it." Cinna says.

"If anything goes South and I end up marrying that cunt, I'm glad you're the one they chose to make my dress" I tell him, getting closer to the dress to inspect it better.

"You'd be a beautiful bride. Regardless of the husband." He compliments me and I genuinely smile at this.

"Thank you."

"I also added a special touch to it." He whispers.

"What did you do?" I ask, getting nervous.

"You'll see tonight." The determined look he has as he says this freezes me to the stop.

"Cinna..." I start, "what did you do?"

He just winks at me. "C'mon, go take a seat."

I reluctantly follow him out so he can be ready to help Katniss put on the dress, and I go find Haymitch, I take my seat next to him as Ceasar starts the show.

As always Ceasar hosts the show with his usual laugh and cheerfulness.

"Thank you, thank you!" He address the audience once he took his place in the center of the stage, "Thank you for being here tonight! On the eve of the 75th Hunger Games!" He laughs, "we have never seen anything like this and we will never see anything like it, again. Because tonight, on thus stage 24 of Panem's brightest starts will view for the ultimate crown. Tonight will be their final opportunity to express their thoughts. Our final opportunity to express our love and heartbreakingly to say goodbye to all but one."

Hypocrisy.

"What a night." He softly says, before screaming again, "let's hear it!"

And the crowd cheers louder than before.

"And I know, I know all of you want the gossip about THE wedding of the year, but you will have to wait."

The crowd makes sounds of disapproval, even though the cheering atmosphere remains.

"Can't spoil all the fun, can we?" He laughs again, "but don't you worry, the royal couple will tell us all the details eventually." He winks at the audience and finally the interviews can start.

"Kill me now." I whisper to Haymitch.

"And steal the fun to the president? Nah..." he jokes and I can't help but chuckle and move my attention back to the show.

Of course they start with district 1, Cashmere and Gloss, they interview them together and of fucking course, Cashmere will use the tears to try and make people stop the games... not the smartest choice, but still a choice.

Then it's 2 turn, then 3 where Beetee obviously tries to use logic, but unfortunately the Capitol's people are not smart enough to understand.

Then four...

I take a deep breath, hoping Finnick won't say anything he might regret.

"Finnick," Ceasar addresses him, "I understand that you have a message for somebody out there. A special somebody." He laughs, and Finnick shows his perfect smile, his perfect forced smile the Capitol loves so much, "can we hear it?" He then asks.

Finnick looks quickly out in the audience, I see him spotting me and I can see the slight hint of an actual smile on his lips.

"My love," he starts seriously and my breath is caught in my throat, "you have my heart, for all eternity, and" he pauses for a moment, " if... I die in that arena, my last thought will be of your lips."

"Guess he didn't listen to you, uh?" Haymitch says before drinking from his flask.

"No, he didn't." I sigh. I just hope Cal won't think anything of it.

Each victor has their own way of dealing with this special games and interviews. Some tries to pity the audience, some treats it as a normal interview and then there are some like Johanna who just want to let out all the anger they feel. Which is exactly what I would love to do myself.

Cinna arrives, and takes a seat on the other sode of me, Katniss must be ready.

"It's our turn, princess." Haymitch pats my knee as Ceaser announces Kantiss' arrival.

As Katniss joins Ceasar on stage I can finally admire the dress properly. She looks absolutely beautiful, it makes me even angrier knowing it's not her choice.

"You look fabulous!" Ceaser compliments her, "doesn't she?" He asks the audience who claps their hands vivaciously as Katniss just stands there, smiling, acting like the happy bride the Capitol wants.

"Now, Katniss, this is a very big and very emotional night for all of us. Wouldn't you say?"

"Don't go crying on me now, Ceasar." Katniss teases.

"I can't make promises you know me." He laugh with her, enjoying the exchange.

"You know I wouldn't believe you, even if you did." Katniss, surprisingly, jokes again and Ceaser laughs even harder.

"I love her!" Ceaser exclaims, "the firl on fire is so cheeky!" He slowly turns more serious, "but Katniss, on a more serious note. I think we're all a little disappointed, more than a little disappointed, that a certain wedding did not take place. We all hoped to celebrate a double wedding this year. Didn't we folks? Alas. But am I correct in assuming that this is the gown that you would have worn on that day, yes or no?"

As Ceaser speak, I watch Katniss tensing.

"Yes, president Snow thought everyone would want to see it." Katniss answer, with a fake sweet smile at the end.

"Well, President Snow, as usual, was right. Was he not, folks?" He cheers. "I love it! I love it! Don't you love it, folks? It's incredible. It's so gorgeous. Will you do us the honour? Please? Please? Please?"

Ceaser looks like a child asking for candy as he steps back a little to let Katniss have more space to spin.

I tense up in my seat, glance slightly to Cinna next to me.

As Katniss spins her dress, as expected, catches on fire... but it's burning the dress now, I look at Cinna questioning then back at Katniss.

The dress burns to the point of having wings appearing on her...

"It's a bird!" Ceaser exclaims, trying to guess, "it's got feathers. It's like a bird..."

I recognise the Mockingjay.

I look at Cinna, then at Haymitch, who has a stern look on his face.

"Your stylist certainly has outdone himself this time, hasn't he?" Ceaser comments, shock written all over his face, " what theatricality! Cinna!" He then calls, "take a bow!"

The cameras are now on Cinna who stands and takes all the applauses the crows is giving him.

But Snow is not going to like it...

I pretend to cheer like everyone else, but inside I'm scared, defeated...

As the cheers die down a little, to let Katniss exit the stage and join the other tributes, we sit back down and I feel Cinna taking my hand to give it a reassuring squeeze before letting go. A way of saying "it's okay."

Once Peeta gets on stage, Ceasar doesn't waste any more time and asks again about the wedding.

"But, Peeta, the wedding, the marriage, never to be?" He asks.

"Well, actually, we got married." The crowd whispers and gasps, "in secret." He adds.

Nice move, Peeta.

"A secret wedding?" Ceasar asks with a laugh. "All right. Do tell."

"We want our love to be eternal."

A bunch of 'awws' erupt from the audience.

"You know, Katnis and I, we've been luckier than most. And I wouldn't have any regrets at all if it weren't... if..." he starts to stutter.

I wonder what he has in mind, I again try to look for answers in Haymitch, but he is just as interested as I am.

"If it weren't for what? What?" Ceasar urges him.

"If it weren't for the baby." Peeta finally says.

The audience explodes at this. People shouting, gasping, waving their hands, ceasar tries to contain the situation, but fails.

I see Peeta looking towards us, with the faintest smirk and me and Haymitch nod at him, quite surprised.

"Did you suggest it?" Haymitch asks.

"Nope." I say, "you?"

"Neither."

Ceaser motion for Peeta to join the others, clearly he has no idea what to do to calm the people, who simply keep on screaming to stop the games.

But as Ceasar keeps trying to contain the theater, the tributes behind him grab each other's hands to raise them together.

This fills my heart with hope, but the lights are cut off soon and the whole room falls into darkness.

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I can't help my bouncing leg as we all wait for Plutarch to come out and tell us the fate of the games.

"He won't cancel them." I whisper to Haymitch, making sure the other mentors and guards can't listen, "not now that he has a chance to kill her for good."

"I know." He sighs, patting my legs.

"And Cinna.." I choke out.

"I know, I know."

The doors open and Plutarch comes out with a look that doesn't bring good news.

"The games are still on." He simply says before walking off.

Everyone, walk away to the elevators.

We meet Effie on the way.

"So?" She asks and we shake our heads, "oh poor kids..."

The elevator ride to 12 is silent.

We find Katniss and Peeta in the living room.

"Baby bomb was a stroke of genius." Haymitch starts, I nod, "Unfortunately, games are still on. This is a goodbye, for now."

Katniss nods, determined and defeated at the same time.

"Presents." Effie chimes in, I can see her eyes are humid though, "for you three."

She hands me, Haymitch and Peeta a small box.

"What is this?" Haymitch asks, opening his box and finding inside a golden bracelet resembling flames, I open mine and find a golden ring, similar to Haymitch's bracelet.

"Your token, remember?" Effie tells him, "hair for me, pin for Katniss. Gold bangle for you, gold ring for Y/n and for Peeta the medallion we talked about."

"Thank you, Effie." Peeta says, voice soft with gratitude.

"We're a team." She says, "aren't we?"

I can tell she cares so much about this two, it warms my heart.

Katniss nods, giving her a sweet smile.

"Of course we are." I agree.

"And I am so proud of my Victors," she says, hugging Peeta, "so proud" she hugs Katniss, "you both deserved so much better." She's fully crying now, so I gently rub her back, "I am truly sorry."

She lets out one last small sob and walk away leaving us four.

"Thank you, both." Peeta hugs Haymitch while Katniss wraps her arms around me.

"Thank you, Y/n. Really." She whispers and I nod, giving her one last squeeze before letting go.

I turn to hug Peeta.

"Don't lose yourself in there, okay?" I ask.

"Never." He hugs me tightly, "Thank you."

We pull away, I give him a smile, both to assure him and to give me strength.

"Any last advice?" Katniss asks Haymitch.

"Stay alive." He answers.

And we both walk away, though Katniss calls Haymitch back and I keep going towards the elevator.

To district 4 apartments.

I step into the room, looking around, I hear someone coming and my eyes lock with Mags'. With just one look, she knows why I'm here.

She walks to me to embrace me, squeezing me tighter to assure me she's okay.

I pull away to look at her.

"I'm sorry." I whisper and she shakes her head, puts a hand on her heart and hugs me one more time before walking away.

Soon after Finnick comes out, clearly looking for me. He softly smiles at me and shrugs.

"Hey," he greets, "think positively... You'll get to see me in action again."

I roll my eyes, I still keep a distance, none of us dare to step closer.

"Don't do anything stupid." I warn him.

"As if..." He's still smiling, "you got me out once. I trust you."

I nod, my eyes burn and I blink to keep the tears at bay.

"Stay alive long enough to let me." I say, softly, he nods.

We stay silent for a moment. I'm scared, I don't know what could happen in the arena, I don't know if any of the threats will hurt him, I don't know if he will survive...

I rush to him, I hug him tightly and he immediately reciprocates, holding me to him.

I don't need him to speak to know all he wants to say. That everything is going to be okay, that we will get them all out, that we will finally go to 13 and start this rebellion... just like I don't need him to speak to know he's scared, just like me.

I don't want to let go, I just want to stay like this, in the warmth of his arms.

He kisses the top of my head, giving me one last squeeze before pulling away just enough to look at me.

"I trust you." He repeats, "my love."

I nod, determined to get him and everyone out of there.

I see him moving a hand to my face, wiping away a tear I haven't noticed. He keeps the hand there and I really wish I could just give in... for once.

Thankfully, or not, we hear the elevator's doors opening so we pull away, I quickly wipe my face from any possible tear and pull myself together.

"Is there any... oh!" Cal's voice makes me jump, I wasn't expecting him at all, "My princess! What are you doing here?"

I can sense his tone is accusatory and I don't like it, not one bit.

"I was simply wishing him and Mags good luck for the games, Cal." I quickly explain, I can see in the corner of my eyes Finnick nodding his head, forcing out his confident smile.

"Aw... how sweet." Cal says, flatly, which means he is either not convinced or he doesn't like it, both option aren't good.

"But what are you doing here?" I ask, walking to him.

"Oh you know," he starts, wrapping an arm around me, possessively, "general's duties to perform. After the caos in the theatre we wanted to make sure there were no more... inconveniences." He says looking straight at Finnick, whose expression turns serious, angry.

"Well, as you can see, everything is in order." I tell him, putting a hand on his chest, maybe this will distract him.

"Is it?" Again with the accusatory tone.

"Of course." I smile, "why wouldn't it be?"

Cal considers me for a moment, that seems endless, he then smiles, as if to appease me.

"No reason, of course." He turns to look at Finnick, tightening his grasp on me, "May the odds be ever in your favour."

"Thanks, Cal." Finnick nods, " I can't wait to be back to you."

Finnick says this both to show Cal he's not scared and also as a message for me.

"Neither can I." Cal say through gritted teeth.

He then walks back to the elevator, dragging me to with him.

I take one last glance at Finnick, his fists clenching, he winks at me before I have to turn away from him.

Cal's arm is still around me when the doors close.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?" He asks.

"Uhm... no?" I pretend to be confused, "why? Is something wrong?"

I turn to face him, but his hand is suddenly grabbing me by the neck, pushing me against the elevator's wall. My eyes widen and immediately hold his wrist to push him off.

"You wouldn't lie to me, would you, my sweetness?" He asks, with a sweet tone, which terrifies me even more.

"No... Cal..." I weakly mutter out.

"No?" He asks again.

"Of... of course not." I keeo try to push him away, "you're.. you're hurting me, Cal." I choke out.

"I hope you enjoy your little job..." he move his face closer to mine, "because once we're married... you belong to me, my princess, do you understand?" He growls, and I nod, "say it."

"I... I understand." Speaking feels so hard.

"Good girl." He smiles.

"Let... let go..." I ask, never once stopped pushing at his hand.

"Your fight is one of the things I love the most about you, you know?" He whispers, his lips too close to mine now, "but I won't tolerate it much longer."

I nod in understanding.

"Yes... C-cal." I say, after he slightly glared at me.

"Good girl." He says before kissing me.

He lets my neck go and I gasp for air, pushing him away as I catch my breath. His hand find its way into my hair, he grabs it and pulls me up again.

"Have a good night, tomorrow's is a big day." He whispers into my ear.

He leaves a kiss on my cheek, and thankfully the doors open again to the first floor, and he steps out of the elevator.

I still catch my breath, but when the doors close, I collapse on the floor. I can't keep in the sobs forming in my throat. I softly caress the skin of my neck, it's going to bruise tomorrow, I'll have to ask Effie to help me cover it up.

I take a very deep breath, pull the jacket around and wait for the elevator to arrive back to 12.

Everything is quiet and dark, maybe everyone is asleep, so I walk into the kitchen to get some water.

"Hey."

I jump and turn around, Peeta looks at me alarmed. I let out a sigh of relief once I see him.

"Sorry... hi." I say.

"Are you okay?" He cautiously walks closer.

"Yeah... yeah, I'm okay, Peeta." I tell him, I notice his eyes are on my neck and I quickly cover it.

"What happened?" He asks.

"Nothing, really don't worry about me." I smile at him.

"You remember my first night here?" He asks and I nod, sighing as I already know what he's hinting at, "I asked you not to worry about me, but you ignored me, stayed and helped me feel better."

"That was different," I try to smile, "you were about to face death. I'm not."

"But you're my friend." He states.

I look at him, it warms my heart, I know we all created a bond, but hearing him openly calling me a friend makes my heart ache in a good way.

I sigh, deciding to just tell him.

"I met Cal in the elevator." I say, "he found me talking to Finnick and... he definitely didn't like it." I see him opening his mouth to say something, "I'm okay. And I can handle him."

"It... it shouldn't be like that..."

"Just like you all being thrown into an arena to fight for your life." I sadly smile, "I'm okay, Peeta, really."

He nods, gives me one last look, to check on me, and walks back to his room.

I sit in the kitchen, still caressing the skin of my neck. It hurts. I let the tears fall freely.

I need this to go well, we all need this to go well, I don't think I would survive this time if I lose them all...

I wouldn't want to survive.

#finnick imagine #finnick odair fic #finnick odair #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair imagine #finnick x reader #the hunger games x y/n #the hunger games x reader #the hunger games fic #the hunger games imagine #the hunger games #finnick odair fluff #finnick fluff

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spacemonkeysalsa · 2 months

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I hate all your Astarion backstory headcanons.

Some hilarious people I follow on Xwitter trolled folks into thinking that some information had been found about Astarion having a wife or something, and so I decided that today is a good day to rant about this:

I think coming up with a detailed backstory for a character like this misses the point of him completely. Astarion talks about loss a lot, talks about what Cazador made him, he says there's nothing left of the person he was besides a name on a rock, he doesn't remember his face, his eye color, and the only details he does remember relate directly to his death. Combine that with the suggestion that his elven meditation cycle has been completely fucked up through trauma, thus making it difficult to relive his childhood memories, and the fact that they talked about giving him backstory, recorded some stuff for EA even, but ultimately took all of it out, and what you've got is a character defined by the total loss of himself.

I think the fans who make him out to be a saint before Cazador are probably leaning a little too far into romanticization of the character, but the fans who insist he must have been the corrupt hedonist that was hinted at in the EA backstory, are underestimating both how easy it would have been to just leave that material in the game, and also just how much someone's understanding of mercy and justice would be unmade by two centuries of torment with a master who teaches you that cruelty is power and that acts of mercy get you walled in a tomb for a year.

Hell, I was only in law school like 7 years ago and there's nothing left of the person who believed in justice back then and my only excuse is *gestures to society*

You think his attitude in Ansur's trials means that was what he what he was like as a judge? You think the Gur must've attacked him because he was corrupt? Or that it must have been a set-up by Cazador who found some cruel poetic irony in tricking monster hunters into attacking someone before they become a monster? You think you've seen some glimmer of the person Astarion "used to be" in the things he says and does?

I don't think you did. I think all of that was more than likely a reflection of Cazador; Cazador who is obsessed with control, with power, and with his own opinions, his prejudices and his influence. I wouldn't bet on there being a sliver left of the person he unmade, because he'd make sure to deprogram it out of him.

We will never know the living person Astarion was. Headcanon is inevitable, and I've got my own, but it doesn't really matter. He could have been the nicest guy, or the worst person you know, or something very boring in between, and the result is still the same.

He's gone.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #baldur's gate 3 astarion #bg3 astarion

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discar · 7 days

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HZD Terraforming Base-001 Text Communications Network

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[Zo] has been promoted to ADMIN

ADMIN [Zo]: What just happened!?

HIMBO: DID WE LOSE EVERYONE AT GEMINI?

DIVINER: A hard disconnect can have any number of causes! It might be nothing!!

MARSHAL Kotallo: You are not this naive.

DIVINER: ...yeah

MARSHAL Kotallo: What's the plan?

ADMIN [Zo]: I...

ADMIN [Zo]: I'll go to GEMINI, try to determine exactly what happened. Everyone else, regroup back at the Base. Try to make sure you're not followed. We don't know what went wrong yet.

MARSHAL Kotallo: Confirmed.

DIVINER: Confirmed!

HIMBO: YEAH, CONFIRMED.

ADMIN [Zo]: Erend, I need you with me. In case we need to move anything.

HIMBO: SURE, FAIR.

----

HIMBO: SO WE'VE GOT TERRIBLE NEWS, BAD NEWS, AND MAYBE POSSIBLY NOT BAD NEWS.

HIMBO: ARE YOU TWO BACK AT THE BASE?

DIVINER: Yes, we're here!

HIMBO: THERE'S A BOX UNDER MY BED. OPEN IT.

DIVINER: Um.

DIVINER: Is this really the time for that??

MARSHAL Kotallo: This is alcohol.

DIVINER: Oh, phew.

DIVINER: [Relief.gif]

MARSHAL Kotallo: What did you think it was?

DIVINER: Nothing?

HIMBO: WHATEVER. POINT IS, YOU'LL NEED IT. RIPPING THE ARROW OUT:

HIMBO: WE FOUND VARL. HIS BODY, THAT IS.

DIVINER: !!!!!

MARSHAL Kotallo: Damn it.

HIMBO: BETA, ALOY, AND GAIA'S BOX ARE ALL MISSING. WHICH IS THE MAYBE NOT BAD NEWS, BECAUSE THERE'S NO SIGN THEY WERE HURT.

HIMBO: I'M TRYING TO DO THAT TRACKING THING THAT ALOY DOES, BUT I'M NOT AS GOOD AT IT YET.

DIVINER: Also, how many tracks do flying people leave??

HIMBO: NOT MANY, BUT I ALREADY FOUND A FEW THINGS. IT'S WEIRD.

MARSHAL Kotallo: Where is Zo?

HIMBO: SHE'S, UH, TAKING A MOMENT TO COMPOSE HERSELF.

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ADMIN [Zo]: We're on our way back. There was not enough evidence to follow the Zeniths. We don't know where Beta and Aloy are.

DIVINER: But they're alive, right??

ADMIN [Zo]: We have no evidence they were hurt. All the blood was...

ADMIN [Zo]: Not theirs.

HIMBO: MY FOCUS INSISTS THERE WAS A FIGHT, THOUGH. I COULDN'T GET FULL DETAILS, BUT SOMETHING WEIRD HAPPENED.

DIVINER: Did you find Varl's Focus?? You should be able to check the video!

HIMBO: YEAH, BUT THE RECORDING ENDS WHEN HE

HIMBO: WHEN HE GOT DISCONNECTED.

ADMIN [Zo]: When that Zenith stabbed him.

HIMBO: ...YEAH.

MARSHAL Kotallo: If there are no bodies, then we have to assume the Zeniths took them.

HIMBO: DO YOU REALLY THINK THEY COULD TAKE ALOY?

MARSHAL Kotallo: She's not invincible.

HIMBO: YEAH. YEAH, I KNOW.

HIMBO: BUT I STILL CAN'T IMAGINE THEM TAKING HER.

MARSHAL Kotallo: If she escaped, I would assume she would have either contacted us by now or left a trail.

DIVINER: What if she's hurt somewhere??

ADMIN [Zo]: She still would have left a trail. Erend and I searched for any signs, both with our Focuses and without. There was nothing.

HIMBO: BUT SHE HAS TO BE OUT THERE SOMEWHERE.

MARSHAL Kotallo: My worst fear is that she may mount a one-woman attack on the Zeniths.

DIVINER: She wouldn't do that...

DIVINER: Right??

ADMIN [Zo]: The one time she worked with allies, Varl died and something happened to Beta and GAIA. She might decide it's not safe to involve us.

HIMBO: I THINK YOU GUYS ARE UNDERESTIMATING HER. SHE'S PROBABLY JUST RECOVERING SOMEWHERE.

ADMIN [Zo]: I hope so. It's the lack of any contact that has me worried. She has spare Focuses. If she's awake, she should be able to contact us.

DIVINER: There aren't many things that can block a Focus! Though the disconnection might make getting back in touch more difficult than it needs to be, it shouldn't be that hard!

DIVINER: She can just search for available Focuses in the region and she'll find us. It's not like she has to memorize all our phone numbers!

HIMBO: WHAT'S A PHONE NUMBER?

MARSHAL Kotallo: Let us assume the worst: That all three were captured by the Zeniths. What do we do?

ADMIN [Zo]: I...

ADMIN [Zo]: I don't know.

HIMBO: WE'D HAVE TO ATTACK THE ZENITHS, RIGHT? IT'S OUR ONLY OPTION.

MARSHAL Kotallo: We would need allies, though.

MARSHAL Kotallo: I vote we immediately coordinate with Hekarro to defeat the rebels.

HIMBO: WAIT, RIGHT NOW?

MARSHAL Kotallo: Yes.

HIMBO: OUR FRIEND JUST DIED, WE NEED AT LEAST FIVE MINUTES!

MARSHAL Kotallo: You have until you return to the Base.

HIMBO: THAT'S RIDICULOUS!

ADMIN [Zo]: Enough, both of you.

ADMIN [Zo]: We'll discuss this when we return to the Base. Until then, everyone just remain calm, remain strong. We will get through this.

[E9-Focus-0133] is calling ADMIN [Zo]

[Warning: This is an unregistered number. Faro Automated Solutions does not guarantee your safety, security, or data integrity when using this service. Please practice safe communication protocols.]

ADMIN [Zo]: ...huh.

HIMBO: WHAT? DID YOU GET A MESSAGE?

ADMIN [Zo]: Someone is calling me.

DIVINER: Answer it! It could be Aloy!!

MARSHAL Kotallo: Don't answer it. It could be the Zeniths.

ADMIN [Zo]: If they could contact us directly, everything would be so much worse.

ADMIN [Zo]: ...I'm going to answer it.

ADMIN [Zo] has entered a voice chat with [E9-Focus-0133]

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btnclmrttn · 2 years

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Could I please request HCs for Saitama, Genos, Sonic, and Garou, for either a friend or s/o either is fine) that’s a werewolf? They got bit at a young age and turn into one every full moon. As a werewolf, they’re not actively aggressive unless they’re being attacked. Really, they’re a big softy who wants to pig out on meat, drop a dead deer at your feet. A big softy that’s also tough as hell given they spent a good portion of their life being hunted as a werewolf. (P.S You’re doing great 👍🏽)

thank v much I hope I got this accurate to werewolf lore

Werewolf Reader

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Saitama

Werewolf is just fancy language for big dog to him

It caught him off guard at first, understandably, likely underestimating how much of a change it was, but he got used to it

He's mad about all the fur you have on the low. It's crossed his mind asking you to also bite him if it meant he had some hair, but he wont go through with it

Your company is appreciated during winter full moons. He would like to lay on you, and save on his electric bill. Bald people always be cold

If you drop a dead anything for him he's gonna be happy about the free food you just provided

Hunters aren't a problem at all as he's on it, and any aggression you may show towards potential threats don't bother him. He'll be trying to count how many teeth you have, though, if bared.

He keeps making twilight jokes and you can't stop him. If he could get his hands on a Team Jacob shirt it would be the best inside joke he's ever had

Genos

Unaffected entirely he givesn't a shit

He's gonna make sure you get more than enough to eat by assisting in tracking down potential meals. He'll let you do the hunting part, partially because it's good for you and also to observe your behaviors

Becomes like an expert overnight, plenty of Genos-splaining things you should watch out with eating and good exercises and all that for your big dog brain

He insists petting you is absolutely beneficial to your well being as a werewolf and gives the best tummy rubs

Rly he just thinks you're just the cutest damn thing he's ever seen and he can't explain it so he won't say anything

Anything you drop before him is greatly appreciated and he will use every inch of it in some way

He's damn upset there's no dog toys with your size even though you've explained it's not necessary many times

Sonic

It was a bit of a what the fuck moment but he got over it quickly

He likes to see how much your strength/speed changes while in this form, so he plays lots of games with you but calls it training

Always brushing your fur. Keeps breaking brushes on your fur.

He loves you, really he does, but please don't give him anything dead it's gonna make him have jitters. Because it's just a whole ass deer at his feet. A rat wouldn't bother him as much.

Yes he'll say thank you but he'll be looking green

You'll never notice if you were even being stared at. He's the best at getting rid of hunters, and you wouldn't know it unless he said something

He sometimes can get access to quality meat. Likes to spoil you a little so you don't have to go out looking for some.

If someone owes him money for a job he did he's borrowing you to scare it out of them. Whether he gets it or not he doesn't care if you end up eating them.

Garou

He thinks it's the sickest shit ever he has a werewolf companion and would be so fucking hype

Makes it a competition who can hunt the most meat. He's pigging out with you

If you're large enough he wants a ride. It would make him so happy. Top speed through the woods in the middle of the night

He just kind of forgets you're also human at the time, and will just be petting you and talking to you like you're a whole dog fr

Play fighting is very fun with Garou

Anyone that dares to even look at you wrong is dead immediately. You being vulnerable to hunters an all makes him see a bit of himself and it makes him incredibly defensive towards you

You can eat them if you want it makes hiding evidence easier

You're the best bed a guy could ask for. He loves sleeping with you especially during full moon nights

#one punch man #opm #opm x reader #hcs #saitama #genos #speed o sound sonic #garou #saitama x reader #anime #genos x reader #sonic x reader #garou x reader #garou x y/n #the four horseman of opm #saitama hcs

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redpersik15 · 1 year

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Greetings to all of you!

This art shows my character in "LP.Perfect World"

Her name is Rachel. She is 20. Birthday September 26th. Height 167 cm, weight 57 kg.

Since childhood, she lived and grew up with her father. She did not know her mother. Since my father worked very hard, he had to hire nannies. Rachel stayed with the nannies until she started school.At the end of her studies, she was given the algorithm (or, in other words, the profession) of the artist, as she wanted. The first few years the girl was not so popular. At the age of 19, one of her paintings gained quite a lot of popularity, because of which the artist became famous throughout Alotherra. This year she meets her future best friend - Kavinsky, and the poet, whose work is underestimated - Voldemar. A year later, the girl meets the main characters - Kate, Radan, Lololoshka and Raya. Rachel could see they were up to something, but she didn't really care. But after Kavinsky changed his orange glasses to blue ones, the artist had questions. Upon learning that the guys were going to overthrow the Empire once and for all, Rachel joined their rebel movement, "The Shining". The girl began to paint pictures related to the fact that the Empire is evil, but she did not show it directly, but only making a hint in her works.

But before all this, the girl managed to get acquainted with one kind woman, whose name is Clara. Clara is Rachel's biological mother. But neither of them know about it.This is because Clara was erased (meaning that her memory was erased), accusing her of helping a criminal person.And having "introduced" Clara to his father, a few weeks later Julien (Rachel's father) told his daughter everything. The girl told her mother about it. She really wanted her family to be reunited, but when she tried to talk to her father about this topic, he constantly turned away from her and tried to change the subject of the conversation. Soon the uprising began.And after that, Rachel finally lost touch with her father. Only her mother and her best friend were nearby. If not for them, the girl would not be able to withstand all the emotions and feelings inside herself. And after all, when the uprisings ended, and the Empire fell, Rachel began to look for her father. She was too worried about him. And she was also worried about her mother.Therefore, she, like a good daughter, had to reunite her family so that everyone was together.Rachel didn't make it to Vanessa's wedding because she didn't want to go, even though Kavinsky invited her along and insisted on it. And now the girl is looking for her father.

The art shown above was drawn in Ask.

Translation:

1. D-death?!

2. Sorry, I don't really like this topic... But since you asked..

3. Yes, I have seen someone die, more than once. Especially during the uprising. Those people were not close to me, but it was unpleasant to see their death...

And the question that was asked was: "Have you ever seen someone die?"

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haechanniesunflowers · 3 years

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Mafia!Ateez reaction to s/o being abused by her family

Warnings: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK domestic abuse, bruises, scars, toxic family behaviour, manipulation, torture, mentions of blood, smoking, murder, death

I'm so sorry if this made you uncomfortable, my dms are always open if you want to talk about anything

Requested by @racheloveyunho

It only gets darker and longer with the next member

Hongjoong

He came home early so you weren't prepared and were wearing a tanktop with shorts

He saw the bruises on your back and thighs

When he asked you about it later that day, you sobbed and told him that your brothers beat you because you insisted on moving in with Hongjoong

Would pretend that it didn't affect him but on the inside he's furious

He himself doesn't like to physically discipline anyone unless it is necessary or they get on his nerves and bring him to that point

How dare they lay a finger on you

He wouldn't change his behaviour with you, he'd be his usual caring self, all the while planning to knock some sense into your brothers

He laid a trap for your brothers to fall right into and met with them personally

He's a reasonable man so he started with talking to them but when they didn't listen and called him slurs he threatened to murder them

They knew Hongjoong was a part of a mafia and didn't want to anger him any further

They promised him that they would treat you better

Seonghwa

You told him you tripped and fell while you were packing your things to move in with him and that's how you got the bruise on your head and a busted lip

He bought it honestly because he's soft for you and couldn't see you like that so his focus was to get you the medical treatment you needed

You were happy with him and spent almost all of your time with him but he didn't want to hold you back form meeting your friends and family

You were ecstatic to meet your friends but not your family

They hurt you after all

So when he had someone drop you off to your family house, you were nervous but still went inside to meet them

What you got was taunts and verbal abuse

When you tried convincing them that Seonghwa was indeed very kind and loving towards you, they hit you so hard, you lost your balance and your back hit the glass corner of the table which you tried holding onto and ended up scratching your upper arm, drawing blood

You were shocked and hurt and ran out of the house

You hailed a taxi and went to your friend's house and told Seonghwa to pick you up from there

When he came home that night, you were already asleep

In the morning he woke up and found you in the kitchen at the brink of tears and you cheek was a little swollen and purplish

He asked you what happened but you said you liked hanging out with your friends yesterday and these were tears of joy and that your swollen cheek was because you ran into a glass wall

He believed you like always and wrapped his arms around you to pull you into an embrace and accidentally put pressure on the bruise on your back from yesterday

You yelped and arched your back

This time he didn't ask you but lifted your shirt to see for himself, despite your protests and was shocked to say the least

He made you feel comfortable enough to tell him that it was your family's doing

He reassured you that everything will be okay and that you could stay with him forever

That night he paid your family a visit after you went to sleep

They never contacted you again

Yunho

Your family was very religious and never really messed with you because Yunho made it very clear how protective he was towards you

Any bitter comment from your family would earn them a death glare from Yunho

He'd stare them down until they got super uncomfortable

Nobody knew what he was capable of, other than the fact that he was involved with a mafia

Your family wanted you to stay away from him but you loved him and he had promised to protect you and shield you from the mafia life

Yunho's girlfriend had no face, no one in the mafia world had ever seen you

One day you were visiting your family to celebrate your sister's birthday

You felt unwelcomed, you own blood was making you feel uncomfortable

When the guests had left and it was time to open the presents, your brother told you to go home

You were embarrassed but tried to reason with him that you guys were family

He started saying hurtful things and called you a slut and accused you of selling yourself to a dirty mafia rat who kills people for a living. He said you are nothing but his whore and he will replace you one day when he is tired of you and then you will have no one to turn to because they didn't consider you family anymore

You got up and went to the home. The home Yunho had made in the middle of a dense forest to hide you and came to see you almost every day

Yunho had decided to complete his work in advance today so he could spend more time with you in the next days, since you said you would be at your family house today

You unlocked the door and went in crying. You were wailing so hard that you laid on the floor in the lobby

You screamed when you felt someone grab you by your arms and made you sit up

Yunho looked at you in shock and worry, you nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck and cried your heart out, not caring if you were being loud and looking like a mess

You didn't need to tell him what had happened because he was aware your family had something to do with this

You woke up in bed the next day, feeling numb but had a severe headache

You looked around the room and saw a shirtless Yunho starting outside the window, you called out to him "Yunho..."

"I don't want to know what they did or said. I'm never ever going to allow you to meet them again. It took everything I had in me to stop from murdering them because I don't want to hurt you, but I can't have anyone else hurting you either"

He turned around and looked furious, you had only once seen him this angry when a spy from another mafia broke into your house and tried to stab you. Yunho had ripped his jaw off of his face with his bare hands in front of you and you fainted from shock from the intensity of the situation

Right now he had the same look on his face and you didn't want to anger him any further

Yeosang

He had never been the one to talk a lot

His calm and collected nature made people underestimate him

Your family used to love Yeosang and were supportive of your relationship with him, they were happy when you moved in with him, but that was before they knew who he was

Only you knew that Yeosang was a cold blooded killer. He was his gang's ace, he was sharp, very intelligent and very manipulative, not to mention he was the second most strongest member and was very good with weapons, his speciality being butterfly knives. He killed people the bad guys and felt no remorse. His gang members often joke that he only feels two emotions, rage when the bad guys cause menace and love towards you.

He got you pregnant and you were now worried but Yeosang had reassured you that no one in this world will ever lay a finger on you as long as he is by your side. He made you feel safe and loved. He didn't trust anyone to help you around the house so he stayed home to help you.

One day your family came over to meet you and ask after you unannounced, you being 7 months pregnant, were home alone

They wanted to see your huge house, you were nervous because you didn't want them to see some rooms but couldn't keep up with them because you got tired from walking

Then the unthinkable happened, they saw everything. They saw Yeosang's training room, his collection of knives and bulletin boards with photos of people, nasty looking people. One board had two sets of photos of the same person, one photo was for Yeosang to know who to attack and the other photo of the same person killed by him. Yeosang never wanted you to see the contents of the room, let alone your family.

They told you to come with them and to leave Yeosang but you tried to tell them that you were more than okay and wanted to stay with him

It all happened too fast, your father grabbed you by your arm, dragged you outside and forced you to sit in the car while your mother pleaded to him to not shove you around like that in this state. They didn't drive home, they were fleeing the city to get as far away from Yeosang as possible

You were screaming, your parents paid no attention to you, they thought you were protesting but actually you were screaming because of the excruciating pain you were experiencing. You were bleeding and your mom had noticed it but they were on a highway and there was no hospital nearby. They couldn't do anything about it so they kept driving out of the city, your father hoping the child would die in your womb because he now hated Yeosang and wouldn't be able to love his child either.

You fainted and after 2 hours of driving, they got to a hospital. No one knew but you were carrying twins, sadly one of them had died in your womb while the other was born healthy. You were now fighting for your life. Your parents were scared for you and afraid of being tracked down by Yeosang.

You and your baby spent a month in the hospital and recovered enough for your parents take you with them

On the other side Yeosang was on the verge of a mental breakdown. He was out looking for you, now scared and confused and in rage. He didn't know who had taken you away and was frustrated and tired but he couldn't let you go. You were the love of his life and the only person in the world who ever loved him.

He got a lead on you and within hours was outside the house where your parents were hiding you.

He broke in the house in the middle of the night and found you crying on the bed with a sleeping child by your side. He instantly became soft at the sight, all the rage he had in him was replaced by love. He softly called to you and you whipped your head up and instantly ran to him.

You begged him not to harm your parents and he couldn't say no. He silently took you and his month old son back home in the dead of the night

San

San was not one person, he had two kinds of personalities, one was a ruthless assassin and the other, a passionate lover. Both personalities had him being manipulative in common

He absolutely hated your family because you were a free spirit and liked taking risks while they were the complete opposites and often tried holding you back but you always loved an adventure and that's how you ended up with Choi San.

You dispised your family the same as they did you. You were so used to the beating that you felt nothing now. Profanities were very common too and you wanted nothing but to slap each and every one of them and run away.

You were head over heals for him the moment he crossed paths with you but you didn't show that to him. He tried manipulating you into getting you to sleep with him but you knew better and brushed him off

He was used to women being on their knees for him so you not doing that was a challenge for him and he was hell bent on getting you to like him

He was going crazy over you and started meeting you at your workplace during his missions, like he had to kill a man in 30 minutes but he just had to see you first

When you weren't giving in to his art of seduction, he tried a different way

He asked you out like a decent human being and you said yes, wow that was easy, right?

No, you made him work hard for your love and affection and he was obsessed with making you happy to feel loved by you and by the time San realized what was going on, it was too late

He was madly in love with you and practically drooling over you

He finally asked you to move in with him and you said yes even though you knew your family would disapprove. You went home and packed your stuff and tried to leave but your family members didn't let you leave and in an effort of saving you from inevitable destruction which was Choi San, they beat you to the point you passed out.

They texted San from your phone, pretending to be you and told him to stay away and leave you alone, that you wanted nothing to do with him.

San was confused and scared when he got that text from you and texted you back to take your time and rethink your decision.

You woke up in your room at some point during the night, unable to open one eye because it had been bruised badly. Your head was bleeding and the blood had dried on your face. You left leg hurt a lot because of you lying in an unnatural position. You didn't have your phone or anything else

You felt empty and all you wanted was to be in San's loving embrace

It was now or never

You escaped from your window and somehow managed to get to San's front door, it was almost morning

You knocked on his door and called for him

He opened the door after some time and took in your form

He was in too much rage but he had to tend to you first

A few weeks later he came home and told you that he made sure your family is now in another city far away from you and won't contact you again

A tear slipped down your face, you were free from their torment

You kissed San and thanked him

He would do anything to make you happy

Mingi

Mingi was the notorious mafia leader who has connections with the government and the dark world

He had money and fame (the good and bad kind) and all that was missing was love and you filled that void

He loved you too much and would never let anyone hurt you

People knew better

So your own family, your own blood hurting you for wanting to live with Mingi didn't sit well with him

He was distracted at work and all he could see was your face, your tear filled eyes, your bruised arm and your distraught state

He wished he had sent someone to get you from your family house sooner so you didn't have to go through the abuse

He wished you never told them about it and just moved in with him

You were in his home, resting in his bed, thinking about what had happened

Did they really didn't see any good in Mingi?

Did they really have to hit you?

Did you do the right thing?

These thoughts flooded your mind and you were just as distracted

Mingi came home in a hurry and told you to come with him

You asked him where you guys are going and he says we're going to get back at them

He took you to your house and barged right in, unannounced

Seeing Mingi in person was overwhelming and your family were scared, pleading to him to let them go

Mingi told them that he was going to kill them for hurting you and there was panic and chaos

You came to stand next to him, squeezed his hand and softly told him that you want to go home

He couldn't say no to you so he warned them that this isn't over and took you home

You talked to Mingi and convinced him to let them go because they were your family after all

He's the one who said that if the loved toy and cared for you, they wouldn't hurt you like this and family doesn't mean you have to tolerate this kind I'd behavior when you're old enough to make decisions for yourself

You kissed him and wondered why couldn't your family see the good in him

Wooyoung

It started off with you slowly telling your folks about what Wooyoung did for a living

You were smart, so you didn't tell them about his business until you moved in with him otherwise they would have disapproved

You didn't mention that he tortured people and killed them without remorse, no, you said that he works with an organization that eliminates evil people which was true in essence

Your family was having none of it

They wanted you as far away from him as possible

You loved him and he loved you but they didn't believe it

They kept you from leaving the house and since Wooyoung was away for some time on a mission he didn't know

It was only when he got home that he found out that you hadn't returned, but he didn't think much of it because you were with your family

You on the other hand were panicking not only because you were being forced to stay away from Wooyoung but also because you just found out that you were pregnant

You had to get back to him no matter what

You refused to eat or talk to your family members, only demanding to meet Wooyoung

When he didn't get any message from you he began to get suspicious

He sent someone disguised as a delivery boy over to your house to check up on you and got word that you were sick and locked in your room

He got up and drove to your house in the middle of the night and broke through the front door. He didn't care who got in his way and pushed and punched whoever protested

He got to your room and demanded that you open it

You did and jumped at him, told him you were pregnant and they were keeping you from going back to him and cried

He took you in his arms and was taking you back with him

Your father threatened to call the police and Wooyoung simply said "say hi to chief inspector Jeon from me" leaving the father shocked

You were happy to be back with your lover and were excited about the baby, the same as Wooyoung

Jongho

Probably the strongest man in the whole mafia world

Everyone feared him

He didn't have to say twice for what he wanted because people had heard how he smashed someone's skull open with his bare fists

He had asked you to move in with him and you happily said yes

But when you told your family about your decision they asked you if you were crazy

You didn't listen to them and started packing

They weren't going to let you go to some barbarian

But you weren't listening so they had to do it the hard way

Deep down you were happy to leave because your family had always been abusive and toxic

When you were asked to leave with your suitcases your father grabbed you by your arm and shoved you against the wall

"you bitch, you really think you can disobey me?"

Your mother held you by your hair and slapped you so hard your nose started bleeding

They beat you severely and you had stopped screaming at this point

You thought you were going to die when they left you like this on the kitchen floor

You don't know what got into you but you got on your feet and ran out the front door where you were stopped by Jongho waiting for you beside his car

He saw you and gently pushed you aside and went straight inside the house

He came out after almost 20 minutes, blood splattered on his face and clothes

You were already in shock from the beating that you didn't question him

He got in the car with you, held your face in his hands and said "don't worry, I called an ambulance for them, they just might be okay"

With that your heart sank but you were too shaken to feel sad for them so you just cried

Jongho took you home

#ateez #ateez yandere #mafia ateez #ateez icons #yandere ateez #ateez x reader #ateez au #ateez reactions #ateez hongjoong #ateez seonghwa #ateez yunho #ateez yeosang #ateez san #ateez mingi #ateez wooyoung #ateez jongho #ateez mafia au #ateez scenarios

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mixelation · 2 years

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💘 and 💢?

controversial shipping asks

Ship that is unpopular but you still like: 💘

answered here!

Ship that is most misunderstood: 💢

(SHOVES EVERY OFF MY DESK AND SLAMS MY FISTS ON IT) HERE'S WHAT PEOPLE DON'T GET ABOUT ITADEI--

actually itachi is a very confusing character to understand and i've overthought it to the point where i get mad if he's too nice but i also get mad if he's (narratively) being treated like he's a moron or a monster instead of just like. a fucked up and very complex man. so basically i think a lot of itachi ships are.... not "misunderstood" but maybe a lot people aren't interested in preserving this aspect of him once he enters a romantic relationship. i also really like ItaSaku and i think trying to make him a generic hetero romantic lead instead of a fucked up little man is one thing that gets "misunderstood" frequently with this ship (the other and more annoying "misunderstanding" is that sakura needs to prove her worth via her relationship with a man, but that's another rant)

anyway, i get that my preferred take on itachi maybe isn't the most common and also that he's a hard character to write, so i will accept too!nice!itachi anything else that's not just outright bashing. however the thing that often gets me about itadei in terms of characterization is fandom's frequent insistence on making deidara a cutesy, vaguely infantilized "never did anything wrong in his life" uwu bean. are you kidding? where's the guy who tried to blow up Suna and sat on the kazekage's corpse? where's the guy who gets shojo bubbles blowing up a castle and all its inhabitants? where's the guy who got both arms chopped off on the same mission and was still running around and screaming at people? come ON

and then in terms of their actual relationship, i think people often sleep on the fact that deidara, like.... desperately wants itachi's acknowledgement and attention? he doesn't just HATE him-- he wants to itachi to see that deidara is better than him. he's going to murder him to show him that deidara's art (and by extension deidara himself) has always been better than him. and then, horribly, deidara also apparently enjoys seeing itachi doing what he does and calls him "art" in canon. like these are fairly complex & conflicting feelings you can play with here; it's not just a plain "i hate him, hm!!!"

we don't really see much in canon on how itachi feels about deidara, but i do see people who dislike this ship talking about how "itachi doesn't even know who he is" or "itachi hates his guts" and guys. we honestly don't know....? well, NO, we do know itachi knows exactly who deidara is. we don't really know what his canon opinion of him is. he could think he's annoying. he could secretly think he's funny. he could secretly appreciate deidara's insane attack range. i don't think itachi is outright stupid enough to think deidara is weak or harmless, although he might underestimate him in some areas (like genjutsu), or only verbalize criticisms bc itachi's a dick

the final misunderstanding is that if they figured it out and got along, there would somehow not be fire. there would be SO MUCH fire. it would be great

#itadei #ask meme answer

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nashibirne · 3 years

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London Calling - 2

So, guys...I know it took me a while but here it is. Part 2 of Bodyguard! August and his adventures in London. I hope there are still some people out there who want to read this. Enjoy and let me know what you think! Every single comment/reblog/like is very appreciated 💜

Pairing: August Walker x ofc (Lucretia "Lu" Johnson)

Words: ~ 3.2

Summary and A/N: This story plays with the thought of "what if…" What if August Walker had taken another road? What if he had turned into John Lark for completely different reasons? What if he had found love before becoming a bitter, disillusioned man?So the events of "London Calling" take place about ten years prior to MI:Fallout and August Walker hasn't joined the CIA yet, he's an FBI Agent and his new mission in London that lies ahead of him is going to be a challenging one. Maybe it's even going to change his life.

Find the previous chapter and my other fics here: Nashi's Masterlist.

Warnings: 18+! This story deals with the topic of a toxic/abusive relationship, gaslighting and problematic behavior of one of the protagonists in general. Please don't read if these topics trigger you or make you feel uncomfortable.

English is not my mother tongue but the lovely @sillyrabbit81 was so kind to be my very helpful and patient Beta! Thank you so, so much, bunny 🐇💜 (Edited by me, so there might still be mistakes and they're all mine)

Credits/Disclaimer: I don't own August Walker or anything related to MI:Fallout. Pics for the moodboard from pinterest, face claims: Lu - Hannah van der Westhuysen, Adam - Freddie Thorpe. FaceApp helped me with making August look a little younger.

Ready? Let's go!

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"John Lark," Adam said to Lu, who was sitting opposite of him at the dining table, having a coffee and some fruits for breakfast. He grinned and rolled his eyes. "What a boring name. Let's hope he has a boring personality as well and likes staying in the background just like poor old Eddie."

Lu shook her head with a sad smile. "I still can't believe he's dead. I mean, one moment he's alive and kicking and then he misses a red light and is six feet under."

"He should have been careful, baby. He was an idiot anyway. Please don't tell me you liked the old grinch." Adam ran a hand through his light brown hair and gave her a surprised glance.

"I did like him and he wasn't old, not even 50. He was a nice guy, always friendly and helpful." She leaned back in her chair with a sigh and looked out of the large windows that gave a fantastic view on the Thames and the city of London.

"Did you fuck him?"

Lu froze at the coldness in his voice, that sent icy shivers down her spine.

"Of course not, I…I would never...he wouldn't have..." She stared at the man she was going to marry in just a few months, eyes wide, lump in her throat, feeling offended and unsettled by his accusation.

Adam burst out laughing. "You should see your face, Lu," he chuckled with a big grin on his attractive face. "It's hilarious, you're so easy to lead on, darling. It's really cute how naive you can be. That's exactly the reason why I have to look after you by the way. People take advantage of you but no one fucks around with Adam Mayfield." He gave her a wink but she knew he wasn't just teasing her, he meant it. Lu forced a grin, trying to relax and regain her composure by taking a deep breath. Getting serious he reached over the table and took her hand, pressing a tender kiss on her knuckles. "I was joking of course, I know you are loyal, baby. You're not a cheating whore. If you were I wouldn't marry you and if you were I would know. Nothing remains a secret to me. Nothing, Lu. Never forget that. No secrets."

She gave him a sweet smile and squeezed his hand, her heart beating like crazy. "No secrets," she said because she knew that's what he wanted to hear.

Adam gave her an approving nod, obviously content with her answer.

"So, until Lark arrives the day after tomorrow, Big Ben is gonna take care of you."

"What about you, won't you need him?"

Lu was genuinely surprised. Since Eddie's accident, Andy, the third member of their security staff, had taken over his duties. Big Ben was Adam's bodyguard, more than that actually, over the years he had become his right hand, his assistant, his eyes, his ears, his shadow. The middle aged man, with the thin, sparse light blonde hair and the hooked nose that dominated his puffy face with the pasty complexion, was a nice guy on first sight, always very polite and friendly, always up for a joke, but he had something in his watery eyes that scared Lu. Maybe it was because he was so loyally devoted to Adam. Lu had never heard him question any order, he did whatever he was told to and Lu was absolutely convinced he would turn against her in the blink of an eye, if Adam asked him to. She feared him and she didn't trust him and she was quite sure the feeling was mutual.

"I can do without him for two days, right Ben?" He asked the man who was entering the room right then.

"Sir?"

"You'll look after Miss Johnson today and tomorrow and Andy will keep an eye on me."

"Of course," Big Ben nodded with a smile. The nickname was pretty ridiculous, because he was anything but big. He was neither tall nor broad. He was hardly Lu's height and a little overweight but he was tough and a skilled martial arts fighter. He had been pretty successful in his youth, winning various tournaments and he was still very strong and flexible. Lu had watched him doing some Jiu Jiutsu with Adam a few times and it had been impressive to see the stocky guy so agile and light-footed.

"I won't be much of a nuisance, Ben," Lu said, "I will be busy preparing the vernissage for the rest of the week, so we'll be at the gallery most of the time."

"That's fine, Miss Johnson. I like the gallery. I don't know much about art but you have some beautiful paintings there."

***

An hour later Big Ben was looking at one of these paintings and Lu was watching him closely. Something was off, not only today, it had been for a few days. It started with Adam letting Andy stay with her at the gallery all day. That was very unusual. Eddie had always run errands while she had been working or he had washed the car or whatever. She didn't need him around, the gallery was a safe place, nothing bad had ever been happening there. She had asked Andy a few times why it was necessary that he stayed but he'd always said he didn't know and was just following Mr. Mayfield's orders. And now there was Ben, who was obviously trying to pump some kind of information out of her, asking strange questions.

He was subtle, she had to admit that, but just like anyone, including Adam, he underestimated her. He and the rest of the world considered her to be just a blonde bimbo, Adam's arm candy, a classic gold digger and nothing more. She could hardly blame people for thinking that way and actually she even liked flying under the radar. It gave her a certain kind of freedom because nobody was really paying attention to what she did. Adam was the one in the limelight and since she'd never dare to steal his thunder even the yellow press found her too boring to write about her. So she was able to focus on her work and try to make herself a name as a galerist, not as Adam Mayfield's trophy girlfriend.

She knew most people thought she wasn't very clever, but as hard as her youth had been it had given her two very useful skills, street-smartness and the ability to judge character. She had more knowledge of human nature than most women her age and she for sure could tell when someone was trying to hide something from her.

"Eddie liked that painting too," she said with a smile. It was a lie, Eddie had never been taking interest in any of the artwork she presented in her gallery but she wanted to get Ben to talk.

"Really?" A sad look crossed Benjamin's face. He and Eddie had been pretty close and Lu imagined he was mourning his old friend badly.

She gave him a nod and a friendly smile. "You miss him, don't you?"

"Of course, Miss Johnson."

"Lu," she corrected him for the millionth time although she knew he'd continue calling her by her last name. She had no idea why he insisted on this formal way of addressing her, all the other staff members called her by her first name, but since he did the same with Adam she supposed it was just his way of showing respect and keeping a professional distance. "I miss him too. I can't believe he was so irresponsible. He was always such a careful driver, he never even got a ticket for wrong parking."

Big Ben wrinkled his nose. "I'm sure he wasn't acting irresponsibly. It was an accident."

"Well, Adam said he missed a red light because he was distracted by answering his phone. That's pretty irresponsible, if you ask me."

She saw his jaw working and his hands were balled into fists. Her accusations were making him angry and she assumed that meant they were wrong.

"We don't really know what happened. Just what the police file says," he replied with a shrug.

"And you assume that it's not telling the truth?"

"I don't assume anything, Miss Johnson. I believe in the things Mr Mayfield tells me. And so do you, I guess."

"Of course I do," Lu said quickly, dropping the topic, fully aware of the threat that his words involved. She had heard enough anyway.

****

August took a deep breath before he dropped his suitcase on the floor and took a look around. The room -his room- was nice. Big and bright, with large windows and a big bed that appeared to be very comfy. The en suite bathroom was luxurious and gave off spa vibes while the modern paintings and photographs on the walls made the room look like a very stylish and exclusive hotel suite. He liked that, but he had to remind himself that this wasn't a city trip for a weekend, this was his job and his new life.

He had spent the last days slipping on his new personality, becoming John Lark, embracing his alter ego. He grinned when saw his reflection in the window. That mustache and the three day stubble he wore now was an unusual sight but he had to admit he liked the new look, it suited him. August unpacked his suitcase, placing his clothes in the closet and the few personal items John Lark owned in and on the nightstand. A few books, a moleskin and a pen, a jump rope and a pull-up bar for staying in shape and his personal mobile. He had been handed out an official cell phone by that guy called Ben right at the airport where he had picked him up. He put on the watch Lark's mother had given him after high school graduation, his initials engraved on the back. 6:45. Fifteen minutes till dinner. He had been asked to eat with them to meet Mayfield and his Barbie. Miss Johnson. Just be professional, he scolded himself, she's your target.

Don't fuck this up. Kyle's words resonated in his head. This had to be his goddamn creed from now on if he wanted to join Erica Sloane's team at the CIA, and fuck he did. She was infamous for being the toughest and strictest woman at the agency and for being the best. Her team consisted of the most respected and effective agents and that was exactly where he belonged. He wanted to work with the best, he wanted to be top of the class, he intended to become primus inter pares. The best of the best, notorious, feared, valued, celebrated, desired...all those things that had been refused to him throughout his childhood and youth. He had been a victim till he joined the army, a loser, a pussy. Now he was a winner and he would become a champ and claim what he deserved.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Ready, Lark?"

"Coming."

He put on his jacket and straightened the soft brown fabric of his suit. Adjusting the matching tie, taking a deep breath he opened the door and smiled at Ben who just gave him a nod.

"Let's go," he said. "They're waiting."

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She knew John Lark was trouble the moment she saw him. It was nothing specific that made her feel this way, not his looks or his behaviour, it was more the aura that surrounded him. Lu couldn't quite put a finger on it, but she knew she had to be careful around him right away.

"Mr. Lark...John," Adam greeted his new employee friendly, flashing him a bright smile. "I suppose it's okay to call you John?" Not waiting for an answer he continued while shaking August's hand. "Really nice to meet you. Welcome to your new home."

August returned the smile. "Thank you, Mr. Mayfield. Nice to meet you too."

"Please, call me Adam. There's no need for formalities. After all, we're going to live together, work together…"

Another charming smile. The guy was smooth, August had to admit. He was even more handsome than his picture had suggested, with fine facial features, tall and lean, exuding natural elegance and wit. A charmer and a ladies man for sure.

"This is my fiancee, Lu Johnson." Adam pulled Lu close, wrapping his arm around her shoulder in a possessive manner before kissing her cheek tenderly. He usually wasn't the kind of person who liked public displays of affection but Lu knew it was his way to put John Lark into his place right from the start, to make sure he was aware who she belonged to.

Lark was dangerously good looking and way too attractive for Adam to let it go without staking his claim. Not that Lu was interested in him, he wasn't even her type -too many muscles and probably too little brains- and she would never dare to even look at another man. But objectively he was very good looking, tall and broad shouldered, sharp jawline, a handsome face, outstanding blue eyes, and most of all he had an appeal that obviously hadn't remained hidden to Adam. "She's going to be your charge. I cherish her like life itself. Make sure you do the same when I'm not around."

Mayfield kissed her again and she blushed, obviously feeling uncomfortable being the center of attention.

"John," she said softly, extending her hand to him gracefully with a polite but distant smile on her pretty face. Just like her fiance she was strikingly beautiful but in comparison her beauty was a little steril, forced. She was lacking the naturalness Mayfield owned, maybe because she wasn't born into the social class she lived in now. It felt like she was wearing a mask. Her appearance was too immaculate to be real, too perfect. There had to be a crack in it, nobody was free of flaws, but whatever it was that was lying underneath the sleek, stainless surface, she was hiding it well.

"Miss Johnson." August shook her hand and held her gaze, giving her a smile and a respectful nod.

"Lu, please," she offered stiffly, pointing at the set dining table. "Why don't we sit."

"Yes, darling, you're right. Let's eat before the Beef Wellington gets cold."

***

August found all of his prejudice confirmed during dinner. Mayfield was a cocky prick, who tried to hide his asshole side under a veil of sophistication and British humour. That veil, luckily, was full of holes big enough for August to see right through.

Johnson however was an ice queen. Cool and aloof, not willing to lower herself to talk to the newest member of her royal court. He wanted nothing more than to ignore her, to make her feel that he wasn't in need of her attention, to make it clear that he wasn't attracted to her in any way. It was actually true. She was pretty of course and sexy, too, but the kind of beauty she represented was not his cup of tea. She was one of those ethereal beings who were much too fragile for him, too fanciful, too distant. Like a precious showpiece that was presented on a pedestal and that whispered "look at me" seductively but at the same time it shouted "don't touch…you're not worthy". He needed a woman to be more than beautiful, he liked women that were sturdy and energetic, lively and witty, confident and strong. He didn't want a queen, he wanted an amazon.

So all of this and more made him dislike her, but he still had to be friendly and charming to gain her trust and to make her fond of him without alarming Mayfield. He was obviously very possessive and protective, the jealous-for-no-reason kind of guy who would make his woman wear a chastity belt if it was socially acceptable. To sum it up, this job was a ride on the razor's edge.

"So how do you like your room, John?" Lu turned to him with a friendly smile. Those were the first words she addressed to him since they'd sat down to eat. Adam had engaged Lark in conversation from the very first moment and Lu took care not to interrupt him. He hated it and he'd accuse her of stealing his thunder afterwards for sure. So she kept quiet, trying to blend into the scenery, contenting herself with being not much more than a pretty ornament, decoration like the sculptures that were placed all over the penthouse - a beautiful, silent object. When Adams' phone rang, he took the call with an apologetic smile, leaving the room in a hurry. Now she was forced to make conversation with her new bodyguard and she felt uncomfortable and awkward because she assumed that he didn't like her. He had seen her and he had branded her, just like anybody else, she was quite sure of that.

"It's great, I like the modern style," August said, returning her smile.

"Really? I'm so glad to hear that." Her face lit up in an instant, her lips curling up into a genuine smile. "I refurbished it a few months ago and Eddie... your predecessor… he didn't really like it."

"Oh, why's that?"

Lu took a deep breath before she answered. "I'm not sure, I never asked him. I didn't want to put him on the spot, but I guess it wasn't cosy in his eyes. Not warm enough. He was a very traditional man…," Lu said and her expression softened with her words, her eyes giving away that she had liked the guy, that she was mourning him.

Not the ice queen you pretend to be, August thought surprised.

"Well, I'm not a traditionalist, I like it bright and clear. The black and white photos are really interesting."

"Aren't they?" Lu agreed with excitement that made her voice sound different, like it had just been brought to life. "They are works by a very talented young artist from France. I discovered her art when we were in Paris last year and now I exhibit her photographs in my gallery. People love her unique take on everyday life, the way she plays with light and angles. She's one of my most successful…"

"Don't bore your new guardian angel to death with your art stuff on the very first day, honey," Adam interrupted her chuckling, when he joined them again.

"I was just talking about the pictures in John's room."

"Sure, and those are lovely pictures," he gave her a generous smile and a peck on the cheek, "but we both know you tend to babble on about the topic and that can be a little unnerving."

"Of course, you're right, darling." Lu's mask was back on, her expression blank again. "I'm sorry, John. Sometimes I forget that most people don't share my passion for art. Consider yourself lucky that Adam saved you just in time."

John gave her a nod and a smile. He wanted to say something, feeling the need to let her know that she hadn't been boring him, but before he was able to do so, Adam carried on with their conversation about his new job and his duties and the wasted chance to show his solidarity with her left a bitter taste in John Lark's mouth.

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robotslenderman · 2 years

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Between VTMNR and Lettow coming back from the Beckoning, Elisa and Cieszmir meet often at Things.

At first she thinks he's funny and something to laugh at - an Old Man Yelling At Cloud exasperating the rest of the clan by getting to the top of Thing hierarchy and insisting on holding them in Latin just so he can lecture people about making sure they learn it. When the other Gangrel decide pecking order by having Myrcha kick people around, permanently ensuring he's not on charge again (because Myrcha refuses to kick him), she's just as amused by everyone else.

In this time Elisa has been learning Polish to feel more connected to Lettow. Eventually Cieszmir realises that she's conversational in modern Polish, and tries to talk to her, only to be saddened that they barely can. Still, Elisa's conscious of the fact that Lettow's dialect of Polish is probably closer to Cieszmir's than modern Polish, so she tries hard to talk to him anyway. He's pleasantly surprised by this because most people give up quickly. So between the two of them, they end up figuring out the commonalities between modern Polish and Cieszmir's old dialect, and Cieszmir starts teaching her his version of it and giving her lists of words and phrases to practice with between Things.

Once she understands him well enough he confesses to her that his crusade for Latin is entirely selfish - that he's completely lost in the modern world and can't learn modern English and doesn't know how to without Embracing a new childe, and is afraid that the childe would just abandon him anyway. He has no ghouls except Myrcha, and no connections to the modern world except for family members whom he's been out of touch with for so long he doesn't even know if they're still alive. (He often asks after Lettow, but nobody recognises his pronunciation. He did manage to track down his uncle Art though, which is why he's in the Southwest - Art pointed him in this direction but didn't tell him people don't pronounce Lettow's name the Polish way.) He just wants to find his childe and ask him for help. Elisa promises him if Lettow comes back she'll ask him if he knows "Lez-tov."

But he struggles. He stayed in the wilderness for a good century knowing he'd be a bit out of date when he got back, but underestimated just how much the change of society would accelerate. The forests got smaller, the cities got bigger. The humans started being up at all hours of the night, not just daylight. They pushed him deeper and deeper into werewolf territory and by the time he finally emerged, the world was unrecognisable.

After learning all that Elisa feels really bad for ever laughing at the guy. She says she can't focus on learning Latin now because she's focusing on her Polish, but she does promise that once she's confident her Polish skills won't decay she'll start to learn.

She also ends up reaching out to one of the prominent Gangrel Anarchs who turns up to the Things. She doesn't like Elisa much because Elisa works for the Camarilla, but Elisa's like, hey, you care about accessibility, right? Well turns out that Cieszmir was pushing Latin so hard because it's a very accessible language for Kindred of any age and that he speaks to people like once a year because he doesn't know how to learn modern language and is so out of touch he doesn't know where to start. She knows that Anarchs in general resent elders*, but like... sounds like some of them, especially in our clan, are really struggling. Would you consider just... giving that some thought?

* Although I headcanon it's not as strong in Gangrel; given how independent Gangrel like their childer to be I headcanon that they blood bound their childer way less than other clans, so Gangrel childer are more likely to be upset their sires were too absent than too present.

The Anarch says, well, she's never considered it that way. She doesn't see many other Anarchs wanting to do the elders a favour by learning a whole language, but she'll let their clanmates know and see what they can do. Gangrel elders are probably way more likely to deal with this issue than elders of other clans, and most of the resentment young Gangrel have are towards elder Ventrue, Tremere and Toreador, for example, not their own. I think Anarch Gangrel would want to help out their own clan, even if they're elders, given that Gangrel were some of the few elders (along with the Brujah) that actually left.

So at the next Thing the Anarch ends up speaking up about it. And also speaking to Cieszmir in Latin - she's been learning in the meantime. And Cieszmir is absolutely delighted by this to the point of near tears. That Thing ends up being what makes Elisa put her Polish on the backburner for a bit and turning to Latin, and practicing with Harley and Perry.

#headcanon #VTM #Elisa Mulgrew #Cieszmir #my OCs #I should probably make an Anarch for once in my life #and flesh out this Gangrel lady #Lettow Kaminsky #long post

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suganovakawa · 4 years

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𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐄 .

PAIRINGS : tooru oikawa x fem!reader , platonic hajime iwaizumi x fem!reader

GENRE : angst , romance

WARNINGS : cursing , car accident , amnesia recovery

SYNOPSIS : tooru doesn’t understand how special you are to him until he comes close to losing you forever . as he struggles to comes to grips with his feelings and balance it with his future , you still have to recover from your own injuries , but without your memories to assist you .

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 < [ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ] > 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄

what is hajime’s deal ? what did oikawa do to him to get him so upset ?

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SAUDADE

( 𝐧 . ) a nostalgic longing to be near again to something or someone that is distant , or that has been loved and then lost ; “ the love that remains ”

⠀you weren't an idiot. you know, damn well at that, you are far from an idiot. and you sure as hell hoped hajime didn't take you as one. you lost your memories, not your common sense.

⠀it was quite obvious that hajime had that oikawa boy pinned up against a wall, and not in the dreamy way fanfictions like to describe it as. no, there was definitely unwanted tension between the two; it was evident they didn't like each other. despised each other, even. whether you had known of this before or after your incident, you wouldn't have been able to remember something like that.

⠀you really, truly hoped hajime didn't underestimate your observation skills, or your common sense. any random passerby would've seen the anger blazing those olive hued irises of his as he glared down at your classmate. was it coincidence that it was oikawa of all people that you two happened to bump into after school? you wouldn't have known of the brunet's reasons to have stayed at seijoh; then again, it probably wasn't any of your business.

⠀you wanted to speak up and confront iwaizumi as you had turned the corner - he was fast, but not fast enough to back up from the other before you laid eyes on the two boys. if the atmosphere between the three of you alone wasn't suffocating, you might've. it wasn't like you were afraid of confronting him. he seemed like a reasonable person, open to communication.

⠀in truth, it was oikawa you were worried about.

⠀the poor guy turned pale, the color draining from his skin when you entered the scene. as to why he had such a pitiful reaction, you wouldn't be able to guess. from the looks of his typical poise and attitude during school hours, he certainly didn't seem like the weak, bashful type. and according to hajime, he too had played volleyball alongside him. however, the universe seemed to not want you to know of their current relationship status - every time you asked, distractions would get in the way of an answer. in this scenario, oikawa’s silent plea for an escape was what drove you to play the oblivious card. the relief that shone in both of their eyes as you turned around to walk away sent your stomach in nervous turmoil.

⠀come to think of it, you were pretty kept in the dark about all of this. you only knew as much as hajime was willing to tell. the idea of asking others wasn't appealing to you yet; hajime seemed to be quite content being the only individual answering all of your questions. and while you were more than grateful for his assistance and his company alike, there was always that voice in the back of your head trying to reach out to you, but you had no idea what it was trying to say. it was too blurry to be put into words.

⠀you waited in front of aoba johsai with your arms crossed loosely at your sides, waiting for iwa to take you home as he had been insisting to everyday this week. whether he wanted this to occur everyday or not, that’s what it seemed like to you. you didn’t mind, but you wanted to branch out and find out who your other friends were. you spoke to the volleyball team at lunch time, and you enjoyed their company tremendously. alas, it was the only time of day you were able to give them, as hajime was quick to escort you everywhere, practically glued to your hip.

⠀the thought of you two being in a relationship crossed your mind, more times than one. it would be a valid explanation for his behavior. he acted the way a boyfriend should - walking you to and from school, helping you with assignments and keeping you company after hours, even offering to carry your belongings when you can clearly do it yourself. you appreciated and acknowledged the chivalry, but when it became too out of hand, you were curious. if you two were an item before your accident, was there a reason he hadn't told you yet? you remembered quite clearly what happened that first day you woke up in a hospital bed, he made it clear that you and him were just friends - nothing more, nothing less - but his behavior has been convincing you otherwise.

⠀"hajime - " you were cut off by the way he gripped your wrist - firm, but nothing that could hurt you. you wouldn't have been able to pull away if you wanted to, though. his strength outmatched yours. your words caught in your throat, he was angry, very angry. the scowl painted on his face frightened you; you hadn't seen him act this way all week. was this oikawa's fault? what could he have done to make him this worked up?

⠀"hajime, please slow down. i can't keep up with you pulling me around like this." your voice was solid enough to knock him out of his frustration, he jolted a bit and loosened his hold on your wrist so you could pull back. his hands clenched into fists, but you could tell he had calmed down. not all the way, but he was sensible. you were on your guard. usually you could read him like a book - he was always open to you. now, there was no telling what he was going to say to you next.

⠀"y/n, i have a request for you." his voice was quiet, soft spoken - as if projecting any louder would let off a bomb. "of course, you're not obligated to, but i would really, really appreciate if you could do this one thing for me."

⠀"sure, it's the least i can do to repay the kindness you've showed me all week. i can handle a simple request." your body was tense, and so was his. however, the tension was created from two different reasons. "what do you need from me, hajime?"

⠀"stay away from oikawa."

⠀you blinked. "excuse me?"

⠀"as far away as you can, don't let him talk to you, don't let him step near you, nothing. you shouldn't be with someone like him." your eyes shot open wider as your feet abruptly ceased walking, your chest dropping to your stomach as he caught onto your reaction. you didn't need to open your mouth, he knew exactly what you wanted to say. "he doesn't look like it, but he's a bad person, y/n. you don't need him in your life, you're better off without that germ infecting it. he's done bad things - especially to you. i don't need to remind you, i'll just plague your thoughts with bad things. you don't need to hold that burden."

⠀the vendetta he held against oikawa sent goosebumps through your body, and it wasn't anything comfortable. now he's telling you that he knows something about you he never bothered to tell you about before? didn't you have a right to know? if oikawa hurt you, shouldn't it be your business so that you yourself can judge if you should stay away from him or not? his lack of logic was beginning to concern you, but the glare in his eyes stated clearly that he was taking no argument. and since he was the one with all of his memories, you really had no room to impose.

⠀"... yeah. got it. oikawa bad. very bad. do not engage." hearing your compliance flipped a switch, he smiled brightly and nodded.

⠀"i knew i could count on you, y/n. believe me, you're much better off this way. the things he's done, are completely unforgivable. if you had your memories, you'd agree with me."

⠀maybe, but you wanted to be the judge of that.

a / n : this stupid taglist almost made me cry i had to do it six times because tumblr kept glitching on me n my dumbass kept forgetting to save it BAHAHAHA

wow i’m being productive lmao. second post in one night WOOOOO who needs school 😼 n e ways bit of a self promo but my new smau, rumor has it, is finally out! would be grateful if u check it out 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

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taglist closed , i’m so glad you’re enjoying the series! 🥺🤲🏼✨❤️

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firelonewolf · 4 years

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Meet You're Match

Summary: basically you're Hughie's older sister. After a call from Hughie of needing your help, you show up. You're like Billy, but a calm version but still on the same level to which Hughie finds entertaining along with the rest.

Pairing: Billy Butcher x Campbell! Reader

Authors Note: I thought it'd be funny for Billy to meet a calm yet diabolical version of himself. Who turns out to be Hughie's older sister. Because I figured it would be funny for him to literally meet his match. Sorry if it's not really romantic.

Calling you was the last thing Hughie expected himself to do. He loved you but it was complicated for the reason why. Recently you recovered fully well you're leg did from a fatal injury. The Boys recently need access to a secured area by Vought. When entering the hideout Hughie told you all about them. Frankly, you couldn't really care less how Billy Butcher acted. He warned you that he's short-tempered, and in other words very headstrong. But Hughie was sure of one thing, you worst compare to him but calmer. If the military taught you anything it was to remain calm. Your temper can't get in the way of it.

Coming down the stairs your footsteps were heavy and yet yelled that you're an authority figure. You're dog tags cling a bit at the rhythm of you're a movement. When you stepped down you felt pairs of eyes on you. Glancing around every corner you saw a man with a buzz cut with a woman. Then a muscular guy with one with a beard.

Hughie's lips slanted at this. A bit nervous about introducing them to you. Sure, you can handle yourself but he didn't know if they could handle you. You're his older sister who's more protective of him against the world. "Guys this is, (Y/N), my older sister." He introduced nervously at them.

"Pleasure to meet you," the buzzcut said he sounded as if he was french. He shook your hand which you greeted back.

"I didn't know Hughie had a sister. Names Marvin. But everyone calls me Mother's Milk," the muscular says with his hand out to you.

"Nice to meet you," you reply once more. Coming to face the guy with the beard who also had an accent.

"Billy Butcher, love" he comments before facing Hughie. "Hughie, can I talk to you for a second?" He gestures him to follow. To which they enter the bathroom away from the group. "Why did you bring her here? You're putting her in danger!"

"But she can help," Hughie replies back to Butcher.

"No, she can't. Supes find out shes you're sister they'll take her captive! She'll get mauled alive out there. Why on earth did you think she can help?" He inquires to him. Hughie knew one thing Butcher didn't, is that you can take out a whole armed building. Compare to him you're a badass, the one he wished he had the guts to be like.

Hughie wanted to defend you by yelling but was a bit to intimidated by Butcher. He didn't know who he was a daring underestimate. Underestimating you were like challenging a pit bull to bite you. You're sweet like they can be, but once you're jaw locked from a commanded attack it's a whole different story. "She can help though! She was in the military. Her branch was the army, and she knows how to hack firewalls and she was special ops! She's tougher than what she looks." He tried to explain before seeing Butcher puzzled.

"Than why isn't she still there?" He remarks back to him.

"Look don't tell I told you, but she was forced retire shes only a couple of years older. And was almost an official captain. But she had to retire at First Lieutenant, but it because of a fatal injury from a tour." He began to explain, he remembered having to run to the hospital for you. He recalled the day vividly it was normal until your guy's father received a call. Like always you're father was flipping out anxious about the entire thing of what happened. How they both sprinted to the hospital to see you lying a bed with you're leg bandaged. The doctor explained a bullet went through your bone, and that you were held captive for a bit. Enough to harden you more, but to include when you fought your way out you managed to have a bullet shatter you're lower leg. To which they had to repair with another bone.

Hughie sat by your bed for almost all night after you're surgery. He spent his time off of work to remain by your side as you did for him. One time he got sick when you were nine and he was six. Hughie got sick with a fever, to where you sat all night at the side of his bed. You slept on the floor of his room, and helped cooked his meals and gave him medicine. Day and night you spent there especially watching cartoons with him.

You were different after you're mother left. Developing into a reckless angered force of nature worst than Billy. You got upset a lot especially when someone picked on Hughie or made a comment about your father. Hughie was there console you when you felt depressed. In this world, you were lost and confused and he felt awful witnessing it.

Then you started to ROTC which made you more neutral than just simply angry. Hughie saw you evolve from a tornado to a simple rainstorm. You found happiness doing these things. Going to college at West Point was a shift for Hughie. He was used to having you and his dad, but now it was just him and his dad. You made sure to call every week to keep him company when he felt alone.

For a while, you were happy than came home and announced you're joining the military. Hughie accompanied you to all the ceremonies to where you climbed the ranks with ease. Then you arrived at the hospital, broken like you were after your mother died. You're downfall made Hughie upset with the world, with how it took you and shattered you after a period of happiness. Coming from the hospital he found they forced retirement on you.

They paid your physical therapist where you cracked further. Hughie saw you as strong, but this time the second wave left you damaged. You sat on the couch munching on whatever junk food you could find for three weeks. Hughie got upset when he saw the similarities between his father and you. One early morning he forced you out of bed convincing you to go on a run with him.

He of course tapped into you're competitive side, not to where you were threatened by him. To the point, it would motivate you to get up and run it out. He took you to central park, to where you both raced. Depressed at first before getting excited, until you were struck by pain. You yelped angrily in pain, with tears in you're eyes you cried into your knees on the ground of the walking path. You were upset you couldn't keep up and pained yourself. To where he hugged you and encouraged you to get back up and walk while encouraging you you'll be back to where you were in no time.

That's when you put effort at your physical therapy molding back into yourself. Original self to the point Hughie recognized. But he knew you were lost, currently working at a gym for self-defense. It wasn't the same for you, this where Hughie thought you could come in. He called you yesterday leaving a voicemail pleading for your help. To where you decided to help him with this job, his new job. "What kind of fatal injury?" Butcher questioned at him.

"Leg. She was held captive in Afghanistan. Beaten and starved. She escaped but something went through her bone-shattering. They replaced it but she was forced to retire. Don't tell her I told you, it still affects her severely. She's been recovered for over a year, and she still remembers the tactics they used. She can get into this facility in and out! Trust me, she's way stronger than any of us, well, except for Kimiko because of her powers. But still! She can do it." He explained to him. Billy on the other hand was somewhat convinced.

Surviving captivity and were in special ops, you had to be something to be part of that. He wants to take Hughie word, he wouldn't lie about this right? From what you found out soon enough the plan was to go into the facility. Impersonate people that work there and try to get some files downloaded from the system. More dirt on Vought did more good than bad. But Billy insisted that you and MM would go in while Frenchie, Hughie, and Kimiko go get the security cameras to get down.

Now getting in the facility wasn't the hard part. You dressed as a guard assistants a nurse while the other two dressed in scrubs. Apparently, experiments went on here, but you weren't sure what they were about. From what you read the experiments were on the west wing of the facility. This was mainly security, equipment, and file the south wing of it.

Searching the rooms was a bit complicated especially when all three of you had to act busy. Guards passing you many times to the point where you acted as if you were them. Heading to your position. All three of you acted as if you were heading to the south wing. Until you noticed from the corner of you're eye the cameras lowered.

Automatically you slung the rifle around you and made sure to keep a couple of firearms and knives and a smoke bomb on you. "You take that room, I'll take this one," MM tells you to which you nod in response.

"Holler if something happens," you tell him. He nods before you two split as Butcher digs in another room. As you scavenged the room you mumbled please hoping you would find it. Underneath the uniform's boots, you felt the ammunition clips pressing against your skin.

You found a filing cabinet and begin to dig through it. As you saw searched you saw the marks about each file. Except for one, it was tallied in red to where you took it out. Digging in you found nothing and groaned. Then heard the alarm to where your ears perked. Racing out you grabbed you're rifle, as the boots stomped against the floor.

Holding the barrel directed to the MM and Billy as they rose it. "Sorry, accidentally pulled the alarm," Billy comments to you and MM. "Not on purpose though," you know he didn't. They must've put a hidden camera of some sort.

"Keep your hands where I can see them!" One guard commanded there was ten in total not to include you. "When I say fire, do it!" He says keeping his hand up. "Ready," you cut him off throwing a smoke bomb amongst them. Than cocked the rifle and began to fire. You didn't need to know that the rest were ready for a fight.

Coughing one of them grabbed you to where you loosened getting out of it and kicked them in the lower jaw. A bullet went through them before they knew it flashes of gunfire could be seen. Once the smoke cleared, MM and Billy witnessed your work. Cocking it back again you fired a couple of more bullets. Before two guards grabbed you, you kneed one on the floor before grabbing your handguns. The rifle remained against you're back.

Watching Billy wanted to help, but MM told him to say back. They wanted to see what you're truly capable of and it was happening before them. You put in the clips slickly before putting a bullet in another and use the other as a shield. Four guards fired at the fellow guard as you use them to block the bullets. You threw the corpse at them before firing at two. Where two tried to get you in a headlock again, but you kneed one in the face and kicked another in the stomach.

Firing one bullet in one, to where you grabbed the other in the neck firing a bullet into the bottom jaw. Blood was splattered on the uniform and you. Taking off the helmet you're hair was frizzy with sweat on you. Your heart was pounding a bit of blood was on your face. Butcher stood in the far end of the hall shocked at what he witnessed. "That was fucking diabolical! What was that?" MM stared at the sight before him.

Wordless for a moment before putting his hands on hips at this. "I think you just met your match." He remarks to him.

From the glass of a door, you stared at you're a reflection. Before seeing a guy on the floor groaning on his knees. Automatically a trigger clicked you fired a bullet in the head to make it quick. Before sensing more people, turning you saw you're brother and his group staring. Blood dripped a bit from the left side of you're head. Flashes came back of you're time in the service, it didn't bother you that you slaughtered them. It wasn't right, but it was in defense of others.

You shut your eyes before walking out heading to the van. "You're right, Hughie, we shouldn't underestimate her" Frenchie remarks to them.

"You think? She doesn't even have powers. Yet look at this damage!" MM comments as they all begin to exit the building.

"I thought I had something more comparable to your rest, but she has clearly more," Butcher said. Yeah, he knows how you're equal in the defense department compare to him. He was asking why you bring all of that, now he knows why. He could only wonder what could he do to peek your wild side not you're defense side. He thinks that would be hot, it sort of made his blood pump at the thought and he liked it. Hughie on the other hand is happy that they know that you're actually useful. You're experienced in these sorts of things, but he knows he'll have to make sure you're okay. You're a fighting force, but you need his help as much as he needs yours. While all of you got in the van you noticed they got the file at least. "Well love, good job! Good thing you're not some out of practice cunt." Butcher grins and pats your shoulder.

"Told shes good," Hughie gives a slanted grin at this. You warmly smiled in response as they started to drive off. "First Lieutenant Campbell people!" He says proudly but still shaken by what happened earlier.

"Sorry if I got a bit carried away," you say with a nervous smile. "Wish I didn't have to do that though," you say messaging you're kneecapped as you stare at the floor of the van.

"It's alright they were all cunts anyway," Butcher replies with a sly grin.

"They were about to shoot you guys," Frenchie says.

"I know, but I don't like killing. Even if I'm good at it," you comment gazing at the unloaded handgun in your boot.

"Its alright love, you'll definitely be a bigger asset to us than you think with those kinds of moves!" Billy remarks again to which you nod. Billy already liked you, now he knows you're able to do damage to Vought like him. You both may be different but you both have the same fire. He noticed in the way you fought them, it's just you're more tamed compare to him. And he was looking forward to getting to know you better as time goes by. There has to he more (Y/N) Campbell then a simple retired soldier. Perhaps MM was right, he sort of just met his match.

#the boys hughie #hughie campbell #billy butcher x reader #billy butcher #the boys season 1 #the boys season 2 #the boys amazon #the boys #frenchie #mothers milk #the female #homelander #queen maeve #translucent #x reader #one shot

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mashiraostail · 4 years

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can I get anything for toshinori with a s/o who is very affectionate but also very shy about being affectionate? like they don't want to make him uncomfortable so they always ask before initiating any kind of touch or intimacy? ("is it okay if we hold hands?" "can I kiss you?" "are you okay with me hugging you?")

True ass story I was writing this in my browser and then I accidentally went back and I lost it all which is why it took forever im so sorry plz forgive! This was really cute though so I was excited to rewrite and work in some new ideas I had while I festered about it! Thanks for the ask I hope you like (:

It doesn’t bother him, really it doesn’t. It just confuses him. He figures you were just raised that way, to be really respectful of people’s personal space, he understood it could be a cultural thing so maybe it was that. Plus you knew about his injury, maybe you were just worried about hurting him, or at least irritating the scar, and he appreciates the caution you seem to always take with him, it was an offer few others extended. But still, it’d been a while and you were still so cautious with him, for no obvious reason... “Do you mind if I sit here?” He looks up from the book he’s reading, and then down to the cushion beside him, the one you were pointing at. “Of course not, you don’t even have to ask.” He smiles at you reassuringly and you sit, close enough to him that you’re mostly touching. “What are you reading?” You peer over into his lap and he hums. “It’s actually kind of boring. Some memoirs, I was thinking of using them for class, but I’m worried some of my students wouldn’t be able to get through some of these. For as strong as they all are...” He sighs, “well attention spans are something we might have to tackle another time.” He’s fiddling a page between his forefinger and thumb, he grins a little when you chuckle. “They can’t be that bad, can they?” “Maybe I’m underestimating them. But with things like this, I’d rather be safe than sorry.” He waves with his free hand and you hum, “am I distracting you? Sorry.” He sits up a little at that. “No, no you aren’t at all really, it was getting too empty in here. I’m glad to have you.” You look up at him and nod, “okay good...could I..” You trail off but your eyes are at his shoulder, taking in the space between his arm, and your head. “Oh. Sure go ahead.” You seem relieved to lean your weight on him. This is what confuses him, he’s made it abundantly clear he doesn’t mind how close you want to get or how often you want to be that close, which considering how much you asked was pretty often. At first, he worried he did something to make it seem like he didn’t want you close to him so often, you asked all the time, even tiny things, things he’d never think twice about. You’d brush the back of your hands and look up at him, waiting for him to take your’s first and press your palms together, tangling your fingers with his. You’d say his name and wait for him to invite you in. Every shift in your position was run by him before it happened, he’s never said no to you, not even once, but still, you asked. Standing just in front of him you’d voice a quiet, “Toshi is it okay if I..” You’d trail off and wait for him to pull you down into his lap, or to wrap an arm around you, to kiss you, whatever it was. He wasn’t worried you didn’t like being close, it was clear you did. Even now, slowly and somewhat timidly you’d migrated from just leaning on his arm as he read to this; book fully discarded and in your old seat, now on his lap, a leg on either side of him, arms around his neck, a hand in his hair, foreheads pressed together and your eyes were closed, blissfully. You looked so content, so comfortable with him so close, he didn’t know why you asked every time you moved or apologized for disturbing him even when you hadn’t. “Can I kiss you?” You’d opened your eyes to look between his and his lips as you asked. “You really don’t have to ask.” He insists, holding your waist. “I just don’t wanna be a bother.” You lament back and he frowns at you. “You could never bother me, not with stuff like this, seriously. You shouldn’t worry so much about this sort of thing, it’s bad for your health.” He squeezes your sides reassuringly. “I just don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.” You push and he shakes his head. “I appreciate that, but my injury isn’t-” “I don’t mean like that! Well..I guess I mean like that too but more than that I just..I don’t wanna do too much you know? Seem clingy..or..make you feel like you have to entertain me when you don’t want to when you don’t feel like it...” He looks at you surprised for a moment, in silence, he’s unsure of what to say and he’s clearly pondering it. “I..” “It’s stupid I’m sorry I brought it up-” “Technically I brought it up.” He shakes his head, “and don’t be sorry. If that’s how you feel we should talk about it. You don’t seem clingy, and even if you were I wouldn’t mind. I like being close to you just as much as you like being close to me. Maybe even more.” He promises you, looking down at your fingers where they start to fiddle with his shirt collar. “And I don’t feel like I’m just...entertaining you. I enjoy this sort of thing too, it’s relaxing and I always feel better after spending time with you. I want it too, I always want it. Seriously. The answer is always going to be yes. Get it?” “I get it..” You nod, your eyes cast up to his. “Good..I love you, I love being with you, you shouldn’t worry about things like that. I hope I didn’t do anything to make you think-” “No! No, really it’s just..all in my own head I guess...” You sigh and shake your head, “I need to break out of all this shyness I know it’s probably tiring-” “Stop talking down to yourself, seriously. If I was tired of it I’d say so, trust me you’d know. I just want to talk to you, make sure everything is alright.” You just nod at that and hum in affirmation. “Didn’t you say you were gonna kiss me? Really it’s not the closeness that bothers me it’s the lying.” “Huh?!” You jump, “I didn’t lie! I was going to kiss you and then you started talking to me! It would have been rude!” “It’s the excuses too.” He’s laughing, though, pinching your sides and enjoying the obvious fluster on your cheeks. “I’m not making excuses! You could kiss me too you know! It’s not like it’s a one-way street anyways!” “You asked, I figured you wanted to do the honors, but if you’re feeling shy then I guess I wouldn’t mind picking up your slack.” “I’m not!” You insist, maybe a bit petulantly. “Well then...” He can practically feel the heat radiating off your face. “I-” You look away from him and cup your burning cheek in your marginally cooler palm, “guys like you shouldn’t be so charming. I mean honestly-” “Lying, excuses, and now insults. It’s looking worse and worse for you.” The grin on his face is unmistakable though. “It wasn’t an insult!” “I guess it doesn’t matter,” he does occasionally feel bad for working you up so much, “I could let it go if you just kiss me now.”

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 17

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TWs/Summary: Feelings! PTSD! Anxiety! Clint! Team bonding! Reader is a badass 😍 And comic book medical accuracy .

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"It smells like a liquor factory in here," Bucky's voice came from the kitchenside, followed by noises of the team's arrival. Via portal, because the elevator made zero noise.

"I suggest you avoid the area around me and Clint. It might be contaminated." My voice sounded sharp to my own ears. I sat in silence for several hours, waiting for the team's return, while Clint restlessly dozed next to me.

My words caused the team to freeze in their tracks, owlishly blinking at me and at Clint laying sprawled on the floor, surrounded by plastic bags and biological hazard containment units. Tony's helmet swiftly covered his face - I heard muffled sounds coming from within, probably Friday's explanations. In seconds, the helmet retracted, showing an extremely worried Tony.

"How do you feel, Princess? Any weakness, any pain?"

"No symptoms, Tony. Just a fuckton of anxiety," I admitted, avoiding the concerned looks of Tony's teammates. "I almost drowned the room in alcohol but warned you just to be safe. Also, your alien pathogen protocol sucks."

"We made it so unauthorized personnel wouldn't get their hands on Thor's or Loki's blood samples," Bruce supplied meekly from where he was leaning against Steve, wearing a tattered hoodie and his hulk-out pants. "Off to decon we go," The scientist sighed. "Friday, code seven-zero-three-five-five. Pull up the data you gathered. In the shower." The man was exhausted, yet the call of science seemed to give Bruce a tiny energy boost. With newfound determination, he waddled to the communal showers, the rest of the team in tow.

Natasha's stare was truly unnerving. I was fully aware she and Barton had long history; the fact that I had to respond to one of the deadliest assassins if I had made even the slightest mistake - anxiety mixed with blind terror in me. I fought the nausea and the headache, focusing on Clint's hair between my fingers. His steady breathing.

He'd be okay. He had to be okay.

"You did great, Princess," The time passed in a blink. Bruce's warm hands were encompassing mine - gently pulling me away from Clint. I looked at Banner's face with unseeing eyes.

"I heard what Friday said and I can only applaud your quick thinking. You saved his life," Strange, sounding uncharacteristically quiet and bashful, parroted Bruce, hovering behind the scientist. His angular face was contorted in sorrow. "I believe I should apologize for dropping Barton onto you like that. I underestimated the extent of his injuries." The man sounded so, so guilty.

"I saved his life," I repeated in disbelief. Surely they were exaggerating.

"You did, malysh. For that, I am grateful," Natasha's hand found my own, squeezing briefly, before following Steve that had picked up a still-sleeping Clint, to, presumably, carry him to medical. "Come on, Banner, we need you."

Banner gave me a brief squeeze of his own, taking his leave, scurrying after Romanoff. I was left awkwardly standing in front of Strange, both of us disheveled and dazed.

"I ordered pizza," I said, just to fill the grim silence.

"Okay," Just like that, he snapped out of his trance, sitting down on the couch and picking up his food.

The others trickled in, Bucky, Pete, Thor, Loki, Sam, Wanda, Pietro. I saw it all like it was tinted by a thick fog. Their words made a jumbled cacophony when they reached my ears. Tony's arm around me - that woke me up, slightly. I focused on my favourite thing in the world - the faint smell of him, a mix of soap, machine oil and expensive cologne.

"She's shellshocked," Bucky suddenly said, pointing at me.

"No," I frowned. "No. I may be a fumbling idiot but I don't have PTSD."

Tony's breath stuttered in his chest. Promptly, I was turned around, a pair of intelligent brown orbs sharply gazing into my eyes. "Princess?"

"I'm so glad y'all are alright," I choked out, fisting the cotton of his shirt in my palm. "Even Stephen the asshole. Team bonding wouldn't be the same without his sarcasm," Hurrying to hide the fact that I was scared shitless, I did what I do best. I joked.

"Gods, you two are really a match made in heaven," Wanda's tired voice had 110% eye-roll in it. "So much self-deprication, almost as much as brilliance." The witch usually refrained from commenting on people's private thoughts. Usually, but not that day.

"I am relieved to know you hold me in high regards," Stephen's sarcastic remark made it's way around a mouthful of pizza.

Bucky's phone beeped. "They're saying Clint will be out in a few hours. No permanent damage, the gash on his leg won't scar and he's demanding Tony buy his saviour a cake," With a smile, the soldier read the text's contents out loud. "Also, the resident doc wants to hire you." Bucky pointed at me with a teasing grin.

"I, umm, I," Stammering, way to go. "I just - uh, I googled and I improvised? I'm not a doctor or a scientist, I'm a high school student," I replied, voice raising half an octave higher.

"Told you Tony, she's a friggin' genius," Peter sounded way too smug for someone who had a bruise half the size of his head.

"That she is," Tony's voice... Was different. It was honeyed and warm, blanketing me, surrounding me with safety. His arms tightened around me - not uncomfortably so, just enough to ground his presence in my personal space. I snuggled into him happily - he didn't mind at all. The cold glow and faint humming of his arc reactor calmed me. "Friday, cake. Princess cake from the bakery on Seventeenth."

Wow, Tony knew my favourite kind of cake. That was amazing.

"On it, boss." The AI immediately replied. "Well done, Miss." Friday addressed me with the same tone I heard in the lab. Gentle and understanding. It was so very strange.

We mulled around the living room until the pizza was gone and half the occupants were snoring away, dead where they sat. It was an unanimous decision to pull out the unfolding couch and form a cuddle pile of sorts - after such a long and grueling mission with one of their own facing the brink of death, all the superheroes were more than a little unsettled. I didn't exactly know where I fit in that. Obviously, all of them were close in one way or another. Even Loki and Stephen, seeing them get cussed out by Thor for attempting to leave was kind of amusing.

But it got me wondering. Maybe they felt like imposters, too? After all, I wasn't special. Loki wasn't considered a good guy. And Stephen was too much of a lone wolf. All three of us were comfortable alone, used to dealing on our own.

One look from Tony, Stark-patented puppy eyes, and I was making space for myself and for Stephen. Even if Loki insisted on grumbling all the way through, his exhaustion showed in the way he leaned on Thor's arm, using a weakly glimmering spell to summon himself a book and then closing his eyes for a moment.

Muted cheering broke out the moment elevator doors opened, showcasing a pale but smiling Clint held up on both sides by Natasha and Steve, Bruce half asleep on the blonde's other side.

"Looking pretty good for a dead bitch," Clint grinned in my direction.

I couldn't resist the bait. The boomer knew his memes, after all. "She's alive!"

He patted my leg, making his way to a free spot on the ginormous sofa bed. "Aw, pizza," He groused, spying the empty boxes.

"Should arrive in ten minutes," Bucky quipped, waving his phone. Then, the brunette super-soldier looked at me pointedly. "We usually order double after long missions."

"Duly noted, y'all hungry peoples." I said, filing it away for later. Thinking about more missions, more near-death experiences wasn't something I wanted to handle that very moment.

"So, uh, what exactly happened? My memory is pretty spotty," Clint demanded once he got his hands on some food.

"I also need to know. You're going to have to sign a statement and a mission report," Natasha stated apologetically.

I looked at her, confused. "Like... How many details do you need?"

Tony shifted beside me uncomfortably. I put a steadying hand on his leg - my palm was immediately dwarfed by his own. Natasha gave him a Look. "Fury's eyes only, but SHIELD needs to know how you figured out to neutralise a potential alien threat. Bruce ran some tests and this pathogen is... Pretty nasty, to say the least. It has the survivability to be classified as a potential weapon." Natasha's voice was apologetic, once more.

What have I gotten myself into? I was just trying to save a friend. "First of all, I'm not working for Men in Black, like, ever," I made the point to look her in the eyes. A brief moment later, she nodded. Tony relaxed, exhaling soundly. "Okay, get your reading glasses on. It went like this..." I retold the story, taking careful note to voice my thought processes as much as I remembered them. Save for a few surprised gasps and Tony haphazardly kissing the top of my head, the team gave me no interruptions.

Bruce was the first one to react once I was done. "But... How did you think of bloodletting? It's such an unusual solution," He mumbled more to himself.

"I've watched enough horror movies to know better than to introduce a foreign bacteria, such as antibiotics, to a person with an alien infection," I deadpanned, spying a satisfied smile on Stephen's face. "Worst case scenario, the substitution of infected blood with healthy would have diluted the amount of parasites or deflected their attention from eating away Clint's nerve endings. Him going bazinga from pain was my main concern," I admitted, the archer's pained cries once again filling my ears. The memory was still fresh.

"That makes sense," Bruce nodded.

"And what would you have done?" I asked, unable to withhold my curiosity.

"Sedated Clint while I examine the specimens," Banner replied with the obvious. "Then figure out how to cure the infection."

I nodded along slowly. "I considered that option but ultimately, I was too chicken to entertain the possibility of the parasites interacting with heavy sedatives. Fentanyl affects some of the blood components the parasites eat so only God knows how it might have ended."

Banner was impressed, that much was obvious. Tony's lips once again landed on the crown of my head, gentle and warm. More and more people in the room were giving me impressed, happy, grateful looks. It was strange and I squirmed in my spot, putting the half-eaten pizza slice back in the box, Steve immediately eyeing it in contemplation.

"Have at it, you human garbage disposal," I muttered, laying down comfortably. I was still shivering from the adrenaline rush and the soft blanket cocoon I shared with Tony and Stephen - their combined body heat under it - called to me like a siren.

"Are you well?" Loki noticed my state, casting a dark look over the edge of his book.

"Yeah, just cold. Us humans shiver when coming off an adrenaline rush," I remarked absently, pressing myself closer to Tony.

The engineer laid down, spooning me, tangling our legs together. We slept like that, all over each other, every time I stayed in his bed. It felt comfortable, like home, and nobody seemed to mind. Peter and Wanda, already snoozing away, were in a similarly indisposed state, octopus-ing their nearest teammates. Friends. Family.

My eyes drooped. My chest was about to burst with an odd sort of content - quiet, steady and welcoming. Tony's beard tickled my neck, breaths coming in soft puffs against my nape, spreading warmth all over me.

And there was something - someone warm in front of me, too, I could smell the sandalwood and spices of his cologne. Abandoning all reservations, I shamelessly wrapped both of my arms around a larger, more muscular one, taking note to avoid Stephen's scarred, sensitive hands. The flat of his tummy under my palm was rising and falling steadily, his breathing almost in sync with Tony's and mine.

All of us were safe and alive. It mattered to me, perhaps, more than I'd ever cared to admit out loud. As much as I refused to let them all in, for real and beyond silly gimmicks, they still wormed their way inside my heart, inside my brain. Not with long discussions and talking feelings - hell no, that's the hard and the boring shit, but with simply their presence.

Hugs. Mario Kart tournaments. Cake after I'd done good at something. Sunday morning pancakes for all. Homework. Sciencing together. Catching up on memes and just watching funny YouTube videos together. Playing Twister and Monopoly.

For the first time in my life, I had a stable presence. I belonged somwhere. It felt too good to deny, so once again, I allowed myself to be selfish.

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