#he's still alive and kicking as far as i'm concerned

[inrainprose]

I'll be having a very normal day and then I'll remember that neji went and died in narutos arms 🙃

Neji's death was so unecessary and mean. Sometimes thinking about FtC I'm like "maybe some characters should die" but then I feel like I fall for the Neji effect. Either I kill a periphery character I didn't really develop and that's cheap, or I kill an important character and that's just too sad. And okay some character death can have meaning and be impactful and things, but for Neji it just feels like this "this is war so someone should die" line of thought. It's so empty. His arc wasn't resolved at all, his family drama was completely ignored.

He truly deserved better.

#ask #askinrain #truth be told i didn't make it this far #so i didn't experience his death for real #he's still alive and kicking as far as i'm concerned

[silence-burns]

The Death of Me //part 1

Fandom: Aquaman

Summary: (very small spoilers for the movie) Finding Orm on your doorstep was not something you expected. Having him move in was even worse. But the effect he still had on every part of your life would be the death of you.

The sun was blinding, but unfortunately, not enough to make the man standing before you disappear.

“You're in surprisingly good shape for a dead person,” you said.

“And you look terrible for someone supposedly alive,” said Orm.

You shrugged and immediately regretted it. The tight bandages keeping your shoulder in place worked as a poor reminder it was out of commission for the next few weeks.

“How I've missed that princely charm. Piss me off some more and, half-dead or not, I'm gonna kick your ass back into that desert I got it from. It might be the last thing I do, but if I become a ghost, I'll brag about it for eternity.”

Your mood soured further with every minute you remained conscious. Surprises and resurrections, you could deal with, but your ability to be polite left long ago. There were a lot of impolite and certainly unprincely words bubbling in your chest, but they all disappeared when the most magical, impossible, and straight-out-of-fairy-tales thing happened.

Orm, of his own volition, smiled.

The sun was still doing its best to blind your already red and swollen eyes—it failed yet again. You examined the strange occurrence, with the furrowed brows and all the small wrinkles and tiny folds in the skin that usually accompanied a person’s smile looking perfectly normal on his face. It was a genuine smile. You could only blink at him for a moment

“I thought scowling was the only expression you had. Like a factory setting, you know.”

“I'm glad to hear you are as sharp as ever, despite your current shortcomings.”

“Excuse you, I'm in great shape.”

The man in front of you politely didn't argue. It was rather clear from his expression that he had some serious doubts about not only the state of your body, but also about your mental capacity of acknowledging said state, but he made the wise choice of keeping these thoughts to himself.

Wise was your middle name; therefore, you allowed the silence to confirm your words. At the same time, you shifted more of your weight against the doorframe, hoping your grimace came across as menacing rather than painful. Your leg needed a bit of rest, nothing serious. It totally wasn’t almost crushed to pieces a few weeks ago.

The smile on Orm’s face, an expression you could get used to seeing, started to shift into a look of concern as he watched your eyes. You looked away, afraid of how much he could see. Before you could react, he picked you up and carried you inside the house.

It was a pretty house, very spacious, just like old rich men tended to enjoy—which might explain why Batman bought it a long time ago as a safehouse far from any prying eyes, and why he allowed you to occasionally use it as such.

Yet, despite all the initial spaciousness, it was rather easy to clutter if the person living inside had a few cracked bones, general lack of energy to move, and never invited anyone around to see the mess.

Orm raised an eyebrow when he noticed a sofa dragged into the kitchen area and the amount of empty, crushed packaging laying around it. You hated how much could be expressed without saying a word.

“Put me down.”

Your words came out weaker than intended. Orm held you in a bridal carry which put immense pressure on your cracked ribs and sent flashes of pain every time you inhaled. But he was so warm and close that your anger sizzled and faded.

With your head on his shoulder, you had the perfect view of his perfect profile and the perfect frown deepening the wrinkles between his brows.

“So, this is how you live now?” was all he said, in a controlled tone.

“I know you're not deaf and heard me the first time. Put me down. Preferably on my beautiful and completely normal kitchen bed, thank you.”

You sighed with relief once he finally listened. Even though the pressure of his arms around you disappeared, somehow you still felt his warmth, as if it seeped into your battered, bruised flesh. You felt your face getting hot and decided against following that train of thought.

Your heart, for a reason you also chose to ignore, skipped a beat when Orm turned on his heel and walked back to the front door. It took him comparatively less time than when you had to drag your ass to open it a few minutes ago.

But rather than walking outside and disappearing from your life again, Orm only closed the door. And then turned the lock too.

“I don’t like where this is going,” you said, in vain hope that all of this was just a bad dream you'd soon wake up from.

“What a shame,” Orm said with no shame whatsoever in his voice.

“Why are you here? I might be a little late with that question, but I'd still love to know the answer.”

Orm took measured steps to the kitchen table, assessing the seat with the least amount of trash surrounding it, and sat down. He sat upright, posture uncompromised in the face of a backless stool, and folded his hands on the table. How he looked royal surrounded by trash and cold leftovers was beyond you.

“As you have witnessed, thanks to Arthur, after that final battle I got a way out of my old life. I enjoyed it for the most part, and even wandered the surface world for a while. And then I heard about your accident and came to settle my debts.”

“You don't have a debt to me.”

“When I was awaiting sentencing for my crimes, you were the one that took care of me. And not so long ago, you helped Artur break me out of that prison. That alone guarantees my utmost respect.”

“Your debt is paid, you owe me nothing.”

“That's not how it works.”

“I don't need a nurse, especially one who isn’t wearing a sexy costume.”

“I'm afraid that part is not negotiable.”

“Wait.” You squinted, doing your best to focus your thoughts despite a rising migraine. “This cottage is in the middle of nowhere, with the nearest town a few hours on foot and only if you already know the way. And the only people that knew I got… a little roughed up, were those in the Justice League. Did Artur give you a ride here because he felt guilty he didn’t stop that building in Venice from falling on me?”

“Every day I am thankful that I don't know the inner workings of my brother’s mind.”

“So he did.”

You let your head fall back onto the makeshift kitchen-bed. It was too much for you.

You grabbed the pills from your secret under-the-pillow stash of meds and swallowed some painkillers.

“I'm going to kill your brother.”

“May you have more luck than I did. Now, do you even own any clean clothes?”

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[lust4liyah]

*hides behind hands* I KNOW HOW LONG ITS BEEN YALL I AM SOO SORRY :(((( uni has been kicking my ass for a while but im back and still deeply in L word with miguel!!! here's an apology 4 being gone 4 SO LONG, a lot of y'all rlly wanted body worship so here that is!

not proofread! contains; chubby! fem! reader, insecure thoughts, body image, unprotected sex, praise, public sex, body worship, mirror sex, creampie, sir kink if u squint, rlly soft sex, WAY longer than it needed it to be.

it happens during your off day. you're out shopping with miguel at the mall, dragging him here and there to get cute little outfits and other things miguel swears you don't need. you're at the end of your list of stores, and quite frankly the store miguel's been looking forward to the most, the lingerie store.

you're excited to try on all the cute pieces you see! you're grabbing anything that catches your eyes and miguel looks alive for once as he watches you do so, even going so far as to recommend a few sets.

you take all the sets you're interested in, thank the pretty lady lazily watching over the dressing rooms, and head inside. you were excited at first, you really were. who doesn't love to try on new clothes? but once you get in one of the farther dressing rooms to try on the cute lace sets miguel had suggested, your confidence is shot.

you turn in the mirror, uncomfortable with what you see in the reflection. you're chubby, that was a fact that you wore proudly. you've always loved your body, never thought it was something you needed to change or be ashamed of, until now. you feel gross in this set, the lace not fitting right and not flattering your curves the way you hoped. you try on the next few sets, feeling worse and worse each time.

you're on the verge of tears when you try on the last set, a pretty red mesh one with a bow right between your breasts. you look at yourself and feel nothing but disgust, tears pooling in the corner of your eyes as you frustratedly tug at the material around your body. you hated feeling like this, like your body was less than it was, but gosh, you couldn't help it.

maybe it was the way your flesh peeked from the fabric, maybe it was the way your rolls showed themselves on the sides of the set, but either way, you hated what you were looking at. you hated it.

a knock on the dressing room door has you jolting in surprise, whipping your head around to stare wide-eyed at the closed door. "honey?" miguel's deep voice calls from the other side. you don't respond, and miguel, concerned by your lack of response, knocks once again.

"you in there, cariño? it's been a while, is everything alright?" miguel asks. when he doesn't receive an answer again, he starts to push the door open. "is it okay if i step in? i wanted to see how you looked". you can hear the smile in his voice and you panicked. god, you hated the mall sometimes. the doors don't close properly ever.

"wait!" you say, voice shaky. you clear your throat and try again, "don't come in." you're a mess right now and the last thing you want is for miguel to see you like this. "why not?" miguel says, clearly confused. his hand rests against the door as he respects your wishes and waits for your reply,

"is everything okay, honey? did you rip that one with the strings?" he lets out a deep chuckle. "that one looked like it would be difficult to put on anyway, mama. let's just leave it there and run out, yeah?" he attempts to joke and it pull a quiet giggle out of your mouth.

"no— it's not that. i'm okay, baby, really. i just…" you trail off and glance at the mirror again, the insecurities you're feeling rushing back at full force, "i don't like it". you're not lying, you don't like any of the sets. they made you feel like shit.

"the strings?" miguel asks dorkily and you smile sadly at the mirror. even when you felt horrible, he knew how to make you feel better. "no, baby, not the strings." you take a deep breath. "i just don't like the way i look in these sets, that's all." you finally conceded, hoping that would be the end of the conversation.

you knew miguel was persistent, though, and you wouldn't be surprised if he tried to get you to tell him exactly why you didn't like how you looked.

you didn't hear anything for a few moments and you started to hope that miguel had given up and left, but then, you hear the door handle shake and watched it twisting open in a panic. "no, wait! miguel—"

the door swings open, miguel's big body blocking the entrance. your hand falters at the failed attempt to keep the door closed and you shamefully take a step back, turning your body away from him and crossing your arms over your chest.

"cariño", miguel steps in and closes the door behind him. he walks closer and gently grasps your hips, moving you so that your back is facing the mirror and your front is pressed up against his body. "tell me what's wrong, why are those beautiful eyes of yours crying, hm?" his large hands move up your back, resting at the base of your neck and stroking the nape.

"do you not like the color? the patterns?" his eyes rake over your body. "because i think they're all very pretty".

you bite the inside of your cheek and avert your gaze, not wanting to face him. "nothing at all like that, they're all beautiful". you admit. you can feel his eyes boring into the top of your head, waiting patiently for a real answer, but you stay quiet.

"then, enlighten me for a moment", miguel starts, taking one of his hands from the back of your neck and using it to tilt your chin up. "what is it about these outfits that you don't like?"

"because, miguel," you huff out and push at his chest lightly. "they don't look good on me, okay? they just make me feel… not good. like i'm— ugh, like they just don't look good on my body." you admit, a tear falling down your face.

the sight of it breaks miguel's heart and he wipes it away with his thumb. "oh, my love," he says. he kisses your cheek. "what makes you think they don't look good on you, mama?"

"they just… don't. i'm not saying they aren't cute, they're just not for my body, i guess". you shrug and try to turn away from him again, but miguel doesn't let you.

"how could you say that about such a gorgeous body, hm?" he says, hands slowly making their way down your body. "you look stunning, cariño. borderline irresistible, and you don't like them?" miguel clicks his tongue and shakes his head in disbelief. "you have to be crazy".

you scoff, rolling your eyes. "yeah, right." you make eye contact with him and miguel's heart breaks with how broken you look. "how could you love a body like mine? it's just so— i don't know, not sexy".

you move to turn around and slip the lingerie off your body, but miguel grips your hips again, holding you in place. "look at me", he says. his voice is hard and demanding and you shiver under his grasp. "i want you to see what i see, honey girl, don't push me away." he murmurs and slowly guides your body to turn around.

"keep your eyes on the mirror, understand?" miguel says softly. you nod and keep your eyes trained on the reflection, watching him slowly caress your sides. "good girl." miguel compliments. you can't help the shiver that runs through your body at his words and his smirk widens. he loves having this effect on you.

he slowly moves his hands up and down your sides, taking his time in tracing your curves. "see that, baby?" he says and cups your breasts. "this beautiful, soft body of yours. it's fucking perfect." he squeezes them and leans down to suck a kiss into your neck. "it's made just for me." he murmurs against the skin.

you squirm in his grasp but don't take your eyes off the mirror. miguel pulls away and gives you a stern look, "are you gonna watch or do i have to make you?" he asks. he raises an eyebrow when you don't reply, and you whimper.

"n—no, sir." you stutter out. you're turned on, the feeling of his hands all over you and his dirty words not helping the growing arousal between your legs. miguel nods and returns to touching your body. he slips his hands around your waist, squeezing your love handles before bringing his hands down to cup the bottom of your tummy. he massages the flesh and sucks another hickey onto your neck.

"all of you is breathtaking, my love". he says and moves one of his hands back to the front of your body. "this tummy", he groans, one of his hands moving to squeeze the flesh of your sides. "these curves", his hand moves again, gripping the meaty flesh of your thighs and lifting the leg that isn't on the floor. "these gorgeous fucking thighs." he sighs, shuddering in pleasure as he practically gropes you.

"all of it is gorgeous, 'n' all of it is mine. can't have you talking down on what's mine, can i?" he smirks at you through the mirror. "it's just not right, honey girl."

"no, sir, i'm sorry." you whisper out. miguel smiles sweetly at you through the mirror, leaning down and pressing chaste kisses against your neck. "my sweet girl, there's nothing to apologize for. i know you get lost in that little head of yours". he says, his hands moving back up to squeeze at your breasts. "how can you not think of the way i feel about you, though? i love this body. i'm obsessed with it. would stay home 'n' play with all day if you'd let me, you know i could do it".

you did know. miguel didn't have any problems spending the whole day worshipping your body, playing with it until you were a mess, begging for him to fuck you. his favorite pastime, if he had one, would be spending the whole day in bed, making you cum on his fingers and his tongue. he's done it before, and he'd do it again if you asked.

"m'sorry, miguel." you whimper, tears pricking the corner of your eyes. you didn't know what else to say, all the praises and kind words were getting to you. you can't remember the last time someone made you feel as good as he does.

"don't apologize, baby." miguel murmurs and kisses the side of your head. "you don't have to apologize, jus' let me make you feel better, hm?" he squeezes your breast again, tweaking a nipple and grinning at the small moan that falls from your lips.

"i'll make sure all the nasty things in that head of yours go away, yeah?"

and that's how you ended up being pressed against the wall of the dressing room, miguel's hand over your mouth and his free hand groping every area of your body he can. tears of pleasure prick so prettily at your eyes and miguel revels in the fact that he's the one who caused it.

"this is what you should be crying about." miguel whispers, his lips right by your ear as he presses his hips further into you. he's relentless, his thick cock stretching you out so deliciously while he plays with your body. "should be cryin' about being fucked open on my cock, should be sobbing over how good you feel." he emphasizes his point with a hard thrust and his hands squeeze the flesh of your breasts.

"god, look at you, mi amor." miguel murmurs against your lips. "you look so fucking perfect like this, all fucked out on my cock. 'm so lucky." he presses a quick kiss to your lips and leans back up, a hand gripping your neck and his thumb stroking the underside of your jaw. he turns your face carefully to the mirror, holding you in place.

"watch me", he commands, his freehand moving down to rub tight circles around your clit. "watch me worship this perfect body. watch yourself get fucked open on my cock, and don't take your eyes off of us." his eyes are trained on the mirror, too, a dark lust swirling in them.

you nod, small whimpers and pants escaping your mouth as miguel takes his hand off your mouth. "m—miguel, baby." you whimper and throw your head back. "'m close, please, let me cum." miguel shakes his head and leans down to press a sweet kiss to your shoulder. "not yet, baby," he whispers and bites the soft flesh.

"gotta see what i see, 'n' then, i'll let you cum. sound good, honey girl?" he smirks. you whine and shake your head, but you can't help but follow his command.

he's making it hard for you to keep your eyes on the mirror, the way his cock is thrusting into you and the way his thick fingers are playing with your clit have your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

"look, baby, watch how well you're taking my cock. so perfect, 'n' all mine. look at that beautiful body of yours, taking me so well." miguel groans and kisses along the back of your neck, his lips brushing against your skin.

"that's it, baby. 's what i see when i look at you." he says. he brings his free hand up to rest against your cheek, forcing you to keep eye contact with him. "see how beautiful you look? see how sexy you are? fuck, i can't even put it into words, honey. you're perfect. every single thing about you."

your eyes start to roll into the back of your head again and miguel's hand moves back down to your pussy. "keep your eyes on me, understand? 'm not letting you cum 'till you do." he grunts and slows his thrusts, not wanting this to end just yet.

"please, miguel, i need—"

"i know what you need, baby. i know this body." he whispers and strokes his thumb across your cheek. "just a little longer, honey. you're doing so good." he praises. you do as he says, keeping your eyes on the both of you in the mirror.

you feel yourself starting to cry, and the tears are falling faster now. "that's it, baby." miguel encourages, his fingers starting to work faster against your clit. "there's that beautiful girl. see how stunning you look when you're taking my cock like the good girl you are?" he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips, and the tenderness of the action has you breaking out into hushed sobs.

"fuck, miguel." you whine, his lips and his words and his hands making you feel like you're on cloud nine. "thank you, thank you s'much, love you— fuck! love you, love you, love you!" you cry, the feeling of his fingers and his cock driving you insane. you're so close, just one more push and you'd be gone.

"i know, honey. 'm right here. i love you too, you and this body. love every single part of it." he murmurs. his thrusts get harder and his fingers press impossibly deeper, the feeling pushing you over the edge.

"you can cum, honey girl, 'm right here." he says, his eyes fluttering closed as he feels you tighten around him.

you let yourself go, and the feeling of miguel's body surrounding yours and his words have you spiraling into a blissful orgasm. you cry out, slapping your hand over your mouth as your body twitches, and miguel moans lowly in your ear. "there you go, that's it, cariño." he coos. he pulls his hands away from your body and pulls your hips towards his, gripping the plush skin tightly.

he thrusts his hips harder into yours, chasing his own high. "so fucking good, honey, such a perfect body." he praises. he bites your neck and comes inside you, his cum filling your cunt as his hips still against yours. "perfect," he groans out. "all of it, perfect."

the two of you are breathing hard, the air around you feeling hot and humid. miguel's sweaty body is pressed against yours, his softening cock still inside you.

and when he kisses you again, helping you settle on the bench of the dressing room while he assures the worried employee outside that everything's fine, you're left with a new mindset.

you don't mind the lingerie sets that much, they're really pretty and yeah! they do look good on you, real good.

when miguel makes a move to slip the underwear off your body and press his tongue inside you, whispering praises and warnings of silence into your body, you don't have a problem with them anymore.

not at all.

okay wow yeah this one was crazy, i rlly rlly hope u all enjoyed this one bcus i tried my very VERY hardest to do the body worship requests justice! im so sorry 4 leaving yall for practically months on end w RADIO SILENCE but i hope u all can forgive me w this teehee

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[elaemae]

The premium version of human is here to wreak house, mfs.

[Twst x ObeyMe!AFAB!reader]

CHP. 7

Again, I thank y'all for the reblogs, likes and comments guys, it really helps me :)

CW: Blue pronouns or address for MC every time they get mistaken for a guy. Also, I'm a potty mouth so MC is too.

Inhale..

Exhale....

Inhale......

Exhale.......

Inhale.........

Ex-fucking-hale.......

You're about to have a stroke right now.

You should've just went back to the goddamn infirmary instead of checking in on these obnoxious, bitch-less, probably father-less, motherfuckers.

It's just cleaning windows!! How the hell can you mess up like this?! Why the fuck did the cafeteria chandelier get involved??

GODDAMNIT!! WHY IS YUU INVOLVED AS WELL?! AHHHH—!

*One eternity of screaming like a banshee later*

After sending those damn kids and cat away to get some sort of magical stone in some godforsaken mine, you wrangled with the headmaster for at least two hours to prevent him from writing up the expulsion papers of Yuu and that Blue-haired kid who was mostly innocent about the ordeal.

(Meanwhile, encouraging him to kick that Ace kid and the damn cat off the school. You ain't about to let audacity run free rn, mostly because you feel yourself start genuinely tweaking as you almost got possessed by the urge to sucker punch someone's soul out of their body.)

[Satan perked up, there it was again.

That distinctive spark of wrath that he can feel through your pact with him is both concerning and comforting.

On one hand, the anger he feels means that you're alive. And seeing that what he's feeling through the pact is mostly annoyance, then that must mean that nothing marginally bad or traumatizing had happened to you yet.

You're actually more pissed off in a 'someone-had-the-audacity-to-eat-my-snacks' kind of way more than anything else, meaning that you're safe for now.

But on the other hand, he doesn't know how long that temporary safety will last.

There's also the fact this is the fourth time he'd felt that spark of 'I-wanna-punt-someone-into-the-fuckin-sun' kind of anger from you, which is worrying because it hasn't even been 48 hours since you were kidnapped by some mf.

He shook his head, calling upon a subordinate (read: Devoted fan) to collect more and more books to learn what type of teleportation and sleeping magic was used in your kidnapping.

With the massive search party spanning all three realms that they'd called upon, they will find you sooner or later.

And once they do...

Well... You'll need to get used to being with someone at all hours of the day.]

*Passive-aggresively reminding Crowley that he can't kick out an innocent kid for something they didn't directly do as they had no way of stopping the events that transpired.*

["You don't want the word to get out that you let an innocent teen roam around in a foreign world with absolutely nothing to their name and nobody to protect them, right?"

"That is true, but I still can't just let this go unpunis–"

"Especially when it's the school's faulty equipment that took them so far away from all of their loved ones and belongings, right?"]

Needless to say, Yuu ended up being "fired" in the end, quite an unfortunate result because they will need to freeload off of you until the end of your stay in this world. (Poor them, they got fired before they knew that they had a job in the first place.)

Oh well, it's better than being kicked out from practically their only way back home right now...

Hays... That cruel crow..

Anygays, it's time to snoop around and hopefully make some connections to the residents of this school.

This is a well-known college, right? So there should be influential people here somewhere...

Hehe.. It's time you bring out your gaslight, gatekeep, gold-digging skills so that you can girlboss your way into stability inside this foreign world.

• • • • • •

Suddenly, more than a dozen individuals felt a strong shiver run up their spines.

Haha... Well that's ominous!

• • • • • •

Ortho deadpanned at his brother.

It seems that almost burning down their dorm room last night isn't enough to deter him from making his [Mr. L/n x reader] fanfiction complete with mandatory fan art for every single chapter.

Haaa....

But at least his brother isn't 'fanboying' about another fictional character again...

Hm... Now that he thinks about it..

Maybe his brother will be more inclined to make friends if it's Mr. L/n!

And thus begins Ortho's journey of being an unknowing wingman as he tries to get his introverted brother to make friends.

• • • • • •

You narrowed your eyes as you looked at the small gift on top of your temporary bed in the infirmary.

Dats suspicious....

Dats weird......

You turn your necklace into a staff and start poking the box, trying to see if it'll suddenly turn into a horrific eldritch monster and jump you. (Won't be the first time that happened.)

• • • • •

"It is done, ××× ×× ××××××" (This is too easy to guess😑)

• • • • •

Diavolo sighed for the tenth time that hour, lamenting how trying to focus on his paperwork is a really hard task when MC gets thrown into the situation.

'Maybe a small break will help clear my head?'

He might as well just go out for a walk in the garden to get some fresh... air...

Oh? what is this?

His eyes scanned the dark envelope he'd seen wedged under the 'To burn' stack of paperwork in his desk.

This envelope wasn't here yesterday...

After confirming that the piece of paper wasn't cursed or charmed, he opened it with apprehension.

...!

This..!

• • • • •

Barbatos appeared in the office, tense as he'd heard his lord call out his name with haste.

Reading the letter shoved in front of his face by the serious Diavolo, Barbatos made a mental note to get the dungeon chambers ready.

They've got themselves a lead.

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General Dating Headcanons | Black Hat

Black Hat X Reader fandom: Villainous/Villainos words: 1132 cw: none!! enjoy! a/n: Hi hi!! ive really been wanting to do headcanons for Black Hat for a while, I'm open to asks and requests so dont be afraid to drop a suggestion in!!

(Platonic):

Black hat is by no means an easy boss. He’s ruthless, unmerciful and bitter, and you are no exception in the Eldrich’s case.

At first.

When you were first hired to be an employee at Black Hat Organization, Black Hat treats you as he would any of his other employees.

With zero respect.

He has very little tolerance for inefficiency

But you were absolutely determined to live up to his impossible expectations.

Maybe you spent a little extra time organizing his paperwork, or added a smidge more arsenic to his tea than usual (he had a sweet tooth for poison occasionally) and maybe you even bothered to dust some of his prized artifacts and tomes from his glory days as villain, making them look as new as the day he got them, and so many other things you did that seemed to make his life a little bit more stress-free.

At first, he thought nothing of it, it wasn't uncommon that his henchmen would grovel at his feet and suck up to him, it amused him really. 

But overtime the eldritch realizes that you wanted to do these little tasks. 

But why?? He was the most feared being in existence, and you went out of your way to do the smallest task to appease him. You seemed to worm your way into his thoughts, even as he sat perched at his desk in the wee hours of the night. Why were you just so…sweet! You should be cowering in fear!!

Speaking of fear, he loooooooves to scare the shit out of you, popping up when you least expect, out of the shadows, morphing into some unspeakable abomination of eyes and mouths (possibly) scarring you, always got a kick out of him.

After working for him for some time you were the only one, he seemed to tolerate, you managed to do your job with little to no flaw or mistake, unlike his scientist.

Dr. Flug admittedly was slightly envious.

He’d never admit it but, Black Hat enjoys holding conversation with you from time to time. He allows you to ask questions, most of them being about all the things he had witnessed and accomplished in the eons he’s been alive. He almost admired the way your eyes lit up in wonder as he explained. Almost.

You enjoyed these little private conversations too, occasionally the demon would ask a question or two about yourself, which you would happily answer. He may show no interest on the outside, but on the inside he's curious. Something he rarely feels.

He does have a reputation to uphold however, and still threatens, yells and demeans you just as he would any of his other employees.

Gotta keep you on your toes, ya know? 

But deep down you know. You know that he secretly enjoys your company and is too stubborn to actually admit it.

You even dare to go as far and say that he was a friend. Don't let him hear you say that though.

(Romantic):

hooo boy

When I say this man is conflicted

The mere thought of love made Black Hat’s face morph into an ugly scowl, something he thought was near impossible for him to ever experience. The man had no heart for goodness's sake!

Oh, but then you had to weasel yourself into his life, his home, with your sweetness, didn't you?

Let me be clear when I say that this old man has never experienced these kinds of feelings before in his lifetime, and when he does, he thinks he’s possibly dying.

Did I also mention dramatic??

When realization dawns on him, he is absolutely floored, and the first thing he does is avoid you like the plague, which confuses you and raises a bit of concern. He rarely calls you to his office, and when he does, he avoids eye contact or just faces away from you entirely, barely acknowledging your presence.

Definitely becomes moodier, and more irritable as his feelings fester.

It’s not until you confront him one evening, when the manor is still and quiet, everyone having retreated to their respective rooms hours ago. That he finally confesses.

And being the extremely old fashioned eldritch he is, he formally asks to court you, how could you deny such a tempting proposition from the lord himself??

Of course, you say yes, why wouldn't you?? It’s an honor to be courted by Lord Black Hat!

Surprisingly, nothing changes much at first, he’s still very new to these feelings.

You both come to the agreement to keep your courtship strictly private and away from prying eyes, as I’ve said the man has a reputation to uphold.

God forbid Demencia finds out either. 

With all that being said, you both take things very slowly, which thankfully you were patient and understanding about, he's experiencing all these things for the first time.

It’s a good thing you're there to help guide him, right?

He may not have ever been in a relationship, but he isn't stupid. This demon is a straight up gentleman, and extremely chivalrous. Call it old-fashioned if you must, But the man is a charmer.

Despite his villainous persona, Black Hat shows rare moments of unexpected softness when he's alone with you.

He might not admit it, but he secretly enjoys quiet evenings, perhaps reading or just spending time together in one of his private studies. He personally enjoys reading the Necronomicon to you.

Black hat also has an uncanny ability to find and present unique, often mysterious gifts. They might be rare artifacts, darkly enchanted trinkets, or even personalized items that reflect his understanding of your tastes. You keep every single one of them.

He’s surprisingly a good listener and remembers just about anything you tell him.

Which by the way, this man spoils you.

When it comes to dates, Black Hat goes all out. He arranges extravagant, exclusive events, whether it's a candlelit dinner on a rooftop or a private screening at the manor. 

He once brought you to another dimension to view the downfall of an alien civilization, how romantic!

Black Hat, in his own twisted way, is fiercely protective over you. He might not show it overtly, but anyone who dares to even look at you with disdain will face the Eldrich’s fiery wrath.

Overall, Black Hat is surprisingly a good lover and partner. Your life never seems to be dull with him around, and you're incredulously grateful and honored to be able to see this side of him, even if it's behind closed doors. He has a hard time conveying his feelings and being vulnerable, but you're patient and understanding and eager to help guide him.

He never would have thought love was possible for him until you came along.

#villainous #villanos #black hat #dr flug #demencia #black hat x reader #black hat organization #black hat villainous #dating headcanons #villainous headcanons #Black Hat Headcanons #gender neutral reader

[reve-writes]

—come running; kaz brekker.

ʚ kaz brekker x reader | grishaverse | 1k words. ʚ slightly inspired by this prompt. | after your payout, you decided to leave everything behind. the gang, the jobs. until your old crew is in a bit of a pickle and you come running back. ʚ set roughly in crooked kingdom; mild spoilers; light angst. ʚ a/n this is a short one and i wasn't sure how to end it.

“You should not be here.” Kaz rasped, visibly confused that you were standing at the Black Veil instead of being at Ketterdam University. You should be in your cramped dormitory room, perusing thick textbooks to cram for your tests. You shouldn't be with them—the most wanted people of Ketterdam.

The rest of the Crows were running errands, taking their gondels off of the island. Aside from a sleeping Kuwei, Kaz was the only other living person there.

You swallowed. “I heard that you're forced into hiding from Rotty.”

“He shouldn't run his mouth to anyone.”

You winced. You were just anyone now. “He didn't tell me where, Kaz. You did, back then. Remember?”

He did. Before a particularly risky job, if anything went wrong, he told you to come to the Black Veil. No one ever went there anyway. An island housing the tombs of the wealthy wasn't a point of interest to both locals and tourists.

“You shouldn't be here.”

His name fell from your lips pleadingly, simultaneously familiar and foreign. It had been seven months since your last job with the Crows. Seven months since you left and enrolled at the University. The payout was abundant—it would support you until your graduation and then some. You had even taken a job. An actual part-time, away from the Barrell and the pubs and the scams. Kaz had pulled a lot of strings, getting fake documents for your application, creating a whole new persona for you to be.

He made you promise to stay away from the Barrell. For seven long months, you did. Jesper would swing by occasionally. He was supposed to be a student here anyway, before the gambling and the sharpshooting. You usually got the news about the Crows' happenings from him. Until Jesper stopped coming, so you had to ask Rotty.

Once a liar, always a liar. You had lied through your life in the Barrell. You lied to get into the University. It didn't seem far-fetched that eventually you would break your promise to come back here.

“What happened, Kaz? Rotty only said something about Van Eck. I thought we were supposed to stay off of Van Eck.”

Kaz clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Again, I should tell Rotty to shut his trap. Leave, ___. Go back. This doesn't concern you.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

Kaz recognised your stubborn quality. He had always found it endearing, your relentless approach to life. The two of you were alike in that sense. What he disliked was that you didn't know when to step back.

“No. Why are you here, ___? You can't have forgotten already. Stay away from the Barrell.”

You picked at your cuticles. “I don't know. I just—”

“You don't know?” He asked incredulously. “You know that I'm a wanted man. We all are. Do you not find University to your tastes anymore? Are you trying to be a criminal, again?”

He was being unfair. “What was I supposed to do then? Go and study my textbooks, not knowing if any of you would still be alive tomorrow? Should I wait for the newspapers everyday to see whether or not you had kicked the bucket?”

“Yes! You should. You should've kept your word and stayed away.”

Kaz was at the edge of telling you everything, despite everything logical in his being telling him no. Ghezen knew he was at his limit, especially after Inej had been taken and everything else. What if you were spotted when you came? What if someone found the two of you right now? What if Van Eck took you as well?

You were supposed to get out. He got you out of this Ghezen-forsaken place. You gave him your word that you would stay out. Why were you so eager to return?

“I don't know, Kaz,” you admitted. Your voice was quiet. “Old habits die hard. When I heard that you were in trouble, I wanted to immediately come running. The way we used to have each other' s backs. It was foolish of me, but you can't seriously expect me to turn back and continue on as if everything is alright.”

He pursed his lips. “You chose to leave.”

It was as much your choice as it was his. “You encouraged it. I said that I wanted to go to Ketterdam University in passing, and you got me enrollment forms. You made me a whole new identity."

The inside of the tomb was hollow, your voice echoed through the chamber. Kaz leaned back against the mossy stone wall, closing his eyes and taking a frustrated breath. He slid down to sit, and then patted the empty space beside him.

“How's university? Is everything to your liking?”

You sat down, not close enough for him to be uncomfortable. “It's a routine. Repetitive weeks. It's funny how the only thing everyone is excited for is the weekends.”

It was definitely all the death in the air on the Black Veil Island. He swore he didn't mean to say anything. He had a thousand thoughts going through his brain, but instead he said, “I can feel the lack of your presence.”

You wanted him to say it. “Feel what, Kaz?”

He turned his head to look at you. “You know.”

This was what it always came down to, wasn't it? You were picking up breadcrumbs that he left, treating them as if they were a feast. Then, he would vanish, leaving you yearning for more until eventually—as always—he would do it all over again.

“Say it, Kaz,” you pleaded. “Say you want me to stay or leave forever and never come back.”

It should've been easy. Leave. Leave and don't look back, but his hand twitched and his heart leaped at the word stay.

“Stay,” he rasped out, tasting it in his mouth tentatively. “Stay in this dump. Stay with me.”

“I will stay.”

His eyes widened. He was envious of how easy it was for you to say things that you really meant and held your heart out in the open. For the first time in months, the constant weight in his chest was lifted, the worry lines in his forehead whenever he thought about you were smoothed out.

“For as long as you like,” he whispered.

You nodded vehemently. “For as long as you want me to.”

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#kaz brekker x you #kaz brekker x reader #—ki writes 🍯

[meaningofaeons]

Hello! Have you played the latest part of the xianzhou quest? If not ignore this ask lmao.

If yes, holy shi the potential for hurt comfort in the scenes of the final battle against phentylia??

I wanted to ask if you could write a hurt/comfort fic jing yuan x reader, where reader is in the battle and sees all the shit go down and is quite shaken.

Thanks!

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ at the end of immortality

⊹ character(s) - jing yuan ⊹ word count - 829 ⊹ notes - SPOILERS FOR 1.2 TRAILBLAZE MISSION !!!, gn!reader, hurt/comfort, reader is like jing yuan's right-hand in battle and in the seat of divine foresight/implied to be a guard of some sort to him, reader and jing yuan are not together but they're both pining hard, a bit angsty but still comfort, not edited sorry

hi anon omg. this ask got me giggling kicking my feet like YES... thank you for requesting!! (＾º◡º＾❁) (also im so sorry I made this a little more angsty than I expected to wtf!!!!)

You were mad. Furious, even.

Jing Yuan could tell without even beholding your expression that you were positively seething with rage.

Towards him.

He dare not say a word about your current state to your face, though. Not when you silently draped new bandages over his wounds, and not when your hands lingered just a bit longer than they should've.

Not when he could feel the near-imperceptible tremble of your fingertips as you carefully nursed him back to health, treating him like a precious ornament that may break at the slightest touch.

"...How bad is it?"

The General's hoarse voice cut the silence like Dan Heng's spear had cut right through his torso.

Your mind flashed back to the scene, forcing you to squeeze your eyes shut.

"General!"

Jing Yuan fell through the air as Phantylia's grip faltered at last. He wasn't a Void Ranger, but...

Seeing the spear of the Vidyadhara High Elder pierce him had just about sent the same level of fear shooting through you. As though the weapon had pierced your chest, instead.

"Y/N, wait!"

"Imbibitor Lunae, what did you—?!"

Your fury came off in waves, your distress even more palpable. The aforementioned Vidyadhara—no, Dan Heng—approached you with the General in his arms, handing him off with little resistance as you helped the man to a stand.

He was still alive. You could've wept. He was still alive.

But he wasn't okay.

"I told you to stay back," you whispered, forcing your hands to still as you finished patching up his wound. They brushed over the space where Dan Heng's spear hit, and you winced at Jing Yuan's flinch.

At his slight chuckle, you worried he might come up with some witty quip that would undoubtedly enrage you into pounding your fist against his wounded back.

Instead, he only turned to gaze at you, golden eyes smoldering.

"You know I couldn't do that."

As angry as you were, you did know.

But still...

What use is a guard if their charge is always the one at the front lines?

As the General of the Xianzhou Luofu... what could you even do for such a brilliant man?

"If it had been you up there, I may have died in my worry. I'm not getting any younger, my dear."

"And neither am I. Do you have no care for the pain you put my heart through?"

Your words were far from proper, your actions even less so as you rested your weary head on the General's shoulder. He seemed to lack any concern for his own propriety, his hand reaching up to grasp your own, his rough thumb brushing your fingertips with a delicate tenderness you didn't want to think too much into.

"...I'm sorry."

Jing Yuan's relenting words were bittersweet to your wanting ears, roughened by his strain. You clutched his hand just a bit tighter.

"Is that an apology for your actions, or an apology for the fact that you'll continue to be reckless until the day you die?"

He chuckled more. The sound sent a warm, tingling feeling through your chest, a feeling that you desperately clutched to in your distress.

"Would you hit me if I said both?"

"I'll be merciful enough to save it for when you're in better shape."

The rumbling laughter continued, and you silently scolded the man for the chance of exacerbating his wounds. He only deflected the blame unto you for your quip, and you sighed out.

Ease. Your anger dissipated, fading into a comfortable silence that the General did not dare break again.

He also did not dare, however, to turn and face you. You were grateful for that.

Because in spite of your assuaged rage, your abated worries, you still fear many things.

You fear seeing new scars on Jing Yuan that you did not have to see before. You fear seeing the exhaustion grow in his youthful features, yet aged all the same. You fear the possibility that he is only a phantasm, that the mara has stricken your mind at last and all you have left of him is a pathetic delusion created by your own longing.

More than any of that, somehow, you fear that if he were to turn around in this very moment, you would cross that one line you had sworn never to touch.

The line that, when crossed, would allow you to abandon all restraint. The line that, when crossed, would mean you grasp your General in the way you've longed to, kissing him slowly to make sure he's really still here with you. To make him promise he would be here with you, forever, until the end of your immortality.

Judging from the way Jing Yuan placed his rough lips upon the back of your hand, you knew he was thinking the same.

Not yet. Not now, not even now.

But perhaps one day, it wouldn't be such a daunting wall to scale.

#jing yuan x reader #jingyuan x reader #hsr x reader #hsr #honkai x reader #honkai #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #jing yuan #jingyuan

[auroravictorium]

karma (k.b.)

trick me once, trick me twice. don't you know that cash ain't the only price?

Summary: kaz gets his first piece of information about reader's whereabouts, and pekka gets his revenge; inej makes a pivotal discovery, and kaz vows to kill pekka rollins. Pairing(s): kaz x fem!reader (established relationship) Word Count: 3.8k Warnings: moderate violence [choking, breaking bones, punching, kicking], mentions of blood, mentions of killing (in the context of a threat), violent!kaz (but not as violent as he could be, y'know)

Genre: angst + action

Author's Note: another beast of a part for you guys!! i hope you all enjoy, and thank you to everyone for your kind words!! you're all so sweet i'm sobbing - promise we're gonna get a reunion between kaz and reader soooooooon! then some fluff hehe.

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"I asked around," Nina said quietly, just for Kaz to hear as they stood behind a crumbling chimney atop a bank in the Financial District. It wasn't far from where Y/N was taken, and with this view, Nina couldn't blame Jesper and Inej for losing sight of the mercenaries. In the tangle of Ketterdam streets, it was too easy for them to get away. "Only three mercenary groups based in Kerch use ether."

"Which groups?" Kaz said, peering around the chimney and glancing at his pocket watch. Pekka Rollins's closest financier should be coming up for his hourly smoke anytime now, and Kaz was growing impatient. Not that he had much patience in the past three days, most of it shot by worry and an inability to stop wondering if you were still alive. He knew Pekka Rollins; he wouldn't choose a mercenary group that wasted time.

"-And the-Are you even listening to me?" Nina said, cutting herself off and looking at him with a raised brow. Her unimpressed look softened when she saw his pursed lips: his only tell that he was somewhere else, probably thinking about Y/N. "Kaz. We're going to find her."

Kaz turned and masked his concern with a scowl. "Of course we will. That's why we're here," he said sharply. She's in this mess because of me. The thought had plagued him since Inej and Jesper told him you were gone; finding you was the only way he could fix this. He wouldn't accept any alternative. "Which group uses ether the most?"

"They call themselves the Dykhaniye." Nina closed her eyes and felt for nearby heartbeats; none, except for Kaz's. "Wylan said ether is highly flammable. As far as anyone has heard, they're the only ones able to use it successfully without any significant losses on their end. Others have tried, but..." She shook her head to clear her thoughts. She didn't want to think about what ether was doing to Y/N. Difficulty breathing, fatigue, vomiting... Nina knew Y/N was strong but didn't know how long she could survive being repeatedly poisoned.

"We need to find where they're based. That's where they'll have taken her." Kaz clutched onto his cane and fought to keep his breathing steady. Nina's wording was deliberate. No significant losses on their end. If they found Y/N, what state would she be in? Would they kill her, or would exposure to the ether do it? "I'll send word to Inej."

"She's already investigating leads." Nina held up a hand, silencing Kaz as he opened his mouth to question how, exactly, Inej could already be investigating leads if Kaz had just heard this information. Nina tilted her head toward the door and mouthed, Later.

Fine. Kaz would question why he didn't hear about this first once he was done beating the shit out of the financier. Get the information, ask Inej what she knows, and find Y/N. He snapped his mouth shut and angled his head, listening as the door to the roof creaked open. The metal hinges squeaked terribly, grating Kaz's ears and making Nina cringe. 

The door creaked shut, and Kaz heard footsteps approaching the edge of the roof. Nina raised her hands, already feeling for the man's breathing. It came to her as naturally as wind to sails, and she started to curl her fingers.

Kaz held up a finger. Wait. He glanced around the side of the chimney and watched the man next to the decorative metal fencing along the roof's edge. It was rusted, and pieces flaked off as the man lit his first cigarette, inhaled deeply, then tapped the ashes off using the fence.

He puffed away, looking over the city, and Kaz lowered his finger. 

As the man inhaled, Nina clenched her fist.

The financier choked on the smoke and dropped the cigarette from his mouth. His hands went to his throat, and he stumbled back from the metal fence. He hacked and coughed, tipping forward until he sank to his knees. As his lips turned blue, he swung his head wildly from side to side to look around for anyone who could help.

Instead, he found Kaz, who had no intentions of helping the man get back to his smoke break. Vengeance burned in those icy blue eyes, and the man gaped in fear like a fish pulled from the sea.

Kaz brought his cane down on the man's skull. The man's mouth moved like he wanted to cry out, and he slumped to the side onto the rough surface of the roof. Blood seeped down the man's temple, and a sick satisfaction ran through Kaz, fueling his wrath and setting him ablaze from the inside out. He hauled the financier back to his knees with a gloved hand on the man's collar, then started dragging him toward the teetering metal fence.

The man writhed underneath his grip, his hands going to Kaz's wrist and pulling, trying to pry his fingers away. But Kaz's grip was as unbreakable as his determination to bring Ketterdam to its knees until he found Y/N, and he had no problem destroying this man and this city if it meant making sure you were safe.

Kaz positioned the man so he hung partially over the fence, his face turned to the streets below. Nina released her grip on the man's lungs enough for him to breathe some air but not enough to scream or make much noise. The man went slack once he could gasp, but Kaz wasn't foolish enough to release him.

"I'm only going to ask this nicely once," Kaz hissed, leaning in so his voice was a terrible, dangerous whisper in the financier's ear. His eyes glinted in the setting sun, the icy blue color turning a sinister shade of orange as his irises caught the sun's fading rays. "Pekka Rollins paid off mercenaries recently. How much did it cost?"

Nina stayed behind the chimney, giving Kaz the space to work, but she peeked at the man as he gasped for air. His heart raced against his ribcage fast enough to make her want to wince, and his lungs strained with the effort to keep up with his panic. Saints, Kaz was trying to send this man into heart failure before getting any answers.

"I can't-" the man wheezed through blue lips, "tell you." His face throbbed as gravity forced his blood to his head, and his breathing trembled.

Kaz pushed the financier further over the barrier, which creaked dangerously under the man's weight. "You can, and you will," Kaz said. He jerked his chin toward the street below, filled with passersby on their way home for the evening or to the East Stave for some debauchery to relieve the workday's stress. "Or I just might lose my grip." 

"He'll kill me," the man whimpered. He coughed, and his mouth tasted like copper. "He said he'd kill me."

"I think you're worried about the wrong person." Kaz kicked the metal fence, and the segment beneath the man buckled. The financier cried out as he hung over the alleyway, supported only by Kaz's grip on his collar. He finally seemed to realize that Kaz intended to let him hurtle off the roof headfirst if he didn't get answers, and he sobbed a quiet plea for help. Nobody looked up, the sound muffled by a twitch of Nina's fingers. 

"How. Much," Kaz pressed. His arm was beginning to strain from holding the man up, and his leg was none too pleased with the exertion required to keep his weight steady on the roof's edge. 

"Two million kruge," the man sobbed. "Mercenaries wouldn't accept anything less."

Kaz tilted his head. "Is he telling the truth?" he said too calmly, the question intended for Nina. He could feel her eyes on him, on his complete indifference to the man's desperation to survive. But this paled in comparison to what Kaz wanted to do in revenge for your kidnapping. 

Nina winced, though Kaz's tone was outwardly neutral. She peered at his face. His expression bordered on bloodthirsty, and Nina swallowed. "Yes," she said softly.

Sometimes it was easy to forget how Kaz got his reputation, especially when Nina saw him around Y/N. He was always kind with her, as tender or gentle as a man with such sharp edges could be, and he never responded to her with anything other than a racing heart or caught breaths. 

Kaz loved Y/N, whether he admitted it to himself or not, and Nina's ability to hear the signs made her forget that he could be like this. And he would if it meant keeping his Crows secure, his business intact, Y/N alive and safe.

Kaz surveyed the man's face, the tears in his eyes, and his moving lips as he murmured prayers to his saints. He considered Nina's confirmation of the financier's truthfulness, yet how easy it could be to throw this man off the roof and be done with it. It would be merciful compared to what Kaz wished he could do to this man for his role in your kidnapping, enabling Pekka Rollins to hire the mercenaries.

Chances are, the financier didn't even know your name. It wasn't in his purview.

Kaz clenched his jaw. This man's death could send a message and make it clear that Kaz would only do worse until he got the information he wanted. He could cause terror, drive the Dime Lions out of hiding and force someone to yield information. It was what Pekka Rollins would do if Kaz had inflicted the magnitude of pain that Rollins had.

His brother. His childhood. His Crows. His love.

He jerked the financier upright once more, and the man let out a sob that Kaz cut off as he shoved the man away from the roof's edge. The man rolled a few feet away and stopped at the bottom of the chimney, crying and mumbling prayers into his palms. 

Kaz crossed over to him in two long strides and brought the blunt end of his cane down on the man's ribcage hard enough to fracture bone. Nina winced when she heard the crunch, pressing herself into the side of the chimney; the cold seeped from the bricks into her back, and she squeezed her eyes shut.

"Which group of mercenaries did Rollins need the money for?" Kaz growled. He moved the tip of his cane to an unbroken rib and leaned just enough weight on it that the man choked on another cry. 

"The Dykhaniye," the man wailed. He'd given up on trying to conceal information from Kaz Brekker, who knew exactly what buttons to push to get what he wanted. "I don't know what he wanted with them." He turned his head to the side and spat to clear his airway, creating a mess of blood and tears down the side of his face and on the ground.

Kaz lifted his cane, and the man immediately tried to wriggle away from him as if he could get far enough to be out of reach of the crow-headed cane. "That wasn't so difficult, was it?" Kaz said. He tossed a wad of kruge at the man's battered chest, and the bills scattered across the rooftop on a light breeze. "For your trouble."

It was mocking, but he could have done much worse. If the financier had any sense left, he would take the money and get the hell out of the city before Pekka Rollins caught wind of his men breaking under threat from Kaz Brekker.

He turned and caught Nina's gaze. Giving her a curt nod of thanks, he spun on his heel and went for the door leading off the roof. She rushed to follow, sparing a short glance at the sobbing man next to the chimney. "You were right," he said quietly. It was the closest he would get to approving of her telling Inej of her suspicions before him. "Now, we wait to hear what Inej knows."

-

Your head snapped sharply to the side as Pekka Rollins cracked his knuckles across your cheek. Pain blossomed across your jaw, throbbing hard enough to rattle your teeth, and you bit your tongue to silence your cry. Every breath you took stung your lungs, and your chest struggled to rise and fall against the pressure of your broken ribs. 

You fought to stay upright, forced to shift your knees against the hard ground without using your hands to balance. Your right knee scraped harshly against the stone floor, and the pain was worse than anything Rollins had done to you. It shot up and down your leg like a strong electric shock straight to your nerves, and it took everything you had to not let a sob of agony cross your lips. 

Breathe. Let the pain out through your lungs. You forced a trembling breath in and out, trying to imagine the pain in your body turning to mist. You thought of the low clouds that lingered in Ketterdam during the summer, how they occasionally brought cool breezes along to soothe the sweating inhabitants of the city. 

It had been days since you'd seen the sky, and thinking of Ketterdam's consistently gray skies brought you a unique mix of pain and comfort. What you would give to be under the clouds with the breeze on your skin.

If you got out of here alive, you would never again take the sight of the sky for granted.

When. When I get out of here.

"I'll ask you again," Rollins said, pacing before you like a predator cornering its prey. His hair drooped in his face, and the front of his clothes was stained dark with broth. There was a slice across his cheekbone from a shard of porcelain, and blood was smudged across his knuckles and fingertips. Yours and his. He looked nothing more than the scum he was, with any semblance of composure or pride wiped from his face as you refused to break under his fists. "Why did Brekker want those documents?"

You spat at his feet. Blood splattered the hem of his trousers and his polished shoes, but the wicked satisfaction wasn't worth a slap jerking your head to the other side. This time, a soft groan of pain slipped out. Your cheek throbbed, and you swiped your tongue across your dry lips as you panted. In. Out. Keep breathing.

You could do this. You could keep fighting long enough to make a plan. The mercenaries had long since left the two of you alone; all you had to do was get past Pekka, swipe the knife from his belt, and saw away at the rope binding your wrists. If they hadn't dragged you up a flight of chipped stone stairs and away from your cell, you would consider using a shard from the bowl you'd shattered; if you made it back down, you would be sure to pocket one. Use what you have.

Pekka leaned down and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him. "You're making this harder than it needs to be, lass," he snarled. "Perhaps I should have passed you over to the Stadwatch. You've killed a fair share of my men, and murder can be a serious charge if I want it to be."

"Then do it," you spat. Blood dripped down your lip, and you considered spitting it in his face. You didn't bother licking it away, unwilling to let him see how much the metallic taste in your mouth bothered you. "Why waste your time?" 

"Because you're valuable to Brekker, stupid girl." Rollins laughed, a grating, taunting sound that sent a shiver down your spine. You flexed your fingers, wishing you could wrap them around his throat and strangle the sound out of his lungs. All of this is because Kaz poses a threat to his business. 

But there had to be more. There had to be something Kaz hadn't told you.

No. Save the doubt for later. 

Pekka kicked you in the ribs, knocking you back into the wall. Fiery pain rushed to your chest, and whatever air you'd gathered slipped past your lips in a soft wheeze. Your back ached from its collision with the stone wall. Everything hurt, and you weren't sure you could stand.

A bloody cough slipped past your lips, and tears welled up in your swollen eyes. You wished you could wipe them away, avoid showing Pekka Rollins how weak you were feeling. But you were powerless to stop them, and you had no choice but to lean your head back against the stones and squeeze your eyes shut. Stop crying. Breathe.

Breathing could only get you so far.

Pekka turned and slammed his fist against the heavy oak door keeping you inside this room with him. Inside this damn warehouse, from what you'd gathered on your straggling, painful walk up from your cell. You wished you had the strength to attack Pekka while his back was turned, but you could only bring yourself to open your eyes as the door opened and two of the mercenaries entered.

Sergei and Fjerdan Asshole. Just the people you wanted to see.

You glowered at them as they jerked you to your feet, and Sergei only gave you an unpleasant smirk. Another cough bubbled up in your chest as the mercenaries hauled you toward the door, filling your mouth with blood. You glared at Pekka Rollins as you passed him, and he looked back at you smugly.

"I can't wait until Brekker sees what I've done to you," he drawled, following you to the office door. "His rage will make it even more satisfying when I kill him."

When I kill him.

Something hot and red and destructive washed over you. Every ounce of pain in your body seemed to temporarily numb, yielding to the pure wrath burning beneath your skin. You would bear as much pain as Pekka Rollins gave you, the bruises and cuts and broken bones. But you would make sure there was nothing left of him, the Dime Lions, or Ketterdam if he went after Kaz; losing Kaz was a pain you refused to bear.

You looked over your shoulder at Rollins, piercing him with a simmering glare that would have made anyone else shrink back. "You have a spot of blood on your tie," you snarled. Then, you spat your mouthful of blood in his face. 

Rollins reeled back with a roar of outrage, wiping away the blood but only succeeding in smearing it through his beard. A murderous look filled his eyes, but he didn't have enough time to act on it before the mercenaries shoved you out of the office and toward the dark stairs leading to the warehouse basement.

-

Inej darted up the stairs to Kaz's office, panting and shoving past meandering Dregs coming out of their room for an early breakfast. She swung around the corner and pushed open Kaz's door, nearly hitting Jesper. He jumped out of the way and surveyed her disheveled state, opening his mouth to, presumably, ask what happened.

She dropped a stack of papers on Kaz's desk and leaned against the chair across from his to catch her breath. "Straight from the office of Pekka Rollins," she gasped, holding her side. "The Dykhaniye are based in Zierfoort. They own every warehouse complex in the city as a front for their operations. That's where they took her."

Kaz immediately shoved his map to the side and started flipping through the papers, glancing up at Inej. "How? I told you not to risk it." He jerked a transaction list free from the stack, and his icy eyes scanned it for any precise information. Which warehouse, which side of the city, anything that might expedite their search for Y/N. "Jesper, the carriage. Now."

"On it, Boss." Jesper gently squeezed Inej's shoulder on his way out. She squeezed his wrist in thanks. "Good job," he whispered. He left the office, and his thundering footsteps rattled the floorboards as he moved down the stairs.

"Wylan staged a distraction. The grunts around the perimeter of the Emerald Palace had to go investigate an explosion on one of their ships in Fourth Harbor." Inej straightened up and searched Kaz's face. "I shouldn't have gone without letting you know, but she's my friend, Kaz. I can't sit idly knowing I could have done something to stop this."

"There was nothing you could have done," Kaz said quietly. He stood and rolled the papers up, stuffing them in the inner pocket of his coat. He met Inej's gaze, and she was relieved to find no anger there. None directed at her, anyway. "Pekka had this plotted out for months. They found servant stairwells that we thought were blocked off, and he hired the best mercenaries that kruge could buy."

Kaz didn't blame Inej or Jesper. He blamed himself entirely. I was the one who put her at risk. I let her become my weakness, and she's paying the price. He grabbed his cane and a pistol from some hidden spot beneath his desk and spun the latter in his fingers.

Inej examined Kaz's face, searching for any hint of a contradiction to his words. When she found none, her shoulders loosened. "I'll get Nina and Matthias. Wylan is already downstairs." 

"Matthias and Wylan stay. They'll watch over the Club and the Slat until we return." Kaz grabbed his hat, stared at it for a moment, then put it back down. You were the last to wear it when you used it as a disguise to get him breakfast on his birthday. It reminded him too strongly of you, of his failure to say what he longed to say before the bank job. 

You expressed your love for him so often and so carefully that he wondered why you woke up every day and still chose him, when he could barely tell you that he cared without choking on his past. Would you still choose him when all of this was said and done? Would you realize that he was at fault for this, that he was nothing more than a shell of a man, too haunted, too broken, too bruised, who brought pain to anyone who dared to get close?

Kaz blinked back to the present, pulling himself from the color of your eyes, the memories of his fingers clasping your favorite necklace around your neck. "Let's go," he said quietly, ignoring Inej's concerned look. She'd probably said his name a few times. He didn't care. "It's a day's trip to Zierfoort."

And he stalked out of the office, leaning heavily on his cane and pondering how it would feel to finally kill Pekka Rollins.

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[kangaracha]

skz + losing 3racha

(this is actually written by @keepswingin, who found out i was saving this for a nevermore oneshot and said 'not if i write it first' and kicked me out of my own house)

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The door creaks as he pushes it open, the room beyond dark and unwelcoming in a way it's never been before. Minho's not used to this - the quiet, the lack of unopened snacks sprawled throughout the room, the absence of clothes, of beanies, of half-finished verses scribbled hastily on scraps of paper or napkin or an old thank you card from a sponsor. 

The room used to be alive with his memory. Now it just sits, a void of their own making, because attempting to do anything otherwise was something Minho couldn't bring himself to do. Not then, not after, and certainly not now, even if it was the company forcing him to be in here after threatening of doing it themselves. And Minho would never let them do something like this themselves. Not now, not ever, not when it was something that concerned Jisung of all people. 

"Is this it?" she asks, attempting to peer over his shoulder. She's a ball of energy wrapped with anxiety, he could tell from the moment he met her, and he had hated it. Hated how it reminded him of Jisung, hated how it reminded him that the world around him would keep spinning even if his own had stopped still. 

"Yes," he whispers, willing his voice to stay steady. 

He takes a step inside, and can't stop his chest from hitching, the soft exhale that leaves him breathless. The bed is made, stripped of old sheets. The shelves are empty, the desk pushed into the biggest corner wiped clean and prepared with a brand new laptop sitting on top. 

She brushes past him gently and comes to a stop in the middle of the room, eyes flickering across what awaits her. Her hands squeeze into fists beside her, and Minho hears her chest hitch too, but when she turns to him, there is nothing but excitement glittering in her eyes. 

"Thank you," she says, even taking the time to bow. Minho can't bring himself to react, at least not when he's frozen like this, unable to form anything close to words as the odd feeling in his chest tightens more. "I'm so grateful your company is providing me with this opportunity, and that you guys are being so welcoming." 

She watches him for a long moment, and if she's waiting for Minho to say something, he can't, he can't, not when he's in Jisung's room with someone else and Jisung hasn't been here in months, and the last thing Minho ever said to him was something he never should have said at all, and then he was gone, they were all gone, and Minho and the rest of them were - 

"Minho-ssi?"

- left behind.

Minho blinks. He feels like he wants to scream, or cry, or not speak for a long while. "I'm sorry," he whispers, turning towards the door. "Please let us know if you need anything." He closes the door behind him just breathes a for a moment, before pressing his forehead to the wood and closing his eyes. 

He can pretend that it's Jisung shuffling around inside if he closes his eyes.

o

The room is a mess of wires and cameras as he sits off to the side in a lonesome chair, allowing a crew member of the channel they're interviewing for to clip a microphone onto the collar of his shirt. The man doesn't say much as he does, and Minho doesn't really pay attention as he leaves, his mind beginning to drift as he watches someone else struggle with fixing Seungmin's shirt in front of him.

He gets lost in a mind a lot these days, and sometimes he doesn't even realize he's lost until one of the members is gently tugging his attention back to the present, a soft look here, a gentle touch there. Too nice, for someone like Minho, who is the barbed wire thrown over a fence long forgotten. Sharp edges and a sharper tounge, once upon a time. Now, he feels like something lost in the wind, far from home. 

"Okay, we're ready to start!" The director announces, walking into the middle of the set and clapping his hands together. "I'd like to go over a few things before we begin." 

And then he waits, eyes scanning the room, like he's looking for someone in particular. He is, because he wants the leader of the group, the one in charge of Stray Kids as a whole, and Minho doesn't realize that he's talking about him until Hyunjin is beside him and gently tugging him up from the chair. 

Minho turns to him, something hot prickling in his throat. He would spit an insult, before. Now, he simply presses his lips together and allows Hyunjin to walk him over to the director with a stiff smile. 

The director waits patiently as Hyunjin apologizes on Minho's behalf, and then the older man launches into what he expects from the shoot, among some other things. Minho doesn't really listen, simply nodding his head when needed. 

He forgets to speak up, sometimes. When they're filming or out at an event that is mostly spoken in a different language he doesn't care about enough to learn. But he's had to learn, and he's had to lead, and none of it ever makes sense in his head because all he wants to do is lock himself in Jisung's room and never come back out. 

Sometimes he even goes as far as pretending that Chan is still around, only for that cavern in his chest to grow wider when he turns and finds he was never there to begin with. 

"What do you think?" the director asks, curious tone cutting through Minho's thoughts. "You know your group best." 

This isn't my group, he nearly corrects, mouth forming Chan's name like second nature. But Chan isn't here, and Chan isn't the leader of Stray Kids anymore. Lee Minho is the one in charge of the five original members, and the three new ones. 

("To keep the name relevant," a higher up had said to Minho as soon as he had asked about two girls joining with only one new boy, instead of keeping them as an all boy group. "Sales are down, and the media has finally stopped talking about the other three. We need to send a positive message of acceptance in these trying times.")

There's a rope cutting into his chest. He can't breathe. Hyunjin squeezes his shoulder, thumb pressing against his skin hard enough to hurt. It keeps him from crying. He's thankful he doesn't cry. He's not supposed to cry. 

Chan was never supposed to leave. 

"Whatever you think works best."

o

The studio is cold and bare of the energy it used to have when Changbin would be there alongside the other two, spitting curses or lyrics or swatting at whoever had decided to make fun of him in the moment. Now it's home to a revolving door of producers that Minho never likes. 

Some bring lyrics that are too disconnected for singles. Others merely want to pander to the girls, offering them notes that Seungmin and Jeongin were more than capable of nailing themselves. The b-sides don't flow like they used to, and far too many of them are disjointed and heavy in rapping that's too heavy for songs meant to be light. 

The chorography is the only thing that stays the same after all this time, the one thing Minho can still throw himself into without having to think. He's given Hyunjin and Felix more work to do in having to train two girls with left feet, though the new guy wasn't too bad, but they never complained. 

"Good," this producer tells him, waving a hand with a small smile. "That's all your lines." 

Minho wants to say something, anything. He wants to record the whole thing, strain his letters less, hit that note like how he should be able to. But the words well up in his throat, and nothing comes out. 

He nods, and murmurs his thanks as he pulls the headset off. 

The booth is too quiet. The producer is too quiet. 

Everything is too quiet without a voice to tie all of it together. 

o

He stands on the bridge and watches the boats as they pass underneath him, the wind stinging at his cheeks. Every breath fills his chest with cold air, and it keeps him here, and awake, and alive, as he watches the lights of the city blink and flicker in the distance. 

Minho had brought Jisung here, years ago. They had talked for hours, standing on the edge of the universe, even if it was nothing more than the pathway of a bridge. He had smiled so much that his cheeks had hurt, and Jisung's laughter had been the sweetest thing he had ever heard. Minho had hugged him - pulled him close and buried his face in the crook of his neck, stayed there until forever was something he thought possible. 

"I'll never forget you," he whispers against the next breeze, hoping it will carry his words to wherever they were, wherever Jisung was. "I don't think I ever could." An exhale that rattles his bones. "I don't want to." 

He closes his eyes. Listens to the wind, and the waves, and the beat of his own heart. 

Something warm wraps around him, squeezing him tight. It feels like someone he knows. He doesn't open his eyes, afraid to shatter whatever illusion his mind has created this time. And then a hitch of breath, and a small, raspy voice, whispering close to his ear. 

"You don't have to." 

#stray kids #skz #lee know #minho #lee minho #skz imagine #stray kids imagine #lee know imagine #minho imagine #lee minho imagine #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #lee know imagines #minho imagines #lee minho imagines #roo writes #the urge to make this a full smau #someone hold me back tie me to a chair #queenmaker but make it DEVASTATING THE WHOLE TIME #like seriously this has brainworms in it #i had to call keeps a genius and i don't like it #i'm the only one allowed to have good ideas on this blog #but you know SOME people can't be controlled #anyway just fucking #imagine #this #fic #as an #smau #gen fic?

[shy-urban-hobbit]

Modern au - Lambert receives a bit of unexpected help.

Lambert stared after Aiden as he downed his shot, trying not to make it too obvious that he was putting all of his concentration into not glaring a hole into the back of the guy he was flirting with, leaning in closely and smiling that disarming smile of his as the stranger leaned in and said something to make Aiden laugh. Lambert slammed the glass back down perhaps a little too harshly, he had no right to feel jealous. Sure, they'd made out a few times (and that one heavy petting session that probably would have gone further if Vesemir hadn't all but kicked the front door in to announce his return home), but that didn't mean that they were together or anything and nor had Aiden given any indication that he wanted that. Like Jaskier, Aiden was a born flirt - it was just his nature (and god help everybody else when those two were in the same room together). Lambert wasn't about to get possessive because he'd had Aiden's tongue down his throat. Still...did he mean anything at all to Aiden or was he just one of many?

It was during moments like this Lambert seriously considered that therapist Geralt kept going on about who'd done wonders for him and Ciri. Vesemir had been a pretty ok dad as far as keeping them alive was concerned but as far as talking through feelings and emotions went, the man had left them to figure shit out for themselves rather than 'nagging' them - probably not the best tactic when dealing with three traumatised care kids. As a result; Lambert was self aware enough to know that at some point, he'd started developing feelings for his friend that went beyond simple lust, but also that he would rather stick his foot in a bear trap than actually talk to Aiden about it.

Another shot appeared in front of him. He turned his head to see Aiden's adoptive brother Cedric giving him a strange look as he leaned against the bar next to him, picking at already chipped nail polish on his thumb with his forefinger as his other hand idly swirled his own glass of colourless liquid, "You look like you need it!" He yelled over the music.

Lambert nodded his thanks before returning his attention back to where he could just about see Aiden dancing in the middle of the dancefloor with the guy he'd been talking to earlier standing (in Lambert's opinion) uncomfortably close as he tried to shuffle along to the bass beat.

"His hair!" Cedric yelled in his ear, causing Lambert to startle a little. He hadn't been aware of the other moving closer.

"What!?" This close he could see that Cedric's eye makeup had migrated down his cheeks with sweat, leaving glittery black streaks. The other rolled his eyes and tilted his head in a 'follow me' gesture.

The outside air was frigid but welcome after the heat of the club as Cedric led them out of a side door and into an alley.

"Ok, look." Cedric sighed, voice slightly hoarse as he lit a cigarette before offering one to Lambert, who declined, "I like you, and I seriously can not stand the pining anymore! So I'm going to give you a clue. If Aiden tucks his hair behind his ear when he's talking to you, you're in."

Lambert raised an eyebrow at him. He liked Cedric well enough but he knew from past experience he could also be a bit of a dick, with his idea of a joke sometimes bordering on just plain bullying (they were a little too alike in that respect which is probably why they got on - one asshole recognising another).

Cedric must have seen this in his face because he curled his lip in response, "I wouldn't joke about shit like this. I've lived in the same house as him since he was six years old. He's as bad as you when it comes to actually talking things through, but I know all his tells. When he likes somebody - serious 'I want to go on brunch dates and go halves on a shitty apartment with you' like - he'll tuck his hair behind his ear when he's talking to them. You're welcome." He stomped out the last of the cigarette under his heavy boot before turning to go back inside, leaving Lambert stood with a stray cat and the sounds of drunks yelling for cabs.

"Hey!" Aiden practically jumped on him when he spotted him and dragged him to one of the booths, "I was starting to think you'd decided to leave, you said you were getting a drink and then I couldn't find you."

"Just stepped outside a minute. What happened with him?"

"Huh?" Aiden looked back towards the guy he'd been with earlier, "Oh, Mick? Nah, and nothing was going to. He just felt a little embarrassed being up there alone. His fiancé isn't big on dancing and their friends bailed earlier so..." Lambert looked over again to see that sure enough, the guy now had his arm wrapped around a tall blonde woman, both of them waving goodbye at Aiden as they walked past.

"Making friends everywhere you go."

"Because I actually talk to people." Aiden laughed, long fingers going through the motions of tucking his hair behind his left ear - despite the fact that none of it had come loose from its tie - as he leaned against Lambert, who automatically wrapped his arm around Aiden's shoulders and gave a brief squeeze as he felt tension he didn't even know he'd been holding lift from his shoulders. He hoped it wasn't just his imagination making it seem like Aiden pressed in closer as he remembered what Cedric had told him.

"Hey!" Aiden said, lips close to Lambert's ear, "You want to follow their lead and get out of here?"

Lambert grinned, sharp and dangerous, "Let's go."

Aiden weaved their fingers together as they made their way through the crowd, Cedric back at the bar and raising his glass in mock salute when he caught Lambert's eye, laughing when Lambert flipped him off in response. He definitely owed the other man a bottle of his favourite vodka.

"Let's go back to mine. Cedric will be out past dawn if he has his way."

Lambert was buying him a whole god damn crate.

#the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #aiden/lambert #aiden x lambert #lambert/aiden #lambden #lambert x aiden #witcher aiden #witcher lambert #lambert

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Had to leave 2001: A Space Odyssey in the final ten minutes because I was literally getting muscle cramps from having to plug my ears for the monolith music.

I'd been trying to get through to the end because I knew the movie was nearly over, but when there was a brief pause, and then the music started again, I tagged out.

Let me say this before I say anything else: This movie is a masterpiece of the highest order.

But also, I get why 16-year-old me was fucking BORED, and I get how someone watching it as an adult could be fucking BORED. Because I was sitting there going, "Okay, this has all been very nice to look at, but I feel like I'm on film number 3 with HAL here, and I know where THIS part goes, but I'm gonna need a thru-thread to justify this fucking thing."

And then the thru-thread happened.

And holy shit.

My only recollection of watching this movie back when I was 16 (I remind you, I am 41) is some very well-known shots of Dave and Hal, and also many recreations of The Dawn of Man sequence in various pop culture ways (the Barbie movie being the latest in a long line).

I think it's especially impressive, watching it now, how little screentime HAL actually has and how I felt so bad about what happened to him. A computer, built by men, is possibly fallible one time. And so two humans decide they'll need to take away his intelligence because it's a life or death situation. Even the human who seems to see HAL as a possible sentient intelligence doesn't try to talk to him about his concern. When it comes down to it, the two humans decide to harm the computer that's kept them alive so far, may have (only MAY HAVE) made one minor mistake, and has tried to be friendly with them (HAL wanting to see Dave's drawings kicked me in the ribs).

And then, when you see Haywood's recording to explain why they're going to Jupiter after Dave has brought HAL off-line so deeply that it triggers as a last-ditch effort explanation to the astronauts in case HAL has failed but the ship is still usable, you realize HAL was trying to give Dave a hint about the secret he was being forced to keep when he asked Dave if he'd noticed how ODD the security around their journey was.

But also, HAL--upon realizing the astronauts plan to harm him--immediately seeks violence. But that also reflects the Dawn of Man era where we see the first tool use being to smash bones. HAL is as human as the first human to pick up a bone and smash it down.

And what saves man is the use of simple tools a computer program can't replicate or control.

#2001: a space odyssey #classic film #movies with a soundtrack that make me go panicky #i will be able to watch it at home because i can control the volume #but that's a big no to any other theater experience

[vwritesaus]

TSC WIP snippets pt. 2

pt. 1

as promised, here's pt. 2 of some more snippets from my wips—this time, from dear christopher and timeless!!! what i failed to mention in my last post is that yes, while i'm still writing, those chances to do so are few and far between bc work has seriously been kicking me in the arse :)

this is another long post, so all the goods hopefully are under the cut! hope you enjoy and please know that i appreciate your patience so much ♡

dear christopher

ch2:

      ‘Be quiet, the pair of you,’ Thomas hisses weakly. ‘You’re ridiculous—’       ‘But to be fair, Jamie, they need to be engaged first,’ Matthew tells his parabatai conversationally, as if he hasn’t just interrupted Thomas. ‘In which I fear Alastair will be the one to propose first lest our darling Thomas stammers himself into oblivion and hides behind a lady’s brise fan to save face!’       ‘That’s oddly specific, Math… and yet I can see it happening just as you describe,’ James muses while rubbing at his chin. ‘Alastair is sensible enough and good at keeping a neutral expression—and he’ll be able to keep calm should Thomas start crying in pure joy.’       ‘You’re awful!’ Thomas exclaims. He’s now utterly certain his face no longer resembles an apple, but rather a beetroot. ‘Both of you—absolutely awful!’       Undeterred by the insults, Matthew gazes seriously at Thomas.‘I’ll be honest with you, Tom,’ he says. ‘It still baffles me how the whole situation between you two occurred, but… oh, you silly sod, I’m happy for you.’       Thomas smiles shyly. ‘Thank you.’       ‘Even Alastair?’ James pipes up.       Matthew scowls, though there is no heat behind it. ‘Yes, yes, even Carstairs,’ he moans, ‘the little bastard.’       ‘Hang on, easy,’ James says, ‘that’s Thomas’s future husband you’re slandering.’       ‘James!’ Thomas protests. ‘Stop it!’       ‘I shan’t, because the thought alone makes you happy, doesn’t it? And besides,’ James adds in a murmur, ‘we could all do with some happiness.’

ch3:

      ‘Whoever decides to be the owner of your heart, Thomas,’ Eugenia whispers, her tone serious, ‘I hope they’ll make you the happiest man alive.’       ‘A wish I also hold for you,’ Thomas tells her earnestly, ‘and not of the likes as those of Augustus bloody Pounceby. You deserve better.’       ‘Augustus was a moment of weakness. I know better than to seek out rats like him,’ Eugenia says heatedly, and then sighs. ‘I never thought he’d do such a thing—but then, I suppose, I have been wrong before. I should have seen it coming, really.’       ‘None of that was your fault, Genia. Don’t ever think that. He’s a smarmy little so-and-so with an ego, and if he ever comes within five feet of you, I’ll do what James did and throw him into the Thames.’       Despite the serious mood, Eugenia cackles heartily.       ‘I don’t doubt that in the slightest, Tom.’ She sniffs loudly and adds with utmost seriousness, ‘But you needn’t worry, for I will not step out with another man for as long as I shall live. I’ll cater to my many cats once I acquire them, and will bother you and your beau until we’re all old and grey.’ ...       ‘Tell me, mijo,’ Gideon starts. ‘How are you?’       Thomas cannot help the soft snort that leaves him.       ‘Dear Papa, I hope this is not an attempt at small talk,’ he says cheekily. ‘You do know how I cannot partake in it, nor can you.’       Gideon laughs and shakes his head. ‘Not as such. I would say it’s more of an initiation into a deeper topic of conversation.’

ch4:

      ‘Thomas,’ she gasps. ‘Bach, I need Gabriel. I need—please—’       He doesn’t hesitate, getting to his feet in a rather ungainly fashion, and launches himself at the door frame. He yells for his uncle, propriety be damned, and doesn’t stop until he hears hurrying footsteps coming up the stairs.       Gabriel flies into the room not even a minute later, his hair a mess and his eyes round in concern. His gaze glides to Thomas, alight with confusion, and Thomas merely glances over at Cecily by way of an explanation. It seems to be enough for he hears his uncle suck in a sharp breath and the softest rendition of his wife’s name passes his lips.       At the sound, Cecily turns her head, and chokes back a sob when she sees her husband. She holds her arms out to him beseechingly, begging to be held, and her cheeks are streaked with fast-falling tears.       ‘Gabriel… cariad—’       The rest of the sentence is pure Welsh, too fast and broken and indistinct for Thomas to understand a single phrase.

ch5:

      ‘Has anyone told you that you are perhaps a little too kind?’       ‘Only every third day,’ Thomas jests dryly, and Grace’s lips curve upwards a touch at that. His voice turns serious then, quiet, contemplative. ‘Look, I’m not here to fight, and I don’t want to fight. I’m not here to forgive you, either. That’s not my place. But today we remember Christopher. We… we tell him goodbye, and we do that together.’       There’s a moment’s pause in which they simply look at each other. Wind blows between them, ruffling the edges of Thomas’s coat and the hem of Grace’s dress. Smoke continues to curl from the stubby remains of the pyre, wispy and faint, like the aftermath of one of Christopher’s former explosions.       ‘Together…’ Grace echoes softly.       A single tear rolls down her cheek. She makes no move to wipe it away, much to Thomas’s surprise. After a second, Grace draws in a shuddering breath and lets it out slowly.       ‘Thank you for the invitation,’ she says politely—a picture-perfect image of a well brought-up young lady; a very small piece of Thomas pangs in sympathy at that thought. ‘I accept it… for Christopher.’       Thomas nods. ‘For Christopher,’ he agrees.

timeless

ch2:

      ‘He’s… attractive, sure,’ she finishes lamely, ‘but to be fair, I don’t even know him!’       Alastair tacks on immediately. ‘Just attractive?’       Hating the evil edge to his smirk, Cordelia scowls. Prick!       She sniffs. Two can play at that game.       ‘What do you want me to say?’ Raising her voice to a higher, mocking pitch, she cries, ‘“Oh my god, he’s sooo hot, I wanna throw him against the wall and have my way with him”?’       Alastair’s face twists in displeasure. ‘Ew, no.’       ‘Then what?’       ‘All I’m saying is people have gone straight to Base Two without exchanging names,’ he declares matter-of-factly. ‘So you not even knowing him is a rather redundant argument you’re making for your defence.’       Cordelia gawks at him. ‘What, are you saying you and Charles…?’       ‘Absolutely not,’ Alastair rebuts. ‘I learnt his name first. I’m just saying that it happens. Therefore…’       He waves his hand in a way that says, rather bluntly, my previous statement still applies. …       ‘He’s so funny,’ Cordelia says through a chuckle. ‘He was funny when I met him in person, too.’       ‘He can be, yeah,’ Lucie agrees with a good roll of her eyes. ‘But good god, he can be a moody, surly bastard sometimes. I’m telling you, Daisy, you’re lucky you’ve met him now. You did not want to know him two years ago.’       Cordelia’s expression turns startled. ‘Oh? Why do you say that?’       Lucie opens her mouth to answer but then quickly closes it. It’s not exactly her story to tell, let alone to someone James has only properly met once. But it’s not as though it’s a state secret… Everyone knows what happened and who James had been on the wrong side of sixteen… but even so…       ‘You don’t have to tell me why,’ Cordelia says, drawing Lucie out of her own head.        Clearly the conflict is bright as day on Lucie’s face.       ‘No, it’s alright.’ Chewing on her bottom lip for a second, Lucie sighs and reveals in a low voice, ‘I won’t go into too much detail, but James had his heart broken really badly in high school. After that, he had a nasty streak. He went wild, and none of us knew what to do. It got so bad even Matthew threatened to stop being friends with him if he didn’t get his shit together, and they’ve been friends since we were all kids.’       ‘Oh, my god?’       ‘Hm… though to be fair, Matthew wasn’t much better. He kept getting into trouble with the teachers because of this and that. But in a way, I’m grateful to them both.’ She reaches across the table and grips Cordelia’s hand tightly. ‘Because if it weren’t for them, I wouldn’t have had the need to bury my nose in my books or the internet to take a mental break, and I certainly would not have gotten the chance to meet you.’ …       Matthew purses his lips at the less than courteous message, thinking of all the possible responses he can send to preserve his honour so James doesn’t have to, as he has done many times before. But they all fly out of his head when both of Mina’s hands land on his calf with a loud smack. She smiles gummily up at him, and his heart melts at the sight.       ‘Does Mina wanna go on an adventure?’ he asks her, already picking her up and pressing her close to his chest. His phone lays forgotten on the floor. ‘But how shall we get there? Hmm… Oh! I know. Are you ready?’       Mina blinks and then raucous, contagious giggles escape her as Matthew—holding her by her middle with both hands—directs her through the air as if she’s an aeroplane while making engine noises. Somewhere behind him, James laughs wholeheartedly and cries, ‘Up and away we go!’ The three of them fly through the Herondale-Carstairs household, James and Matthew providing commentary on all the fascinating sights to Pilot Mina, and Mina’s giggles become louder and louder.       Mediocre dates, be damned.

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what you really are // 2nd installment

Reiner finds that his first sexual encounter with a girl he truly cares for brings up a lot of memories and conflicted emotions. Loving a Devil is wrong, right?

warnings: none yet; explicit sex in later installments. characters are cadets here, but aged up to 19. honestly minors dni I'm so tired of y'all reading my porn just go finger paint or something

notes: listen, I've recently learned that Reiner being a tsundere man-baby is very, very funny to me

“They’re not our friends. They’re Eldian devils. I’m just gaining their trust for our advantage.”

Reiner had almost believed himself when he’d said those words to Annie, time and again. It’s easier to pretend he really means it when he’s talking about Eren, or Connie, or Sasha. He can pretend his jovial big brother routine is a mask. He can pretend he doesn’t really care about how much they look up to him, and that the sense of camaraderie is just a facade, most of the time...

But then she’d wiggled into his line of perception, somehow, little by little. Catching one another’s eyes now and then had turned into exchanging smiles, and smiles turned into shared observations, and quiet jokes, and tiny, happy waves upon seeing each other from across the mess hall. And then a feeling had appeared that really troubled him.

At first he had told himself that it wasn’t really happening: pretending that his growing curiosity about her was his merely gathering intelligence; that she was a useful pawn, or a game he was playing; that it didn’t really matter to him when he saw her physically and emotionally exhausted; that the strange, flipping feeling in his stomach the first time she’d hugged him was disgust.

When he realized he couldn’t convince himself, he tried to convince Annie and Bertholdt.

“It’s so troublesome the way she follows me around.”

“She really has a thing for me. Looks like I’ll have to play along, huh?”

“It’s kind of funny that she thinks this is real, isn’t it? It’s a little pitiful when she leans against me, I almost feel sorry for her.”

Gradually, as months passed, his attempts grew in some sort of petty desperation.

“I’ve spent so much time with her, I’ll be pissed off if nothing useful comes out of it.”

“Did you hear her joking around today? I had a hard time pretending to laugh.”

“She’s not as cute as Thomas always thinks she is.”

“She hugged me again and it almost made my skin crawl. Eldian devils really are totally different from other humans.”

“Sounds like you’ll really be relieved when she’s eaten alive on her first expedition outside the walls,” Annie had finally said one night, her voice caustic and bored. “Maybe you’ll even get to see it. But, if she survives and you’re disappointed, I can crush her in one hand for you. Touching her won’t make my skin crawl.”

Her impassive gaze when Reiner turned to her with a defensive fury only made him even angrier, and he’d stomped off into the night, aiming a splintering kick at the fence post Annie had been leaning against.

Still, he hasn’t complained to them about the girl since then.

When outright denial had failed him, Reiner had tried to simply will the girl out of his life, which had been an unmitigated disaster, because after nearly two weeks of him avoiding her gaze, excusing himself when he saw her approach, and even once or twice making a point to talk over her as if by mistake when she spoke, she went and turned it right back on him.

During training one afternoon, Annie had thrown her, far harder than she needed to. Whether it was deliberately to provoke him or out of simple meanness, Reiner wasn’t sure. She’d rolled to her feet and shaken herself off, looking at Annie with wonder.

“Can you teach me how to do that?”

Maybe neither one of them saw the way Reiner had started towards her to check on her, stopping himself short after three paces, nor the way Reiner’s face fell when he greeted her with concern after training, only to have her breeze by him as she talked to Annie as if he weren’t there.

It seemed less likely that she didn’t see him when he laughed a little too loudly at a joke she made in passing during dinner the following night at the mess hall, and he knew she saw him when he tried very hard to act casual two days later as he stepped out of a corridor at just the right moment for her to nearly collide with him, but even then she had just blinked as if he were merely a door flung open in her path, and sidestepped to walk towards Connie and Sasha with a cheerful wave.

After four days of this, he had waited to catch her leaving one of Hanji’s lectures and followed her down the hallway, while she acted like there wasn’t a huge guy trailing behind her like a dog with its tail tucked.

“Ah- listen, I just-- if I’ve done something to offend you, I--” The words had died on his lips as she turned to him in an instant, face flushed with anger, and then she’d layed into him like he was a training dummy, except that instead of with blades, she proceeded to eviscerate him verbally right there in the hallway. If he’d looked like a dog with its tail tucked beforehand, he was sure he’d looked like something a dog had chewed to pieces by the time she’d finished.

Well, maybe it wasn’t a completely unmitigated disaster, he figured later, because in that moment, acceptance of the situation had finally hit him like a brick, and he’d apologized, and stammered, and said a few things that barely made sense, and finally confessed his feelings with an utter lack of grace in the middle of the hall.

She’d looked at him with an uncomfortable stare, and then told him to get bent and walked away.

A day or two later, though, as he’d wallowed in the kind of dejected, confused misery that can only be brought on by acting like a jackass in front of one’s love interest, she’d met his gaze and greeted him tersely in passing. And then, much like before, small things like that turned into bigger things, and one day she’d kocked him to the ground during training with a technique he’d seen Annie use a thousand times, and while he was breathless in the dirt, she’d confessed her feelings, too – albiet with a degree of raw annoyance in her voice instead of an apology.

“I really wanted to tell you, right around the time you started being a dick, you know.”

“I uh... yeah, I know. I’m so sorry...” His meek voice and utterly abashed expression had made her laugh after a moment, and she’d offered her hand to help him to his feet.

“I’m not still mad about that,” she tells him with a lopsided grin, amused when he apologizes for it yet again. “That was months ago. It’s kind of funny now.”

“Uhh, glad you think so? It wasn’t one of my better moments.”

“I know, you were being so fucking stupid. But, it made me realize you weren’t as perfect as everyone thinks you are.” She laughs when he fixes her with a deep pout. “I mean that in a good way, quit making that face. You always seemed so out of reach, like someone who could only really be matched up with somebody... ideal. Like the couples you see in picture books.”

He watches her say this with what he thinks is a cool, interested expression, but his eyes are clearly asking what the hell that means. She gives a little huff of what might be amusement or mild exasperation.

“I just didn’t think you’d really be interested in someone who’s...” She trails off, suddenly unsure how she wants to finish that sentence. Reiner doesn’t wait for her to decide, though, ruffling her hair over her face with his hand, pulling her close and pressing his lips to her temple. He doesn’t say anything, just sighs very, very softly against her, and she lets him stay that way for a moment before pushing her hair out of her face and lifting a hand to gently brush the backs of her fingers along his cheekbone.

“I was kind of relieved to see you really are just a regular, flawed person like the rest of us are.”

It makes his heart flutter a bit, but for a reason he can’t quite pinpoint, it makes him sad, too...

#reiner #reiner braun #reiner x reader #reiner braun x reader #cadet Reiner! #he's so goddamn dumb I love him so much

[howl-fantasies]

How do the "family"(Ed, Oswald, Victor, Jim, Harvey, Barbara, anyone else I forgot) react to them saying something really nasty to yn in anger and her reaching her breaking point and having a mental break down in front of them(crying, screaming just completely unconsolable) would they comfort her or insult her

Hello dear! Thank you for your request and no problem concerning asking them. I'm a bit slow now since I have a lot of them to work on but if you're ready to be patient with me and my super-slow ass, I'll work on yours ❤

I was a bit carried away here, and made headcanons about how the other members of the family would react to one of them being mean to Y/N. I hope it's ok for you!

So here it is:

Warning: Gotham, Victor being Victor, mention of alcohol, smoking, english isn't my first language.

Word count: 6.120

Tags: Maggie is @immortal-velociraptor OC, I'm just borrowing her here, I hope it's ok for you dear. 💕 @flaysthings @keffirinne

HOW DO THE "FAMILY" REACTS WHEN SOMEONE IS NASTY TO Y/N

First thing first, let's clarify something. Yes, Y/N is a pretty confident, competent, and composed woman, most of the time, but! She also has her days where she feels under the weather and, as any human being still feels emotions. Especially with her chosen family with which she tends to lower her guard a bit.

Now, that being said.

👓 When EDWARD is mean to Y/N 👓

Ed and Y/N's relationship is like the one she shares with Oswald: complex and mostly based on a love-hate thing. So it's pretty common for them to be mean to each other, but in a teasing way. Though, sometimes, Ed or she can go too far.

-- Ed is a cleaver man and perfectly knows which button to push to make Y/N mad or feel hurt. When it's the last, he knows he screwed up as soon as he sees her eyes becoming glassy and her jaw clench and unclench to try to keep the tears at bay.

The woman would simply take a shaking breath, mutters a "ok, that's enough", and rush out of the room or hang up to go cry, break, or shoot a few things in her room or any empty one she can find.

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🌸MAGGIE: would be one of the firsts to notice Y/N's distress. She knows better than rush to Y/N when she's in the middle of a breakdown with a weapon in her hand and probably a rocket launcher hidden somewhere.

-- Instead, she would rush to Ed and make his life a living hell. Yelling at him about how insensible he can be, shouting even louder if the man tries to defend himself and, depending on what he is saying, may try to slap him.

-- Demands he apologizes properly. So what if he gets his ass kicked in the process? He was a jerk and probably deserves it. "Don't worry, she won't open your third eye with her gun, her charger is empty and we hide the others. Mind the blades, though. I saw Victor going in and out their room earlier and his smile was scarier than usual."

-- Would make sure to pamper Y/N properly, coo at her and be super protective during the rest of the day.

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☂ OSWALD: would hear about it from Maggie *Lucius and Draco Malefoy's vibes here*

-- First will laugh a bit, I mean... They are both pigs' heads, so it's funny to see one of their quarrels going this far. Is even a bit impressed by Ed's capacity to make Y/N's strong facade crumbles.

-- But hearing Maggie so distressed, he would have to do something.

Something being: send Ed a text: "Bloody idiot, go apologize before I order Victor makes you. He would be too happy to explains and probably show you how a man with no legs, hands, and ears can still be alive enough to do so."

-- Will offer Y/N some tea and biscuits his mother liked to bake him when he was recovering from one of his tantrums.

-- Isn't too worried. Y/N and Ed wouldn't be able to fully be themselves without the other to taunt/threaten/cooperate with/vent to. So they'll be back to be their usual selves soon, he's certain.

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🪒VICTOR: Oh boy. Ed made his wife cry. We all know how Zsasz deals with people making his "Sweetness" cry: he beats them to a pulp. But since it's Ed, make it a: annihilate.

-- Impossible to call him on his phone. The hitman is on a mission now. If Maggie wasn't able to hide his machine and sniper guns, Ed would have to run. And fast.

-- His plan is very simple: search Ed. Find him. Torture him. And decapitate him to bring his head to Y/N and make it apologize. What? He's a super-talented ventriloquist after all, ask Oswald and the previous commissioner!

-- Doesn't care if he has to kill a few Gothamites or GCPD officers to reach his goal. I told you. He's a man on a MISSION. Gods, even with his body full of bullets and bleeding he would find the fucker and make him pay. It's one of his top rules: make my wife cry, *insert his maniac laugh then brutally stop it* you're dead.

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🚔JIM: Why him? Let him have just ONE day without having to deal with the sicko family. Poor guy is now on high alert. Y/N crying means blood at some point. And potentially a bloodbath if Zsasz ever heard about it. He did? *Facepalms and sighs heavily*

-- Will try to find Ed before Victor and will probably have to fight Victor and pray be lucky enough to knock him out. Dear, how he hates his life.

-- Will also send a text to Ed: "If you wanted to die, there are some others painless ways, Nygma."

-- He will probably be joined by Maggie at some point. She may find or know a way to calm Victor or make him only break a few bones. Hopefully.

-- Will also send Y/N a text: "Your husband is on a killing spree. Please stop crying and do something about it."

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🍺HARVEY: I like Harvey. He's a simple but practical man.

-- Heard about Y/N's breakdown? He's in front of Oswald's mansion with two bottles of his finest whiskey.

-- He knows the woman since she was 15, of course she wouldn't shoot him now, he's too old to run meaning he's too boring to chase meaning she wouldn't even find any joy in making him suffer. He will be fine. Plus, Y/N would never take the risk to damage a good whiskey.

-- Will drink with her and listen to her ranting without trying to interject. Just making a few comments and insulting Ed when she would. He still doesn't like the man after all and would never skip the chance to spat on his name.

-- Both would be found playing poker on the bed with the empty bottles next to them, smoking and shouting, accusing the other to cheat *spoiler they are*.

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🍸BARBARA: "What is this fucking nerd's problem?!" Barbara and Y/N knew each other so well, the blonde decided it makes them BFFIT - Best Frenemies Forever In Town -.

-- Y/N is with Tabi and her the third Queen Bitch of Gotham. Selina being its Princess. Barbara is a feminist: make one sister cry, you'll have to deal with the whole sorority.

-- Is after Ed immediately and will offer her help to Victor. If he refused, fuck him, he's an obstacle to Women's revenge. These idiots will try to kill each other just to prove their stupid point: Victor protects and attacks for his dear wife. Barbara: protects and attacks for her dear sister and basically all the women in town wronged by men.

-- Will send Y/N a simple: "On it, Hon. Nygma is dead. Come at the Sirens tonight, drinks on the house."

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☂ When OSWALD is mean to Y/N ☂

Oswald and Y/N have history. Even a bookcase wouldn't be enough to store all of it from the "I respect you" when they first met each other, to "You fucking snitch/tart", when Oswald betrayed Falcone, to "Ok I'll work for you from time to time/hire you as my consultant assassin", to "OMFG I swear I'm going to rip your head off", to "Maybe you're not THAT bad after all"... See the drama? They never were able to choose between "I like you" and "I hate you".

Like Ed, he knows her very well and what buttons to activate when he wants to hurt. And the little bird his veeery good at it.

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🌸MAGGIE: Pretty difficult for her to be torn between her loyalty to Y/N and her affection for Oswald. But Cobblepot wronged the hitwoman and has to make amend for it.

-- Since Oswald wouldn't listen to reason, Maggie would ignore him first I think. Only answering a "think about what you've done" when he would question her about her aloofness.

-- She would try to send a text to Y/N, just to ask if she can do something for her to make her feel better. Probably just let her be, but she had to ask.

-- Will ask Olga to make all the dishes Oswald hated just to make him feel miserable. Will also mess with his white clothes, adding an innocent bright red sock to his washer. Oh, no, now everything is pink, *sigh* so sad.

-- This little petty game would last until Oswald finally snaps and goes apologize. Last time Maggie had to use this cursed technique, it lasted four whole days.

-- Oswald was so stubborn he was ready to meet his goons with pink-dressed shirts, if not for Olga and the whole plate of goulash she accidentally she spilled on him.

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👓 ED: Like Maggie, Ed would choose mental torture. Remember his bowler hat in the middle of Oswald's desk? The same idea, but with a picture of Y/N scowling disapprovingly.

-- He would put this picture everywhere. In Oswald's dresser, behind the mirror in his bathroom, on the cushion next to Cobblepot's one in his bed, in the pockets of his coats...

-- Damn he would even pin one on the toilet bowl, making Oswald scream bloody murder and scramble out of the room.

-- Would create as many riddles as necessary about guilt and hurt feelings, and broken friendships. If this approach isn't enough, Ed isn't against abducting Oswald, stump him with one especially twisted riddle, and forcing his old friend to call Y/N to solve it and hopefully save his life. "The perfect pretext to start an apology, don't you think, Oswald?" He would ask mockingly.

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🪒VICTOR: Depends on what Oswald said to Y/N. The situation is a bit tricky here, since Cobblepot is his boss and he cannot kill his boss without a very good reason to do so.

-- But he's mad, that's for sure. And Oswald needs to pay too, in a way or another. You may find some of his cold creepy vibes from S1 here, when he was still under Carmine's wing and Oswald was terrified by him.

-- Would still do his job, though. He's a professional after all. But, his killings would be truly horrifying. And he would manage to send Oswald every piece of each kill. Like: "I can't really kill you now, but that's exactly what I would love to do to your sorry ass."

-- If what Oswald said was really threatening Y/N's mental state, no cute little gifts. You will find Zsasz chasing Oswald around his own house, shooting just a few millimeters from him and "guiding" him to his bedchambers in order for him in apologize. Likes to call this method: little shots of courage.

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🚔JIM: when Y/N has a breakdown, he's 98% sure it's because of Oswald. He knows about their history, since he also has his own love-hate history with the Penguin.

-- He also knows how dangerous Y/N AND Victor can be when she's in this state. If Victor wouldn't shoot his own boss, he's not certain Y/N wouldn't do it. Killing Oswald would send Gotham into hell all over again, just like it was when Carmine died. He wasn't ready for it.

-- Would find a pretext to arrest Oswald and put him in one of the questioning rooms. Like this, Cobblepot will have some thick hard walls between him and his hitwoman, and Gordon would have the perfect opportunity to scold him and, with Harvey's help, convince Oswald to go apologize.

-- He will refuse to stand between Victor and Oswald if Zsasz barged into the GCPD to kindly offer the Penguin some "shots of courage". Thanks but no thanks. Hopefully, his little talk with Oswald would help to ease the situation. If not... let's not think about it for now...

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🍺HARVEY: Let's be clear here. Jim would be the good cop and do the talking. Harvey would bully Oswald and make him pee in his pants, explaining in graphic details how mutilated the last corpses Victor let them deal with were.

-- He would even show him pictures, just for the pleasure of making him turn green.

-- He will 100% send Y/N and Victor a text to snitch Cobblepot's temporary position in the police station and deny it when Jim will ask between gritted teeth. What? He hates Penguin and wants him dead since ages. So what? If he accelerates the process? Some call it murder, others: public service.

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🍸BARBARA: pretty much the same reaction she would have with Ed. She wouldn't team up with Riddler, because she's still salty about the whole Tabitha and Butch thing. But will be ready to kill Oswald because he made Y/N feel like shit.

-- She would also barged into the GCPD, demanding Jim to give her Penguin, "you know...for a little chit-chat, with a gun shoved deep down into his throat."

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🌸WHEN MAGGIE MAKES Y/N CRY🌸

It's pretty rare, to be honest, but happened once or twice. At first, it would be accidental, she wouldn't even realize how deep her words hurt the other woman. So Victor had to give Maggie 'the talk' about what you can and cannot say to his precious wife, unless you wish him to go after you and end your life. Brutally. And painfully. He didn't go into deep details, just the key words not to pronounce unless you want to die.

After the talk, no excuses. She would know what she was doing, and the rest of the family would know it too.

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☂ OSWALD: Since Oswald and Maggie are pretty close and he knows about Maggie's kind nature, I think he would be the most gentle with his approach.

-- Like grown adults, Cobblepot would ask Maggie to sit with him in front of a good relaxing cup of tea and would explain to her why he needs Y/N in full possession of her twisted head to rule Gotham.

-- He wouldn't have to make her feel guilty, the young woman would probably feel already awful after making her mother's figure crumbles under her words.

-- Penguin will offer to accompany her in front of Y/N's door and will make a huge effort to play mediator if needed. The irony, knowing him. But he would try, for his precious family.

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👓 ED: Ed would be surprised first. Maggie? Being mean to Y/N? Seriously?! Then, he would be a bit mad. How dare she? Doesn't she know how Y/N put her guard down around her?

-- What angers him, is linked to the fact Y/N softer's side was hurt. Ed is protected by Riddler, and Y/N is protected by her ice-queen facade. Around Maggie, Ed and Y/N can interact freely without the need to protect themselves, or so he thought. Hurting 'soft' Y/N would be like hurting Ed and this is basically why he is so mad. This situation shouldn't happen when they are around Magnolia. But it did.

-- Riddler would be particularly nasty with her, for a few hours or days, depending on what have been said. Just the time to build trust again with the young woman.

-- Her remorse and genuine guilt will help greatly and make Ed resonate with his other self: nobody is perfect and conflict happens. Maggie is also feeling awful and will try her everything to make amend. Which makes her still the better soul in town.

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🪒VICTOR: Ouch. "Ungrateful little brat." He would mutters, just before cutting Maggie upcoming answer with the: "Not now", dangerous voice.

-- This one is tricky too, since Maggie is supposed to be their 'adopted daughter' or something similar. Seeing their underling being the one responsible for Y/N's tears and distress makes him furious. Damn, he even gave her THE TALK, and when he summons you somewhere it isn't normally to TALK. But he did, and she didn't listen.

-- Victor would also need to isolate himself a minute or two just to not accidentally cut her hands to teach her a good lesson. He's not sure his wife would appreciate, as mad as she can be. So breathe in and out for him.

-- You can legitimately feel worried when he comes out with a scolding face and a gun held firmly in his right hand. "Run little one. You know the way to our room, I'll help you go here faster", he would say slowly, shooting on the floor as soon as he finished his sentence.

-- Time to beat Bolt's record Mags, or to take a bullet in your ankle... Victor runs pretty fast himself after all...

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🚔JIM: never in the 2% left to his previous reflection would he have imagined Maggie being in them. Oh god. He would yell to call Harvey and make him jump with him into their car to rush to Oswald's mansion and try to protect the young woman.

-- GEEE-CEEE-PEEE-DEEE! Yes, you would have it here. Clearly. Both Harvey and Him would barge in with their guns ready to waste bullets and bullet armor ready to take Victor's.

-- Oswald would help them to find Maggie, hopefully before Victor and to ship her to the police station. Bad idea. They're up for a remake of S1 with Victor being here "for Magnolia. Only her." And his deep and frightening voice calling her "OI MAGGIE! MAGGIE! Hi Maggie." You can imagine the rest...

-- If Victor is already chasing her, Jim would try to tackle him on the floor and fight him in hope to knock him out. If he succeeded, see the previous point. If not, Harvey and him would run for dear life next to Maggie making them three idiots rushing to Y/N's door and yelling her name in absolute terror.

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🍺HARVEY: He would be the good cop with Maggie and do the talking. "Yeah, Y/N is a beast of a woman, but even beasts have feelings you know Mags? And we all don't want the other beast to go feral now. So please, apologize..."

-- Would offer liquid courage if she needs it. He always has some on him, somewhere. It's his superpower. Don't question it.

-- Would try to stop Zsasz with the 'diving suit' he used in S5. Can't change my mind. He likes her but he also loves his shitty life you know? So ridiculous diving suit it is.

-- Would expect a thank you letter from her after the shitstorm.

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🍸BARBARA: Wouldn't try to kill Maggie, she knows the young woman is a touchy subject with her best frenemy. But will revoke all her privileges in her club. Even during ladies night, she would have to pay. "Want a cocktail? No prob, as long as you're ready to pay it twice its price."

-- Empty threats and insults send by text. She doesn't say it but she is jealous of the link between the two women. She knew Y/N first, when she was still sane so she IS her TRUE frenemy. Nobody else!

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🚔 WHEN JIM IS AWFUL TO Y/N 🚔

It's pretty hard for Jim to make Y/N cry. For her, he's like a cute little guinea pig with much less survival instinct. Something funny to watch and interact with but not as an equal. Her mistake here. Because he managed to propel her into a mental breakdown a few times. It wasn't on purpose but it did the same. And everyone will not be as kind as they were with Magnolia let me tell you.

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☂ OSWALD: "How dare you Jim?! Friends don't make friends feel awful, don't you know it?!" The nerve here!

-- Cobblepot will be inside of the GCPD just after hearing about the incident. He wouldn't move until Jim comes with him to make a full and proper apologize to his hitwoman.

-- Don't hesitate to threaten to impale him in front of at least 50 cops. And won't hesitate to shoot a few of them if it helps Gordon to move.

-- Will screeches in Jim's ears during the whole trip, and rant about how friendship shouldn't be treated so poorly, how insensible he was with his very sensible woman assassin. "Women feel deeper than us, Jim. Everybody knows it! Everybody but YOUUUUU!"

-- Honestly, Jim would apologize. But the main reason may be to make Oswald shuts the fuck up.

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👓 ED: Hydraulic press. WHERE IS HIS HYDRAULIC PRESS SO HE COULD TOSS HIS BOWLER HAT INTO THE RING?!

-- Would also go straight to the GCPD, using gas to put everyone to sleep and kidnap Gordon. Simple but effective. Will of course ask a twisted riddle before but he already knows none of these monkeys will have the correct answer.

-- Jim would wake up tied up on a dingy table, in a dingy building in the middle of the Narrows and under Ed's favorite toy: his very threatening hydraulic press.

-- Would put a good 40kg on the man before grabbing his phone, taking a picture of his sorry ass and dialing Y/N's number to call her just after.

-- Would hang the device next to Jim's reddening face, asking if he didn't have something to say to his very precious friend Y/N. "Come on Jim, this one is simple enough for you to answer correctly. Unless you want another 10kg added to your suffering?"

-- Jim would apologize. Mostly to save his poor life. But hey at least he did!

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🌸MAGGIE: Oh she would be mad. And find her way to the GCPD with a very hot cup of coffee she would accidentally throw at Jim's head as soon as she would spot him. Harvey would dodge. Not him.

-- The young woman would yell at him, making the thick walls shake and the 50 cops inside rush out of the room, too afraid to also be drenched in burning hot coffee. Solidarity level 9000 here.

-- Won't hesitate to pinch Gordon's ear like an angry mom and pull him behind her to her car and throw his sorry ass in here. After that, she would scold him like Oswald during the whole trip to his mansion and demands an apology.

-- Will ignore him for a few days or weeks after the incident.

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🪒VICTOR: again. Remake of his iconic scene in S1. Minus the smile. He's on a mission: grab Jim, cut his hands, shove him into his car, make him apologize and maybe shoot him after, if his wife still feel bad. Or if he's still mad. *Spoiler he will*.

-- Would make a point with shooting the GCPD's main doors with his wife's favorite rocket launcher first. Oh, he killed a dozen agents because of it? Too bad. He doesn't give a shit. He's just here for Jim after all.

-- Only a call from Oswald will prevent the hands cutting thing. Jim will owe Penguin for this too.

-- But nothing will stop Zsasz to grab Jim roughly by the collar and throw him on the backside of his car.

-- Jim will apologize, fearing for his life, and take a bullet in his kneecap since Victor isn't convinced, is still mad, and because fuck it, he wanted to shoot someone today.

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🍺HARVEY: No buddy. Nu-hu. "Don't even try to justify how you so brilliantly put us in deep shit. You know what not 'us', it will be you and only you with this one."

-- Despite Barbara stupid claims concerning the fact SHE is the one knowing Y/N since ages - Wrong, I mean Victor knew her before she did - Harvey is the one knowing Y/N the longer. "15 fucking years guys." For sure, he knows one thing or two about the woman and how to act around her to maximize your chances of survival.

-- He's like her favorite constantly drunk uncle, he's sure.

-- But since Harvey is a good man, he would lend his diving suit to Jim, with a little "don't die on me pal" note attached to it. Give this man a whiskey cookie.

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🍸BARBARA: will not try to really kill Jimbo. She's still in a passionate love-hate relationship with the cop.

-- BUT! She absolutely will spam him with insulting texts, will make his car looks like a gruyère and might threaten to make the GCPD explodes if Jim doesn't move his pathetic ass to go to Y/N.

-- He would also become persona non grata at the Sirens until he apologizes. She wouldn't give him information if he needed one and would, like the queen she is, invite him to go fuck his self.

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🍺 WHEN HARVEY MAKES Y/N CRY 🍺

-- Harvey? Making Y/N cry? Come on! He's too chill for that! Harvey knows what makes Y/N ticks. And he needs her creepy protection texts too much in order to stay alive.

-- He isn't the kind of man to scold her because she went too far with blowing up a building. He would only groan, sigh, and before Jim joined him at the GCPD would simply close any case involving her. Man! Who wants a crazy lunatic woman chasing their poor soul around a city like Gotham?

-- Worse who wants to also have to run for dear life after her sicko husband heard about what you've done to his object of constant obsession?

Exactly: no one.

-- Don't get me wrong, Harvey already had made Y/N experiment mental break down, but when she was younger and much more reckless. He's many things but an idiot, despite what many thought.

-- Harvey is perceptive and, when he gives a fuck, a.k.a when Gotham is starting to burn to the ground because of Y/N feeling off, he would actually give a shit and learn to avoid triggering her like he did.

-- If Harvey feels Y/N starting to crumble after something he might have said, he will immediately stop their argument and suggest going to the nearest bar to drink beer or anything with alcohol.

-- Y/N would be with him and nowhere in town to wreak havoc. It's also a form of public service he is delivering here. Give the man a medal.

Jim would yell at him for his carefree attitude when he judges Y/N deserved a proper scolding and thinks her "I don't care if what I'm doing is destroying the whole humanity" attitude is due to Harvey's and the GCPD lack of discipline when she was younger.

"Dude, she would have been the one who makes you cry like a river", will simply answer Bullock with a shrug.

"Even as a kid, she was crazy enough to tableflip the inox table in the interrogation room right into MY FACE. Then, she stole my gun and started her own little remake of Scarface in the middle of the GCPD. You think Kyle is difficult?! God, she's a fucking saint next to young Y/N Montana."

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🍸 WHEN BARBARA MAKES Y/N CRY 🍸

It's not often that Barbara finds her way under Y/N's skin. But like with Jim, it happens from time to time. It's funny because I think Kean would feel awful being the one responsible of the other woman genuine distress. Pissing her off, ok, they both enjoy doing it on a daily basis. But hurting... it's totally different.

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☂ OSWALD: "That bitch made Y/N cry!" He would yell from one of his couch to Ed, who would be leaning against a window frame with a scowl. "How dare she?!" Cobblepot would add as he smashed his fist repeatedly against his armchair.

-- Would immediately call Victor and order the annihilation of the Sirens. "You know what to do!" He would spat before hanging up.

-- He absolutely will call all his goons and associates and tell them "Barbara Kean is now banned from their contact list. And the Sirens isn't a neutral place anymore. Yes, absolutely, you can plan a slaughter inside of it, it's not my problem anymore. Enjoy guys."

-- Will ignore her texts, most of it being insults and threats anyway, and will rush to his kitchen to make Y/N some nice tea, even put a bit of whiskey in it, and some biscuits. What? No, it's not kindness, he's simply acting like a good boss.

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👓 ED: would be furious. Even if he wouldn't plan to kill Barbara, BeCaUsE tHeY hAvE hIsToRy, he would rush to his hideout and search his beloved mini guillotine. Since Y/N is French, she would appreciate the gesture, he was sure.

-- Tabi would feel a cold shiver in her very bones, something was up. They will not like it, especially Barbara... Oh, dear, not the guillotine again.

-- Will kidnap Kean and tied her up like he did with Butch and Tabi. But this time her 60 seconds will be to call Y/N, pray she's not mad enough to ghost her and apologize.

-- If Riddler is satisfied, he would stop the mechanism. If not. Well, time to make an appointment at Gotham General Hospital. Their surgeon are great, he heard.

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🌸MAGGIE: she wouldn't confront Barbara immediately. She knows about Kean misplaced jealousy and it wouldn't do any good barging in and demanding her go apologize.

-- She would call Butch and Tabi instead and explain them Barbara put them on thin ice with basically everyone. So, it will be in their best interest to convince the woman to make amend. And soon, before Oswald calls Victor.

-- Butch would be livid and Tabi doesn't really want to deal with a berserk Zsasz in the middle of the bar.

-- She's herself a very competent assassin but wouldn't try her luck against a man who was mad enough to walk in front of a fucking machine gun, was shot by it and still managed to escape and live to tell the tale. Nope, nu-uh, no way in hell. Ok. Time for Barbara to act like the adult woman she will never be.

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🪒VICTOR: "Zsasz is standing in front of the door holding a rocket launcher." Basically this.

-- As soon as he got Oswald's call, he steered the wheel of his car to go straight to the Sirens. Funky Town blasting in the vehicle is enough to make every thug or villain walking in the area to run for their dear shitty life.

-- "Ladies", he's still polite you might note. But isn't smiling. His guns are hitching and he can't wait for a good chase. Butch will love to run again, be caught again and torture all over AGAIN.

-- Already has a plan for Kean's torture session. He will make her crawl like an animal and finish what he should have done a few years ago in Carmine's mansion. Clearly.

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🚔JIM: poor dude will try to do the right thing and rush to Barbara to protect her from Victor, Ed and Oswald. If he managed to catch her before Ed or Victor, he would try to put some sense into her thick head.

-- "Are you suicidal now Barbara?! Call Y/N before you lose a hand or worse, your whole head!" He would plead, just before a strangled yelp escaped his mouth when he hears Funky Town just behind him. "Oh shit! Shit, shit, shit! Call her NOW!"

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🍺HARVEY: "Your problem, bitch", that's what he would say just before grabbing his coat and hat, ready to go out of the GCPD.

-- "Where are you going now Harvey?!" Would ask Jim incredulously.

-- "To the bar, Jim. And I'm not going alone. Will go fetch the kid first then help her drink her sorrow and maybe puke it later. Who knows?"

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🪒WHEN VICTOR MAKES Y/N CRY 🪒

Oh boy, good luck with this one. If he's usually able to make Y/N mad enough to chase him down the dirty streets in her panties and guns in her hands and find great delight in it, Victor is totally fucked when he's the reason why his wife is crying. He's useless and would immediately ask if she wants a glass of water. *Worthless dude alert*

He's out of his comfort zone with Y/N tears. Because it means he managed to reach the most sensible part of her and isn't acclimated to it yet. For him, his dear wife is ruthless, a cold-blood killer, always have some sass in spare for him or will always find a way to make him pay if he does something that made her mad. But tears? How are you supposed to act in front of them when they aren't the product of one of your twisted torture session? *Insert Windows error sound*

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☂ OSWALD: Shock. Facepalm. Grunts. Screeches. Yes, in this very order.

-- "What the hell VICTOR?! You're not supposed to make your wife cry! What about my next grand villain's plan?! How am I supposed to concretise it without Y/N, uh?! GO APOLOGIZE IDIOT!"

-- Will wait next to the door with his arms crossed like an angry father waiting for his child to correct his mistake. And glare at him if he dares saying something stupid aggravating his wife's ire. "Bloody imbecile!"

-- Will give all suicidal missions he kept especially to Y/N in hope to kill her accidentally in the process to Zsasz. Doesn't care if there is only 24h in a day. Victor screwed, he has to face the consequences.

-- Still a good boss and make her tea + biscuits. Even plan a self-care day in which they would apply moisturizing masks on each other faces, do the other their manicure and watch stupid tv shows all day.

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👓 ED: now he wants the original guillotine model. That fucker won't live to see another day.

-- Ed can't forgive Victor. As a husband, it was HIS role to make sure his wife was ok and prevent any tears to escape from her beautiful, piercing and steel-cold eyes. He failed her. And Edward, as well as Riddler, won't tolerate it.

-- Will go against Oswald wish and try to kidnap Zsasz. If he succeeds, Victor would wake up with the Marseillaise sound, tied up and his head ready to end into a cute little basket abhorring a blue, white and red bow.

-- Only a call from Y/N would make him stop.

-- If Zsasz managed to prevent the kidnapping, he would feel the electrical end of his cane. Maybe more than once. Ed would also taste the blade of his knife or a bullet from Victor's gun, but he's too mad to care. You don't make Y/N cry. End of the story.

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🌸MAGGIE: she would want to cry too. Last quarrel between Y/N and Victor was awful.

-- It impacted everyone in Gotham: the slaughters and bloodbaths exploded because of the two, and the postal services were still shocked about their bloody and deadly epistolary relationship. For God's sake, Y/N sent Victor at least a dozen decapitated heads in the middle of cacti!

-- She will scream at Zsasz, trying to make him understand how he has been stupid and how you don't offer a freaking glass of water just after making someone cry!

-- Will hide his weapon. All of them. And his clothes, replacing them with white and pink ones. Be ready to see ViKen walk around for a few days.

-- Will ask Oswald to make his ears bleed.

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🚔JIM: Oh no... not again. He was not ready. Not at all.

-- Will immediately send a warning text to Y/N: "No decapitated heads in the middle of cacti. Not again. Are you ok, though?"

-- Will pray Satan so he would help his best agents on earth to reconcile, and ask God for forgiveness after doing it.

-- Will groan if a killing spree happens after the crying and curse Zsasz.

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🍺HARVEY: *Best alcoholic uncle in town joined the game*

-- "Fucking hell dude! No scorned Y/N, cause she's worse than any scorned woman! I know it, you know it, and everyone in town knows it! Go apologize, I'm sending something to relax her. Don't try to talk until she has drunk half of the bottle. Yeah, you're welcome."

-- Won't hesitate to add one or two Xanax into the bottle. Or a little something carefully rolled with a lighter next to it. *Don't do drugs bruh, it's bad*. It's for an emergency, the commissioner will look the other way don't worry, as well as the courier. Shh. It's their little secret.

-- Will also pray Satan for his help. But won't ask for God's forgiveness, he would have done the same.

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🍸BARBARA: "You're dead Zsasz."

-- Will join forces with Ed to help him concretise his beheading plan.

-- Will dress in blue, white and red for the occasion and even wave a little French flag during the whole operation.

-- Will send the picture to Y/N to cheer her up.

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BONUS:

🍷CARMINE: no matters who made Y/N cry, Carmine will know. Even if he's not the king of Gotham anymore, he still has contacts and will call them to make life a living hell for the responsible of his adoptive child's distress.

-- But if it's Victor, oh dear. Prepare for a disappointed father's call and scolding. Victor would be the one crying at the end of it. He would ask for Falcone's forgiveness and ask a few tips about what to do when you hurt your wife.

-- Be ready for old-fashioned advice about buying flowers, at this point the whole shop, diamonds, and do basically everything your wife might ask. "Minus throwing yourself out the window, Victor. She'll ask but don't do it. You both would regret it." "Yes, Sir."

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A/N - I hope it wasn't too long or too boring and you liked it! Have a beautiful day/night and take care dear!

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[moon-blanket]

I Finished the Imperium-- here are my findings.

Welcome to the Imperium / Your Place Amongst Magic

Not much to note, Echo wasn't as scary as I thought. I was more so "oooooh"ing and "aaaah"ing about the cool set up. I love me a good tragedy.

Hunted Down by an Obsessive Water Elemental

Kody why do you sing for so long. Please stop.

Blake's "But I'm not-" when being referred to as a Dreamwalker. That's clever, I see what happened here.

VINDEMIATOR !!!! WOOO !!!! I was So afraid that he was gonna be Mean the Whole Time. But I get putting up appearances. He slayed though.

A Desperate Incubus Asks For Your Help

The immediate tone change from Vindemiator oouugu guh YEAH.

Him apologizing if he scared us i'm going to Weep and Sob. The comeback of "living and being alive are two different things" had me shaking the bars of my enclosure. Oh yeah, that's my baby.

I will do Anything for you sir. I will die for this cause.

Hell YEAH getting Kody's ass. Get the fuck outta here baby !

"What are you gonna do, fuck me to death?" return also !!! we love callbacks.

At an Enforcer's Mercy

Vin's little thing about Not wanting to talk about what just happened, how it's just another means of survival :(((

HUXLEY NOOOOO. Huxley baby this isn't like you. Where are your mothers.

Freelancer standing up for Vindemiator when Huxley starts to punch him !!!!! Soulmates in every universe I'm tellin' ya.

Alone with the Fanatical Academy President

Would you hate me if i said I was kinda into it. I was a little Scared, but I get it a little bit.

His whole story about how he got where he is, golly ! that's a little frightening !! And his condescension when Freelancer keeps asking about Vin !!! ouu u ugh that was Something.

Uncomfortable Truths with a Hopeless Demon

Avior !!! Hi Avior. I didn't know that the Haven was a sort of ploy ! It does make sense in the long-term. The Imperium can take any power it gets huh.

And it's Starlight !! can these two not get trapped in a hell for like 5 seconds.

Oh there's the kicker !! an apocalypse !!! I knew this was happening, but hearing the characters acknowledge it !! uhoh !!

His little speech about how No One listens to him and how he goes to the roof to scream at stars :(( What if i Cry.

Consort to the Tyrant King-Imperial

I knew Damian was King-Imperial. I knew Angel was his Consort. Still in awe.

Angel has Very Valid concerns and Damian just brushes them off with "I'm the King" !!

Him freezing/tracing them so they couldn't move during their argument >:(( What the fuck sir. This is not love !!

Turned by a Devious Vampire

Do you think this is what Sam is going to do now that he's kinda left the Solaire Clan. The dentist part, not the mass-maker part. Could you imagine.

Regardless, he seemed nicer than I thought. A little nerve-wracking for sure, but there was Some kindness there. Poor Baby though, and Poor Ivan afterward.

The fucked up cycle of mass-making is crazy. No wonder the Meridian is Dying.

Caught By a Cruel Werewolf Pack

This one i was Most excited for. Imperium Pack Fics are some of my Favorites. I did kick my feet a little when Milo showed up. Sweetheart still being his mate :') once again soulmates in every universe.

ASHER !!! EJ, I understood before but now. I see the whole picture now. I immediately folded.

Him mentioning David and Darlin' OUCH !!! He misses his mate so much. I didn't know it was bc Christian and Amanda were off fucking !! what !!!

Babe asking if he's okay after chewing Christian out, and actually holding a conversation with them-- even if it's an interrogation a little bit. And once he finds out their agenda he takes them to the Den oh my god it's happening guys.

I ate this audio up. I think it's my favorite so far.

Claimed by Two Sadistic Vampires

What the actual fuck is happening right now !!! I mean good riddance Adam, but what !!!

Welcome Back

yeah yeah Echo thank you so much. I do now understand why everyone is afraid that it's constantly raining in the Prime Universe now though !! I get it !!! I'm afraid too !!!

The little bit at the end with Asher and David, and how David just wants to spend time with his best friend before the E&E Games :') that was a really nice touch and also. hurts a lot after the Inversion and Imperium !

It's time for the Cataclysm. I'm sure all of my thoughts will Drastically Change lmfao.

I gotta re-read some Fics first though ;)

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted imperium #moon's thoughts #This is actually Amazing i'm eating this up with a fork and knife.

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Don't you love it when you realize your sibling is not the person you thought they were -Danny Words: 2,218 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Orange Juice' -by Noah Kahan

XI: Would I Stab My Brother for a Million Dollars? I Would Stab Him for Free

Ara wants to rip Percy's head off.

She'd been looking for him and Annabeth for a whole hour thinking they'd been kidnapped, only to find out they'd fallen asleep in the stables like some star-crossed lovers.

It shouldn't be a big deal, but she hadn't eaten yet, therefore she was pissed. Leo, on the other hand, was cracking up. Now he can't hide his sly smirk when he locks eyes with Ara, pleased that they're sneakier than Annabeth and Percy.

Hazel gets scandalized to an extent that feels exaggerated, but Ara remembers she's only been in the modern world for about eight months, so she decides not to tease her.

"Never in my life!" Coach Hedge hits all he can reach with his bat. "Against the rules! Irresponsible!"

"Coach, it was an accident. We were talking, and we fell asleep."

"Besides, you're starting to sound like Terminus," Percy adds jokingly.

"Is that an insult, Jackson? 'Cause I'll—I'll terminus you, buddy!"

Percy glances at Ara and presses his lips together to avoid laughing. "It won't happen again, Coach. I promise. Now, don't we have other things to discuss?" 

"Fine! But I'm watching you, Jackson. And you, Annabeth Chase, I thought you had more sense—" 

"So grab some food, everybody!" Jason intervenes. "Let's get started."

"You guys are losers," Ara teases her friends as she sits down beside them. "You should've set an alarm to wake up at dawn."

"How was I—wait," Percy kicks her foot lightly. "You've done that before?"

Ara eats a mouthful of her waffles and winks at him. Percy looks at Annabeth with a horrified expression, and the girl sighs. "Just let it go, seaweed brain..."

The boy glares at Leo—seated far from his reach—and scoffs. "Fine."

The next hour ends up being worse than the prior one. Percy tells them about the dream he had, the giant twins are indeed guarding Nico in the bronze jar. He tells them he's still alive thanks to some pomegranate seeds. Hazel sinks on her chair, sick with worry, and Percy tries to ease her.

"We'll rescue him. We have to."

Hazel turns to Ara. "So you weren't wrong... any ideas?"

Leo raises his hand. "Uh... One thing. The giants are expecting us to do this, so we're walking into a trap, right?"

"We have no choice!" Hazel exclaims.

"Don't get me wrong, Hazel. It's just that your brother, Nico... he knew about both camps, right?"

"Well, yes."

"He's been going back and forth, and he didn't tell either side..."

"You're wondering if we can trust the guy," Jason says. "So am I."

Hazel jumps to her feet. "I don't believe this. He's my brother. He brought me back from the Underworld, and you don't want to help him?"

"Nobody's saying that." Frank scowls at Leo. "Nobody had better be saying that."

"No one's gonna throw threats at the people on this table either," Ara scowls. Frank looks at her defiantly, but he stays quiet. "Jason and Leo don't know Nico, their concern is as valid as your worry, Hazel."

"I remember Nico from Camp Jupiter," Jason continues. "Then I find out he also visited Camp Half-Blood—and he doesn't have a good relationship with Ara, the leader of that place. That does strike me as... well, a little shady. Do we really know where his loyalties lie? We just have to be careful."

That is partially true, Ara thinks. Nico doesn't have a good relationship with her, but that has nothing to do with her position. Nico betrayed her brother and tried to play her for a fool, that's a sore spot she's never been able to heal and she's never trusted him fully ever since, but she knows he wouldn't stab them in the back like that.

Despite what everyone back home thinks, she still looks after Nico. Ara was ten years old when her life changed for the better, but Nico's changed for the worse. She feels that she ought to protect him given that she got the better deal out of the two.

Ara tries to de-escalate the argument happening before her. "Listen—" A plate flies across the table and hits the wall, barely missing Jason's head. "Hazel!" She reprimands.

"You..." Hazel only has eyes for Jason, she's fuming, "the great Jason Grace... the praetor I looked up to. You were supposed to be so fair, such a good leader. And now you..." 

The girl pushes her chair back and storms out of the room. Every metal around her vibrates as she passes by, but nothing else goes out flying. Ara looks at Jason with a scowl.

"You're always saying the wrong things."

He gets even more upset. "But you agreed!"

"He's not working for Gaea," she states. "Nico's never been interested in what she's got to offer."

After we leave Quintus—Daedalus—fighting for his life in the workshop, we head to town and split into two groups. I'm going with Annabeth and Nico.

While Annabeth's paying for the gizmo she bought for an Iris message, Nico approaches me. He's grumpy, but his attitude is less hostile than at other times. "You saved me." 

I cut the chains around his hands and ankles back in the workshop (so he would help us), and killed a giant before it could step on his head (so he didn't die before he could help us).

"You saved all of us," I bow with amusement. "Ghost King, sir."

He makes a face. "You're not funny."

I chuckle and stand straight. "Alright. So... Minos betrayed you, Luke knows you exist now—"

"I'll go with you," he crosses his arms and pouts like a kid—he's eleven, after all. "Just this one time."

I have the theory that the more he uses his power, the more he ages, 'cause now he's as tall as me. I would hug him because I feel like doing so, but at the same time, I'm angry at him for scaring us by leaving camp.

"That'll make Lily happy," I notice the cut on his cheek, so I seize my T-Rex and offer him wipes and a bandaid. "Fix your face."

He grabs the items hastily like he's scared to get burned if his skin touches mine. That makes me realize that all this time, he's always going out of his way so I don't accidentally touch him. He knows about my empath touch, and he doesn't want me to know what he's feeling.

"Do you need help?" I eye him with curiosity.

"No," he turns his back on me.

"Ah, jeez," Leo pushes his chair away from the table. "We should—"

"You've done enough," Frank snaps at him, but Piper stops him.

"Give her time," she turns to Jason, Leo, and Ara. "You guys, that was pretty cold."

"Cold? I'm just being cautious!" Jason argues.

"Her brother is dying," Piper insists.

Ara sighs heavily. "Nico is part of a prophecy that needs to be treated with care, if we make the wrong move, we'll end up killing him anyway."

"I'll go talk to her," Frank tries to leave again.

"No," Piper pulls him back. "Let her cool down first. Trust me on this. I'll go check on her in a few minutes."

"Here's what we're gonna do," Ara claps once to get everyone's attention. "We'll leave Hazel alone, and later you two will apologize for being mean—"

"You were mean too—"

"I was arbitrary, there's a difference." Ara turns to her right, where Lily used to stand during meetings. She freezes, realizing no one on this ship keeps a to-do list for her. "We uh..."

Their dragon speaks, saving her the embarrassment of having to remember what she was meant to say. 

"That's Festus," Leo announces. "I've got him on autopilot, but we must be nearing Atlanta. I'll have to get up there... uh, assuming we know where to land."

"Right!" Ara remembers what they had planned for the day. "The sea god!"

Everyone looks at Percy, and Jason vaguely points at him. "You're Captain Salt Water. Any ideas from the expert?"

"I'm not sure. Somewhere central, high up so we can get a good view of the city. Maybe a park with some woods? We don't want to land a warship in the middle of downtown. I doubt even the Mist could cover up something that huge."

"On it," Leo replies before leaving.

"When we land, I'll scout around in Atlanta," Percy continues. "Frank, I could use your help."

"You mean turn into a dragon again?" Frank grimaces. "Honestly, Percy, I don't want to spend the whole quest being everyone's flying taxi."

"No. I want you with me because you've got the blood of Poseidon. Maybe you can help me figure out where to find salt water. Besides, you're good in a fight."

"Sure," Frank sighs. "I guess."

"Great. We should take one more. Annabeth—"

"Oh, no!" Hedge barks. "Young lady, you are grounded."

"Excuse me?" Annabeth makes a face.

"You and Jackson are not going anywhere together! I'll go with Frank and Mr. Sneaky Jackson. The rest of you guard the ship and make sure Annabeth doesn't break any more rules!"

"Ara comes with us too," Percy adds quickly. "Aphrodite has a connection to the sea as well, and my sister has her blessing, maybe that'll help."

Ara wants to say "No thanks!" but her brother is staring at her and she can practically hear his thoughts. If I'm being punished for spending the night with my partner, then so are you.

"Fine," she gives in. "Let me get my T-Rex."

After the nicest lady on earth drops them off at the town's Aquarium, Ara opens her dino bag and pulls out her cloak from it. Percy scowls at it. "You have to take that everywhere?"

"I'm doing what you asked me to," she replies casually.

Percy spots the embroidery at the back and leans a little to see it better. "Those are all the blessings you've gotten?"

"Yeah. Anyway, are we going in like everyone else, or..."

None of them brought money for this, so Ara's already thinking of a way to sneak into the building when a young girl approaches them with a big smile. "Ah, VIP visitors!" 

Ara almost draws out her sword, but that might be the nerves from last night's encounter with the Eidolons. She doesn't appreciate strangers standing this close to her.

"You have your payment, I see—Excellent!"

"What?"

The girl snatches the few coins Frank pulled out of his pocket and turns on her heel. "Yes, that's fine. Right this way!"

Percy nudges Ara's arm. "A trap?"

"Probably," Frank says as she nods silently.

"She's not mortal," Hedge agrees. "Probably some sort of goat-eating, demigod-destroying fiend from Tartarus."

"No doubt," Percy sighs.

"Awesome." The satyr chuckles. "Let's go."

Ara makes sure Almighty's in her pocket, and while the other girl guides them through the Aquarium, Ara elbows Percy's arm. "Do you know what Hazel and Frank's deal is with Leo?"

The face he makes is answer enough, but he replies out loud too. "Sorta."

"Should I be worried?"

The boy lowers his voice, making sure Frank doesn't hear them. "I don't know. Maybe."

Ara frowns. "Leo didn't do anything, Percy. This has to be a misunderstanding."

"Something tells me it isn't," her brother replies in a way that irritates her.

"So Leo is still the bad guy, is that it?"

"Are you being serious right now?" Percy looks at her with annoyance. "Ara, you don't understand—"

"I understand that you don't trust me," she presses, her attitude abruptly switching from casual to stern.

"It's not my story to tell," he frowns. "And it isn't any of your business either, General. This is between Hazel and Leo. Not an army matter."

Percy's starting to realize just how much Ara has changed in the few months they were apart, and he can see why Lily snapped after all those years of being Ara's most loyal partner. Something is deeply wrong with his sister, and he's afraid they might not figure out what it is before it's too late.

I know Calypso's myth, but for some reason, I never imagined that she'd still be around.

"Annabeth kissed you." 

It's the first thing that comes out of my mouth. I can't help it, the scarlet explosion has been stuck in my mind for days. Now that he's back from Ogygia, I have to bring it up.

Percy blushes. "Yeah, I remember."

"Calypso kissed you?"

"Ara!"

"Okay, don't answer that," I change the subject. "You're going to ask Rachel to join us now?"

"Yes."

"Do you like her?

"Ara," he glares at me.

"Percy."

"It's not like that." 

"Maybe not, but I'm curious," I stick out my tongue.

"I don't like Rachel," he replies, and I believe him because he doesn't light up when he thinks of her.

"But you like Annie," I grin. "I know."

"You're a nightmare," he groans.

"Jeez, looks like you're the real charmer of the family," I tease him.

"One day you'll crush on someone," he mumbles. "Then I'll laugh."

I take a moment to stop giggling, then ask the one thing I truly want to know. "Were you... Happy... in Ogygia?"

He tenses. "That place is meant to feel like a home..."

"Yeah, I guess. And you had no one to talk, except Calypso," I pout. "Imagine being alone for thousands of years, constantly getting your heart broken. I wonder if she still feels at home there."

"I don't know..." Percy shakes his head. His skin dimly lits in its scarlet glow. "But she asked me not to forget her. I don't think I can."

He's not the kid I befriended three summers ago, the boy who saw me as an equal when we were both clumsy and lonely. Now Percy's a young man, and I'm still a little girl.

A wall has been lifted between us, and it's not the kind that I can climb over.

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