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another-fantasy-world · 3 years

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Pulled

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Title: Pulled

Pairings: (Romantic) Wanda Maximoff x Reader, (Platonic) Avengers x Reader, (Familial) Natasha Romanoff x Reader, (Familial) Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Summary: The Avengers, Earth's chosen heroes. You thought the name was absurd, and you knew that being around them is trouble, especially since the son of Odin himself is working with them. But of course, no matter how much you tried to pull away, no matter the consequences of you being a demon, they still insist on pulling you back, among all of them, she insists the most.

Warnings: Canon Violence. Demons. Mentions of Hell

Additional Tags: Wanda being the best girlfriend for a demon. Natasha being a soft mom. Tony being the annoying brother. Avengers being the lovable idiots that they are. Pietro being alive is my shit.

Reader Pronouns: She/They

Word Count: 3276 words

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Grief. Pain. Sadness. Anger. Guilt. Fear. Six of the most common negative emotions one human can have, and somehow, this two human children had them all. You silently watched as this human girl and her twin brother hide under the bed to protect themselves from the bomb just 3 feet from them. You can sense both their fears, it's what led you to them in the first place. The intense fear and emotional pain in their souls was intoxicating, it makes you want to devour it and take their souls straight to hell. But for some reason, you couldn't bring yourself to enhance it, to give them more pain, just for your own sake.

So even as your hunger clawed and begged to be satisfied, you ignored it, looking for something to comfort the trembling twins. Out the corner of your eye, you saw the damaged TV, making quick work of fixing it with your magic, turning it on, only to find the girl's glowing red eyes trained at your naturally red eyes. Your eyes widened as you realized she could see you. You then turned your attention to the other twin, his child-like eyes staring right at your non-existent soul.

“And you can see me. Great.” You voiced out, sighing. You didn't even know why your glamour didn't work on these two brats.

“Yes.” They answered timidly, Heavy Sokovian accents ringing throughout the air.

“Are you scared?” You ask them, tucking your wings in as to not scare them further more, much to your displeasure. You didn't really know why you're acting like this.

“No.” You smiled at their response, they were lying of course, but it was adorable nonetheless.

You debated on what to do next, you could erase their memories of you but quickly realized that you couldn't considering this human child is a witch. You sighed, you rarely interfere with human foolishness, the outcomes of said foolishness make up for your daily meal, so you leave them be, but for some reason you were being pulled to do the opposite.

“This is going to be the last time you see me.” You state coldly, refusing to get attached.

You maneuver your magic to levitate the bed they were currently hiding under, gray wisps of magic enveloping the bomb to keep them from detonating, you watch as the human girl seems fascinated with what she sees despite the life-threatening situation they are in right now. The human boy dragging his sister towards you as you envelop them in your magic as well, protecting them for what's about to come.

“Hold on.” You say, their arms wrapping around yours as you extend your wings and fly upwards, the air harmless to the children in your arms when it should have killed them based on your speed alone. You looked down at them, the human girl buried her face into you as fear mixed with relief pulsed out of her. The human boy on the other hand, looked ecstatic with the speed you are going at.

'Children' You thought, chuckling lightly.

You both dropped them off at the local Sokovian orphanage, prompting to leave when the human girl tugged on your black wings making you look back.

“Yes?” You asked

“Stay” She says, smiling. You smiled back, despite seeing how the events of today slowly dawned on both of them, pain filling both of their eyes.

You just shook your head sadly, a frown quickly settling at your face, realizing you let your guard down, before flying away, disappearing in a blink of an eye.

You never thought you would see them again years later, all grown up. You were on an errand appointed to you by your brother when you stumbled upon Sokovia. The place swarmed with ridiculous looking military. Your eyes widening as you see them displaying their powers fighting against the Avengers. You smiled softly and rolled your eyes when you saw that the human boy now had super speed and the human girl had her witchy tendencies, beautiful red wisps of magic floating through the air, as a human man, named Captain America, tumbled down the stairs.

“We have another enhanced. Female. Do not engage.” You frowned at that, they're treating her like a threat, and that didn't place right with you. Prompting to leave this problem to future you, you left

“Enhanced?” You ask yourself as you flew away, not having the courage to face the twins right now.

Days pass and you still barely have the courage to give in to the pull that they both had, you spent the days you had trying to find whatever it is that you have with the two of them, it was something you cannot explain with words. The pull was extremely hard to ignore, it was a bond of some sort. But you never made a contract with them, did you accidentally make one? But this feels like something more, it wasn't just a normal contract, it feels much more intimate, familial in a sense.

You were reading ancient books, feeling particularly annoyed at the pathetic wails of souls being tortured, annoyed that your brother decided placing his torture chamber near your library where it should be quiet, quiet enough to read without some human soul screaming their hearts out as they are force to relive their most painful memories over and over again.

Your head snapped up when you felt intense amount of anger and pain course through your veins, you dropped the book you were reading and immediately materialized on Earth, finding the human girl in a headlock.

Your vision blurred, only seeing red, you charged towards the man, slamming him to the glass, breaking it, walking forward more, you slammed him to the wall, gripping his neck, you could see green slowly seeping from it. You clenched your teeth, feeling hot flames bursting from around you, cracks emerging from the concrete as molten lava seeps through. Your magic prevented him from transforming. Your eyes a vicious black as anger pumped throughout your whole being. You could feel the monster in you, clawing it's way out, telling you to rip this man's head off and feed it to Cerberus, taking his soul to the deepest, darkest depths of hell.

“Go on. Piss me off.” You growled out, mocking his words, your black wings extending, hiding the both of you from the other's view, who stopped fighting as soon as you materialized from the ground.

Gripping harder now, you ought to kill him, enduring the pain of random blasts and the feeling of a vibranium shield repeatedly being slammed into your wings.

Soft red wisps wrapped around your wrist, comforting you, lowering your guard for a little, allowing the human girl to touch you. Her hands running through the feathers that your wings had.

“It's okay. I'm okay. You don't have to.” Her soft voice rang through your ears, making you drop the coughing man and hold her hand.

“Are you sure?” Your voice raspy from growling.

She just nodded, gripping your hand as well. You didn't even notice the commotion happening. You didn't notice Thor slamming in, zapping the capsule like thing. You didn't notice the android emerging, You didn't notice a single thing. Not until she let go of your hands did you regain senses.

“I thought you said we weren't going to see you again.” She says, making you face her

“Uhm.” You gulped, now that you took at good look at the human girl, she certainly...enhanced herself since you last saw her.

She raised her brows as her head tilted, staring up at you. You felt as thou you were the one being hunted, rather than being the hunter that you are.

“Things change, Little Witch.” You tried to steady yourself, nearly losing your footing at the blue blur that ran past you.

“Wingie! You came back!” The human boy exclaimed.

“...Wingie? What the fuck?” You thought as you narrowed your eyes at them. Watching as the woman chuckled, you looked at her pointedly, knowing that she read your mind, to which she just shrugged.

“You refer to us as human boy and human girl. We refer to you as wingie, it's a fair deal isn't it?” She smirked, her Sokovian accent sending shivers down your spine.

“It is not.” You stood straigher. A frown placed on your face as you knew you needed to leave and cut ties with them. Even if you did not want to, Demon-Human relationships are strictly forbidden, unless they willingly sign their soul to you.

As if sensing this, The human girl took a hold of your wings and tugged on it, giving you a sense of nostalgia

“Stay.” She says with finality.

“I guess it would be nice for you both to tell me your name.” You say after a moment of silence, hissing slightly when you see a mark forming on your palm.

You had given in to their bond, they have successfully pulled you in. It left you wondering how this happened and why has your father, the almighty God, allowed this. Better question, why did Luci never interrupt this bond, he just let it be, even when you asked him about it, he nonchalantly says that you should give in. What better purpose does this have?

“...Now I really need your name.” You mumble out, spotting the glowing marks they both had shining through their clothes.

“Ooooohkay. What is happening around here?” You tore your gaze from the twins to look at the tin man.

“Please do not talk tin man. This does not concern you. However, I believe that The First Son of Odin can help you satisfy your curiosity about me.” You say, gaze returning to the twins.

“Wanda.”

“Pietro.”

“Y/N.” You smiled.

“You now have a personal demon at your command.” You grin, showing your true fiery self to them, bowing like a servant, surprising them a little, Then laughed, comfortable with teasing you at how ugly you looked in your true form, which also made you laugh. A memory you will never forget.

“What's in your mind darling?” Wanda brings you back to reality, her hands softly holding your face.

Tony was kind enough to give you a whole floor to yourselves in the tower, it now looked like a big apartment with a 70's theme due to you and Wanda's modifications just last night. Your wife did have a knack for changing your apartment's theme to different eras, you suspect it's from her love of sitcoms so you just let her be. Besides, her sitcoms are growing on you.

“How we met.” You state, a content smile on your face while tracing the mark she had.

The room you both shared is enveloped in your magic, the illusion showing the night sky, shooting stars passing through despite being in broad daylight.

“Hmmn. You traveled far.” She chuckled, nuzzling further into your wings. You chuckled.

“You love my wings more than me, my love, why must you be like this?” You teased her

“They're softer than you.” She teased back

“You wound me little witch.” You lean in to kiss her, only to be interrupted, your illusion breaking as the door slammed open

“EW EW EW EW EW!” A blue blur barged in, only to run out again.

You huffed out in annoyance, It's 7am and Pietro is already annoying you.

“Why must I also have a bond with that prick.” You grumbled under your breath, burying your face into Wanda's neck.

“Because he's my brother, and you, my love, are my wife. That makes you his sister as well.” She says, pecking your lips multiple times, her Sokovian accent slipping out.

“Mrs. Maximoff, and Other Mrs. Maximoff. Ms. Romanoff wanted me to remind you of your training at 8:30 am after breakfast. And Mr. Stark is demanding you both to have breakfast with the team” FRIDAY, the AI's voice rang out.

“Thank you FRIDAY.” You muttered out, begrudgingly getting up from your shared bed, your wings limp as if sharing your sadness, much to your wife's amusement.

“I don't get it. At all. We've been doing this for 8 years now. Why do I still have to train?” You whined, walking into the dining room where the rest of the Avengers are.

“Because, you little devil, you rely on your powers too much. Hand-to-hand combat is necessary.” Natasha pats your back, grabbing her newly made peanut butter sandwich.

Natasha met you after Bruce saved her from Ultron, your powers saved her by smashing in two robots to the ground, which seemed to amuse her, plus seeing you with horns made her laugh. The next day, she approached you asking if you wanted to spar with her, and you cockily said yes, boasting that you'll beat her in a minute. You were proven wrong, your ass got handed to you every single time, proving that you can't make it through life without your powers.

“And yet, you don't tell Tony to train.” You deadpanned at Natasha, and she looked at you like how an angry mother looks at a child throwing a tantrum.

You accidentally read Natasha's mind one day when you were starving, refusing to feed off your family's emotions, despite them being filled with negative emotions because, the receiver of a demon feeding feels intense pain as said demon sucks their emotions out, leaving them exhausted, sometimes in a coma, and sometimes just dead, it's soul going straight down to hell. She was thinking about how she thinks of you as her daughter, albeit being thousands of years older than her. You just shrugged and went along with it, finding it funny, until you accidentally called her 'Mom' when she got shot, sending the one who shot her down to the pits of hell. And since then it just stuck.

“Because I'm a genius, devilious.” You rolled your eyes at his ego and his horrible nickname.

“Dumbass.” You murmured

“Bitch.” He shot back

“Jerk.” You retaliated. Puffing your wings up to hopefully intimidate him but he just powered up his reactor and threatened to blast you.

“Okay, enough from the both of you.” Wanda gave you a pointed look which had you pouting

“No powers on the dining table!” Pepper scolded.

“Sorry.” you mumbled, directing your attention to the elevator doors as they open to reveal Clint on the phone.

Your eyes drifted to Pietro as you both shared a smirk, if there's one thing that you both could agree on, is that you both love to piss off Clint, who despite being retired, visits the tower often.

You subtly use your powers to tie Clint's shoelaces together as Pietro sped to him, taking his phone.

“Hey!” He complained, taking a step to run after Pietro only to slam, face first into a pillow?

Your eyes then lifted up to see Wanda's glowing eyes, her hands wrapped with a red mist as you see Pietro being dragged into the room by said mist.

“Oh shit.” You murmured, seeing her head tilt, it's common knowledge to run when Wanda tilts her head, it's terrifying as fuck.

“...We can talk about this...” You say, slowly backing up. She just raised her brows

“Whipped.” Clint whispered tauntingly as he passed you

“Take it to the training room kids.” Natasha says, her steaming black coffee nestled in her palms

“I didn't even eat yet.” You whined, plopping yourself away from your wife, beside the metal armed man who pushed the plate of toast towards you.

“Are we still going to ignore how devilious is a literal demon and she's scared of Wondie?” Tony teased, bouncing Morgan on his lap while she drinks her milk.

“Okay. Tony, Tony, Tony. Stare me straight in the eyes, look at me, look, look. Come on, look into my eyes-”

“Yes, I'm looking into your “natural” red eyes, they still look like contacts” He says, air quoting the word natural

“First of all, they are natural. Second, stare right into my eyes and tell me that my wife isn't the MOST TERRIFYING PERSON YOU EVER MET!?”

“Meh.” He says, smirking

“Oh-hoho! Ouch.” You say playfully with a grimace, jaw dropping with a look of offense on your face.

“Let's just agree that wives are terrifying, yes?” You say quickly, motioning to Pepper who was chopping up some food for her daughter, who held up the knife as a response to your statement.

“And this is why I will never get married.” Natasha says, disposing of her plates to the sink before motioning to you.

“I can change that. Do you want a dog too?” Sam asks, grinning

“Get ready to get your ass kicked, Wilson.” You grinned seeing Nat's glare

“Language.” Tony says, motioning to his kid while winking at Steve who rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. The fitted shirt threatening to rip. You always wondered why Steve liked to wear clothes that's one size smaller that what he should be wearing. Maybe it was because of Bucky, or Nat, or both. You never knew with that man.

“It's been 8 years. Why is that still a thing?” Steve groan, making you all laugh.

Your laugh slowly faded, staring at your family, your weird but still very much your family, laughing and having fun without a care in the world, it's memories like these that you want to remember.

You don't want to remember the sacrifices you had to make to get this very moment, the actions you made were selfish yet necessary, for your universe at least. You had the power and the chance to change everything 5 years ago, and you took that chance without hesitation, even if it meant breaking the fabric of the universe itself.

You just hoped that the Avengers from the other universes wouldn't hate you so much for adding to their pain. After all, you did avert what should have happened in your universe, into another universe where the people of earth and it's mightiest heroes, suffered twice. Their pain increasing tenth fold as you merged two problems into one.

The consequence that you have to endure for that however, was white-hot pain. You will have to endure all the universe's pain, nightmares and visions of the battle that should have happened will continue to plague you, visions of Wanda in pain, visions of Tony Stark dying, visions of his funeral, visions of Natasha's death will play in your head over and over again. Your own personal hell.

But it's worth it right? …right? You'd do anything to make your family happy... right? You'd do anything to make her happy. It's worth it. It was definitely worth it... right?

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bonny-kookoo · 4 years

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Chivalry is dead (JJK x Reader) 💜(☁️)🔞

🖤 Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

🖤 Genre: CEO x Secretary AU, Fluff/Romance, Coworkers to lovers?, mild angst, Smut

🖤 Warnings: swearing, mentions of surgery, did I mention swearing, Kookster is whipped, it’s kinda cheesy, please someone get me a Jungkook like that, slow sex, gentle lovemaking, it’s nothing freaky this time, oral (f rec.) protected sex, sugary sweet live confession you might get diabetes

🖤 Summary: Jeon Jungkook was your boss. The roles were clear as day, so why did it seem so complicated?

You had no idea who in the hell actually invented coffee- like who thought roasting some weird beans and spilling hot water over that stuff was a good idea? Well, whoever it was, that person could go fuck themselves royally; because first of all, that stuff tasted bitter as hell, and second of all, it made your early morning shift an absolute nightmare.

Maybe it wasn't the coffee, but the person who loved them- Jeon Jungkook. Self-proclaimed savior of his Dad's company after taking over at the mere age of 22. Now, at 25, he was a well known face in his business, with famous magazines naming him 'one to watch out for' when talking about deals and sudden decisions. He's headstrong, smart, and unbelievably good looking too.

And also an asshole.

Thats at least what your flatmate Jenny usually says whenever he's the main course of your conversations. You'd told her time and time again that he was merely this rough with you because he was stressed- yet she simply stated that you were just an angel too good for this world- and especially too good for him.

"2 Minutes late." Came his rough voice as he didn't even look up to greet you, simply tapping on the surface of his crisp white table where he expected you to put his coffee. (Black and bitter as his soul, as Jenny always said.) He nodded, hand raising to dismiss you as always, until his eyes turned downwards, spotting your scaped up knee; half-hazardly covered by a bandaid that already came off at one side due to the rush you'd been in. Sure, you could apologize now, tell him how you were late because that freaking dogwalker let a leash of one of his huskies slip, which basically ran you over like a truck considering your rather short height, but you'd found out early on that Jeon Jungkook didn't care about your stories. Yet with his still lingering stare, you felt like he'd glued you to the ground by the soles of your shoes, without his dismissal you were forced to stay right where you were. He took a sip of his black beverage before setting the cup down with a sigh, getting up to walk towards a small bathroom connected to his office. Emerging out of the room again with a couple of items in his hand, he sat down on his chair behind his laptop, turning it towards you.

He had to lean down a bit as he took off the bandaid, not even saying sorry as you hissed at the sting. You did notice however how he took it off more gently after that, as he threw it into his bin, opening the plastic bag of desinfectant wipes, before his large hand held the back of your knee, almost delicately. He began to clean the scrape, brows furrowing a bit at the view of the raw skin, thinking about how you probably ran with that all the way to his office just to not be even later. He wanted to apologize, at least give you some form of verbal reassurance that it was okay to put your own health before his goddamn coffee, but the words got stuck inside his throat as he gently placed a new, more properly sized bandaid over the wound, sighing as some red seeped through immediately. "Get that checked after work today." He simply said before getting up to put all of the items away into their proper place as you were left with still tingling skin from his touch. He turned around, looking at you with an almost bored, but soft look. "What're you standing there for? You're dismissed." He said, and you practically ran out of the office.

"He wants to fuck you." Jenny simply said as she bit into her sandwich, while you were left almost spitting out your lunch. "What? That was electricity, I'm telling you! He so wants to screw you." She said, almost accusingly pointing a finger at you as she took a sip of her water, watching you.

"Stop. He only did that because he.." Oh well yeah, why did he do that? He could've simply told you to get it checked instead of taking care of it himself for that matter. But he was someone who wanted things done immediately- e rarely could wait for things to finish or to be done, so maybe he just wanted to have things more proper during your shift? Exactly. He just wanted to keep the image of his company intact- maybe even raise it by showing other employees that he cared for everyone deeply, even if he didn't. "He probably just wanted me not to look like I got scraped off the streets." You mumbled before taking a bite of your lunch, Jennies eyes rolling.

"Truth is;" She started, as she threw away her plastic waste before checking her watch, "That I still think he wants you bend over his desk." She finished, as you turned shades of pink, lowering your gaze at that. You always tried to keep those thoughts away from you, knowing how unprofessional it was. "Does he know you're leaving soon?" She asked, now a bit softer since she knew it was a touchy topic. You shook your head.

"I haven't put in my termination yet." You answered, your food suddenly looking stale. Jenny sighed, hugging your side.

"I'll buy some icecream on the way home, you're finishing later than I do I assume?" She asked, and you nodded again as a confirmation. "Alright. Let's binge on movies tonight, and have a nice weekend alright? Heads up." Came her reply as she left with a wave, to get back to her own desk in the company.

Jenny and you had met while you were waiting for your interview with Jeon to begin, and when you began to talk, you immediately hit off. You'd told her how much the driving back and forth from your old apartment to work would be, and eventually she'd decided to share her apartment with you close to the company. You were a bit hesitant at first, but eventually agreed; and it was one of your best decisions yet. The way to work was basically half an hour by foot- if it wasn't for your daily task of bringing your boss a coffee from this one specific shop downtown, almost an hour away by foot. It was okay however. Everyone had their preference.

At least you told yourself that to feel better about being Jeon Jungkooks personal slave.

"You're in love with her." Jimin stated, as Jungkook almost choked on his instant ramen.

"What the fuck dude, I don't." He exclaimed in a scandalized manner, long dark hair successfully hiding the red tips of his ears. He simply furrowed his brows, chopsticks now digging in his cup as if to search for treasure, just so he didn't have to look up and meet the eyes of his very nosy friends who were sitting in his living room.

"So you only want to fuck her." Yoongi grumbled as he hit after Jimin, who'd tried to steal a peace of meat from his plate.

"Exactly- Wait no!" The young company leader corrected himself immediately. No, this wasn't just pleasure he was seeking with you- but he also denied every single clue that he was into you, romantically. After all, he'd had his fair share of romantic involvements in the past; all pathetically killing themselves royally simply because there was never true love involved. It was either for benefit, for public image, or most of the time- for his money. It was never truly just about him.

Jungkook was simply a number, nothing more. In a way, his success was mostly just a curse for his soul; he was convinced by now that everyone just wanted something from him at this point, as pathetic as it sounded. He was always just the punchline of a joke, elderly woman seeing him as a piece of meat on a richly designed table ready to be consumed- just to be spit out as soon as he'd loose flavor. It was sad really, how much he hated trusting at this point.

"Look." Namjoon started, putting down his empty cup as he sniffled from the spicy meal he'd just consumed. "As far as I know, she'd from a regular background, right?" He asked, and Jungkook nodded, slurping some noodles without paying much attention. "How long has she been working for you at this point, two years? Three years?" The younger in question nodded at three, remembering the moment you'd stepped into his office for your interview, back then with a different haircut and color, and a bit more shy than you were now. You'd found friends in coworkers, when it came to gatherings and dinners you were always missing, however. He'd never seen you at any afterparty or bithday gathering for that matter as well. "She also didn't eye you up at all during these years, right?" He asked, and Jungkook got a bit more serious as that, because his friend was right. You surely looked interested in him, but you kept it charmingly subtle- it was more like a shy glance every now and then, never to linger uncomfortably. Just like a mouse showing itself to the cat every now and then to keep the chase going without any intention to.

"Oh, did you ever pay her for buying you a new suit by the way? The one she spilled her strawberry milk on?" Jimin asked with a laugh as Jungkook shook his head.

"She didn't want it." He said, and suddenly everyone got quiet.

"She what?" Yoongi asked. "Is she stupid?" He got out before Jungkook threw him a serious glance.

"Shut up." He said through gritted teeth, as Jimin laughed and the oldest in the round threw his hands up in mocking defense. "No but.. I offered several times, but she said it was her fault. She even got mad at me when I simply put the money on her paycheck- she practically demanded me to take it back." He explained, and Namjoon nodded.

"Probably because she'd feel bad." He answered. He knew you longest and most personally out of everyone in the current gathering; he'd been in the same class back in school for a few years. And you'd always been like that- you hated being paid back favours, because you didn't want to seem like you did them just to gain something afterwards. You kept people at a safe distance, never to have them cross that line, so you could always push them away without getting seriously hurt in the process. You'd also never been in a romantic relationship for long as far as he knew- only having had one scandal back in school, where the guy you'd lost your virginity to had publicly shamed you for being 'bad in bed'. It was a mess really, and Namjoon had felt bad back then, but there was no way you'd let anyone close to you afterwards. "Look." Namjoon started, looking at the youngest. "I'd say go for it. From what I know, she's a genuine person. I'm more concerned about her in this situation than you, if I'm being honest." He said, and Jungkook looked at him scandalized.

Yoongi chimed in. "You're known to fuck around. Don't just use her as a place to throw your half-assed cumshots into, that's what he wants to say." He replied, making Jimin scrunch up his nose in distaste.

Jungkook only continued to eat in silence. You maybe had the role of the mouse in this chase- but he was a tiger waiting to be taimed.

"What is this?" He asked, very unamused, and very much not pleased. It was understandable to a level- after three and a half years you'd just handed in your termination. What you did not understand however, was the amount of emotion you could spot swimming behind his eyes- he looked a bit like when he'd accidentally spilled tea over his workspace once, scared to death if that accident would mean the death of all his hard work of the day. You'd reassured him back then that everything had been saved on the main servers, so even if his laptop was to die, which it did not, everything would still be save. He could surely find a new secretary however- there was no use to make such a huge fuss over it.

"It's my termination sir. I'll be leaving at the end of this month." You answered, a bit unsure now on your spot in front of his desk, as he pushed the tip of his tongue against the inside of his cheek, a clear sign of irritation on his side.

"Thats in two weeks, Y/N." He stated, and you nodded. "As a reason you stated 'health issues'. Is there something I should be worried about?" He asked, and you swallowed, hard.

"Is it uhm.. do I need to answer-" You began, but he cut you off with a stern voice.

"You don't have to, but I'd have to decline the termination if I don't see the reasoning as fit to be taken seriously under such short notice." He began, putting down the papers as he suddenly looked at you more intensely. "We have clear rules here Y/N, I thought you knew them by now. Vacation requests three weeks prior, and terminations as well, except for important reasons." He said, and you looked down.

"I'll be having an operation that can't be pushed anymore soon sir, and I fear I won't be able to meet your standards afterwards. Which is why I'm terminating my contract." You stated, and you swore you could see a flash of concern in his gaze as he nodded.

"Is there anything I can help you with, in preparation for that?" He asked, now shifting his interest on his laptop screen again, typing something as you got confused.

"Pardon sir?" You asked, and he clicked a few times on his touchbad, seemingly searching for something before he turned his attention back onto you.

"Your severance pay will be quite high due to the quality and timespan you've worked here. I want to make sure however, that you're taken care of personally as well, if you'd let me." He said, in such a manner that you felt like he was actually growing a bit self-conscious.

"I uhm.. I will stay at the hospital for a while to recover, and afterwards I guess I'll be fine on my own. It's really fine sir, I don't uhm.. you don't need to do anything really." You said, before sending a smile his way, trying hard not to think of this chapter as finished. Your eyes already stung at the realization that you'd be leaving this comfortable environment soon. It may seemed childish for someone else, but you considered this place a second home- everything was familiar, every routine saved into the memory of your bones, it was your comfort to work here. "I uhm.. I really enjoyed working here." You finished, as Jungkook took a closer look at you.

He seemed to think about something, before he carefully stood up, slowly walking over towards you. For the first time he didn't look detached or as if he needed to do something; his gaze was soft and gentle, and it made it so much harder not to be a crybaby in this situation. You'd always thought that he merely saw you as a secretary, but this situation, as normal as it seemed, felt so intimate. "I'm glad." He simply said, slightly opening his arms to give you the option to take or not to take his invitation for a hug.

You would've been a fool not to. After all, Jungkook wasn't a physically affectionate person- he hated the act of merely shaking hands with a passion, he'd once told you.

"Will you tell me what exactly it is?" He asked, voice so much richer and deeper now that the side of your face was leaning against his chest, head growing dizzy from his presence. You could smell his faint cologne and a fabric softener similar to the one you used- again showing you that he preferred to wash his clothes himself rather than letting others do it for him. "You don't have to, but you have me worried." He simply said, now detaching himself from you hesitantly as he saw some coworkers outside the office staring. He didn't want to make you the talk of town now, only weeks before leaving. Rumors could be aggressive, after all.

"I uhm.." You started, sniffling a bit as you sat down in front of his workdesk. "I'll have a surgery on my knee, since I take a lot of medication for the pain now, and I kinda don't want that anymore so.." You explained to him, as his brows furrowed.

"Why didn't you say anything? I wouldn't have let you work so hard if I'd known you were in pain." He said, almost with a whine, which made you smile a bit in return. You waved him off, however.

"No no, it's fine really. I keep stuff like that to myself anyways." You admitted, and he thought for a moment, before he decided, no.

He wouldn't keep you working just so he could benefit from seeing you. That would be selfish- and he didn't want to be like that. Not with you, at least. He screwed up his chance, and that was okay; he'd had all the time to ask you out, to get closer with you, after all. Maybe it was simply karma. "Take those two weeks off. Don't worry, it won't affect your payment in any form- you'll need to take your vacation time anyways, or I'll get a slap on my hands for not letting you have freetime." He simply said, as you nodded. "Dismissed." He said, in his usual tone.

This time, it made you smile, as you nodded, stood up and walked towards the door. "Y/N." He said from his desk, not looking up. "I really enjoyed having you here." He mumbled, and you grinned, nodding, before leaving the office- and the building alltogether.

"Still can't believe you haven't hired anyone else yet." Jimin accused,as he drank his soju across from Jungkook, who'd simply shrugged. It's been two months by now, and he still refused to let any secretary work as closely with him as you did before. He rather got up a bit earlier and got his morning coffee himself instead of telling anyone to do so; it was as if that was reserved to you. It wasn't the act of having you bring him his coffee like a personal assistand; it was more the fact that he got to see you first thing in the morning. In a weird way, he didn't want to see anyone so early apart form you- he was simply too grumpy for that. "What about Hannah?" He asked, and Jungkook shook his head. Hannah was a promising candidate for the role of a future girlfriend- he really liked her. But there was no romantic spark between the two, and when she'd looked at him almost as if he'd ate her dog when he'd told the waiter to split the bill of their shared dinner, he knew that it wouldn't work out. She'd been so sure that he would simply pay for everything that he had to pay the entire thing- because she didn't even carry her purse with her. "Another piranha, I see."

Namjoon came into the room, several take out boxes in hand. "What're you talking about?" He asked, and Jimin chuckled.

"Jungkookies nonexistent sex-life." He said, before getting hit with a spoon from the younger one.

"Oh, interesting actually-" He began, putting down the food before sitting down himself. "Just saw Y/N-" He started, but Jungkook, almost chomically, cut him off.

"Did she look okay? Was she alright?" He asked, and Namjoon laughed for a second before taking some chopsticks for himself, breaking them apart and making Jimin laugh when they broke the wrong way.

"She seemed okay. Walked without help, but seemed a bit wobbly still." He explained, and Jungkook nodded. "My dad said she's gonna be alright, but it's gonna take a while since she waited so long to get it done-" Suddenly, Jungkook coughed.

"Your DAD did the surgery on her?!" He yelled out, making his dog bark as if alerted, as Namjoon became wide-eyed.

"Yeah, I mean, didn't I tell you.?" He began, but Jungkook shook his head, still heavily irritated.

"No, you did not!" He began, before letting himself fall into the couch defeatedly, whining. "I could've sent her flowers or some other shit, now I fucked it up!" He exclaimed to no one in particular, his dog jumping onto his lap.

"And they say chivalry is dead." Jimin said, playfully wiggling his eyebrows as Namjoon shot him a look to shut him up.

"You can still do that though?" He asked, and Jungkook furrowed his brows.

"No, that's just.. weird. Like, imagine getting flowers from your boss MONTHS after you quit." He said, before huffing like a child. "I screwed it up, its fine." He mumbled, before Namjoon continued.

"I mean, she asked about you though.." He hummed, taking a bite of his food.

"She did what?!" Both Jimin and Jungkook asked in disbelief.

"She asked about you. How you were doing, you know, that stuff." He explained, before continuing. "Told her you fuck around, she left after that." He said, shrugging his shoulders as Jungkook yelled furiously.

"You did what?! Namjoon, what the fuck-" He started, almost tearing up before the elder one laughed. "Not funny." Jungkook commented, clearly unamused by the humor in Namjoons face.

"Sorry." He said, putting down his chopsticks. "No, but for real, she actually told me to tell you she didn't change her number or anything so.."

Jungkook looked at him quesitoningly. "So?" He asked, and Jimin groaned.

"What the fuck, is she supposed to lay on your doorstep with her legs spread out while telling you 'Oh hey come inside and make yourself at home' for you to get the message?" A grumpy Yoongi groaned out as he walked into the living room, greeting the dog. "She basically told Namjoon to tell you she wants to sit on your dick." He said, stealing a dumpling from Jimin as he took off his jacket.

"She did not-" Namjoon started, before turning to the youngest again. "But she basically did say you should message her."

"To make up a date to fuck each other!" Yoongi yelled from the kitchen. Jungkook groaned.

"I mean I do have her number.." He mumbled, and suddenly a hand was on his shoulder as the eldest came back, a glass of water in his hands.

"Then go get pussy." He said, and everyone laughed.

Everyone but the young man in question.

"You uh.. sorry its nothing special but you said you wanted something not fancy so.." He said, as he pulled out the chair as you sat down.

"No no, its fine. I like this." You answered, now a bit shy with him sitting in front of you- all casual and not at all in the regular environment you both met in. He wore a simple black button up, ripped jeans- clothes that were so.. regular, yet he made them look so expensive. Maybe it was how his body was proportioned, with long legs and a broad chest, or maybe it was simply the way he carried himself.

"You look really nice." He casually complimented, as you blushed a bit, unfamiliar with such compliments as he smiled at your reaction, licking his lips almost impishly.

He would've been a bit more shy if it wasn't for the several conversations over the phone you both have had in the past couple of days; your answers and innuendos making it clear that you were genuinely interested in him, on a higher level than just 'hit and run'. No, you'd asked about his dog when he'd sent you a picture of him, you'd wanted to know about his family, or what he did in his freetime- you both even played several rounds of overwatch together when you'd revealed to him that you play the game as well.

It made him feel confident.

Another reason he was so adamant on making sure his impression on you was the best was that you'd openly talked about your, admittedly shitty ex partners, giving him even more reason to treat you the best he could think of.

You felt a bit weird.

Not a bad weird, but a.. tingling weird. This kind of weird where you don't know where to put your hands because wherever you began to rest them your mind thought about if it looked weird. It made you feel like a kid waiting to finally be let loose on a playground. You felt so comfortable with him, that it was important for you to make a good impression on him. So when the waitress came back after you both ate a bite, you began to search for your wallet, as he smiled at you, his larger hand covering yours in a manner that told you he'd pay. "All on me." He simply said, as he payed, making you pout a bit.

Walking outside, he made sure that you were comfortable with him walking you home before walking side by side with you, never too close to not pressure you. After a moment, you began to speak. "I could've payed, you know-" You started, but he cut you off with a question.

"Why won't you call me by my name?" He asked, and you began to chew on your lip. There was no specific reason you could think of that would make sense to him. It just felt like you'd let him in if you were to say his name out loud. It was a taboo thing to call your superior by his first name, but that had been the past. Now it would mean that you were considering him your friend. Or maybe even.. more. "Do I make you uncomfortable?" He asked, and you shook your head immediately.

"No, its just.." You started, trying to think of something.

"Don't make something up now just for me. I promise I won't be offended; just be honest." He said, and you nodded.

"I'm not someone who, you know, lets people get close to me, normally." You explained, before you continued after he'd nodded, telling you wordlessly that he was following your words. "It just seems.. so intimate, if that makes sense?" Against what you'd expected however, he simply continued his gentle smile.

"That's okay. You don't have to love me right away." He offered, looking down at you with a smile. "Say it when you feel like it. We'll do whatever is comfortable with you." He offered, and you smiled.

"So you both did not, in fact, fuck each other." Jenny said, as she ate another spoonful of icecream.

"No, we did not." You said, and smiled a bit at the memory. Jenny had just gotten back from her business trip; a week full of torture as she'd called it. "We simply talked and he brought me home every day." You explained, and your friend fake-gagged playfully at that.

"Oh god, someone get me a grater for all that cheese!" She laughed, as she suddenly smiled a bit more seriously. "No but really, I'm happy. He seems nice." She said, and you nodded.

"He does."

"Do you treat everyone like me?" You'd asked one night as you shared takeout with Jungkook in his living room, having agreed to meet up at his place.

He shook his head. "Not to that extend, no. But I learned from my dad was common chivalry is- it's not that deep to be honest." He explained, as he continued eating. He looked so young like this; merely wearing a sweater and sweatpants combo, hair a bit unruled and piercings on full display. With all that business on his shoulders, one could easily forget that he was just a young man, even if he did turn 26 recently.

"Its not common, though." You commented, and he shrugged his shoulders, leaning back against the couch as he finished his meal.

"Do you want to take my bed or the couch?" He asked after a moment, after you'd finished your meal as well. You shrugged. "Then we'll sleep together." He playfully said, but got a bit shy after you'd simply nodded, not having noticed that he didn't truly mean his statement. No taking it back now though.

"Are you tired?" You asked, wondering if that was why he'd brought up the question. Jungkook was an honest guy, so he affirmed.

"A bit, honestly. Sorry." He said, but you shook your head, already picking up the empty containers and plastic bags to throw them away.

"It's fine." You simply said, as he nodded, his gaze following you for a moment before he opened the door to his backyard, ushering his dog to go out to finish his business before bedtime.

You knew you should feel at least a bit nervous, after all you'd be sharing a bed with him. But for some reason you weren't- even if something was to happen, you felt comfortable with him- enough to trust you at your most vulnerable state. At this point he'd already sneaked his way around your made up walls, way too close now to be let go off without pulling on your skin painfully at the same time. Hurting him would hurt you now- so you had simply accepted the fact that he was going to stay at your side for as long as he saw fit.

"Alright, bedtime mister." He said, leading the dog to its bed by the front door- a place his pet had chosen willingly, he once told you. "Goodnight." He mumbled, gently petting his companions head before he made his way inside his bedroom, where you followed. He closed the door quietly, turning on a small lamp on his bedside desk, before opening a window. "I like to sleep with the window open, hope you don't mind." He said, as you shook your head. You simply got into the bed after him, your way of trying to find out which side he preferred as you slipped under the covers, the smell of his by now familiar fabric softener, and distinctively his smell flooding your senses. His mattress was soft, way softer than yours at home- but it was probably worth several months worth of rent as well.

"I uh.." he suddenly said, low voice cutting through the silence after he'd turned off the lights, darkness swallowing the room fully. "I have a habit of, uhm.. undressing myself during the night so. Just to warn you." He said, before groaning a bit. "Oh god that came of kind of creepy, sorry-" But you simply laughed.

"It's okay. I hug things when I sleep, so I'll probably latch onto you during the night." You admitted, and he chuckled.

"Oh I don't mind that at all." He hummed, as you felt him turn over, probably to face you as your suspicions were confirmed when a finger almost shyly brushed over your bare arm. He was silently testing the waters, trying to find out if you were comfortable enough with him to let him go that far. To his surprise you reacted by scooting closer towards him, until your nose was close to his. He couldn't quite see you, only able to make out rough outlines as the moon wasn't shining at all outside his apartment. "Is that okay?" He asked, in a whisper, careful as if he didn't want to scare you away. He felt you nod as his hand went to lay down on your cheek, thumb finding your lower lip as he guided his onto yours, slow, as if he was only testing the waters yet.

Always so considerate.

You slowly deepened the kiss, a bit hesitant since it has been a while you'd ever kissed someone; but he took the lead after noticing you accepting his gesture, his tongue gently asking for entrance as you granted his wish, making him close his eyes as he lazily continued kissing you, his desire taking over.

Everything was slow, comfortable, and warm- the way he slowly moved to lean over you, the way his hands roamed over your body underneath your clothes. It was as if you both knew eachother already, as if you didn't need to hurry anything at all. And it was true.

He slowly undressed himself, before directing his attention towards you, helping you out of your clothes as well, careful to leave the covers over his body, as if to shield you from the chilly air coming inside from the opened window. He truly enjoyed every second, every inch of skin he laid bare of you, as his head dipped downwards, placing open mouthed kisses against your neck and collarbone as his hand gently ran over your chest, squeezing the soft flesh or a moment before his thumb grazed over the hardened nipple, making you squirm underneath him. You felt torn between a feeling of being worshipped almost, and the frustration of him going so slow. Every past sexual encounter had always been straight to the point- this was entirely new territory.

"We got time darling." He hummed suddenly amused as you began to squirm more underneath his touch. You felt his hard on against your inner thigh clear as day, yet he seemed to absolutely not notice it; his attention more so on you, as he suddenly moved underneath the covers, shaking his head a bit to get his long hair out of his eyes, piercings jingling brightly at his sudden movement before he dipped downwards, making you gasp as you felt his tongue on your center. He chuckled again as his hands held down your lower belly, keeping your hips down and legs open for him as he sucked and swallowed, making you whine at the feeling. This was the first time someone had ever gone down on you, and it made you feel absolutely incredible.

Jungkook moved again as you became close to your orgasm, hands fumbling around for a moment until he found in his drawer what he'd searched for; the crinkling sound of the foil package filling the room as you still breathed heavily. He rolled the condom over his length before he moved over you again, cooing at the cold feel of your damp skin, sweat making your body cool down rapidly. "Are you cold?" He asked, and you nodded, but held out your arms, desperate to have him close to you again. "Let me warm you up." He hummed lowly, pulling the covers over his back again before he led his cock into your core with the help of his hand, groaning at the feel of your warm walls welcoming him inside. He moved after a moment, kissing you again as if he needed to confirm that this was truly happening. "You feel like home darling." He whispered out of breath as he slowly moved a bit faster, your hands searching for his as he helped you find them, fingers intertwining as he felt his soul grow fond. He loved you, he truly did, and in that moment he realized it to the full extend. It was the same for you as he kissed your neck, hot breath against your skin making you feel protected and adored as he picked up his pace, thrusts becoming more erratic as he suddenly pushed himself inside you in one swift move, hand leaving yours to desperately move over your pearl, making your back arch off the mattress as you whined in pleasure, throwing him off the edge as well as he spilled inside the condom.

His forehead rested against your shoulder as he chuckled, slowly slipping out of you as you laughed along with him.

"I swear that was not my intention when I said we'd sleep together." He said, and you laughed a bit harder at that, kissing the side of his jaw affectionately as he kissed your neck. "I love you. I really do."

"That's okay." you said still a bit out of breath, and he wished you could've seen the bright smile he sported at your next words.

"I love you too, Jungkook."

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darthmaulification · 3 years

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15 with Maul for the Angst Prompts? 🥺

A/N: dropping this at nearly midnight, but i’ve finished it and i’m proud of it so here’s a late night snack. 😤

also, the song that inspired this one was hard feelings by lorde (also technically loveless, which is the 2nd part of this particular audio, but mostly hard feelings) and i do use a lyric from it in my story. 😊

thank you for requesting the prompt, and i hope you enjoy!! 💗

prompt: 15. "i think we'd be better off alone."

content: angst (but a tad more mild), gn!reader, a break up yet again, but also more mutual, like two people collide to share just enough of a relationship that it hurts when they part, but also the relationship is implied to be Toxic, an embarrassing amount of figurative language, slice of life type deal going on here

word count: 1,504

You met Maul when the weather was good. The vast sky had been pulled taut in all directions— a cerulean blue overwhelming in its vibrancy. Most days nothing had broken up the azure, cloudless and thus without rain, but the sun, which followed it’s charted course day in and day out dutifully, bringing with it a near boiling heat.

When you met Maul, the sun had been sitting in it’s throne like a king, at the very peak of the crest it would slope down as hours ticked by. It shone so brightly that it bathed everything, exciting the flowers that rose to meet it and angering your fellow farmers who complained that the intensity was too much for the infant crops. It obscured, only for a moment, when Maul’s ship had passed beneath it.

He caught everyone’s attention, even yours, but only you caught his.

He approached you amidst the wavering haze above flat ground, that tricks the eye into thinking it’s there. You thought he was part of the mirage, how could you not? The strange visitor from his silver ship, his skin a flaming red and tattooed, wearing black robes far too heavy and dark for your planet. You almost had yourself convinced until he closed the distance between the both of you so hastily that it was like he fully intended to be standing amongst the crops alongside you all along.

(Later, Maul would tell you that he had only stopped for fuel, but had caught sight of you in the fields, angelic in your white linens.)

“Hello.” He had said, his voice like the thick purr of a Loth cat and his gaze the molten glaze of honey. He smiled, and his teeth were pitch black and glossy.

(A dye, he would also tell you later.)

“Hello.” You had replied politely, and when he extended his hand to shake yours, you had marveled at how his black-decorated, crimson skin felt like the heat surrounding you, only a living warmth instead. Maul then exchanged his name along with a suave flirt, and you gave him your name as well, gifting him with a blush on your cheeks. That’s when you learned he was bold and did everything with confidence.

The interest only grew from there, of course.

All the while, the sun sat stiff and blistering in the blue, blue sky and the air was dreadfully torrid, made even more unbearable by the lack of a breeze, but there were no shadows in sight, not while you and Maul talked, or when he offered you a drink, or when he walked you to his ship with his arm in yours, or when you both laughed and smiled and drank and swapped stories and even cuddled.

All in all, a good sign. A very good sign.

Until it wasn’t.

Maybe it was the lack of wind.

You learned very quickly that Maul was not only the charming, intelligent, if not hot-headed and cocky, Zabrak that you had made him out to be. You cottoned on very quickly and abruptly to his aggression, his brutal temper that would flare at the slightest provocation to the thin thread it hung from. Maul demonstrated to you, on multiple occasions, his wrath, and his willingness to kill instead of maim, or otherwise show mercy on his selected enemy. It bothers you as much now as it did then, and you would consider his anger a billowing red flag.

But at the time he was so new to you that you forgave his outbursts and strokes of cruelty because you had thought that since people could change, Maul surely could as well. And to be fair, you did what you could, successfully quelled his fury more often than not. But it was still hard to want to be close to a man who burned so intensely at his core that it hurt to be near.

And that made the dry season even hotter. For better, and for worse.

(Mostly worse.)

As weeks passed with Maul, and the summer reached it’s fever pitch, you and Maul had softened up enough to each other that you shared intimacy and closely-held secrets, often both under the delicate watch of the moon, when the night brought with it security and a tender break in the heat. Nighttime was always easier, you realize now, when there was no pressure from wandering third parties from the village, or duties to attend, or the sun to make you squint.

It made you realize just how difficult daytime could be, how consumed those hours were by work and people, how busy it all was. It made you loathe the dawn, wanting to keep the star-dappled midnight sky for as long as possible because that’s when you didn’t toil away in the fields, and when Maul was yours and only yours, and when you didn’t have to worry about his temper igniting, or the switch of his lightsaber, or the pain he’d inflict, or the crimes he’d—

Thinking of it now, your only good memories with Maul took place during nighttime.

Except one. The last memory you have of him.

You had been drained and tired by the oppressive heat that the sun had wrought during the day, and the almost constant pleading with Maul not to slice down any more of your fellow villagers that were terrified of him. You were drained by the effort of dousing his fire, the glares of your once friendly neighbors who’d believed you betrayed by picking Maul over them, and of course the heat made you sweat the life from you.

And of course, it was that night when the darkness didn’t quell the oven-like heat suffocating you.

You and Maul argued. It was venomous, spiteful, hateful— but you won’t dwell on it, it doesn’t mean much anymore anyways, besides the last few words you spat at one another.

“You are an ungrateful, pathetic bitch!” Maul had roared at you, his lips pulled back in a snarl and nothing but contempt in his eyes. It had felt like a slap in the face at the time, but now when you think of that moment in all it’s infamy, you only sigh and shake your head. Maul only ever knew cruelty, how was he to act without it?

“And you are evil!” You had screamed back like some wild animal howling, sobbing so hard it sounded like shrieking. Maul only laughed, humorless and mean, and he cocked his head, palm flitting to rest on the hilt of the lightsaber that you knew could flash it’s fear-inducing red at the press of a button.

“Have you just noticed?” Maul had cooed, and that was the first time you had ever been scared of him.

“I want you out of my home, my life. I think we’d be better off alone.” How you managed to say that to him when you had been so stiff with icy dread and a wavering voice, you still don’t know.

Apparently though, it may have been the heat that hammered the final nail into the coffin because Maul left, bitterly throwing you one last insult by telling you that being in your house was like choking on magma. You didn’t say anything back, not while the fear still gripped you by the throat, but once he was gone fully that’s when you cursed his name, his bloodline, his everything. You let yourself get as angry as him in the privacy of your home, for as long as your body allowed it, and until you were shaking and raw.

And despite everything and yourself, and how much you knew he didn’t deserve that hypothetical satisfaction, you wept. But strangely, and a bit curiously, it felt more like the relief of the dry season’s long-awaited rain, not the heartbreak of the love, if any had really been there, lost.

It was comforting.

Months later, when Maul is long gone and the wistfully childish part of you daydreams, you think of all the possibilities that could have been, had the heat not been so sweltering. Maybe, in some other reality, a different timeline where different choices were made, you and Maul met when it was raining. Maybe then it could have worked out, if everything had been dampened, simpler... more cold.

But the sun shines bright, sucks all the moisture from the ground and leaves plants wilting and the freshwater low, and it means you are once again sweating in the middle of a crop field tending to the struggling new shoots.

You sigh, a long exhale from your nose, and you wipe the gathered droplets from your brow. The sun rays beam down, infinite and unforgiving, until you walk to the canopy of a tree, to the shade where they can’t touch you. The semi-coolness dimples the skin of your arms with goosebumps, and the drop in temperature is a welcome change.

You sigh again.

I think it’s time to let go of this endless summer afternoon.

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silence-burns · 3 years

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Please Hate Me //part 49

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: Based on: “Imagine having a love/hate relationship with Loki.” by @thefandomimagine Who would have thought that babysitting a god could be so much fun?

Genre: slow-burn, enemies to lovers, banter, smut

"How did we end up in here?"

The god of mischief didn't answer. Barbara, bound with thick rope on the other side of the cell, screeched, but you didn't speak owlish, so her opinion went unnoticed.

It took her a long time to calm down again, and even then the owl kept glaring at you. Whichever guard had been assigned to catching and binding her, must've had his hands torn into ribbons judging by the amount of fresh blood on her feathers and the ferocity in her eyes every time any guard passed by your cell.

"I might've miscalculated something along the road," Loki finally muttered, working on the restraints around his wrists. They'd been changed since the last time he'd had the pleasure of being thrown into that dungeon.

"There was no road. You've literally been smashed through the wall—"

"How was I supposed to know the lady was a shapeshifter!"

"You're a shifter too!"

Loki took a deep breath that did nothing to calm him down. He felt you fidgeting behind his back, trying to free yourself too.

"Listen," he said. "It's not like shifters wear a special little badge or wave a huge flag over their heads. Had I known she could turn into a celestial—"

"...and mop the floor with you…"

"—and make the extraction of the pin difficult, I'd have definitely approached things differently. Still, I'm rather proud of how well I handled the situation and we got what we came for in the end."

"We had to run. You told me to jump off of a terrace!"

Loki rolled his eyes. The handcuffs finally snapped open. "It was the quickest way down."

"But was it a good way down, Loki? Was it worth it??"

Loki grimaced. He tried to stand up, but even while moving very slowly, his thoroughly bitten bottom hurt. "No, I don't believe it was. But in my defense, I had no idea there would be fish in the pond."

"I'm pretty sure those were piranhas, but I wouldn't know since I wasn't stupid enough to jump after you."

"That's fair."

Loki freed your hands and pocketed the handcuffs. His clothes were in a bad shape, with plenty of rips that left little to the imagination about what had welcomed him in the water. It was a shame that the shields around the casino prevented him from running away on wind currents, but it was an understandable security concern that he had already exploited once.

"Why do we end up in a cell at least once a month?"

"It must be because the world cannot contain our might, darling."

You thought back to Loki's face when he got thrown through that wall. "Yeah, must be it. Should we get out?"

Loki thought back to his last visit on the Moon and a certain captain of security he might have slightly offended. "That would be wise."

While you went to check for any guards in the vicinity of your cell, Loki slung Barbara over his shoulder, not daring to loosen up her bindings. The bird writhed and wriggled within the ropes, but she didn't manage to bite him.

You took a deep breath and took the sword out of your pocket. It was a small miracle the guards didn't take it away, and it was a mistake you'd gladly exploit. The door hinges gave out quickly. Loki peeked his head out—the corridor was empty. The few torches lined along the thick stone walls did little to vanish the darkness completely, but it was enough to see.

Your footsteps kept silent, you followed Loki along the row of cells, not all of them empty.

"Listen," Loki whispered, "we have to be quick. The current captain of the guard and I had a little misunderstanding in the past, which made him unreasonably prejudiced against my humble persona and I don't really feel like facing my past today or any day, for that matter—"

He was cut off by the darkness swelling in front of him. You didn't manage to stop in time, so you slammed into Loki's back just as he beheld a man rising out of the shadows.

"I believe you have something that belongs to me," said the Hoarder.

Loki slammed the handcuffs against the Hoarder’s arm and the nearby iron torch holder. "I don't think so."

The cuffs snapped instantly. You'd never ran faster than when the roar of pure hatred echoed in the narrow corridor, successfully ruining yet another of Loki's plans.

Barbara continued to scream as you cut another corner. The alarm blared through the prison and drowned Loki's curses. Even though you were getting closer to the way out, each passing second—

A man stepped out from the shadows, but Loki never would have mistaken him for a Hoarder. It was not someone who'd ever lower himself to such pitiful, little thefts. No, Loki knew the man would rather cut off his own hand than use his skills for such pathetic matters. And use his magic-shredding sword to do it.

A deep part of Loki recoiled at the presence of the man, or rather the blade he held. The cold presence was that of an ancient thing designed to rip through all glamour, all spells the prisoners might've used to free themselves.

The captain of the guard. The very man who had banished him from the Moon, and rather rightfully so.

The man's thin lips spread in what could've turned into a smile if only Loki hadn’t thrown the furious, bloodlusted owl into his face. And loosened her bonds while doing so.

Loki pushed you forward, right under the swinging arm of the captain. Barbara tore into his face with the claws, beak, and infernal rage of the undead. The god of mischief couldn't contain his grin. Maybe getting the bird wasn't such a bad idea after all.

"Left!" Loki shouted when you neared another bend. Guards spilled into the corridor behind his back from the endless maze of the prison corridors, made narrow and chaotic specifically to prevent escaping.

But the god of chaos, the frequent visitor to the Moon before his ban and an even more frequent one afterwards, always had an ace hidden up his sleeve even when the world was tumbling down around him.

The stinging smell of sewers filled your nose as you ran in the direction he shouted.

"Wait, there's a—..."

"I know," Loki said. And pushed you headfirst into an open drain.

He followed right after you, his shoulders scraping on the tight walls and for one dreadful moment, Loki imagined getting stuck in the middle of the long, and rather disgusting, slide. His skin burned and his blood thrummed in his ears, louder than the yelling he left behind. Even if any of the guards dared to follow, they'd need to shed their spiky, iron armor first if they wanted to squeeze in.

His thoughts scattered as the slide ended abruptly, launching him directly into the wet, muddy puddle of something he'd rather not think about in too much detail.

Fists closed around his neck as you pulled him upwards with murder bright in your eyes. "Sewers?!"

"May I suggest killing me once we make it out?"

The noises of pursuit were getting louder in the disgusting, cramped space of the labyrinthine tunnels under the surface of the Moon. There were many purposes for them, and just as many entrances, so it shouldn't be a surprise the guards found another one so quickly. Still, it was a nuisance.

"Change of plans," Loki hauled you up and ran.

The thick, greenish mud splattered beneath your feet and soon you were covered in a layer of putrefying gunk.

"Do you even have a plan anymore?" You asked between breaths that burned your lungs.

"I'd prefer not to answer that question."

There was no way you'd let that slip, but before you managed to continue, you ran into a larger, open space, where water—finally not mud—was up to your knees. But the most welcome change of your current situation came in the form of slim, narrow vessels standing by one of the walls.

If you didn't know any better, you'd say they were perfect for racing in the sewers.

Loki hauled you into one of them before quickly destroying the others. The wooden planks they were made of were incredibly thin and fragile. You couldn't help but imagine them breaking during contact with a wall.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" You asked when Loki jumped back and started it.

"No," he grinned.

The vessel launched forward, pushing you back into the wood. The acceleration kicked you hard, and for a moment you forgot how to breathe. Loki maneuvered the boat in the tight spaces and turned with a wicked smile on his face and little recognition for your troubles as you slammed into the sides.

"I hate you!" You yelled over the noises of the machinery even as the light finally shone through the end of a tunnel.

Loki only laughed - a pure, lighthearted sound so at odds with all that had happened that day. But it made you smile too, even if just a little.

The exit was nearing, and the sudden light felt blinding after the dim darkness of the sewers. But even through the buzzing of the engine and the blast of air watering his eyes, Loki knew pursuit was hot on their heels.

So he took your sword, the shiny, marvelous thing, and cut through the supporting pillar just as your vessel passed by it. The sword that could cut through all did its job perfectly well.

You watched in awe as the pillar collapsed, and then the drain it was supporting gave out too, sending the stones crumbling down in a cloud of dust that only rose higher as the upper parts of the wall took damage too. Loki steered the vessel away from the casino, but even as the distance grew, you could still see the entire side of the golden building collapse, taking down two of the large balconies with their cushioned sofas and lounges. You were too far away to hear the screams and curses, but something in your guts told you your grand escape just became grander than you expected.

"Can you get double banned from the Moon?" You asked.

"...I suppose we'll soon find out."

Barbara joined your ranks after a few moments, flying with all the grace she could muster from her ruffled and rather thinned out feathers.

Loki had no idea how the short, broad-shouldered and completely silent owner of the bar knew what you needed, but the god of mischief welcomed the warm meal brought to them without a question, even in the dead of night. The only downside was the silent order for them to eat outside the bar itself, but given the state the three of them were in, it was only justified.

Barbara gurgled one fry after another as she perched on the back of one of the cheap, plastic chairs crowded around equally plastic tables. Loki and you focused on the deliciously warm meal varying from meat to spicy meat with equal hunger. New York's lights flashed all around you, making the night seem as bright as the day.

You slipped your completely drenched shoes off without stopping your eating. You dreaded the moment you'd have to put them back on. There was no point in trying to save them - no amount of washing would make you forget what you've walked on. You had a thought that had never occurred to anyone before: it would be cleaner to walk New York streets barefoot.

"That was a terrible idea," you managed to say after a few minutes of devouring the food in silence.

Loki didn't deny it. "But it worked."

You gulped the water. You'd never had something as refreshing, or at least it felt like it in your state of utter exhaustion. Loki didn't look much better. You were both filthy, although you tried not to dwell on that too much, full of scratches and bruises, and smelling worse than even Barbara with her half-rotten body. It was no wonder any and all people daring a walk in the middle of the night gave your little table a wide berth.

"I'm not doing that again," you sighed, slumping into your chair only once your plate was empty.

"Do what?"

It was not the voice you'd like to hear at that moment. Or any other, to be precise.

You pried one eye open. Thor took a free chair opposite you, dwarfing the plastic frame easily.

"Wouldn't you like to know, weather boy?" You drawled. Barbara puffed the remains of her feathers and put one clawed paw on her fries.

"It would certainly make me less suspicious and worried about my brother and his betrothed."

Loki sneered.

"Rats," you lied with a shrug.

"I didn't know you were qualified for such a noble job."

"I've been dealing with pests my whole life,' Loki gave his brother a pointed look.

Thor nodded with a small smile that did little to lift the graveness from his face. "I assume that means neither of you had anything to do with an attempted assassination of a Niflheim's ambassador? The one taking a reprieve on the Moon, and whose visit there was kept under complete secrecy?"

"How could I know if it was a secret?" Loki frowned.

Thor pointed a finger at him, as if he was very close to starting a long and incredibly tiresome rant about what precisely made all the secrets always cling to Loki, but he gave up at the last moment. Instead, he rose from his seat, making the plastic sigh in relief.

"This conversation is not over," he said by a way of goodbye. "But I need a clear head and you two need a bath first."

You waved him goodbye with the sweetest smile you could muster. Loki and you watched him swing Mjolnir and fly away.

"I think we might actually need a bath," you admitted after you made sure he was gone.

"I hate to agree with my brother, but I can't deny his words some semblance of truth."

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touchmycoat · 3 years

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qijiu bingqiu (bingliushen??) fix-it fic planning blabber

so i think i gotta keep it tight on SJ’s POV. Right before his death, he makes a deal with Xin Mo (who’s kind of a lone operator bc LBH too has to fight its power) to create this alternate timeline in exchange for his cultivation. Xin Mo can open up new dimensions no problem, and with SJ’s cultivation, it even manages to rewind the timeline. That’s not enough though—Xin Mo’s goal is only consumption, so it takes the deal but reveals there’s nothing that will actually change. The price SJ paid only opened the door.

But that’s fine, ‘cause SJ saw it coming. He also strikes another deal, this time with Death itself? Some sort of large cosmic force. The only thing he wants changed is Qi-ge’s death, and in exchange...the universe takes him. SJ will not get to exist in that second universe. SJ takes the deal.

And that’s the start of canon. SJ-as-SQQ can no longer exist. Instead, SY-as-SQQ is brought in. In order to stay cohered though, YQY’s memories and personality get a little glitched—he is physically incapable of recognizing all the ways SQQ is now not SJ. That’s why, despite SY-as-SQQ clearly being OOC, YQY never seems to see it.

Canon happens, now we’re in the post-canon world where bingqiu are married and settling down, but SQQ still kicks it with his buddies LQG and YQY every now and then. YQY still firmly believes SQQ is SJ, to SY’s increasing consternation. Is it just delusions and wishful thinking? The more YQY treats him as SJ though, the worse SY feels—he shouldn’t be stealing all this affection that doesn’t belong to him.

It all comes to head when SQQ overhears public opinion on YQY, how he’s perfect in everything but his crazy devotion to SQQ. SY thinks enough is enough. He can’t bring SJ back but he sure can tell YQY that his Xiao Jiu is dead, right? The System warns him he’ll be punished but that’s fine, it’s just not fair, SQQ can take another little mental horror trip down to BinggeLand if it means YQY can have some closure.

Except that’s not what happens. He gets YQY in private and says, “no, you don’t understand, Shen Jiu is dead.” He sees the recognition in YQY’s eyes, but he also sees the moment that recognition gets wiped. The sad smile that had fallen off of YQY’s face returns, eerily happy, as YQY says, “my apologies, Qingqiu-shidi, I must have spaced out just now, what did you say?”

Right before the System kicks him into another punishment phase, SY tries again: “Shen Jiu is dead!” He sees the recognition disappear once again from YQY’s eyes.

Inside the punishment world, Bingge has him again. “I’ve been searching for an answer to why the sniveling pathetic version of me gets you as his Shizun, and I think I figured it out.” For a moment, SY’s horrified by the possibility that Bingge has figured out his transmigrator status—if his punishment figures it out, would he be trapped inside the punishment forever? But instead, Bingge says, “Liu Qingge is still alive, meaning Shizun didn’t kill him in the spirit caves. Did his survival render such a dramatic change?” SQQ”s like “yup, yup that’s definitely it. We’re such good friends, he really changed my outlook on life, so I treated you better, mhm.”

“Shizun’s very clever then to save his own life this way. Xin Mo’s already told me about your little bargain.”

That’s how SY learns that SJ had made a deal. Holy shit, he’d thought it was just random phenomenon this whole time, but the original goods had made it all possible? He didn’t know whether to thank SJ or curse him.

But that can’t be the whole story—Xin Mo opened up a timeline, that doesn’t explain why SY is here. Bingge doesn’t know this part, but it sure feels like SJ made a second deal, paying with his life.

What would motivate the original goods to do all this? Sacrifice his hard-won cultivation and his entire existence in this last-ditch effort?

The memory of YQY’s glitching came to mind.

Holy shit. SY owns the two of them more than he’d ever thought.

After the punishment, SY goes back home. He’s with Binghe, and LBH can tell there’s something troubling him.

“Binghe, there’s something this husband wants to do, and I need your help to do it.”

“Shizun, anything.”

“...But there’s a risk it might hurt you. There’s a risk it might ruin everything. It might be straight-forward, but it also might not be. It’s safer for all of us—but especially you, Binghe—if I just let things be.”

“But it’s not something that Shizun can just let be, is it? Otherwise Shizun wouldn’t have said anything. Binghe is honored to help. Anything to ease Shizun’s mind.”

“...I promised I wouldn’t let you come to harm again, and I meant that. Whatever happens, remember that I am your husband, this is my call, and you must do whatever you need to do to protect yourself, okay? Swear to me, Binghe.”

SQQ begins figuring out how to use Xin Mo to go fetch SJ from the other timeline. He figures that if Bingge could exist in this dimension without destroying the space-time continuum, the same ought to be true for SJ. Only trouble is, he can only go get SJ after SJ’s made the deals, because otherwise it’s a paradox, and he wouldn’t exist.

So SQQ brings home limbless, post-torture!SJ. That’s where the fic starts.

By all accounts, the deals are squared: SJ no longer has cultivation and SJ died in SY’s dimension, so SY successfully exists. SJ and SY can exist in the same space totally fine, and SJ begins healing.

(Currently, the fic is completely from SJ’s POV, and very much about coming to terms with being saved and what the hell is going on in this better world.)

The trouble is, SY doesn’t know what’s going to happen when SJ meets YQY again. SJ very thoroughly declines the offer to go see YQY because part of SJ still believes this whole thing is a trick, and if he goes to see YQY he’ll ruin his end of the bargain and YQY will die again. For SY’s part, he’s afraid of SJ going to see YQY too for similar but opposite reasons—if SJ going to see YQY ruins SJ’s end of the bargain, then wouldn’t that mean SY can no longer exist? Would SY just disappear from this universe?

So we get ragtag group therapy fun times. SJ thinks this is probably all an illusion Xin Mo is tricking him with, so treats everything with scorn but also existential apathy. This actually works to his benefit because he’s not clinging to things as hard, and it’s easier for him to admit, for example, that he was definitely in the wrong for abusing LBH, and yeah he was being a spiteful bitch when he did not need to be.

SY tries to keep LBH away from SJ mostly, because c’mon, he’s not about to make his darling husband face his childhood abuser. He does explain the situation to LBH though, in the same terms that Bingge had (mis)understood it lmfao—that the act of saving LQG’s life had prompted an entire 180 on his personality so he came out of the spirit caves a better man. LBH’s jealous as fuck of course, but damn if that doesn’t explain some things. Given the opportunity to see his old and new Shizun side-by-side, LBH takes it, and really gets a moment to see how horribly he’s been treated by SQQ.

So it actually prompts some therapy between SY and LBH too. LBH used to figure that getting pushed into the Abyss was squared by SQQ sacrificing himself to save him. But ofc it turned out SQQ came back and kept on, in his perspective, trying to get away from him. Trying to leave him behind. SQQ’s tried to treat his abandonment issues by going “okay sorry about that I’ll never leave you behind again” but he’s never really explained it.

SJ’s presence gives Binghe the ability to ask the question again and gives SY an answer: shame and cowardice. They’re able to put SJ’s mistreatment of Binghe right in front of them and SY-as-SQQ gets to explain how much it hurt to look back on that bit of their past, but also how much he feared LBH's retaliation. LBH is a little hurt, but also he remembers how he’d raped SQQ under Xin Mo’s control and, looking at what’s left of SJ now, he sees his own darkest possibilities. He really did destroy the man he loves now in another timeline. That helps him contextualize SY’s fears and why SY chose to push him off the cliff.

LQG crashlands into the middle of this whole party as is his wont. He gets a little fix-it too maybe. SY very staunchly repeats the reason for his personality swap—saving LQG in that cave made him a Better Person™. Meeting the original goods again, LQG is forced to believe it. Or like, it doesn’t really matter to him either way, but now he really does see pre-cave SQQ and post-cave SQQ as two completely different people.

SJ though, has to swallow this really weird pill. He remembers trying to save LQG inside the cave but failing, and then getting blamed for LQG’s death. If he’d succeeded, he and LQG would’ve become...this close?? A life debt between them would’ve changed his outlook on life so much???

Well whatever. Now that he’s put down all his old posturing, he more readily gives his reasons for why LQG gets on his nerves so much: the insufferable confidence (arrogant prick), the skills to back it up (privileged bastard), and a flawless cultivator family with all the money and the training and the pedigree. (Meanwhile SY’s like “oh shit that’s me too hahahahah awkward, good thing he still thinks i’m him so he doesn’t just murder me immediately.)

LQG’s a little weirded out too. SY-as-SQQ is his favorite person in the world, so it’s hard to get angry at SJ-as-SQQ since they’re “the same person.” He’s more willing to talk all this out with SJ and brings up all their old beef on his side too: high-handed snootiness coupled with underhanded dick moves, also the whole sleeping-with-prostitutes thing hurting Cang Qiong’s reputation. Ofc they’re snapping at each other this whole time. “There’s no reason for you to do all that!”

SY intervenes if needed. “Actually there is.” Considering the fact that SJ gets indicted for so many things that actually turn out to be not his fault, SY figures he’ll just get it out there. “Remember Qiu Haitang’s accusations against me? I grew up a slave in that household. I grew up believing it was kill or be killed—it doesn’t make sabotaging others right, but...that’s why the Spirit Caves made such an impression on me. I learned it wasn’t just kill or be killed, I can also save people. It opened my eyes to everything I already had, and everything I should be grateful for.”

This is for both LQG and SJ. And it works, to some degree. SJ knows he managed to claw to the top of privilege, but he still felt horribly insecure there. That’s because, he realizes, he never got the thing that would actually grant him security. It's not power or money or reputation—it’s Qi-ge. Holy hell he misses Qi-ge. In anger and betrayal, he’d pushed YQY continuously out of his life, but when faced with certain death the only regret he actually had was bringing Qi-ge down with him. YQY was meant to have survived, and in this world, he did.

So now, after all that, SJ really, really wants to go see his Qi-ge. It’s nice to have survived (and gotten part of his power back—at the very beginning, SY gives one of SQQ’s eyes to SJ as a bit of his golden core in order to save SJ’s life), but it’s so damn hard to live on in this world knowing YQY is only so far away, still very deeply attached to Xiao Jiu.

They try to Cyrano it at first. SY-as-SQQ goes to YQY with SJ’s voice in his ear, telling SY how to treat YQY as him. YQY is so fucking touched and hopeful, and SY is damn uncomfortable. He goes running back to SJ and says it’s not going to work—it’s not going to work because he’s no longer Qi-ge’s Xiao Jiu. He’s Luo Binghe’s husband, okay? He can’t go back to YQY as SJ.

SJ’s fucking furious at first (what kind of shitty variation of himself saves LQG’s life and then falls out of love with Qi-ge???? bitch?????) but what can he do? LQG tells them YQY’s on his way here and SJ hides for now. They still don’t know what will happen if SJ meets YQY, so SY continues to front as SJ for now.

But during this conversation, something changes. Maybe YQY says something, but SJ realizes he’s actually a little willing to take this chance. If Qi-ge does disappear—easy, he’d just kill himself right after. He’d already experienced Qi-ge’s death twice before, and at least this time, he can follow, knowing he’s at least reconciled with Qi-ge through SY.

And if he disappears on his own, then at least he knows there’s a world in which Qi-ge does not die horribly. That’s enough for him.

That, however, leaves the very last possibility—that SY will disappear. At this point both LQG and LBH have figured this out, and are very, very reluctant to let this be the scenario. They don’t see it as two people, they see it as their version of SQQ vs. YQY’s version of SQQ.

So there’s a little tension, but in the end, SY gets the final choice. As soon as he learns SJ is willing to go see YQY, he chooses that path. He simply owes qijiu too much to deny them the possibility of reconciliation. So despite knowing he might disappear from Binghe and LQG’s life, he makes it happen.

(They should get a very painful goodbye scene.)

SY goes out to explain things. “Zhangmen-shixiong may have noticed my change since my qi deviation and the spirit caves.” “I’m happy Xiao Jiu has a brighter outlook on life.” “Yes, but I think Qi-ge, of all people, might actually prefer how I was before, right?” “If Xiao Jiu’s happy, I’m happy.” “Yes, but Shen Jiu wants you. Is that alright?” “—of course. I want Xiao Jiu too—”

SJ comes out. Everyone holds their breath.

Scene cut.

It’s said that Cang Qiong’s Sect Leader Yue Qingyuan disappeared suddenly one afternoon...

But jk, YQY just ran away with SJ, they’re recuperating in the mountains and everybody’s fine and it’s a happy ending.

#...nice #that's the whole fic planned then #sv fix-it

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yanderefangirl · 4 years

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Mate

Kars was stumped, while he didn't exactly regret getting rid most of the Pillarmen spieces, perhaps he should have spared one or two females. It was kind of hard to repopulate the Pillarmen with another male. While Kars was focused on finding the Red Stone of Aja, he knew that eventually he would have to require a suitable female to help him repopulate the Pillarmen. But so far, none of the females vampire and human were suitable enough for him. They were all too weak, too pathetic and were just completely unsuitable. So Kars just decided that for the time being he would just focus on locating the Red Stone of Stone. Who knows maybe he would get lucky and find a suitable female to breed with, along the way. But unfortunately for Kars, his plans were put on hold as he, Esidesi and Whammu became trapped in stone. (Many years later) (Y/n) was training with her Hamon teacher Straizo. She had been struggling with controlling her breathing while fighting which could be potentially dangerous, if it happened while she was facing an enemy. So Straizo had increased her training to help with this. It was tough, gruelling, hard work but it would all be worth it in the end. She needed to be an efficient fighter after all to fight and kill those horrible, awful vampires. There were few Hamon users nowadays, luckily there was a particular powerful Hamon Master living on Island near Italy called Lisa Lisa who was the adopted daughter of Master Straizo. Master Straizo had been talking recently about sending her (Y/n) to the island Master Lisa Lisa was living on and having Master Lisa Lisa train her from now on. (Y/n) could understand where he was coming from. However it was kind of upsetting that Master Straizo thought that she was so helpless that he thought it was pointless for him to continue to train her. But she knew better than to protest, he was a Master Hamon user after all. Surely he must have a good reason to send her to Master Lisa Lisa. Suddenly (Y/n) was pulled from her thoughts and found herself nearly being hit with Master Straizo's incoming Hamon attack, luckily she managed to dodge the attack just in time. But judging by the expression on Straizo's face, it wasn't good enough. He halted the training and begun scolding (Y/n). "(Y/n), you can't ever take your mind off your opponents. That can and will result in a fatal mistake. This is the third time this week you have become distracted during training." Straizo spoke softly with no hint of anger in his voice but with clear disappointment reaking from his eyes. (Y/n) bowed her head in shame. "I am sorry Master Straizo. I won't let happen again. I promise." She said apologizing sincerely. "You are correct (Y/n) that won't happen again. I have made up my mind, from now you will be training with Lisa Lisa. I am sending you to her island tomorrow. Gather your personal belongings (Y/n) and make sure you have everything. You will not be returning here." Master Straizo ordered quickly, refusing to allow (Y/n) or his other two students to say anything in protest. "Do I make myself clear?" He finished talking and shoot (Y/n) a fierce glare. (Y/n) just sadly nodded her head and went to her room to pack up. She could hear the other two students protesting but Master Straizo shoot down all of their arguments and protests. When (Y/n) arrived at her room, she started packing while softly tearing to herself. The next day (Y/n) found herself on a plane to Italy. She can't believe that she was actually leaving the Hamon Temple forever. It had been her home since her parents had been murdered by a vampire when she was only 5 years old. She had been taken by Master Straizo and the other Hamon Master. Master Straizo had personally trained her for 13 years. He had been a strict, no nonsense, straight to the point but fair teacher. Master Straizo had never went easy on her or had held back. He had treated her like another student, although there were times Master Straizo gave her little treats and allowed her to stop training early. She was going to miss Master Straizo and the others but Master Straizo had been firm in his decision and refused to be wavered. He had been nice enough to personally escort (Y/n) to the airport and had surprisingly hugged her when they were saying their goodbyes and had waved at her when the airport started taking off. It was nice to know that Master Straizo had cared about her. (Y/n) wondered what kind of teacher Master Lisa Lisa was. Was Lisa Lisa gonna be like Master Straizo or would she be more gentle? (Y/n) just hoped that Master Lisa Lisa would be able to help her control her breathing properly. She also slightly was curious about what kind of person Master Lisa Lisa was. (Y/n) soon realized that she shouldn't focus on it, Master Lisa Lisa would be her teacher and (Y/n) would be meeting Master Lisa Lisa in good time. So she instead decided to read one of her favorite books, while she was waiting for the plane to land in Italy. Even though she had read the book (f/b) many times before, it was still one of her favorites. All too soon, the plane landed in Italy and (Y/n) had to gathered up her belongings and managed to make her way to Master Lisa Lisa's island. There she met Master Lisa Lisa, Master Loggins, Master Messina, Caesar Zeppeli Master Lisa Lisa's student and Suzie Q Lisa Lisa's maid. Master Lisa Lisa or rather Coach Lisa Lisa as she liked to be called was strict and no nonsense teacher who didn't hold back against any of her students but she did treat both (Y/n) and Caesar with respect. Coach Lisa Lisa managed to help (Y/n) with her breathing problem, so she was able to control her breathing more easily whenever she was fighting. Caesar was at first kind of hard to approach, but he was a pretty nice, friendly and down to earth guy. Caesar was also kind of a casanova, and at times would flirt and tease with (Y/n). (Y/n) would always return the favor back to Caesar but it was all in good faith and the two were just really good friends. (Y/n) wasn't sure what to think about Master Loggins and Master Messina, as she had only met the two briefly, but they seemed nice enough as it were. Suzie Q was a complete sweetheart, who won't hurt a fly. Suzie Q and (Y/n) quickly became fast friends. They would chat constantly about random topics and often had silly little sleepovers together, staying up late to read books, tell each other stories and just talk. (Y/n)'s life was good that was until she heard the news that Master Straizo had used a stone mask to become a vampire and had tried to kill a man named Robert E.O Speedwagon head of the Speedwagon Foundation and had successfully killed the two students, he had brought with him. (Y/n) was completely distraught that Master Straizo who had practically raised her, would do something so horrible like that and that the students who had been her closest friends were now dead. She didn't know how Coach Lisa Lisa was handling the news or how it was affecting her as Coach Lisa Lisa was able to hide her emotions under a mask. (Y/n) did give Coach Lisa Lisa a hug and told Coach Lisa Lisa she was sorry for her lost. Coach Lisa Lisa seemed touched by her concern and told (Y/n) that anytime she wanted to talk about what had happened or just about anything (Y/n) could always talk to her anytime (Y/n) wanted to. (Y/n) and Caesar had sent to meet Robert E.O. Speedwagon and his friend Joseph Joestar to ask about what exactly had happened and apparently Joseph Joestar was a Hamon User who was pretty talented but had no prior training. (Y/n) was honestly curious about Robert E.O. Speedwagon and his friend Joseph Joestar. She wondered about Joseph Joestar and what kind of person he was. She talked to Caesar about Joseph and Caesar got slightly jealous and said that he must be a real idiot. (Y/n) was surprised by his reaction. Caesar didn't usually act like this. She hoped that Caesar wouldn't act like this when they actually met Robert E.O Speedwagon and Joseph Joestar. Currently they were at a nearby restaurant, waiting for Robert E.O. Speedwagon and Joseph Joestar to arrive. A random lady had approached them when they had entered and said that they were a cute couple which caused (Y/n) to explain that they won't actually a couple and they were actually just friends and that Caesar was actually single. To which the lady immediately jumped on and asked Caesar if he would like to join her for a meal to which Caesar after making sure that it was okay with (Y/n), joined the lady for lunch. (Y/n) went to sit by herself at a table near a window. She gave her order to the waiter and was looking out the window while she was waiting for her food to come when she heard someone loudly and rudely complaining about their food. (Y/n) looked over and saw a brown haired British sounding man yelling at the poor waiter for the color of his food but the waiter calmly delt with the situation and explained why his food was that color. The man actually tried his food and seemed to enjoy it because after he did, the man quickly apologized to the waiter for his behavior. She didn't know why he had been acting like before, he was probably dealing with a lot of stress or something. Etheir way she wasn't going to get involved. Caesar on the other hand, seemed extremely annoyed by the man's behavior and proceeded to make a snide comment at the man who got pissed and to her surprise used Hamon to fling some of his pasta at Caesar who was kissing the lady he was with. Caesar without even looking up evaded the man's pasta Hamon attack using his fork and sent the pasta Hamon attack back to the man who seemed startled by this, barely had enough time to use his wine glass to be able block the pasta Hamon attack. The whole situation happened and was dealt with in under five minutes, but it was still pretty shocking to (Y/n) that someone would actually attack with Hamon other person in public for a kind of petty reason. But then a older gentleman came up and introduced himself as Robert E.O. Speedwagon and then introduced the other man as Joseph Joestar. Caesar seemed uncharacteristically dismissive of Joseph Joestar and then explained that his grandfather had fought alongside Joseph's grandfather and died and crisetzed Joseph for not knowing about his family's history which hurt (Y/n)'s feelings as she was also unaware of her family's history thanks to her parent's brutal deaths but Caesar quickly noticing how upset she was about what he had said apologized to her. Joseph Joestar turned to (Y/n) and waved to her, shooting her a smile and asked "Who is this lovely lady?" (Y/n) stood up and walked over to Caesar, Mr Speedwagon and Joseph and shook hands with Mr Speedwagon and Joseph while saying "It's nice to meet you Mr Speedwagon and Joseph Joestar I am (Y/n) (l/n). I am 18 years old and I am also a Hamon user. We were sent here by our Coach to greet you." After she shook hands with Mr Speedwagon and Joseph Joestar, she politely bowed then returned back to her table where her food was being served. She ate her food while Joseph and Caesar fought outside then once she was finished paid for her meal then went outside and told off the pair for acting like children. She would never understand why most men would insist on fighting like cats and dogs. That night, Mr Speedwagon, Joseph or JoJo as he liked to be called, Caesar and (Y/n) were being driven by Mark Caesar's German friend to where some German soldiers had some mysterious and strange statues. According to Joseph and Mr Speedwagon, they had met and fought with a man who had came from a similar statue but had barely managed to defeat him which worried (Y/n) greatly but Caesar had reassured her that they could handle it. Caesar had gently teased Mark about his girlfriend who Mark revealed to be his now fiance. Caesar then nearly caused a car crash in trying to show the photo of Mark's fiance to JoJo and Speedwagon. But they luckily somehow managed to make it to their destination without so much as a starch. They all climbed out of the car and walked down a eerie and weird cave, stepping on what they first thought was bat droppings but to their shock and horror discovered it was actually the dead bodies of the German soldiers. Then out of the darkness came three scantily dressed muscled handsome men and started walking towards them. Mark who was extremely shaken up by the state of his fallen comrades tried to ran away only for one of the men to walk pass and she didn't even know how to explain what she saw but one second Mark was complete the next half of his body was missing. The worst part of this? He didn't die straight away so Caesar had to mercy kill him. (Y/n) let out a squel of horror at this sight which caused all three men to turn and stare at her. The men then for some reason sniffed the air and must have smelt something good as they all smiled rather creepily then begun talking. The one with strange and weird things on his body spoke first "So it seems one of the females was able to escape and breed with one of those inferior humans." Then another one nodded his head and said "This girl must be her descendent. What should we do with her Master Kars?" They both turned to the last one who had his head warped in a scarf who (Y/n) guessed was Kars thought for a while while staring at (Y/n) then licked his lips and spoke "Whammu Bring the girl with us. She will be useful later." The one who was Whammu nodded his head and stepped towards (Y/n) who instantly went on the defensive. Caesar upon hearing this, already upset over Mark's death reacted with immediate anger and attacked Whammu. Whammu managed to fight back against Casear and revealed that he, Kars and Esidesi knew about Hamon users and had actually fought against them before. They seemed to imply that they had killed most of the Hamon users they had met. When it seemed like Caesar was on the verge of death. (Y/n) immediately stepped in and fought Whammu to protect. But (Y/n) even though was focusing on the fight, she wasn't really focusing on the words being spoken at the moment. All she think about what they had said about her. (Y/n) was descended from a pillar woman? Part of her was the same species as these monsters? Surely it can't be true right? They must be mistaken or maybe they were lying. (Kars' POV) Kars was watching Whammu fight the blonde haired male who was trying avenge his fallen friend and protect the beautiful girl whom he referred to as (Y/n). (Y/n) what a lovely name for a equally lovely girl. She had beautiful (h/c) (h/l) (h/s) hair with perfect (e/c) eyes and stunning (s/c) skin and she had a unwavering fighting spirit, judging how she had positioned her body when Whammy had approached. While Kars had been slightly uncertain about her worthiness to be the one to help him repopulate the Pillarmen species. His doubts were dashed by watching the way she fought Whammu. She was a skilled fighter though she wasn't as skilled as Kars himself, Whammu and Esidesi. She was still pretty skilled and looked stunning while she was fighting, her focused expression, her amazing and unique movements and the way her beautiful body moved. Kars could feel himself getting slowly turned on watching this beautiful (Y/n) fight. He really wanted to tear her clothes off and fuck her senseless and breed her with the next generation of the Pillarmen species but Kars knew that if he attempted something like that right now, the males that were with her wouldn't allow that and Kars wasn't really in mood to fight. Soon it became obvious that (Y/n) was losing but she refused to back down. Whammu was slightly holding back as he was aware what exactly Kars wanted (Y/n) for but was treating (Y/n) with honor and respect. (Y/n) ended up nearly collapsing due to sheer exhaustion. One of the males upon noticing this started coughing which temporarily distracted the Pillarmen and allowed the blonde haired to grab (Y/n) and carry her behind the coughing brown haired male and the older male. When Kars noticed the blonde haired male touching and carrying (Y/n), he felt rage and jealous spread through out his body. How dare that interior pathetic male think he was worthy to touch the beautiful amazing (Y/n). He wanted to go over that and tear him from limb to limb and watch the light fade from his eyes but Kars somehow managed to control his temper and just shoot a death glare at the blonde haired male who didn't seem to notice this. The coughing brown haired male then claimed he was coughing because of his Hamon and attacked Whammu with what he called were Clackers or rather tried to attack Whammu and instead hit himself in the head with the Clackers. The older male and the blonde haired male called the coughing brown haired JoJo and he called the older male Speedwagon and the blonde haired male Caesar. Kars saw to his anger and jealously that Caesar was still holding onto the stunning (Y/n) tightly and Kars decided right there and then that he personally hated Caesar and the first chance he got, he would painfully and brutally kill Caesar and laughing while he committing the act. Kars was so preoccupied with imagining how to kill Caesar and fucking (Y/n) over Caesar's dead body that he didn't notice that Whammu had apparently killed JoJo at least he didn't notice at first. But then Kars noticed that JoJo wasn't actually dead and was seemily trying to get away like a coward which shocked his comrades. Whammu noticed this and got pissed at JoJo but to Kars' surpise it turned out that JoJo was actually planning on this and lured Whammu onto a mine cart and managed to get a mine cart to move away from everyone. Kars and Esidesi then focused their attention on Speedwagon, Caesar and (Y/n). Kars spoke first "Now if you would be so kind and hand over (Y/n) to us and we can carry on our merry way." Caesar pushed (Y/n) behind him, glaring at Kars and Esidesi. "You aren't taking her anywhere. You already killed one of my friends. I won't let you hurt another one of my friends you bastards." He growled at them. Even Speedwagon was standing in front of (Y/n) in some feeble attempt to protect her. Kars closed his eyes and took a deep breathe and breathed in (Y/n)'s alluring and addicting scent. God she smelt so fucking good. He could smell her Pillarmen or rather Pillarwomen blood and her hormones. She was fertile and ready to be breed. He would treat her like a Queen. "Hand her over or we will take her." Esidesi bruntly stated. Kars could see her peeking behind Speedwagon and Caesar and smiled at her. It was adorable how she was acting right now. Both Speedwagon and Caesar just glared at Esidesi and Kars without saying a word but giving their answer. Kars was pissed at their behavior. How dare they try to keep (Y/n) from him. Didn't they know she belonged to him? But he realized that he could use this to his advantage. He signled to Esidesi to stand down. Then he calmly walked up to Speedwagon, Caesar and (Y/n) and said "For now you (Y/n) will allowed to stay with them but don't get comfortable because we will be coming for you (Y/n)." Kars then proceeded to leave closely followed by Esidesi. They found Whammu and JoJo outside with JoJo on the ground and Whammu standing above talking about something. Esidesi went over and joined in the conversation and they placed their poison rings into Joseph's body.(Yes this actually happened in the show) Esidesi did ask Kars if he also wanted to join in on their little bet. Kars declined then they all left. Over the course of a couple of weeks Kars sent Whammu to stalk (Y/n) and learn everything he could about her, because Kars wanted to know everything about (Y/n) after she was going to be his mate and mother of his children. It was important to Kars that he knew everything about (Y/n) so that he could treat her like the Queen that she was. The more he found out about (Y/n), the more he fall in love with her and he just wanted to found her and just keep her with him forever. He discovered her favorite books and her favorite colors and found out what her likes and dislikes were and all of her little habits and quirks. He loved everything about her. It was getting harder and harder each day to resist the temptations of his beautiful (Y/n). Kars can't wait to get his hands on (Y/n) and show her what she meant to him. ( (Y/n's) POV ) (Y/n) was on her way to bed after she had finished her training for the day. Ever since she, JoJo and Caesar had met the Pillarmen, (Y/n) was shaken up by what they had said, so she would sometimes go to bed early. Coach Lisa Lisa was kind enough allow her to do this. After they had met the Pillarmen, JoJo Caesar and (Y/n) met up with Coach Lisa Lisa. Coach Lisa Lisa placed a weird breathing mask onto JoJo's face then brought them all to her island. Coach Lisa Lisa had first made them climb The Hell Climb Pillar to test them then had Master Loggins and Master Messina train them. The training was difficult and Master Loggins and Master Messina were relentless. But she understood that this was all for their own good, JoJo on the other hand hated every second of their training and won't stop complaining about their training. She understood that he was just stressed about the rings inside his neck and heart that would dissolve and kill him unless he got the antidote from Whammu and Esidesi. She hoped that JoJo would be alright, he may not be the nicest guy she knew but she definitely considered him a friend. She would hate for something to happen him. (Y/n) crawled into her bed and snuggled under her blankets and her favorite book and placed it down next to her bed and fell asleep unaware of the eyes watching her patiently waiting for her to fall asleep. When (Y/n) woke up, she found herself in her bra and underwear, tied up and gagged in a strange and mysterious bed and in a room she haven't ever seen before. She looked around the strange room scared and terrified, there was several bookshelves filled with books, the walls were painted with her favorite colors, there were four soft chairs with multiple cushions, the curtains were drewed shut, there were multiple candles all light in candleholders, there was a waredora, there was also a few deskers and drawers around the room and then (Y/n) finally noticed Kars was sitting in one of the chairs reading a book. Her eyes widened upon seeing Kars, she didn't know why she haven't noticed him before, she started to hyperventilate remembering how he acted when they had first met and the way he had looked at her. (Y/n) begun struggled and tried to get out of her restraints, which caused Kars to look up from the book he was reading, he smiled creepily at her and proceeded to mark the page he was on and placed the book down on a small table next to the chair. (Y/n) could feel her heart began to race out of sheer fear. She couldn't use her Hamon, thanks to the gag. What was Kars going to do to her? (Kars' POV) Kars had been reading one of (Y/n)'s favorite books while he was waiting for her to wake up. It was hard not to tear her clothes off and just fuck her unconscious body but Kars decided he wanted (Y/n) to be conscious so they could share with the pleasure. Kars upon hearing (Y/n) moving around on the bed, looked up from his book and smiled at her. She looked so adorable with the fear in her eyes and her non stop struggling to break out of her restraints. She was acting like a scared little rabbit when she should be acting like a queen. He would treat her like the queen she was and give everything she could ever want and the two of them would rule over this world. Kars after he placed the book down, walked over to the bed which caused (Y/n) to increase her struggling and he could faintly hear her muffled begging and pleading. Kars igroned her begging and pleading, because he knew that (Y/n) loved him, she was just being difficult and playing hard to get. She just needed to see how perfect they were for each other and how much Kars loved her, then she love Kars. Maybe she would love Kars as much as Kars loved (Y/n). He certainly hoped so. Kars rubbed his hands all over (Y/n)'s bare legs, loving the feeling of her smooth perfect legs. "Hello my love. I hoped you slept well. You are going to need your strength because you are going to help me repopulate the Pillarmen species and we will create a new stronger, powerful, beautiful generation." Kars' words caused (Y/n)'s eyes widened and she seemed to be trying to somehow wiggle out of her restraints and now he could hear her muffled screaming. He cooed and purred at her, while crawling on top of (Y/n) kissing up her body as he did so. When he reached her gagged mouth, he pushed the gag gently into her mouth and kissed her roughly. (Y/n) attempted to move her head away from him, which made Kars growl and grip her chin tightly to prevent her head from moving. "Now, now, now, my darling stop being so difficult and stubborn. And just relax and enjoy this my darling." Kars then licked and sucked on her neck, gently biting her neck every so often. He carefully pushed up her bra, playing with and sucking her breasts. He could hear her faint and muffled moans despite her feeble attempts to cover up her wonderful moans of pleasure and chuckled. His right hand slide down her body into her panties and found to his delight that she was aroused and her pussy was getting wet, so Kars slide her panties down her beautiful and smooth legs and he slipped one of his fingers inside of her pussy and fingered her wet and right pussy, then Kars added another finger to prepare her pussy for his huge throbbing cock. He didn't want to hurt his darling too badly after all. Kars then would add another finger and another until finally, he was fisiting his darling's pussy. He could tell by the way she was acting that she was on the verge of a orgasm, so Kars went down her body and licked and sucked on her pussy while fisting her pussy until finally she orgasmed all over his fist and mouth. Kars eagerly licked up her sweet and tasty juices from his fist while finding out to his joy that (Y/n) was still a virgin, making sure to keep eye contact with (Y/n) the entire time. Once Kars had licked up all of her juices off his fist, he reached down and removed his liencloth. "Now darling, its time for the main event. I am going to breed the next generation into you and you are never going to leave unless you want your precious and beloved friends to die by my hand." Kars growled as he rubbed his cock against her entrance. Then Kars positioned himself and slowly but surely pushed his cock into her virgin pussy, forcing (Y/n) to make eye contact with him the entire time. He could hear muffled whimpers and faint moans and could see the tears running down her face. Kars leaned down and kissed her tears away while roughly thrusting his cock into her. Kars' primal instincts took over and he went harder, deeper and faster. He continued to thrust as deep as he could into (Y/n) and felt his cock hit her womb which caused her to release more muffled and faint moans. Kars reached down and pulled her gag off of her mouth and shoved his tongue inside of her mouth. His tongue explored the inside of her mouth and wrestled with her tongue which fought for domtance. Kars continued to thrust into (Y/n) while he kissed her, making sure to hit that spot that made her moan so beautifully. Eventually Kars felt his own orgasm building up and increased the pace of his thrusts. He would only stop kissing (Y/n), so that she could breathe then once she had caught her breath, he would instantly deep kissed her again. Kars upon feeling himself on the verge pf orgasm, proceeded to grip her sides tightly and growled into her mouth as he released his seed inside of her pussy. He knew that his seed would travel to her fertile womb and fertilize her womb. Kars kept his cock inside of her pussy and wrapped his arms around her. He looked at (Y/n)'s face only to see that she had passed out. Kars smiled and shook his head at this. Her human side made her soft, but Kars found that he didn't care about that all that he cared about was the fact that he had found his perfect mate and he would never let her go.

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Title: I Had to Train my Demon to be Demonic Characters: Charlie Magne, Vaggie, Lucifer Magne (briefly mentioned) Ship: Charlie/Vaggie Rating: T (literally just because of the swearing & implied violence)

Summary: "I thought demons were supposed to be... well, demons. Demonic. Evil. You're none of those!"

"I-I'm trying my best!"

AU where human!Vaggie summons a demon, expecting an all-powerful, cruel entity to make a deal with. Instead, she gets Charlie. Things do not go as planned.

Everything had gone according to plan. The summoning circle, the weird chanting, the candles, it had all worked out in Vaggie's favor. She'd successfully summoned a demon. A real, genuine demon from Hell.

There was just one problem. It didn't look like a demon.

"Wh..." She squinted, confusion filling her eyes. "What the hell?"

In the center of the candles she had set up sat a woman. She was nothing like what her summoner was expecting; in fact, long, blonde hair, pure white skin, rosy red cheeks, and an adorable puppy-like nose was the complete opposite of what she had been expecting.

The demon blinked, her wide, yellow eyes growing bigger at the question of the mortal before her. “What? What’s wrong?” She sounded genuinely concerned, even going as far as to lean forward and look the human before her up and down.

“I...” Vaggie gulped, almost afraid to respond. What if it was a trick? “You’re a demon? You?”

“Do I not look like one?”

“Not at all! You have no horns, no fangs, barely any claws.” She paused for a moment, frowning before continuing. “I’m sorry. It’s just, well, I thought demons were supposed to be...well, demons. Demonic. Evil. You're none of those!"

"I-I'm trying my best!" the demon retorted, only to glare down at the floor in frustration. "I mean...silence, mortal! Speak to me your...darkest desires?" She looked unsure of what she was saying. "Tell me, what is your name?"

The woman hesitated for a moment. "Please, just call me Vaggie. I hate my full name."

Vaggie? What an...odd name. She extended her hand towards Vaggie, claws reflecting the light of the candles as she did so. "My name is Charlie. Tell me what you desire of me."

They stared at one another for a moment, unspoken hesitation becoming very present. Vaggie began to hold her hand out, but quickly retracted it out of instinct. "Don't you think I should explain to you what I'm doing before we go making deals?"

"Deals?" Charlie looked down at her hand. It took a few seconds, but she soon realized what she meant. "O-Oh, no! I'm sorry!" She pulled her hand back quickly, placing it over her other one as her pale face reddened in embarrassment. "I was just trying to be friendly. You know, like, when you meet someone new, and you shake their hand? I promise, it wasn't a deal handshake...but I understand if you don't trust me."

Vaggie couldn't believe it. She found herself smiling slightly, amused by the adorable being before her. "I want to get revenge on a group of men," she began, her gaze slowly shifting downward. Charlie tilted her head, listening as her summoner continued. "They've wronged me in ways I don't feel comfortable speaking about. But I'm not strong enough to do it myself."

"That's why I'm here, right?"

She nodded, some of her long, dark hair falling into her face. "Yes. Please, kill them. I know that's probably really easy for a demon, but, that's all I ask. I have no desire for wealth or power or anything. Just revenge."

"Just revenge?" Charlie echoed, attempting to get everything straight in her head.

Another nod, confirming her order and solidifying her terror. Oh no, she thought, shoulders tensing slightly. I'm not a revenge demon! I really should get her someone better suited for this kind of thing...

"They hang out in the abandoned building a few miles down the road. If they aren't there, wait for them. I don't know where they live." Vaggie stared straight ahead of herself, eyeing Charlie curiously. "Is that good enough?"

Without thinking, Charlie nodded. Great, now she had to go through with it. "Y-Yes, yes, that's enough! Don't worry, Vaggie, I'll take care of it."

"Good. So..." She fiddled with her hair nervously. "What do you want of me in return?"

"I..." She tapped her claws together nervously. I can't just say nothing. Dad would be disappointed. But I don't necessarily want her soul, that's too much... "I haven't decided yet. I'll let you know once I've taken care of them...sound fair?"

Vaggie shrugged. "Fair enough." She stood, brushing some of the dirt from the floor off of her knees. "I'll...wait here, I guess? Come back whenever you're finished."

"I shall," she replied, hoping she sounded intimidating, even if only slightly. With a snap of her fingers, the circle below her glowed brightly, enough to blind a man if he were to look directly at it and, suddenly, she was gone, as if she'd never been there at all.

The room fell into an awkward silence. Slowly, Vaggie sat down at her kitchen table, unsure of what to do. I guess it's only a matter of time, now, she thought, tapping her fingers eagerly as she awaited her demon's return.

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A few hours had passed. After one had gone by, Vaggie had become worried. What if Charlie had bailed on her? Oh, she was livid at the idea of that, but really, what could she do in that situation? Summon another demon? No, that wouldn't do anything, that much she was certain of. Apparently, at some point, she'd become close to falling asleep, because when the room was illuminated by bright light, she hardly noticed. It was only when the sound of distraught sobbing filled her ears that she sat up. "What...?" Vaggie sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and popping her back as she did so. The scene before her was...the complete opposite of what she had been expecting.

Charlie was back in the circle she had been summoned in, only this time she was in a tight ball, her knees pulled to her chest as she continued to sob. Tears rushed down her cheeks, and her desperate attempts at wiping them away only seemed to cause more to come. Instinct took over now; Vaggie was out of the chair in mere second, standing in front of the demon with a concerned expression overtaking her previously confused one. "Charlie? What's wro-"

She didn't get a chance to finish her sentence. In seconds, Charlie was on her, hands grasping at her aimlessly, as if trying to find balance. "Whoa! Whoa, what the fuck?" Vaggie placed her own hands on the demon's waist, attempting to steady her. Seconds after, she was latched onto her, crying louder than she had been beforehand. Her grip was strong, but not violent, something Vaggie was extremely grateful for. There was no telling how easily she could be ripped apart.

"I-I'm sorry!" Charlie whimpered, choking on her sobs as she attempted to speak. "I couldn't do it, I f-fucked up!"

Vaggie blinked in confusion. "You...couldn't do it?"

She shook her head. "No, I couldn't! I didn't even scare them!" Charlie struggled to pry herself away, but managed to do so enough to look her summoner in the eyes. "I'm not intimidating, Vaggie. I don't know what I'm doing, I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

Well, this was an unexpected turn of events. Who would have thought a demon wouldn't be intimidating?

"What did you do?" she asked softly, hoping to avoid upsetting Charlie anymore than she already was.

"W-Well, I started out by just yelling at them and threatening them...but they didn't take me seriously! And then I got frustrated... so I tried to attack them! I backed out mid swing though, and they started making fun of me, so...I panicked and fled..." By this point, she had calmed down a bit, with only a few stray tears making their way down her face.

"Aw, hon..." Vaggie reached up and wiped the remaining tears from the demon's eyes. She genuinely felt sorry for her. "You did your best! You just need to be more confident."

Another whimper escaped Charlie. "H-How do I do that?"

She paused for a moment. "I could show you, maybe. As long as you follow through with my request for revenge afterward."

"Really? You'd do that?"

Vaggie nodded, offering a gentle smile. "Yeah. Do we have a deal?" She extended her hand towards Charlie, who gulped in response to the gesture.

"Wait, you want to make this a deal?" Her eyes widened when Vaggie nodded again. "You're sure? Absolutely sure? I've never...made a deal before. B-But I know how they work! You'll be bound to me, your soul will go to hell when you die...is that really what you want?"

A pause, and then Vaggie replied, "It isn't necessarily what I want, but...I've already done horrible things. I'm probably going there anyway." She shrugged, smirking to herself. "What's the harm in knowing I have a demon buddy waiting for me on the other side?"

For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, Charlie smiled. She grasped Vaggie's hand, nodding as she did so. "It's a deal."

Though nothing physically happened, something felt different. Like the universe was aware of the agreement made between demon and mortal. A moment or so consisting of the two simply staring at one another passed, as they were unsure of what to do now. Slowly, Vaggie pulled her hand back, Charlie following suit. "So, uh...how do we start this?" Charlie questioned.

"Pretend I'm one of the men. I mean, don't hurt me, but act as if you'd want to." Vaggie stepped away from her. "Picture one of them in your head. It doesn't matter which one. Just...really focus on it."

Charlie closed her eyes for a moment. She took a deep breath, and when she opened them, she could almost see one of them. The tallest of the men, who was eye level with her; he was the one who had started going at her.

"Pathetic! You call yourself a demon? Well I hate to break it to ya, sweetcheeks, but you ain't no damn demon."

More thoughts poured into Charlie's mind. She looked as if she were about to start crying again, but regardless, she balled her hands into fists and yelled, "I am a demon, damn it!"

"Prove it," Vaggie instructed, going along with Charlie's sudden outburst.

Flames rose around her suddenly, coming dangerously close to making contact with her skin. She forced herself to look past them, however, instead favoring looking at Charlie, watching as her appearance rapidly changed. Her eyes looked wild, almost like a feral cat, and she had a wicked smile on her face, showing off a mouthful of long, sharp fangs. Her hair had seemingly broken free of its restraint and appeared to be floating, kind of like how Vaggie pictured the snakes atop Medusa's head would act. To top it all off, a pair of long horns, almost goat-like in nature, had sprouted from the top of her skull.

"Is this enough proof for you, jackass!?" Charlie held up a single hand, revealing her elongated claws, and chuckled softly. "It's time for you to pay for what you've done!" She lunged towards Vaggie, claws pointed for her face and throat.

Oh shit, oh shit! Vaggie tensed up, convinced Charlie had lost her mind and now actually thought her to be one of the men she was supposed to kill. She covered her face with her arms and screwed her eyes shut, hoping to at least soften the blow. However, at the very last second, Charlie stopped, her claws only mere inches from her summoner's arms. Surprised, Vaggie's eyes snapped open, and she lowered her arms slightly in order to make eye contact.

"Was that good?" Charlie asked. The flames died down at the same time her appearance returned to its normal, adorable one. Her big eyes seemed to be full of hope, something that caused Vaggie to smile in amusement.

"That was perfect," she replied, gently grabbing a hold of the clawed hands before her. "I think you'll be fine. Just don't hesitate to actually hit them. They're not me. Go nuts. You got it?"

Eagerly, Charlie nodded. "Yes! Thank you, I won't disappoint you again!"

Before Vaggie could reply, her demon was gone, the blinding light of what she could only assume to be a portal appearing and disappearing within three seconds. She found herself smiling at the thought of what was about to happen, and the fact she had just essentially taught a demon how to...well, how to be a demon. This was certainly not how she had expected everything to go, yet she wouldn't change a single thing, if given the chance.

Only a few minutes at best passed this time around. Charlie reappeared in the living room, her hair undone and part of her suit smoking. Despite this, she was smiling, obviously proud of what she had just done. Vaggie stepped toward her, her hands behind her back. "Well?" She started, tilting her head. "How'd it go this time?"

"Great!" Charlie beamed. She threw her hands into the air and let out an excited squeal. "I really showed them, I think. Though, I don't know how I feel about them joining me in hell..."

Vaggie patted her back lightly. "Oh, don't worry about them," she mumbled. They pulled apart as Vaggie continued. "I'm sure they won't forget who put them there, let alone try to fight you or anything. And I mean, if they do, so what? Kick their asses again, baby!"

A laugh erupted from Charlie. "Yeah, I guess you're right." She clapped her hands together. "Thank you, Vaggie. I'm uh, I'm sorry I failed you the first time..."

"Hey, don't apologize. You did super well."

For a while, the two of them simply stared at one another. Charlie rocked back and forth on her heels, rubbing the back of her head as she began to speak. "So...I guess I'll see you later?" she asked, biting her lower lip anxiously. Vaggie nodded.

"Yeah." She tapped the tips of her fingers together. "Hey, when I eventually do get to Hell...um, how will I find you?"

Charlie giggled. "Trust me, it won't be hard. Don't worry about it. But, if for some reason you really struggle...I guess just, uh, ask around? Yeah, just ask about Charlie Magne."

"Just ask...anyone?"

"Pretty much! I mean, depending on who you ask, you'll get some...not so great answers. But they'll still know who you're talking about. Just trust me! You'll find me one way or another, I know it."

After a little while, Vaggie nodded, a reassured smile crossing her lips. "Ask about Charlie Magne. I'll remember that."

"Good!" Charlie stepped back into the circle that had originally summoned her. She placed her hands on her hips and grinned awkwardly. "I suppose I should return home...my parents will probably get worried. Or maybe they won't. But I don't want to chance that." She offered an awkward, warm smile. "Bye," she quickly said, her voice barely above a whisper. Vaggie could only wave before the demon snapped her fingers, disappearing back into her own realm.

Once she was gone, Vaggie felt off. She held her arms, as if to give herself a hug. There were so many emotions flooding her head. Mostly, she felt alone and happy at the same time. She had very quickly formed some kind of attachment to Charlie, though currently, she was unable to tell if it were romantic or platonic. God damn, she thought, I'm really going to have to wait a while to figure that out. Of course, in reality, if she wanted to see her again that badly, she could always try to summon her back. Why risk not summoning Charlie specifically, though? No. It would be better to be patient and wait. So, for the time being, Vaggie pushed her thoughts to the back of her mind, opting instead to focus on the remainder of her mortal life.

Besides, she would have all of eternity to deal with her potential feelings for Charlie Magne.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfic #fanfic #writing #chaggie #charlie magne #vaggie #varlie #alex writes #wow my first fic for this series woo!

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El Amor Todo Lo Puede Chapter 42: Teamwork

Source: @rawresparza

Chapters 1-40 Chapter 41

The guy had been weaving his contorted way through every questioning technique they’d tried on him. None of them had been able to build rapport with him. Threats, promises, and intimidation didn’t work. Role-playing had failed entirely because he’d seen through it instantly. He was intuitive in the extreme; he could spot a weakness or sore spot instantly from the slightest clue. Once he did, he would use it to slash at the person so that, rather than continuing to press the questioning, they would recoil to defend themselves. It was classic manipulative narcissist behavior, and the squad had been watching him do it successfully for over six hours. Nothing was working with him. They were all tired, seriously pissed off at him, and frustrated.

The worst part was that they knew he was enjoying the game. He hadn’t asked for a lawyer because any lawyer would have ended the interrogation, and he wasn’t done sporting with them yet. But they could not stop. If they let him go, it was entirely likely that they’d never get a hold of him again, and a dead certainty that he would go back to victimizing pretty much every woman who had the misfortune of meeting him. They couldn’t arrest him without more evidence, so they had to keep him talking in the interrogation room.

Olivia and Carisi shuffled out of the interrogation room, drained and stymied.

“That asswipe is not gonna give it up,” Carisi griped. “I say we just toss him out the window, tell the brass he escaped.”

“Don’t tempt me,” Olivia sighed. “I couldn’t take one more minute in there with that slime.”

“What’s left to try?” Fin asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe we need to just give up trying to get him to say anything we can use. Get him the old-fashioned way, with physical evidence.”

“Abrams doesn’t leave physical evidence. That’s the problem,” Rafael noted.

“Let’s not give up just yet,” Laura said. “We’ve been watching this creep for six hours now, and his moves are starting to get predictable. Plus, you’ve been taking turns with him. He’s been in there the whole time. He’s gotta be more tired than we are.”

“I just don’t think we’re gonna get anything out of him,” Olivia said. “We’ve tried everything.”

Rafael looked at Benson, his head tilted slightly, a nasty smirk suddenly appearing on his face. There was a definite wicked gleam in his eye. “Not everything.”

He turned to Laura. “Wanna have some fun?”

Simply based upon sly, sexy look on his face, Laura would have agreed to absolutely anything. “What are you thinking?”

“Just follow me.”

He opened the interrogation room door and waved her in.

“Mr. Abrams, I’m Detective Parker, this is Assistant District Attorney Barba.” They sat down on the other side of the table facing the handsome, well-groomed blond.

“Oh. Conceding defeat, huh? The game is lost, so they’re sending in the benchwarmers to get a little practice since they can’t do any harm?”

Rafael raised an eyebrow and directed his words to Laura. “Clearly doesn’t know baseball or business. Not familiar with the concept of a closer.”

Abrams sneered. “Parker. Laura Parker. Formerly of the Chicago PD. Been with the NYPD just two years.”

Rafael shrugged. “On the plus side, he knows how to use Google.”

“You see a computer in here? Have I had time to look you up since you walked in here?”

Laura, quickly picking up on Rafael’s game, shrugged and leaned insolently back in her chair. “You didn’t have to, you transparent twat. You’ve been committing sex crimes in New York for, what, ten years? Any moron who makes a habit of that would have looked to see who might be coming after him.”

Rafael made a note on his legal pad. “Not as smart as they said he was.”

“You guys fucking?” Abrams asked.

“Also not that creative,” Laura said to Rafael.

“Stupid cunt,” Abrams sighed.

“As I said…” Laura gestured to Rafael at the predictability of the insult before turning to Abrams. “You people. You all think you’re so special.”

“’You people’?”

Rafael shrugged. “Manipulators. You think because you could bamboozle some housewife in Queens, you’re Rasputin. You’re like the fourth one this week for us, so don’t take it personally if we’re not impressed.”

The slightest ripple of irritation crossed Abrams’s features. “You’re the A.D.A., huh? Are you here to offer me a deal?”

Rafael sat immobile. “No,” he said, his face and voice entirely neutral.

Abrams skipped a beat. Not much to grab onto with someone who didn’t speak. “Hey, man, that’s a hell of a suit. Etro?”

Again, Rafael simply said in a flat voice, “No.”

“So you watch the obituaries and find yourself a young widow. You Google her, follow her around for a while, figure out your approach, and go after her,” Laura tried.

Rafael stepped in before Abrams could respond. “Yawn. Teenagers do that every day to get prom dates.”

Laura continued. “You bleed her dry, then dump her.”

“Been done by every bleached blonde with fake tits ever,” Rafael sighed, leaning back in his chair.

“She threatens to go to the cops, you stage a break-in, rape and kill her.”

“The plot of every bargain bin mystery novel since Adam. Exact same story with Michelle Trujillo, Myra Simpkins, and three other women. What, exactly, is supposed to be so special about you?”

Abrams didn’t like the way there were two conversations going on, one of which was about him but didn’t involve him. And he definitely didn’t like the attitude of these new assholes. “Well, obviously they thought I was special, they couldn’t get enough of me. They wanted to show their appreciation so they gave me gifts. Want me to show you what’s special about me?” He leered at Laura.

“To quote my friend here, no.” She answered.

“So what exactly makes a snotty little bitch like you want to work sex crimes? You a prude? Can’t stand the idea of anyone having a good time while you’re home with your cats?” He squinted at her and leaned across the table, getting closer to Laura as he spoke. “Actually, no. That’s not it. I think it’s the opposite. You get a front row seat to the sickest shit people can do to each other, and you get off on it. Tell me something, did you see those disgusting pictures your friends were waving around earlier? Do you email yourself copies of those kinds of pictures so you can enjoy them later, when you’re all alone?”

“Bored now,” Laura said flatly.

Abrams made a disturbingly lewd gesture.

Rafael asked the next question without either of them reacting to what Abrams had done. “Where’s the money?”

“What money?”

“Ah.” She looked at Rafael, as though Abrams’ question had spoken unintended volumes. “It’s gone. Spent it all.”

“Not all,” Rafael disagreed, as though contemplating the ways a fool like this could squander money. “Maybe spent half on clothes, and lost the rest gambling.”

“I’m thinking he spent a fair amount on hair products,” she replied, the angle of her gaze making it clear that she was talking to Rafael.

Abrams fumed, the superiority and amusement in their faces and voices having exactly the intended effect. He was really starting not to like the snarky conversation about him taking place as though he wasn’t there.

Rafael turned to Abrams. “You better have another housewife lined up, then.”

“Poughkeepsie this time?” Laura suggested. “You could probably find someone naïve and desperate enough to buy – “ she raised her hand up and down to indicate him. “What you’re selling.”

Rafael and Laura could both see Abrams’ anger. He turned to Rafael to give himself a moment to regroup. “She’s a piece of work. Got a mouth on her. You have to work with her all the time? You better keep that mouth busy, brother. If I had to listen to that every day, I’d…”

“Stage a break-in, rape and kill her. We know,” Rafael finished for him, rolling his eyes in disdain as only Rafael could.

“You know, I was right about you,” Abrams put an arrogant smirk on his face as he crossed his arms. Only the tightness of his posture belied the crumbling control behind his fake contempt. “You really are the practice team, aren’t you? Your friends at least tried to get me to talk. You’re not even doing that. Lemme guess, you just here to make it look like the NYPD hasn’t given up. You’re pathetic. This isn’t even fun anymore, I think I’m losing IQ points just from being in the room with you.”

Laura and Rafael both knew they had him at that point. His insults had been much subtler and more pointedly specific earlier in the day. Laura put her elbow on the table and rested her head on it listlessly. Rafael began to doodle on his legal pad.

“You really are a hopeless dyke. Why don’t you get on your knees and at least make yourself useful? Even you oughtta be able to follow some simple directions. C’mon, get over here and suck me, then this day won’t be a total loss. Maybe I’ll even bend you over this table and treat you to an ass-fucking you won’t –“

Laura rolled her eyes, sat back in her chair, and began to pantomime male masturbation with a disinterested expression. Fortunately, that pushed Abrams over the edge because Rafael couldn’t hide his shocked amusement at seeing her make such an unexpected and vulgar gesture.

Abrams lunged across the table at her. “You fucking cunt! I’ll gut you, bitch! I’ll show you what a man can do – “

As he reached for her throat, as she’d expected him to, she took one of his wrists in both her hands and came around the table as she twisted his arm up behind him. She kept his arm in one hand and used the other to push his head down on the table. Rafael had expected him to snap, as well, so he simply stood up to make sure he could react if necessary.

“Yeah?” Laura sneered in Abrams’ ear. “What man? All I see is you. No wonder you have to go after lonely widows in the ‘burbs.”

He reared back, throwing her off-balance and backward, which gave him the opportunity to whip around and grab her by the throat. He didn’t see her motion behind him for Rafael not to interfere. “You’ll be begging me to kill you when I’m done with you!”

Laura clasped her hands together and, with the strength of both arms, drove her elbow under his chin, surprising and momentarily stunning him. As she expected, he was so enraged that he let go of her throat so she could gulp some air, and drew an arm back to punch her. He was big and very strong, but that only meant she was much faster than he was. She simply moved aside so that he drove his fist full-force into the grating over the window. He roared with pain and fury, and began blindly swinging. He did catch her on the side of the head, but due to the angle of the blow, it had nowhere near the power he was capable of.

“This is it? How the hell did you kill those women when you’re this weak and slow?”

She let him grab her around the waist and wrestle her to the floor. “I’ll tell you how, bitch, those broads had no idea who they were dealing with. They were all, ‘oh, Neil, what are you doing, don’t hurt me!’ I didn’t even have to tie them up – just fucked the brainless cows while they whined about how they loved me. I had my knife in them before they even realized it was really happening! You, now, you’re gonna be more fun, you got a little fight in –“

At that moment, having baited him into confessing, Laura relaxed her arms and legs. She had been holding them spread just enough that he would think he had her in a firm grip. When she relaxed them, she had a split second to twist violently to one side, putting her in the perfect position to knee him solidly in the groin. It was over at that point, although Fin and Olivia burst into the room.

Laura crab-walked out off the way until her back rested against the wall, catching her breath and watching Fin cuff and arrest Abrams. He was still spewing vile threats, but no one was paying much attention. Fin escorted him from the room to be booked, a tired but amused grin on his face.

Olivia crouched down to check on Laura. Rafael stood behind him, concerned but fairly confident she was not badly hurt.

“You OK?”

“Of course.”

“Nice job,” Olivia said.

“Not really. You knew he had to be tired. All we did was poke him until he went off.”

Rafael smirked. “Anytime you need to piss someone off, Parker’s your girl.”

Laura laughed out loud as Olivia helped her to her feet.

“I wouldn’t take bets on the outcome of a contest between you and me in that area, if I were you.”

For the first time in four months, Rafael and Laura stood simply smiling at one another.

#law & order svu #law & order: special victims unit #rafael barba #raul esparza #chicago pd #chicago fire #chicago med #fin tutuola #olivia benson #sonny carisi

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Dark Horses 3

Becca felt a bead of sweat run down her face and felt it run onto her top lip, as she panted heavily it must have caught on her breath because she saw the drop fly though the air. Out of options she fell backwards and rolled desperately to her left kicking out, there was a solid connection and her on rushing attacker stumbled, Becca had a moments glimpse of an exposed jaw as both arms shot out to break their fall, she snapped out a heel and felt the crack as it made connection.

"Fucking lucky!" Yelled Sergeant Knickers from the edge of the ring as Petra jumped up to check on Barbie.

"No kidding, shit she's fast," Becca lay flat on her back gasping for breath, "I need to stop relying on being taller than all of you."

"Yes, you do," said Kovac, "you need to remember what are stopping blows and what are just pointless combatives that look pretty."

"Like you're a shining beacon of variety Mr I'll-just-punch-them-into-submission. Get in the ring and show me something that isn't counter striking," Panther jeered vaulting the ropes and beckoning Kovac.

"Hardly a fair fight, I've got damn near a foot in height on you and I'm probably twice your weight, not sure this is gonna prove much," Kovac said waving her off. "Besides I've proven it repeatedly, I can't hit girls, I remember those nuns who raised me and I can't do it."

"If we get Dorman down later?" Asked Becca.

"Oh him I'll hit," Kovac agreed, "sergeant-major, a word," he called to Panther.

"Wolf has been in touch, Fluke has successfully defended three transports. It shouldn't come as a surprise that it's the Galax. Its always a smash and grab job, any organised defence and they give up." Kovac said as he walked down the hallway, Panther having to scurry a little to keep up.

"Wolf has asked if a second troop can join him, I'm going to go out to the Towoli and take a look at the situation with the Bartuq. 2 Troop will accompany me and Gilly's aux troop is going to go out and get set up. Dorman and 3 Troop will stay here and move out to assist Wolf if necessary." Kovac pushed open his door and gave his sergeant-major a nod.

"Yes sir, And you want me to..." Panther felt her voice have a slight upwards inflection as she spoke annoyed at her uncertainty.

"To oversee all this and keep it off my desk sergeant-major."

The door closed, Panther cursed inwardly, this new position kept overwhelming her, she had served under Kovac to one degree or another for over 10 years now but this was the closest she had ever worked with him and suddenly she found him intimidating and found herself unsure around him.

Panther was heading for her office when she met Knickers, the taller woman was looking the other way as she approached and in profile the thin cheeks and slender nose made her seem particularly striking, as she so often did Panther's eyes traced the scars on Knicker's forearms.

"Sir," Knickers turned to Panther, "the captain said you'd have orders."

"Yes, 2 Troop will be heading out to the Towoli with the Major, as will 4 Troop, the auxiliaries, let Staff Frank know will you?"

"First deployment, uhh, any advice?" Knickers asked.

"Talk to the captain if you have any questions and rely on your section commanders and their 2IC, remember your job is to see them do their job, not do it for them and don't worry, you were given this job for a reason," Panther realised she should take her own advice.

Wolf nodded as Dorman entered the room, he gestured at the table and said, "you get a look at the plans on the journey?"

"Yeah, looks solid, we can probably push through their defences before you swing in, means it makes more sense for you to roll up behind us and break their centre." Dorman said.

"If you think so, you'll need to hammer them in that first assault though, we need to be amongst them before they know it or they'll rabbit."

"You worry about drawing them in, let me worry about the attack," Dorman replied, "Now, more importantly, did you know Sharon was married!?"

Wolf stared at his friend for a few moments and closed his eyes, "dude..." he said his voice pained, "in three months she never once had you round to hers, she had a patch of lighter skin on one finger and never used her communications when around you." Wolf stared into middle distance, "I think at this point bud, just assume you're catnip to bored, married women."

"I swear I'm not looking for married women!" Dorman said rather pathetically in Wolf's opinion.

"Look, I don't know what to tell you, maybe ask them outright? You're not the sort of guy who wants to date married women, you're not amoral...you're not Kovac but you are gonna get your ass shot if you keep sleeping with these women, especially on Pelcar-3."

"That's a bit hard on Kov, dude wasn't intentionally sleeping with married women," Dorman said.

"No he just slept with anyone he could and didn't care...Look at some point the five of us will sit down with some drinks and we can argue the right and wrong of sleeping with married people and we can all laugh at Becca as she ties herself in knots trying to justify being the other woman to both the husband and wife but as far as I'm concerned if you know someone's married they should be off limits. Now, are your troop ready to start a dry run or do you want some time?"

Dorman had a few more moments of looking wretched, "No it's fine I'll dig Sergeant Webb out and we'll start an exercise."

Sergeant Glover didn't like it when his men had to stop being soldiers, he had no regrets in the choices he had made in his life and he would always be proud of the loyalty in his heart but when soldiers turned mercenaries were asked not just to take off uniform but to start playing sneaks he was unhappy. That being said, Captain Wolf's plan was sound and more importantly Major Kovac had signed off on it.

"Ty, Costa you two are no longer soldiers but that doesn't give either of you leave to carry bowie knives on your damn belt," Webb snapped.

"Interestingly sir did you know that the bowie knife was named for the man who carried it not it's creator and the man it was named for may have been mostly fiction infact..." Ty began but was cut off by Sergeant Webb.

"Not now damn it Ty, a bayonet is enough, who needs so many damn blades?"

Sergeant Glover watched this exchange and knew the response before it came.

"Major Kovac carries karambit knives and so does Captain Wolf, I've seen Captain Becca carry 3 or 4 Wasp axes," Costa started up, "Not to mention Corpo I mean Sergeant Knickers carrying..."

Webb cracked his fist into the table top, his voice cold and hard, "when the operation is over, you will come to me and we will discuss the addition of equipment to your standard issue, until that time, take off the damn blades."

Glover knew this would happen, once you left the army rules were harder to maintain, order could be lost. His own men knew that to carry a non-issue weapon they had to prove they knew how to use it which is why most carried a bayonet and why the captain carried a BC-41 and a push dagger on top of the karambit knives the men knew about.

Webb joined him shaking his head, "I dunno Fluke, why do they all want to be Rumble? What's that stupid phrase the SM says?"

Glover winced at the mispronounced name, "it's Rambo, and the SM says "guns for a show, knives for a pro."

Webb shook his head again and glared at Ty and Costa, "If those two weren't my best I'd kill them and bury their bodies to save me my misery."

"Problem is Captain Dorman finds 'em funny," Fluke said as close as he'd ever get to criticising the commissioned officers he'd grown to trust.

Webb grunted and started to move off, "Fluke once we're in you'll need to come hard to keep the roll going."

Glover nodded, certain things didn't need saying in his opinion.

Wolf watched as the raider vessels came alongside the freighter, for the first time since he'd started defence they were able to pull alongside and dock. Within minutes they were on-board and moving deck to deck. Timing in his head, Wolf guessed that Glover must have moved into position, he signalled Dorman that 1 Troop were on the move.

The transmitter chirruped as Wolf's message arrived, "alright!" Dorman shouted, "the raiders are engaged, time to take out their bolt hole before they know it's engaged."

3 Troop were moving quickly, Dorman pulled his men forward while 3 section dropped back with Sergeant Webb, this first part needed to be quick and quiet.

Wolf watched as Fluke and his section sprang the trap, the Galax raiders had fallen back towards their vessels as soon as the Dark Horses had engaged, and now as they neared them Fluke - already secured their ships - struck from the rear cutting through their numbers.

The second message from Wolf confirmed they were on route, Dorman gave the command and his men launched their assault. The design of the Galax position meant that the only way in was a frontal assault but human weapons and munitions should blast through the entrance and then it should be a case of room to room and making sure the Galax couldn't escape with their equipment to continue raiding, in those close quarters the Dark Horses training should do the job.

Dorman watched as Gray led his fire team forward and placed detonators. In position now Dorman saw no point in delaying, he gave the signal.

Wolf willed the distance to close as they sped towards the Galax position, now they had engaged he had more doubts about allowing them to assault in two waves, as they slowed he sprang from his seat, Fluke moving too. They found a young riflewoman at the breach, alone.

"Mfene, isn't it?" Wolf asked, "where's your dual?" Soldiers were never left isolated like this in combat.

"Ito is inside, went in to protect the medics sir," Mfene answered.

"The medics are inside!?" Wolf bit back a curse and ran forward.

The Galax compound was basic in its layout, built into a cliff face it had a high fortified wall that Dorman had breached with a centre compound filled with the Galax raiding vehicles, behind which three tunnels ran off, the centre tunnel was known to be more heavily fortified. Dorman's men were supposed to be in the left and right tunnels but possibly a third of them were engaged in a firefight with the centre tunnel defences.

Wolf pulled up as he scanned the fight, Dana and the other medics were in one corner they seemed to have half a dozen patients, two Riflemen stood guard over them. By all evidence the remaining soldiers were in the two other tunnels.

"Banjarjee take two section and sweep the two outer tunnels, O'Shea with me, clear the outer defences of the central tunnels, Flowers, 3 section should be prepared to provide fire support. GO!"

O'Shea ran forward, Wolf close behind him, as they reached the combatants Wolf signalled to Sergeant Webb who gestured his acknowledgement of the plan and had his men pull away from the centre, smoke grenades and other ordinance sailed through the air and with a roar the men of 1 troop launched themselves into the tunnel.

The fight was bloody but over quickly, the injury count was less following the second wave but still over a dozen troopers were needing medical treatment back on base.

Little was said as the Galax vehicles were destroyed and their weapons confiscated. With the loss of their attack vehicles the surviving Galax would be arrested by local authorities and usually moved on to less criminal activities provided no other raiders tried to recruit them.

The journey back to Pelcar-3 was subdued, word passed that Kovac and 2 Troop had returned following the officers reports from the Galax engagement.

Once returned to the Dark Horses compound Wolf pulled his men to a debrief in a separate corner leaving 3 troop to handle their own injured and return certain kit to stores. Dorman was checking weapons back into the lockers when the Quartermaster approached him.

"When you're done here Hero, the Major wants to see you in his office," the derision in her voice was stronger than normal.

"I'll be there after I've checked on my men in med-bay," Dorman replied, not looking up.

"I'd avoid Staff King right now Hero, and I'd not be late for Kovac, I believe it's an interview without coffee," growled the Qm.

Dorman stared after her as around him a slight muttering spread among the men, turning to his sergeant Dorman asked Webb to take over the checking off.

Ten minutes later Dorman knocked on Kovac's door, for once closed. Inside Kovac sat behind his desk, unusual for a man who tended to sit on his desk as often as use it.

"You changed the plan, I understand it was your choice though Captain Wolf was at pains to tell me he agreed." Kovac didn't greet his captain.

"Yes sir, I assessed the enemy's strengths and concluded my troop capable of the task, which they were, I believe we would have been successful with or without the support of 1 Troop."

"You believe...this isn't 1914 Captain, we don't measure success by numbers dead, them more than us? Oh it's a victory. You believe..."

"I believed my men capable of..."

"You believed," said Kovac raising his voice for the first time as he stood up, "The hype, you believed our own propaganda," Kovac put on a sing-song voice, "Humans we're bigger, badder, rougher and tougher, believe me brother their ain't no other," his voice changed to one high and clear with careful enuncuation, "hard to stop and impossible to kill the human is a deathworlder that is capable of preternatural feats," Kovac's voice returned to normal, "damn it Dorman, you behaved like...like we're damn space orcs, expendable in numbers and unbreakable to boot, we may sell ourselves to the galaxy as the interstellar hobgoblin but we know different, we're professional and highly trained. That was bloody amateur hour."

Kovac took a long breath, and sitting down, "Dorman you're a good officer but you have a tendency to think you can do it all, and at times that's good, but you cannot put my men's lives on the line like that again. I would suggest you pay the injured soldiers bonus from your own pocket and a sizeable donation to the fund would be advisable. If you're feeling particularly contrite perhaps letting Wolf punch your teeth out in the ring would be a good idea?"

Dorman looked as though he wanted to reply but stopped himself, he nodded and turned to leave then stopped, "I'm sorry sir, I know you hate your men getting injured, I genuinely believed it was a smart play."

Kovac sighed, "I know you did mate, find that balance between impulse and hesitancy, remember to take a breath and re-evaluate and you'll be a great leader of men. Better angels and all that."

Dorman nodded and left the room.

#humans are space australians #humans are insane #humans are space orcs #space faerie #space australia #space orcs #humans are space oddities #humans are weird #earth is a deathworld #this is why i call kovac daddy #kovac #dark horses

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rueitae · 6 years

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Frostbite

[Pidge is a renowned super villain. Lance is a hero in training. During their latest encounter, Lance pushes his powers to their limit and Pidge has some soul searching to do.]

A gift for @mbirdarts as she has graciously allowed me to dip my fingers into her details for this AU after I sent many pestering questions asked about it.

You can find the concept art here, here, here, and here.

The outfit inspiration is from @artylovebug here which was in turn inspired by @plancelance initial AU idea here.

This is now fic 2/4 I want to do for plance hero/villain. I am so weak for this trope and needed more. I love you all.

The fic is posted on Ao3 here, but you can read in its entirety below. About 6K words of banter, action, and hurt/comfort. ish.

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Pidge lets her back hit the brick wall of the alleyway, sliding down to sit on the concrete in relief. She closes her eyes and lets her heart rate slow to a rest. She has a good twenty minutes to spare before the next truck comes by this area and unloads its goods. That’s enough time to deal with her pursuer and escape.

Exhausted, but happy, she examines her latest acquisition. The disc fits perfectly in the palm of her gloved hand. The device is top of the line Galra Corp information storage. It contains hope - more hope than she’s had in a while. The style of code it holds is her father’s; the same he had passed on to her and her brother. The best case scenario is that it holds a message that the two of them were alive and well. Worse case Pidge hopes it would at least prove the Galra were up to no good.

Her lab is only a few warehouses away, further from the pier. As much as she wants to check it out right that minute - she has something more pressing to take care of.

She taps the side of her modified safety glasses and it displays the time for her in 3-D. She grins impishly. “Three… two… one…”

Lance barrels into the alleyway, tripping on Pidge’s carefully placed trap. He yelps as he is pushed into the wall, bounces over to the other end of the alley - only to ram into the dumpster with enough force to spill it, finally falling at her feet and into the pile of trash he unwittingly created.

The trap works perfectly, as Pidge expected it would. The sides of her mouth tug further up her face, thrilled at the accomplishment and seeing Lance on the wrong end of the admittedly childish prank.

To his credit, Lance lifts himself to his hands and knees quickly, glaring. “Real funny, Pidge,” he grumbles. He reaches out with a gloved hand, and judging by the look on his face, he’s just touched something extremely unpleasant. “Urgh...this is going to take forever to clean this off my uniform.”

“I told you not to follow me,” Pidge says, her smile stretching as far as her muscles will allow. Meeting Lance in costume is always a fun treat but today she can’t linger. She needs to examine the disc and can’t do so as Katie. The university computers aren’t compatible, and she doesn’t have the time to make them so, especially not when she has one ready to go in her lab. “At the same time, I’m also glad you did. I wouldn’t have gotten to try my new traps otherwise.”

Lance blinks, eyebrows rising. “Wait - traps?” His tone matches his increasing comprehension. “As in more than one?”

Pidge taps her orange glasses once more and pulls up the command she’s looking for, never taking her eyes off of the rookie hero. “This is the Warflater,” she explains. “I made it just for you.”

Lance scrambles to his feet. “Oh no,” he warns - summoning shards of ice into the palm of his hand. Frost forms up to his wrist in response to the use of his powers. “Not doing that. The last time you made something for me I ended up in the sewer.”

Necessary, Pidge thinks. If she hadn’t dumped him in the sewers a few months back he’d have been caught in crossfire. She bites her lip. Maybe she’ll tell him one day, but until he stops believing the Galra Corporation was a benevolent entity, it’s better this way.

He already knows too much for her liking.

“Pidge, come on,” Lance continues. His determined expression is replaced with one of genuine concern. “Give me the disc so I can give it back to Galra Corp. I promise we’ll find some non-villainous way to get your family back. I’ll even let you go. Please.”

“You? Let me go?” Pidge asks, pointing to herself. Her eyebrows rise in amusement. “I know where you live. I don’t know what kind of superhero decides to not have a secret identity, but you walked right into this one. You are not in a position to be making any demands.”

“Yes I am!” he responds indignantly. He points his ice shards at the ready. “I have - AH!”

The five power nozzles set up across the alley spit scalding water directly at Lance, who continues to yelp and flail in the intersection of the streams. Pidge looks on casually, unconcerned. Lance is one of a handful of people in the city who can come out of this unharmed. His ice core will keep his body temperature regulated so that he won’t get burned. The water will only be disorienting.

She still hates the fact that he can’t ever get sunburn. Some things in life just aren’t fair.

“Okay, that’s it!” Lance sputters, barely yelling words out in the bombardment. “No more mister nice- “ There, this was the moment of realization she had been waiting for. “Pidge! Why are my feet stuck?!”

Pidge slides the disc back into her pouch. A few taps on her glasses and the timer is set for the water to turn off. “New sticky web formula. Thanks for helping me test the waterproofing, Lance. See you next heist!” With Lance successfully off her tail, she turns to walk away.

“Pidge! Pidge turn this thing off!”

“Chill, Lance,” she jokes, pausing briefly in her escape. “It’ll be over in a few minutes and I’ll send Tesla to unstick you later.”

At this point Lance is shielding his face with his arms, which help his words come out more clearly but don’t help his movements at all. “Do NOT send that stupid little robot, it's just going to electrocute me again!”

“Awww, that’s mean, Lance,” Pidge teases. “Tesla really likes you. Don’t hurt her feelings.”

“It’s a robot! It doesn’t have feelings!”

Pidge chuckles to herself, smirking. “That’s what you think. See ya later, hero boy!” she calls out, relishing in the whimsical feeling of the moment.

Only to have it shatter by a laser whizzing just past her face, rooting her to the spot in shock.

It hits one of the hoses, causing a leak with a concentrated and powerful beam. Pidge turns around in horror. Blocking the other end of the alleyway are Galra security agents. She can tell from a glance they are not hired from the hero agency, but rather trained in-house specifically for Galra Corp.

They cock the guns and the largest one comes forward. Pidge’s breath catches as she recognizes Haxus, the most high ranking member of Galra Corp she’s ever seen on the streets. “Hand over the disc, thief.”

Pidge instinctively rests a hand on the pouch that contains the disc and takes a step back. There is no negotiating here. She can’t give it back to them. Even if she does, they’ll kill her or take her away like they had her father and brother.

Fighting back remains her only option.

“I’ll never give up!” She yells back, rage and determination overflowing from her very being. The traps for this alley may be sprung, but the grunts are far enough back that maybe…

Tapping her glasses once more, she enters the command code for the pier. Just off shore, the waters begin to stir

“Stop her!” Haxus snaps at his two subordinates.

Pidge jumps behind the dumpster, kneeling in case she needs to move again at a moments notice. She concentrates on her work despite the barrage of fire, stealing a look whenever she can to see if they are coming.

The Galra Corp flunkies scream as the scalding deluge from the remaining four hoses turn from Lance to them. Pidge grins in triumph as the force pushes them back off of the pier into the whirlpool she’d set into motion with her first action.

“Pidge - what was that?”

Lance is soaked, and clearly not pleased - looking utterly pathetic as he stands still thanks to the webbing all over his boots. His homemade hero costume sags with water seeping out of his pockets.

To Pidge’s flustered horror, it outlines each and every inch of his build. She forgets the situation at hand as her mind freezes as much as his powers.

He crosses his arms, his eyebrows raised. “I’m the wet one, but you look like the fish.” He smirks, as if a lightbulb has gone off in his head. “You like what you see? Not that I blame you,” he finishes smugly.

Pidge becomes acutely aware of the intense warmth has invaded her cheeks. “You look like soggy bologna,” she sputters lamely

Lance bristles indignantly. “I do not!”

Feeling sufficiently redeemed, her confidence returns with Lance once again becoming the flustered one and not her.

His body of all things?! This was worse than she first thought.

It isn’t even the main thing she likes about him. If they were at the university, maybe she could pull it off as a legitimate crush. Lance likes Katie, of that Pidge is nearly positive. Hunk’s questioning gazes and the way he remembers her class schedule, buys her ice cream, or recalls the name of her favorite robot - something she told him only very briefly in passing - is enough for her to get the message.

The only reason she hasn’t done anything about it is due to her commitments as Pidge. She refuses to believe her father and brother are dead, and rather are being held by Galra Corp against their will. She needs to rescue them, no matter what it takes.

Even if she has to break her own heart in the process. Because if she’s honest, she likes him too.

As Pidge, she can at least hang out with him like this and that was a small consolation. Her smart remarks were returned, and she can pretend it isn’t flirting.

She can also enjoy the soft looks he will probably give to Katie later tomorrow after she spends tonight pouring over the information on the disc.

Pidge opens her mouth to enjoy one last quip before leaving him.

The reverie turns out to be her downfall.

“Pidge, look out!”

She only has a split second to notice Lance’s alarmed face before she tumbles across the ground, unable to move her arms and legs. Once she stops, Pidge finds herself bound by a weighted net. Its purple glow gives it away as Galra Corp.

But she’s taken care of Haxus.

Pidge worms herself around to catch a glimpse of her attacker and forgets to breathe.

The massive form of Sendak blocks the opposite exit. The man answers only to Zarkon himself. If he’s here, the information in the disc must be valuable indeed.

Lance stutters as he takes in the scene, settling on addressing Sendak first. “I had it handled!”

You idiot, Pidge thought. Sendak has a nasty reputation and is not above harming heroes. Lance has to know that. Pidge prays he does. If not, he’s in just as much danger as she is.

“My apologies,” Sendak replies coolly. His smile was is not kind. “I had an opportunity, I thought I’d best take it to capture the thief as quickly as possible.”

Lance huffs and crosses his arms. “Thanks for the help, I guess.”

Pidge uses their conversation as time to escape. The net runs on quintessence, as all Galra Corp products do. She feels around for the power source, familiar enough with the tech to disable it with her eyes closed - or hands behind her back in this case.

“You’re the newcomer with ice powers, aren’t you boy?” Sendak flexes his left arm; a weaponized prosthetic.

“I’ve been doing this for almost a whole year,” Lance defends. “I’m not exactly new to this.”

Sendak draws back his clawed arm, and aims at the hero’s feet.

Pidge isn’t sure what comes over her, because screaming “Don’t you touch him!” and drawing Sendak’s attention away from Lance and onto her, deterring her escape attempt, is precisely what she did not need to do.

“Lance, no!” she still screamed his name in horror when Sendak doesn’t stop. Lance braces himself, wide eyed.

He is fine.

Sendak holds the torn pieces of Pidge’s sticky web in his mechanical claws. “She squeals for you more than for herself. I find that fascinating.”

Free, Lance seems to get the hint that he and Sendak are not actually on the same side. “Oh, um, thanks?” he says, taking an unsure step back.

Pidge holds her breath as Sendak does not answer right away. “Mr. Zarkon appreciates your services, but it is no longer needed. I will take charge of the thief’s punishment.”

Desperate, Pidge makes her break for it, rolling as fast as she can manage towards the water before Sendak can make his way towards her. Breath is taken out of her lungs as she is slammed face first into brick. She tries to plant her feet back the ground, but Sendak’s arm holds her dangling against the wall.

“H-hey, I don’t think she’s going anywhere. No need to do anything drastic,” Lance says.

“When dealing with thieves, it is best to add some finality to the approach,” Sendak squeezes and Pidge groans in terror, pain nearing unbearable. “You may report to the hero division that the felon 04032073 is taken care of.”

“Wait, hold it. This is not what I signed up for,” Lance says assertively. “Pidge may be a criminal, but she doesn’t deserve whatever you’re going to do to her.”

“This is a Galra Corp matter,” Sendak interrupts. “Do not make me report you to your supervisor.”

“Shiro would agree with me,” Lance says, standing his metaphorical ground. His voice brims with a confidence Pidge wishes she shares. She knows that Sendak is going to take his annoyance out on Lance before killing her. She closes her eyes in earnest. There is only one way they are getting out of here, and that’s if she uses her powers.

Pidge has been careful about them, never using them since she assumed her alter-ego. With only a quarter of the population born with superpowers, her plants would make her far too identifiable to Katie Holt.

No choice now.

“Then you leave me no choice.” Sendak drops Pidge and she lands on the concrete, breaking her concentration. She looks on in horror as Lance has summoned his own powers to face Sendak. Maybe in the past she might have been flattered that someone outside of her own family would show that much anger and determination for her life. She did not want it to be Lance. Not with Zarkon’s right hand man powering up his gun and pointing it at him.

An explosion of cold stops any other action.

Pidge turns away as sub zero temperatures blast against her body. Once calm, she turns to survey the scene. The cold has made her entrapment brittle, breaking apart without any effort.

Sendak towers above her, frozen stiff, icicles fraying off of him everywhere. He has taken the brunt of Lance’s attack, unintentionally shielding her.

She carefully side-steps the Galra man to look at the rest of the scene. She throws caution to the wind when she sees Lance on the ground, unmoving.

“Lance!” Pidge rushes over to him in concern, sliding onto the ice without a thought that it could break her ankle if she wasn’t careful. Immediately tapping her glasses, she scans his vitals. His heartbeat barely exists.

Pidge finds it a little easier to breathe. Like her own powers had physical consequences, so did his. Still, seeing him like this sends shivers up her spine. Lance is animated and talkative, not silent and still.

Even if this were natural for him, Pidge is sure it isn’t healthy in the long run. She needs to get him to her lab. The same lab where she has prepared for this eventuality, and hates herself for it.

She cares about him too much for her own good.

“I can’t believe you went and did that - you don’t even know its me,” she confesses quietly.

She places a hand over his frost covered body. Even with gloves the ice burn is nearly too much and she backs off momentarily. Pidge steels herself. He saved her. It’s her turn to save him.

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A few blocks away from the scene of the fight, the upper lefthand corner screen of Pidge’s lens flashes green in sync with the control panel on the side of a warehouse. A task that would have normally taken her seconds seems an eternity with shaky hands. A door opens at her feet and a gated platform rises to fill the space.

She drags Lance onto it, her hands numb after carrying him from the alleyway. Pidge is positive she will have to treat herself for frostbite too.

“Idiot,” Pidge whispers harshly, dropping to her knees once the elevator is safely carrying them underground. Tears stain her eyes and sobs hitch in her throat. “You’re a quiznaking idiot.”

Lance doesn’t respond and Pidge instead focuses on what she can do. She holds onto him tightly, despite the cold screaming at her to let go, trying to transfer her own body heat to his.

The elevator comes to a stuttering stop at the entrance to the underground laboratory. The gate pops down automatically, creating a cagey ramp for the last few inches to the concrete ground.

The lab itself is open, with no walls between the tiny living space or the various experiments that lay in wait on a wide assortment of tables. Miraculously, a tree takes up much of the space, roots making the concrete floor uneven and trunk sitting majestically in the middle. Pidge has her computer set up adjacent to it. From atop one of the monitors, a tiny robot putters down from it’s charging perch.

“Tesla, get the anti-grav table,” Pidge orders, voice still a bit hoarse. “I need to move Lance.”

The small, green robot beeps; the markings under its eyes glowing a cool white in acknowledgment of the order.

Pidge doesn’t have time to waste, her next command comes in quick succession. “Computer, reroute the water from trap number 14 to the sink. Fill the basin.”

Tesla nudges the anti-gravity table towards the ground near Lance. Although not Pidge’s original intent for it, she needs to use it as a gurney. In the background, a faucet opens on the computer’s command and water begins to pour into an antique wash bin - one of many that were long abandoned when the manufacturer moved out of the warehouse above decades ago.

She manually maneuvers the table under Lance, moving his body onto it in short spurts; first a shoulder, then a leg, then midsection - repeat until he’s secure. Pidge is able to lift the table and its weight to her own waist height, she then pushes it forwards towards the water.

“Hang in there, Lance,” she mutters.

Pidge soaks her own hands in the hot water first, feeling relief. Then she takes a cloth, dunks it, and places it on Lance’s forehead without wringing it out.

The basin is too small to immerse him, which is what he really needs. Their respective college apartments are too far away, though, and he needs immediate warmth. She dunks a larger towel into the water and places it along his chest.

She pulls her knitted hat firmly on his head, letting her long hair go free.

Out of towels, now she waits. Pidge hates waiting.

She bites her lip in thought as she examines him from head to toe. His clothes will need to come off once they thaw. Just the thought of it made her blush, but she knows they are doing more harm than good for him right now.

In the meantime, she has to make do. She tugs on his boots, getting them off after some physical effort and throws them to the side. Pidge repeats the process with his socks. All she has left is a thick blanket that she hopes to keep dry for Lance once he recovers enough.

So she wraps her arms around his feet tight, soles up against her chest, using her own body heat as much as she can. Pidge nearly lets go just from the sheer cold, but forces herself to hold on.

“I’m not going to let you down,” she promises, eyes squeezed shut in determination. “I don’t know if you can hear this, but you mean a lot to me - both versions of me.” Pidge opens her eyes mid-reverie and blinks, having spoken herself into a conundrum. “Well, I mean, I’m not two different people, I’m just pretending to be. Pidge is just a nickname my brother gave me. You can call me either one, I don’t care.”

No signs of moment from Lance. The silence from him begins to unnerve her. His vibrant personality is one of his bright spots.

“Don’t think this means I’m going to take it easy on you,” she continues, breaking off that particular train of thought. “I still have to find my family. I can’t let Galra Corp catch onto me more than they already have. I’m just one faceless bad guy in a city full of them.”

No response. Tears well up in her eyes, her heart turning as numb as her hands. “Please wake up. You weren’t supposed to do this for me.”

There is no change in Lance’s condition. Pidge growls. This is taking too long, and it isn’t enough. Pidge anticipated Lance overusing his powers, but berated herself in not preparing for this magnitude.

Lance needs to be in a bathtub. Pidge doesn’t have one.

Angry at herself, Pidge forces herself to watch the ice crystals that methodically form on her arms. They are pretty, in an objective way. She just hates that she hadn’t known the extents of Lance’s ice powers. When they’d first met, he hadn’t even been capable of handling them properly, let alone create a blast large enough to suffer this type of consequence.

She had been so wrapped up in searching for her missing family, she had forgotten to pay attention to her friends’ progress.

And supposedly cares.

Lance is the only one who knows why Pidge really stole from Galra Corp. Even if they stood off against each other time and time again, he never failed to at least try and be on her side in any way he could considering their positions - like today. A gesture she usually rejects.

Up until now.

“...Dad always said his coworkers were like family. You’ve tried to have my back.” Pidge smiles warmly. “It’s about time I had yours, and trusted you to have mine.”

Pidge removes her gloves and rolls up her sleeves. “It’s going to be hot tomorrow. You better appreciate this because I’ll have to wear long sleeves.”

Digging deep, she calls upon powers she hasn’t touched since childhood. Her face twitches as moss and seedlings grow from her skin; the consequences for using her own powers.

Small, but stringy vines extend from her tree. Pidge wills them to snake into the hot water and then wrap themselves around Lance and the table.

With them, she fastens something that resembles a bathtub - funny looking as it still floats in the air. Making sure there are no leaks, she gently raises his head to rest on the edge. Pidge then takes a spare hose and fills the makeshift container. Once all but Lance’s head is below water, she places the smaller cloth on his forehead.

Pidge scratches at her arms, the plantlife making her annoyedly itchy. Ugh, they are on her cheek this time too. No robotics club tomorrow for her. She’ll have to call Hunk to pick up Lance later anyway, might as well apologize for not being able to continue working on Funbot. There is still plenty of time before state competition at least.

Pidge groans. This could take days if it was anything like her plant-skin.

Back to waiting.

Hours later, Lance has visibly improved.

The frost has gone from most of his body, and Pidge has been able to remove his uniform. It currently hangs to dry on old pipes, long since decommissioned and drained. Tesla works hard to blow dry it, moving in a rectangular formation while distributing jets of air from its mouth port.

Pidge refuses to remove his underwear. It’s bad enough having to stare at the rest of his naked body, watching for any sign of infection.

His eyebrows move - scrunched as if not wanting to wake up after a good nap.

“Lance? Lance!” Pidge perks up from her poor seat posture; hunching over the side of the plant tub.

His eyes open slowly, and Pidge makes sure her face is the first he sees. He closes them again and groans before opening them again. “Katie?” he asks softly.

Pidge’s brain freezes for longer than she likes. She seizes her hat from his head and hastily sticks her hair under it - away from his field of vision.

“No, just Pidge,” she tells him coolly. “Katie is your friend from school. I brought you to my lab. How much do you remember?”

Pidge feels unguarded as Lance studies her face, as if looking for something. She doesn’t know why it feels like he sees straight into her soul.

He doesn’t speak immediately, instead observing his surroundings. His mouth parts limply, eyes falling back to Pidge. “Lab? The secret one?” He asks slowly, face seeking comprehension.

Pidge nods. “That’s right. No one will bother us here.” She gives him a stern look. “But you are going have to promise not to tell anyone about it. It’s secret for a reason.”

“What did you do?”

“Huh?” Pidge says intelligently, eyebrows rising.

She notices what seems profound about Lance now. Despite being fully awake, his eyes are dim. They search her heart because they are… soulless; blank.

“Your lab,” Lance continues in near monotone, “did you run experiments on me?”

Pidge flaps her mouth in surprise before she can properly form words. “That was one joke I made months ago, Lance,” she replies earnestly. “I wouldn’t ever do anything to harm you, not for real.”

Lance does not respond, his gaze wandering around the room.

“Lance, what do you remember?” Pidge prompts again.

“Sendak. He was going to kill you,” Lance responds.

Pidge bites her lip. “Yes, he was.”

Silence from Lance again. It feels wrong.

“Is that all you remember?” Pidge asks again.

“Yes,” Lance says, now looking down at the bath he’s in.

“I have plant powers,” Pidge confesses, rolling up her sleeves to show him the small prairie that remains on her arms. “You attacked Sendak with what I’m assuming was your entire power core. Your whole body was covered in frostbite. I made this so I could get you in warm water - to help heal you. I don’t think you’ll need to see a doctor since this is your body’s natural response to your powers, but you probably shouldn’t do any hero work for a while,” she rambles. “It might even be best if you stay here. If it’s anything like my powers it’ll take days for the effects to go away - I have to wear long sleeves on the hottest day of summer thanks to you,” she grumbles.

Now that Lance is awake and on the mend she doesn’t feel too bad quipping with him. Her heart drops when he doesn’t so much as acknowledge it.

It seems his body warms quickly, but his soul takes longer to thaw.

“I think it’s time for you to get out of the water,” Pidge says. “I’ve got a warm blanket and a pretty comfortable couch waiting for you. I know it’s not quite your standard for bed, but it’s let me doze off hundreds of times.”

Lance doesn’t move.

“Lance,” she pleads, heart aching to see him like this. “Get out of the water.”

On that request he does. Pidge assists him by lowering the table and offering herself as support.

“Tesla, get the blanket please.”

The little robot zooms past the humans and flips the blanket onto itself. Pidge grins in pride at the sight. Tesla makes an excellent ghost, Pidge decided, she’s going to rock Halloween this year.

She wraps the blanket around Lance for modesty and warmth, carefully guiding him over to the well loved cushions. Once he lay stretched out, Pidge begins to feel better about the situation as a whole. His body is out of danger and she can relax.

Lance seems to sense this as well. He is sleeping again before Pidge can give Tesla a good pat of thanks for its good work.

She kneels beside him, taking a moment to brush a loose strand of hair from his face. “I meant what I said. From now on I’ll be a better friend as Pidge. No more tricks. I’ll let you help me find my family.”

Reaching over, she wraps her arms around him and rests her head to his chest. “You deserve that and more.”

Time to wait again.

It was the next day before Lance stirs again.

Pidge has spent the hours pouring over the disc she recovered from Galra Corp. It did turn out to be her father’s code. Pidge is convinced there is a message in here for her. She sits in her old office chair, glasses glinting off the computer screen as her own program ran the code through, looking for any familiar patterns.

A thud and a screech of “What the heck?!” reminds her of her guest.

She twirls herself around to face him, relieved to see him up. “Good morning, Lance. Sleep well?” she says cordially.

Lance does not take it that way.

“Pidge? Where - where are we?” he whispers in panic. Pidge can’t help but grin at the sight of a fully recovered Lance flustered and out of sorts.

“My lab,” she answers, intertwining her fingers together. “I told you that yesterday, but you obviously don’t remember waking up.”

Lance gapes, panic growing on his face. “Your - your lab? As in your secret villainous lair?”

Pidge frowns, annoyed. “It’s my lab, and it’s secret, which means you cannot tell anyone about it - including Hunk.”

“I can’t promise that!” Lance exclaims. “Hunk finds out everything eventually. He’s my best friend!”

“He’s also insufferably nosy, which is exactly why he can’t know. Got it?”

Lance nods three times in quick succession, clearly nervous. He gulps. “You’re not going to do any weird experiments on me are you?”

“What is with you thinking I would do something like that?” Pidge wheezes, strained that this of all things is what he’s concerned about.

“Oh I don’t know,” Lance glares, “maybe it’s all the traps I’m lucky enough to test for you. All I ask,” he says much more calmly, holding his hands aloft in surrender and causing the blanket fall to the ground, “is that you do not harm my face.”

Pidge stares incredulously. “You are an idiot.”

“I am not!” Lance says, offended. He pauses before he can begin his rant and make the mistake of looking down. He screams and wraps the blanket hastily around himself again. “What happened to my suit?!”

“It’s drying over there,” Pidge points over to where Tesla is ironing out wrinkles with its laser eyes. “Although I don’t know why you even need it if you don’t bother to hide your identity.”

“A hero has a suit because it’s what heroes do! And I’m a professional!” He pauses, confusion flickering across his face. “Why do I not have it on? Who-?” Lance stops and a light seemed to go off in his brain. He turns a deep shade of red. “Holy crow - you undressed me?”

“I had to,” Pidge says, finally standing. She let the banter and teasing melt away in return for concern. “I don’t know how much you actually remember, but you saved my life by overusing your powers. I had to treat you for frostbite literally everywhere.” She sighs. “You slept for nearly 24 hours.”

Lance falls silent. He stares at her, just as when he first woke, but this time with a mix of concern and admiration.

“I did huh?” His laugh is hollow. “My first major job and I attack a Galra Corp executive, and save a thief. What a hero I am.” He then smiles genuinely. “But I’m glad it was you, Pidge. Sendak was out of line and you’re just trying to find your family.”

Pidge returns his smile, warmth in her heart. “Thank you Lance, for everything.”

“I guess we’re even then.” He scratches his head. “So my ice powers make me freeze up completely huh?”

“That’s right,” Pidge confirms, scientist mode kicked into gear. She whirls around in her chair and brings up Lances stats on her largest monitor. “This is your biorhythm through the last 20 hours,” she explains as Lance stands behind her chair. “As you can see from your heart rate, you were basically in hibernation. The applications to your powers expands two fold if you can use this for infiltration missions.” She grins smugly. “The bad guys won’t pay attention to you if they think you’re dead.”

“I’m a hero Pidge, not a spy,” Lance insists dryly.

“It’s your information,” she shrugs and turns to face him. Pidge sighs. She needs to tell him. “Look, Lance, your heart rate wasn’t the only thing that was affected. Your emotional response was as well. You woke up once and you were not yourself.”

Lance frowns. “I don’t remember anything after Sendak turned to face me.”

“...probably for the better.” Pidge is relieved; her identity is still a secret. She has no intention of telling him that if she can help it.

Lance’s eyes widen. “Oh no. If I’ve been asleep I missed my study date with Katie! She’s not going to be happy.”

Pidge smiles knowingly. “I’m sure she’ll understand. The hero business is pretty unpredictable.” She frowns, running his words through her head once more. “Wait - date?” Her heart beats wildly. “You like this girl, don’t you?” she finishes quietly.

“I might.” He glares, but his blush is unmistakable. “I just - I don’t want to look like too much of a goof. She’s too important. So don’t you dare bring her into this,” he rolls his wrist looking for the proper word, “thing we have going on.”

Pidge makes care to bite the inside of her lip to resist reacting to that particular statement. “Actually, Lance, soon we may not have to fight anymore,” she deflects instead. “This disc I got from Galra Corp hopefully contains a message from my dad, or proof Zarkon is up to no good. If I can get the hero association to buy it, then we’ll finally be on the same side.”

His face is oddly neutral for this type of good news, but he eventually smiles. “It’ll be kind of weird. None of the other bad guys ever monologue or exchange witty banter. I’ll miss it.

“But,” he continues, a sad smile on his face, “it’ll be worth it to find out what happened to your family. I really do hope you find something.”

“Thanks,” Pidge tells him sincerely. She turns back to her computer, not trusting herself to say anything else.

The silence is uncomfortable. Lance breaks it.

“So, I should probably be getting back to my apartment.”

“I already called your friend Hunk to pick you up at the pier in a few hours. He’s taking you out for pizza, you need the calories so eat whatever you want. I need to stay here and study the information on the disc,” Pidge says automatically, busy typing away.

“...How do you know Hunk’s number?”

Pidge stops typing. “I hacked the phone company,” she lies quickly. “I called with Katie’s number to keep this place hidden. Remember,” she swivels around to glare seriously at him, “do not tell Hunk how to get here or I will continue using you to test my traps.”

Lance brightens, his smile wide. “Really? Just like that? No more traps? And you won’t involve Katie in any of your schemes?” he finishes suspiciously.

Pidge nods, equaling his smile. “No more traps. Consider us a tentative working relationship.” No promises on Katie.

“I swear I won’t say a word then,” Lance promises. He pauses and sniffs at the air. “Is that Green Lion body wash?”

Pidge groans. At this rate her double life is definitely doomed to unravel.

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You Become Friends - Ninjas

Nara Shikamaru

When your first mission together was to be assigned, you didn't EXACTLY go together, because of precaution reasons...And it went on like this:

The Hokage told you the true purpose of the mission then told you to hide in the shadows until she finishes telling Team 10 all the details they need to know. Seeing that they understood the risks, you get out of the shadows, facing Shikamaru, the Team's leader, with your face obviously covered by the ANBU mask. "Clearly, they won't need any good fortune. They have a Nara on their team, the mission is a definite success no matter how you loot at it" you said, with a confident scoff. "I think you flatter me too much without knowing me." he replied with a bored look. "I don't know you, huh? Well, that's a change of situation." your smirk widened under your mask. "Are you saying that you know me?" he asked, his eyes widening. "Do you trust me...Shika?" you purred his name, teasingly, in a low whisper, only for him to hear. His reply was a flustered stutter, not knowing what to say to this seeming stranger who actually knew who he was. He tried to think of all the people who could be, but he wasn't all that sure on who to pin-point. After all, there were many people with that hair colour in the village...But yours somehow stood up, in a familiar way. And it irked him to no end that he couldn't precisely tell who you were. There was something, however, that screamed "TRUST" about you, so before you went out of the room, he turned around and said a firm affirmative reply, making you chuckle lowly.

The Ino-Shika-Cho team started their mission and unknown to them, you followed them from the shadows, completely vanishing your chakra trace so they wouldn't realise you were there- The same going for the enemy about to come. Also, just as unknown to them, the mission was a far more difficult than they were informed, but it was more to lure the enemies out so you could pulverise them and take some captives. After all, you could be VERY persuasive in making them tell you their true intentions...With or without brute force.

The guys were already surrounded, Ino and Choji were visibly shaken up by the amount of enemies, while Shika was tense and furiously trying to think of the next 20 moves that will ensure his friends' survivability. One of the enemies started throwing some kunais at the Nara boy, aiming specifically at his vitals while he couldn't move because of his jutsu, so you knew it was high-time you took action and teleported between him and the kunais, easily deflecting all of them by flicking your katana at them.

"Yo! You thought Konoha would just let a team of kids die for no reason? Now that's just pathetic of you." you said, condescending. "Who are you, wench?! You think you can take all of us by yourself while also protecting those babies?! Ha! How ridiculous!" one of them laughed at you. "You'd be surprised...After all, I've been bathing in the blood of my enemies. I couldn't possibly keep my face so soft otherwise, y'know?" you chuckled lowly, intimidating the enemy. "Now...Prepare for your death."

Activating your Swift Release, you bolt through the enemies faster than the speed of light, making them all look around, not seeing where you were, as you slashed through them, laughing menacingly. It only took a couple of minutes until you were done with more than half of them, until some of them realised your pattern was focusing on protecting your Team, so they threw a bunch of shurikens at them, making you teleport back in front of Shikamaru, only this time, you couldn't even try to block them, so you shielded your face with your arms, taking all the 6 weapons, making your friends gasp. "Y-You're hurt! Why would you do something like that?!" Ino stuttered, scared for you. "Well...Shikamaru said that he trusts me...So I couldn't possibly let you get hurt, could I? Now, I'm just pissed off beyond borders." you said, gritting your teeth in anger. "Don't get hasty! Who knows what might happen-" Shikamaru tried to say, but you cut him off with a chuckle. "Now, now, Shika, listen here. There are 6 shurikens stuck in my arm. I will count until 6 as I take them off one by one. When I reach to 6...These guys either run for their life...Or get shred to pieces." "W-Woaw...That's so scary...And cool!" Choji exclaimed in wonder. "1...2...3..." you started counting, easily taking each shuriken out of your flesh, casually dropping it to the floor as you continued your number count "4...5...and....6" But before the 6th weapon could reach the floor, you were already in the middle of the enemy ground, slashing them, the burning rage surging through your veins. How dare they try to harm your friends?!

Never again.

Instead of mercilessly killing all of them, you kept 5 alive, and made Team 10 help you carry them to a safer place so you could interrogate them.

"So, what do we do now?" Shikamaru asked, looking at you quizzically. "Well, you see, Shika, since you trusted me, I have to reciprocate, right?" you asked, smirking. "To tell you the truth, this mission was an S-ranked one from the start, but you weren't supposed to know. If you knew I was there, or knew the real risks, the enemy would have found out and retreated before I could capture some of them." you explained like it was no big deal. "Is that why you asked if I trust you?" he asked, narrowing his eyes in suspicion. "Nah, that's not entirely it. This, however, is the reason. Then again, I thought you'd find out by the time I mentioned your nickname." you said nonchalantly, taking off your mask and arranging your shiny h/c hair. "I-It is you!" he tried to say, pointing at you as if he'd seen a ghost. " I knew it! But...!" he was just so confused that he facepalmed, saying how this whole situation was a drag. "Everything is troublesome for you, Shika. You missed me, didn't you? Did you have any more troubles with Iruka-sensei~?" you asked, looking at him lovingly, grinning. "Ah, whatever, that doesn't really matter anymore, does it?" he asked, scratching the back of his head, sheepishly. "You never change, do you? But this made you the first Chunin from your generation, so that must mean something. Can't say that I'm surprise-" you giggled, but were cut off by his shocked expression. "How do you know that?! You were busy with the whole ANBU thing, weren't you?!" he asked, not understanding how you could trouble yourself with such trivialities. "How mean, Shika. I would say that I know just about everything that happens in the village...But really...I work with your father, remember? I think I might have found out before you did." you laughed at his dumbstruck expression. "Woaw, Shikamaru, I never knew you had a girlfriend!" Ino said, slyly. "She's not my girlfriend! How troublesome..." he glared at his friend, annoyed that she'd imply such things.

But really, it was obvious that Ino knew something was going on between the two of you, and sooner or latter, this old friendship would blossom into something much more than either of you would have expected.

Hatake Kakashi

For a long time, you were very reserved towards Kakashi and you were afraid to actually let loose around him, indulging in showing any kind of emotion, in fear of failing the Shinobi Code and your parents, who indoctrinated you with this belief. Wherever you looked, Jonin like Asuma, Kurenai and Gai had such lovely relationships with their Genins and you could see Kakashi trying very hard with you, but your heart and brain have been battling for dominance for years, but no matter how much you tried, the hard aura your parents had over you always triumphed, so you gave up and kept the cold ice facade no matter how willing you were to scream to the world that you existed and had a heart as well.

This stress, however, was a horrible strain to your heart and body, which became the most visible on your first S-rank mission where you were faced with the one choice you never thought you'd have to take-

a) Save your teammates

b) Successfully complete the mission

At first, instinct drove you to abandon your comrades, knowing what your parents would want you to do, but before you could actually do anything, you froze and remembered Kakashi's masked smile and his words of advice, and you could feel your eyes water.

You cursed yourself for this change of heart and returned to where you left your friends, killed of the enemies ruthlessly, your anger at yourself and them evident, and took your the injured comrades to a safe place, trying your best to drag them back to the village and keep them alive.

To be fair, this was your first mission failure and you were scared beyond belief to return home. Your home...And your village, nonetheless. Having to face the Hokage and tell him that you failed the mission to save your friends just reminded you the horrible things your parents would say to you about how the mission is more important than your team and so on. You successfully took your friends to the Hospital and ignoring your own injuries, despite not life-threatening, still pretty bad, and went to report to the Hokage as formally and professionally as you could. To your surprise, he was understanding and nodded at you, already forming a plan with Shikaku Nara and telling you to go see Kakashi and discuss the mission since you clearly needed a break. You were already an adult by now but the embarrassment was overwhelming you to no end, making you slightly dizzy, eaten away by how your parents would react when you got home so soon. You didn't even realised that you dragged yourself past Kakashi, until you felt two hands on your shoulders, stopping you in place. Jumping in your own skin, you quickly raised your head, eyes widened and glistening with tears behind your mask, seeing Kakashi's kind visage.

"Yo, what happened? You seem in a pretty rough shape" he said, guiding you to your special spot, under a nice cherry blossom tree. "I...Failed..." you said, barely above a whisper, as you hugged your knees, trembling. "What? The mission? Yeah, it happens to the best of us. That's nothing to be ashamed of." he said, patting your head. "No...It's not okay...If I go home, I'll get the worst scolding possible...Gods, Senpai, what do I do? I'm scared to go home, is that even normal?!" he said, completely exhausted of this unnecessary struggle. "Hm? What do you mean?" he asked, his attention completely on you. "If you had the choice...To choose between the mission and your friends...What would you choose? You'd choose your friends, right?" you asked, throwing away your mask and looking at Kakashi with desperate, hopeful eyes. "Of course. That's how Konoha's ninjas are. We value our comrades." he said, as if it was obvious. "Then...What do you think I would choose?" you whispered, scared to hear the answer. "You know about the mission circumstances and you also know me. What do you think I...Chose that I failed? After all, if you paid attention, I never said I failed the MISSION. I just said I failed something." you stated, provoking. "Hmmm....Well, Y/N-chan, I think for you, the answer is obvious. You chose to save your friends, and for that, you think you failed yourself, your village, and the worst, your parents. Am I wrong?" he asked, nonchalantly. "I...W-Well...Y-You're...Not wrong..." you gulped, looking away. "I...I wanted to go on...To just leave them there so I could ensure the success of the mission...B-But...I...Couldn't...I..." you tried to say, but you covered your face in desperation. "You returned to save them and bring them to safety, huh?" he stated, knowing it was true. You could only nod in response, making him sigh and bring you closer to him. "If you ask me, you did the right thing. And to go on, if you ask any Jonin, they would have done the same as you did. There's always a difficult choice to make, and at the end, no matter what you choose, you will still be filled with regret. I'm sure you know, however, that in your heart, you feel happy and relieved that they will live, correct?" he inquired, in a soothing voice. "Y-Yes...You're right...But...I always thought what they said was true...Devoid yourself of all emotions and you will be able to do everything without any restraint. Everything made so much sense...But then...I saw the other Jonin...How nicely they bonded with their Genins...And then, there's you, having to deal with a problematic person like me who's constantly afraid to let go of her parents' teachings...How come you've never grown tired of my idiocy for so many years? I'd have gone insane-" you sobbed in his chest, trying to understand how he could stick up with you for so long. "Well, I guess I had faith in you. And besides...I saw my younger self in you." he said, looking up into the sky. "Wh-what?! How could that possibly be true? You're always so nice and compassionate-... I don't understand." you asked, looking up at him, confused. "You acted the way you did all these years because of your parents and in a way, so did I. When I was young, my father went on a similar mission as you. Like you, he chose to save his comrades, failing an important mission. In return, instead of gratitude and understanding, he was greeted with eternal shame and stigma...So much that it drew him to suicide." he explained in a low, sad voice. "N-No way...! Konoha did something like that?!" you gasped in shock. "It did. This made me think that I should put the mission above anything else, including my friends, so no matter who I met, I never got close to. My team, my teacher, his kind wife, the other Genin teams...All I had in mind was how to become stronger and be the perfect tool the village required." he continued his story, closing his eyes in recollection. "Then...Who changed your mind? You couldn't possibly change your mind by yourself, could you?" you mumbled.

"One of my teammates did. On our last mission together, during the 3rd Great Ninja War, Rin was captured. I said we should leave her and go on with our mission since she'd be surely dead by the time we'd get there, but he protested and went ahead, so I had to go after him, or he'd completely ruin the mission..." he sighed. "In the end, we saved her...At the cost of his own life. It was then that he awakened his Sharingan...But also, it was then that he got half-crushed by a stone, and his dying words was to protect Rin...And he gave me his Sharingan." he said, raising his forehead protector, showing you his red eye. "Then...Where is Rin now? I haven't heard of her around the village..." you asked, trying to grasp the situation, but he only hung his head. "I had to kill her. The situation was complicated, but it was her last wish." he replied, shocking your with his whole story. "I see...So...I guess we all have our bad parts, but with the help of our loved ones, we can learn to be better, right?" you said, trying to smile between your tears.

"Yeah, I think that's the case. If I could, so could you. I decided to train you not only because you were incredibly gifted, like the others told you, but because you reminded me so much of myself and I wanted to finally be the one to save someone. To make my friends and myself proud for once. I promised I wouldn't fail anyone again." he said, smiling at you, encouraging you.

You looked at him with big, relieved eyes, then hugged him tightly, thanking him and asking for his forgiveness since you were so afraid and stubborn, causing him sadness all these years without realising. You promised him you would let yourself become a human being and wear your heart on your sleeve. The only remaining problem was your parents, with which he easily assured you that he'll help, already telling you about this nice and cozy little apartment that you could immediately move in so you would escape the unneeded toxicity from your parents.

As you both stood up, grinning at each other, an obvious strong bond forming between the two of you, you got passionately jump-hugged by someone garbed in a green latex suit... Someone who could only be Maito Gai, Kakashi's eternal rival and secret best friend.

"AHHH, KAKASHI, Y/N, I'M SO PROUD OF YOU! YOU FINALLY FORMED SUCH A PASSIONATE AND YOUTHFUL FRIENDSHIP! I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!" but the way he was hugging you only made you gasp for air... The idiot was more strangling you than anything... But it was a nice feeling, regardless.

The feeling of having friends.

Sabaku no Gaara

It was known to everyone that Gaara was seen as a monster until very recently, which you didn't like, since you could see the innocence, purity and sorrow in his eyes whenever you met him. Being the Kazekage, he was always so busy, but for some reason, he'd always take the evenings off to walk with you around Suna, going to all the nice little cafes and so on, and really, you appreciated that with all your heart. He was an amazing person who just wanted to prove his worth to his people and gain their respect. This is a person who would die for his peers, but they are all so afraid of him because of others' mistakes that affected him and his past. This is exactly why you wanted to make sure you show him the beauty of life and its every aspect, no matter how insignificant, like how soothing the various tea aromas are, the various shades the sky would have every day, all the constellations on the clear sky or the infinite cloud shapes.

You found out that he was drawn to plants and life, so one day you gifted him a small cactus in a pretty purple pot. Gaara held it carefully, looking at it in wonder and put it on his Kazekage desk, then asked you how to properly take care of it. You happily obliged, telling him everything you knew about cacti and their maintenance, and you could swear you saw a small smile on his face.

The next time you went there, the cactus has a tiny blooming purple flower and it seated next to a very little green watering can that had a smiling red flower drawn on it. Then, you realised that on the pot, there was a small piece of paper and "Violet" was written in very pretty cursive. This really touched your heart and you could only grin in appreciation and happiness at how well the red-head would take care of his little spiky friend. "I'm very impressed at how well you take care of Violet, Kazekage-sama. I think plants really love you." you said very impressed. "Please, do not call me that. Just Gaara is fine. And...I think it's amazing how this little plant could give someone such happiness." he said, not taking his eyes off the little cactus. "Next time I come here, I promise to give you a little bonsai. They are much more difficult to take care of and require constant attention...And they absolutely love when people talk to them nicely." you said, beaming with happiness. "Plants can hear? How can they know if I talk to them or not? Or if I say nice things?" he asked, looking at you with wide, curious eyes. "Well...Honestly, I have no idea. But everyone saw that if they talk nicely and daily to their bonsai, it grows harmoniously." you said, thinking of the right answer. "Woaw...Plants are really amazing..." he exclaimed, fascinated. But before you could say anything else, Kankuro came in the room and stopped mid-track, a bit confused why you'd pay so much attention to a plant. "It's...Just a plant, you guys..." he sweatdropped. "Shush you! You shouldn't be one to talk, really, y'know? Spending every damn second of your life with your stupid puppets and all that. Even plants have more life than you do." you scoffed at him, looking away. "Kankuro...Did you know that plants like it when you talk to them?" he said in complete fascination, looking at his elder brother like a child telling a parent something new they just discovered. "Uh...No, I didn't. Anyways, Gaara, the Hokage asked to see you. Said something about an important discussion." he told his brother, seriously. "I see...Very well the-....Kankuro! I have a very important mission for you! And you MUST promise to complete it with utmost care!" the red-head looked alarmed at his brother, who widened his eyes in shock, thinking it was something very important and life-or-death. "O-Okay, Gaara, you know you can trust me. What is it?" he said, trying to calm his brother down. "Please...Every day you must promise to come in my office, water Violet and tell her she is appreciated!" he said, very strictly. "V-Violet...?" he asked, sweatdropping at the request. "The cactus, you idiot!" you said, annoyed at his reaction. "Ah, sure, fine, if that will make you happy, I will." he sighed dismissively. "Thank you, Kankuro. I knew I could rely on you." he said, smiling.

Kankuro stared at his little brother a bit and seeing the relief in his eyes, he smiled at him, letting you escort him to your village. Just as you were about to leave, you saw some villagers look at him in disgust , trash-talking him, calling him a monster and what not, which obviously upset him, but he showed no emotion on his face, only ignoring and walking away.

This whole scene, however, clearly made you sad beyond belief and anger became the prime emotion, scolding the hell out of those villagers, reprimanding them and saying how amazing of a person Gaara actually was. What wasn't surprising was how they ran away, leaving you to sigh aggravated, just wanting to punch their faces in. Turning around to join your friend back home, you notice he was staring at you, eyes wide in shock, which confused you.

"What is it, Gaara? Are you okay? I hope you didn't put their words at heart, they're just some idiots." you said, trying to soothe him. "Why did you do that?" he asked, blinking. "Do what?" you inquired, not understanding what he was trying to say. "Talk about me like that. Nobody did that before." he said, not sad, but just trying to understand. "I can't accept anyone trash-talking a wonderful person like you. And besides, I consider you a friend. I wouldn't be such a great friend if I didn't protect you, would I?" you grinned at him, trying to cheer him up. Instead, his face flushed a bit and he put his hand on his chest area, looking down. You thought he wasn't feeling well so you rushed over to him, holding his hand and with the other feeling his forehead for a fever, and in all honesty, he was a tad warm, but nothing close to a fever. "Gaara, are you feeling alright? Is your heart hurting?" you asked, concerned. "Uh...No...But it's racing faster than normal. It's...weird, but it also feels good." he said, not understanding this peculiar phenomenon. "O-Oh...! Aww, that's really sweet, then! Gaara, I think what you're feeling is your body telling you that you care about me, at least enough to consider me a friend!" you grinned, excited. "I think you are right...Then, I'm glad that you are my friend. Thank you." he said with a gentle smile, gazing at you with gratitude. "I'm happy that you consider me a friend too, Gaara. I'm very happy." you told him as you surprised him with a hug.

At first he didn't know how to react, but as soon as he copied your move, you could feel his heart racing a bit harder than before. Nonetheless, this new warm feeling was something you absolutely live for, and hoped the red-head reciprocated.

It was a long and uneventful journey back to Konoha, thankfully. You didn't talk much, but even the short conversations you had were meaningful and lovely. You found it adorable how Gaara would now learn the beauties of life and you were happy that you could be the one to guide him into seeing the good parts of life. The Hokage said the meeting would take place the next day, letting him rest for the time, so you decided to take him to your favourite cafe and at the end, you took him star-gazing, and told him a pretty little trick about cacti, which you directly showed him on your own plant.

"And, you put this cute piece of cloth around the edge of the pot like this...Do a knot...And that's it!" you exclaimed, watching the lovely display with glee. "What is it?" the boy asked, looking at it attentively. "It's...A cactie." you grinned at your own silly joke, trying to explain the pun. Once realisation took over him, he let out an amused sigh and promised to give Violet a lovely light-blue cactie as well, so your plants would match.

Kankuro

You were enjoying Kankuro's company far more than you wanted to admit- more or less because he was so easy to tease and his reactions were adorable. To be fair, you still didn't take your mask off, but even if you did, you learnt from your senpai, Kakashi, to always keep a secret mask, just in case. On the other hand, what you loved the most about your ANBU mask is that it's a cat one, which compliments your nickname for Kankuro perfectly.

A week passed since you've been hanging out with him more or less due to the mission assigned, but even so, it was the most fun you've had in ages. Working with the ANBU was no easy stuff- always in danger, life-threatening situations and what not, and to top it all, you were the captain of your squad, so you were in charge of your teammates too.

Lovely, huh~?

Today you decided to take Kankuro to one of the loveliest places in the forest where you would go to train and relax when you were younger. It was a gorgeous clearing illuminated shyly by the warm rays of sun, where dozens of butterflies would fly around and the cute critters of the woods would come to greet you if they sensed your heart was pure and kind, which by now, they knew you already.

"So, what's this place? It's pretty, but I think it means something more to you than some random spot in the forest." he wondered, looking around nonchalantly. "Well thought, Kankuro. You can call this my little piece of Heaven, if you wish." you explained, smirking. "Mhm. Well, you've nice tastes, I guess." he nodded in acknowledgment. "Can't you just appreciate the beauty of this place and relax for once? Apart from the occasional bunny, there's nothing going to attack you here." you sighed, a bit aggravated by his nit-picking attitude. "Well, if you say so~ Then I'll indulge." the puppeteer exclaimed.

With an easy-going smile, he put his hands behind his head and let himself plop on the soft grass, letting his eyes close peacefully. You could only look at him in wonder, seeing how relaxed he could get even in a place unfamiliar to him... Sometimes, you wished you could let yourself relax like this too, but honestly, you forgot how to even get a good night's sleep in your own home, in the middle of the village. It was quite pathetic.

Smiling softly, you sat on your belly next to him and with a finger, you started scratching him under the chin, making him unconsciously make a cute kitty smile. Propping your own chin in on your palm, you started cooing at him for being an adorable kitten, not hiding your obvious teasing tone. He stayed like that for what seemed like a minute until he suddenly snapped open his eyes, probably realising what was going on, and quickly went into a sitting position, glaring at you. This behaviour of his made you chuckle as you rolled on your back, hands behind your head, one knee bent while the other leg sat over it, looking innocent, as if nothing happened.

"What is it, Kankuro~? Did something happen~?" you asked, teasing the boy. "You...! YOU VIXEN! Don't treat me like some pet!" he screamed, pointing at you accusingly. "But you're so adorable, Kitty-cat~! Can you really blame me? Besides, you seemed to be enjoying yourself, why break that over some petty cocky pride? Is it really worth it?" cooing at him, you tried to scratch his chin again. "Shut up..." Kankuro muttered, looking away, embarrassed. "You seemed at ease...How do you do that?" you inquired, curious. "Do...What? Relax?" he asked, raising his eyebrows in confusion. "Mhm. With all that's been going on in the past years, I can't even rest at home without getting startled by the wind and waking up in the middle of the night 3 times." you told him, a bit bummed out. "Ouch. That must be really painful, huh?" he cringed at the thought of not sleeping properly, much like his younger brother, and thought of a solution. "I guess it helps in missions, at least." you shrugged, thinking you are helpless. "How can you resist?" he asked in a low voice. "I s'ppose I'm pretty resilient. This place has always been the only way I could relax in some way, but still not as much as I would have liked. " you said dismissively. "Hmmm...Well, I think I've got an idea." he looked as if a lightbulb appeared above his head. "Amaze me, love- " you tried to begin, but before you could say anything else, he put your head on his chest, making you flustered and quite confused at his actions.

You said nothing, trying to analyse the situation and understanding how could this help you in any way, when he put his hand in your hair, playing with it soothingly. Weirdly enough, you could already feel yourself slowly relax, a weird, warm energy surging through you.

"Wh-What is this?" you tried to say, stuttering a tad, not understanding what you were feeling. "Dunno, but it's working, isn't it?" he said, knowingly. "Mhm..." you hummed in appreciation, feeling a wave of tiredness taking over you. "When I was very little, my mum would do this and sing me to sleep when I had a nightmare. Now, I didn't inherit her great voice, but this is something I can do for sure." he explained in a nostalgic voice. "It's...Really nice." you said with a sigh.

As he hummed in approval, he closed his eyes, continuing to play with your hair. You too managed to close your eyes in peace for a few before you heard a twig snap, and in the blink of an eyes, you were on your feet, weapons out, ready to pulverize the enemy-...

That proved to be, in fact, a small bunny. Kankuro only laughed at you while you sighed and put your weapons back in their sheathes, kneeling down and letting the bunny hop on your hands. Your shoulders slumped down after the sudden shock and you sat down next to the boy, letting him pet the small critter. He was a bit reluctant, not wanting to scare it off, but to his surprise, it leaned on his touch, making you smile at the puppeteer's hidden gentle side. You didn't even realise that his other hand was on your hair, petting it gently, making you also lean in, until he shifted his gaze on you, chuckling.

"I guess the rabbit isn't the only one who likes this." Kankuro teased you. "Mh...Don't ruin the moment, Kitty-cat." you murmured, glaring at him slightly behind the mask. "You're going to be the death of me." he sighed, pouting. "The only kind of death you'd want." you couldn't even stop teasing him. "I won't argue with that." he said, grinning down at you.

You could only stifle a laugh at his cute expression before you leaned your head of his shoulder, closing your eyes and enjoying the moment as if it was your last happy one.

Hyuga Hinata

Many years passed since you first met the young and sweet Hyuga girl and you were very happy to see that with these years, she made up with her brother, found a role model to show her how to raise up and not give up, and on top of that, she found true friends to support her, which is the most important.

Sure, since you were a tad older, your rank was also higher, which meant that you wouldn't have the time to meet up too often, but in the rare occasions that you did, you'd always cherish it. Today you were assigned a new mission which would start in a week and it took place in Yukigakure, a place where it's always Winter, so you had to get really warm clothes as precaution. When you told Hinata about your mission, she got very worried and told you to be very careful, so you only grinned and kissed her forehead, telling her that you appreciate her worry, but to your surprise, her face flushed up redder than a tomato and uh...

Fainted.

Blinking in confusion, you pick her up bridal style and bring her to a pretty meadow near a river, secretly thanking the stars that nobody was around to disturb you, so you sat down, resting her head on your lap as you soothingly played with her hair and absent-mindedly hummed a song from your childhood.

To be frank, you got a bit bored until she woke up, so taking advantage of the many colourful flowers around, you started making a light purple and white flower crown, making it so pretty that it made you grin in satisfaction.

By the time you were ready with it, you feel a shift and see Hinata getting into a sitting position, apologising frantically for acting the way she did.

You couldn't help but smile at her lovely innocence and put the flower crown on her head, admiring her beauty.

"Well, Hinata, if you wouldn't mind, I think now you look like a real princess. Flowers look amazing on you. You're gorgeous." you said, moving a hair strand behind her ear. "Th-Thank y-you, Y/N-chan..." she stuttered, looking down, trying to hide her rosy blush. "B-But...I th-think you are m-much prettier than me." she said, trying to look at you. "You do? Well, if that's the case, would you make me a flower crown too, so we can be princesses together?" you asked, grinning at her with a glint of teasing in your eyes. She only nodded and looked around for the perfect colours that would go well together and suit you the best, and in the end, with her hands softly shaking in embarrassment, she made a gorgeous flower crown in your two favourite colours, then put it on your head, with a soft smile, gazing at you in admiration.

"I was right, y-you're really beautiful, Y/N-chan!" she exclaimed. "Thank you, Hinata-chan. Well, then, I guess now we can rule the world together." you said, putting your hand over hers. "R-Rule the world?" she asked, blinking in confusion. "Ah, right, I don't even need to rule the world. I already have it." you chuckled, looking at her. "Wh-What do you mean by that?" she pressed on, curious of your metaphors. "Well...I have you in my life, right? You are my world, Hinata-chan. I think that's enough for me." you said in a sweet voice which only made the girl flustered even more.

You stayed like that until late evening came and you escorted her back home, being greeted by Neji who apparently was about to look for her as well, making sure she's alright.

"Don't worry, Neji-san, I'll take care of Hinata-chan with my life." you said winking at him, reassuringly. "Thank you for that, Y/N. Hinata-sama, it is late. Let us go home now." he said, calmly, the ghost of a smile forming on his face, seeing his cousin beaming with happiness. "Th-Thank you for today, Y/N-chan! Good night!" she exclaimed, waving at you, smiling sweetly.

You waved at her back with a content face before you went back home, resting for the week before your mission. That morning, as you were about to take off, you were greeted by Hinata who was holding something in her hands, which on further notice, you realised was a f/c scarf. When you asked why she was here at such an early hour, she said that she had to make sure you'll be alright and put the scarf around your neck, kissing your cheek and wishing you good luck and a safe journey.

You were so touched by her actions that you hugged her tightly and promised to return to her with a pretty souvenir before you actually took off, her sweet smile in your mind.

Haruno Sakura

After Sakura had to leave back to her own village you were a bit sad because nobody around actually had the same passion about healing and learning and nor did they memorise trivial stuff so easily and still be interested in more. The good part was- You have always been a close friend to Kankuro and after witnessing how you'd always light up in glee when the pinkette would enter the room, making you drop everything you were doing just so you could talk to her about virtually anything, and he decided that he'd convince Gaara to give you as many missions in Konoha as he could, but careful enough not to tire you out, especially since you were the head of the Suna Hospital and people needed you.

Today you had another simple mission to the Leaf Village and you were very excited to get there, get it over with and find the girl you were looking for since she promised to show you around the village. Sure enough, just as you exited the Hokage's office, you were greeted by Sakura, who was leaning on the wall with a smug expression on her face, which made a confused smile appear on your face.

"Hey, Sakura! So glad to see you!" you said, excited. "It's great seeing you too, Y/N! How are you? Everything alright in Suna?" she asked, making small talk. "Yeahh, the Kazekage and his brother are in perfect health now, thanks to you and your help. Thank you again for your aid. We couldn't have done this without you." you said, gratefully. "Alliances are important, but protecting precious friends is what's even better. Besides, I wouldn't have met you, right?" she winked at you, giggling. "Ha, yeah, you're right. Well, I brought a dossier with all the rare plants I found in Yukigakure and-" you tried to say, but she quickly cut you off. "Nope! Today, you're going to relax and rest! No more studying or anything of the sort. Come on, I'll take you to the best place in Konoha!" she took your wrist and dragged you to this really quiet tea place where the ambiental music was lullaby to your ears and the various tea aromas would make your knees go weak. "This is amazing...!" you said, breathless. "Mhm! And the books here are really good for a light reading too. It's a nice system where you come here and if you want, you can leave a copy of your favourite book, and in turn, you can browse and borrow any book here." she explained, pointing to the many vintage bookshelves. You only stared in wonder as you examined each and every book until you got to one that stole your eyes. "Oh, The Picture of Dorian Gray! Nice choice, Y/N. You know what's hilarious?" she asked, looking at you with a smile. "What is?" you inquired, holding the book close to your chest. "I brought that book here." she stated simply, leaving you shocked. "No way! Really? Woaw, that's amazing, really. What a great coincidence! Then, I guess this will be the first book I read from the long list I have." you grinned, sitting down at a small table where a little vase with lavenders was placed and a few small, scented candles were surrounding it, giving off a scent that soothed all your senses. Sakura really had amazing tastes in cafes and tea places. Before you could even open the book and read the first book, she started reciting one of Dorian's lines with perfect intonation, no stuttering, everything spoken perfectly, making you stare at her in admiration and wonder. When she finished, you could only clap her, amazed at her memorization skills and praised her. She only grinned at you, appreciatively and sipped from her tea, trying to hide a forming blush on her cheeks- But you saw, which made your heart race.

After you finished your tea- and a small argument about her paying and saying how you will pay when she comes to Suna-, she decided to take you on a relaxing walk through the forest since nobody would be there, training, which surprisingly, was quite true.

"Ahh, Sakura~! I found you~!" you heard a teasing voice call from behind, which on further inspection was a pretty blonde girl with light blue eyes. "What are you doing here? Hi, you must be the new friend Sakura mentioned! I'm Ino, nice to meet you!" she said, extending her hand for you to shake, which you did, but felt a bit awkward since you had no idea who she was. "Hi, Ino, I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you too." you said, trying to smile politely, but you weren't exactly great with strangers. "I'm busy, Ino, come back to pester me later, okay?" Sakura said, putting her arm around your shoulder, urging you to walk away from her. "Ahh, Sakura, Sakura, you and your big, billboard forehead never change, do you?" Ino asked, laughing. "Shut up, Ino-pig! Go away!" Sakura yelled at her frenemy. "Aww, why do you get so flustered? As if you didn't kno-" she tried to say, but you cut her off. "I don't get why you're so mean to Sakura. I think she looks very pretty. Besides, she doesn't have a big forehead, and her haircut really suits her." you said, shrugging. "Y-Y/N-chan..." Sakura murmured, shocked at your words. "I understand now! Sakura got over Sasuke-kun and got a girlfriend to protect her, hmm~?" she stifled her laughs as the pinkette would just fume. "Well, at least she has a girlfriend. I don't see you having anyone saying nice things about you. Bye, Ino-pig!" you said, holding your friend's hand and walking away from the angry blonde. "Thank you for your nice words, Y/N-chan. You didn't have to...I and Ino have always been like this. Well...Since we found out we both liked the same guy, that is." she explained with a sigh. "I think ruining a friendship over a guy is pretty sad, actually. But, if it helps with anything, I think you're much prettier than her." you said, trying to lighten up the mood. "Well, I figured that out some time ago...Also, I think I actually managed to get over Sasuke-kun...Sasuke, my former teammate." she said, smiling at the sky. "That means you and her can be the great friends you were before the falling out happened, right?" you asked, hopeful. "Nahh, I think I quite like our constant bickering. It's entertaining now that we're both aware that none of it is true. It's our unique way of showing that we care for one another." she laughed, shaking her head, "Well, as long as you're happy, I think it works. That smile looks gorgeous on you, if you ask me." you said, nonchalantly.

She only widened her eyes, looking at you, then shifted her expression into a grateful smile and kissed your cheek, thanking you and intertwining her fingers with yours, continuing the relaxing walk through the woods, nobody bothering you anymore.

Unknown to you, Ino was still watching the two of you, cheering silently, happy for her best friend.

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homesception · 5 years

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May 31, 2013 - part 1: wherein Lobac eats a cookie.

To be fair, it has been like two hundred years since my last update. That’s a pretty good nap. Just means I’m all the more rested to work on new stuff, right? I mean, I need to keep a spritely pace up if I still plan on catching up to Lobac’s liveblog before said liveblog catches up to the comic. Which for sure is still an actual thing at all, and not a bit of exclusive humor between friends.

Last time Lobac was getting into some theory crafting and analysis of the classpect system. I didn’t have much to say about that at the time, particularly not much that wouldn’t qualify as spoilers, so iirc I was mostly just responding with random thoughts and video links, half of which are dead now. There was a bit left over looking at the troll’s perster names, which was also good stuff, but lacking anything coherent to say about it, I’ll just gloss past the rest of that post, apart from:

Lobac said:

Thank you all for sticking around °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

As if you could ever get rid of me. ~{@PQ}~

Moving on, we rejoin the comic with PM visiting the Black Queen to retrieve the mysterious GREEN PACKAGE, which had been impounded by agents of the Black Court as a result of a traffic violation. The Black Queen cuts an imposing figure, and Lobac is, of course, duly imposed.

later, Lobac said:

Are those… tentacles ( ´ _ ｀) I thought only the imps were affected by the prototypings?

OH SHIT OH SHIT THAT LOOKS SO COOL HOT DAMN (゜▽゜) Wowow look at her joints! Look at all the carapace-y stuff going on there!

These days, Lobac’s soft spot for this particular sort of shiny, black, possibly betentacled monster-type aesthetic is well documented. I’m pretty sure she would have loved the black queen’s design even if it wasn’t just objectively cool as hell, but that certainly doesn’t hurt. I’m kind of sad that we never got a proper fight scene out of this particular version of her.

That’s not a spoiler is it? I’m pretty sure that’s not a spoiler.

Yeah, the random objects the kids threw in the general directions of their seizuresprites are directly affecting the final boss. NOTHING COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG HERE EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE

I don’t see the problem here. Nothing the kids could possibly put in those sprites could be at all unsettling or dangerous.

haa haa. hee hee. hoo hoo.

Her face is so weird though It’s Jaspers-shaped, and her eyes are constantly narrowed, I can’t even tell whether it’s in distaste or amusement

Why not both?

Andrew sure is proud of that hand’s close-up She’s not even dramatically pointing she’s literally just saying “yeah I dunno anything about that kinda shit you best go down there and ask my pretty princess, I mean, subordinate”

It is a pretty great hand, honestly. I think this particular image gets called back to a few more times yet.

Yeah Rose! You go and fulfill your as of yet unclear vaguely Seering-related destiny

Yeah, Rose! Get on that, maybe!

ROSE NO YOU ARE 13 THAT IS GONNA TASTE AWFUL TO YOU Heh I legitimately don’t know whether her mom would be proud of or disappointed in her if she could see her now Is this an act of defiance or emulation Just silly teenage antics, probably, but I’d like to think she misses her

Rooooooose Rose nooooooooooooooooo （ ´ω｀） Ehehe I love how the artstyle turns super silly to reflect how upset/surprised she is

These two panels constitute one of the most iconic funny moments in the comic. It works really well. Shoot, I should have done the post topper-edit based on these, huh? Oh, well. The one I already did took like four hours, mostly due to my extreme rustiness, so I’m not going back now.

Otherwise, I also like to think of Rose missing her mom here. Maybe not admitting it to herself, but still. I also still ascribe to the “everything Mom ever did was 110% unironic, Rose made up the whole passive aggressive conflict between them in her head, her mom wasn’t passive agressive she was just a bonkers drunk rich lady” headcannon that I think I spoke about ages ago in this very liveblog.

Anyway, yeah, this is both a hilarious joke and a fantastic little character moment for Rose. Another contributing factor to Rose being my big early favorite with a seemingly insurmountable head start in the ‘best character’ race.

Actually, lately, since the end of the comic, she’s been gaining ground again for me? I mean, one of the trolls definitely surpassed her for most of my Homestuck fan life, but... eh, whatever. There’s no way I can getting into how my feelings about those characters developed over the comics life without being way more spoilery than even I’ve already been, so that kind of talk will have to wait for later. Even if later means ‘years from now’ or ‘never’.

BOO FUCKING YAH, IT’S THE WHITE QUEEN Or Windswept Questant, for now She’s also as of yet uncorrupted by the kids’ silly sprite shenanigans

Lobac had been waiting for this reveal for a while, I think.

PM: Command John to put the carved tablet into a pyxis.

You follow the command telling you to command John to put the carved tablet in the pyxis and type, “John, put the carved tablet into the pyxis.” You successfully do that, and he successfully does that too. Everyone is friendly and cooperative.

Ah yes, you so rarely get this kind of friendly cooperation from narrators these days

It was a rather uncommonly tidy sequence, for this comic.

Shit I just remembered those typing hands we saw when trying to name Jack, the reader is like a physically present entity??? Maybe???

What prompted this thought? The earlier black queen hand image hanging in your head, then a bit about narrators entering text, and that old bit just pops up? It’s cool how brains work, making intuitive connections and all that.

What if we eventually zoom out to reveal a human exile commanding everyone. We’ve only been watching that human mess around up until now. The real story begins when they just suddenly go “whelp that was kinda fun. gotta look for food tho” at an incredibly dramatic moment.They turn away from the console. And then we watch them slump through the desert for thousands of pages and their journey of introspective self-discovery is the actual story. Yes.

Shit, Lobac just predicted the whole narrative! No point in continuing this liveblog, I guess. “[#P%]t

Well, obviously this means that WV has an uncanny knack for distances and PM has one for sounds AR can probably track down crimes by their scent He’s like McGruff the Crime Dog, but a little less fluffy

I used to love McGruff the Crime Dog. Until I grew up and realized he was a tool of THE MAN.

dear gOD SHE REALLY IS PUTTING JACK IN DRESSES (*≧▽≦)ﾉｼ He and Slick are basically the same person, right? Oh man he is gonna stab the shit out of her one of these days

~{%|%}~

Jack Noir, more like JACK NO. NO YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE OUT THERE MURDERING PEOPLE AND FROLICKING THROUGH THE STREETS WITH YOUR ASSHOLE CREW. WHAT ARE YOU DOING THIS IS PATHETIC o(`д´ ｡)

I’d say this is a “be careful what you wish for” moment, but I think Lobac knew exactly what she was doing here.

Ticket? Oh, this thing. Ha, ha, look at that, you are holding a ticket. How did that get in your hand? It belongs on the desk with the others. No, you are not here to pay a parking ticket. You explain to the frightening man that you are here to pick up that green parcel.

GIVE ME A C! GIVE ME A U! GIVE ME A T AND I AND E! sheeEEEE’S A CUTIE!!!!

Honestly, they’re all cuties. the cuteness of the entire cast, even the villains mostly, in both visual depiction and personality, really is a big selling point of the whole comic.

There was a time when I wasn’t super into cute things. I was never viscerally opposed to cuteness, never when through a virulently anti-girly-stuff phase, but these days I’m MUCH more into things being cute. I just like cute characters! Sure, I like things that are somber and spooky, but the best is when they’re somber and spooky AND super cute!

Like, Hollow Knight. That whole game is like exactly my favorite aesthetic these days. Sad and morose and dark and adorable.

But more often than not homestuck still comes pretty close to that ideal. You just want to hug the shit out of all of these doofuses, a few stab wounds here or there be damned. Speaking of stab wounds...

WHOOPS TENSION. THIS IS NOT WHAT I MEANT. I DO NOT ACTUALLY WANT YOU TO START KILLING PEOPLE OK

Maybe Lobac didn’t know what she was asking for earlier.

Wait, the crowns, what the fuck, he wants her to KILL THE KING AND QUEEN??? SHE’S JUST A MAIL LADY ヾ(´･-･｀)ノ”

How does he even know she’s desperate enough to kill people just to get one package?

The PARCEL MISTRESS departs with her mission of double agency. You wonder if she’ll actually be so foolish as to attempt to uphold her end of the lopsided bargain. You make a policy of handing out a REGISWORD and a HITLIST to just about everyone who enters your office. But you never think anyone’s actually going to GO THROUGH with it.

What a phenomenal asshole That explains that

pretty much. As for the box itself...

Yeeeeah you’re not actually gonna show me so, go ahead, taunt me, get it over with

PFFFFPFPFPFPFFF WHAT SOMETHING COMPLETELY RIDICULOUS APPARENTLY? NOT AS RIDICULOUS AS HIS FACE THO. Magnificent asshole cutie

Hahah, \[&P%]/

Anyway, at this point the action cuts back to the kids, and that seems a good a time as any to take a break. I could just save this as a draft and finish the rest of lobac’s post later? I mean, then I wouldn’t have to take extra time for another panel edit? But I kind of want to post something now, so I guess well do this one in parts again. part 2 scheduled for, let’s be ambitious and say may 2022

How did I ever use to have the time for this blogging shit? I’ve been working on this for like six hours, and only got like a third of the way through one update? I guess I was just younger then.

I’m so old now. Time just gets away from me.

And my back hurts all the time.

#homestuck #homestuck liveblog #homestuck liveblog liveblog #lobac #chaos chaos #i can do anything #apparently tumblr mobile displays #this neatly and cleanly formatted post #as a nightmare mishmash of different font sizes #and text styles #with no particular marcation for quotes #oh well #if you're 'reading' this on mible #i'm sorry #it looks fine on desktop I promise you

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oks........... here’s a gigantic headcanon dump about my most important aspects for deck so i dont end up reblogging everything like an idiot.

it is important to know that being bullied and not being able to become a hero are not the reasons why he’s resorted to villainy. well, supposedly they are supporting factors on why, but that’s not the initial reason. deck’s view of villainy, or at least how the media would perceive it, is someone who either a) does bad and/or b) has views that heavily contradict majority of society’s, and that’s what caused them to turn against it. though izuku can also fall under statement a ( despite his kill count; though this is something i’ll cover up further later ) he moresoever falls more under statement b. izuku’s views and perception of heroism, quirks, and how society portrays these two things SEVERELY counter society. and thus, villainy. all of his acts, all of his beliefs, they’re not made out of pure pettiness or want for revenge. he’s looked upon not only HIS own experience due to these things, but also studied other people’s experiences, and have therefore turned against society as a whole.

IZUKU COMPLETELY LIES ABOUT HIS QUIRK. HE DOES NOT COME OUT AS QUIRKLESS. he comes up with the fake quirk ANALYZE that gives him the ability to instantly know a person’s quirk at first glance, as well as the ability to speculate their weaknesses and strengths quickly. the reason for this is for his belief that people only think people these days are extremely powerful due to their quirks. people, though not all, seem to rely on them too much.

with THAT important factor covered, let’s get more onto the specifics.

IN TERMS OF BACKSTORY.

the basic timeline put into a brief statement would go in this order.

IZUKU AND KATSUKI ARE CHILDHOOD BEST FRIENDS. prior to gaining their quirks, although their relationship wasn’t exactly the best despite katsuki’s high pride, izuku and katsuki hold an EXTREMELY close relationship and have considered each other best friends at this time. that is until then, ruined completely when katsuki’s quirk arrives- completely ruining their friendship with katsuki’s head growing wider, and his view of izuku deteriorating due to his quirkless state.

IZUKU’S ATTACKED BY THE SLIME MONSTER. ALL MIGHT SAVES HIM. is then told that his dream of becoming a quirkless hero is unrealistic, and thus leaves his hopes and dreams crushed into debris. whether he helps katsuki in the attack is completely unknown, but is said that he has, though all might isn’t there to watch. katsuki is saved nonetheless by another hero though izuku was scolded for his reckless acts. the complete difference that tears this AU apart from canon is all might does not approach him. with that scene out of the way, the what if scenario takes its place.

IZUKU ENTERS U.A’S EXAM WITHOUT A QUIRK. and, of course, fails.one thing to note is, though, he does help uraraka when the robot arrives-- pathetically attempting to save her from the large piece of rubble that’s fallen on her. yet, despite his lack of a quirk, he wasn’t able to enter u.a at all, and was denied.

IZUKU, FOR A SHORT AMOUNT OF TIME, ENTERS ANOTHER, NORMAL HIGHSCHOOL. but despite his depression cranking up, his mother advises him to skip a year at least. he does, but this is where the epiphany strikes him : questions like why couldn’t i be a hero arises, question on why everyone rejected him all because he was quirkless. the bullying, the discrimination, the constant underestimation, all because of this fact. all because of his quirk. not just him--- many others. stories of people actually killing themselves despite this, people forcibly driven into villainy just because their quirk was too ‘’villainous’’. people forced into marriages just for quirk amalgamations-- the statistics of more and more violent disasters ever since quirks’ arrival. the differences of crimes before and now because of quirks’ arrival. quirks made everything chaotic,or at least says the boy. it was his damn duty to erase it. not for his sake, but everyone’s.

IZUKU RAN AWAY FROM HOME WITH NO SIGN OF WHATSOEVER AT THE AGE OF 14. the only things he’s seem to brought are a few clothes and some of his notebooks. his mother went frantic, so did katsuki and his family, and missing posters were spread all around. but no one ever listened. and it seemed like only the two of them cared about the case more than anyone. IZUKU, THUS, WAS DECLARED DEAD. the cause of death was unknown despite never being found and not knowing how he’d die; though it was dubbed as suicide knowing the cases of most quirkless’ peers who resorted to suicide too.

IN REALITY OF THAT, IT WAS IZUKU SLOWLY DELVING INTO VILLAINY. he was a wanderer, at first, no exact place to stay. he’s killed at least two to three heroes, by complete accident or so he’d say. a complete rush of anger-- and this is where he realizes how heroism was corrupted, similar to stain’s ideals, though he sticks more closely to his original ones.

HE IS THEN FOUND BY KUROGIRI, AND THUS INVITED INTO THE LEAGUE. but, instead of completely joining the league, he introduces himself as analyzer cleverly ( funnily enough, it was an impromptu decision right on the spot. ) who was a ‘ for hire strategist ‘. word got around about this strategist quick, and thus increased his reputation and he was able to interact with the villains more. take note that he doesn’t like them just as much as he doesn’t like the heroes. he was able to analyze about these heroes even more, and the same goes with these villains, widening his knowledge about quirks and whatnot. he studies more about the anatomy of quirks, how to counter them, finding a possible way to reverse them, and other helpful things. also given a place to stay, though isn’t exactly in the league’s premises, but is taken care by them and is nearby as well.

THE YAKUZA EVENTUALLY HIRES HIM AT ONE POINT. he then, carefully enough, manages to steal at least two to three quirk destroying bullets. he uses these to replicate them with the same purpose, though was only able to successfully make a few batches. with other research and resources from the league, he’s able to make his own version of quirk destroying bullets, though limited, and other serums that cancel the person’s quirk temporarily, nullifies the person’s limb to refrain them from using their quirk temporarily, penetrates an unexplainable pain throughout the victim’s body when shot, etc.

AND WITH THIS, THE VILLAIN UNKNOWN RISES. at the age of fifteen, izuku was able to spread the name unknown across the media. unknown was given the title of the elusive ( hero ) killer, thanks to his quick escapes and unknown persona. he wasn’t caught by the media ( yet ) by face, but is known with his costume of plain clothing and a cracked al might mask. unknown is given the title of the hero killer as his main targets are heroes--- but. he kills heroes. not the person themself. he kills the hero by taking away their quirk permanently. there are only some instances wherein he manages to kill them fully, but that isn’t his true intention. however, he wasn’t given the full title of the hero killer as stain’s already taken it.

IDENTITY AS A VILLAIN.

izuku, as analyzer, is known to be cunning, enigmatic, and all in all strange. he was a respected icon throughout the villainous leagues, thanks to his intellect and fair power. despite being surrounded by adults most of the time, his tongue and dictation is far more advanced than a boy his age, meaning if one were to speak with him, he’d speak as if he was an adult, not a teenager.

izuku, as unknown, is known to be a complete mystery. hence the given alias. he doesn’t speak much- but, when he does, it’s usually his ideals, similar to stain.

“ heroism.. its such a pretty word, isn’t it? but the beauty that it holds, the altruism and selflessness that it stands for, all gone. it’s all molded into this fucked up business that you fools have turned it to, a competition to rank who’s the best when it shouldn’t even be ranked at all. everything about heroism is ruined. you sick fucks call yourselves heroes when you’re the very beings who’ve ruined it. it sickens me-- it saddens me. “

his kind and gentle demeanor is crushed to his belief that if he continues to put up his old acts, he’ll only fall to his downfall. he needs to learn how to stand up for himself. the main idea is he’s almost killed his past self as he took it as a lesson that his old self has brought him nothing but pain.

though his entire identity as izuku isn’t erased. he’s stil nervous around girls his age, as to why he’s nervous when toga’s waaay too close to him and loses most of his composure and the ‘’’gentleman’’esque act. he sticks to his ideals way too close and is the main factor on why he’s reached this far. his high pain tolerance is also a factor to why he’s still standing, and to why he lasts longer in battles. izuku is still izuku, regardless that he’s a villain.

goes by several aliases, such as ...

ANALYZER : the name used when he addresses himself to villains.

UNKNOWN : the name given by the media and the name heroes know him by.

DORI : since he isn’t 24/7 doing his villain work, and his face isn’t known as a complete villain, he sometimes wanders around as a normal citizen and introduces himself with this name-- acting as if a normal fanboy to heroes, both building and pros alike.

he’s inhabited most of katsuki’s acts. if anything, he acts almost similar to him, as katsuki is a ‘’’twisted version of what he wants to become’’’, and since his assertiveness and determination is one of the things he used to admire about him, he ended up developing the same attitude, though knowingly terrible. he isn’t aware of this, though.

MISC.

izuku calls katsuki katsuki. not kacchan. though he holds no anger to him ( and all might ) he definitely doesn’t hold any affection or looking up to him anymore. the name ‘ kacchan ‘ is something he’d express with tenderness. he calls him katsuki to note their past friendship, but completely cuts off the tenderness he once held for him.

izuku is filipino-japanese. his mother’s side is filipino, his father japanese. he grew up in japan though and practices very little filipino culture. is able to speak bisaya and tagalog, but isn’t completely fluent.

izuku has asperger’s and bpd. asperger’s is diagnosed, but bpd isn’t.

izuku is anemic. this is thanks to his terrible health and how he takes care of himself.

#the ultimate headcanon post...#im so exhausted jKLSFM why did i build him up so much thi sis so funny #tenderness ! i've come to miss your warmth.#suicide m /#long post /#drugs m /#I NEED..TO UPDATE MY ACTUAL BIO BUT SJKFLMSKFJM #idk what i missed but ok

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zichiandhisnonsense · 6 years

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I see at least one (1) person is interested in my bad DM ramble, so that’s good enough for me! I shall shove this ramble under a readmore too because it gets preeeetty long

Okay, so cut back to 2015/16, my last year in university. I stumbled upon an advertisement in my classroom for the campus’ d&d and board gaming group. I thought “y’know what? I’ll give it a go, I do play d&d online but I have yet to experience an in-person game, y’know?”

I had no idea what I was about to experience.

Now, the first session was an experimental piece. Everyone played munchkin, a couple of board games, got to know each other etc etc, there was also 2 DMs and so we got split up into groups. Once we were acquainted with each other, we learned it was d&d 3.5 and we learned the groups we were playing in, it was time to pack up and let the LGBT society have the room. Everyone would make their characters and e-mail the DM if we got stuck and he was nice enough to trust we wouldn’t cheat, but that would be his only redeeming quality as DM... Well, that and he didn’t force an over-powered DMPC.

Now, as this was a new group and there were plenty of newbies, I rolled a dwarf cleric named Halrin Stonebeard and I kept my backstory and personality simple. (Clan halls raided by dragon, took up adventuring to become strong enough to challenge dragon & find allies). I normally play wizards, but I figure I would play a supportive role who could buff, heal and protect my allies.

Let’s cut to the start of the first session, we all meet back up and learn a bit about each other’s characters, the only woman in the group was playing a halfling rogue, who would later become a close friend of Halrin. They both acted as the voice of reason and caution but were able and willing to bash some heads in. Then there was the next player, a pretty fun and boisterous guy who was playing a Half-Orc Monk who basically maxed strength and did what he could for everything else. There was also two newbies. One newbie played an elf ranger, with a massive focus on using the longbow and the other one was a gnome cleric. Now, the DM immediately had a gunning for the gnome cleric, purely because he was a gnome and the DM hated gnomes. Never mind it was a newbie who he made feel like he made a terrible decision, but nothing comes out of it for a while... There were a few other players but this is now 3 years ago and I can’t remember them all, unfortunately.

So we gather round the table, level 1 characters ready and all eager...

Aaaand we all begin in a dungeon

Now, this is a massive pet peeve of mine. The ‘begin in a dungeon’ thing had been done to death in my online games, literally everyone who DM’d had done some form of it and I had grown so damn bored of it. And I’ll be honest, it’s a terrible way to start with completely new players. ‘Hey, all those cool abilities you just got? I’ll be taking those away.’

So we were all chained up and struggling to get out. Naturally, HR (Halfling Rogue) escaped with ease and the HoM (Half Orc Monk) busted his way out. Everyone else was basically ‘well fuck looks like we’re stuck here’ until the other two saved us. Naturally, HoM was the MVP for this first section, suffering no penalties due to having no reliance on equipment. He punched his way through and we all just sorta followed behind.

At some point in the dungeons, we come across a guard dog who does some serious damage to one of the newbie players. Not wanting to hurt the dog, I try non-lethal damage on the creature and actually get lucky. As fun-flavour text, I claim I suplexed the dog. Keep this bit in mind. I dealt non-lethal damage to a dog that nearly killed one of the newbies.

Cut forward to the end of the dungeon, we are met by a platoon of dragon rider knights. (I’ll admit, back then me ‘DMPC Mary Sue alert’ alarm went off) They explained that the whole dungeon was a challenge set by the local king/lord and having escaped, said ruler wished to speak to us. We got all our gear back and were ‘escorted’ by the dragon knights. It felt a little (a lot) railroading, but I didn’t sweat it at the time.

Now here comes the first ‘bad dm’ alarm. The first call that made me go “dude, what the fuck” at this guy. So one newbie player -the elf ranger- was finding the whole march-in-silence thing to be kinda boring and decided he wanted to pet one of the dragons. The DM allowed him.

“The dragon bites your hand off”

No save. No ‘what’s your ac’, just straight up hand bitten off. Now as a reminder for you guys, this newbie player was intending his ranger to be an archer. And archery requires two hands to pull off. And he just got one bitten off. His character is basically screwed, stuck to using a longsword and nothing else.

And the DM won’t go back either, what’s said is said or w/e. So with that out the way we’re suddenly at the king’s chambers. Y’know, no opportunity for any players to react to this utter bullshit. And we get given our main quest.

The ruler’s scouts report a large orc army approaching from the Northeast and he wants us to scout the army and maybe delay it while he mobilizes his forces, or something. I don’t remember the exact wording but key concept was “Orc army” “help pls”. Never mind the fucking dragon-rider platoon right next to us. Given how it’s the obvious main quest we accept, and we get given magical items to aid in our quest.

I can’t remember what everyone else got, but thankfully the DM wasn’t enough of a dick to give the one-armed ranger a longbow. I remember that I got a “Ring of Healing”. Basically, whenever I cast a healing spell, I healed an extra 10%, rounded down.

Now, let’s pause again and quickly talk about that.

First of all, I actually knew what I was doing with my character, and Halrin had a lot of protection/defending spells prepared, shield of faith and whatnot. I knew that it’s better to spend 1 spell to give a buff that blocks damage, than to heal some of the damage taken, so it’s not the best item anyway.

Then I re-read that. 10%, rounded down.

For those who don’t know, in d&d3.5, cure light wounds (the only healing spell I know) heals 1d8+your cleric level HP, not +wisdom. And we were level... 1.

1d8+1 = 9 max. And it rounds down.

This ring was literally useless to me right now. Even when we levelled up and my cure light wounds healed 1d8+2, that was a 10% chance this ring would activate. It was pathetic.

Okay, so let’s cut a few sessions as the party travels to the potential battlefield to meet with other defenders of more or less filler. One-Armed Ranger is constantly screwed over because when we level up, Rangers in 3.5 get two choices: Specialize in Archery (which is no longer an option) or specialize in...

... Two Weapon Fighting. So yeah, he picks archery on the hope that he can get his hand healed as a reward for saving the town and go back to his original archer-build, not half a fighter.

But anyway, time passes, in game and irl. I end up missing a session due to illness, and when I come back, half-orc monk is dead, revived as a zombie.

Basically, the party reached the frontier, only to find the orcs beginning to attack and most/all of the defenses gone. It was so obviously the DM trying to TPK us. But the Monk managed to pull something off, what exactly I don’t know, but he did it with three natural 20s in a row and successfully routed the orc army, but died in the event.

However, he didn’t stay dead, because death was missing. Yeah, I was fucking confused too.

See, what we didn’t realize/weren’t told was that the 2 DMs were working on a shared universe idea, and both groups were running around on separate parts of the world. The other group had apparently done something that caused death to go missing, which meant that souls were not being taken to the afterlife and were remaining on the material plain. Of course, the monk took a fuckload of penalties (charisma and constitution being the worst-hit) but he considered it a fair trade, saving the party from a TPK.

I think, however, that’s when the DM began secretly harbouring a grudge and determined to fuck us over so hard.

So cut forward to a few sessions, and the gnome cleric dies. When his spirit is unable to pass on, it inhabits the body of a rabbit.

Yes, the spirit doesn’t return to the body, the DM has the gnome become a rabbit. And you thought the elf got fucked over? Oh boy were you wrong. The gnome now had no damage output. He couldn’t use weapons, his claw attack was “one damage” and even worse, he couldn’t use 99% of his spells. The player successfully managed to keep one language, sylvan (which no one else spoke) but the DM then said because he had paws and not hands, he couldn’t cast any somatic components, which is more or less all cleric spells. Worse still, because of this death-curse, he couldn’t just kill himself and roll a new character. He was stuck, for two sessions, unable to do anything.

Even better, at the start of the next session, the DM revealed he had ‘made a mistake’. The mistake? The monk wasn’t supposed to return to his body, so his character, at the start of a session, got retconned out of existence and he had to spend the first half of the session making a new character.

The session after however, I think the grim repear was rescued/replaced, so the gnome was basically “I climb up and jump” and killed himself. He said he’d have a new character ready for the next game...

He never came back. I wonder why.

Also, the half-orc monk player was now playng a lawful evil hobgoblin knight, and I think he had decided to fuck with the GM as much as possible in retaliation for the bullshit he had to deal with.

Now, let’s cut a few more sessions, and at some point, the ranger has the opportunity to heal his hand. He goes through with it... And ends up with two left hands.

At this point, the player decided to reroll a new character and says his elf is retiring, traumatised and damaged by the experiences. He says he’ll have his new character ready for the next game...

He never came back. You guys sensing a pattern here?

So some time after that we get to an interesting sub-story that some of us are actually interested in. The starting town with the dungeon had been taken over by a lich and we were asked to put a stop to it. Naturally we were all eager, being good-aligned players and/or in it for the lich loot. At this point, we are joined by a few new players. Alongside out dwarf cleric, halfling rogue/fighter and hobgoblin knight, we have a half orc druid who is “really fucking old” (and I’m worried the GM is secretly rolling for ‘dies of old age’ every night), and the other two players... Okay, so it got a bit weird here.

So, a friend of the DM decides he wants to have a go at DMing, and in order to give him a taste and because the DM is getting bored, this guy takes over the game. The DM isn’t like “hey, run a one-shot” or “hey, run a published module”, he goes “hey take over this game that I know all the solutions for and is half way through and everyone is level 7 and things are super complex”.

Surprisingly, the new-DM is pretty competent for the one session he runs, and I think he deliberately changes some things to prevent former-DM from screwing things up. But yeah, former-DM and his girlfriend decide to join in and holy fuck their characters were... Well...

So, DM played a human paladin, but he played him as like a private investigator, who would get to the bottom of a case and find the truth, instead of a crusading knight. I was actually pretty impressed... Until he basically took control of the party and inserted himself as the leader, which was a role myself and halfling-rogue had been sharing as the ‘sanest party members and only surviving original members’. His girlfriend played the DM’s secretary... And was basically a super-smoking-hot everybody-loves-me elf sorceress. I was almost tempted to change Halrin from bisexual to gay just to avoid her deus-sex-machina’ing me, but fortunately it was just kept to the DM.

So, with our rag-tag bunch of misfits, we infiltrate the castle using all of our skills. The castle siege was perhaps one of the most fun things we ever did and everybody got to have a role in doing something, whether it was the druid inspiring the horses in the stable to run amok, the rogue sneaking in and lowering the drawbridge, the knight and myself bottle-necking the lich’s minions and the sorceress getting some fireballs into the bottleneck.

So, the siege ends and the guest-DM is done, back to the old DM! His girlfriend also disappears, I guess she got bored or something, but that’s not my problem. The DM has it so that they leave to help the surviving townsfolk escape while we combat the lich.

The lich fight is actually pretty awesome, all things considered. I basically got to go super sayan with the spell “divine power” and the battle was an epic clash... And then...

And then...

And. THEN.

The DM fucks up the entire game by revealing that “SURPRISE, THE LICH IS YOUR FAULT!”

So, remember that dog I non-lethally took down? At the start of the game? Dealing NON-LETHAL DAMAGE?

IT DIED FROM IT’S NON-LETHAL WOUNDS.

And apparently, the dog was the court mage’s favourite pet, so obviously, the court mage TURNED HIMSELF INTO A LICH TO REVIVE HIS DOG.

THAT WAS THE REVEAL.

THE ENTIRE LICH THING WAS OUR FAULT.

SHAME ON YOU PLAYERS, FOR NON-LETHALLY KILLING HIS DOG.

I was literally speechless at the table, and told the DM, to his face, “you’re just making shit up, aren’t you?”

Oh, and the session immediately afterwards, he made me kill a demon baby that the male half orc gave birth to.

And in the same session, he tricked the hobgoblin knight into killing two gnomes because with the information provided, it’s what his knightly vows would have him do... and made lose all of his knight powers.

AND WE AREN’T EVEN DONE, GUYS.

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cami-chats · 6 years

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Aberrant

Fandom: Marvel

Pairings: Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes

Warnings: Brief violence (on giant insects, not humans) and mild panic of suffocating

It seemed like mutants and superheroes were everywhere these days, but sometimes there were moments when Tony was reminded. By Howard. Loudly and often. Tony was unprotected outside of the suit and didn’t have a healing factor, so he needed to be careful! He was a sitting duck and there were countless people that wanted to hurt Howard, Tony, and/or Stark Industries. That’s why it was vital no one know who was inside the Iron Man armor-- according to Howard at least.

Tony thought it was bullshit personally. He was about ready to pull off the helmet in full view of the other Avengers and pretend it was an accident just so he didn’t have to lie anymore.

Tony was perfectly capable of protecting himself even without the full suit on, but no one believed that. Howard sure as fuck didn’t, Happy didn’t, and Rhodey and Pepper didn’t. And all four of them knew he was Iron Man.

Whatever. He’d show them. He was working in his ‘shop on a watch that could turn into a repulsor. Right now the biggest problem was size versus power. If it was small enough to be discreet, its power was negligible, and if it had the desired power, it was bulky. He reached for his coffee cup only to find it empty. He glared at the bottom of it and headed to the nearest coffee machine, which happened to be on the Avengers’ floor.

They probably wouldn’t mind, but he did peek around the corner before entering the kitchen. Iron Man was definitely welcome here, but Tony Stark was more iffy.

He didn’t realize he was tired until he tried to start the coffee machine without putting coffee grounds in it first. “That’s not right,” he said, looking at the machine with a frown.

“Grounds are to the right of the microwave,” Bucky said. Tony whirled around and saw him leaning against the door frame. He was in boxers and nothing else, so Tony turned back to the machine before he could do something embarrassing like pop a stiffy.

Then he frowned, because the microwave wasn’t where he was expecting it to be.

“Left,” Bucky provided helpfully.

Tony looked left. “Oh.” He walked over and opened the cabinet, and there was all the coffee paraphernalia like a blessing from the gods. “You are an angel and I love you.”

Bucky choked on air, and when Tony glanced at him, his blush was traveling down his chest.

“Would you believe me if I said I was talking to the coffee?” he tried.

Bucky laughed, still red in the face and other places. “Maybe. I know that’s an old relationship, I wouldn’t want to get in the way of true love.”

Tony snorted. “I’m pretty sure if you gave me a chance I’d fall in love with you.” Then he froze. “Uh. Sorry. I’ve been- uh, working. Working on a watch. For a while, like a long time, like at least fifteen hours. I tend to talk. I just talk and talk and talk until someone stops me so now would be a good time to tell me to shut up.”

“You still haven’t started your coffee.”

“See? That.” Tony pointed at him-- or at least in his general direction because he was looking at the coffee machine now, hands going through the motions he’d done a thousand times. “That right there is why you’re a hero.”

Bucky nodded. “All good heroes bring the coffee.” He cleared his throat then asked, “Would you like to go on a date? Uh- with me?”

Tony dropped the bag of grounds-- thankfully closed-- and squeaked out, “What! You- Bucky, you- oh dear Tesla this can’t be happening.” He turned towards Bucky, hands pressed together in some vague attempt to center himself. “You are not interested in me.”

Bucky blinked, then frowned. “Yes I am. I don’t think this is the kind of thing you can debate.”

“Watch me,” he said, turning back to the counter and putting the bag away. In the background, the coffee maker started humming.

“Tony… you can just say no. You know that, right?”

“I don’t want to say no! Have you met you? You’re the perfect man. And because you are so perfect, I am not going to let you make a mistake like this.”

“A mistake like going on a date with you? C’mon Tony, what’s one date going to do? If you’re as terrible as you seem to think you are, I’ll figure it out pretty quick.”

“I am so going to regret this,” he said, but he was smiling, so Bucky didn’t take it personally.

3 months later

“Iron Man, you’ve got incoming four o’clock,” Clint said over the comms.

“Copy that.”

He kicked the last giant bug in the thorax-- causing it to squeal and crumple and die-- and turned, hands up and repulsors ready. Holy shit. “Next time tell me how many,” he growled. A goddamn throng was coming at him, and okay for a giant version of something they were pretty small, only the size of beagles. But a hundred flying beagles would be pretty terrifying, and at least they were cute.

Aiming seemed a useless exercise once they circled, so he didn’t really bother. Carcasses started piling up, and they were all swarming around him. There were too many of them, way too fucking many. He could barely move his arms and they started biting at the armor.

He put full power to the thrusters and jetted away from the horde, a handful of them dying in the blast, but an unfortunate amount getting dragged along with him. He aimed both hands at where most of the group still was and let out a beam, and it worked pretty well-- he thought-- until he saw that only the outside layer had been affected.

“I could use some help here,” Tony said mildly. “Anybody got bug bomb on hand?”

“Not yet, Shellhead,” Steve replied with a grunt.

“What about grenades?”

“I’ve got some. Headed your way.”

“Bucky!” Steve said, scandalized.

“Code names only on comms,” Nat teased. “Go help out the Tin Man before he looks like a crushed can.”

Tony shuddered. “Thanks for the imagery.” And thank that one asshole bug in particular that tried to take a bite from his ribs and successfully dented it.

“You know,” Clint said in a conversational tone, “with you being the Widow and all, shouldn’t you be the main player here? What happened to web spinning, miss spider?”

“Call Spiderman if you want that so badly,” she replied. “Clear here.”

“Go help Iron Man,” Steve said, back in his Cap voice.

A thousand giant bug corpses later, Tony looked down at the armor as the team was climbing on the quinjet and groaned. The metal was already pricking his head and ribs, making it hard to breathe and get his head on straight. “Howard’s gonna kill me.”

“The armor’s been through worse than this,” Steve said, giving the suit a confused once over like he’d missed something. In Steve’s defense, he’d gotten hit on the head and currently looked a lot more like a golden retriever than he usually did.

The rest of them blinked at him in dumbfounded surprise as they sat down.

“Why are you all looking at me like that?”

“I thought Tony took care of the suit,” Bucky said with a frown.

“Your boyfriend does indeed, take care of the suit.”

“Then why would Howard kill you?” Steve asked.

“He doesn’t like when the suit gets crushed because it tends to crush me. Then he won’t shut up about it for the next two weeks while he tells me he can find someone else to operate the suit.”

Clint called from the pilot’s seat, “Everyone onboard?” When he received various confirmations, he started the lift off sequence. “And can someone explain what’s happening with Iron Man? Cause I’m confused.”

“Howard has strong feelings about his wellbeing, apparently,” Nat informed him. “You know Iron Man, if you told us who you were, we wouldn’t have to speculate.”

“Don’t pressure him,” Steve mumbled, leaning his head against the wall behind him.

“I’m not pressuring him, I’m just stating a fact.”

“You assume knowing my identity would explain why Howard cares.”

“What happened to ‘Mister Stark’ this and ‘Mister Stark’ that?” Bruce asked, then shook his head. “Kids these days, no respect.”

“I’m not a kid,” Tony said.

“Sounds like something a kid would say,” Bruce said.

“You do like Spiderman quite a bit,” Nat said, a speculative gleam in her eye. “Are you maybe best friends?”

“But why would Howard care?” Clint asked. Tony wanted to curse at how easy it was to hear him. Next time, he’d make the cockpit completely removed from everyone else. It would take some effort to convince Howard it was a good upgrade, but he’d manage.

“He’s real protective of Tony,” Bucky offered. When Nat looked at him, he shrugged. “Maybe it’s a ‘this person is the same age as my child’ thing.”

“Can we drop this already?” Tony asked, and he was endlessly grateful that the voice modifier conveyed how serious he was.

Nat stuck her tongue out at him and muttered something about him being a spoilsport, but they all dropped it and she joined Clint up front. Bucky looked deep in thought, so Tony didn’t try to strike up conversation. He wanted to though, because whatever he was thinking about, it didn’t appear happy.

When they got to the Tower, Tony went to the shop, took off the armor, then went to his room. He’d deal with it tomorrow. He changed into sweats and wondered if he could risk calling Bucky. Before he could come to a decision, his phone started ringing. “Hello?”

“Hey doll.”

Tony smiled. Looks like that decision was made. “Hey. What’s up?”

“You busy?”

“Not at all.”

“Mind if I come over?”

“I’d love it. I’m in my room, by the way.”

“Oh,” Bucky said, sounding surprised. That was fair; half the time when Tony said he wasn’t busy he actually was. “Yeah I’ll be right there.”

Tony looked down at his phone to make sure he’d hung up. “Love you,” he whispered, then closed his eyes because when had he gotten so pathetic? Well pathetic or not, he was looking forward to cuddling with Bucky. It was one of the only reasons Tony was happy he was short, because he fit so nicely in Bucky’s arms.

But when Bucky walked in, he looked serious, and not the kind of serious where he’d want to snuggle down and talk it out. More like the time they had their first fight about when it was acceptable to be jealous.

“Something wrong?” Tony asked. Best to get it over with and not force Bucky to come up with a segue.

“Not… wrong,” he hedged. Okay, so something was extremely wrong. In any other situation, Tony would either be cuddled up to him or going down on him. It’s not his fault that Bucky looked so sexy in comfy clothes.

“Right,” Tony said, making sure Bucky knew he was unconvinced.

“What are you doing with your life?”

Tony blinked, taken aback. “What?”

“What are you doing here? You’re designing a few things for Stark Industries, and you take care of the Iron Man armor, but what else?”

Tony couldn’t stop the hurt that wrapped around his chest. As if the poor thing hadn’t been through enough today in a partially crushed chest piece. “I work a lot, Bucky. I know I’m not doing anything right this second, but I deserve a day off every once in a while.”

Bucky rubbed at his forehead. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what the fuck did you mean?”

“I meant- Christ, Tony, you’re always talking about how you want to go back to college. You have a whole list of things you want to do, and you’re just sitting here and for what? For fuck’s sake the prince of Wakanda invited you to their country! We don’t need you here, Tony, you should go.”

“You don’t need me,” Tony repeated, tears gathering in his eyes.

Bucky clenched his jaw. “I care about you Tony. I want you to go because it will be good for you.”

“Good for me? It wouldn’t fucking be good for me, and it wouldn’t be good for you either. It wouldn’t be good for anyone! You know why?” He wrenched his shirt up and scratched his skin for the edge of the arc reactor cover. “Because you may not need me, but you sure as fuck need Iron Man.” He threw the synthetic skin at Bucky’s chest, noting his stunned expression with grim satisfaction. The arc reactor was glowing through his shirt when he dropped it down, and even though Bucky was staring at it now, he didn’t feel the need to protect it. It didn’t stop him from crying. “And you know what, asshole? There are easier, less dickish ways to break up with someone, so shut up and get out.”

Bucky did so without saying another word.

Tony collapsed on his bed, sobbing into his pillow as he hugged it. When he finally stopped, he was miserable. His face was sticky, and he had a crying headache on top of the usual ache of a fight.

A gentle knock sounded on his door.

He groaned but rolled out of bed and walked over. He cleared his throat as quietly as he could to get his voice back to normal and asked, “Who is it?”

“It’s Bucky.”

Tony was comforted that he sounded apologetic. He opened the door, peering up at him hesitantly. Bucky looked small, like he’d thought about it and felt bad. He took a deep breath and firmly told himself he was not going to jump to conclusions. If Bucky said he was sorry, that was one thing-- a very good, perfect thing that Tony really hoped he did. “What.”

“Can I come in?”

“That depends. Are you going to tell me I should leave again?”

Bucky winced. “No, I- I just need to talk to you.”

Tony opened the door wider for him. Bucky walked through, and Tony shut it behind him. They both stayed close to the doorway, as if anticipating the hard left turn it could take. “Okay. Talk.”

“I’m sorry. For- Jesus. I meant to tell you that I understand you have dreams, and it’s okay if you wanted to chase after them. And-” he winced again “-when I said we don’t need you, I meant that we’d survive without you. I’d miss you like my left arm honey, but I didn’t want you to think that you couldn’t go because of me, or anyone else. Does- does that make sense?”

“You said it in the worst possible way last time.”

“I know. I’m sorry,” Bucky said, and he looked like he meant it-- not that Bucky made a habit of lying to Tony. “Sweetheart, I want you to be happy. And it- seems like you aren’t.”

“I’m not happy because I’m Iron Man and nobody fucking knows about it.”

“Well,” Bucky smiled weakly, “that certainly makes more sense than any other theory on Iron Man’s identity.”

“You weren’t trying to break up with me were you?”

“No, but- ah, I can see how it looked like that. I-” Bucky stopped. Swallowed. Gave Tony another half-smile. “I probably shouldn’t say that right now. Don’t want you to think that I’m saying it to get out of trouble or some shit. I’m sorry I made you tell me you were Iron Man.”

“I wanted to. I have since before we started dating.”

“Still.”

Tony nodded and walked towards his bed to sit down, breaking the fragile tension. “I never wanted to keep it a secret from the team, but Howard worries, you know?” Tony pat the space beside him in invitation.

“So- you forgive me?” Bucky asked.

Tony shrugged. “I’m getting there.”

Bucky smiled at him and walked over. “I’ll take it. I really am sorry Tony. It felt like you were putting your life on hold for the Avengers, and I didn’t want that for you.”

“I know. And I’ll appreciate that when I stop being scared that you’re trying to get rid of me.”

Bucky put an arm around his shoulders, loose so Tony could push him away if he wanted. “Don’t want to get rid of you darling. Your in-house nightlight’s going to take some getting used to.”

Tony glanced at the arc reactor, then snorted. “I wouldn’t worry about that. I keep it covered around the clock, just in case.” He sighed and leaned into Bucky. “Hey Bucky?”

“Yeah?”

“How about next time you have a suggestion for me, you frame it like that? Not coming in and asking me why I’m wasting my life.”

“I didn’t say it exactly like that,” he muttered. Tony pat his thigh, and Bucky rubbed his arm where his hand was resting. “I’ll be better about it in the future.”

“Thanks babe.” He paused. “Hey Buck? I love you.”

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