#need to start up Shield to create her brother some time...

[praise-suns-and-chill]

Replaying Sword and Shield

I am not quite sure why, I thought about restarting X/Y first, and actually did, but since my plan for a X/Y Legends fanfic seems obsolete now, I guess I am looking for alternative ideas xD

Bede deserved better. He's a little twat but in the end he was just taken advantage of and dropped when he stopped being useful. I just like this little tsundere cottoncandyball

Also, just did the Isle of Armor questline, never actually did before. It's fun, I like it! Kubfu is cute af and it's evolution is now permanently on my team, OG Ogerpon but we didn't need to be involuntary assholes to get it, its ours and we don't need to feel bad about it.

I prefer that!

My girl Glory, and

Her current Team

#pokemon swsh #pokemon bede #pokemon gloria #kubfu #glory in my hc would prefer to be a gym leader ngl #I would also love a game where we just stick to becoming a gym leader #or an elite 4 #she wouldn't be able to decide between water or poison type gym though #she'd flip flop and try to convince everyone that gyms should be allowed to have double types xD #sadly only champions get the more than one type team privilidge xD #she'd be happy enough just being Bede's rival to compete for strongest gym leader in the region #Victor can take over the whole champion thing :p #need to start up Shield to create her brother some time...

[lovifie]

Spidey 🕸️

Ghost x Spiderwoman!Reader

@cheomain 's idea 💗

I haven't seen the new movie, so I went with the classics, hope you like it.

You were the new member of the 141, Laswell's own recommendation. But even Price, who would trust Laswell with his life, had second thoughts about you joining. 

You were a scrawny, half-blind, way too young girl. The last person Price would have picked for the team. 

“Let them show you, John. You need her to hack and collect the intel. She can't take a grown man down, but she's a decent shot.”

So he let you join, most of the time you felt like a child; constantly being told to walk close between two of them or it would be the complete opposite and they would tell you to stay hidden taking advantage of your tiny size. 

Ghost was the one that liked you the least, he already worried about the whole team making it back home safe and they were able to fend for themselves. You? You were like a puppy, walking between their feet almost making them fall all the time, and still, you looked fucking delighted to be in the way. Ghost hated how happy you seemed to be all the time, hated how unaware of the danger you seemed to be, and he hated that he was unable to ignore how much he cared you got back safe.

But there was a thing he hated more than anything. 

Superheroes.

The 141 was one of the few task forces that still existed, in many places arguing that they were no longer needed since now there were superheroes. And the hatred the population already had for the military only got worse. 

Plus, even though Simon never joined the military to get famous, it still rubbed him the wrong way when they would go on a mission, fight for days, lose friends, and only for a random superhero to arrive when everything was almost finished and take all the glory. 

He hated them all their life, and he always wondered why people liked them so much when he was home any of them came to save him, his mom or his brother. He always hoped one would save him, but they never did. 

So both Simon and Ghost hated superheroes.

All of them. 

So when they got the intel that a lab was working on creating new superheroes, he didn't need any more convincing and started getting ready.

The five of you walked along the rows and rows of animals captive inside the lab. Luminescent fish, shielded beetles, poisonous snakes, all the kinds. Ready to be experimented with, just for selfish humans wanting to be heroes. 

“Keep walking, kid” Price mumbled behind you, making you peel your eyes away from the different fish bowls and terrariums. “Alright. Kid, you stay in this room and look around if you can find any document or proof. The four of us will go down the hall, there are some lights on, see if we can find anyone.”

You nod, already used to being left alone, and walk around the office, pushing your glasses up when they slide down your nose as you look down at the desks. Lab records of failed attempts, codified names of patients, data of the genome of the different animals they used, by the look of all of them they have been trying for years. Poor animals.

It is at that point, while you are reading the information of the different animals, that you feel a sharp pain in your lower back, right over your ass check. 

“Fuck!” You mumble, the sound reaching the team's ears through the intercom and making them still in their moves. 

You turn around, expecting to see somebody stabbing you. But you are still alone and when you look at the point the pain came from, you only see a tiny spider. 

“Fucking perfect.” You groan to yourself as you slap the spider off your body, but once again it reaches the rest of the team.

“Kid, what the fuck are you doing?” Price asks, the team still immobile waiting for your explanation. 

“Nothing, sir. Keep going.” You say, not wanting to jeopardise the mission. Part of you gets offended by how they automatically keep going without another care, but the actual logical part of you starts to panic because you just got bitten by a spider from a lab that tries and makes superhumans. 

You frantically try to find some kind of information about said spider in the files on top of the desk, almost crying when you find it and read: “Not poisonous.” 

Shots and screams can be heard from the end of the hall and you know you don't have time to read the whole file. So you snatched it, shoving it under your vest, just in time for the first people to come running out. 

“Kid! Don't engage in combat! I repeat, don't engage!” Price's voice barks in your ear.

“Roger that!” You quickly answer, hiding under the desk and holding your breath as people run around you. One of them stopped right beside you and frantically shoved around the papers just like you were doing a moment ago. 

“Shit! Shit! Shit! It's gone! The spider is gone! The file too! FUCK!” The person next to you screams, only adding to your ongoing anxiety about being bitten. 

“Leave it!” A second voice shouts getting closer. “Leave everything and run! They are activating the system! This shit is about to get blown to bits! Run!” 

The second they are far enough to grab the radio to talk to the team. “Captain! They are blowing up the lab! We need to get out!” 

“Take as much info as you can and run, kid! The door is locked, we are going out the other way, we can see the exit! Meet us at pick up!” The Captain quickly shouted back.

“What?!” You ask back. “You were leaving me here?!” 

You can make out what he says, but you stand up to look around. You need to take something with you, even if it is only to hit them with it. 

There is a laptop on top of the desk, so you grab it along with as many files as you can bring. Sprinting to the door, the workers of the lab already out of the place, way more lucky than you. The halls inside are an absolute maze, and the only thing you have to guide you out are the blood marks of those who got out before you. 

Just when you see the outside, the helo in the distance hovering just half a meter off the floor, you hear the beep beep beeeep of a countdown going off. Only managing to put a foot outside of the door, before the blast wave sends you flying forward, your glasses flying away from you. Clutching the laptop as if it were your own life, especially taking into consideration that your “team” would be more worried about it. 

Your ears ring when you open your eyes again, a buzzing sound in the background coming from the helicopter. Gaz on the open door calling your name, enough to get back on your feet and keep running; the man picks you up from your vest and takes you inside before closing the door. 

You leave the laptop on the floor, files scattering around as well as you sit on the floor, back resting against the wall, hugging your legs as you try to get your breath back. 

Gaz is looking at you worried, Soap is beside you tidying up the files, Ghost flying the helicopter and Price is behind Gaz, staring at you. 

You can't help it back look back at him with anger in your eyes, he was ready to leave you behind if you didn't get out on your own and he didn't even tell you. Suddenly feeling like your biggest ally today was the terrorist who told his colleague. 

The ringing in your eyes slowly fades away, the sound of the helicopter sounding more and more clear. 

“You solid, kid?” Price's voice sounds over the rotating blades. 

“Yeah… not thanks to you, though.” You say, mumbling the last part, pissed about it. Price chooses to ignore it, for the sake of the peace. Only giving you a look of “We'll talk later.”

By the time you reach the base, you are burning up. Every time you close your eyes being harder to open them back up, your whole body feels on fire and you're feeling pain in places you didn't even know you could. 

You should go to the infirmary, but then they would see the spider bite and it would make sense that they would want to leave you behind, or at least that's the reasoning behind your decision to instead go to your room and sleep it off. 

Or at least you would if the pain wasn't keeping you awake, you turn around in bed trying to find a comfy position failing and failing again and again. Still, at some point, it must have knocked you out because the knocking on the door wakes you up. 

The sun is out and the fever seems to be gone, so you stand up, groaning because of the residual pain and walk up to the door, opening it. Coming face to face with Ghost. 

“Morning, soldier” He greets, no kind of emotion in his voice and you can't see his face. “You skipped dinner last night and breakfast this morning, we don't need you any skinnier.”

Just then you take notice of the paper bag on his hand and the water bottle on the other. You try to use the hand that is still holding the doorknob, only to realize that it seems to be stuck to it. You furrow your eyebrow, which doesn't go unnoticed by Ghost; and you point to the table with your other hand. 

“Can you leave it there, please?” You ask, still trying to get your other hand free as you open the door more so he can come in. 

He enters the room, dropping the food on the table and turning to you with crossed arms. “Are you alright?” He asks, still confused with the way you seem to not be able to let go of the door, pulling back with all your body weight.

“Peachy.” You grunt back, your hand finally detaching from the knob and almost sending you to the floor as the door bust open hitting the wall. “A weird cramp, that's all.”

He nods slowly, walking away from the table and closer to the door. “You sure you are fine? You flew quite some meters yesterday… you lost your glasses.” He points to your face

Until he mentions it you haven’t realise because you can see perfectly fine; even better than before when you were wearing them. You furrow your brow, rubbing your eyes as if to get the bad eyesight back by pure force and you look at him, still seeing better than ever. 

“Yeah… they flew yesterday, I'll get new ones.” You say, still confused by it. He nods, telling you about letting Price know so he can give you the money back and starts to walk out of the door, turning back and rubbing his face already dreading what he is about to do. “Oh, and, hey… good job, yesterday.” 

As he talks, he raises his fist for you to bump it. Which only adds to the confusion, he really must feel bad for leaving you behind yesterday. Still, the situation is so awkward it is causing you physical pain, so you bump his fist to get over with it and close the door with your feet when he leaves. 

Once alone in your room, you rub your face with frustration only for your fingertips to get stuck on your forehead. You stay paralyzed for a second, not understanding what is going on and trying to peel your hands away from your face. 

Your skin stings when you try to pull making you whence, understanding that you can't just pull. So you close your eyes, take a deep breath and quickly pull your hands as if you could catch it by surprise. You curse when it obviously doesn't work walking back, knocking the water bottle off the table, surprising yourself when your hands catch the bottle before it even rolls off the table.

Something tells you to look at your phone, and just when you do a message pops up. You focus all your senses on letting go of the bottle and it falls off your hands like normal, making you doubt if you really got stuck before. You look at your phone, using your knuckle to unlock it and tapping in the password to read Ghost's message.

💀: Debriefing in 20’

💀: Shower!

“Rude.” You think, knowing damn well that you stink for coming straight from the mission and spending the night sweating. You type back with your knuckle:

🕷️: rofer thar

“Shit… close enough” You lock the phone and take off your clothes to shower. Once on your underwear, you turn to look into the mirror the spider bite on your hip; only to see that your body is not the same as yesterday's. 

It looks like you gained at least 10 kilos of pure muscle, your biceps popping out, shoulders rounded out by muscle, thicker thighs that you know will not fit on your pants anymore, rounder ass and overall the athletic build of some kind of olympic athlete. 

The only mark on your skin being the bite, even some of your freckles are gone from your skin. The bite, on the other hand, looks terrible. Two little dark purple dots are visible, the surrounding red and angry and little lighting-like red lines go out of it, going up your back and around your hip. 

You take a deep breath and jump into the shower, using the back of your hands to do so, which only makes it trickier. Once washed, you look into your closet taking out the only clothes you believe will fit you. A pair of leggings that sit just a bit too tight and an oversized sweatshirt to cover as much as possible. 

You put on your shoes and walk to the captain's office; to your disgrace, the door is closed and you knock. You hear, as if it was right behind you, a “C’mon in”. But you don't want to risk it getting stuck, so you play dumb and knock again. Ghost opens the door and comes face to face with you again, much closer than in your room and you see his eyebrow furrow 

“Have you gone on a growth sprout in the last 20 minutes?” He asks, confusion clear in his tone. “And are you wearing makeup?”

You realize that the freckles on your face must have banished too, plus the fact that the bags under your eyes seemed to be gone as well last time you checked. 

“No. Must be the shoes.” You answer, walking under his arm inside the room feeling his eyes travel down your body. You sit down next to Gaz, looking at Price as Ghost closes the door and sits down, still looking at you. 

“First thing first.” The captain says clearing his throat. “Great job yesterday, you can work on the laptop whenever you want, kid. And also, good job for the heads-up about the bomb.” 

“You didn't know?” You ask, confused by his words.

He shakes his head. “We were wondering why everyone was running out, we tried to go back to you and the gates were blocked, we were suspicious of it but you confirmed it.”

You nod your head slowly, taking it in.“All set, then, right?” He asks looking at the four others. “If you are still mad you can say it, I don't want my team keeping their thoughts in only for them to explode in the middle of the mission. Is there anything you want to say, kid?”

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[alyswritings]

Creep

Sturniolo Triplets x sister!reader

Summary: Y/N runs into a creep at the store.

Warnings: creepy dude

(gif not mine)

Y/N is visiting her brothers in L.A. and the four are currently shopping after having gone to see a movie. Y/N separated from her brothers to find some clothes, the triplets going to the men's section, promising to text each other when they were done.

Y/N has a few clothes in her arms, already trying them on. She continues to look through the racks, seeing if anything else grabs her attention.

"Hey, sweetheart." She turns at the voice, finding a man, definitely in his mid 30s, if not 40s, standing there, a predatory smile on her face. The 18 year old tenses up a bit, but tries not to make it obvious.

"Hi." She mumbles, not wanting to be rude in case that were to go the wrong way -- even though whatever she does, it's 99% a lose/lose situation for her no matter how she reacts.

"What you doing here all alone?" He asks, walking closer, eyeing her up and down.

"I-I'm not alone, actually." Y/N nervously clears her throat. "I-I have brothers -- three of 'em." She quickly informs, praying that those three brothers could show their faces at the moment.

"I don't see 'em anywhere." The guy chuckles. "You're a pretty little thing, aren't ya?" He grins. Y/N merely hums, turning her attention back to the clothes for sale. Maybe if she ignores him, he'll leave.

"What, not gonna talk to me now?" He leans down, getting too close for comfort. "C'mon, honey, I'm not a bad guy. You wanna go get something to eat?"

"N-no." Y/N mumbles, shaking her head, taking a few steps away to create distance, but he only follows.

"You sure? I know a really good place." He persuades.

"I'm 15." She lies.

"So?" He shrugs causing Y/N's stomach to churn, her throat closing up. "C'mon, pretty girl." He puts his hand on her waist, sliding it around her back to her other side, pulling her closer.

"I don't-- no. I really don't want to." She meekly replies, her breathing picking up at how he has her trapped.

"You'll love it. I promise." He smiles, leaning down so he's in her face.

"Could you, please--" Her voice cracks. "I really don't--"

"Hey!" Y/N's protest is cut off by a very familiar voice that makes her sigh in relief. "The fuck you doing?" Nick questions.

"Just having a conversation, man." The guy shrugs, loosening his grip enough to let Matt pull Y/N away, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. He turns away from the guy, tucking Y/N into his side.

"You okay?" He mumbles, loud enough for only her to hear. Y/N's breathing is shaky, her hands shaking. "Breathe. Breathe." He quietly instructs, demonstrating the breathing exercise she always follows when she needs it.

"Uh... didn't look like a pleasant conversation." Chris comments, glancing at Y/N who Matt shields from the man.

"We were having fun. Who the fuck are you guys, anyway?" The guy rolls his eyes at the three boys who look the same.

"People who aren't putting up with your shit." Nick replies. "Next time you try to touch someone, make sure it's consensual, creep."

"Fuckin' perv." Chris grumbles under his breath, sending the man a disgusted look.

"Hey, girl, can I get your number?" The guy asks.

"No." The triplets immediately answer, glaring at him until he's out of sight.

"Y/N/N. You okay?" Chris asks, lightly patting her on the head. The girl weakly nods, starting to calm down now that the man's gone.

"Thank you." She mumbles.

"No need." Nick says, ruffling her hair. "Should've gotten here sooner." Y/N shakes her head, silently insisting it's not their fault. They couldn't have known.

"Here. You guys go out to the car, we'll pay real quick." Chris offers, taking the items from Y/N's arms.

"Okay." Matt nods. "C'mon." He mumbles, leading Y/N out of the store. He keeps his arm around her all the way to the car, opening the door for her and shutting it after she gets in.

"Sure you don't wanna sit up front?" Matt asks, glancing back at her. Y/N nods. "You sure you're okay?" He asks, reaching back and rubbing her knee.

"Yeah." Y/N nods. "Not the first time I've had to deal with creepers."

"Yeah, I know." Matt grumbles in annoyance and disgust, hating how Y/N, and all women, have to deal with guys who refuse to respect a simple wish. "Fucking stupid asshole pervs." He huffs.

"Can we get Cane's?" Y/N asks.

"Yeah." Matt nods.

"Do you guys have ice cream?" She asks.

"We can stop and get some." Matt promises.

Chris and Nick get to the car, Chris climbing in the passenger seat while Nick puts the shopping bags in the trunk before getting in next to his sister.

"Where now?" Chris asks, glancing between his three siblings.

"We're gonna stop to get ice cream and then Cane's." Matt informs. "You guys need anything?"

"Nope." Nick shakes his head, getting on his phone.

"I'm good with that plan." Chris nods. While Matt starts to drive, Chris takes the aux cord, putting his music on, but makes sure he doesn't play any songs Y/N dislikes too much.

Nick gets on his phone, immediately going to TikTok. He waits until he finds a funny video to show Y/N, the girl quietly laughing at it. He continues to scroll while Y/N scoots over to the middle seat and buckles up there. She slouches a bit, leaning against Nick, her head on his shoulder while they watch the videos.

---

The four get back to the triplets' house, going up to the kitchen and getting the food out, Matt putting the ice cream in the freezer.

Y/N digs into some of the fries, taking a sip of her drink.

"Come here." Chris walks over, his arms held out to her. He pulls her into a tight hug, his head resting on top of hers. Y/N accepts the hug, hugging him back with almost as much strength. She knows it's his best way of comforting and he probably wanted to hug her earlier, but didn't get the chance.

"You guys don't have to give any special treatment cause I was preyed on, you know?" Y/N comments as she pulls away. Chris keeps a hand on her shoulder, moving his fingers to play with her hair.

"Mm. You still seem kinda out of it." Chris points out, the girl still a bit quieter than usual.

"You did pretty much have a panic attack. Definitely on the verge." Matt reminds.

"Relax. We weren't treating you that special." Nick says. "But, if you insist." He chucks a few fries at her.

"Nick!" She complains.

"What?" He innocently shrugs.

#sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nick sturniolo x sister reader #nick sturniolo x sister!reader #chris sturniolo x sister reader #chris sturniolo x sister!reader #matt sturniolo x sister reader #matt sturniolo x sister!reader #sturniolo triplets x sister reader #sturniolo triplets x sister!reader

[bubybubsters]

Love of My Life part 3 (Azriel x reader)

a/n: Sorry for the big delay, I have no good excuse. Still winging it mostly, hope you enjoy, please don’t murder me.

Part 1 Part 2

Masterlist

⚠️: angst, weapons, death, think that’s it

After you told your friends what happened, Nesta made some very rude remarks that brought a smile to your face and Mor winnowed away, likely to go punch Azriel. But your high lady helped the most, she knelt beside you and said, “I’m sorry y/n but I think Azriel was acting without thinking and didn’t mean to hurt you. Give him some time and he’ll be begging for forgiveness. Make him stew over it, spend the week out here, with us, try to enjoy the present instead of focusing on the past.” Feyre gave you a sad smile and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

Mor returned with a bag of your favorite foods and you couldn’t help but notice that her knuckles were very red. You smiled at them, your friends, your family, and you decided yes, you could enjoy a week with them and forget about your troubles.

*****

Azriel

Azriel sat in the chair in front of Rhys and for the billionth time that day he regretted his decisions from the previous night.

What had he done?! Kissing Elain then going and kissin y/n? Then saying those words?

his brothers voice pulled him from his thoughts and he tried to pay attention to his high lord. “I’m giving you the week off,” he raised a hand as Az opened his mouth to speak, “you need it, reflect on your decisions, choose which lady you want and hope they forgive you. Feyre says they’re taking a girls week off so y/n won’t be around but Elain is still here if you wish to talk with her. You fucked up Az, but that doesn’t mean you can’t make it right.”

Suddenly Cassian barged in and started yelling so fast at Azriel, neither him nor Rhys had any idea what Cass was saying.

But what Cassian was saying suddenly didn’t matter as all three illyrians suddenly felt a panicked tug on their mating bonds. Azriel stumbled as y/n’s side of the bond opened and panic, pain, and pure determination flooded his side of the bond.

Rhys grabbed both their hands and winnowed them to the spot Feyre had told him the girls were at. Azriel took in the scene and panic flooded his senses as he vaguely wondered what happened to the wards he knew Mor put up to keep them safe whenever they camped.

*****

Y/N

As you girls hiked back to the camp after a tiring, long hike you talked about many things. Everything but the subject of males, you were really starting to feel better and couldn’t help but smile as Nesta demanded the two of you switch so you were last and she could talk to Gwyn (is it Gwen?).

Feyre glanced back from the front, a lovely smile on her face as she told Emerie about her time in the human world, but her smile fell and a panicked expression crossed her face as she looked at something behind you.

Everyone glanced back. Everyone saw as a large, hideously colorful creature raised his paw and sliced your left shoulder, right by your heart. You gasped and fell into Nesta’s arms.

A spike of adrenaline rushed through you and you pulled out the dagger strapped to your thigh and stepped forward to engage the beast. You used the skills Rhys had taught you to create an impenetrable shield between you and your family. You looked up at the creature and your first thought was, at least the thing that kills me is as beautiful as me. The beast lunged and you parried, faking a swing then stabbing it in the side. It growled and you sent a bit of your power to distract it as you stabbed again and again. But you didn’t see the tail, it swept around and knocked you into your own barrier. You gasped opening the mating bond, sending panic, pain and your determination to keep your family safe. Feyre pounded on the barrier and you let it down, clutching your side where the beasts tail hit. Your friends swooped in, taking down two other beasts you hadn’t even noticed. Feyre came to your side, trying to heal you, she gave you her blood, but you knew it would work too slowly. She stepped back as Azriel came through, he tugged on the bond, lips moving but you heard none of it.

“I love you Azriel, I always have and always will. Even if you stop I never will. You’re mine and I am yours, I love you.” Azriel picked you up and winnowed you to the house, but you knew it would be too late. You smiled at his tear streaked face as the darkness swooped in.

*****

Azriel

Azriel heard your words over and over again as Madja looked up at him and shook her head. No. This couldn’t be happening, just as he found his mate, she died.

Madja spoke, “im sorry but I can’t save her, there is a poison in her wounds that I have never seen before. I don’t know the way to fix it, and it’s already made its way to her heart.”

Azriel fell to his knees and let out a guttural scream as he pulled on that bond one last time. A soft, gentle pull came back and hope kindled, but the bond was gone. Y/n was gone. His mate was gone.

“I love you too.”

a/n: please don’t kill me. I have no regrets but comments are appreciated

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[a-world-in-grey]

Sola/Little Nox Dissidia au

@raven-6-10 @secret-engima

The promised trainwreck under the cut!

The Citadel's been a wreck of tension ever since Spitfire and the prince went missing. Abyssus yowling fit to wake the dead brought the on-duty glaives running to find Sola's bed empty, phone still on her bedside table and all her shoes still in her closet, all signs pointing to an unwilling departure despite a clear absence of any sign of a struggle.

They'd raised the alarm, checking on the rest of the royal family and their retinue-

-and found Prince Noctis' bed as empty as his sister's.

Then, while Citadel security was swarming like a kicked anthill, spearheaded by a blackly furious Marshal and King's Shield looking for their godschildren, those guarding the Crystal had sounded the alarm.

Which is when they'd found their missing royals, via the Crystal putting out a hologram of the two like something from a bad science fiction movie.

Tredd hasn't gotten a decent night's sleep in four days.

If it's not the palpable worry radiating from the King racking up the tension, then it's the fact that the royal children have been summoned to a desolate world to participate in what's essentially a glorified death match on opposite teams, during which Prince Noctis is in nothing but his pajamas.

No one is ever again calling Sola's insistence on keeping her deployment bags in her armiger frivolous.

Though, if Tredd has to be completely honest, Sola's younger brother's lack  of proper attire is only a fraction of what's causing the tension. No, the bulk of it goes to Spitfire's newest Uncle and now youngest brother. The once-Chancellor of Niflheim and Captain's kid. Captain's kid who's apparently the Crown Prince's clone, created from a sample Niflheim stole how knows how many years back.

Luche had dipped out to make a phone call to Axis, because those are Arra braids in Ardyn and Nox's hair, and Axis had completely neglected to mention that his recent adoptees were Lucis Caelums, leaving Tredd to watch Axis' clansmen on this fucked-up version of reality TV.

Nyx has been teaching Spitfire the Ulric Dance ever since her Rage a few months back clued them all into the fact that Spitfire's as Sky-born as anyone can get without being an actual dragon - and seriously, Tredd is this close to shaking Nyx, the idiot needs to adopt her already, for Ramuh's sake - so he's in the room whenever he's not sleeping. Which means Libertus is also here, making sure Nyx does take the time to sleep because the last thing any of them need is the twitchy Ulric doing something Dumb, aided by Abyssus literally carrying Nyx out of the room when it's time to catch some shut eye.

Crowe's anxiously watching her girlfriend fight off various monsters and champions, fingers plucking at the rubber band Crowe's worn on her wrist ever since the Burning. This hadn't been how Sola and Crowe had wanted Sola's family to find out about that particular relationship, but Crowe had adamantly refused to be barred from the room for a second until Sola came back.

Luche, like Tredd, is there as Axis' braided brother, leaving the rest of the Fourth Regiment to attend in shifts depending who's on break, with Pelagia and her Third Regiment counterpart running everything because Captain is also busy watching this clusterfuck.

The Marshal's not left since the whole thing started - has he even slept? - but the King and Shield have to leave for short periods to make token appearances lest the entire country learn the royal children have disappeared into the ether. Gladiolus and Ignis have to be forced out of the room for their studies, which has apparently resulted in temper tantrums worthy of a Raging Sola, but the two young teens have yet to convince the King, Shield, or Marshal otherwise so the process repeats every day without fail.

Sola latching on to her new uncle and brother isn't a surprise. She's Sky-born, they do that. Especially because for all that the ex-Chancellor is clearly missing more than a few lines to his sails, he equally as clearly cares for and is protective of his niece and nephews, despite his distaste for Regis and Mors.

Were it not for the danger to her brothers, Sola would probably be having fun. The chance to cut loose against other skilled fighters? No one looming over her shoulder, scrutinizing her every action and deeming anything not up to their standards as 'monstruous'? Sola would have loved that in any other scenario.

But Spitfire has two brothers to protect, and Tredd swears under his breath when Sola assigns herself to Noctis and Nox's guard team, instead letting Ardyn join the strike team. The self-sacrificing dumbass.

"Care to explain that?"

Whoops.

Tredd cringes away from the Marshal's displeasure, silently thanking the Storm-Father that the King and Lord Amicitia are off in an unavoidable meeting with one of the Councilors.

"Sola is better suited on the strike team, sir." Luche says politely, before Tredd can stick his foot further in his mouth. "She's not usually charged with guard duties in the field."

The Marshal eyes them both severely. "Izunia is stronger than Sola." He says sourly. The revelation of the former Chancellor's heritage and all it's unpleasant implications hasn't been fun for anyone. "He can take a smaller strike team, freeing more people to guard Noctis and Nox." Unsaid is the fact that neither Sola nor Ardyn will leave the princes alone with strangers.

"Yes, sir." Luche demurs. That had been the argument Sola used to convince Ardyn.

(Tredd hadn't thought anyone could be more protective than Sola of her brothers, but Ardyn has her beat by a mile. Ifrit have mercy on whoever tries to harm either of the princes in the future, because Sola and Ardyn sure as Pyre won't, and Tredd doubts there'll be enough of the moron in question afterwards to scatter their ashes.)

Tactically, the assignments have merit. As Tredd exchanges a glance with an equally grim-faced Luche, he knows tactics aren't what they - or any of the glaives - are worried about.

Spitfire doesn't do defense. It's not a matter of skill. Tredd wouldn't be worried if it was, skill they can compensate for.

No, the issue is that Sola's a damn dragon of a Sword. Her first, second, and third instinct when dealing with threats is to kill it. She can't do that on defense - her priority has to be Noctis and Nox's safety, even if it means letting her target escape.

It's not impossible. Not when she's got help.

And yet Tredd can't shake the feeling that this isn't going to end any way but badly.

.

Tredd's right.

Two days later, everything goes to Ifrit's Pyre in a gift basket.

The strike team is away, trying to complete whatever the objective is that will send them all home.

(Ardyn is a force of destruction to contend with, tearing through enemies like they're tissue paper, making the King pale with an anguished epiphany he refused to share.)

The ambush catches everyone off guard. The strange dragon-like creatures swarm the protective detail. The healers push Nox and Noctis behind them, the champions better suited for close quarters combat struggling to keep the creatures off their more vulnerable companions.

In the commotion, Tredd doesn't see what sparks it, but he sure as Pyre sees when Spitfire loses it.

A low snarl rips from her throat, gaze and focus narrowing down on the threat in front of her.

Crowe swears. "Pyre-damn it all, someone back her up-"

But none of the other champions are watching Sola's back. They're too busy with their own battles, too busy keeping the kids safe. They don’t notice how Spitfire's been drawn away from the rest of the group, don't see the blind spot left vulnerable without a glaive or Abyssus there to cover her.

If Sola's family hadn’t known before, they've sure as Pyre realized it now. It's impossible to miss the glaives' reactions - Luche's grim certainty, Libertus' hand a physical restraint on Nyx's shoulder, Nyx's hands clenching and unclenching as he resists the useless instinct to grab his kukris and throw, Crowe's snarling at people who cannot hear, the way every muscle in Tredd's frame coils as he fights off the Fury rising like a wave-

-and crests, as Spitfire staggers, the attack she doesn't see ripping through her. Magic erupts throughout the room as Sola's eyes widen and her face twists in an agonized cry that has no breath to voice.

Sola hits the ground, and Nox s c r e a m s.

Ghostly weapons tear through the remaining creatures, a constant stream of light and steel that is nothing like any armiger they've seen. Champions startle as weapons pass through them harmlessly only to shred the creatures around them, until nothing remains.

The healers rush to Sola's side, but even from here, Tredd can see that it's bad. Really bad - he doesn't know if Spitfire's going to make it even with three healers and her own regeneration trying to save her life.

There's another burst of magic and Ardyn arrives, terrified and protective - Nox's magic must have alerted him, but Tredd doesn't know what the ex-Chancellor can do that the healers can't, Lucis Caelum magic just doesn't heal…

Ardyn takes in Nox, boneless with exhaustion and sobbing in Noctis' hold. Noctis, trying to keep it together. The champions doing their best to shield them from where Sola is laying on the ground between the healers.

(None of them can see it in the blue of the Crystal's hologram, how Sola is too pale against the shock of red hair haloed around her face, nearly indistinguishable from the blood staining the grass.)

Something in Ardyn's spine steels. He strides forward, ignoring the champions' attempts to keep him back, shedding his upper layers before he kneels and gathers Sola against his bare chest.

(The scars hit Tredd like a sucker punch. They've all seen some gnarly scars, no one survived the Burning unscathed, but these… these are torture scars. Torture scars and death blows and the glowing sigil of the royal family that can't be anything other than a brand.)

(The King is white as a sheet. Tredd wants to throw up. Parents are supposed to support you, not… not this.)

(Six, no wonder Axis kept Ardyn and Nox's heritage a secret. That Ardyn is able to trust and care for any of his Kin is astounding.)

It's not until magic rises from Ardyn's skin that Tredd realized what's happening. That he realizes what the tint of the Crystal's magic had disguised. But he's seen Spitfire heal others dozens of times out in the field, he recognizes this shaping of magic, and Ardyn is so much stronger than Spitfire-

It doesn't make it any easier to watch as Ardyn's skin splits, his blooding pouring out to join Sola's painting the ground. Doesn't make it any easier to watch as his wounds close, Ardyn gasping and trembling from more than just pain as he curls over his healed but unconscious niece, even as Noctis and Nox barrel in to comfort him.

Tredd's almost relieved when the Marshal turns to them and demands, "What the fuck just happened?"

As one, every glaive turns to Nyx. He's the only Chief present, he's the only one who can make the decision to share Galahdian lore with Outsiders as he has been with Sola.

Nyx stares a few moments longer at Sola's too-still form, hands flexing. Finally, he turns to face the Marshal and the King, expression dark as a thunderstorm. "We call it the Draconian's Rage."

"We?" The King's eyes are sharp. Tredd thinks he sees something of the warrior the King must have been when he visited Galahd twenty years ago.

"Galahd. The Draconian and the Infernian weren't the only Astrals to Bless humans. The magic disappeared long before the time of the Founder, but we still Remember." Nyx glances back to where the healers are fussing over Sola and Ardyn and Nox. "You have the Draconian's Blessing. But the Draconian isn't human."

Nyx turns back to the King, storm-blue locking with armiger-blue. "The Astrals aren't human, and sometimes their Blessed aren't either."

The King's lips thin. "You're saying my daughter isn't human." Treading on dangerous ground - the King's never taken kindly to the rumors painting Sola a monster.

"Physically, she is." Nyx says, steady as the cliffs against the storm-swept tides. "In her soul? Her instincts? She's no more human than I am."

That startles the King. "You are-?"

"Ramuh's. Storm to Sola's Sky."

There were rumors that the Ulrics were Ramuh's Blessed. Coeurl-Kin. Shape-changers and Wind-Walkers and as Black as the storms in their souls.

Tredd never thought he'd hear the rumors confirmed. This is Clan History. Private Clan History only ever shared with Clan Allies. If that.

"We thought you knew." Tredd says, trying to buy some leeway for Nyx. Tredd can't reveal that he's also not-quite human. Not without his Chief's permission. He might be able to get away with telling Sola - it's only a matter of time before she joins the Clans - but King Regis? Tredd would be in serious trouble. "You have thousands of years of history. Family customs as unique as any of ours." Customs catering specifically to those non-human instincts, Tredd doesn't say.

Tredd suspected otherwise after Sola's Rage in HQ. Sola didn't know anything about her Rages, only that she'd get so angry she couldn't think beyond needing to kill something. She was terrified that she'd try to kill anyone near her, hence her retreating somewhere secluded until she could regain control over herself. When she'd come out of her Rage to find Nyx and Tredd at the end of her weapons, injured but otherwise in one piece, she'd been horrified that she might have tried to kill them.

She hadn't known that she wouldn't. That even in the deepest Rage, her instincts would recognize the difference between hers and threat. Sola would never harm an innocent bystander. Not on purpose. Not unless they provoked her first.

So Tredd had suspected. He didn't want to believe it - how could the Lucis Caelums not have any information of the Draconian's Blessed? He knows Mainlanders don't keep Tales like the Clans do, but they do keep records! Sola cannot be the first Lucis Caelum to be Skyborn!

But no. The royal family has no clue.

What a mess.

"What does that mean for Sola?" The Marshal asks while the King processes Nyx's revelation.

"She's protective." Crowe says. Tredd snorts at the understatement of the century. "She'll react violently to anything threatening her Claimed. Lethally, if she can - Skyborn don't like leaving threats alive to try again."

"Prince Noctis and Nox are her only vulnerable Claimed. Prince Nox has his uncle to protect and care for him, which will satisfy Sola's instincts." Because nothing short of an Astral will be able to get past Ardyn to harm Nox, and even then Tredd would still put his money on Ardyn. "But Sola's Sword to Prince Noctis, and the oldest and strongest of his Retinue. She's his primary protector. Not being allowed or able to kill anything threatening him will stress her instincts."

The Marshal grimaces, glancing at the King and Shield. Tredd wonders if he's thinking about how Sola came to join the Kingsglaive. She'd eventually told them the circumstances behind her joining their training, one night out on deployment. Knowing now that Sola's Skyborn, that was a really Stupid decision on the King's part, banning Sola from protecting her disabled brother. The King was lucky Sola didn't try to sneak out of Insomnia after them.

"When she's under a lot of stress, she'll lose her grasp of human language." Tredd tells them. Tredd's never had that happen to him, but he also knows that as far as Seaborn instincts go, his are fairly tame. Sola, unfortunately, is way out on the extreme end of the scale. "Sign language she can comprehend, and that empathic thing she does with her magic. She'll lose her words before she Rages, so if it's that bad don't bother talking to her. She won't hear it."

Another glance between Sola's relatives. Six, how many signs had they missed?

Tredd determinedly ignores it. "When she's Raging, either give her space to work through it or spar with her. Sola won't hold back, but she won't try to kill you. But if you need to step out of the fight, make it physically clear that you surrender. Weapons away, hands down and open, on your knees and throat bared if you have to."

The King frowns. "That seems… dangerous."

"Not with Sola." Nyx says before Tredd's temper leads him to say something snarky and unwise to the King. "She'll always recognize her own."

"Shit's starting up again." Luche suddenly says.

Everyone turns back to the Crystal, conversation tabled.

For now.

#ffxv #Shadow of Heaven's Light #Little Nox verse #dissidia au #fusion #aka everyone gets to see what happens when a feral Lucis Caelum #doesn't have anyone to watch their back #This Is Why LCs Have Shields #Nyx will probably catch some flak from the other Chiefs for revealing Galahd Culture to Outsiders #But most Chiefs will - grudgingly - agree that Regis deserved to know about the impact of the Draconian's Blessing on his line #Nyx doesn't reveal any other Culture other than Clan Ulric being Storm Blessed #And Nyx has full authority over that decision as the only Chief Ulric #The other Chiefs don't necessarily agree or like his decision but they can't rightly contest it #Nyx does not reveal that the Wanderer had a daughter with an Ulric and that there were a lot of Ulrics descended from said daughter #The magic died out after two generations but the instincts did not #so Ulrics had both Storm- and Sky-born in their Clan which is how Galahdians actually know about Sky instincts #But Regis doesn't need to know that

[ninjago-x-lmk]

I’ve seen from people that Kai’s story in Quest for the Lost Powers doesn’t make sense, since Kai should’ve already known his morals by now, but I beg to differ.

Now I’ve only had Tannerfishes to do the summery, but the moral lesson for Kai still stands. And though I do not know all the details. Kai trying to do things on his own and not being seen as helpless is probably in character for him.

Though Kai is with the ninja and the ninja have this ‘We’re a team’ going on, people would assume Kai would learn how to ask for help every once in a while right?

Wrong.

Because he hasn’t done that in the instance of an actual threat.

When an actual threat comes in, yes, he does know teamwork but then again, Kai has always managed on his own, he’s basically the lone wolf in the group.

We’ve never actually seen Kai ask for help when it comes to problems he needs and he gets angry when he gets saved because that’s something that he’s not used to

We have to see ourselves in Kai’s perspective and why he’s the way he is.

We don’t know how old Kai and Nya were, Nya could have possibly been 3 years old. But from a young age, Kai had to raise Nya all on his own. Sure there could have been friends of their parents around to help them or some people to help support their children, but most of the time, it was probably Kai that had to play parent.

The fact that Nya has told Maya that she could do well without her, (basically they were already absent for most their lives that they can now independently live with their parents) it strictly implies that both of them had to depend on each other to live and grow.

Plus add the face that Kai is the most protective of his sister until he knows she can walk on her own two feet, gives the feeling of a parent instead of an older brother, because Kai had to take responsibility ALL ON HIS OWN.

EVEN WHEN HE STARTED TO BECOME A NINJA, his main priority was Nya, unlike the others, Cole became a ninja because he was mourning his mother, Zane became a ninja because Wu and him met twice and Zane felt lost in his place. Jay wanted to ‘invent’ something new. But Kai, Kai’s main motivation for becoming a ninja was ‘I wanted to save a person I love’ and even then in the PILOTS Kai was trying to do things his way.

‘But that’s just the pilots!’ This is only the first instance.

Kai is shown to be a lone wolf, even after the pilots.

Many point out that Kai’s lesson in Quest of the Lost Powers seem to mirror him saving Lloyd in Season 1, but even then in Season 1, Kai was the one saving Lloyd, doing it on his own, and his own way.

Even the way he does it is different from the Ninja. Sure, I’ve seen someone say that the True Potential is caused by Adrenaline, and I do believe that.

However, out of all the ninja, Kai’s the only one who actively makes a shield around him and Lloyd to protect them. Zane creates bursts of ice, Jay stops the rollercoaster with electricity and Cole uses raw strength to lift up the lights. Kai actually makes a ball of fire around them to try and get him away from the active volcano.

This isn’t the only time, when Kai takes responsibility, he tends to do it on his own terms, like, in Season 5.

THAT WHOLE ASS SEASON, MIGHT HAVE BEEN NYA’S CHARACTER ARC, BUT KAI WAS THE ONE ACTIVELY TRYING TO SAVE LLOYD.

When Kai promises he’d protect Lloyd and save him, he damn well did just that. He tries! Really does! And he does it by himself, the other ninja basically either can’t or get lost on the way, Kai does it on his own accord.

He jumps off the boat to save Lloyd

He chases after Morro to try and save Lloyd

Makes himself the leader because he has to take responsibility.

Tries to handle things with Morro and Ronin.

Dives into the water despite being scared of it when Lloyd is going to fall off a cliff

When his main motivation is protecting someone, he does it, NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS TO HIM.

The other instance is Season 7

Kai suspects something’s up and it’s related to him and Nya’s parents, and Kai, takes it upon himself to try and solve the mystery. He does it by himself! He doesn’t tell Nya at all unless he’s totally sure. And when he’s deceived he makes it his responsibility to stop his parents for ‘betraying’ Master Wu.

Kai has always proved his worth by being selfish at times, by trying to place himself in the line of battle, sometimes even being a literal Shield for the ones he cares about.

And when he fails, he takes it HARD, which is why he’s scared of sacrifice, because every time someone sacrifices something (Zane and Nya are the only literal examples) THEY GET HURT OR DIE.

It’s also the same with death.

When Zane dies, Lloyd remarks ‘I get it Kai, you’ve run out of bad guys to beat up’

This could imply Kai’s been playing vigilante after rebooted.

Look, I know Lloyd still remains a ninja, but I highly doubt he can handle the city on his own. Plus this is early in the Season, crime rates should have gone high by that time. Including with Zane’s death, rumors would have spread that the ninja have ‘retired’ that there’s ‘no one to protect ninjago’ and with the less use of technology, police and government officials would have no access to high-tech weaponry that could possibly compete with growing crime rates. It could have opened the window for Kai to play vigilante, not only that but it also could have created a rumor that the ‘Flaming Shogun’ (actually shogun kinda fits him at this point) was protecting the streets thus succumbing him to arena fights to direct his anger.

With Nya’s ‘death’ Kai redirected his anger differently by saying ‘if I couldn’t even protect her, I can at least help protect others’ and in a way, yes, he does, but in a more violent manner than expected and that which he was taught.

Third, this also ties back to Kai’s view on his powers.

Why he places his worth on them despite losing it time and time again. Well it’s simple, he thinks he’s not strong enough.

If Kai is willing to sacrifice himself for others, you betcha he has problems dealing with strength and powers. Compared to the other ninja, Kai’s actually one of the weakest. Something I think he hides with his ego.

Lloyd uses his physical skills and powers at the same time, balancing the two and creating a fighting style fit for the Green Ninja, symbolizing balance, the very essence of Ninjago. With the added bonus of being half Oni, half dragon. Both sides of Light and Dark.

Nya’s shown to be just as strong as Lloyd, as I’ve said before, her power activates differently from the Ninjas. VERY differently, similar to Morro, Nya uses her surroundings to create water and with her added abilities, Nya can talk to Sea Animals, and when she was in her Neo form, she could turn herself and control the entire OCEAN to her will, plus that scrapped concept of her creating a WHIRLPOOL.

Zane is shown to be the most dangerous, Forbidden Spinjitsu showing us what could happen if Zane was too powerful. If Zane can turn a whole realm into a Winter Wonderland, then he should be just as strong as he is.

I know how ironic it sounds, but yes, Jay is stronger than Kai. Jay’s powers have more variety on what it could do. Time and time again, Jay uses actual Lightning to power himself up, CAN REDIRECT LIGHTNING, and USE HIMSELF AS A FREAKING BATTERY. That’s some crazy shit someone can do, especially for Jay.

Kai? His powers are not only limited but his strategy and strength. Though he is quick, he tends to be DIRECT, in combat, opting for offense instead of defense. Even with his powers, we only see the Fire knock someone back, compared to Aspheera who used them for actual destruction.

Kai is not physically strong, Cole is, nor is he strategic, Zane is, Kai is not balanced, Lloyd is, Kai’s powers don’t have variety, Jay’s does, Kai isn’t well adept in Physical combat, Nya is.

Making him the weakest Ninja of the bunch. Which is why he makes up something on his own. He’s the ninja with the powers, he identifies himself with his powers, because it’s literally the only thing he can cling onto. And that makes him an interesting character to me.

He’s not like his fellow ninja, be he tries to be, and he wants to be stronger, he wants to protect them, because it’s his only purpose, without that then what is he? Which is why Quest for the Lost Powers is exactly the best way to teach Kai.

Because Kai defines his worth on protecting others, being responsible for others, BEING THEIR SHIELD, BEING NEEDED BY OTHERS. And this chapter gives him the push that, no, that’s not going to be your entire purpose at all and that you need to rely on others, more than just yourself.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

#ninjago #ninjago au #lmk au #lmk x ninjago #ninjago kai #quest for the lost powers #does this count as a rant? #long post #analysis?

[wintervalewriter]

the volturi - jasper hale

slowly working my way through requests i have had for years :') better late than never??? requests still open <3 i am thinking of making a part 2 for this as it does not nearly have enough jasper in it :))

requested: yes! Hi can i request about jasper x reader, where the reader is sarcastic, but more kinder than her sister Jane, and she's also part of the volturi. A scene that happens in eclipse saga where the cullens met her for the first time, and with her sarcastic mouth she caught the attention of Jasper Cullen. Then everything follows. I'm fine with only fluff for this hehe. Only if you're not busy

wordcount: warnings: she/her pronouns,

You take off your hood at the same time as your fellow members, revealing your face to the Cullen family that stands before you. Most of the time, you wouldn't bother to come to Forks, but after hearing about the created army, you just had to see it for yourself.

But, nothing was left. The only proof of it ever existing was the ice-cold bodies littering all over the snowy field.

"Well," you start. "This could have been cleaned up. Weren't expecting any guests, I assume?"

Alec looks over at you, sending you a glare as you put up your hands. No time for jokes when you are a member of the Volturi.

"Impressive," Jane says. Though the word itself has a positive meaning, your sister still finds a way to bring it with as few emotions as possible. "Never have I seen a coven escape with so much as a scratch after an attack this big."

"We were lucky," a man stiffly says, making your eyes float over to him. His eyes are golden, and though the color is warm and as soft as honey, he still glares at your sister.

"It appears that we have missed an entertaining fight," Alec smirks, looking over at his younger sister. "I am sure that we would have been of great help."

"Yes," you reply with a smile and a sigh. "It is not often that we are deemed... Unnecessary. Even the human has played her part."

The Cullen's eyes all narrow when you mention the human. Wow, tough crowd. How could they even bare to be so close to her? You are well known for your self-control, but they are almost hanging over the woman and still do not show any signs of hunger.

"What a pity," your older sister sneers, her eyes gliding over the crowd. You can feel the plan brewing in her head, your suspicions confirmed when you see the smallest smirk forming on her face.

"But, you missed one."

The blood-colored eyes jump out of the crowd, a big contrast against all the golden ones. A terrified younger girl, and weirdly enough, she reminded her of you. You remember how terrified you were when you first got turned, but luckily you weren't the only one in the situation. As the youngest one of the triplets, you had your older brother and sister to look up to. It was just pure luck that the Volturi saw potential in your powers.

One of the Cullens walked over to the girl, shielding her behind him as he stares at your sister. His hair is slightly wavy, and for some reason, his eyes are more beautiful than the rest. Surely they should all be the same color, but his eyes feel different.

"We offered her asylum in exchange for her surrender."

Jane scoffs as she fights the urge to cross her arms.

"Well. That wasn't yours to offer."

Red eyes dart around as the figure disappears more behind the pretty, blonde man, trying to shield herself from your sister more and more.

"Why did you come?"

You look over to Alec. Your sister was always better at interrogating. Dimitri and Felix are more strong, though Felix handles most, if not all, executions.

Before any response can be given, the girl falls to the ground, a blood-curdling scream leaving her body as she tries to grip onto the frozen grass.

"Who created you?" Your sister continues, no emotions evident on her face except for the slightest bit of amusement.

"You don't need to do that!" The brown-haired woman tries. "She will tell you all that you want to know!"

The entire situation does not affect you that much. Even though you can find yourself in the screaming girl, it isn't the first time that you have seen your sister use her power, and it definitely will not be the last time. Instead, you curiously watch the blonde man that stood in front of her. Maybe it is a good thing that you decided to come.

He has not said anything yet. His silence is almost inspiring, though strange. In your eyes, he seems quite careful, yet still intimidating. Truly something special. He seems to notice your stare as he looks back, your eyes connecting in a weird, but magical way.

"Isn't that right, Jane?"

You look from your sister to your brother. She does not look pleased with the answers she receives.

"Oh, of course." She looks back at the other members. "Felix."

"No! She did not know what she was doing! We will be responsible for all her actions, I promise."

"Well," Jane squints her eyes. "The Volturi doesn't give out second chances."

"Ah, yes. Caius asked me to bring a message," you smile, one that seems more genuine than your sister could ever muster up. "He would be delighted to know that you still have a human among you."

You take a few steps closer to the human girl, her vampire boyfriend guarding her like a guard dog. Before you can even lift a finger, the attractive blonde man stops you.

"The date is set."

His hand is around your wrist, stopping it from going up. You look him in the eyes as he looks down at yours, your bodies closer than you would have imagined. After a blink and a nod, he releases you, but still stands between you and the human.

"I will make sure Caius receives your word," you mumble, looking at the rest of the Volturi.

"Felix, take care of that, will you? I would like to go home."

Boredom laces Jane her voice. Situations never interested your sister for that long, especially not if it was only about one other being. Felix only nods, stepping forward as he towers over the small girl who is still laying on the floor.

Golden eyes glare at him, but they know they can not do anything against it. What the Volturi says, is what should be done. You glance back up at the blonde man.

Your sister and brother have already put on their hoods, ready to turn around and leave as Felix and Dimitri pull the girl up by her arms. Screams leave her mouth as she trashes to get out of their grips. Felix tightens his arm around her throat, ready to rip the girl apart before you lift your hand.

With your right hand up, they all freeze in their tracks. Everything from their head down is frozen in time, almost as if you paused a scene in the movie.

"I do not recall the girl ever having one chance. So, to give her a chance now would be her first," you say.

Jane raises her eyebrow, curiosity filling her eyes, but her face staying stoic.

"I propose that she gets one chance. I shall stay as a guest with the Cullens, if you shall have me," you look at the man who you guessed was their leader. "We shall give them thirty days. Has she not been able to adapt to their lifestyle, or if she does seem to be a threat to either the Cullens or the Volturi, she shall be executed the minute the it is discovered."

The fire burns beside you, ready to engulf the girl. Your brother stares at you blankly. You have never been so interested in any other group than the Volturi, nevertheless, stand with them.

"I can not give you an answer if you do not unfreeze me, Y/N."

You lower your hands, and everyone stands back up straight, though Dimitri and Felix still have a tight grip on the young vampire.

"Just know that you will be responsible if this gets out of hand. One wrong move and you shall have to kill her with your own hands."

The Cullens are at a loss for words but do not dare to show any of their surprise to the Volturi at this time.

"If I may," the leader starts. "Our house will be open to Y/N, if she wishes. We will obey all that the Volturi will tell us."

It is silent for a few seconds before Jane gestures for Dimitri and Felix to loosen their grip.

"Which is exactly how it should be," Jane says, raising her head. "I shall let Aro know of your decision. If you come back with even so much as a scratch, all of the Cullens shall be executed."

"I can not believe you would think of me that lowly," you smirk. "As if they stand a chance against me."

Felix looks almost disappointed at the fact that he was not able to murder the girl, but he still pulls his arms back before putting his hood back on, Dimitri following his actions.

So there you stood, your full black outfit contrasting against the slightly more colorful ones of the Cullens. You help the young vampire up before facing the family.

"Well. Lead the way."

--

Though sarcastic and slightly stoic, Jasper can see right through you. He could feel the way nervousness filled you up as Bree screamed, the feeling of accomplishment when the rest of the Volturi agreed with your idea, the way your heart would have jumped the second the two of you looked in each other's eyes.

Edward looks over at his blonde brother. With only a nod he confirms Jasper his suspicions; his mate is in the Volturi.

You sat on their couch, perfectly straight and just observing your surroundings. Jasper clears his throat, catching your attention as he sits down next to you, but not close enough to touch.

"I think I speak for all of us," he gestures to the rest of his family. "When I say that I am thankful for your actions earlier today."

"Well," you nod. "Bree should be lucky that I joined my brother and sister today. Surely she would not be here now if it went their way. One chance."

"I will make sure that it works out. I believe in the girl," Jasper nods, holding out his hand to you. "It might be smart to get to know you, after all, you are our guest. Jasper Hale."

And with a smile, you take his hand.

"Y/N Volturi."

#jasper hale #jasper hale imagine #jasper hale oneshot #jasper hale x reader #jasper cullen #jasper cullen imagine #jasper cullen oneshot #jasper cullen x reader #twilight #twilight imagine #twilight oneshot #twilight x reader

[kendallville]

The weak one

When Logan hit Roman as a kid, Roman might have thought that it brings them closer, creates something special, lets him understand his father better. Logan was hit by his uncle, so Roman feels what his dad felt. Why Roman acts like it's not a big deal? Through the show Logan minimizes it, normalizes it, and even turns it into a joke. And by hitting Roman Logan showed that he never expected Roman to be tough, because by definition he was the youngest, the weak. And it's probably why Roman wanted to go to military school.

The tough one

"The tough one" was supposed to be Kendall. And he failed - sensitive and introvert, playing with Legos and getting lost in thoughts, and, worst of all, crying. He was never a killer, and Logan wouldn't let him forget about it. Sure, he was the "good son", but he wasn't enough. So Ken might have been programmed to believe that he deserved every psychological abuse he received (of course not knowing that it's abuse) - because Logan saw him as a failure, and Ken sees himself as a failure. When you can't protect your little brother from getting hit, because you're afraid, what right do you have to dwell on the fact that dad is mean to you? That he lied? Ken was able to create some sort of business-cool-killer facade, but it's so thin, almost like it's created from the newspapers announcing he's "the heir with the flair".

The cold one

Shiv might think that she needs to be bulletproof - because she's a woman, and that's a problem. She's Pinky, the favorite, but not much more. Growing up around Logan and her brothers, she quickly understood how important it is not to show emotions, because men around her will use it against her in a heartbeat (you're getting too emotional about it? Why so angry? ). Her shield is strong, she built it her whole life, and only Tom's betrayal was able to break it. She can't even start processing her feelings when talking to Tom in the first episode of season 4, because she has no idea how.

The one

Connor was separated his whole life, no attention from Logan, other siblings growing up together, his mom institutionalized. He was probably not subjected to much of abuse, and he ironically might be resentful of that, because in this family love is mixed with poison. He calls his siblings love sponges, not fully realizing that this sponge is filled with toxins. To be loved means to be infected. He even used this language when talking to Willa in Austerlitz - love is an affliction, maybe you'll catch it. Connor is the first, the one, alone, literally forgotten by his family so many times.

#More thoughts after karaoke scene #They're all broken #Trauma #succession spoilers #succession season 4 #kendall roy #logan roy #shiv roy #roman roy #connor roy

[thehaemanthus]

Measuring Up, Part 2

A continuation of the fic started by @violet-shadows. Part one is here!

It was a delight to craft a part two of a three-act piece, each part created by different authors. Thanks to @azrielshadowssing for organizing the event, and for all the authors for their work. This is super fun!

The Masterlist for the ACOTAR Writing Circle can be found here. 

Summary: Cassian and Nesta are haunted by ghosts from their less than ideal childhoods, but despite their fears, neither can get the idea of parenthood out of their head.

Pairing: Cassian x Nesta

Warnings: discussion of childhood trauma and the decision to become a parent

I want to have a baby.

Cassian had been waiting to hear those words for years. He had been patient, letting Nesta take charge and make the decision when she was ready, if that day ever did come. He wanted a child, but he would have been content to spend the rest of his life just with her. 

I want to have a baby. She said it. In only his weakest moments had he allowed himself to fantasize about the moment. He had expected his own tears of joy. 

He didn’t expect Nesta’s sobs. 

Instinct overrode shock. Cassian gathered his mate into his arms, rubbing her back. Nesta shook, her hands clutching him. A particularly harsh sob made Cassian wince. 

“Talk to me, love,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

“I can’t—” She shuddered, her voice breaking. 

He squeezed her harder. Part of him wanted to leap out of bed and find the thing that was hurting his mate, the other part kept him right where he was, curled up around her to shield her from all threats. 

“I can’t…” she repeated. “I c-can’t be a- a mother.”

Slowly, his brain caught up with her words. 

Cassian locked down his emotions, lest Nesta get a whiff of the grief that flooded his brain. She was in distress, and he shouldn’t make assumptions about why…

“It’s alright.” He swallowed roughly. His own pain and hers fed each other in a vicious loop. “Shh, it’s alright, sweetheart.” 

Nesta sniffed loudly. “Sorry, I’m just…”

“You don’t need to apologize,” Cassian said. “I understand.”

“You do?” she whispered into his chest. 

“We’ll talk more when you’re ready,” he decided. This could wait a little. Wait at least until his own hurt could be easily shoved aside. “For now, sleep.”

“Cassian,” she whimpered. 

“I’ve got you,” he said. Her little sniffles and cries slowly ebbed. 

She was out five minutes later.

But Cassian couldn’t find sleep that night. 

~*~

“Again.”

Cassian moved in a blur, hands flying to jab at exposed weak points and guard his own body. Opposite him, Rhys grimaced and leaned back as Cassian jabbed his throat.

He thought he had this round. Then Rhys caught a second wind and knocked him on his back.

“Fuuuck,” Cassian groaned. “This is not fair.”

“This is amazing,” Rhys grinned, offering a hand to Cassian. He took the assistance, springing to his feet after the fourth time getting beat. 

Tomorrow they would both regret the sparring, he knew from experience. But something in Rhys had become super-charged ever since Nyx was born, with the High Lord beating his brothers in hand-to-hand combat more often, like some instinct was triggered as soon as Rhys became a father. Rhys was delighted by the fact that he no longer needed to rely on magic to avoid getting pummeled by Cassian. Cassian was regretting the centuries of teasing and brutal beatdowns he had bestowed on his High Lord.

“You can even the playing field,” Rhys said, pouring water for both of them. He avoided looking at Cassian.

“Even the…” Cassian retied his hair, then froze. “You mean…if I was a father, too.”

Rhys shrugged in the least convincing attempt to be casual he had ever seen. “If anything, it would help us test the theory that I’ve gotten quicker because of Nyx. I know you want it, and Nesta would be—”

“Stop.” Cassian couldn’t believe his shitty luck. The morning after Nesta tells him children aren’t in their future, his brother is asking about it. 

Rhys straightened, deadly serious. “Cass?”

“Let’s not talk about it,” Cassian grumbled. 

“You and Nesta have at least talked about it?”

He almost blew up. Rhys should mind his own business and stay away from him and his mate. But his brain prevailed over instinctual anger. Cassian sipped some water and tried to banish his frustration. His first reaction was always to fight, to snap back. He had to be better than that.

“We didn’t, not really,” he admitted. “Last night…”

If Rhys was impatient, he hid it well. 

Cassian sighed, rubbing his forehead. It was too damn early in the day for a headache. “She said she wanted a baby. Then she started crying.”

“Shit.”

“Then she said ‘I can’t be a mother’,” Cassian’s voice was tight with tension. “At the moment, my head went to the worst possible interpretation.”

“That she couldn’t have children,” Rhys completed the thought. “But you aren’t so sure now?”

“No,” he sighed. “And if it made her cry that much, I hate to bring it up again.” 

“At least you aren’t jumping to conclusions,” Rhys pointed out.

“I nearly did,” Cassian set his glass down. “And now I’m just confused.”

Rhys crossed his arms and hummed in contemplation. “You won’t get a straight answer until she’s ready.”

“Right,” Cassian agreed. “But I also told her I understood, and she didn’t have to apologize for crying. Now I’m going to look like an idiot because I didn’t understand why she was crying.”

“Why would you tell her that?”

“It felt like the right thing to do in the moment!” Cassian snapped. “We can’t all be damaeti with our mates.”

“You’re still mates,” Rhys pointed out. 

“And?”

“And you know her better than anyone else!” he said, exasperated. “So what is going to help Nesta feel more comfortable talking?”

Cassian mirrored Rhys and crossed his arms. “She needs her space.”

“Agreed.”

“She…can’t feel pressured into talking about it,” Cassian nodded to himself. “But the longer she doesn’t talk about it, the more anxious I’m going to get, and the more anxious she’ll get.”

“Anything that will reduce anxiety?” Rhys asked. 

Cassian shrugged, started to say he didn’t know, then stopped. “I…never really hid that I wanted a child.”

Rhys looked at him askance. “Hiding your feelings is a bad idea.”

“Fine, you have a point.”

“You’re trying to eliminate the pressure she feels to have a child?”

“I think,” Cassian scratched his head. “But I can’t exactly ban us from seeing Nyx.”

“This is too complicated,” Rhys sighed. “Just talk to her.”

“Then she might clam up and I’ll never get a straight answer.” 

He felt bad for saying it as soon as he did. Nesta had made amazing leaps and bounds, and he wanted to trust her. He wanted to trust that she trusted him. 

“Then don’t say anything,” Rhys tossed his hands in the air, giving up. “Non-verbally do something so she knows you don’t care one way or another if you ever have children.”

He rolled his eyes. “Sure, that’s easy, I’ll just—”

Rhys looked at his brother warily. “I hope your idea is a good one.”

~*~

Nesta dreaded going home. Then she felt sick at the thought of her home being anything but a sanctuary.

Her outburst the night before had come from nowhere. She had wanted to talk through her doubts with Cassian, knowing that at the end of the journey she would feel better. Their destination, she had been sure, would have been the decision to start trying for a baby. How exactly they would get there, she had no idea. Her plan had been to take Cassian’s hand and blindly walk forward with him into the unknown. 

Then she burst into tears and cried herself to sleep, like an idiot.

And now she hesitated before going home, as if going anywhere else was an option. Cassian would worry and hunt her down if she disappeared after her dinner with Elain.

The House soothed some of her anxieties. The home that she and Cassian had made together was a sort of visible, tangible proof of love. Nesta always felt the strength of the mating bond, but there was something satisfying about seeing their shared life with her eyes. 

Nesta followed the mating bond through the halls in the direction of their bedroom. She assumed Cassian had turned in for an early night, or maybe was reading in bed. 

But he wasn’t in their room. He was in the room next to it. 

“Cassian?” she called out before pushing the cracked door open. 

She froze on the threshold. 

“Hi,” he paused in the middle of sliding some books onto a shelf to shoot her a smile. “Surprise.”

The empty room, her nursery, had been transformed. It was like a mini library, tiny and just for her. Cassian filled the tall shelves with some of her favorite titles, with plenty of empty space to add to the collection. A soft rug padded her feet. There was a plush armchair and footrest, as well as a couch and a throw blanket. The room was outfitted in warm, welcoming colors. 

She hated it.

Cassian had turned the blank canvass, the room that was supposed to be for their baby, into something it was never meant for. 

“Why would you…?” Nesta was speechless.

“I thought…” Cassian finished putting the books away then faced her head-on. He was determined, she was sure of that. But also…wary? “It’s a reminder that we don’t need to walk past every day.”

“Oh.” Well, what the fuck was that supposed to mean.

“I mean, if it’s right here, unavoidable—” He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. “I thought you’d rather have this.”

“This instead of…”

“An empty nursery.”

Nesta swallowed roughly. Cassian started forward, arms ready to hold her. She took a step back.

“It’s fine.”

“Nesta, if I shouldn’t have replaced it—”

“I just need a moment alone.” She backed away. “Don’t wait up for me.”

She fled the strange room. It felt like some sort of weird set from a play. Nesta didn’t know where her feet were leading her until she ended up in her personal library. 

This was all she needed. This was her space. Why would Cassian replace the room that he knew she wanted for their baby? 

Had she mistaken the longing in his eyes, the way that he looked at their beloved nephew? Nesta never questioned that Cassian wanted children. She didn’t think that changed. They had both expressed a desire for a child.

She thought back to the night before. Nesta didn’t remember if she said anything coherent, but she remembered his words. He told her he understood her grief, her conflict over bringing a child into the world. He said it was fine. So did that mean…was he giving up on his dream? Because of her shortcomings? 

The thought knocked the breath from her lungs. Of all of the cruel, shortsighted, foolish things she had ever done, this was the worst. And it wasn’t even a conscious decision she had made.

Cassian accepted that he would never be a father because he must have realized, just as Nesta had slowly learned, she would never be a good mother. 

#acotarwritingcircle #acotar #acotar fanfiction #nesta archeron #cassian #nessian

[thevindicativevordan]

Comics this week ?

Kneel Before Zod #2 - Always sad to see mom and dad fighting... unless it's the Zods, then it's better for everyone this way. Y'know now I'm wondering if the ultimate conflict isn't Zod vs. the Khunds or some other alien invader, it's Zod vs. Ursa for control of the world. Maybe we'll even see this end with him killing Ursa and blaming Kal for it. A small detail I love: Zod's army reflects his own dual nature. You have advanced Kryptonian war machines/robots alongside enslaved natives armed with spears and shields. Zod is a product of the advanced sciences and society of Krypton, and also his own nature as a petty tyrant and conqueror.

Superman '78: The Metal Curtain #4 - Hopefully Lex can add some last minute drama to this bland story. Art has been consistently great at least.

Batman #142 - Sorrentino Joker is twisted. Otherwise this is a story that feels guilty of explaining stuff that didn't need to be explained.

Ultimate Black Panther #1 - At last, a good Black Panther book. I shouldn't jinx it, Hill could absolutely blow it in the next couple issues, but this was a good start. Anyone else find it suspicious how 6160 T'Challa can't talk to Bast the way 616 T'Challa can? And there's this ominious group who claim exclusivity over talking to the gods instead? We know Maker cut the Norse gods off from Earth, perhaps he influenced or created this group to block Wakanda's access to their gods in a similar way. Very similar in structure to USM, Hickman's influence or Hill seeking to emulate Hickman's style perhaps? We don't see T'Challa even don the suit until the last panel, just like Peter. Instead it's all about set-up, but it's interesting set-up. Here T'Chaka lived to see his son become king and BP, and perhaps he curbed T'Challa's reformist leanings too. Minute he dies, T'Challa is free to start opening Wakanda up and wage war. I think the story is going to be about war on two fronts: war without against Moon Knight and war within against the Vodu-Khan.

Doctor Strange #12 - Strange has a brother? Who is a vampire ghost? And has been trapped in the Sanctum? Huh.

Fantastic Four #17 - Love Sue being an archaeologist. Like making Lara a soldier instead of a scientist, North has found a way to make Sue smart and able to contribute without swimming upstream by having her compete with Reed. Clever solution regarding how to beat a time traveler. North's run hasn't been "big" or bombastic, which sadly means it's probably going to be overlooked, but what it has brought is solid character moments for each of the F4 and clever storytelling.

#weekly reviews

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Time line of Adventure of Y/n Barton and Yelena Belova

Hello Everyone! I’ve created a timeline for our lovely reader that includes ages and where she is at some major moments in the MCU (plus adding the stories where they fall). This will be an active document as stories will be added! Let me know what you want to see one shots of stuff I haven’t written! 

You are the eldest daughter born to Clint and Laura Barton with the ability to shapeshift into any animal. 

Born: 1996, while your parents were working at SHIELD. Clint recruited Natasha in 1997. 

2000 (age 4): there was a kidnapping attempt on you but it was stopped by Natasha. Fury helped set up in the Farm House where you lived there with her mother and soon 2 other siblings. 

2002 (age 6): Cooper is born

2004 (age 8): Lila is born

Marvel Cinematic Universe 

2012 (age 16): Battle of New York; you are at home with Laura, Cooper, and Lila trying to keep it together while Clint is under Loki’s control 

2013 (age 17): you move to NYC to go to college. You come home a few breaks until you see how different her siblings are treated. During college, you get an internship with Pepper. 

2015 (age 19): Age of Ultron - you are at the party when Ultron attacks and Clint forces you home. When the Avengers need a place to stay post the fight with Maximoff, you meet the Avengers with her true identity. At first they try to get you to fight with them but you decline. You stay home till Nathaniel is born and your father ‘retires’ then return to the compound. 

2016 (age 20): You decided on going to online schooling so you can move from the compound, to Iowa, to your apartment in the City. 

Would Anyone Care by Citizen Solider 

You are at the compound when the accords get brought up. You side with Steve right away and your heart is broken by Natasha’s siding with signing the accords. Natasha tells you to leave the compound. But you don’t listen, when Civil War happens you are at the compound when Clint tries to recruit Wanda (you distract Vision for them to leave). You are back in the city when you find out about the fight in Germany and the arrests. Once the accords get overturned, you go back to the compound where Natasha brings Yelena. 

Brother (Sister) by Madds Buckley 

2017 (21): you graduate college with a bachelor degree in psychology focusing on childhood trauma.  

2018 (22): When the Blip happens you are in the city where Clint comes to pick you up and drops you off the compound. 

2018-2023 (22-27): 5 years you lived with Natasha at the compound during those years you were working towards your next degree, a doctorate. 

How Do I Say Good-bye by Dean Lewis  

2023 - 2024: you finish your doctorate in New York City due to your issues with Clint. 

2024 (age 28): Hawkeye - you help Clint and Kate with the whole Ronin thing 

The start of the main story

July 2025 (age 29) - She by Dodie 

July - August 2025: On Top of the World by Imagine Dragons / Day & Night by Avicii

August 2025 - November 2025: Don’t Tell 

November 2025: Little Did You Know by Alex and Sierra  

December 2025: Chicken Tendies by Clinton Kane / Somebody to You by the Banners    

February 2026 Unsteady by X Ambassadors

May 2026: Slow Down by Caleb and Kelsey 

June 2026: Collateral 

Thank you for all the love on this little AU I’ve created!!

#The Adventure of Y/N Barton and Yelena Belova #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova x y/n #yelena belova x you #black widow fanfiction #black widow imagine #black widow one shot #Marvel AU #marvel fanfiction #marvel one shot

[oddeyevibes]

Chapter 2 - Epiphany

Summary

Just as you were figuring out your real issue with this trip, the academy gets two unexpected—and violent—visitors.

Warnings? Click here

Then

Number 8’s abilities have hinted at the capacity for improvement. Making her a more valuable asset to the team outside of her healing capabilities. However, the chance at evolving is hindered by her delicate sensibilities.

Stern rearing has proved ineffective to change this at this point but Number 8 has achieved a new level of controlling her gifts. Number 8 now has the ability to create barriers for protection, seemingly more useful against that of projectiles.

Number 8’s lacking reaction time proves to be the biggest obstacle in using this ability to protect herself from physical harm. Subject is currently in recovery after sustaining an injury from her training session with Number 2. It would also appear that summoning the shield burns Number 8 slightly, the sensation growing stronger with each frequent use.

When I questioned Number 8, she said it was akin to touching an activated light bulb.

——✨——

Now

You came downstairs to the lobby looking to answer Pogo’s earlier inquiry. There you are forced to bear witness to a usual sight of Klaus sprawled out on the couch in some tighty…blueys. Your brother mumbling and fidgeting in his sleep, causing you to grow concerned.

“Klaus.” You called out to him.

There was no reply as he fidgeted more.

“Klaus!”

His eyes opened wide and he shot up from the couch, only calming down his breathing when he saw it was you standing over him.

“Oh…Glowbug…”

“You know you talk in your sleep?”

“Klaus, you ok?” He moved over as you sat next to him, raising the back of your hand to feel for his temperature. You let out a disappointed sigh. “Klaus, what did you take before you went to sleep?”

“Uhhhh…nice little uppers to get me through the day.” He faced you with a puppy dog look. “Grief can be a hard thing to get through sober.”

“Oh, you’re grieving? I thought you’d be celebrating.”

“I’m doing both.”

He crawled down to the floor, peeking underneath the coffee table.

“What are you looking for?”

“He’s looking for drugs.”

“Shut your piehole, Ben.” He leaned up, blowing a kiss his way. “Said with love.”

You glanced in the direction he was looking at in confusion. Klaus always talked about how he still saw Ben but with the ability to be able to see spirits being connected to his sobriety, you mostly chalked it up as him “talking to Ben” as a sort of coping mechanism for himself but also to make you feel better, considering it started after he passed and Klaus knew you were broken up about it the most.

You had no problem indulging him so long as he didn’t go overboard with his addiction. Though Mother Hera would always say that you were too soft on Klaus.

You knelt down beside Klaus. “How about we get you something to eat before you drown your sorrows in drugs?” You suggested.

Ben nodded. “Like some eggs or orange juice?”

“You can’t smoke eggs.”

“No but you can eat them and you should.”

Klaus groaned. “Why do you two insist on ganging up on me?”

“Because Herr Klaus, we care about your well-being and know you can do better.”

“But why deal with life sober when I can turn to my friends Molly and Candy?”

“Because Molly and Candy are gonna kill you one day.”

“Thank you”

“You’re more fun when you’re high.”

You playfully swatted at him. “Don’t compare my high to yours, the only girl I need is Mary J.”

Klaus let out a groggy chuckle before standing up and walking over to a nearby cabinet, searching for valuables no doubt.

“One of these has gotta be gold-plated, right?”

You looked back at your brother and sighed. Ben watched you. It was hard for him watching you desperately try to save Klaus from addiction. You started off so energetic, letting him stay at your place often and even getting him into rehab but Ben saw it all how Klaus blew it off every time. He really wished he could talk to you, tell you to stop putting in so much effort but then he’d feel like a hypocrite considering helping Klaus was one of the main lifelines to staying around some semblance of his family.

“By the way, Pogo said some box went missing from Dad’s office. Something very priceless and important.”

Ben looked back at Klaus in annoyance. “Really?”

“Really?”

“The thief wouldn’t happen to you, would it?”

Klaus feigned offense. “Glowbug…would I steal from-”

“You 100% would.”

“I have no clue where it could be.”

“Liar”

“Drop dead.”

“Low blow.”

“Would you shut up?”

“Excuse me?”

“Not you, sis. I’ve just been dealing with a lot of stuff lately. Y’know, a lot of memories coming up. All those good times…well, not so much good times as really awful, terrible, depressing times.”

You gave your brother a deadpanned stare. “Well...Pogo said that you won’t get in trouble if you bring it back.” You stuttered a bit. “Well, he didn’t actually say that but he definitely knows you did it.”

“Well, whenever I see the…scoundrel that took it, I’ll be sure to let them know.”

——✨——

Klaus had eventually left the room to get dressed, allowing you to have the lobby to yourself. You picked up the landline to dial Mother.

“Club Galerie, Sister Minerva speaking.”

“Hey Beth.”

Club Galerie had a theme with a lot of performers who worked there. Most of the work names were deity-inspired. Mother never felt comfortable with anyone using their real names. You didn’t mind it at all. Of course, people soon realized who you were after some time but even then you were no longer The Light as your father dubbed you but Sister Iris.

“Y/N? We were waiting for you to call.”

“Aww, did you miss me?”

“No, when someone returns to the home they ran away from as a child, it tends to spark some anxiety for people.”

“Yeah…”

“So, how is everything going so far?”

“It’s been pretty…meh.”

“What? Upset you didn’t get into more family arguments?”

“Oh there’ve been arguments, I just wasn’t at the center of them. My brother’s being a little pissant like usual.”

“The one that also hates your dad? Why?”

“Who knows? Knowing Diego, it’s probably because he didn’t get to leave first. Be the one to set an example next to Luther. He’s got a complex.”

“Hmm…are you coming back today?”

“Well…I don’t know yet. Might stay one more day to make sure there’s nothing else happens. Oh yeah! My brother came back yesterday too.”

“Which one?”

“The teleporting smartass.”

“Holy shit! SERIOUSLY!?”

“Not even kidding.”

“So what? You’re gonna make up for lost time?”

“Maybe. If I can find the little shit.”

“How is that even possible?”

“It’s a whole thing that I will explain when I get back cause I cannot possibly explain it right over the phone.”

Beth laugh. “Oh, I gotta go. Talk to you later, ok?”

“Bye.”

You hung up, your eyes lingering down to the floor before Allison spoke from the doorway.

“So who was that?” She tried to come off as sweet and non-threatening as possible.

“Full-time coworker, part-time paramour.”

“Oh, so you’re…”

You leaned back against the sofa. “I don’t really put a label on it.”

The silence was heavy over the both of you as Allison shifted uncomfortably, lost on how to bring up the sensitive topic.

“We didn’t really get a chance to talk. You know, alone.”

“I wonder why.” Your tone was cold.

“Look, Y/N, I’ve been wanting to talk to you since that night.”

“Did Luther put you up to this?”

“What? No.” Allison approached the couch but didn’t sit down. “When I saw you leaving that night. I was…not in the right state of mind. Ben’s funeral, dad…”

“Blaming it on us?”

“Yes. I didn’t know how to handle what I saw.”

“You know, I never blamed any of you for the shit I went through because of dad. I never blamed Diego for that time he almost cut off my finger when dad wanted me to improve my forcefields. I never blamed Vanya whenever dad finally noticed her just to shit on me. Even so young, I always recognized that everything we went through was his fault. That’s why…I was so confused about why you tried to do that to me…because I thought we were close.”

“We were.”

“Yeah, emphasis on were. I watched you use that power on so many people outside of this family…and I said nothing about it. I thought it was wrong how you abused it…and I didn’t say anything. You know why?”

Allison looked down, fiddling with her hands.

“Because I was scared of you, Allison.”

She looked at you with a mixture of shock and hurt in her eyes. “Y/N…”

“I was scared that if I stood up to you, you’d do the same to me. And that night, you proved it.”

“We were only seventeen. I was worried about what would happen to you.”

“I would’ve believed you if you had even bothered to check on me ONCE after Ben died.”

“I was grieving!”

“So was I! But the way you, Luther, and Diego looked at me…like it was all my fault. Diego blamed me and you never defended me because you felt the same way.”

Allison didn’t respond.

“But I guess it was easy.” You stood up, ready to end the conversation. “I was clearly supposed to be your safety net. Don’t matter how reckless you guys got during missions so long as I was on standby ready to heal you up…and I didn’t do that in time for Ben, I guess. Never mind the fact that Ben always hated this life that dad forced on us.”

Once again, you brushed past her but stopped when you reached the doorway.

“But thanks for realizing that rumoring people to sedate your ego is a bad thing years later.” You mockingly clap in her direction before leaving, heading back upstairs.

Allison stood there. Her apology was as heartfelt and sincere as she could have managed. She was really sorry but she didn’t know just how to make it up to you…or if it was even possible. She thought about how even after that night, she didn’t stop.

She thinks about how if she never had Claire, would there even be guilt. After all, it was losing her chance to see her face every day that brought this on. Her losing custody left her with nothing, coming back after her dad’s death seemed like the most logical thing to do. Even if the Hargreeves were as dysfunctional as they come, they were still the closest thing she had to family.

Allison took deep breaths, keeping herself from crying out of sheer melancholy, as she made her way downstairs to try and talk to Claire away from prying eyes.

——✨——

13 years ago

In reality, none of the Hargreeves children should’ve been shocked about the “eulogy” their father gave when it came to Ben’s death. Why send him off properly when you can twist the knife already in the hearts of your precious lab rats? Surely, that’ll motivate them.

Your siblings only listened in a mix of anger and sadness as they heard you kicking your dresser but none of them had the heart to tell you to stop. You were expressing the very thing they were crying to sleep to. Even though everyone eventually fell asleep, Allison became suspicious when the noise from your room grew quiet and your bedroom door opened.

However, at first, she chalked it up to you simply going to the bathroom but you didn’t return for a while. Then she remembered that room you and Ben always hid out in. So she went to find you, give you some company. That’s when she found you sitting on the window seal, your legs dangling on the outside with the strap of a black gym bag secured around your shoulders.

“Y/N?”

Your shoulders jumped as you quickly turned back to face Allison’s worried expression.

“What are you doing?’

It didn’t take Five to figure it out but the scene was still shocking for your sister. She looked at your face in its current state, your eyes were red from crying and the tears showed no signs of slowing down any time soon. Not to mention, you were breaths were frequent and heavy like you were still in the middle of some sort of panic attack.

“I can’t stay here, Allison.” Your voice was shaking.

“You’re leaving?” She rushed towards you. “You can’t leave!”

“Dad proved it today! He doesn’t care about whether any of us live or die.”

“Y/N, I know you’re upset but we have to stick together.”

“Until what? What if the next mission I die? What if Klaus dies? What if Luther dies? Are we just gonna be stuck being blamed until Vanya’s the only one left? Then what happens to Vanya?”

“Y/N, we’ll make sure-”

“You can’t! We don’t mean…” You fumbled your words. “SHIT TO HIM! We are lambs to his slaughter.”

“But you can’t run off alone.”

You didn’t respond until you gave her a hopeful look. “We could all run.”

Your sister stammered. “I don’t know…”

“We could, we could just take care of each other. We could…use our powers to help us survive. We don’t need to rely on him.”

“Where would we go? Where were you even gonna go?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. Somewhere. Anywhere is better than here.”

Allison just gave you a sad look before inching closer. “Would Ben want you to leave?”

You shook your head. “Don’t do that.”

“What?”

“Don’t try to use Ben against me. If I knew he was gonna die soon, I would’ve convinced him to run away sooner.”

“He’d be worried sick knowing your out there all alone.”

“I think he'd be worried sick that we were all still here after today. He hated this, Allison. We all knew that.”

You turned away from Allison, fully ready to climb through the window until she grabbed onto your arm.

“I can’t let you leave!”

The look on your face portrayed your confusion and offense. “You can’t let me leave…or you won’t let me leave? There’s a big difference Allison.”

A stare-off started between the two of you as you anticipated just what Allison was implying. Sure enough, when you showed you weren’t backing down from your decision, she said.

“I--”

“Allison don’t.” You warned.

She stared at you with determination etched in your expression. “I heard--”

“Allison, I am not in the mood for this.”

“And I don’t wanna see you leave.”

“Allison…please…”

“I heard a rumor--”

In that quick second, your eyes shined a bright as a white aura manifested from your body. “STOP!” You screamed, sending a forcefield of light in Allison’s direction, launching her backward to the floor, her back hitting against the carpeted wood with a heavy thud as the lights throughout the estate flickered.

Your eyes went wide as your breathing got quicker but you calmed a bit when you saw Allison pick herself up, resting on her elbows as she looked at you in fear.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered before climbing through the window in order to prevent the others from finding and trying to stop you.

Allison had sat up, backing away towards the wall to cradle herself and cry into her knees. Not too long after the incident, your dad and the others finally found her and questioned her about what happened. Of course, Reginald didn’t say anything that made the others feel better.

He merely looked at the window in disappointment. “If only she had shown this type of grit, maybe Number 6 would still be alive.”

Allison looked up at her father in disgust as Luther held her and Vanya caressed her head. Even if they held out hope much like with Five, they never did see you again after that.

——✨——

You had all gathered in the lobby per Luther’s request and watched the surveillance footage of mom standing over Reginald as he slowly succumbed to his death before walking out of the room. You popped a grape into your mouth as you leaned against the bar.

Vanya was the first to jump Grace’s defense. “I mean, do you really think Mom would hurt Dad?”

“You haven’t been home in a long time, Vanya.” Luther replied. “Maybe you don’t know Grace anymore.”

Then Diego chimed in. “If he was poisoned, it would have shown in the coroner’s report.”

“Well, I don’t need a report to tell me what I can see with my own eyes.”

“Maybe she didn’t mean it?” You spoke up.

Everyone looked back at you as you shrugged. “I mean, you’ve all noticed how…weird she’s being right? Maybe she…poisoned him by accident.”

“Dad programmed her to be state of the art, her programming wouldn’t just…deteriorate like that.”

“Maybe all that low gravity in space messed with your head.” Diego fidgeted with the television, zooming in the camera. “Look closer.”

Everyone’s attention focused on what Grace was doing as Diego explained further.

“Dad has his monocle. Mom stands up. Monocle’s gone.”

Klaus began chuckling. “Oh, yeah!”

“She wasn’t poisoning him. She was…taking it. To clean it.” Diego suggested.

“Then where is it?” Luther asked. “No, I’ve searched the house, including all her things. She doesn’t have it.”

Diego sat silent for a moment before answering him. “That’s because I took it from her. After the funeral.”

Allison looked upset. “You’ve had the monocle this whole time? What the hell, Diego?”

“Give it to me,” Luther ordered.

“I threw it away.”

Allison scoffed as Luther approached closer. “You what?”

“Look, I knew that if you found it on Mom, you’d lose your shit, just like you’re doing right now.”

“Diego, you son of a bitch.” Luther inched closer causing Diego to ready himself with his knife as Vanya approached the both of them.

Klaus strolled past them, using a nearby column to lean against.

“Hey. No. Calm down. Look, I know Dad wasn’t exactly an open book. But I do remember one thing he said. Mom was, well, designed to be a caretaker, but…also as a protector.”

You pointed in Vanya’s direction, agreeing with her. “That’s a good point. Like I said, maybe Mom deteriorated a little. She was designed to be the perfect mother. All moms deal with empty nest syndrome and maybe…” You waved your hand around. “Maybe she snapped and took it out on Dad?”

Luther was astonished by this suggestion. Diego stood there in thought before nodding. “Y/N, what are you talking about?”

“Mom watched the way he treated us and she knew how to always make us feel better. What if, at some point, she decided that Dad is the reason that the nest was empty too soon? Maybe she…was just angry at him?”

Allison shook her head. “Y/N, that’s ridiculous. You heard Vanya, she was a protector.”

“Yeah, a protector of us and the academy…not him. Maybe she bottled it up.”

“She’s a robot, Y/N.”

“A robot that fed and nurtured us when our dad didn’t.”

“Now is not the time to let your hatred of dad get in the way of us solving his murder.”

Just as you were about to snap back, Vanya cut in once again. “What I meant is that she was programmed to intervene if someone’s life was in jeopardy.”

Luther thought about it. “Well, if Y/N is right about her degrading then we need to turn her off.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait.” Diego was at more attention than before, pointing the tip of one of his knives toward Luther. “She’s not just a vacuum cleaner you can throw in a closet. She feels things, I’ve seen it!”

Luther tried to reason with Diego. “She just stood there, Diego, and watched our father die.”

“I’m with Luther.”

Diego glanced back at Allison in annoyance. “Surprise, surprise.”

“Shut up.”

Diego looked to you for your vote. “I don’t think we should.” He felt relief and turned to Vanya.

With everyone’s eyes on her, she stumbled on her words. “I-- I don’t--”

“Yeah, she shouldn’t get a vote.”

“Diego…”

“Wh--” You and Luther tried to defend her choice to answer until she fully answered.

“I was gonna say that I agree with you.”

“Okay. She should get a vote.” Your brother turned his attention to Klaus. “What about you, stoner boy? What do you got?”

“Oh, so, what? You need my help now? Oh, get out of the van, Klaus! Well, welcome back to the van.”

“What van?”

“Who kicked you out of a van?”

“What’s it gonna be, Klaus?”

“I’m with Diego, because screw you! And if Ben were here, he’d agree with me.”

“I dunno bout that.” You mumbled awkwardly.

Sure Ben was considered the sweetest of y’all but one very thing about it that was hard to ignore was his pragmatism. If he were here, he would’ve thought Grace should be shut down.

“Three to two, no one touches Grace.”

“Vote’s not final yet.”

Diego turned back to Allison. “What?”

“Five’s not here. The whole family has to vote. We owe each other that.”

“Right.”

“No, we should wait.”

Much to Diego’s dismay, everyone started filing out of the room including you. Your eyes locked on your mother’s blank stare before moving past her and leaving.

——✨——

Then

Alarms blared throughout the halls as everyone scrambled to get ready. Ben sprinted through the house with half of his uniform on as he charged toward the bathroom. Meanwhile, Allison quickly downstairs, shouting for Luther to hurry up before heading to her room to find her mask.

“How will the Umbrella Academy ever become an effective crime deterrent if we can’t even leave the house on time for missions?” Your father’s voice boomed throughout the halls, only leaving you to further inch back under your hiding spot.

“Behind you!” Luther quickly slipped past Reginald and he kept rushing everyone.

Panic took hold of Allison as she frantically tossed out articles of clothing from her drawer. When she turned and saw Grace, there was some slight relief in seeing reliable help.

“I can’t find my Domino mask.”

With a bright smile, Grace pulled out the mask in mint condition. “It needed a little bit of TLC after the last mission.”

Allison let out a breath of relief. “Thanks, mom!”

With a prideful stride, she approached Luther’s room, the Spaceboy getting a few reps in as she leaned against the door frame. “Ready to go?”

Luther looked up at her with a smile, throwing up a thumbs up. “Yeah.”

Diego ran through the halls yelling for his knives as Grace came upon Vanya’s room. Number 7 trying to focus on the sound of her violin and drown out the noise of the alarm.

“Sounds beautiful, Vanya.”

Vanya smiled. “Thanks, mom.”

“Where is Number 8?!” Reginald’s voice echoed from a distance.

Grace continued her stroll, stopping in front of Klaus’ room when he heard his bed squeaking and the Seance giggling like a mad man. The blonde turned to see Klaus had started a fire in his desk and was enjoying the flames.

“Oh! Klaus!”

Grace marched into the room, grabbing a piece of fabric and tossing it over the fire, putting it out without issue.

“Thank you, Mother.”

She shook her head as she left the room. “Boys will be boys.”

Then she came across your room but you weren’t anywhere in sight. She was about to move on until she noticed movement from underneath your bed. With a sweet smile, she entered your room and bent down to call for you.

“Y/N, sweetie, are you ready?”

You let out a defeated sigh as you crawled out from under the bed clutching the bowl of ice cream in your hand. Your mother flashed you a shocked expression.

“Y/N! You know sweets are for after missions.” She scolded as she gently took the bowl from your hand.”

“Can I just have a little more?” You whined.

Grace relented, taking a small scoop and popping it into your mouth.

“Thanks, Mommy.”

“Now go finish getting ready and use the bathroom before you leave.”

She sent you off, following your trail out of the room and running into a distressed Ben with an unzipped suit.

“Oh, Ben.”

“It--it’s stuck.”

She quickly zipped it up for him, allowing him to run off down the hall as he shouted for the others. Finally, she came upon Diego’s room, hearing him trying to overcome his stutter. Something that Reginald constantly poked at him for while telling him he’d be a burden if he didn’t fix it but Grace knew how to handle it.

“D--Don’t mmm. Don’t mm… mm.. mm…”

She entered the room, gently rubbing his back. “Remember, Diego, just picture the word in your mind.”

Diego calmed his nerves as he focused on his reflection in the mirror. “D-Don’t mm… muh… D-Don’t mmm… Don’t mo-move.”

Grace perked up. “You did it! I’m so proud of you!”

Reginald cleared his throat, catching the attention of the two, as he stood in front of the doorway. He said nothing before walking off.

——✨——

Now

You were lounging in dad’s office, feet propped up on the desk as you indulged in the cold creamy pleasure of ice cream in one of dad’s wide chalices. He’d flip if he saw you doing this, which was the joy of it regardless of how childish and bratty it probably came off. Fuck it, right? It counts as pissing on his grave and legacy.

“What am I still doing here?” You muttered.

This trip was meant to be some magnum opus in finally healing all of the trauma that accompanied you for years. However, nothing really changed. You were really naive (or dumb) enough to believe that your neglectful and borderline abusive father dying was going to fix everything?

You thought about your issues with your siblings. How the hell could you possibly approach repairing bridges? There was one half of you that wanted to understand and be a family with them again but the other half needed to release…something. Were you even mad at anyone other than dad?

You never really hated Luther, you just hated his loyalty to your dad. Even now, he can’t just leave things be and feels it’s his duty to avenge Reggie. The man didn’t earn the privilege of being avenged. That was for people who knew how to love and appreciate others.

Diego was mad at you for leaving and blamed you for letting Ben die but you both agreed that even if Grace murdered Reginald, she probably was justified. Beyond that? What was there after that? Nothing. Once all is said and done, he’d still hate you.

You had your beef with Allison but as you matured through the years, you understood the situation. You were scared, angry, and just needed to get away and she was just as scared. She didn’t know what else to do when faced with the scene of you leaving. She repented and apologized, you weren’t sure you were still mad at her as much as you wanted to seem.

Klaus was…Klaus. You try to be the shoulder he can lean on with his addiction but some days…you just don’t know what to do to help him. Even getting professionals to help didn’t work out, Klaus telling you that they just didn’t understand his issues. You never wanna force anything on him but it was getting exhausting. What kind of sister would you be though if you just let him suffer alone, though?

Then there was Five…you had no issues with Five. Sure, Five vanished after being hardheaded but he was back now and that’s all that mattered.

Next was Ben, an old love you could never fully commit to. Sure, you weren’t biological siblings but you grew up together. Maybe it helped that you didn’t look like each other but seeing Allison and Luther getting teased by the others certainly didn’t help. Ben was the one to have it simmer down. He was always the more realistic one but it didn’t stop you from wanting to be close to him…make him feel better…and think about him. You figured you were naive to think that maybe when you got older he would’ve felt differently but that time never came. He died and you’ve felt like shit ever since. There was not a day that went by where you didn’t tell yourself that it should’ve been you.

Lastly, there was Vanya. Vanya often played the role of the peacekeeper in the family yet it didn’t stop her from being excluded and now you’re an adult feeling pissed off at younger you for following along any time the others didn’t want to include her. You’d make up for it now and then but you knew it wouldn’t have been enough. Even now, you kept in touch with Vanya out of spite of yourself from years ago and your siblings, who didn’t really seem to care as far as you knew…not that it made you any better. You were using your sister as a gotcha to prove a point.

Maybe that was it. Maybe you were just trying to be angry and spiteful because it feels like you should. Maybe you carried this hurt to cover up something. What it was? You didn’t know. Maybe fear? Loneliness? Something that kept you…stagnated? That’s when you had a thought…

“Oh my god…what the hell do I want to do with my life?” You whispered in a shaky voice. You placed the chalice down on the desk as you got up and started pacing the room. “Oh my god! Am I a diva?!”

If anyone else heard you speak those words, they’d be confused as hell but to you, it made perfect sense. You came back home to finally face your family expecting this grandiose series of clap backs but…it was all…bleh.

The moment you stepped back into the house, none of those feelings that you SWORE you felt for all of these years were there. You expected an explosion and only got a spark. The equivalent of rubbing two stones together after hours only for them to light up once against the cold air surrounding you.

“This is the epiphany of a lifetime! And I didn’t even need Beth for it, oh my god!” You gasped. “I gotta call Beth.”

Just as you were about to leave the room. The sound of rapid gunfire caught your attention, freezing you on the spot. You left the room and came over, only to run directly into a fleeing Diego.

“Diego? What’s happening?”

“Run!” He grabbed onto your arm, pulling you in the direction of the railing. He wanted you both to jump.

Just as two gunmen wearing creepy cartoon masks turned the corner and aimed at the both of you. Wasting no more time, you and Diego hopped over the rail, landing right in the lobby before the both of you split up behind different points of cover.

“Diego, who the fuck is that?” You aggressively whispered in his direction.

“Does it look like I have a clue?”

“You’re the one dressed like a bargain bin Batman, I assumed they were here for you.”

“Well, you know what they say about assuming.”

Your chatter stopped when you heard footsteps quickly approaching. Diego began moving, alerting the gunmen of his location and they began firing, pinning him to the spot. Thinking on your feet, you stood from your hiding place.

“Hey! Try that on me, creeps!” You shouted, earning their attention.

They immediately began firing in your direction only for the bullets to be stopped by the white barrier you conjured in front of you. The bullets hit against the shield and fell to the floor however, it didn’t deter the two.

Distracted, they failed to notice Luther approaching behind them, grabbing the one in the pink mask and launching them into the foyer with ease. The rain of bullets against you stopped as you dropped your hands in exhaustion as Allison charged in.

Just as the assailant in the blue mask turned and aimed their shotgun at Luther, Allison delivered a swift kick, knocking the shotgun out of their hand before delivering a series of kicks that had the gunman stumbling but didn’t take him down. A fact only made more evident when they grabbed onto Allison’s neck and began choking her.

Her strained gasps for air filling the room. Diego ran up behind them and began striking them in the back as he demanded for them to let go of Allison. Much like Allison, Diego’s strikes had little to no effect on the bigger of the two gunmen. He wasted no time in jumping on their back as Luther approached them, delivering a heavy punch to the gunman’s gut causing them to topple over and allowing Allison to break free from their grip as Diego fell to the ground with them.

Much like the first one, Luther launched the blue masked one into the foyer, leaving him crashing into the table that sat underneath the dangling chandelier. Allison glanced around between you and Diego.

“Who the hell are these guys?”

“You’re welcome.” Luther looked in Diego’s direction.

With his unwavering pride, Diego waved him off. “I was doing fine.”

Thus the two began arguing. “Oh yeah, you really had them--”

“Ever hear of a rope-a-dope?”

Still tired from using your shield after what seemed like years, you spoke up with an exasperated breath. “Is this really the time for this?”

Allison was about to come over and check on you until bullets went flying into the room yet again, scattering all of you once more.

Luther rushed you and Allison out of the room. “We gotta get out of here now! Go!”

“But Diego--”

“He’ll be fine, Y/N, come on!”

“Luther go!” Diego’s voice was heard among the gunshots as the three of you continued running.

Once he was sure the both of you were safe, Luther circled back to try and get to Diego who was left with one of the gunners. Meanwhile, you and Allison were high tailing it away from the one with the pink mask. Both of you heading downstairs towards the bedrooms with her hot on your trail.

Once you were off the staircase, she began firing more bullets which you had quickly blocked off as Allison ducked into the stairwell that lead even further downstairs to the kitchen. Once Pinky had stopped shooting, you ran off to follow your sister.

Pinky wasted no time in firing again once she reached the bottom of the stairs, lighting up the walls as you ran behind Allison, ducking into cover. Allison looked up at you and watched you take deep breaths and you shook the heat off your hands.

“Been a while, huh?” She whispered in your direction.

“Yeah, tend to not get shot in everyday life.”

She nodded. “That part.”

You both listened to Pinky’s footsteps as she unknowingly walked past the both of you hiding behind the pool table.

“I’m sick of running from this asshole.” Allison said before reaching for the pool cue sat on the table. She waited for her moment to strike and swiped the stick, tripping Pinky to the floor. Pinky stood up, taking hold of a broken pool cue snapped in half.

The both of you closed in on her from both sides. She swung one half towards you which you jumped back to dodge. She then turned her attention to Allison, swinging and advancing forward before smacking her in the face with the force sending her against the lesser dining table.

With her distracted, you ran towards Pinky, wrapping an arm around her throat and yanking her back before she could attempt to stab Allison. Diego then casually walked into the kitchen, nodding toward Allison as Pinky struggled to get you off of her.

“You wanna rumor this psycho?”

Allison wiped the small smidge of blood from her bottom lip. “I don’t need to, because this bitch just pissed me off.”

“Where’s Luther?”

“Handling the big one.” Diego answered.

With your focus taken, Pinky used the opportunity to finally free themselves from your grip, falling to their knees with enough force to knock you to the ground with a *jawbreaker. The impact from slamming into the floor knocks the wind out of you a little.

Pinky straightened out their suit. “We just want the boy.”

“Oh, well, in that case…” Allison charged forward, ducking underneath Pinky’s swing before delivering several kicks to the torso as you scrambled to stand up, rubbing your chin.

Allison and the gunner exchanged throws and kicks before your sister was sent flying back towards the coffee table with a roundhouse kick. The intruder’s attention finally turned to Diego as he strode forward.

“Y/N, go check on Luther, alright?”

You nodded. “Yeah, yeah, sure.” As you got to leave and find Luther, Diego began trading blows with Pinky.

When you finally made it back to where you assumed Luther was, you found him still fighting with the bigger intruder. You hopped in place a bit to amp yourself up to help.

“This is a dumb idea.” You muttered, charging forward and delivering a flying kick to the Blueman’s back, causing him to stumble and allowing Luther to get the upper hand on his assault until the Blueman grabbed Luther in an attempt to ram him into the wall but Luther stood his ground.

“Get Vanya out of here!” Luther yelled.

You were surprised to see Vanya on the ground in the lobby. Wasting no time, you rushed towards her. “Vanya, are you alright?”

She nodded, clearly shaken by being attacked judging by her disheveled appearance. You wrapped her arm around your shoulder and led her to the corner of the room, the both of you pressing your backs against the wall to be blocked off from view with a part of the wall as you both heard an audible tear and a heavy slam, though there was no confirmation on who was the temporary victor of the battle other than an indeterminate groan.

You heard heavy footsteps re-entering the room and panicked when you saw the Blueman scope around the room before leaving again. As much as you wanted to attack, risking being knocked out and Vanya being left defenseless was not in any way a good plan.

Vanya looked at you with a worried expression, allowing you to catch a glimpse of the blood on her face.

“You ok?” You whispered.

She responded with a dazed nod.

“Luther!” You heard Allison shout, giving you the signal that it was safe to move.

Luther was laid out on the floor on his stomach as Allison and Diego came into the entrance hall. Allison reached out in an attempt to pick Luther up.

“Come on, Luther, get up.”

Diego came along to aid her. “Ah, you gotta cut down on that fast food, soldier.”

A figure came into view, Pinky, staring down at all of you before breaking the mechanism that kept the chandelier in place. Sending it plunging down below. Luther pushed both Allison and Diego out of the way. On instinct, you ran over and attempted conjuring a shield over Luther however, the burning sensation grew too much and you lost control of the shield. It quickly dissolved, allowing for the lights to continue crashing.

“Shit, Luther!” You shouted.

When you saw movement, you let out a breath of relief. Luther slowly stood up, letting the chandelier slide off his back and hit the floor. You were about to inch closer until you saw his jacket fall off along with his shirt revealing a shocking sight to you, Allison, Vanya, and Diego.

You thought back to your conversation with Luther before. The small patch of hair you saw on his arm. You had simply assumed he was just self-conscious about his body…but it was clearly more to it. When he realized you were all staring at him, there was a look of hurt and shame in his eyes.

“Holy shit.” Diego let out.

Luther said nothing and simply ran off upstairs to hide from the rest of you. When he was gone, Allison noticed Vanya standing there and approached her.

“Did you know?” Vanya quietly asked her.

Allison glanced towards the stairs before looking back at Vanya. “No.”

Diego said something about mom and headed upstairs. You moved towards your sisters and led them into the living room to heal their injuries. You started with Vanya first, the light hovering over her forehead as Allison sat across from y’all.

“Who were those people?” Vanya asked.

“No clue.” You answered. “But they mentioned just wanting the boy, so I’m gonna assume they’re after Five.”

Despite being healed, it didn’t get rid of the headache she had from being hit. Allison eyed Vanya.

“Are you sure you’re ok?”

Vanya only nodded as she leaned forward. Diego entered the room and started pacing through the room, causing a concerned look from all of you.

“Diego, you alright?”

He looked at Vanya and stopped pacing, throwing a disapproving look her way. “What are you still doing here?”

“I’m just trying to help.”

“No, you could’ve been killed. Or gotten any of us killed”

You cut in to defend Vanya. “But she didn’t! So maybe chill out on throwing your rage around?”

Diego rolled his eyes at your defense.

“It’s not a crime for her to be here!”

“Of course, you would defend her.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“You find any excuse to have issues with me or dad!”

“You’re upset that we were attacked but don’t take it out on Vanya! How was she--or any of us for that matter--supposed to plan for two gun-toting psychos to bust into the house?! Would it kill you to not blame everything on everyone else for a second?”

Diego didn’t respond to you, instead, he looked to Allison. “She’s a liability.” He stated in a low tone.

You and Vanya looked at Allison hoping for her to be on y’all of the discussion. “Allison?” Vanya called out softly.

Allison merely looked down like she was trying to find the right words. “I think what he’s trying to say is that this kind of stuff is dangerous.”

You rolled your eyes, Allison was basically agreeing but in that way where she tries to fill Vanya’s role as the peacekeeper…just horribly.

“You’re just…”

“Not like you.” Vanya cut her off.

When Allison didn’t respond, Vanya stood up to walk off and Allison attempted to chase after her.

“No, that’s not what I--. Vanya, wait.”

“Let her go.” Diego was seated as he offered ill advice to Allison. “It’s for the best.”

You scoffed. Just when you were having your epiphany, reality slapped you back in the face. This is exactly what you didn’t miss. When Vanya left the house, you spoke up once again.

“You know, for people that’s so damaged by the way our father treated us, you waste no time in treating Vanya the same way.”

Allison sighed. “Y/N it’s not like that.”

“Yes. It is exactly like that. Even at your big ass ages, y’all seem to still cling onto this desire to exclude her whenever you get the chance. It’s even more annoying when you do it, Allison.”

“What are you--”

“You try to play this perfect peacemaker of the family and you fail at it every time. You wanna know why? Because you actually don’t care about everyone getting a fair share. You don’t have a backbone when it comes to standing up to Luther or Diego. You really take your Number 3 status seriously and it shows.”

Allison was insulted. “It’s funny how you talk about standing up to anybody because I never saw you take a stand to anyone…ever. You had to hide behind Ben and when he was gone, you ran off like a scared child.”

“Scared or not, I still left at the right time. Who knows? I might’ve ended up like Dollar Tree John Wick over there or maybe you, who can’t handle life without rumoring someone to enjoy being around you.” You scoffed. “Makes me wonder how Patrick even fell in love with you.”

The last sentence really stung Allison, which is what you intended. As much of a bitch you knew it made you, you didn’t care as you headed towards the bedrooms. It was about time you left.

“Fuck this place.” You muttered.

#flourescent fic #ben hargreeves x you #ben hargreeves x reader #tua x reader

[oathofpromises]

[ META ] + oath (for any of your paladins!)

I haven't gotten to talk a lot about Mako, so I'll use her for this question. To start off, Mako is my OC that I created to be kind of like an ancestor to Stella. It's a huge part of why she holds a connection to the crystal tower in my own wol lore. Some might think it's silly to make up a character that only existed during the Allagan Empire period, but it was important as to why she felt such a connection to the Crystal Tower during the Crystal Tower raid storyline.

Mako has a strong resemblance to Stella being her ancestor; her path to Paladin wasn't a typical one either. She started off as being nothing more than a commoner, yet she was very close to T'sori, the prince, at the time, and who I decided was brother to Princess Salina. This is where it is slightly divergent from canon lore, which is fine because, honestly, sometimes we prefer to have things strictly for our own character lore. Anyway, Mako, being as close as she was to T'sori, decided to pursue the path of Paladin. At the time, the Emperor was searching for someone to be the prince's knight. Someone would be his chosen shield, so she trained from a young age until she reached 26 and eventually was sworn in as T'sori Paladin.

Her oath was to keep him safe from harm, no matter what, even if that meant she would end up getting hurt herself, and many times she had come back injured, keeping the prince shielded from anything that their enemies would toss their way. The sad thing about their background is how deeply they cared for each other, but Mako wasn't a princess or had any royal blood in her veins, so she was forbidden to pursue anything more with T'sori. However, the prince wasn't as willing to listen, so their love was one that was hidden behind closed doors. She couldn't hold his hand out in public and be intimate with him when others were around.

The hardest part for Mako was swearing the oath. She had to always keep him safe, but having such intense feelings for T'sori, she was forced to watch over him as the Emperor had the prince met with many princesses or women he considered worthy. Ultimately, we know little of how the Allagan Empire fell. Just what was revealed mostly in the game, so to expand on that, there is some lore where she does end up helping a wounded T'sori to the throne but has to watch as he slips away. His spirit remains inside the crystal tower but isn't discovered much later, and shortly after that, the Paladin faded away from her own injuries, but the tower was not done with her. The woman spirit too would remain right beside T'sori, waiting for the day the next heir to the throne or possessed the Allagan red eyes would open the tower once more.

I need to write more about Mako on here, but...in all, her oath as a Paladin was her entire life. Even more, before she even became a Paladin she had promised to keep T'sori safe. Be his shield—anything he needed. The whole story with them is something I am working on with @diademreigned since it’s related to their G’raha and our dynamic with those two. All I can say is that these two go through just as much as Stella and G’raha do.

#— ❛❛ // HEART OF A PRINCESS ¦ Answered Memes・ #— ❛❛ // MAKO ¦ My Everything has Always been yours my heart・ 「 Musings」 #ooc: I do need write more for her;; hopefully in the future finish writing a Drabble I started working on with her story

[reisimscorner]

After finishing the daily chores at the farm, Annora and Gregory headed out as well, although their destination was only the house next door where the Weaver family lived. Sela happened to be in the garden; and noticing the Hawthrone siblings arrival she immediately rushed to greet them, inviting them inside for a tea. Well, it was only Annora who followed Sela inside, Gregory went to look for Bernard because he wanted to learn more about blacksmithing from him. Annora couldn’t help but roll her eyes in a rather spectacular way – not that Gregory noticed. His mind was already on swords and shields and ingots.

Entering the Weaver's home, they've sat down at the dining table after Sela put some water on to heat for the tea. Without any more delay they started catching up on the events that happened recently in the village. They’ve joked around and made fun of people which made even boring or normal stories hilarious.

As there were no more gossips to discuss, the previously lighthearted atmosphere quickly became serious. Annora noticed how hurt Sela was feeling, even though she gave her best not to show it – even a blind person would have grasped the situation by now, but not Gregory. Of course not Gregory. He just wasn't interested at all in women or relationships. Only if we were talking about relationships with weapons.

“Sela, don’t beat yourself up too much because of my stupid brother. It’s not your fault he is narrow of mind and sight.” Annora tried to comfort her best friend who had a serious crush on her brother ever since they were children. But it didn’t matter how much she tried to get his attention, she’s just failed every single time.

“I know, but sometimes I cannot help but think that I’m not charming enough for his taste. He just never looks at me any other way than as a childhood friend or as the daughter of his teacher,” she shrugged her shoulders disheartened.

It was hard seeing Sela this way.

In the past, even Annora dropped some hints during her conversations with Gregory about Sela’s feelings or tried to figure out his romantic interests but to no avail. At this point she even doubted Gregory would comprehend the situation if Sela stood before him and confessed her feelings straight away. It was such a hopeless situation.

She was about to say something when suddenly Sela’s expression brightened, grabbing her hand excitedly.

“I know!” She exclaimed, leaving Annora totally dumbfounded. This behavior was not surprising at all. Sela tended to change her emotions as quickly as storms came – one moment she was totally heartbroken, in the next, life was already perfect and rainbows were everywhere. In any case, Annora was happy to see her friend returning to her usual self. Although, she somehow felt uneasy.

“What now?”

“All I need to do is to make him see me as a woman,” she stated proudly.

“Well, yeah. But sis, don’t know you that Greg would notice you sooner if you were like a pretty sword or something? Otherwise, it is an impossible challenge.” Annora didn’t want to disappoint her friend, but she also didn’t want to lie to her. She literary saw zero chance for this plan to succeed, even without knowing the exact details.

“No-no, I’m sure this plan will work. But I will need your help as well, Annora.”

She just sighed softly. When Sela put her mind into something, there was no stopping. Stubborn, that she was.

“Sure, I can help you, but please, spare me the sight of whatever you are planning. I do not want to see him kissing or whatever.” Annora even imitated her disgust which made Sela giggle. She knew she could count on her best friend, always. Even if she disagreed with her.

“Don’t fret, I only want you to help me create an opportunity, I will do the seducing. So, you remember that party we are planning to sneak in to, right?” Annora nodded. “How about you ask him to accompany us? You can come up with whatever lie you like; you can even say that you’ve heard from my father that there’s a rare mineral there or something like that. I’m sure he won’t need much convincing at that point,” Sela smiled knowingly.

“Rest assure, my dear friend. I know exactly what to do.”

“You’re the best, Annie, thank you.”

“Oh, I know that.”

The girls hugged each other as to seal their new shenanigan while the room was filled with the sounds of their excited and somehow ominous chuckles.

Meanwhile Bernard and Gregory talked about blacksmithing.

As Gregory fiddled with some materials at home alone, he found out that something was amiss with his technique and thanks to that, the end product didn't become sturdy. He also had some other questions to which he had to get answers immediately.

Thankfully Bernard was patiently explaining everything to him, but to correct his technique, he had to see what Gregory was doing exactly during the process.

So they've moved into the workshop, and Gregory had to create just a simple iron ingot. As Gregory started working hard on his task, Bernard kept a close eye on his technique and posture. It didn't take much time for him to find the error, and he corrected it immediately. After he was satisfied with Gregory's process, he gave him a few more task for practice.

"At the end of the day, I will come back to check the end products," Bernard said and with that, he left Gregory to his work.

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#the ultimate decades challenge #ts4 #ts4 historical #ultimate decades challenge #ts4 decades challenge #sims 4 #the sims 4 #ts4 story #ts4 legacy #hawthrone legacy #1300

[dragongutsixofficial]

Do you have any OCs or fandoms you never get to gush about? I know I do

Oh YES. I've gotta say the Hresvelg siblings absolutely ate up my mind and live in my head rent free 24/7. But there's definitely a ton of other OCs in that lil' old brain !

I could talk about how Bravely Default was my brainrot for half of my teenage years and was the video game series that got me into fanfictions, and how much fun I had with my OCs at the time- the members of the courageous Blue Roses' Legion, led by the amazing (and sorta reckless) Amelia S. Court !

And I will, but for now I'm actually going to focus on my newest OCs. Two of those characters I had created a few years back for an art project but I wanted to give them a makeover and a real story of their own, and one day i'll turn it into a webcomic ! >=D (gotta believe in yourself ya know)

As for a lot of stories with me, this is a story about siblings.

May I present to you: Keuse and Heilig ! =D

At the time our story starts, the fantasy world in which they live has just recovered from a bloody period of political upheavals which led to the overthrowing of the monarchy which governed the country for centuries beforehand. In its stead, a new government was installed: led by seven leaders each representing one of the pillars of the new society (some of these pillars are still to be figured out), it prides itself on being a government of the people, for the people. And to maintain order and authority, they have no qualms developing a really strong military power (in itself seen as one of the pillars).

Heilig and Keuse are among the kids who were drafted to train and become soldiers in this new army. Heilig is the older brother, and was already a preteen when they were drafted: he remembers life beforehand a lot better than his younger sister, Keuse. And as the older brother, he took the brunt of being raised as a child soldier: conscious of everything that could go wrong if he failed, and of the necessity to shield Keuse from the atrocities of this training as much as possible, he took it upon himself to give it everything he got. Over the years, he took on more and more responsibilities and lost everything to his job- including his eye and his happiness.

Keuse, meanwhile, saw her brother deteriorate and unvoluntarily became his unofficial caretaker, making sure he took care of his basic needs and grounding him in reality. When our story starts, and after seeing how this new life basically robbed Heilig of his own, she starts questioning the whole system. She is helped in this endeavor by the appearance of a strange hooded figure with a black-and-white mask who makes Heilig's life particularly hard: an enigmatic wanna-be leader trying to rally the population against the new regime: Didon.

What does Didon want and will Keuse cross the line ? Will the forces of the royal family resurface to claim back their thrones ? Who knows (I do and I will explain if asked xD)

#didon's a they/them btw >=3 #there's actually three more OCs i haven't talked about here in this let's hope future webcomic too ! >=D this is just an introduction

[cheemken]

all this talk about the champions, but what about diantha's own league? what about the kalos league, her elite four, her gym leaders? what do they think of their champion now?

God the Kalos League was absolutely devastated when they all saw the news of what happened in Galar. Fucking imagine all of em vibing and watching the tournament, cheering for Diantha, and everything happened oh so suddenly. Suddenly Diantha had that edge, suddenly Leon started attacking her, suddenly she called out Yveltal, suddenly they see her eyes full of cold fury that they never thought they'd see, suddenly she's there calling out the Galar League, calling out Chairman Rose, telling the entire world about the threats she and the other champions had gotten from the man himself if they so much as beat Leon. And suddenly... They all started attacking her.

They're all so conflicted, they don't know what to do. That's Diantha, their champion, their angel, their queen, the one who protected all of them at all costs, who made sure they were all safe, who gave them purpose, who welcomed them despite their backgrounds, who encouraged and inspired them with her work. Their Diantha... How... How could they do that to their Diantha?

But at the same time, they were lied to. Diantha had lied to them. About Flare, about Yveltal. An argument broke out between the League, when suddenly Gengar showed up, stopping the feud, and dropped two envelopes across the table each containing a letter, with Siebold seated at the head, always her right hand man in the League. And Gengar left, but not before prompting Siebold to read the letter. And read he did.

He read out loud, for everyone to hear. There were two, but Gengar had motioned to read the one from Chairman Rose first. It read of Rose threatening Diantha of death, not only her, but her brother and even the league as well. Every Elite Four member, every Gym Leader, was mentioned by name by Rose, saying how he'll make sure Diantha would watch them all die one by one and he'll kill her brother last, making sure that everyone she loves dies before her.

Everything became cold, some were gripping the edge of the table, some almost couldn't believe that someone could ever write that, and some almost didn't want to hear the rest of it. Even Malva was surprised to hear that Rose knew she meant enough for Diantha to even threaten her too.

And then Siebold read the other letter, the date was set... Yesterday? What? Unfolding it, it's written in Diantha's own hand writing. She wrote her apologies, wrote why she ever encouraged Lysandre to create Flare, why she wanted to create a more beautiful world, so everyone she ever loved, her brother, her league, her friends, wouldn't have to be hurt anymore, so they won't have to suffer anymore. She said she had to lie to keep them safe, so the plan would go perfectly, but Lysandre was incompetent, she said, and thus the plan failed. If it didn't, then all of this wouldn't have happened too, they could be living much peaceful lives, and people like Rose won't be w them in their new world.

The League still felt conflicted, they don't know if Dia's still lying in her letter or not, but it felt so genuine, it sounds so much like the Diantha they know, to put herself out as a shield to protect those she care about. The silence was dense, and suddenly Malva stood up, hands slamming the table, despite what happened during that night, Diantha cared enough to let her heal her Houndoom, and now Malva understood why Diantha didn't want her to come to Galar to broadcast the tournament, because of what Rose would do to her too. And here she thought Diantha hated her as well. So Malva looked at Siebold, and it surprised everyone, it's been such a while since they last saw Malva being so worked up by something.

"well, it's clear what we need to do, so what are we waiting for?" She raised a brow towards the rest of the Elite Four, questioning.

Siebold sighed, heavy and tired, then he nodded, looking at the rest. "I'm sure Diantha is here in Kalos right now. And this time we'll be there for her too. She gave us support when we needed it, it's time to return the favour."

Drasna then spoke, "right. Our dear Diantha is probably so scared right now too, we'll help Augustine in his search, and together we'll all help her."

"we'll split up, all the Gym Leaders you search within your respective zones, us Elite Four will search the entirety Kalos, we'll find her soon." Wikstrom added.

And the Gym Leaders all nodded, determined to help their Champion too, and they all left, back to their respective zones and cities and towns, telling the people of their own zones what they can do to help, and soon the people followed their lead. Everyone was prepared to defend their own Champion this time, and if she finally shows up, they'd welcome her with the same warmth she showed towards them. No more will their Queen fight these battles on her own.

If Galar wants another war, then Kalos won't be going down without a fight.

#is dia lying in her letter too? honestly probably not hahah #aww slowly but surely dia's becoming more genuine hahah #well she really is. she does care abt her league too #but again the way she shows that she cares is pretty fucked up #but hey least now she knows the people of kalos are on her side hahah #and now they know how fucked up the galar league is #will it be enough for diantha to show herself to the people of kalos again? #who knows hahah #maybe if augustine finally gives up and gives her xerneas #or if hed finally see hes wrong and hed join her #but yeah hahah #villain diantha au #an ask and an answer #anon