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azrielslightintheshadows · 5 months

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Hi! I’ve been loving all of your work and had a request (hopefully I can explain it right lol I’m not the best with words). Could you write something with one of the batboys (no preference, love them and all) where reader has known him a while but they’re only just reconnecting after not seeing each other for a while (just, like, life and different careers and such) and while they’re all flirty and like grossly adorable reader is struggling to figure out how to explain that she’s not the same girl he knew when they first met because trauma? I’m thinking definitely angst lol but hopefully a very fluffy ending? If not no big deal tho, wherever the story takes you 🫶🏻

Missed you.

Azriel x f!Reader.

Masterlist.

Warnings; angst, mentions of abuse, trauma and sexual assault.

I hope you enjoy it. I didn't really know how to write this so I hope this is okay.

You never expected to see him again, you remember his face when your parents dragged you out of the court… they had arranged a marriage with one of Beron’s sons ignoring your sobs as you begged them to reconsider and promised to leave their house so you wouldn’t be a burden to them.

Your marriage changed you entirely, your husband was beating you every time you even dared to breathe, the nights were the worst, he would force himself on you enjoying your cries and pleas. Lady Autumn and Eris were the reasons that you remained sane. Lady Autumn would request to see you, and you would spend most of your day with her away from your husband. Eris would hear your screams and he would pretend that he needed your husband’s help with something to get him away from you. When Beron finally died, Eris became the High Lord and killed his brothers ending your misery. After that both you and Lady Autumn became more confident, Eris gave you as much freedom as he could without endangering your lives. When you asked him for a place in his court, he happily obliged, he asked one of his best warriors to train you and he even trained you himself some days, and you became the Autumn Court’s emissary to the night court.

So here you were, in Velaris staring at the house of wind. With a deep breath you called Rhysand in your mind to come pick you up. In a blink he emerged from darkness in front of you, his signature feline smile decorating his face. “Mother above, look at you… you’ve changed so much” he breathed as he saw you.

“I know” you smiled and hugged him. “Is he there?” you asked and pointed at the house of wind.

“Yes, he doesn’t know yet.” Rhysand winked and picked you up, his wings appearing behind him as he took off to the sky.

You could hear several voices in the dining room, the atmosphere felt warm and peaceful, it reminded you of the times you all spent together in there before your parents found out that you were hanging out with two Illyrian bastards and a half-breed as they had said. That was the main reason they sent you to the Autumn court. You walked inside and everyone stopped talking as they saw you. You recognized Cassian, Mor, Amren and Azriel, but not the other three females. Azriel was staring at you wide-eyed, his scarred palms gripping the tablecloth, you really believed that he would rip it. Cassian grinned and got up, running to you and picking you up.

“I missed you” he boomed.

“I missed you too” you held him tighter.

Mor jumped on the both of you, tears streaming down her face, and Amren came and patted you on the shoulder. “Welcome back girl” she smiled and returned on her seat.

After your feet touched the floor again, Azriel approached you slowly, like he couldn’t believe you were real.

“Hey” he said softly. “Hi” you smiled and pulled him in for a hug. You felt him relax with a sigh.

“You’re back” he whispered in your hair.

“I’m back” you repeated and inhaled his scent, you had missed him so much.

You didn’t know how long you stayed like that, Rhysand cleared his throat making you release each other and glance at him. “I want you to meet my mate and High Lady of the night court, Feyre” he smiled proudly and gestured to one of the females. She smiled and got up walking closer to you.

“And this is y/n, one of the original members of the inner circle.” Rhys explained making your heart melt.

“Hi its so nice to meet you” Feyre said and hugged you.

“Likewise” you smiled and caressed her back.

When she let go of you Rhysand continued “and these are her sisters Nesta and Elain”.

You smiled at the girls, and they nodded.

You sat next to Azriel and ate your food silently as your friends informed you about everything that happened after you left. Turns out your parents told everyone how happy you were with your new husband and that you were trying to start a family. You snorted at that but said nothing. After everyone finished their food Azriel whispered in your ear “Wanna go somewhere else and catch up?”. You felt a bile climbing your throat, you dreaded the moment you would stay alone with him. Before you left you had asked him to be your first, you wanted someone who cared for you. You were glad that Azriel was your first even though it was the start of your abuse. You kept your friendship with the inner circle hidden from your parents, but the night Azriel made love to you, your parents smelled him on you and that’s how they found out. Azriel frowned at your lack of response, and you quickly straightened your posture. “Yeah of course” you whispered back and smiled.

“Y/n, me and Nesta were thinking of going to Rita’s for some drinks would you like to join us?” Mor said excitedly. Azriel tensed, his expression turning into a frown. “Oh I’m sorry I already made plans” you nodded, and Mor quirked a brow. “With me” Azriel’s deep voice caught everyone’s attention. He got up and offered his hand to you “Let’s go” he smirked.

You followed him outside ignoring everyone as their jaws dropped. He opened his arms and you reluctantly moved closer. He picked you up effortlessly and took off. When you landed again you were on the roof of an old building. You almost choked on air when you realized that it was the abandoned building where you had your first time with him.

“Azriel, why did you bring me here?” your voice barely above a whisper.

“Because that was the last time I touched you” he explained and sighed. “I’ve been coming here almost every night since you left.”

You nodded and sat down, your feet dangling from the edge of the roof. Azriel did the same beside you and you leaned your head on his shoulder, both of you staring the city bellow.

“I’m sorry for your husband” he murmured. Your body tensed. “I heard Eris killed him, and from what I heard from your parents you were ready to start a family.” He had a sad smile on his face. How could you tell him? Would he accept your new self? Would he accept your trauma?

“I’m sorry I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable” he said and leaned his head on yours.

“Az… I want you to know that I’m not the same female you met all those years ago”.

He straightened his posture, lifting his head from yours and clearing his throat.

“I see…” he said and got up. You furrowed your eyebrows and before you could speak, he said “I think we should go back. It’s late”

He flared his wings and opened his arms. You frowned and stepped closer.

When you landed on the balcony he hurried off to his room. You followed him and when he tried to close the door, you pushed it open and entered his room, shutting the door behind you.

“What do you want?” he growled.

“What’s your problem?” you shouted.

“You.” He shouted “you come back here and when I try to approach you again after waiting for 30 years, you become distant. We were on that roof, and you decided to tell me that you changed, okay point taken you don’t feel anything about me anymore.”

“No Az… I didn’t mean it like that…” your features softened. “I- I don’t know how to explain this.”

Azriel glanced at you and took a seat on his bed.

“You know you can tell me everything” he was calm now.

“I didn’t have a good husband… okay no, let me get things from the very beginning.” You took a deep breath “okay so that night after we made love, I went back home, and my parents smelled you on me. I didn’t want to tell them that I wasn’t pure anymore… you remember how they were. So I just told them that we were hanging out with the rest of the inner circle and they told me that its unacceptable for a female like me to hang out with two Illyrian bastards, a half-breed, a whore -Mor and a monster -Amren. They decided that I was embarrassing our family, so they begged Beron to wed me to one of his sons. My husband was abusing me, he would beat me up every day, and every night he would force himself on me.” Your voice broke at this and Azriel frowned. “Eris and his mother were the only ones that kept me as safe as they could in that palace. Then Beron died and Eris killed his brothers, I asked him for a place in his court and he trained me. I’m not the same because of this, I’m stronger now but I’m still afraid of males. I don’t want to lead you on and then turn away from your touch.” Your eyes watered. “I don’t care about that angel, we will get through this together. We will take things slow until you are ready to be touched again.” He smiled.

You approached him and stood in front of him.

“Are you sure about that?” you asked, and he nodded with a sweet smile. You took a step closer, and he opened his legs for you to stand between. You placed your arms around his neck, playing with his hair. He glanced up, a soft expression on his face, his eyes filled with love and affection. He kept his arms on his thighs, you could see that they were itching to touch you, but he just clenched them into fists. You reached for his hands, taking them in your own and placing them on your waist.

“I missed you” he whispered. “I missed you too” you replied and relaxed in his arms.

Requests are open but delayed.

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mondstaub1 · 7 months

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Fanfiction idea JaceLuke

Jacerys is a prince and a warrior and after winning a major battle he is given a beautiful prisoner

Prince Jacerys sat in his tent after having sent his generals away. They won the battle and with that the war against the greens was as good as won. Suddenly someone came towards his tent. "Hey Jace the guys and I found something you might enjoy", it was Doltan Greyjoy. Jace raised his eyebrow in confusen but backend him in. The older man came into the room with a few other men who were dragging a beautiful boy behind them. The boy had soft features, choclate brown hair, green eyes and fair skin. He was struggeling against the men and crying. "What's going on here Greayjoy?", Jacerys asked. "Your plan led us to another victory, it's time to enjoy you spoiles of war my prince.", the sailor answered, "we found the pretty one hidding from our group. We thought he might be your taste." Jace eyed the boy, only now did he notice his rather femal figure. "My taste?", Jace asked unsure. Greyjoy grinned a wicked grin. "Sure Prince", he procided to pull out a knife and turned to the boy, "You do like Valyrians, don't you" with those words he cut the boys shirt off revealing small breasts. The boy screached in panic, struggling harder against the laughing men trying to get free but without success. "Let me go! Let go! Please!", he cried but it did not help him against Dalton who then turned to cutting the rest of the boys clothes off but Jace stopped him. "Greyjoy that's enought! I appritiate your gift, you may leave us now." The man still grinned wickedly before leaving with the rest of the men leaving him alone with the boy who was now desperatly trying to cover himself up, tears screeming down his pretty face.

Jacerys sight, Dalton had been right the boy was his taste, more then that even. From the way he was built the boy was of Valyrian decend which meant that he or his offsprings could inhearit the magic such blood was said to posses. After the doom Valyrions because extremly rare, Jace family being one of the last in the known world. Moreover Jacerys still neaded a valyrion wife to keep his bloodline pure. His ex fiece Baela had become a shieldmaid and had sworn off ever having children after the death of her own Lady mother in childbirth and Baelas sister was promised to his brother Aegon. Jace looked up at the boy hands and arms covering his bare chest shaking in the cold night air. The prince took off his clock and walked towards his guest/prisoner but the boy fliched away. "Hey don't be scared", Jacerys reasured him, "I mean you no harm. Here take that to cover yourself." After a few moments of hesitation the boy took the fabric and quickly rabbed it around himself. "Thank you", the boy mumbled, "your Highness?". The last part was said like a question and Jace realised that the boy had no idea who he was, well beside the strager who had just led an army into his home. "I'm prince Jacerys Targaryen", he intruduced himself before asking, "and what do they call you?" The boy bit his lip before he replied in a quite voice barely loud enough to hear: "Luke your Highness", he hesitaded for a few secunds, "Luke Waters". Ah there was the reason for the hesitation, the boy, Luke was a bastard. Likely the bastard of a Lord considering most people did not bother with last names.

"Well Luke it's nice to meet you", Jacerys said, "I apologize for my mens behaviour. Please sit down make yourself confortable." Luke looked around shyly before sitting down on the chair, eyes looking everywhere but him. Jace hummed and said: "So tell me about yourself Luke." The boy finally looked at him "What do you wish to know your Highness?" Jacerys hummed once more: "Don't know, let's start with how you ended up here" Luke remain silent for a while before speaking: "I - I was on the way home from work, I was there when you - you and your men came and couldn't get away before, when that man saw me, he-he wanted to talk but I-I didn't. Bu-but he did not stop and the he-he touched me. Whe-when he felt my ... ", he glanced at his now covered chest before continuing, "well when he realised, he brought me to you. Said you would like me." The following silent was heavy but Jace wanted to know more so he asked: "What to you do for work?" The question seemed to confuse Luke or that he was asking but he answered anyway: "Wood crafting. I am still learning though." Interesting, Jace had to admit. A usefull skill either way. "And home? Where do you live? Any family?" The question got Luke to look at him with a suspiouses look as if he expected him to go to his home and burn it down but after a while Luke still answered: "The outskirts of the city. Can't affort more. I've got a little brother, got to bring food in, no one else will." Jacerys felt a bit guilty about how happy those news made him, gave him better chances of convincing his new "friend" of the offer he was about to make. "Your brother, does he have the same... hmm let's say built as you?" Luke tightend the hold on the fabric still covering his nude body but answered anyway: "No", his tone showed his protectiveness but that only gave Jace more information which could be used to convince Luke.

"Well Luke I have a proposal for you", Jace said, "You see valyrian blood such as ours is pretty rare and hard to find. So hard to find in fact that I have not found a wife yet." Luke pailed but nodded. "So here is my proposal," Jace offered, "You come with me, to Dragonstone. Your brother can come as well, he will be under my protection of course and he will be well cared for." For a while both sat in silents till Luke spoke up: "Do I have a choice your Highness or are you telling me what is going to happen?" "If I didn't want you to choice then I wouldn't tell you. I could just take you with me and be done with it." Jace pointed out. Luke nodded before asking: "Can I talk with my brother about it. I-I don't want to leave him and I can't just force him away. Please your Highness." Jace nodded: "You have till next morning. Come back at dawn with your answer." Luke agreed and fled the tend. Jace let himself fall on the bed wondering if he did the right choice by letting Luke go and if he would ever see the pretty boy again.

The next day at dawn a man came to him saying there were two kids asking for him and there they was Luke and a small boy who looked almost exectly like him.

#hotd #jacerys x lucerys #jaceluke #pre relationship #prince jacerys #poor lucerys #not related jaceluke

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metize · 3 years

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Valentione’s Day Chocolate

Emet-Selch x WoL (AFAB) smut Tags: Valentione's Day ; No Spoilers ; AFAB Warrior of Light ;They/Them Pronouns for Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV) ; Gender-Neutral Warrior of Light (Final Fantasy XIV) ; Fluff and Smut

A/N:Emet smut! Finally posting my FFXIV fics on tumblr. Cuz I want to do headcanons and requests and stuff...... Anyways! This is just fluff and smut. No warnings just pure bastard ascian thirst quenching material.

You were resting in your room in the Pendants, sitting down at the dining table when Emet-Selch waltzed in. You were over trying to get him to leave at this point, the recurring encounters made you more accustomed to his insufferable personality.

"Hey! Stop it, this isn't for you!" You pulled the box of chocolates away from the Ascian, who already held one in his hand.

"Oh, please, you have dozens more on you little pile there, Hero, selfishness is not a good look for you." He said unbothered by your reaction. Emet-Selch gestured towards your stack of heart-shaped boxes, they were gifted to you by the people of the Crystarium all of them very eager to show their appreciation for the Warrior of Darkness.

"This one's different. This one…. It's from the Exarch." You mutter, tracing your fingers along the container.

"And? Is the chocolate any sweeter when it's handed to you by our friendly neighborhood hooded freak?"

"He's not-" you don't know why you feel the urge to defend the Crystal Exarch, but you feel very close to him, his devotion and wisdom are admirable and you felt a growing sense of fondness towards the anonymous Crystarium ruler. "I don't know why I'd even bother explaining these things to you." You shake your head, telling yourself not to waste your breath. "Looking at you Ascians I scarcely believe your kind would understand feelings."

Emet-Selch popped the round bonbon into his mouth before saying. "How cruel, Hero. I will have you know I feel as much as you do." He sighs disappointed "Perhaps even more, I'd argue." He muttered under his breath.

"Well then understand that this box is full of feelings, fondness, appreciation…"

"Strange, those don't translate that well into taste." He mused and crossed his legs "I must say I find your day of courtship is severely lacking. Is this all you do to show you care for another?"

You rolled your eyes "Well excuse us mortals for letting you down yet again." You close the violated box, sealing it back by tying the red ribbon over it. "Here you can have this one if you want candy that badly." You push a random package, pink and sparkly, towards Emet-Selch.

“Oh, Warrior, you shouldn’t have!” he feigned bashfulness and you couldn’t help but let out a chuckle. “I am very flattered, oh look you even wrote me a letter, let me see.” There was indeed a small piece of paper attached to the present, Emet-Selch unfolded the card before reciting “Dear Emet-Selch,” You huff in amusement, curious as to what the Ascian would make up “I pale in comparison to you and your kind, I am so grateful for your selflessness and your assistance during my meaningless quests.” You crossed your arms, not surprised by his antics, but then you weren’t expecting him to continue. “We are sworn enemies and yet I cannot quell the flames burning inside of me whenever I see you. I want nothing more than be ravished by you, every night I touch myself to the thought of y-”

“G-gods! That’s it your Valentione’s candy rights have been revoked.” You grab the box he held in his hands, taking it away from him, your face burning up at his shameless smirk. “Do you have nothing else to do besides teasing me for your own amusement? Just walk into your creepy portal and get a hobby already.” You get up from the table, pretending to be cleaning things up.

“Ah, you’d be surprised at how enjoyable it is to watch you squirm.” But he got up right behind you. “So much passion, Hero. Who would’ve thought you garnered such feelings for me.”

“Pff, you wish. And there is no passion or feelings in that letter, who’s to say I didn’t just want you to fuck me and that’s it.” You turned around to face him. He was way closer than you expected him to be and you stumble backward a bit, yet he steps right back into your personal space.

“If I were to fuck you, Hero, it'd most certainly be with passion, I can assure you." He smiled and reached to caress your hair.

“You’re the worst.” You averted your gaze, embarrassed by the closeness and his gentle touch, yet you didn’t move away. Of course you didn’t, you were attracted to that bastard for some reason and you cursed yourself endlessly for it. “Don’t say shit you don’t mean just to get a reaction out of me.”

He grabbed your face by your chin, his touch now rough, forcing you to look at him. “I’ve told you before, Hero. I do not lie.” His tone is now low and he delights himself seeing you get goosebumps on your skin as he caresses your arm with his free hand. “Though I cannot deny how much I enjoy your reactions.”

It annoyed you how readable you were to him, every part of your body seemed to betray you and clearly show him exactly how much you were affected by his presence. You couldn’t even process the fact he started closing the gap between you until you felt his lips press against yours. You let out a tiny gasp in surprise, parting your lips slightly, he pressed himself closer deepening the kiss and pushing his tongue into your mouth. You started kissing him back and you could feel him smile against your lips, his mouth growing hungrier as he guided you back against the table you were just talking on.

You sat on the table, glad you managed to put away the gifts giving you some space to rest on. Emet nudged himself in between your legs, you spread them wider unconsciously giving him more space, welcoming him closer. “So pliant to my touch, dear hero.” He murmurs, his hands gripping your waist as he starts kissing your neck. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“Please… Touch me…” You plead softly before you can get too self-conscious about sounding needy. You’re instantly rewarded with the feeling of his gloved hand slipping under your top, reaching to play with one of your breasts. His other hand slowly unbuttoning said blouse, while he peppered your revealed skin with kisses. Once your torso was fully exposed you fought the urge to cover yourself as Emet-Selch’s persistent gaze never left your upper body.

“You’ve tempted me for far too long, Warrior of Light…” he spoke more to himself than to you, shaking his head before diving to kiss one of your nipples while his hand tugged at the other. You bit your lips to try and stifle your groans, but Emet tsked at you. “Don’t hide your voice from me, I wish to hear it.” He smiled devilishly. “The more pathetic you sound the happier I get.” To punctuate his phrase he blew on your slickened pink bud, making your breath hitch.

“Y-you really are the worse.” You shook your head, cheeks flushed at the way he played with your body as a practiced musician did with their instrument.

“Maybe so…” He mused, gripping your bottoms to undress you further. “But will I find you dripping for the awful being before you? How come my virtuous hero finds themselves in this predicament? Submissive, pliant, needy, beneath their villain’s touch…” He smirked and kissed his way down your body as your garments were pulled down, leaving you completely bare while the Ascian was fully clothed. The contrast made you shiver with anticipation, his words were going straight to your core, the sheer wrongness of this whole setting was infuriatingly arousing. Emet was on his knees between your legs, you could feel his hot breath on your skin. He looked at you straight in the eyes as he pulled his glove off with his teeth, right before using his now bare fingers to spread your lips open. “Maybe you’re not such a good warrior to your Goddess after all, are you? From here all I see is a depraved, needy little thing.”

“Emet, p-please…” His touches were fleeting and his mouth left wet kisses on her inner thigh.

“Hm?” He looked up, feigning innocence.

“Please I need you…”

“You are so greedy with your words, pray share them with me. What do you need of me?” His fingers gently rubbed your entrance, you moan still trying to sort your words out while he teased you. He sighed. “What is it, do you want my fingers deep inside your cunt? Want me to spread you open with my fingers and make you come on them?” You nodded profusely at his suggestions and he plunged a digit into your entrance with no warning pulling a gasp from your lips before he kept talking. “You want my mouth on you? Want me to use my tongue to bring you to completion while you whine and try to grind against my mouth?”

“Yes! Gods yes.” With that his lips were on you.

He kissed your pussy still stretching it with his finger, he added a second digit as he started licking and teasing your clit. You couldn’t help but gasp and moan under his ministrations, his hands reached everywhere inside of you and his mouth was absolutely sinful. You softly begged him not to stop, as his fingers curled inside you and his warm tongue circled your sensitive nub. You cried out coming around him, you didn’t even notice you had you hand gripping his hair until you were coming down from the high. You were aching still, you were pretty sure you’d go insane if you didn’t get filled with the Ascian’s cock in the next few minutes.

“M-more…”

“Insatiable little thing, aren’t you?” his usual condescending tone was betrayed by his visible erection. “Want your pretty little cunt filled with my cum? Broken little thing, you are…” Your vision was hazy, you were lost in both the afterglow and the arousal that was building up again inside you. You weren’t watching his movements, all you could focus on was his amber eyes blown out with lust and the filthy words he spoke into your ear, soon enough you felt his tip tease your entrance, rubbing it up and down against your slit.

“Don- Don’t do this… ah… to me.” you were tired of his teasing, it was bordering on cruelty at this point. “Need you inside me…”

That seemed to persuade him enough because he started pressing into your warm entrance at once. His lips went back to kissing yours as he bottomed out inside, the kiss was desperate and passionate, the way his mouth consumed you arousing you further as you felt his dick stretching your walls.

“All the way in…” he announced and kissed your forehead gently, giving you a moment to adjust. You nodded violently giving him permission to move already and he smiled at your eagerness. His thrusts started deep and steady, your moans filling the room each time he hit just the right spot inside of you. “Is this what you need, Hero? You need to be filled, hm? Only I can make you feel complete, my dear warrior.” He pulled your hair and looked into your eyes, as you struggled to keep your eyes open. “I see you. I know what you need and only I can give it to you.”

You cried out for him as his pace quickened, you could feel your second orgasm approaching quickly but you wanted to come to his voice speaking more filthy things to you. He noticed it too, smirking at you before continuing to speak. “Come around my cock, my needy broken little hero. Do it and I’ll give you my cum, I’ll fill you up like you need to be filled. I will ruin you for anyone else.” You moaned and scratched his clothed back as he fucked you through your climax. He didn’t stop pounding you. “That’s it, that’s my good little hero… Fuck…” He groaned feeling you clenching around him, his pace faltering until he came inside you.

The both of you breathe heavily before Emet kissed your forehead. You close your eyes still catching your breath as you hear the familiar ‘snap’ of the Ascians fingers, you open your eyes to find you both in bed.

“Didn’t take you for a cuddler.” you teased him as you felt his arms holding you from behind. “You’ll find I am full of surprises.” You can hear the smirk on his voice, you huffed before nudging closer to him and closing your eyes, sinking into sleep.

You wake up alone, a red box of chocolates placed on your nightstand addressed to “my good little hero”.

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norathecobbler · 2 years

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Of Sirens and Mechromancers - Offer

Gaige sprays a massive varkid with her rifle and leaps out of the way of a second. Tina seems like a sweet kid, but she did not mention Sir Reginald was a varkid, or that his mother was so huge. Always need to get details.

Gaige’s ECHO starts to ring and she slides down a ledge. She digistructs Deathtrap and sends him up to fight Bartlesby. She taps the answer button.

“Hey there, kiddo!” Handsome Jack says on the other end, “Gaige, right?”

“The Hell? Why are you calling, Jackhole? And how did you get this number?”

“Jackhole, heh. That’s clever. I have my ways of finding out what I want. And I want to offer you a proposal.”

Gaige looks up and sees Deathtrap’s laser tearing through the varkid’s wings, “You’re not my type.”

“A BUSINESS proposal, you little… Now, I’ve done my research on you. You’re not like those other bandits. You’re a talented kid. You built that robot of yours in a shed with a box of scraps. If you come and work for me, you can have the funding to build whatever you want. I’ll even by the rights for that knockoff bot from Holloway.”

Gaige runs over to the varkid nest and picks up a jar, “No deal. I’m not selling out to the biggest fascist in the galaxy. I’m going to stop you.”

“Kid, I’m giving you the chance of a freaking lifetime! You’d be an idiot not to take it. You’ll be rich. I’ll get your parents off Eden-5. You’ll be set.”

Her eyes narrow, “What?”

“If you work with me, your parents will get a cushy pad here on Helios. For as long as you work with me, they’ll be well cared for.”

“Jack, I swear that if you touch my family-”

“I won’t! Not yet. But if you don’t come work for me, let’s just say I’ll arrange quite the family reunion. Here’s my number. I’ll be in touch.”

Gaige’s meat arm starts to shake. After a few moments she calls up the gang on her ECHO.

“Squad? I’ve got Reginald, but we need to talk.”

The Vault Hunters meet in Tina’s cave and Gaige tells them what Jack said. She sits on a stool and stares at her ECHO.

“Jack’s a bastard,” Maya mutters, “You don’t threaten family.”

“It’s a sound strategy though,” Axton says, “Absolutely shitty to do, but it was part of the Dahl playbook too. What are you going to do about it?”

Gaige looks up, tears starting to well, “I can’t in good consciousness work for Jack! But my parents…”

Zer0 slaps a hand on her shoulder, “Eden-5 is far. Jack wants the Warrior free. He will stay right here.”

“WE WILL BURN THE SUN FOR IT’S INSOLENCE!” Krieg cries out.

Salvador starts to laugh, “That’s right. We’ve got your back if he tries anything, Gaige.”

Gaige sniffs, “Thanks, guys.”

In the Control Core, Jack stands beside Angel.

“There ya go. I gave her a chance to come over. Doubt the little bandit has enough smarts to go to the hero side though. Pity, she really is a little genius. Reminds me of me.”

Angel gives Jack a side-eye, but keeps looking through various screens. “Wilhelm is almost ready to transport our fake Vault Key. Are you sure about this plan?”

“Don’t question me, Angel. This is the perfect way to get those bandits’ shield down. And Wilhelm is starting to get a bit unstable to use regularly. Just be ready to do your part.”

“I will, Jack. Also, Vault Key Charge at 78%. We should be ready in a few weeks.”

“Good. Keep up the work.” Jack starts to turn to leave.

Angel sticks out a hand, “Wait!”

“No time to wait, Angel. Got a company to run, bandits to kill, universe to save.”

Angel takes a long blink and looks at one of the screens. ERIDIUM TOXICITY: 78%

#of sirens and mechromancers #Gaige the Mechromancer #angel the siren #Gaigel #Handsome Jack #last chapter before Sanctuary

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swordofpevensie · 3 years

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As I've seen it again, here are my favorite things about Prince Caspian (2008):

warnings: It is a very long post and I can't help but swear sometimes.

• How Caspian is confused all the time.

• Prefossor: “Don't use that until you really need to use it.”

Caspian: *Uses it the first time he is in danger.* Good job boy, good job.

• “Phyllis.” “SUSAN!” (Lucy does the same thing in tvodt *emotional voices*)

• That disappinted look in Susan's eyes when she sees Peter fighting, and they way she doesn't do anything to help him. Like girl they are beating your brother??

• Edmund comes and saves Peter by simply jumping on everyone who is trying to hurt Peter. We love a clever and quick boi™

• Lucy's little comfort to Peter. *sniffing*

• Peter's iconic hair, that rebel and sassy hair.

• “I'm not touching you!” “I'M NOT HOLDING YOUR HAND!”

• How happy they are at the beach and the way they finally can have pure fun. *more sniffing*

• Narnia is so beautiful in summer and Pevensies look so beautiful too.

• And for my own please, I'll mention how beautiful Peter looks when he is playing in the sea and walking among the ruins.

• The way Lucy holds Peter's hand to show him the way and THE TORCH SCENE GETS ME EVERYTIME.

• Everyone is like where the hell are we and Lucy is just enjoying her apple.

• And again for my own pleasure, I'll mention how beautiful Susan looks.

• “wHiCh cHeSs sEt?” “whOt?” We love a one confused king.

• That shot when they all stand in their places in the ruins and Peter says “Cair Paravel.” I'm like YES SIR I'M READY TO SACRIFICE MY WHOLE LIFE FOR YOU.

• I'm lowkey attracted to General Glozelle. (shameful sniffing)

• I like it that Edmund is the first one to figure out what might have happened to Cair Paravel. And our confused king is again like “whOt?”

• C'mon Peter is very committed to make a torch and it is SO CUTE. And Edmund watching him is so funny, he is like ‘I'm about to end this man's whole career.’

• I'll not tell my thoughts on the time Peter takes his sword. I'm trying to be a good. *choughs*

• Boom! “Drop him!” YOUR QUEEN IS BACK YOU IDIOTS! OOOH HOW I LOVE SUSAN.

• Peter jumping to the water and Lucy using his dagger to cut the ropes.

• ��High King Peter, the Magnificent.” I mean if I were magnificent just like him, I'd tell it loud very frequently too.

• Edmund using sword... 10/10 His final pose 20/10. *chefs kiss and sniffing*

• “Or do I have to sit on your head again?” Narnians and humor? Count me in!

• Caspian's accent... YES SIR.

• “I'm Prince Caspian... The tenth.” and “High King Peter, The Magnificent.” are cousins and you can't tell me otherwise.

• “Running away.” Oh just come into my arms you sad and broken boi. *too many sniffings*

• Proffesor inside: Eheheh they are back. You are a dead man now Miraz.

• That underwater shot... 10/10. Peter paddling... 10/10. All of them sitting in silent, sadly... Okay this one hurts A LOT.

• “We didn't mean to leave you know.” *no more sniffing i'm crying*

• Lucy greeting and trusting in a bear is me vs. life. Susan saying a bear to stay away from Lucy is me vs. life again.

• Peter helping Lucy to stand up and her hugging Peter for comfort.

• And that bear scene is very clever to me. It shows that those bad times have an effect on everyone. How even Narnians, kind, gentle, happy Narnians turned into wild creatures because of bad times. Also Susan not killing the bear immediately shows how gentle she is and she always gives a chance.

• “I can hear you.” We love a done™ prince. And him asking questions about Narnia is so cute!

• That zoom to Caspian's face is kiLLING ME.

• AND REEPICHEEP I'd kill and die for him unless he kills and dies for me first.

• CENTAURS ARE BACK!!! Oh I love them so much.

• “You can't carry a map in your heads.” “That's because we have something in them.” LUCY DIDN'T STUTTER.

• “i'M nOt lOst.” My baby tries so hard I love him bye.

• “OH SHUT UP!” is one of my favorite Peter lines. Also he is very sassy and why is no one talking about it?? (I'll talk about it later btw, eheh)

• IF SOMEONE BELIEVED AND LISTENED TO LUCY THE FIRST TIME SHE SPEAKS, THINGS WOULD BE SO MUCH BETTER AND EASIER FOR ASLAN'S SAKE.

• And Edmund supporting Lucy? We love a supportive and cute brother.

• Caspian is so brave and the speech he gives... *CHEFS KISS* I mean I would fight and die for him too. And when Narnians believe in him, I cry even more. (++Ben Barnes' voice in that accent... Gets me every freaking time).

• The look in Peter's face when he sees the making of the bridge. He is like “Not my kingdom, you bitches!”

• The conversaion between Lucy and Susan... I hate to think their struggles, adjusting to Narnia, adjusting to England.

• Lucy telling a tree to wake up is me vs. life, again.

• The way Peter just comes and hides her out of nowhere... WE LOVE A PROTECTIVE BROTHER.

• When Caspian and Peter fights... Okay, for your safety I'll shut up but the way Peter is ready to hit him with a rock is both funny and shows how a quick and smart fighter he is.

• “PETAH!” Okay Susan, we get it honey.

• “Well if you like, we can come back in a few years.” LIKE WHY IS NO ONE IS TALKING ABOUT HIS SASS??

• “You were right to fear the woods.” IS. EXCELLENT.

• Caspian and Peter walking in the front and talking casually. My heart goes *butterlifes* *looove*

• When the papa centaur rises baby centaur's sword... *a loud sniff* .

• I love that there are pictures of Pevensies and Golden Age on the walls. It makes me feel so majestic.

• Caspian: *dramatically lights fire*

• They are looking at The Stone Table and Caspian in the back is like look at the mess you made.

• When Peter and Caspian talk at the same time.

• “There is always a first time.” THAT. SASS. AND CONFIDENCE.

• “We could collect nuts!” “Yes, and throw them at Telmarines!” Reepicheep... Love you babe.

• Okay the whole castle stuff is so freaking cool until the last minutes. Like Edmund and his torch, Susan and THE WAY HE KILLS A MAN BY THROWING AN ARROW.

• But... Caspian babe, kill your bastard uncle anyways.

• And it just should be said: I love how Narnians are always ready to sacrifice themselves because freedom is much more important than their lives. They are not afraid of death as long as it means to get freedom back.

• That poor cat... I don't know what to say.

• You are attacking a castle and your baby Caspian just casually knocks the window.

• Professor doing his best to help Caspian escape and then seeing him back in the castle again... I mean a disappointment level I can relate.

• I wish I could be woken up at night by Caspian, with a sword on my throat? Depends on my mood.

• Miraz being so done is a mood.

• They all are in Miraz's bedroom like:

• Edmund literally headbutts a man wearing a metal helmet. I am speechless.

• You don't have sword? Don't worry you have a torch... just don't break it.

• Reepicheep and his friends pushing that thing makes me cry and scream.

• “Who exactly are you doing this for Peter?” THE LOOK ON PETER'S FACE.

• When Peter screams “FOR NARNIA!”

• My Queen Susan throwing an arrow to man and killing him despite his armour. I. LOVE. ONE. POWERFUL. QUEEN.

• Sometimes I wish I was an minatour.

• Edmund kicking that dude's head by sliding. A simple and powerful move.

• OKAY SO MIRAZ PUSHING THIS MINATOUR IS VERY PERSONAL TO ME. AND I AM VERY PISSED OF.

• And that minatour holding the door. I love you, you strong and scary baby. And I always will.

• When Edmund casually jumps back, I hear Blow Your Mind by Dua Lipa playing.

• That moment when other Narnians are trapped inside and Peter and Susan watch them... MY BABY PETER HAVE HAD ENOUGH PLEASE LET HIM REST. And Edmund seeing the dead bodies...

• That agressive “HEY!” from Caspian and the way Peter and him just scream at each other, idk what to say but it is sort of funny.

• When mama centaur cries, you know I'm dead on the floor.

• King Miraz getting on his throne... Sassy and majestic af. He is a psycho but you know he has taste.

• “What do you want? Congratulations?” Okay Caspian put that sarcasm down babe.

• When my mom watched the scene where The White Witch sort of comes back for the first time, she was like “Not that bitch witch again.”

• The way Peter pushes Caspian is skcjskfsj MOVE BITCH GET OUT THE WAY

• And Edmund killing the wolfish thing is so cool, he is a very talented warrior. Also him stabbing Jadis, he gives like zero fucks.

• And when the ice is broken, they see Aslan on the wall and it is such a strong scene!!

• Can someone please explain me why Miraz and his men wear those freaking helmets?

• “And she won't be alone.” WE. LOVE. ONE. SUPPORTIVE. AND PROTECTIVE. SISTER.

• No, Caspian you may not, no matter how hot you say Miraz.

• Edmund in Miraz's place... Just perfect. That sass, that confidence, that intelligence. THAT look on his face.

• “Your brother's sword is sharper than his pen.” It is an adage in Turkish btw: “A pen is sharper than a sword.”

• “Or hooves.” Lucy, was that joke really necessary honey?

• THE LOVE OF MY LOVE AND MY ONE TRUE LOVE PETER SAYING “WELL, FEEL FREE.” AND “JUST. ONE.” WITH A BRAVE LOOK ON HIS FACE IS THE CAUSE OF MY DEATH.

• Queen Susan standing on her own, holding her bow to hunt men... YES. QUEEN.

• Proud brother™ Edmund.

• The way Peter snarls at Miraz. I mean I WOULD SURRENDER TO HIM.

• AND MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION FOR PRAISING WILLIAM'S ACTING? He fights amazing and his expressions are both beautiful and real. He makes you feel what Peter feels. I just love the way he portrays Peter.

• “Keep smiling.” King Edmund just knows things.

• And the way he just doesn't listen Peter and fixes his arm... 10/10

• When he hits Miraz's wound. He is a smart fighter, and I'll not even bring up how he stabs Miraz.

• “It's not mine to take.” Me inside: *MINE IS YOURS TO TAKE.*

• Caspian just stop screaming and kill this bitch for Aslan's sake.

• “Not one like you.” WITH TEARS ON HIS BEAUTIFUL BLACK EYES. I HATE HIM SOMETIMES.

• Although I hate that they have to fight again, what the Lord did was really smart, I have to admit.

• Have I told you that I hate that ball-throwing-machines?

• Queen Susan telling archers to get ready and Prince Caspian telling “Narnians, attack!” while riding his horse. ALSO WHAT THEY DID WAS SO CLEVER. PETER COUNTING WITH THAT BRAVE FACE.

• My baby Peter fighting again. And Caspian coming out of the underground. *CHEFS KISSES*

• KING EDMUND RIDING A HORSE AND ARROWING PEOPLE?? MORE CHEFS KISSES.

• Reepicheep's tiny armour OMG

• I HATE THAT BALL-THROWING-MACHINES.

• When they all run again (Not to mention Peter has to attack and fight like for like the hundredth time) THEY LOOK FREAKING GOOD AND MAJESTIC AND KING EDMUND CUTTING MEN IS PER.FECT.

• I AM IN STRONG NEED OF HUGHING AN ASLAN.

• THE TREES ARE COMING BACK HELL FREAKING YESSS!!!

• Queen Susan killing with this bows and arrow is just perfect. I love her. Like so much.

• Ooh there is shield wall? Don't worry Narnians will jump on it.

• Peter proudly saying “Lucy,” and looking at Caspian like “Hehe did you expect that?”

• And my baby yells “For Aslan!” and goes to fight. AGAIN.

• Lucy and her dagger? FREAKING DANGEROUS. RUN AWAY.

• Welcome water grandpa, you are very cute!!!

• Aslan is like hehe this is my friend. He is very proud of his friend.

• The guilt on their faces when they see Aslan is so cute.

• “All of you.” SHUT UP YOU MADE ME CRY AGAIN.

• OH AND REEPICHEEP. PLEASE I LOVE HIM SOOO MUCH. HE'S HAD ENOUGH.

• Aslan calling him “Small one.” awWWW

• “Do you see him now?” QUEEN LUCY NEVER STUTTERS.

• Okay but the way they all look perfect during the parade. Caspian's crown and Susan's dress are my favs.

• AND THAT LOOK ON SUSAN'S FACE. IT KILLS ME.

• What the hell is Caspian wearing when Telmars go back?

• There is a talking lion in front of them and Telmarines still are amazed by a turning tree.

• Peter looks so good in blue and him giving his sword to Caspian is awwww again.

• Peter and Susan are the ones who'll not come back again and they both wear blue while Lucy and Ed wears green.

• Peter shaking hands with the centaur is an another awwww.

• The kiss makes me feel weird but I'm alright with that.

• “I'm 1300 years older than you.” is CUTE TO ME.

• Peter's proud brother smile. 10/10

• The way Lucy looks back at Aslan breaks my heart.

• THE ENDING KILLS ME. DESTROYS ME. VANISHES MY EXISTENCE. THAT LION ROAR. THAT SONG. OH HOW I LOVE THIS MOVIE AND NARNIA MOVIES... I AM CRYING AGAIN.

oooh okay, thank you for sharing this emotional roller-coaster with me. i hope you enjoy it.

love, andrea.♡

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gotnofucks · 3 years

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Pairing: Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes, Sam x Steve (platonic)

Summary: Steve would see his OTP’s ship sail, even from across the grave.

Words: 3.9k

Warnings: mentions of death (nothing graphic and not very sad), language, angst + fluff

A/N: I saw the trailer for tfatws and I just had to write this. This is also my entry for the amazingly talented @sagechanoafterdark and @sweater-daddiesdumbdork challenge (pic prompts above). Thank you for hosting this and being wonderful. The beautiful dividers are made by @firefly-graphics . Huge thanks to @the-inquisitive-hobbit for beta reading and giving me her very valuable insight.

It never felt right in his hands. It was his to wield, his to claim, and yet it never felt more foreign. The concentric red and white circles with the star embedded in the blue center glared back at him from the mirror. It had been months, but Sam had never taken this shield with him to any mission. He couldn’t.

It felt starkly cold in his hands, lifeless and materialistic. It was Steve’s symbol of strength and hope. It used to hang on his back, warmed by his body heat. Now, it seemed like the shield only existed to remind him of Steve’s absence. This shield was made for Steve. It belonged to him, it always would. How could he ever stand where he stood? How could Sam ever be the captain that Steve was, take this shield that held more power than a crown on a head?

He put it down again, covering it with a cloth before shutting the door on it, leaning heavily against it. He missed him, he missed him like a throbbing wound that refused to heal. If only he could see the sun shining on those golden locks again, have those baby blue eyes smile at him again. What wouldn’t he give for that.

He didn’t notice he wasn’t alone until a heavy hand was on his shoulder, squeezing gently. Sam didn’t open his eyes, just let the weight of it anchor him, let it bring him back from the chaos that was his mind. The cold metal hand felt like a relief against the overwhelming burden of grief that penetrated his being whenever he touched the circular shield.

“I miss him too.” Bucky said, and Sam opened his eyes. Bucky’s eyes were blue too, slightly grey where Steve’s were green. He could see himself reflected in them and he straightened, looking away, hiding his weakness.

This mantle of Steve Rogers that he was supposed to assume, this legacy he was supposed to take forward felt like cheating. His friend, his mentor, his brother was no more. How could people just expect him to move on? But they did. It didn’t matter he was emotionally compromised, it didn’t matter he wanted to drown, like Steve nearly had at the Potomac all those years ago. The world didn’t wait to create one disaster after another. They needed Captain America then, and they needed him now. Like Fury said, trouble always sticks around.

Sam cleared his throat, making sure he was collected before looking at Bucky again.

“Everything loaded in the Quinjet?” He asked and Bucky nodded. They’ll be leaving for another mission soon, and Sam was glad he’ll have the sounds of battle to drown the war in his heart.

“Sam.” Bucky said once Sam started leaving. “Take it.”

Sam looked at Bucky over his shoulder, his gaze equal parts pain and accusation. Of everyone, Bucky shouldn’t be the one telling him this.

“I’ll meet you in the jet.” He said firmly and quickly marched to his room, shutting the door behind him. He hated coming back to the compound, the lingering memories of their fallen warriors whispering in his ears every time he was here. He preferred his little house in the woods where it was only Bucky and nature with him.

He took out his tactical gear, laying it on the bed and getting out his wings when he heard it.

“You are punishing yourself Sam.” Came his voice.

It was this moment where Sam broke, sliding down the wall and letting a few tears escape. He was gone but he never left him.

“How could you have been so selfish Steve. Why?” He asked, looking up to glare at Steve. Even dead he looked so handsome, so put together with his hands on his hips. He didn’t look like the old man they had buried a month after the battle. No. He was their Steve, their young, beautiful Steve who left them behind.

Sam didn’t know why he saw him. He didn’t know if this was a ghost or a creation of his mind. To him, it was Steve. It was Steve and it was a beautiful suffering to see him again every time he reappeared.

“I am sorry.” Steve said and knelt before Sam, looking apologetic. Sam didn’t try touching him. Not when the first hundred times his hand just went through him.

“You are? What for?” Sam asked. “For leaving behind your shield and title, for leaving me behind, or for abandoning a best friend you promised to walk till the end of the line with? What are you really sorry for Captain?”

Steve didn’t answer, he never did. He let Sam take out his hurt and anger, and Sam cried. In the privacy of his walls, he cried. He was so tired of pretending to be strong, to be happy. He hid behind his jokes and smiles, fooled the world which was so ready to move on while Sam was buried somewhere with Steve in the cemetery, half dead, half alive.

“I am sorry Sam, for everything.” Steve insisted. “But you need to stop punishing yourself for mistakes you never made. You can’t live this way.”

Sam snorted a laugh for even in death Steve was a humanitarian bastard. He didn’t come back to haunt his enemies; oh no the centenarian came back to help his friends. Why didn’t people see that he could never be Steve? That Sam Wilson can never, won’t ever be the Captain that Steven Rogers was.

“I hate you so much Steve, I really do.” Sam whispered, wiping his nose and getting up. Steve watched him getting changed, no barriers of shame between them from that side of the grave.

“You always said that. I have never heard a ‘I love you’ more pronounced than I do in your hate.” Steve commented with a soft smile, it widened when Sam gave him a half-hearted glare. It was amazing how they could go from having a painful conversation to joking, but that was how it worked with Steve. He knew Sam, he knew everything that made him laugh and made him smile.

“What are you doing here anyway? Don’t you have a tea party with Gandhi or some other do-gooder like you in the afterlife?” Sam grumbled, tightening the belt in his suit and attaching his wings to it. Steve chuckled, sitting on the chair and watching Sam with a relaxed smile.

“They are too uptight for me. Mother Teresa tried to adopt me the other day” Steve said, and Sam laughed. His wings were the colours of American Flag, a new change. He grabbed his weapons and fixed Steve with a look, hating and loving him for being so him.

“I’ll see you after the mission?” He asked tentatively. He would never admit it, but he feared one day Steve would disappear again. It was crazy, it was not normal to see dead people, but Sam would rather have a shadow of Steve than just a memory.

“I’ll be here as long as you need me Sam. Always.” Steve said, a sad smile on his face when he saw Sam leaving without the shield.

Sharon greeted him in the jet, talking to Bucky and the other agents over the blueprint spread before them. Sam nodded his hello, snatching the half empty pack of Cheetos from Bucky’s hand and munching on it.

“So now you want to steal the show and my food. You’re such a dick Wilson.” Bucky said, poking Sam in his shoulder and Sam poked his tongue out at him, a gap-toothed smile on his face. Their previous somber interaction would not be mentioned, filed again like so many inside the neglected corner of their minds.

“Bitch, I paid for grocery this month. This is technically mine.” Sam replied, making Bucky scowl. Sam knew there was a 70-30 chance he’ll find his bed crawling with centipedes when they got back home.

“Charming, boys.” Sharon remarked rolling her eye. “What are you guys doing for Christmas? Must be nice to have a holiday.”

Bucky shrugged, sharing a look with Sam. It was their first Christmas without Steve, a 6 feet 2-inch void always between them.

“Nothing special. Stay home, watch movies, eat a lot.” Bucky said. A lot remained unsaid, but they rarely needed words to communicate anymore. Sam bumped his shoulder in his, offering him some Cheetos to munch while he silently grieved.

“Well, I’ll leave my address here for you to deliver your presents to me.” Sharon joked and Sam laughed softly, mentally making a note to get her something.

“Alright then, and I’ll just casually remark that my phone and laptop are both in serious need for an upgrade. Just saying.” Sam said. “Hey Buck, what are you going to gift me?”

Bucky crumpled the empty chips packet before sending Sam an amused glare, flipping him off.

“A ball gag, so that I can hear something other than your stupid voice.” He snarked.

“Damn dude, at least ask me out for dinner before getting kinky.” Sam winked and Bucky swelled with indignation, pointing an accusing metal finger at Sam.

“I cook dinner 3 times a week you bastard, and I don’t even burn it!” He protested making Sam laugh louder than ever. He loved making Bucky mad, teasing him into an incensed rage that usually ended in a pillow fight or sometimes with Sam’s head in a headlock.

They straightened as they saw the incredulous looks on the new agents’ faces, baby agents as Bucky liked to call them. It was times like these, when both the battle-hardened veterans missed their lost teammates, the inside jokes that were shot around with as much precision as bullets and arrows on the battlefield.

They got to work again, discussing the mission and its details with the other agents. Sam would run point on scaling the territory and fly down to the enemy base with two agents while Bucky would guide him from up here and take out potential threats. They just needed to secure a technological innovation and it didn’t seem too like much work. As Sam poured over the briefing, his eyes subconsciously went over to Bucky who was fiddling with the equipment, making sure everything was in working condition.

If someone had told him a few years ago that Bucky would become his anchor, his solace in his darkest hours, Sam would have punched them in the face. But as it happened, they came to lean on each other, the only unchanged part of their older lives, the only person who made each feel that were still real, still alive. They were still annoyed by each other, but the arguments were more of a routine than an actual expression of resentment.

He didn’t realize he was staring until someone deliberately coughed behind him.

“He is so pretty, isn’t he?” Steve asked, though it was a rhetorical question. Bucky Barnes was a beauty, from his blue grey eyes to the new golden streaks running through his new arm. Sam tried not to notice the way Bucky’s armor clung to his muscles, his face looking almost boyish as he forgot the world and focused on his task.

“I thought you said I’ll see you after the mission.” Sam muttered, taking care that no one noticed him talking to air. He hurriedly looked away from Bucky when their eyes met, a heat rising in his cheeks that made Steve chuckle.

“I said I’ll be there when you need me. And it seems like you do.” Steve commented. He took the seat next to Sam, so near that Sam swore he could feel the heat emanating from his body.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Sam snapped, the smug look on Steve’s face making him wish he could touch him if only to be able to punch him. Stupid blonde best friends with perfect teeth and beautiful smiles and an ass that looked just as round after being dead.

“Oh, I think you do.” Steve said, shifting his gaze to Bucky. “I liked his hair longer but the shorter is going well with the new arm. Don’t you think?”

Despite himself Sam found himself nodding, admiring Bucky as he’d done a thousand times before. He liked his longer hair too, but without them falling in his face, he could see him better. And the arm. The new arm that gave Sam tingles in the most delicious ways, it had him flustered for three whole weeks after Bucky first showed up with it on him.

He didn’t know when it started, but Bucky had somehow become the most beautiful person to Sam. From the way he would make him the perfect mug of coffee to their little kitchen garden they started to keep themselves busy, he loved everything about him. Those moments where he would sense the turmoil inside Sam and silently slip his hands in Sam’s to assure him that he was there, these little moments endeared him even more.

Sam had lost count of how many times Bucky and he had woken up on the couch, sharing a blanket, both silently afraid to sleep alone. He had forgotten how many times he had spent kneeling at Bucky’s bedside, coaxing him out from a nightmare. Every moment spent in each other’s company, laughing, joking, mourning together, it brought them together in a way Sam had never imagined before.

“Tell him” Steve said, a wistful look on his face as he looked at his best friend. “He feels the same. I know.”

Sam shook his head, tearing his eyes away from Bucky with reluctance. He’d already lost so much, he wouldn’t lose Bucky too. Not because he has a minor, very minor teensy tiny crush on him.

“Man, shut the hell up.” He snapped.

“Who’re you talking to?” Bucky called out from across the jet and Sam’s head snapped up, mouth parting a little before he mumbled out a ‘no one’ and focused on the papers in his hand. Sometimes he felt guilty for keeping Steve a secret, for keeping Bucky away from his best friend. He knew Bucky cried into his pillow at nights, he knew because he’d held him then, tried his best to fill the cracks that appeared in the walls of Bucky’s heart as well as his own.

But then, Steve chose to come to him. Chose to talk to Sam. And he was afraid that telling anyone would disturb this magic, whatever this was. That he would once again have to bury Steve. So, he kept quiet. He buried this secret in the deep recesses of his mind, the initial worry of insanity long forgotten in favor of seeing his friend again.

“Do you even have a plan?” Bucky questioned, watching him prepare for the jump. Sam had a job for every agent accompanying him, but the idiot had not outlined anything for himself.

“I do.” Sam said, and when Bucky looked unconvinced, he lightly punched his shoulder. “You’re my plan, my backup. I scream, jump down and get my ass back up.”

Saying this, Sam jumped, the exasperated look on Bucky’s face imprinted behind his eyelids as his wings flared out and he floated.

Everything that could have gone wrong on this mission did, and Bucky was hysterical even before Sam’s call for backup came. He was going to kick Nick Fury’s ass, but before that he was going to bring his friend back in one-piece and chew him out for giving him a heart attack.

Sam’s wings took most of the weight of the fall, so he came back with a sprained ankle and bruises. Bucky was getting increasingly irritated when they came back home, their little secluded spot in the woods welcoming them with the smell of pine and wild grass.

“It’s not my fault Fury gave us shitty intel.” Sam groaned, “You can stop being salty now.”

Bucky remained quiet, the silent treatment going for almost the third day in row and Sam was at his wits end. It was stupid and ridiculous because Bucky almost always pulled the stupidest moves in the field, like stopping a bomb with his hand or listening to the villain’s evil monologue.

Steve was grinning as he leaned against the edge of the table, and with every suggestive wink he gave Sam, the new Captain America resisted the urge to throw a vase at him.

“He cares so much that he’s speechless.” Steve commented and Sam flipped him off. Dickhead has been giving running commentary of the thick tension in the air since they came back, and Sam was on the verge of calling for an exorcism.

“Why do you do that?” Bucky asked suddenly and Sam was so glad to hear him talk again it took him a while to understand the question.

“What?”

“This thing, looking somewhere and talking to yourself, or – I don’t know, you keep being weird.”

“You’re the one with the cyborg brain and arm and I’m weird” Sam tried deflecting. Bucky frowned, coming closer to sit near Sam, leaving abandoned Christmas decorations scattered around them. Clint had delivered it for them but neither had the heart to put them up.

“Sam.” Bucky deadpanned, and Sam sighed, resting his head back and avoiding eye contact. He looked at Steve who was still smiling, his beautiful face like a slap on the face and caress on the head at the same time.

It was more difficult than one would assume to explain. Why did Sam see Steve, and why did only Sam see Steve? Was it a hallucination, or his spirit? Would Steve go away if Sam confided in Bucky? Would Bucky be mad he didn’t tell him? There were so many questions, so many doubts, and yet as Sam looked into Bucky’s eyes, shining like sapphires, he couldn’t keep it to himself.

“Its…Its Steve.” He said, looking down and playing with the soft lint on his blanket. He didn’t hear Bucky say anything but moments later a metal hand gripped his, stopping its nervous movements.

“Steve?”

Sam gulped, the coolness of Bucky’s hand in his warming his heart, swelling it with hope and an emotion Sam was too afraid to acknowledge.

“Steve, he – he talks to me.” Sam confessed and tentatively looked at Bucky whose eyes were brimming with emotion. He expected him to call him crazy, or to get mad, but what he did not expect was Bucky to shift closer and take Sam’s other hand in his too.

“He talks to me as well.” Bucky said. Sam was breathless, both by the slight smell of cinnamon that came from Bucky and the way Bucky came even closer, close enough that he could count the flecks in his eyes.

“He does?” Sam asked and Bucky nodded.

“I don’t know how he does it with you, but whenever I need him, miss him, I feel him speak to me from here.” With this Bucky placed one of Sam’s hand on his chest, the beating heart under thumping strongly. Unconsciously, Sam’s hand caressed Bucky’s chest, mapped its muscles and the jagged scars that bulged under his left shoulder.

“I see him.” Sam admitted, unable to look away from Bucky. “I can see him”

Tears blurred his vision until they dropped on his cheeks, sliding down, and forging a river down, leaving a trail of hurt, betrayal, and loss in their wake. Bucky’s hand came up to wipe them away, staying on Sam’s cheek, playing with the soft hair on his chin.

“I see him too. In you.” Bucky said and they didn’t know who moved first, but their foreheads were touching and then their lips met in a chaste, hesitant kiss. Sam melted into his touch, molding himself to fall into Bucky’s larger frame, his arms circling his waist and pulling him closer. They kissed as if they had walked a hundred miles just to kiss each other, as if they had saved every last breath just to live this moment.

“I – I, Buck –” Sam began but Bucky shushed him, pulling him into another soul-searching kiss before pulling away.

“I know.” He murmured.

As Sam relaxed in Bucky’s warm embrace, lost himself in the blues of Bucky’s eyes, he noticed Steve from the corner of his eyes. There was sadness on his face, the pain of a goodbye in the creases around his eyes. But when he smiled, he smiled with genuine love and happiness. The two parts of his soul he’d left behind seemed to have found themselves, and with them Steve felt himself complete.

“Till the end of the line pals.” He whispered.

Sam never saw Steve again.

Their Christmas was not very festive in terms of decoration. There was still too much pain, too much suffering in their hearts. Steve and Nat’s pictures beamed at them from the walls, and Sam sent Pepper the confirmation that they’ll come over for New Years.

It was a beautiful thing about human nature, about how one rises from the ashes to become stronger. Sam and Bucky lost someone, but they found each other. In the shared grieve of their hearts, they discovered the love long buried in there, eagerly waiting to be spread and shared.

They stayed warm under the blanket, wearing oversized sweaters that they wouldn’t be caught dead wearing outside. The sweaters may or may not have been Steve's; the soldiers mutually decided to hold Steve close in this way. Sam’s heart was tripled in size, as his head rested in the crook of Bucky’s neck, the smell of chocolate and cinnamon melting together to make a little world of their own. Sam wondered if he would mind growing out his hair again.

“So, what did you get me?” Sam asked, knowing he wouldn’t mind if Bucky did get him that ball gag. Part of him almost hoping for it.

“How rude Wilson, here I’ve given you all of myself and you still thirst for more.” Bucky mocked and Sam tackled him into a hug, peppering kisses all over his face.

“Bitch, you’re lucky I lo-” Sam cut himself off, suddenly shy. The smirk on Bucky’s face melted into a smile, a hungry look in his eyes.

“Say it” Bucky ordered. And Sam did. The Captain obeyed his Sergeant without hesitation.

“I love you. I love you so freaking much! I got us the cheesiest gifts.” Sam said in excitement. He pulled away long enough to grab his gift from under the bed, giving it to Bucky to open. He watched with his bottom lip between his teeth as Bucky opened the box to pull out two chains, each dangling with a rectangular pendant.

Dog tags.

Their dog tags. Bucky raised his eyes to Sam’s, fisting his hand in Sam’s t-shirt to pull him closer into a searing kiss, all tongue and teeth and moans, hips grinding as passion merged with love and emotion.

“I love you!” Bucky growled and kissed Sam again. “And I got you chocolates that look like dicks. I didn’t know this would happen between us when I bought them, and I was going to give you a hint with them.”

Sam’s laughter echoed around their small house, the dopey smile on his face remaining intact as they ate candy and burnt sparklers into the night. In the colourful light that played on their faces, they held hands together, filling the void that was there with the warmth of each other.

“We can use the shield as a sleigh until you’re comfortable using it as a weapon.” Bucky mused and Sam smiled into his neck, thinking of a certain blond asshole who may have gone away, but will never be lost.

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cuuno-moved · 3 years

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And He was Nothing (A Jack Manifold Story)

tw for blood, death, self-deprication

Jack was nothing.

He’d never been anything. He was the kind of guy you met once, then forgot, a friend of a friend.

“Oh, you know Jack Manifold?”

“Yeah, the skinny kid with the broken glasses and the bald head?”

“That’s the one!”

He was nothing, and no one, and because of that, he’d always expected to die, in the way that background characters always die. It wasn’t going to be a martyr’s death, but maybe he’d even get a line in first.

He never expected it to hurt.

Of course it hurt. He’d heard the stories before, he thought he knew what to expect.

He’d heard from Tommy, back before he was exiled, the boy squirming at the memory as he talked about the pain, the cold, the fear.

He’d heard from Punz, the man laying on his back, staring at the sky in a strange, melancholy sorrow as he described the feeling of his body turning into nothing.

He’d heard from Skeppy, the trickster’s voice trembling as they sat together and watched the waves crash on the waves as he talked about sacrificing himself for someone he loved more than life itself.

He’d known it would hurt.

He hadn’t expected it to hurt this bad. The firework stuck in his stomach didn’t kill him instantly, burning, popping, destroying his guts bit by bit as he collapsed. He heard others cry out, but he was in too much pain to do anything.

It took nearly five minutes for his mind to give up, for his body to go limp for the last time.

The void was probably scarier than the dying by a million times. He just floated there, in the dark, in the cold, in the nothing, his eyes straining in the pitch black, his hands reaching for something. Anything.

He respawned among a dozen others, all of them sobbing and clutching their guts. He was in pain. He was in so much pain, but he didn’t say anything to Niki when she handed him a bottle of regen and told him to help out one of the others.

He did, helping around Pogtopia, cracking jokes, trying to raise people spirits, but after a while, he went back to Manburg, went home, and cried himself to sleep, trying not to remember the feeling of his body being torn apart.

He never went back to Pogtopia after that, knowing he wouldn’t be able to stand listening to people speak of their own deaths as if it made them special, wouldn’t be able to hear Tubbo talk about his execution as if it made him a hero, when dozens others went out the same way.

Pogtopia was full of heroes, and he was just a guy.

Tubbo and Tommy were both just as dead as he was, both just as fucked as he was, so they were in the same boat, and it was sinking fast. The two of them just had life jackets.

The battle of Manburg happened, not that he cared. He’d built a house on the outskirts of Manburg as he watched the world crumble.

Not a lot of other people stayed neutral, he noticed. George was oblivious to the destruction, the Badlands seemed to switch sides as they saw fit, and Karl had his own plans in mind, but Jack just shook his head and went back to setting up his new home.

He declared himself separate from L’Manburg, and Tubbo had agreed, telling him he was officially his own state, Manifoldland, and had nothing to fear from L’Manburg. He’d believed him.

He should not have believed him, especially when Fundy and Quackity showed up at his door with sadistic grins spreading over their faces.

They offered him a deal, in the end. Rejoin L’Manburg, or lose another life.

It wasn’t much of a choice.

Things were a sickening blur after that. Dream threatened L’Manburg (again), Tommy got exiled (again), and Tubbo caved to the slightest bit of peer pressure (again and again and again.)

Finally, Jack grew tired of being ignored, being treated like he hadn’t been there in the first war, fighting alongside the others, he needed someone who would treat him like a human being, not just a joke. Fundy was a dick, Eret was a traitor, Wilbur was dead, Niki was busy and Tubbo had bigger things to worry about.

Which left one person to talk to.

“Tommy! Hey, how’re y-”

He was cut off by a fist in his gut. The next thing he knew, he was dangling from the narrow walkway by his arms, legs kicking the air violently as he tried to get back up. Tommy did nothing to help, just staring at him as he did everything he could to just stay alive .

Then the boy was screaming at him about loneliness and friendship, and he didn’t know what was going on. If course Tommy was his friend, it wasn’t that he didn't care, he just didn’t realize the younger boy even remembered him anymore.

It wasn’t like Tommy’d ever made much attempt to act like a decent fucking human to Jack.

Jack begged, pleaded, sobbed, but Tommy had just shaken his head, and kicked his old friend into the lava with a fake salute.

That death hurt the worst.

It was also the coldest.

And the loneliest.

Jack had tried to lighten the mood. He stole Tommy’s prized possession then, a scarecrow he called his girlfriend. He thought things would get better, Tommy trying to get back at him, and him getting back at Tommy. A prank war, like back in the good old days.

But Tommy had just shrugged, and turned away to go back to Dream, and Jack felt something in his heart crack.

Tommy committed suicide a few weeks later, according to Tubbo, using up his last life, and Jack felt so goddamn guilty, so goddamn stupid.

And then Tommy was back, with Technoblade, the bastard who’d killed Jack the first time and he had no idea what to think.

Tommy had betrayed Techno, turning from his eldest brother to face Tubbo, and faintly, Jack wondered if the warrior was feeling the same dread, the same heartache he’d felt when Tommy had pushed him that last time.

The next day, Techno and Phil and Dream were back, and Jack was so so tired.

He stood his ground, with everyone else, charging the withers, fighting the best he could, watching as Techno spawned more, and more, and more, nine withers swooping through the air, sending people sprinting. He watched them close in on his house, and he felt a strange urgency well up inside him.

He had nothing. He had nothing but that house. That house was his only escape, the only thing on this server that truly belonged to him. So he ran, and he killed three withers, all on his own, and he looked around, hoping someone, anyone would notice and smile at him, a simple, ‘Good job, Jack, that was good’, or a nod, or any form of acknowledgement.

But he was Jack Manifold, and so he was left with nothing.

No one had even noticed, he realized. He did everything he could to help them, and when he needed it most…

He was alone.

When it was said and done, L’Manburg a smoking crater in the ground, the L’Mantree burnt down, and his home singed and damaged, he just laid down in the grass, and stared at the sky.

Suddenly, laughter echoed through the crater, and he crept to the edge. Those three bastards stood at the bottom, revelling in the destruction.

Dream, the man he and his friends had fought against for so long, who had destroyed this nation, this land, while barely raising a finger, stood with his back to Jack, long dirty blond hair in a high ponytail, casually leaning against a chunk of concrete.

Phil stood beside him, smiling lightly, face streaked with soot and blood. The little gems that hung from his hat and robes cast sparkles around the ruins, and Jack almost felt something like wonder, or admiration, or… regret? He looked like an angel, with his wings folded behind him, his eyes bright and fiery.

Technoblade was the one laughing, his curly hair spilling off his shoulders, the white-blond color it once was, now stained a dark pink with blood and clay. His single good eye glittered maniacally under his pig skull mask, and his arms swept in a wide arc as he twirled slowly, deep red velvet gown floating over the ground and causing pebbles to go skittering.

Jack remembered that laugh. The laugh of a man who pointed a firework down at him and smiled. The man who destroyed him, destroyed his home, destroyed his friends.

He stood up, almost expecting someone to step in, stop him, but no one noticed as he marched into the pit, to the three gods gathered in the center.

No one ever noticed.

Techno noticed, of course, stopping his revelry to gaze at the young man walking up to him, and he opened his mouth to say something, but Jack really really didn’t want to hear it.

He wound back his arm, and slammed his fist into Technoblade’s mask, as hard as he could.

Something in his fist cracked, but he pulled back, and punched again, and again, and again, aiming for the head, the chest, the neck. Finally, a voice that sounded so similar to Tubbo’s yelled his name, yelled at him to stop, but he didn’t care.

He was shouting something too, something wild, and garbled and furious. People were turning to stare, gazing into the crater at the mere soldier slamming his clearly broken hands into the Blood God’s chestplate, tears pouring down his face. Good. Let them stare. They weren’t going to remember him anyway.

Suddenly, two huge hands caught his wrists, forcing him to stop- almost a pitying gesture- and he stared up at the amber eyes of the most infamous killer in the dimension, and he felt nothing but rage. He slammed his head forward, into Techno’s mouth.

It didn’t do much, apparently, other than amuse the warrior, and he gave the boy a half-pitying smile before turning to glance at Phil.

“Mmmm… Thank the gods that L’Manburg has the great Jack Thunder Manifold here to keep them safe.”

Jack felt his heart plug as soon as his name left the lip of the other man, and he gulped. How did he know his name? He was nothing, a speck of dust in a ruined city. Finally, Techno turned his gaze back to him, and released him. Jack stumbled back a couple steps, before watching the other man pull out his sword.

He was going to die. He was going to loose his last life right here, right now, and he smiled.

“Do it.” His voice shook, but his heart burned with an intensity he was almost scared to acknowledge. “Kill me. I’m done. You win.”

Technoblade frowned at him, levelling the sword at his neck, but he paused. “...Do you have any last words, Jack Manifold?”

Jack hesitated. Did he? He’d never really thought it through, last words were something for heroes, for people who appeared on the book cover, for people who were worth remembering. He couldn’t think of anything, other than… “Just get it over with, bitch.”

And then Techno pulled back the sword and swung.

That death was the least painful. There was a moment of agony, as there always was, but it bled out quickly, along with the boy.

So he was in the void. Forever alone. Cold, tired, and alone.

Jack cried then. He hadn’t really cried in a long time, he realised, but sitting alone in the void seemed like the best time to do it.

“Hello.”

“...Wilbur?”

“Jack.”

“You look... nice.”

“Thank you. Pros of being dead, I suppose. I can make myself look good, and I don’t even have to shower.”

“Oh. Makes sense. Am I…am I here for good? Like, I can’t leave?”

“I’m… not sure? Everyone’s souls split in two when they die, the ghost bit and the soul bit. Your ghost is probably down there, somewhere, but hypothetically, you can switch with it-”

“No, I don’t want to be a ghost. I’ve met yours, he’s a bore.”

“...Ouch?”

“No offense. I don’t want to be a ghost, I just want to be me.”

“... Jack?”

“Yeah?”

“You weren’t much to begin with. Why go back?”

“What?”

“You… you were kinda the least… well, the least person I knew. You really want to try so hard to get back, when no one would even notice?”

Jack didn’t respond to that.

He just started walking.

For a while, Wilbur walked with him, trying to get him to stop, but, eventually, he gave up, letting him go.

He walked for hours, until the nothing turned into something.

The Prime Path.

He went home, and got a bowl of soup, and went to bed.

Everyone noticed he’d died.

No one noticed he shouldn’t have respawned.

He didn’t care.

He marched to Niki’s house, first thing in the morning, with his proposition.

Tommy was the main character, and Jack was nothing, but he’d be damned before he let himself get ignored.

He was everything, and he was nothing, and he knew the secrets of the universe, and he’d stared God in the eye and called him a bitch.

And Jack Manifold became a villain.

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unfortunatelysirius · 4 years

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DATING HARRY POTTER AS A HUFFLEPUFF WOULD INCLUDE:

NOTE: Hey, apologies for going AWOL. I’m back to ruin fanfiction.

❁ Oh Merlin, there’s a lot of stereotypes about Hufflepuffs. They’re pushovers, they’re losers, they’re cowards, they’re useless, they’re lousy at duels—all sorts, none of it really true. Even the Golden Trio was guilty for thinking it! Ah, Hufflepuff, seemed like the lesser House from afar.

❁ Then Harry met you.

❁ Harry only knew what his friends told him of Hufflepuffs. Hermione didn’t really have an opinion, just that she barely saw their work ethic and suspected they spent a lot of their time with the kitchen elves. Ron was bold with his, claiming they didn’t have a courageous bone in their body. With a lack of any real friends from Hufflepuffs, Harry didn’t disagree.

❁ One day Harry saw you sneaking into the restricted section of the library. You went undetected and looked like you’d done it hundreds of time when you snagged a book Harry couldn’t read the name of then went on your way. Harry was baffled. The only indication of who you were was the yellow tie he saw before you went dancing into the night. And Hufflepuffs? They didn’t seem like rulebreakers and risktakers.

❁ Harry told Hermione and Ron about what he saw and neither of them believed him. So he honestly believed he was seeing colors and the person that stole a book was from another house, not a Hufflepuff. But his curiosity got the better of him so he looked at every person he saw to see if they matched the figure he saw that night. The figure was lithe and limber, able to not make a sound.

❁ Not looking for a Hufflepuff in particular really failed him… none of the other houses had someone with behavior even close. Then again, he didn’t get a chance to truly analyze the figure before it was gone. He was grasping for straws with what little he had to go on, but he was just so damned determined to find out who it was. The figure was graceful and if he had to go with a fifty-fifty, he wanted to say the figure was a girl. Yeah, he’d go with that to cut down half his prospects.

❁ Harry had you in his Transfiguration class. He didn’t give you the light of day until one fateful class period when you got up to hand in an essay and Harry’s eyes followed you up the aisle. You were light-footed and quick, a grace to you unmatched by the identity-less night thief. That’s when he hit him—you were the culprit and he wasn’t imagining things about a Hufflepuff tie!

❁ He confronted you after class. It didn’t go so well. You didn’t like the idea of him seeing you take a book and tried to play it off like you’d never do such a thing; sadly for you, the Chosen One was chosen in what he’d “let go.” That was one of the few things he wanted to pursue. It became a cycle: you tried removing yourself from his radar, he reappeared to interrogate you, you’d threaten to hit him with a knee-locking spell, he’d back off and it started again. He was cute and aggravating, neither so good together. You grew frustrated and Harry? He was like a damn dog trailing after a slab of meat.

❁ Finally after weeks of enduring him following you wherever you went, you had finally had enough. You slapped him in the face and told him to bugger off before you turned him into a toad. All these threats aside, you thought maybe he’d leave you alone if you were to outright say it, but Harry hadn’t gotten his answers yet—and as a bloke who’d investigate his heart out for the right price, nothing could break his stride… or his pride.

❁ Ugh, how was he not bored yet?

❁ You gave him an ultimatum: if you told him the name of the book you stole and why you even took from the restricted section in the first place, he needed to forget you existed and stop being your shadow. Harry agreed. The two of you went somewhere alone and out of earshot from his nosy buddies and anyone else who loved to overhear things they shouldn’t, and once there, you told him your motivations. You needed a book on the history of dark magic because you were learning how to withstand Dark Arts curses in the case the war tried taking you as a casualty. You explained how your father was killed when you were a month old because of dark magic and you didn’t want to have that happen to you or your family again.

❁ Harry could see this was personal so for once, he was pretty serious (but not serious Sirius). And to your shock, he apologized for basically being your stalker. Then to your immense displeasure, he informed you of something else: he didn’t want to forget your existence.

❁ “What the bloody Hell, Harry? We agreed to this!” you cried out in protest.

❁ The arsehole didn’t look fazed.

❁ Harry very suavely told you he fancied you and for the last few weeks he was only following you around because he felt leaving you alone would make you never give him the time of day again. Truthfully you probably never would have—he was a Gryffindor and Gryffindors did ridiculously stupid things and acted like bastards half the time. All houses had their flaws but Harry was many things: brave, oblivious, mad, and arrogant. A lot of those traits were none you particularly fancied yourself… but upon Harry’s confession, you could see yourself looking past all that.

❁ You agreed to let bygones be bygones and give Harry a chance to show you that he was more than your weird stalker/frenemy… Would you regret it? Yeah, probably. If he drew his friends into messes that were potentially lethal, you sure as hell would get the same bewildering stories to tell your future children.

❁ Good thing Hufflepuffs were badasses, too.

❁ Story aside, the two of you are a power couple.

❁ Oh, who thought a Hufflepuff couldn’t be powerful? Slytherins, Gryffindors? Well, they’re wrong.

❁ You’re an absolute beast at magic and yeah, Harry’s the Chosen One, but you’re only the tiniest bit beneath his level; he’s got the title but a match-up between you and Harry is not something anyone has the balls to face.

❁ You guys are the cute, playful couple and the warriors-on-their-way-to-battle couple.

❁ Your favorite place to go on dates to is the Three Broomsticks for Butterbeer and to people-watch. Harry’s a nosy Norman and likes to eavesdrop (and secretly, you’re not so opposed).

❁ He can be shy. He’s confident most of the time, then there’s these moments of vulnerability where he’ll go on self-pity tirades that he doesn’t deserve you and he hates putting you in danger. Cute of him to worry, but you’re a badass, remember? It’s up to you to remind him you’d leave if you really wanted to, but sometimes it’s good to let him see that himself. Bad bitches do what they want when they say they want.

❁ You hate Cho Chang with a passion when she starts making eyes at Harry. If you didn’t value your education or fear Umbridge, you’d relinquish any dignity you have left and start a cat fight.

❁ Harry’s loyal and sweet. You’d think he wouldn’t be, being the cocky prat he is at times, but damn, he knows how to defy expectations. When the two of you are together he has no eyes for anyone but you.

❁ He says, “I love you,” first. Big surprise.

❁ He’s a really passionate lover. Like, really passionate. He doesn’t give off the vibe, but man, oh man… he’s got moves.

❁ Harry truly takes every predisposed thought you had of him and basically shoots them all to Hell—just as you do his expectations of Hufflepuffs.

❁ Perfect match made in Merlin’s cauldron, huh?

❁ Nah, perfect match made in Hell.

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moskaisley · 4 years

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thin walls

gif cred: @mrpascals

rating: NC-17 lol

word count: 3.1k

warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT!! 18+ !! graphic depictions of sex, auralism, mentions of alcohol, jealousy, dumb oblivious clownery, a lil pining, a smidge of angst at the end u know me

a/n:

this is a side story for my ongoing series “migraine” !!

i NEEDED to write something fun since the last part of migraine was so angsty. i really wanted to just explore them having fun together and being bros!!! just vibin!!! being young and dumb!!! and ofc their obvious sexual tension before migraine girl and mando started their romantic relationship. idk when part 5 will be out since i have finals next week, but i definitely dont want to wait a month to post it LOL

for now, enjoy this fun and sexy romcom bullshit

summary:

“You’re the worst wingman ever,” You tease as you kick his calf lightly.

He kicks you back, “Look, the night isn’t over yet. I bet I can get at least one of these people to talk to you.”

You ponder over his challenge for a moment, and then shoot him a mischievous grin. Reaching into a pouch on your belt, you slap some credits onto the table.

“Spoils go to the winner,” you say with a smile, “You have one shot. Blow it and we both go home, casanova.”

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A rough shove from behind nearly had you on your ass in the middle of the firefight. A blaster shot whizzes by your head, nearly clipping you as you struggle to maintain your balance. Another shot goes off, and you hear a body crumple to the ground. You snarl as you bring your elbow around, only for it to be caught by a strong hand.

“Easy!” Qin’s voice echoes in your ears, “A ‘thanks’ would be nice.”

You scoff, roughly tearing your arm from his grip, “I nearly sliced you in half, crazy bastard.”

“Oi, don’t get all riled up, sweetheart. If it weren’t for me, you’d be dead.”

“I’m not your fuckin’ sweetheart, Qin.”

He grunts, waving you off in annoyance. Rolling your eyes, you turn around to proceed forward, ready to berate your beskar clad partner for not watching your back. Yet, to your frustration, The Mandalorian is already far down the hallway, Xi’an bouncing in tow.

You’re not jealous.

You say it to yourself when you wordlessly slip away from your coworkers upon returning to one of Ran’s hangars, ignoring their confused looks and the “Oh Mando, you’re so in trouble” from Vidar. You say it to yourself when you lazily bonk your head against the shower wall in frustration, and you nearly scream it when you hear Xi’an’s breathy giggles from his bunk.

This had been going on for weeks now.

A scrap sheet of durasteel could probably muffle more sound than the current wall you shared with the Mandalorian. And while for the most part, he was a respectful neighbor, it was times like these that you wished you could throw yourself into dead space. The first time you confronted him about the noise, it was almost cute at how awkward he was in apologizing to you. That night, amidst the wanton moans and cries of ecstasy coming from next door, you kept hearing him shush the Twi’lek in that gentle, gravelly voice of his. Even then, every noise still drifted into your bunk, but you decided to be merciful and save him any more embarrassment by keeping quiet. (You made a note in your head, though. He so owes you for this.) Instead, you picked up an old busted radio from the market, fixing it up and tuning in during crises like these. It only connected to one station, but you’d take Val Syko’s Quenk Jazz Jams over the sounds of your partner’s pleasure any day.

But tonight, drowning in the funky sounds of Val’s extensive music collection wasn’t doing it for you. Mando’s groan echoes dully off the walls of your room, and your thighs instinctually press together in an attempt to quell the warmth pooling at your core. You press your fingers to the bridge of your nose. It was unfair, really. Mando was getting action at least once a week, yet your pool kept coming up empty, and you refused to fuck around with any of your current colleagues. Sighing, you check your watch; the night is still young and therefore, incredibly long. Your eyes dart over to your tiny closet, pursing your lips together in apprehension. Another one of Xi’an’s moans rings in your ears.

You know what? Fuck it.

It’s almost comical how the ship falls into abrupt silence when you knock on his door.

“I’m going out,” you say quickly before he could open the door. Silence follows and you roll your eyes.

“Don’t wait up. I’ll be late.”

You’re not sure why you thought your luck would change tonight.

You were nursing your second drink, lazily twisting the straw in the glass and scanning around the cantina for anyone who could catch your eye. On your first round, there was a cute redhead who gave you a sweet compliment on your outfit, but your hope died when she slipped into a booth next to her boyfriend on the other side of the room. You let out a long, exasperated sigh, letting your head drop as you squeeze your eyes shut. This was a dumb idea. You’re gonna be listening to those two all night while Val plays that one song from Mooneyes for the thousandth kriffing time–

“Is this seat taken?”

You groan loudly at his stupid fucking modulated voice.

“I’ll take that as a no.”

Mando slips into the stool next to you, leaning against the bar as he tilts his head.

“I wondered where you ran off to.”

“I can have my fun too, Mando.”

“Clearly,” he quips, gesturing to your lonely exasperated form, huddled over your drink.

“You’re so annoying, you know that?”

You shove him and he laughs, head shaking at how easy you are to tease. Rolling your eyes, you take a sip from your drink. He shuffles a little, subtly leaning to the right, visor skimming over your backside. You smirk, catching him in the act.

“Hey!” You snap your fingers in front of his helmet, “Eyes up here, tin can.”

Pushing your hand to the side, he takes the hem of it in between his fingers and says, “I didn’t know you had clothes like these.”

“What? This old thing?”

Though your lifestyle didn’t allow for a big wardrobe, there were a few times you would indulge yourself in some of the finer things. The dress was oxblood in color, made of soft velvet with a high neck and open back. It hugged your body snugly, ending just above your knees with a leg slit that traveled up your thigh. It took a decent chunk from your paycheck, and you were so compelled to buy it that you didn’t even consider where you’d wear it. But you loved the way it made you feel, and it was a lovely change of pace from the typical bounty hunter getup you often sported.

“It looks nice on you,” he tells you, nonchalantly.

You swallow hard as his gloved fingers brush against your thigh. Dizzying warmth washes over you. What the hell? Drunk already?

“Thanks.”

“What’s the occasion?” He asks you, releasing his hold on your dress.

You shoot him a sardonic smile as you raise your glass, as if you’re toasting.

“I’m taking applications for a new partner. My old one was too busy getting his dick wet and I almost got shot. Had to be saved by Qin, of all people.”

“I dunno, Qin could be a worthy candidate. He seems to be very friendly with you, too.”

“Are you insane? He’s a kriffing psychopath. Almost as crazy as your girlfriend.”

“Hey, she’s not–”

You cock your brows at him and smirk.

He playfully punches your arm as you take another sip.

“Alright, alright. I get it,” he says as you laugh at him, “Let me make it up to you. Are you trying to go home with someone tonight? I can be your wingman.”

You snort at the thought, “Yeah right. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, Mando but you’re not exactly the most approachable person. And besides, no one here is really catching my eye. I think I’m just gonna go.”

You’re moving to stand up and pay until he grabs your arm to keep you still.

“No, wait. C’mon, stay. Lets–Let’s just have some fun.”

You smile earnestly at him; Mando’s insistence to spend time with you genuinely warms your heart, so you lean back to your seat and flag down the bartender.

Though a second set of eyes helped in checking out people that you may have overlooked, it kind of defeated the purpose when that set of eyes was known for being one of the fiercest warriors throughout the galaxy. You thought you were able to catch the eye of a particularly dashing fighter pilot, exchanging flirty glances and a little wave. But the second he saw you in an exchange with a Mandalorian, he was quick to dash out the cantina without so much as saying a word to you. Mando kept insisting you both stay, denying that his intimidating armor had any effect on your chances of getting laid.

“Mando, I’m telling you this in the nicest way possible, but you’re scaring people off.”

“Maybe they just like what they see.”

“You’re the worst wingman ever,” You tease as you kick his calf lightly.

He kicks you back, “Look, the night isn’t over yet. I bet I can get at least one of these people to talk to you.”

You ponder over his challenge for a moment, and then shoot him a mischievous grin. Reaching into a pouch on your belt, you slap some credits onto the table.

“Spoils go to the winner,” you say with a smile, “You have one shot. Blow it and we both go home, casanova.”

Needless to say, he fails. Miserably.

The first person he goes up to must’ve been guilty of something. Because as soon as the Mandalorian stalks around the corner to his seat, the poor soul tosses his drink at him and dashes out the door. The metal man stands for a second in shock, and you see his shoulders slack as he lets out a defeated sigh. He rounds the bar back to you, Corellian rum dripping off his helmet and all over his beskar. Your stomach hurts trying to suppress the laughter building inside you, but you couldn’t help it. Your hand flies to your mouth as you snort loudly, laughing so hard that tears almost form in your eyes. You didn’t expect the night to go this way and your endeavors for a hookup had failed terribly, but it still made you happy to spend time with your friend all the same.

“That wasn’t fair. Let me try again.”

You struggle to form a response between your laughs, “No–no way! I–I can’t watch that again.”

“C’mon, I didn’t even get to try. Gimme another chance.”

You shake your head, taking your credits off the table and slipping them back into your pouch.

“Nope, rules are rules, Mando. Let’s just get outta here.”

“No way, I refuse to give up so–”

“She asked you to leave, buddy.”

You turn to look at the new voice, confused and a bit irritated for interrupting your exchange with Mando. You’re met with green eyes, strong shoulders, sexy scruff, olive skin, and a very dashing smile. Your retaliation dies in your throat, and your lips curl into a smile. Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

Mando didn’t pick up on this though, “No, it’s not like that. We were just–”

“He was just going, actually. Right, Mando?” You look back at him and give him a wink, “I think I’ve had enough of you today.”

His helmet tilts upward in surprise, and then he chuckles lightly.

“Okay, then.”

He slides off his stool, gesturing to it for your new friend before walking out of the cantina. You watch Mando walk out the door, and the man takes over his seat.

“Was he bothering you?”

“No, actually,” You give him a sweet smile, “He’s a friend.”

He raises his eyebrows in surprise, “Friends with a Mandalorian, eh? What’s that like?”

“Well, they make awful wingmen,” you joke.

“Is that so?”

“Why? Looking to take his place?”

“No, I’m here to buy you a drink.”

Catching your bottom lip with your teeth, you smile and your heart flutters.

“What’s your name?”

“Deo.”

He presses you up against the wall of the cantina outside, hands snaking up your waist and lips pressing hard against yours. Deo grabs and pulls at your flesh, slipping his tongue in your mouth and you moan against him. It’s been so long since you’ve felt someone this way, and it makes your skin sing in pleasure. When he pulls away, he keeps his forehead up against yours, breaths labored and heavy.

“So, mine or yours?”

A devious grin crosses your lips, “Mine.”

“Lead the way, sweetheart.”

You take his hand into yours, clinging to his arm for balance. The drinks have finally caught up to you and there’s a pleasant buzz warming your body as you try your best not to stumble through the streets. As you make it back to the Razor Crest, you stop in front of the side gate, opening the hatch as Deo’s hand meets the small of your back. You pull him up into the loading dock, and he digs his face into your neck, biting at the skin as you press buttons on the door panel. When it shuts, he pushes you up against the wall of the ship, sucking at the skin beneath your jaw and grinding his pelvis up against your ass. You try to suppress a mewl, as you push off the wall and turn to him.

“Not here,” you whisper.

“Why not here?”

A muffled whimper comes from further away, and both of your heads abruptly turn to the source of the noise coming from behind Mando’s door.

Deo looks back to you, brows furrowed, “You sure this ship is yours, honey? Looks occupied.”

“Roommate. He won’t bother us, though.”

You shove him off of you and saunter over to your own bunk door. You turn around and beckon him to come with a single finger.

“C’mere.”

Your dress, along with Deo’s clothes, was left forgotten on the ground of your tiny room. He was quick to the draw, pulling your legs up so they wrapped around his hips and holding your ass for support. He pressed you up against the wall, pushing his cock inside you. You moan loudly, relishing in the feeling of his length filling up your pussy and the pressure of him crowding you against the metal.

And that’s when you realize–

Deo is fucking you up against the wall you share with Mando.

The mere thought of it makes you clench tighter around him and the smile on your face is downright devilish. Your partner can hear every lewd noise you make, just as you’d heard his, and it drove you crazy. Your body flushes with heat, wetness pooling at your core. Your arms pull Deo tighter against you, burying him deeper inside and mewling against his neck.

“Maker, you think he can hear you, honey?”

“Probably,” You let a breathy laugh against him, “Thin walls.”

A distinctly modulated groan echoes from behind you and you can’t suppress the grin that spreads along your lips.

Bastard.

You pull at the base of Deo’s neck, and guide his head to your chest. He nips and sucks at your collar bone, leaving another mark along your skin. Lifting a hand from your ass, he brings it to your breast, kneading it in his hands and running his thumb over your nipple. You whine as he begins to pinch it in between his fingers while he fucks up into you. Coincidentally, Mando’s moans reach your ears again only seconds later.

So we’re playing this game, are we?

You squeeze Deo’s shoulder, the knot in your lower belly getting tighter and tighter the more you focus on the noises coming from the next room over. You know you shouldn’t, but you can’t help the image of your partner holding you like this, fucking you relentlessly against the wall you shared. You wonder if he looks anything like Deo; does he have the same green eyes? Or are they brown? What about his lips? How do they feel against yours? Your neck? Your cunt? You imagine that it’s his hands clutching and squeezing your soft flesh, his cock stretching you open, his stupid fucking voice whispering praises in your ear.

“F–Fuck! I’m gonna cum,” you panted, pressure building up inside you, aching for release.

You swore, you heard Mando’s breath hitch behind you.

“Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum all over my cock.”

You nearly scream as you come undone around Deo, waves of pleasure washing over you. In your haze, a single thought crosses your mind: Mando was chasing his own release as well.

You know it, you feel it.

So you moan again.

“I had a good time tonight.”

“I did too.”

You hug your body tightly, the air of the hangar was cool against your skin, and you were clad in only a thin shirt and shorts. Deo is holding your upper arms, smiling softly at you as you shivered.

Brushing a strand of hair away from your face, he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“We should do this again sometime,” he whispers against your skin, “Maybe, somewhere without your little roommate?”

You giggle, warmth heating up your cheeks.

“We’ll see.”

He bids you goodnight, and you walk back into the Crest, shutting the ramp behind you. You’re turning to go to bed when the sound of your partner’s door makes you freeze. The Mandalorian emerges, free of his beskar armor save for his helmet. He stops when he sees you, surprised by your presence at this hour. You stare at each other in silence for a few moments.

And then you snicker, and he does too.

A pleasant feeling blooms in your chest at the sound of his laugh. You take a few steps closer to him, letting your arms fall to your sides.

“So,” he begins in a low voice, “You didn’t hear any of that, right?”

“Hear what?” You ask him, innocently, “I was a little preoccupied.”

“Really? I didn’t notice.”

You hold a hand against your mouth and giggle.

“So,” he murmurs, “Who was he?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Mando cocks his head to the side, and you swear you see a glint of mischief flash along the t-shape of his visor.

“Well, if I’m not mistaken,” he starts, taking a step closer to you. Your heart picks up in pace.

He gently pushes aside the collar of your shirt to reveal deep red marks blooming along your neck. Your stomach flips at the feeling of his bare fingers along your collarbone. Your throat goes dry.

“You owe me some credits.”

He stays still like this for a moment, and you take a deep breath, his touch feeling electric against your skin. When he goes to remove his hand, it’s instinct when you reach for it, clutching it and holding it in place. You feel him tense beneath you as your fingers wrap his palm. You swallow hard, drinking him in beneath the lowlight of the ship: the shine of his dumb helmet, how he towers over you, the warmth of his presence.

You squeeze his hand, and to your surprise, he squeezes it back. His thumb traced over your fingers, and in your boldness, you gently pull it towards your cheek.

“Mando?” you hear Xi’an’s voice call from his room.

You shut your eyes tight, heart dropping to your stomach. Her call felt like ice water dumping over you, killing the warm, fuzzy feeling that engulfed you only moments earlier. You drop his hand quickly. You hug yourself, fingers buzzing so wildly with nerves, you need to hold it close to keep your hand from shaking. You clear your throat and shoot him a weak smile, avoiding his gaze. Bristling past him, you stop in your doorway and whisper.

“Goodnight, Mando.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

i imagine deo as jake gyllenhaal when he played mysterio just less of a crackhead. :)

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mythrilhusk · 3 years

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Despite Everything - Chapter One

NOT RPF (RPF = Real Person Fiction) Genre - Magical Warriors (based off Magical Girl genre) Featured Relationships (only SFW): Niki/Puffy

Niki Nihachu never wanted to be involved with the corporation-funded magical battles sparring in the skies of her home planet, Io. But when she accidentally awakens an ancient evil, she's forced to take responsibility and join an ageless war to save the entire universe.

CW: Death, violence, threats, manipulation

(Ao3 link) Words: 1,874 Next Chapter

Rain patters on the sky bridges forming webs throughout Io's largest city, Kumo Dome. Niki's boots scrape on the ironwood planks as her bridge sways over the icy void. She strides easily across, used to the motion.

Above her, in the cold black sky unbrightened by the cold yellow speck of the Sun, several figures glide and dance in a clearly staged battle. Niki scoffs, reaching the highrise at the end of the bridge. Two-hundred stories above the ground, her favorite little cafe seems so peaceful, with icy cyan crystals growing over the railings of the balcony. Niki removes her cape and hands it to the host. "Thank you, Jack."

"Anything for you." Jack grins and hangs her cape on a hook. "You change your mind at all? We could really use the publicity."

"I'm not here to talk business." Niki replies, restraining her annoyance. If he were anyone else, she'd give them an earful.

"Alright, Niki. The usual?"

"Yes, thank you. Oh, add a few sprinkles to it, I'm celebrating."

"Oh?" Jack leans across the counter, waggling his brows.

"I got a new apartment that allows pets." Niki smiles as she sits down. It's not a lie, more of an obfuscation.

"Awesome." Jack mixes up her drink and scatters unicorn sprinkles over the whipped cream. "This one's on me."

Niki purses her lips. "I'm still not-"

"I know, I know. I'm just being nice." Jack sets the drink down on her table, then sits down in the opposite chair.

"I'm expecting a date, actually." Niki tosses her hair teasingly.

"Ohh? Who?"

"You wouldn't know her." Niki shoos him out of the seat.

The door's bell chimes and Captain Puffy strides in, her billowing rainbow hair dripping from the rain and her cloak slung uselessly over her arm. Jack smirks at Niki. "You'd be surprised."

"Hey, Jack!" Puffy hops onto the seat Jack vacated and grins at the host. "Get me a bottle of Bloody Vodka."

"Sure thing, Cap'n."

Puffy turns her gorgeous smile on Niki. "Hey."

"Hey." Niki responds dumbly, lost for words. "You're all wet."

Puffy snorts in a vain attempt to restrain her giggles. "Wow, we're going there already?"

"I meant the rain, but if you insist." Niki laughs. "Let me buy you a pastry. The donuts here are good."

Puffy shrugs graciously. "I'll have the salamander crumb one."

"Oh, that is a good one."

"Puffy," Jack calls, "Please tell her to join us!"

Puffy raises an eyebrow at Niki, who blushes and flusters. "Look, Jack, I've told you a thousand times, I will not be your goddamn mascot."

"Mascot??" Puffy laughs brightly. "Jack, you idiot!"

"What??" Jack cries. "It's not my fault, Niki jumped to conclusions and never gave me the chance to explain!!"

"Niki, darling." Puffy steeples her fingers and leans on the table. "You don't have to join anything you don't want to. But, that being said, we're kinda shorthanded without the Spirit of Death on our side."

"What the fuck??" Niki cries, leaping up from her seat. Her heart pounds in her throat; her hands spark with emerald fire. She hastily smothers the flames, stuffing her hands under her arms. "I- I can not be Death, I will not be Death, I don't- I don't want this, why can't you magic bastards leave me alone??" Why today of all days??

Puffy stares at her, taken aback. Jack whistles awkwardly and retreats into the kitchen. "Niki, no, sweetie. You're not Death."

"Damn right I'm not." Niki snaps. "I don't want to play in your goddamn staged battles, I don't want to fight anyone, I just want to be left alone."

Puffy raises her hands in surrender. "I'm not asking you to."

"Good." Niki's hands drop to her side.

"I'm sorry, sweetie, I didn't realize it was a sore subject." Puffy sighs. "You're not Death. Just the reincarnation of the Spirit of Death."

"What the hell does that even mean?" Niki cries, curious despite it all. "I'm not a Patron, I'm- I'm barely even a Hex, and I don't want any of this."

Puffy gives her a sharp smile. "Oh, Niki. There are so many other powers out there." She gestures for Niki to sit down. Niki obeys. "What do you know about your own power?"

"I- I can heal." Niki raises her hands. Emerald sparks flicker beneath her pale skin. "That's it, though."

"That's green hex stuff, yep." Puffy covers Niki's shaking hands with hers. "You know Patrons, too, yeah?"

"Yes, but I am not one."

"Alright, alright. Spirits are reincarnations of the ancient dragons. Each dragon was a Patron of a different realm of reality. There's six of us right now." Puffy smirks and her eyes alter, mesmerizing Niki with fractals upon fractals of pulsing multicolored flames. "I am Captain Puffy, Spirit of Fire." Her voice crackles with the screams of blazing embers.

As suddenly as the change had come over her, the normal Puffy returns. Niki laughs breathlessly. "That- that was hot."

"Literally, yes, I am extremely hot." Puffy giggles.

"There's six of- of the Spirits?"

"Fire, Ice, Light, Dark, Life, and Death."

"I'm Light!" Jack calls from the kitchen.

"Shut up, Jack, she doesn't care!" Puffy snipes back.

"I'm just saying. She might want to know." Jack grumbles.

"Puffy, I don't want to be involved." Niki stares at the table, at her trembling hands, at the silver lichtenberg scars on her arms. "I've seen what this power does to people. It- it is not a good thing, this Spirit, and I don't want it."

"Alright." Puffy shrugs. "Fair warning, though, if you try to use it without being properly prepared, it will be harder to control."

"I know. I'm not going to use it." Niki sighs, wishing the conversation hadn't turned so dour. "I'm sorry. Can we still have a nice date?"

"Oh, of course." Puffy smiles and changes the subject.

They talk till it's almost curfew. Jack cleans up around them, then pulls a seat up to join in the meandering conversation. Finally, Niki stands up and gives Puffy a shallow bow. "Thank you for the enjoyable date."

Puffy bows back. "Any time, sweetie. I had fun."

Outside, the rain has cleared and the clouds have parted to reveal Jupiter. The planet's glow bathes the city in orange light. Niki smiles up at the hidden stars. When she concentrates, she can feel them out there, massive gravitational wells of plasma. When she concentrates, it almost seems as though she is a star herself, blazing and powerful and implacable.

A spark of terror ends the moment; her hands clench and she strides across the bridge, eyes welling with angry tears. She can't even have the stars. Not even today, the anniversary of her death.

The day Niki died started off like any other day. At the time, she hadn't learned to control her healing yet. When the errant lightning spell hit her, her magic reacted as a belated reflex. She was physically dead for a whole ten seconds. Ten seconds too many.

The officials didn't investigate, but Niki knew the spell was from the staged battle nearby. She tried to sue the corporations who'd hired the Hexes, but nobody would take the case, claiming it was a lost cause.

Getting more pissed the more she thinks back on it, Niki shoots a glare at the current staged fight on the next highrise over. The idiots just shoot off spells and don't even care who or what they hit, protected by the trillionaires funding them.

One of the fighters, a cyan Hex, blinks onto the bridge, making it sway and rock. Niki grips the railing. "Fuck you!"

He barely even glances at her before activating his jetpack to leap back into the air. A fire spell blasts past, narrowly missing the bridge.

Niki hastily strides for the end of the bridge. She's just past the middle when the bridge tilts sideways, then swings wildly. Niki grips the railing, cursing colorfully. Overhead, laughter mocks her.

She lets go to flip off the fighters. A fire spell slams into the bridge and knocks her into the abyss.

Niki screams, flailing as wind whips past her. Through the blinding haze of terror, she gathers enough wits to preemptively activate the only spell she knows. Emerald fire consumes her body as she slams into the ground, over two hundred feet below the bridge.

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Hm. Niki? That's a nice name. I'm [redacted].

Huh. You're not dead, are you? That's good. If you were dead, you'd be rather less useful.

Niki, you don't want to die again, do you?

Nobody wants to die, least of all more than once.

I have a deal for you.

...

That was fast. I haven't even told you what it is yet.

Hm. Okay. You want revenge, that's easy enough. Just heal me and I'll give you your revenge.

Ha...

....Hahaha....

You idiot. You really did it. You actually freed me! Heh, I guess you can have a reward.

I'll let you rest in peace. There. Don't get in my way or I will make your eternity very painful.

It was so nice to meet again, Spirit of Death...

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"Niki!!" Puffy's distraught cry shatters through the haze of drowsy distance.

Niki groans and tries to open her eyes. She feels weightless, disconnected. Her eyes remain stubbornly closed, like she's still dreaming. Magic crackles in her body, desperately working to mitigate the damage and knit her together.

A spark of foreign magic trickles into her hand. Niki lashes out, snatching the tendril and yanking it away. A furious yell frees itself from her lungs.

"Wait, sweetie, it's okay!" Puffy blazes in Niki's awareness, a form of flames and crackling lightning. Terrifyingly, hypnotically gorgeous.

"Are- are you a star?" She opens her eyes and sees Puffy kneeling over her, cutting a stark shadow from Jupiter so far above.

Puffy hiccups, wiping away her tears. "Niki, I saw you fall and I thought- oh, gods, I thought you were dead!"

"I was." Niki tries to reassure her, but this only makes Puffy start to cry again. "Puffy, I'm not dead, it's okay!"

"Are you sure? Are you a ghost?"

"No, I am not a ghost." Niki sits up with effort and reaches for Puffy's hand. "See? I'm alive."

Puffy yanks her into a fierce, warm hug. "Don't die ever again." She hisses. "I don't like it."

Niki laughs brightly, still recovering from the shock of her final few moments. "I will try."

Puffy continues to embrace her. "We've only known each other for like two weeks, but if anything happened to you, I'd probably have a villain arc."

Niki extricates herself from the embrace. Puffy looks absolutely magical, covered in grime, tear stains down her cheeks, her eyes and nose puffy from crying. "Thank you for coming."

Puffy sniffles. "What else would I have done?? You fell from a goddamn bridge, nobody would have found your body for ages!"

"I think most people would have left me." Niki admits bitterly, recalling her first death.

"Fuck that, you're my friend." Puffy cries hotly. "Let's get you home."

Niki rests her head on Puffy's shoulder as she's picked up. "This doesn't mean I'm joining your team."

"I never said anything about that, sweetie."

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#death cw #violence cw #romantic fluff #magical girl #power of love #niki nihachu #captain puffy #jack manifold #dreamwastaken #dream smp au #rainbow arson #rainbow arson is niki/puffy's ship name and you can pry it from my cold dead hands

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rewritethestars5218 · 3 years

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Febuwhump Day 6

“Insomnia”

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29163078/chapters/72485520

(I know I am really behind, but with how my schedule is I probably won’t be able to complete the challenge in time, but I am still going to finish it)

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The group was excited when they first landed in Time's Hyrule. They had heard all about his wife, and now they were finally going to meet her.

As they approached the house, a woman stepped through the door—her long, flowing red hair billowing in the breeze, and Legend froze.

He could feel his heart begin to race as the woman stepped out onto the porch.

...it can't be...

He watched as Time strolled up to her. Her face lit up as she ran towards him, practically leaping into his arms as the two embraced each other.

Suddenly, Legend was back on a familiar beach, the warm breeze blowing through his hair.

Her back was towards him, her red hair dancing in the wind.

She turns, her dark eyes glistening like the sea, a red hibiscus tucked in her hair.

Suddenly he felt a hand clasp his shoulder, snapping him out of his daydream.

He jerked his shoulder away, nearly stumbling in the process.

Hyrule instinctively raised his hands to show he wasn't a threat.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

"What do you want," Legend barked.

Hyrule nervously glanced up at Warriors, who was standing nearby. The look on the captain's face matching his own confusion.

"I...well...everyone was walking inside, and I noticed you hadn't moved, so I wanted to make sure you were ok," Hyrule stammered.

Legend briefly watched as the others were being introduced to Time's wife. It was then that he started to notice the differences between the two girls. Time's wife was taller, had lighter skin, and had bright blue eyes.

This wasn't her.

"I'm fine," Legend mumbled. He tried desperately to compose himself as he slowly walked up to the others, Hyrule, and Warriors in tow.

When Time noticed the three approaching, he smiled, and Legend was painfully aware that this was probably the first genuine smile he has seen from the old man.

With one arm still wrapped around his wife, Time gestured to them. "There they are. Legend, Hyrule, Warriors, I would like you to meet my wife, Malon."

Goddesses...even their names were similar.

"It's a pleasure to meet all of you," Malon greeted, her smile bright and welcoming.

Legend felt something inside him snap. He had buried the memories of that island deep within him, but now that he was standing in front of Malon (not Marin), all of the emotions he fought so hard to hide came rushing to the surface.

"I need to get some air," he said hastily as he turned and quickly began to walk away.

Hyrule reached out to grab his wrist, but Legend shook him off instantly and continued walking.

An uncomfortable silence blanketed the group. Hyrule glanced up at Time, who looked just as surprised as he was.

Malon was the first to break the silence. "Come on boys, let's get you all settled in."

That was four days ago. Usually, the group would have switched by now, but Legend was convinced Hylia kept them there longer to torture him.

The others were loving their little break. Malon had quickly won all of them over, and they were eager to help out around the ranch.

Legend knew it was because it gave them all a sense of normalcy in their otherwise fucked up lives. It was during this time that their true personalities began to shine.

Legend could very much see the rancher in Twilight as he helped take care of the cows and horses.

***Sky had been the only one stupid brave enough to volunteer to take care of the cuccos.

Four and Warriors helped Time with various repairs around the ranch, while Hyrule and Wind went out exploring to gather firewood and forage for some extra ingredients.

Malon was relieved when she learned Wild could cook. The two often hung out in the kitchen, trading recipes and preparing meals.

Legend did everything in his power to stay away from the others. His mood only got worse as the days dragged on.

It didn't help that he hadn't slept properly since arriving. The first night he dreamt of being caught in a violent storm. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He could hear her voice, but he couldn't find her. He strained to see through the curtains of rain, only to spot her on top of Mount. Tamaranch.

Above her hovered the Wind Fish, its voice booming through his head.

"Come Link, let us awaken...together!!"

Before Legend could react, a lightning bolt, bright and deadly, struck the top of the mountain, and he heard her scream. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Legend awoke with a start. His hands shakenly clung to his chest as he struggled to steady his breathing.

He didn't dare sleep after that.

On the fourth day, Legend had been roped into foraging with Hyrule and Wind. He didn't complain; it gave him a reason to get away from the ranch.

Of course, it didn't help that he was struggling to concentrate.

He found a cluster of mushrooms, but he couldn't recall if they were poisonous or not.

He didn't realize how long he was staring at the mushrooms until Wind interrupted.

"Hey! Anyone home?" Wind teased as he waved his hand in front of Legend's face.

Legend blinked in surprise before he felt a flush of embarrassment.

"What the hell do you want?" he snapped.

"First off, chill the fuck out," Wind snapped back. "Second, what the hell has gotten into you? You've been behaving like a dick since we got here."

"Maybe I don't like it when some kid waves his damn hand in my face," Legend retorted.

Wind's eyes went wide for a second before he narrowed them angrily.

"Do you enjoy being a miserable prick?" Wind seethed. "It's like you're purposely going out of your way to be an asshole."

"Just leave me the fuck alone," Legend threatened as he stormed away.

Wind went to chase after him, but Hyrule grabbed him by the arm.

"Go back to the house," Hyrule said sternly.

"You can't possibly be siding with him," Wind scowled.

"No," Hyrule affirmed, "but no good is going to come of you chasing after him. You both need to calm down."

"He went off on me for no damn reason," Wind argued.

"I know," Hyrule agreed. "He was out of line, but right now, you both need to stay away from each other. You go back to the house. I will try to talk to him."

Wind huffed in frustration before turning back towards the ranch.

Hyrule didn't have to walk far to find Legend. The vet was leaning up against a tree, staring off into the distance.

"What the hell was that about?" Hyrule chastised, causing Legend to bristle.

"Don't you fucking start," Legend scoffed.

"You might fool the others with this attitude," Hyrule scolded, "but you don't fool me. What the hell is going on with you?"

"Nothing," Legend said flatly.

"Bullshit," shot Hyrule, surprising the vet. "You've been acting strange since the moment we got here. Either tell me what's wrong or get over yourself."

Legend shot up and spun on Hyrule but stumbled when his vision tilted.

Hyrule's arms shot out and caught the vet before he fell.

"I knew it; there is something wrong with you," Hyrule guessed.

"I'm fine," Legend grumbled, trying desperately to blink away the dizziness.

"Are you sick?" Hyrule asked as he placed his hand against Legend's forehead.

"No!" Legend insisted as he jerked his head out of the way, but that only made his dizziness worse.

Hyrule grabbed Legend by the shoulders and studied him. He could see the dark circles under his eyes and the slight paleness of his skin.

Hyrule narrowed his eyes, "When was the last time you got any sleep?"

Legend jerked himself free of his successor. "Please, just leave me alone,"

Hyrule furrowed his brow. "Not until you tell me what's wrong."

Legend wanted to protest, but a sudden, distressing shout followed by metal clanging against each other drew his attention.

"That's Wind," fretted Hyrule.

The two of them sprinted as fast as they could through the trees until they found Wind surrounded by four lizalfos.

Wind managed to perry two of the monster's blows, but one of them managed to whip its tail, crashing into the sailor's chest. The impact sent him flying into a nearby tree, knocking him out as he crumpled to the ground.

Legend saw red. He unsheathed his sword and charged straight for the bastard who knocked Wind out.

All four lizalfos turned from the unconscious Wind, their attention fully on the two newcomers.

One of the creatures growled before leaping into the air, its sword arching down towards Legend, but the vet slid under it at the last second, causing the blade to bury itself into the ground.

Legend hopped up and stuck his sword into the monster's exposed back. He gave the blade a good twist before pulling it out, cementing the creature's fate.

Off to his side, he saw Hyrule frantically trying to fight off two of the approaching lizalfos, who had set their sights back on their fallen comrade.

Legend frantically started searching his pack.

"Get down!" he yelled as his hands wrapped around his fire wand.

Hyrule dove over the top of Wind just as both lizalfos erupted in flames.

One jumped away, flailing as it attempted to put itself out. The other stumbled in front of the two heroes, and Hyrule didn't miss the opportunity to thrust his sword through the creature's neck.

Legend spun around, looking for the last lizalfo, but his adrenaline was starting to fade, and he had to shake his head to get his eyes to focus.

Suddenly, the creature was on top of the vet. Legend barely had time to bring his fire rod up to block the monster's blade.

He could barely make out Hyrule's cries from behind him.

Legend turned, fearing that one of the creatures had attacked them, but as he turned, he felt something slam just below his shoulder, causing him to drop his fire rod.

Suddenly he felt an intense tingling sensation radiate from where he was hit.

Legend looked up and saw the lizalfo he had lit on fire minutes before standing before him; its sword buried just below his shoulder.

Legend gasped as the creature pulled out the blade. He grasped at the wound as the sudden, intense burning overtook his senses.

Everything felt like it was going in slow motion. He felt himself drop to his knees. He tried to reach for his fire rod, but the lizalfo kicked it away.

Legend sluggishly tried to think of a way to get out of the situation alive, but he couldn't think straight.

Just as he surrendered to his fate, the creature let out a piercing howl.

As it turned, Legend caught sight of Hyrule, his sword consumed in magical flame. The weakened creature didn't stand a chance.

Just as the lizalfo dropped to the ground, Legend saw Hyrule throw out his other arm, the fire rod gripped tightly in his hand, and fire somewhere behind the vet.

Legend assumed it was the last lizalfo. Judging by the screeches, Hyrule didn't miss.

Legend felt his grip on consciousness starting to slip. The lack of sleep, sudden adrenaline spike, and pain proved to be too much for him to fight through, and he suddenly found himself pitching to the side.

Thankfully, Hyrule was able to catch Legend before he slammed into the dirt.

He felt Hyrule slowly lower him to the ground. He could see Hyrule's mouth moving, but he couldn't make out what he was saying.

Legend felt his eyes slip closed. He could already feel the warm, comforting sensation of Hyrule's healing magic flowing into him.

Suddenly, sleep didn't sound like such a bad idea, and everything went dark. ------------------------------------ Legend was sitting on a cliff overlooking the ocean.

"You remembered our secret place."

He turned and saw her, sitting next to him, her red hair flowing like ocean waves.

"Marin!" he gasped. She turned to him and smiled, taking his hand in hers.

She turned back towards the ocean and watched as a seagull soared overhead.

"If I were a seagull, I would fly as far as I could! I would fly to faraway places and sing for so many people! If I wish to the Wind Fish, I wonder if my dream will come true..."

Legend felt his heart sink. "Stay. Please. Stay with me on this island. We don't ever have to leave. We will have each other. We can be happy..."

She looked back to Legend, her smile unable to hide her sadness.

"Link, someday you will leave this island...I just know it in my heart..."

"No!" Legend pleaded. "Please...I don't want to leave. I want to stay here with you."

Marin brought Legend's hand up and kissed it gently.

"You know you can't," she lamented. "You need to wake up."

Legend choked back a sob. "I don't want to. I want to stay with you."

She gently squeezed his hand, and Legend began to feel the familiar tug of being pulled away from his dream.

"Don't ever forget me...if you do, I'll never forgive you."

She gave him a mischievous smirk before everything started to fade away.

Legend tried to yell for her, tried to fight to stay, but found he couldn't. As his consciousness slowly began to creep back, he heard her sing.

Suddenly, Legend wasn't on the beach. He was lying in a bed. He could still hear Marin singing.

He pried his eyes open. He could barely make out someone sitting next to him, someone humming a calming tune, someone with red hair.

"...Marin..." he gasped.

The girl stopped humming and leaned in closer.

"It's Malon. How are you feeling?"

Legend opened his eyes a little wider. Sure enough, the woman in front of him wasn't Marin. He was in Time's house. She was Time's wife.

Marin was gone.

Legend suddenly felt a mixture of guilt and despair. He turned away, afraid that he would not be able to hide his emotions if she continued to look at him.

Malon sat back, fully aware that her presence was making him upset.

"I'm sorry sweety, let me go get Link..."

As she went to stand, Legend felt an overwhelming amount of shame.

"Wait," he gasped, causing Malon to freeze in place.

Legend turned his head and finally looked at her.

"I'm sorry..."

Malon tilted her head curiously. "You have nothing to apologize for."

Legend shook his head, ignoring the way it made him light-headed.

"I've been nothing but rude to you this whole time. You have been nothing but kind to me. There is no excuse for my behavior. I'm sorry."

Malon gave him a sad smile (her smile).

"I've known Link for a long time, long enough to know when someone's behavior is due to trauma."

Legend swallowed thickly, afraid of what she was going to say next.

"You have nothing to apologize for," she repeated. "I don't need to know what's troubling you; I only pray that, in time, our home will become a place where you can feel safe."

She went to brush the bangs away from Legend's face but stopped herself.

"You remind me so much of Link when he was your age," she sighed. "He had to endure so much at such a young age; it breaks my heart to think that you boys had to go through something similar."

With that, Malon got up and carefully made her way to the door.

Once she was gone, Legend slowly propped himself up. It was then that he noticed Hyrule curled up next to him.

He also saw Sky and Warriors propped up against the bed, sleeping, with Wind sandwiched between them, a bandage wrapped around his head.

Legend felt a pang of guilt when he saw Wind. He wasn't sure how he would be able to apologize for how he treated him that day.

Across the room, he spotted Four, Twilight, and Wild, all leaning up against each other as they slept.

"They were worried about you,"

Legend jumped despite himself.

Time carefully made his way across the room to the chair that Malon had been sitting.

"How are you feeling?"

It was then that Legend realized the extent of what happened that day.

He looked down and saw his tunic and undershirt had been removed, and heavy bandages were wrapped across his shoulder.

Time could see the confusion in Legend's eyes.

"Do you remember what happened?"

"I was stabbed..." Legend recalled.

Time nodded.

Legend looked back at Hyrule and Wind.

"They're fine," Time reassured.

"How did we get out of there?" Legend asked.

"Twilight heard Hyrule yelling for help."

Legend sat back in the bed, wincing as he shifted his arm.

Time sighed. "Look, I'm not going to force you to tell me what's been bothering you, but I need you to tell me what I can do to help you."

Legend's gaze dropped to the bedsheet. "Look...I'm sorr..."

"Stop," Time interrupted. "You don't need to apologize,"

"Yes, I do!" Legend argued, trying to keep his voice low. "All you did was open your home to me, and I acted like a jerk ."

Time sighed again. "When I came back from my second journey, I had nowhere to go. I couldn't return to my home."

Legend sat, unmoving as Time spoke. The old man never talked about his past.

"Malon was the only one who took pity on me. She convinced her father to open up their home to me."

Time scoffed. "I was a real pain in the ass back then. Every time I felt vulnerable, I lashed out. Honestly, I don't know how Malon tolerated me."

Time ran his hand through his hair slowly. "She stuck by me, though. Through all the outbursts, the nightmares, the flashbacks, she never once gave up on me."

He dropped his hand back in his lap before he continued.

"We all have our issues, Legend. Every single one of us. We all deal with those issues in our own unique way. We might not always deal with our problems in a healthy way, but who can blame us? It's not like we had normal lives."

Legend chuckled humorlessly.

"You don't have to apologize to us because we know, deep down, you were hurting, and you didn't know how to show it."

Legend felt his cheeks flush.

"If you want to apologize to Wind for the argument you had, so be it, but just know that he might beat you to it."

Legend eyebrows raised. "Beat me to what?"

Time smirked. "If you think you're the only one who feels guilty about that argument, you're wrong."

"Why on earth would Wind feel guilty? I was the one who snapped at him."

Time shrugged. "He feels like he instigated it. That he knew you were going through some 'shit', but he ran his mouth anyway."

Legend shook his head. "That's stupid,"

"I agree, but it's just as stupid for you to apologize for things outside your control."

"How did you do it?" Legend finally asked. "How were you able to get past all of it?"

Time chuckled softly. "I got older. It took time for me to learn how to handle my demons. You're still young; it's going to take time for you to come to terms with everything you have experienced."

Legend let his head drop back into his pillow, not completely satisfied with the answer.

"But, since you asked, I would suggest opening up to some of the guys. I think you would be surprised to learn that you might not be the only one dealing with heartache."

Legend's eyes went wide. Did he know? Did Legend say something while he was unconscious?

"Oh, and don't think you get away without sleeping for days at a time anymore. I'm pretty sure Hyrule is going to start spiking your drinks to make sure you fall asleep."

Legend chuckled. He was thoroughly prepared for Hyrule to chew him out come morning.

Legend felt his eyes get heavy.

"Get some sleep. We can talk more tomorrow."

"Time?" Legend mumbled.

"Yeah?"

"...I miss her..."

Time sighed and rested his hand on Legend's head. "I know kid...I know"

#febuwhump #febuwhump 2021 #febuwhumpday6 #linked universe #linked universe wild #linked universe twilight #linked universe time #linked universe legend #linked universe hyrule #linked universe sky #linked universe four #hyrule warriors #linked universe wind #angst #swearing #typical canon violence #ao3fic

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rexcoatlarchive · 3 years

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Mictlan

An angsty story, with a happy ending

It wasn't supposed to happen, it should've never happened. But it did, during a fight in a lostbelt, Rex had died.

Everyone mourned the loss, many cried or were silent. They still had 2 other masters, so proper human history could still be saved. But someone wasn't going to take this lying down. Quetzalcoatl was livid, she refused to accept it, she couldn't accept it. Something had to be done

*in Rex and Quetz's room*

Jaguar warrior: *walks in to see how Quetz was doing* hey Kuku, everything alright?

Quetz: OF COURSE IT'S NOT ALRIGHT YOU FLEABAG!!! He's gone! He can't be gone! I refuse to accept it!

Jaguar warrior: but you have to, he died. There's nothing we can do

Quetz: there has to be something! Anything! I'd do anything to be together again!

Jaguar warrior: but there's nothing you can do!

Quetz: SHUT UP!!! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!!

Jaguar warrior: fine, but you need to accept the truth *she leaves the room*

Quetz: I can't, I can't. I need him

*after some time passes*

Ereshkigal: *decides to visit her fellow goddess alliance friend* hey there Quetz, just checking up on you.

Quetz: Ereshkigal! Just the goddess I wanted to see, I need you to take me to Kur

Eresh: I'm sorry what?!

Quetz: so we can get Rex back, he died so he probably went down to Kur.

Eresh: Quetzalcoatl I can't just take you down there and bring him back up. That violates the laws of nature!

Quetz: nature be damned! I just want him back! Please, you're my only hope!

Eresh: are you serious about this?

Quetz: YES! more then I've ever been

Eresh also missed Rex, whose been a good friend to her ever since she was summoned

Eresh: fine, I guess we can go look

Quetz: gracias my friend! You don't know how much this means to me!

Eresh: well let's get going, before anyone else sees

*later on, they're going down into Kur*

Eresh: even if we can get his soul, do you have a plan to bring him back to life properly?

Quetz: I can use my blood!

Eresh: eh?

Quetz: I've done it before, when the world was destroyed the 4th I went down to Mictlan took some human bones then dipped them in my blood and bam! Live humans again!

Eresh: alright, hope that turns out well

*they keep looking and looking, but they do not find his soul among the cages*

Quetz: I do not understand, why isn't he here?! Does that mean he's not dead?

Eresh: I know he was dead, I've known death for an eternity. It's unmistakable.

Quetz: then where could he be?

Eresh: this is a long shot, but maybe we need to look in a different underworld?

Quetz: you think he could end up in a different one?

Eresh: it's possible, he was closely associated with heroes and gods from all over. So maybe he was destined for another afterlife, but if so then which one

Quetz: there are countless afterlives out there! Hades, Valhalla, Heaven, where do we even begin?

Eresh: I don't know, but either way we need to go and maybe we can think of something back above

*once they leave Kur, Quetz sees an odd animal a nearby body of water*

Quetz: hello there! What are you doing here?

Eresh: hmm? What is it?

Quetz: an axolotl

Eresh: eh? All the way in Mesopotamia? Aren't they endemic to Mexico?

Quetz: si! So that must mean

Axolotl: *speaks in what can only be assumed to be a lost language*

Eresh: is it... talking?

Quetz: shhh, I need to hear this

Axolotl: *continues the message*

Quetz: *gasp*

Eresh: what is it?

Quetz: he's in Mictlan!

Eresh: wait what?! How'd you find out from that lil guy?

Quetz: the axolotl is an animal closely associated with my twin Xolotl, this is a message from them directly!

Eresh: that's amazing! So we can go down there and hopefully find him!

Quetz: si, but we'll have to deal with Mictlantecuhtli, and he won't be easy to deal with

Eresh: then this won't be easy

Quetz: but there is some solace, when I enter the heavenly and earthly realms of my domain, I can achieve my full divine power. If need be, I'll destroy the underworld to get him back!

*they eventually enter Mictlan, and meet with Mictlantecuhtli*

*Quetzalcoatl in her true divine form, appears very much like most depictions of her in aztec temples, a much more elaborate headdress adorns her, a beaked mask on her and more serpentine features are seen aswell, with feathered and clawed limbs, huge wings, and a mighty tail*

*the underworld king appears like a corpse himself, a skeletal figure with blood red flesh, many arms, and a large headdress*

Mictlantecuhtli: greetings Quetzalcoatl! It's been far too long!

Quetz: we saw you at the wedding, which was like 3 months ago

Mictlantecuhtli: details details. What brings you down to my realm?

Quetz: you know damn well why I'm here! Give me back my husband!

Mictlantecuhtli: oh that? Well of course! *picks up some bones* here you are

Eresh: no, those aren't his!

Mictlantecuhtli: *now annoyed* and how, pray tell, would you know?

Eresh: I too am and underworld God. I know his soul, and those bones do not contain it!

Mictlantecuhtli: *looks back towards Quetz* you've done well to bring another underworld god here. Since there is no point in trying to trick you again *picks up another set of bones* here they are

Quetz: hand them over!

Mictlantecuhtli: now now, no need to be hasty. It seems you would do anything to get these back? How far would you go?

Quetz: I'd destroy this entire realm to get him back!

Mictlantecuhtli: now no need to go that far! I have a better idea! A trade!

Eresh: a trade? What, a soul for a soul?

Mictlantecuhtli: exactly! But not just any soul! This soul is worth a lot more then most! A mere human who managed to befriend countless heroes and villains from throughout human history! He's helped saved the world and was working on doing it again before he perished! Quite impressive. And the metaphorical cherry on the cake: he managed to marry the goddess Quetzalcoatl! A goddess who never had any other lovers, was found to be smitten by this simple human. So much so she would go to such extremes to get him back!

Quetz: wth kind of soul do you want bastard?!

Mictlantecuhtli: obviously someone of comparable value! I contemplated asking for your very own soul Quetzalcoatl, but I knew you'd never agree

Quetz: of course not! Bring him back only to make is suffer is the last thing I want to do

Mictlantecuhtli: yes, but it would seem you have someone who can give me someone comparable!

Eresh: *knows he means she can give him a good soul* I assume you mean me, who would you want in exchange for his soul,

Mictlantecuhtli: why I thought it'd he obvious

Eresh: humor me

Mictlantecuhtli: why the king of heroes himself: Gilgamesh!

Eresh: you're asking for a lot

Mictlantecuhtli: so are you two

Quetz: it's up to you Eresh, if you decide not to I'm more then willing to destroy this realm

Eresh: it doesn't need to come to that *she pulls out a golden soul cage, and starts to speak to it*

Mictlantecuhtli: he even has a golden cage! How nice

Eresh: he's agreed, it matters not to him what realm of death he resides in. He's willing to go to another one to bring the master back

Mictlantecuhtli: excellent! *takes the cage and gives the bones* great doing business with you two. And do not worry Ereshkigal, the king of heroes will be treated well in my realm

Eresh: that's all I ask of you

*the two goddesses finally leave and end up at Quetz's temple of worship, what's left of it*

Quetz: *holding the bones* time to bring him back *lays them down*

Eresh: so you're going to bleed all over them?

Quetz: si! My divine blood can bring him back

*Quetz takes her Macuahuitl and uses to cut her palm, and allows the blood to fall on the skeleton*

*the blood poors all over the bones and it's seen forming flesh back onto them*

*before the process completes, Quetz returns to her normal sized servant form*

Rex: *now fully resurrected* *gasp!* where am I!? Why is it so cold? *notices the lack of clothes* why am I naked!?

Quetz: DARLING! * she hugs Rex* it's so good to see you again *starts crying tears of joy*

Rex: it's good to see you again too dear, but why am I naked

Eresh: *embarrassed and looking away* I would also like to know that!

Quetz: sorry, my divine blood brings back the flesh but not clothing. It's ok tho, nothing I haven't already seen!

Rex: but we're outdoors! And Eresh is here!

Eresh: yeah! And I feel very uncomfortable right now!

Quetz: ehehehe, sorry! *uses her cape to cover Rex's body* now let's get back home!

*on the way back home*

Rex: you two went to the underworld ti save me?

Quetz: of course! I'd do anytime for you darling!

Rex: *blushing* thanks, it's amazing knowing I have such an amazing wife!

Quetz: hahaha, dear you're making me blush!

Eresh: hey I helped too! If it wasn't for me, she would've destroyed that realm!

Rex: damn!

Quetz: I did say I'd do anything!

Eresh: upsetting the natural balance that much is too far tho!

Quetz: it's ok tho, since it didn't come to that

*at home, in Rex and Quetz's room*

Quetz: it's so great to be back with you darling! The past few days were too painful

Rex: I'm happy to back with you too Quetz!

Quetz: *thinking* I need to make sure this never happens again, maybe I can use a grail to do something?

Rex: hmm? Is something on your mind Quetz?

Quetz: hmm? Oh nada! Let's go to bed honey!

Rex: alright!

And there's the story, probably the most angsty I've gotten. Might follow it up later on

@panyum look at this angst

#fate grand order #quetzalcoatl #mastersona #rex #rexcoatl #ereshkigal #mictlantecuhtli

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rae-arts777 · 3 years

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Who are you?

Summary: welcome, meet ultimate despair Dorothy and Makoto

Notes: what’s this? Rae wrote her Danganronpa X GrePre crossover that’s not as dark as the last one that will never see the light of day? :000

TW: death/blood/world destruction

Again it’s Danganronpa inspire.

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Makoto stop mid monologue about how TC were hypocrites. His expression went from a face full of anger, to boredom.

Lowering the sword he yawned and looked up at the ceiling, “Jesus Christ I told you this be boring. Let’s just get on with it already. Their expressions are so plain.”

Everyone in the room looked confused. Akemi looked at Laurent thinking this was part of TC’s plan, Laurent looking at the director thinking it was some act she made Makoto do.

“Hey, bitch I know you can hear me” Makoto continued “Get on with it, or I might just throw myself out the window from boredom”

Familiar laugh to half of TC echo through the room. Laurent’s eye widen, scanning the area fractionally looking. It wasn’t in his head, everyone heard it, even Oz was looking.

The doors swung open and out she step. Flipping her white hair over her shoulders. Her blue eyes sparkling, her iconic pink lip stick vibrante as ever. But something was off. The way she smiled didnt set off any brightness or joy, it sent a chilling feeling down everyone’s spine.

“Gheez Makoto! Did you have to stop half way? I was actually enjoying your performance!!” Dorothy walked to him and threw her arms around the Japanese man smiling “ah! I could just tell every word you spoke plunge even more despair into all their hearts!! You’re such a good actor! Oh you’ve come such a long way from that kid I found on the streets!” She pulled at his cheeks cooing him.

Annoyed, Makoto pushed her off “It was boring. Their reactions were so predictable.”

Everyone stared in confusion. No one knew what was going on, how did they know each other? Dorothy was alive?

Laurent took a step towards her “Dorothy.? Is it really you?”

“Yup! In the flesh Laurie!” She smiled and grabbed Makoto’s shoulder “and you’ve all meet my little successor Makoto Edamura. Such a talented young man, is he not?”

Oz looked at his son “so this whole time...you-“

“Yes I knew.” Makoto cut him off “I’ve worked under her since you left”

“That long?!” Oz spoke in shock

“Better to teach them when they’re young right?” Dorothy laughed “again, such a talented young man. You have to admit, his performance was phenomenal!!”

Akemi spoke up “I do not understand. Who are you? What is going on?”

The one thing Laurent could agree on with this woman “what is going on.? How do you two know each other.?”

“Right I should probably reintroduce myself” Dorothy pulled out little hair pin, it was the head of a cartoon bear, the left white and the right black. She pinned it in her hair and took a bow

“Dorothy, I’m the ultimate despair. And this!” She gestured to Makoto “it’s Makoto Edmaura, my partner, and the second ultimate despair.” She patted his cheek smiling proudly.

Makoto’s expression remain blank. Everyone looking at the two like they’ve lost their minds.

Abby growled “ok virgin, enough with the games. Did you hit your head or something? Stop this.”

“You’re annoying.” Makoto snapped at her “when you were a suicidal manic you didn’t fear death. So boring. You couldn’t even appreciate the despair that came with death. People like you annoy me”

“I’m going to knock the sense into you!” Abby tried to get up was was still restrain.

However someone did take action.

“ENOUGH OF THIS.” Yao grabbed Makoto by the collar raising his fist “I don’t know what game you’re playing but I have enough.”

Makoto remained unpashed, sighing “shame, you would have been a good blacken for the game”

Dorothy nodded in agreement “well, looks like nothing can be done now.” She pulled out a remote and pressed a button.

A loud buzz was heard through the room. Before anyone knew it, spears came flying, shooting into Yao. He let go of Makoto who step back, a slight smile dancing upon his face.

Everyone looked in horror, as blood ran down the spears, Yao’s body twitching.

“T-the hell...?” He muttered “I don’t....how did you even....? You....damn....bastards...” The spears retracted, and Yao fell to the floor dead.

Ishigami let out of blood curling scream and threw an arm up to shield Akemi, who had her mouth covered in horror.

Laurent knelt down and checked for a pulse, praying this was some elaborate con Makoto set up to get even. There was no pulse. Yao was dead.

Laurent looked up at Dorothy with a pain expression “but...we don’t-“

“We don’t kill people? Old news. Old life. I can’t believe I stuck to those morals, how boring, death is so wonderful” an insane smile danced upon her lips “did you see it Laurie? That expression before he died? Such despair...ahhh!” She hugged herself laughing “such a wonderful feeling! I remember how amazing it felt when I thought I was going to die! The thrill! The excitement! Despair is truly such a wonderful thing!”

Liu step forward, his face stonecold “tell me what is your motivate here? What do you two so call ultimate despairs want?”

“It’s simple really” Makoto explained “as we speak right now, the whole world is falling apart.” He took the remote Dorothy had, making a TV appear. Switching on the channel, everyone’s face snuck into deeper despair.

The world was literally burning. People were rioting, there was death on every corner.

“No that’s not real...” Cythina spoke “there’s no way that’s real.”

“But it is.” Makoto said. “Of course we didn’t do it alone. We had some help.” He switch the board cast again.

Salazar walked away from Casano’s burning mansion, the sounds of gunfire behind him, people of LA rushing to kill each other for the name of despair.

Clark stood in front of his people giving a speech. The crowd erupted of cheers, as everyone took to the city. Fire roar, soaring as high as the planes that flew overhead dropping bombs. Clark watched with a smile as his kingdom fell into despair.

Thomas walked through an art gallery, covered in blood. He walked over to a painting, and smeared the blood on him onto the painting. He smiled recreating the painting in his image. Smiling at his proud work, he took the painting down, and walked out of the gallery. He sat on the bench waiting, and watch as the gallery exploded. People on fire running screaming. He pulled out his paintbrush and started to paint the beautiful despair that London had caught.

Cythina cried and shook her head “no! That can’t be real! Thomas would never do that! Never!”

“But Cythina” Dorothy grabbed her chin smiling “he did. Everything you see is live.”

“We almost forgot” makoto switched the channel “are special little warriors of hope”

Cohen along with the others who were sold the trading company, sat on top of piled of rumble, smiling and watching the adults demise. From their safe haven, they threw water balloons full of gasoline to spread fire below.

“If it was true why hasn’t someone come up to warn us?” Akemi said “I think we hear everything going on, and-“

“That’s cause you’re on an island.” Makoto pulled back the shades to reveal the ocean “that’s a whole other thing but it’s too boring to explain”

Akemi’s face dropped again. She covered her mouth thinking of her son back in Japan. Was he alive?

Oz growled, snatching the sword from Makoto; and pointed it to Dorothy.

“Enough! I don’t know what you’re playing but this is enough!”

“Careful Ozzy” Dorothy’s voice dropped “you don’t want to end up like Yao do you?” She gestured to his dead body.

Oz shook at the venom that dropped from her lips. Slowly lowering the sword he tried to keep a stonecold face.

“Please this isn’t real..” Laurent said stepping towards Makoto “edamame please. You got me ok? We’re even. You can drop the act.”

“If only it was an act” Makoto said “I assure you, this is all true, Laurie.” Makoto pulled out a picture and showed Laurent.

Dorothy with one hand upon a teen Makoto shoulder, and another on Miki Edmaura’s back, they were in the hospital. All of them smiling. There was a get well soon ballon along with flowers by Miki’s bedside.

Laurent wanted to believe it was photoshopped, but, something told him it was very much real.

“She was so nice” Makoto said “the one person I really cared for. But I knew in order for thing to move along, she had to go”

Everyone felt another harsh chill run through their bodies.

“Makoto....” Oz spoke “did you.....kill your mother...?”

“In a way I guess I did. The despair finished the job really. When you’re only child gets taken away to prison while you’re bedridden, it must leave a big empty hole in your heart. I think the despair killed her, not the sickness”

Abby felt herself shaking, in fear, this was not their Makoto.

“Who are you?!” Abby yelled “who the hell are you?!”

Makoto looked at her “My name is Makoto Edmaura, ultimate despair, successor of ultimate despair Dorothy.” A big smile spread across his face.

The first time they seen a smile on this despair Makoto. Makoto’s smile use to bring such brightness, and now...such darkness.

“Welcome contests!!!!” Dorothy spread out her arms smiling “to the very first killing game!!!! Broadcast live across the world!!”

Makoto laughed smiling “will you find that shining hope you think still exist? Or shall you plunge into the claws of despair?”

Anguished filled the room. Everyone stared hopelessly, their lives at the mercy of the ultimate despairs.

#great pretender #the great pretender #grepre #makoto edamura #edamura makoto #great pretender anime #dorothy great pretender #great pretender fanfic #great pretender au

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much-obliged-timothy · 3 years

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Whumptober #31

Borderlands - #31 - Left for Dead

I decided to end Whumptober by posting two prompts for the last day. This one is dedicated to the Borderlands discord (which you can join here!). Thanks for supporting my torture of our favorites!

Timothy and Athena stared in horror as Jack took in the information of the artifact.

He was laughing, a cold sound that seemed to echo around the ominous space. Athena took a step forward, and Timothy grabbed her wrist, giving a small shake of his head.

“It could happen to you too,” he said, voice hoarse.

“We have to stop this,” Athena said, but didn’t pull away from Tim. The truth was, she didn’t want to get any closer to Jack, as badly as she wanted to stop whatever the hell was happening.

She looked at the others. Nisha, Wilhelm, and Aurelia all looked more curious than alarmed. Claptrap had backed away in fear.

“What’s happening?” Tim asked, tightening his hold on her wrist.

“I don’t know,” she said. “Nothing good.”

She’d thought it was over when they defeated that creature inside the vault. She’d foolishly thought they could leave, tend to their wounds, get their pay, and go on their way.

She had never imagined this horror.

“Athena,” Tim whispered, eyes fixed on something behind her.

She turned just in time to see Lilith approaching Jack. Athena pulled her wrist free of Tim’s grasp and put her hand to his chest, pushing him back and following him, keeping herself between him and Lilith.

Lilith’s attention was focused on Jack as she moved forward, though. Athena had an idea of what she planned to do.

“Heya, handsome,” Lilith said, and then sprang into action.

Tim grabbed Athena as Lilith punched the artifact, the impact sending it into Jack’s face. His scream rang louder than his laugh, but none of the vault hunters moved to help him.

He rolled onto the ground, writhing in agony as he pressed his hands to his face. Athena pushed Tim back farther as Lilith approached them next, ready to fight if she had to.

But Lilith paid them no mind, and exited the vault as if nothing had happened.

“Son of a…” Jack cried, slamming a fist against the ground.

“Athena,” Tim said, voice small and scared.

“Shhh,” she warned, not wanting him to bring Jack’s attention to himself.

He had Jack’s face, after all. And if the artifact had deformed Jack…

“I’m gonna KILL her! I’m gonna kill them ALL!” Jack snarled as he started to rise.

“Oh, god, I regret this stupid job so much right now,” Tim said in horror.

Athena elbowed him in the stomach, careful of the wound she knew he’d received during their battle. She knew he was just talking because he was anxious and scared, but she didn’t want Jack’s attention on him right now. The others were staying wisely silent, even Claptrap.

“Oh, god,” Tim choked out as Jack lifted his head. “Shit. Fuck.”

Jack’s face burned from where he’d been branded by the artifact, his left eye burned away. His blue one was bright in the light from the vault, as crazed as his voice. He was grinning, a menacing amusement at the thought of slaughter.

Athena crossed her arms as she watched him, stepping further in front of Timothy. She knew without hearing any more that this had gone too far. Whatever precarious mental sanity Jack had held before, it was gone now, burned away like his flesh.

“First, you’re gonna find me a doctor,” Jack ordered, trying to pull himself upright. “Then, we’re gonna wipe those bandit bastards off the face of Pandora. And then...Then we’re gonna wake The Warrior.”

His words sent a chill through her, but she refused to let her sudden fear show.

“The what?” she said.

“It’s gonna be so good. We’re gonna scorch the freakin’ planet in fire,” Jack said, sitting now. “There’s gonna be screaming...bandits are gonna die left and right...I can’t wait!” He was giddy with the thought of violence, the laugh that left him horrifying Athena.

Just what had this man become?

Nisha, Wilhelm, and Aurelia watched him with cruel interest. Nisha and Wilhelm would stay with Jack, Athena knew that.

And Timothy had no choice. Jack would kill him if he tried to leave. But if he stayed...his face...the brand…

Tim let out a soft noise of distress. He’d come to the same conclusion, lifting his hand to his face.

Athena wanted to leave. She wanted to get the hell away from Jack, and drink until she forgot the sound of his vicious laughter.

But if she left now, he’d slaughter the people of Pandora.

“Athena, we can’t...he’s going to…” Tim clenched his fists, trembling. “He’s a murderer. We didn’t know before, but we know now. We know.”

If they walked away now, what happened next was on them.

“Let me,” she said, because the kid wasn’t a killer, not really, and she’d do what she could to keep it that way.

She slipped her gun into her hand. Tim let his fingers hover over his watch in case anyone noticed and tried to stop her.

But she didn’t give them time to notice. Instead, she raised her gun and fired without hesitation.

Jack cried out in pain, dropping from his seat. Nisha and Wilhelm both raised their guns on Athena, though Aurelia just crossed her arms and watched.

Tim stepped up beside Athena, his gun raised and his digi-Jacks at his back. He was still trembling, but his face was set with determination, and she felt a small spark of gratefulness to him.

“Athena,” Jack growled, and coughed up blood onto the ground. “No, no!” He pressed his hands to the wound in his gut, the blood coming too fast. “This isn’t how it’s...no! Goddammit! No!”

“You’ll still get your money,” Athena said, eyes shooting to Wilhelm. At least she could talk him down. “Timothy can pose as Jack. No one ever needs to know he died here. Timothy can access all Jack’s accounts and pay you.”

Wilhelm considered, then lowered his gun. “If I don’t get paid by the end of the week, I’ll make sure the kid’s face matches.”

“This job keeps getting worse,” Tim said miserably.

“We leave him here to die, and no one ever needs to know,” Athena said.

It was for the best. Timothy’s death had already been faked and his appearance permanently altered; he couldn’t go back to his old life. But as Jack? He could play the part he needed to. He’d have a job, and he could gradually leave Hyperion and go on to do whatever he pleased, with no one but the people here any wiser to the truth.

And as far as they knew, Jack had no family or friends who would question it. No one would ever realize the real Jack had died.

“Nisha!” Jack said, trying to drag himself towards her. “K-Kill...them.” He coughed up more blood.

Athena holstered her gun. She knew how this would end. They’d already used up all their health kits during the battle earlier. There was no saving Jack. They’d never get him medical attention in time.

“A shame. You were cute,” Nisha said, and lowered her gun.

“I tire of this,” Aurelia said, heading for the exit.

“Better get me paid, kid,” Wilhelm said, slapping Tim on the shoulder as he passed.

“I can get you into Jack’s accounts,” Athena assured Tim. “You just need to stay at Hyperion long enough to alleviate suspicion. Then I’ll help you get wherever you want, if you choose to leave.”

“No!” Jack said, and there was a mix of fury and panic in his voice. “No, you little shit! You can’t!” He tried to get up, but cried out in pain and fell back down, slipping in his own blood. It was pooling around him alarmingly. “No, no. Angel. She needs me. You can’t...I’ll kill all of you! I swear it!”

“Let’s go, Timothy,” Athena said, putting her hand on his arm and gently pushing his gun down. “It’s over.”

“It’s over,” he echoed, staring at Jack. “Yea, it’s over. Oh, hell. It won’t be okay, will it?”

“I don’t know,” Athena said. “But there’s nothing left for us here. Let’s go. He brought this on himself.”

“You can’t leave me here!” Jack yelled angrily, trying to drag himself after them.

Athena pulled Timothy away, heading for the exit. The others were already up ahead of them, leaving Jack behind.

“It’s for the best,” Tim said, gripping his gun tightly. “He would’ve kept killing people. Like Gladstone.”

“H-Hey!” Jack cried as they approached the exit, too far ahead for him to catch up to.

No, no. He’d seen it. He’d seen the future. The Warrior. The deaths. All of it.

It hadn’t been this.

It hadn’t been his own team leaving him behind, betraying him. It hadn’t been his body double taking over as him.

Angel. What if Timothy found out about Angel? What if, in addition to Jack’s life, he took Jack’s daughter?

“Come back!” Jack snapped, though they were already gone.

He was alone. His vision was starting to go dark. He was so cold. His shirt clung to him, sticky with blood. The scent of it filled his nostrils, along with his burnt flesh.

“Angel!” Jack yelled. “Dammit! Angel!”

He wasn’t supposed to die here. Not like this.

But he was alone. That traitorous bitch Athena was taking his cowardly doppelganger to Helios to steal Jack’s life. And just what the hell would they do to his Angel?

“No,” Jack ground out.

But his body was too weak to keep struggling. He collapsed against the ground, everything in pain. He was drenched in his own blood, and he could only see out of his right eye.

He was afraid.

He was angry.

He was dying.

“Not like this,” he said.

He tried to cling to life, to the destiny that had just been revealed to him. But in the end, he laid there, his body growing colder as he succumbed to his wound, abandoned and mutilated, a victim to his own ambition.

#borderlands #Athena The Gladiator #timothy lawrence #Handsome Jack #whumptober2020 #no.31 #left for dead #fic #jtdoeswhumptober #My writing #my post #borderlands fic

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script-the-skeleton · 4 years

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How Legends are Born

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Legend took pride in many things: his ability to run through a dungeon in ten minutes, the size of his arsenal, or his experience. He knew many languages, with the help of a book that he found, and was the equivalent of an ambassador with how many times he saved foreign countries. But, the thing he prided himself most on was the fact that he was not the Hero of Time.

For the majority of his life, he had heard the stories of the Fallen Hero, the Last Hero, the Dead Hero, or, just simply, the failure. In his time, the name was cursed and spat on so much that the original title didn’t remain. No one wanted to honor the person who failed to save the kingdom.

As a child, he heard ghost stories and fables from neighboring adults. He shouldn’t act like an adult when he was a child, because that was what the Hero did. He shouldn’t play in the woods, that’s where the Hero’s from. He shouldn’t wear green, those are the clothes of someone who was weak.

His uncle on the other hand, tried his hardest to change his mind about the Hero. He said that him failing wasn’t the Hero’s fault, and there was no reason to hate him. He tried his best, especially at a young age.

So, his uncle taught him all the things adults knew. He took them on hikes through the woods. He made Legend wear a green tunic and matching cap.

Legend didn’t listen. He acted his age as a teenager, stayed near towns, and red was way more his color. He rose from the ashes of the fire that the Hero started. Why should he care about the man who caused him, and his kingdom, so much pain?

So, he prided himself on succeeding where the Hero of Time didn’t.

One thing he didn’t expect was meeting him. Ironically, he was a little bit in awe of *the legend* that was Time. Everything he thought he would be like was the opposite.

“My name is Link.”

He was modest, not even using his title to introduce himself. He was a common rancher instead of living it up in a castle. Legend chalked it up to this being the time he managed to not die, so he reserved the right to hate on the other version of him.

Then, after meeting him and stewing in his hate, it came as a shock when he read his uncle’s diary. He could have never imagined what lay in the text.

He was cleaning out his house when he found it again after so many years. Back on that stormy night, his uncle handed him a sword, a shield, and a book. He never had time to read it, so he put it away, not having the heart to. Now... well, it couldn’t hurt.

While the others were outside, looking around his Hyrule, he sat down and read.

“Dear Link, if you are reading this, I am dead.”

Legend snorted.

“Or something has happened to me. I have something to tell you, a secret that has been passed down since my grandmother’s grandmother’s mother. The Order of Knights that were our ancestors weren’t our only relations.”

He sat up. He knew of the knights, those were easy to trace his lineage back to, but what else was there in his family tree.

“There have been many rumors about our family. Some say we are a bastard clan of the Royal Family, I’ve even heard some say you are her Highness’ brother.”

Legend cackled. Him? Zelda’s brother? She would have murdered him if they were related from sheer annoyance.

“This is not true by any means, but we do have some significant blood running through us. Going back to before the dark times, we are the descendants of-“

“Hey, Legend,” Hyrule walked in, “are these berries poisonous, cause Wild ate a whole handful and...”

THUD.

“Legend?!” Hyrule rushed over to see the hero standing over the book he dropped. Eyes staring blankly into the wall and hand gripping his tunic. “Are you alright?”

“I-I’m,” he swayed to the whims of Hyrule shaking him.

When he didn’t respond, Hyrule picked up the book and read the page he was on. After a second, Hyrule realized what was wrong.

“You’re related to...” Hyrule narrowed his eyes, “how? How is that possible?!”

Legend didn’t respond.

“Does anyone else know?” Hyrule tried to get any coherence out of his friend.

Legend growled, “Sahasrahla, that... he had to have known. I am going to kill that old man!”

“No one else?”

“Maybe Zelda, she called upon both me and my uncle based off our bloodline.”

Silence.

“You have to tell him,” Hyrule declared.

“No!”

“You have to tell Time that you are his descendant!” Hyrule shouted.

BANG! The door slammed open.

“What?!” Twilight growled after running in the door. Presumably, he was there about the berries, as he was holding a jar of them. Wild must’ve had a lot and had some consequences.

“Out!” Legend pointed to the door, a glare on his face.

“No,” Twilight walked in farther, closing the door behind him, “what’s this about you be related to Time.”

“None of your business!”

“I think it is.”

The two had a staring contest while Hyrule was losing his mind.

“How had you not known before, how had we not known?” He asked, “Malon was being suspicious when we met her, she kept watching us. I think she knew one of us was her great grandchild or something. But how?”

Twilight’s ears flicked.

“What does it even matter,” Legend spoke, “let’s just forget about this and never talk about it again!”

“This is important,” Twilight wouldn’t back down, “I know how you feel about Time, about your version of him. Now you’re related to him? You aren’t going to see him the same after this.”

“You know what?” Legend smirked, “you bring up a good point. My version of Time, the Fallen Hero. He’s exactly that, the Fallen Hero, he died! How could he have had a kid, no less descendants? This could all be a farce!”

“Unless,” Hyrule popped in, “the Fallen Hero lived at least until 18 before finally dying in the battle with Ganon. There’s a window that he could have...”

He shut up when Legend pointed his sword at him.

“Sorry...”

Legend sighed, “let’s just ignore this.”

Twilight huffed, “I thought you prided yourself on not being Time?”

That did it. Without thinking, Legend pulled out one of his million fire rods and launched an attack at the Hero of Twilight.

“I am not him!” He screamed in rage, “I have done what he could not, multiple times even. I could never be related to such a failure!”

“And yet you are!” Twilight pulled out his gale boomerang and used the winds to blow out the fire. “Why does that scare you? You’ve met Time, he’s a great person.”

“Guys!” Hyrule was hiding behind his shield, hoping that there wouldn’t be too much carnage. He hugged the diary, making sure it didn’t get burned. “Stop fighting!”

“Why do you care!?” Legend snarled, “you’ve always had a soft spot for him, wouldn’t hear a word against him. Is there a reason for that? What? Are you also related to him?”

Twilight paused and the wind and fire finally dispersed. Realization dawned on Legend.

“You have got to be kidding me,” He said dully. “I should have seen this from the start. The Hero of Time’s golden boy and protege, he trains you to be a better him. This is just precious!”

Then, Twilight laughed.

“Oh,” Twilight smiled, “I know what this is about. You’re jealous!”

“Jealous, please. I am not Warriors.”

Twilight shrugged, “sure. But you, you are jealous that maybe the Hero of Time actually survived in one lifetime and he lived a happy life.”

“I have nothing against Time-“

“Not him,” Twilight interrupted, “you hate the very idea of the Hero of Time, and you are jealous of the nice life he had.

“He had a relatively happy childhood. Grew up, got a wife, had kids. Meanwhile, you have done nothing but fight since you were a kid, and you haven’t stopped. You have suffered thanks to Time’s supposed failure, so why should he be happy and not you!”

“Twilight,” Hyrule whined, “that’s not fair.”

“I’m right,” Twilight crossed his arms, “aren’t I?”

No response from Legend, he had shut down again.

“Now,” Twilight set down the jar of berries he had somehow held onto this whole time, “I need to make sure Wild is alive.”

He turned to the door and spoke as he left, “don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. See you in a bit, cousin.”

As the door creaked closed, Legend fell on his knees and started to cry. Hyrule rushed over and tried to comfort him, but he didn’t know what to do.

“Legend,” he whispered, “it’s alright! Twilight was just mad, you know how close he is to Time, he didn’t mean any of it.”

“It’s true, though,” he sadly admitted, “I don’t like the idea of the Hero of Time being happy.”

Hyrule stuttered, “w-what.”

“Did you think I liked being forced into this life?” Legend cried, “being dragged into fighting an indescribable terror because the previous hero died. I have fought Ganon four times, I didn’t want this!”

He stared at the book in Hyrule’s hands.

“And then, I learned that my time, *our* timeline, was nothing but a cosmic mistake! I didn’t want to believe it, but my whole existence is nothing but a dying thought in a sick world.”

He dug his nails into his legs, “why does Time live in another timeline? Why does he have the, the *audacity* to be happy when I am not! I hate him! I hate the Hero of Time! I would rather that he was dead!”

“Legend!” Hyrule gasped, “that’s not true! Time has been nothing but nice to us, and Malon, and-“

“I don’t care,” Legend smiled bitterly, “it feels good to admit it out loud. You wouldn’t understand, though, you are farther away from him.”

Hyrule stared at him in disbelief, “I wouldn’t understand? *I* wouldn’t understand?! Legend, remember who I had to fight, what the state of my Hyrule is in!”

Legend realized his mistake too late. Hyrule was angry now.

“I fought Ganon, too!” He frowned, “and my kingdom doesn’t even have any proper cities! Why is that? If you fought Ganon, four times, why is he still around?”

“That’s not my fault!” Legend spat, “Ganon can be resurrected!”

“Then how is it Time’s fault that you had to fight Ganon?”

“He could’ve killed him when he was a man, ending the cycle!”

“You don’t know that,” Hyrule retorted, “if you blame Time, then I can blame you. But, I don’t...”

Legend narrowed his eyes.

“If we blamed everyone before us for not stopping all the evil in the world,” Hyrule continued, “we would be very bitter people. Do you blame Four?”

“No, he didn’t really fight Ganon-“

“But he still did. Do you blame Sky?”

“Hylia-“

“Hylia nothing! Do you blame Sky? He was the first one to get cursed, starting the cycle.”

“He was fighting a god, he couldn’t have destroyed him.”

“And Ganon was the reincarnation of that god’s hate. Do you see what I mean?”

Legend said nothing.

“If you blame Time, then you have to blame every single person that came before you. If you blame Time, you will be a hypocrite and I deem you responsible for the state of my kingdom!”

Legend sighed, “alright. I get it.”

Hyrule choked on spit, ready to continue his tangent, but stopped in his tracks.

“Really?” He smiled hopefully.

“Yeah,” Legend bit his tongue, “I have been taught all my life that Hyrule was in shambles because of one man. Maybe we’ve been blaming the kindling for the fire and not the arsonist. Still...”

He sat on his bed, putting his hands into his face, “I can’t forgive him. A sick, dark part of me wants him to suffer as much as I have. I almost want to see the arsonist come back.”

He fell onto his back, “I never should have been born. At least then I wouldn’t have to deal with this!”

Hyrule sat next to him, “don’t say that. Because of you, many people are alive today that weren’t. You might’ve inadvertently saved an ancestor of mine and allowed me to live!”

“Anyone could have done that,” Legend argued.

“And anyone could have failed,” Hyrule pointed out, “infinite timeline, infinite possibilities. I think it’s good to admit this, now you can move on.”

“I don’t know if I can!” Legend groaned, “every time I look at Time I want to punch him!”

“It’ll be slow,” Hyrule nodded, “but you know in your head that he isn’t to blame. You just need to change your heart. And, I think to do that, you need to...”

“No!”

“Please! You know Twilight’s already told Wild, and Time will immediately know something is off with them and find out.”

“Fine. Uncle, what have you gotten me into?”

So, Legend prided himself on many things. Being jealous, vengeful, and full of spite was not one of them.

Later that night, as Twilight glared at him, with Hyrule at his side, he handed Time the book. Time flipped to the bookmarked page and read, showing no emotion as he did. Silently, Time returned the book before speaking.

“It is an honor to have you in the family,” he smiled, “I’m sure Malon will be excited to learn about this.”

And, against his heart’s will, Legend was happy at the thought.

“This changes nothing between us, Old Man,” Legend smirked, “you owe it to Hyrule for me even telling you this.”

“Hey!” Hyrule protested, “you didn’t have to tell him.”

Time laughed, “oh, I know, kit.”

“Kit?” Legend knitted his eyebrows, “oh, no! You can’t give me a nickname like you did Twilight!”

“Would you rather bunny rabbit?”

How did he even know about that?! Ravio, you snitch!

Legend hid his smile, “kit it is then.”

#legend of zelda #linkeduniverse #fanfic #fic #ao3

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