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deathmetalunicorn1 · 8 months

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Oh my goodness, welcome back! I just recently dives into Tumblr and find one of your posts of RoR and One Piece. Instantly, I got hooked! Can I request? A Sakura Haruno! Reader in joined the Ragnarok as a Human Fighter and shocked everyone with her strength and abilities. If you don't watched Naruto or Boruto, Sakura have superhuman strength by building chakra (or mana) in her fists or feet, she have vast knowledge on medical matters, 100 Healing Mark, a diamond shaped like mark on reader's forehead-which allows herto force a jutsu/technique/skills/spells into a state that can't be broken, as with regeneration, she able to summons slugs which able to heals others and herself... Just that because I think reader might get too overpower if I continues 😂

Anyway, how will the Gods Fighters(all romantic expect Zeus); Thor, Poseidon, Zeus, Odin, Beelzebub and Hades and the Human Fighters (romantic except for Adam); Lu Bu, Sasaki, Adam, Nikola, Raiden, Qin Shi Huang, and Jack, react to a reader so powerful that she can shatters the ground with one punch and have the ability to regenerate?

Hello my darling, I don’t know Naruto, that wasn’t one of the series I grew up with, but I can do this request based on your description of this character. I will do my best to write this for you. I hope you enjoy!

-Unlike the previous fighters for humanity who walked out, you didn’t look like a warrior, you were soft and delicate looking, pretty as well, which gained you quite a bit of attention.

-Brunnhilde didn’t look worried, which was concerning for the human fighters, many who were bandaged and recovering from their own fights (as it wasn’t a fight to the death- no death allowed!) while the gods looked amused, many nursing their own wounds.

-You didn’t look bothered as your opponent, a massive god of earth, came out, looking annoyed that his opponent was a little girl, in his eyes.

-You cracked your knuckles, realizing you were being underestimated again, something you hated, but seeing the shock on the faces of others was something you did enjoy as the god kneeled down, tapping his cheek, “Go ahead sweetheart- I’ll give you the first hit.”

-Brunnhilde sighed almost sadly, holding her cheek, “Oh my- this will be over quickly.” Her words stunned everyone as they all looked back out to the arena as you pulled back and instantly rocked him, sending him flying into the arena wall, causing it to crumple easily.

-Wide eyes and gaping mouths all turned to you as you were brushing your hands off like they were dusty before they went to your hips, a smile on your face.

-HOW WERE YOU SO STRONG?!?!

-The crowd was instantly in an uproar, demanding to know who you were, as many had never heard of you before, while others were laughing, seeing this ‘little girl’ handling business so easily!!

-When your opponent managed to drag himself out, he was furious as you had embarrassed him, holding large boulders from the crumpled wall.

-You moved so gracefully, dodging the thrown boulders, almost like you were dancing with him, but for a big guy, he moves pretty fast, as he managed to get behind you as you dodged and threw his own punch down at you.

-Your arms lifted in an X shape to block, the ground beneath you shattering but you stunned everyone again by remaining on your feet, your calves shaking lightly from the strain before you managed to throw him back.

-The match was very one-sided, with you easily picking up the win, but not before he managed to get a couple of good shots in, however you never looked phased.

-Jaws dropped as you lifted your left hand to your right arm, that he managed to grab and break, and began to heal it with ease- how were you doing this?!

-You emerged the victor and you only had to spend a few minutes in the infirmary, walking out completely fine before you heard running footsteps coming towards you.

-Wanted to know how you did everything in your match, how you were so strong, how you were able to heal yourself, your fighting techniques, and that strange energy that was surrounding you as you fought- he wanted to know everything! When he realized that he came on pretty strong, when you took a step back, he was quick to apologize to you. You could see his curiosity, and you offered him a warm smile, which surprised him before asking him to join you for tea, so the two of you could discuss everything, as you needed a bit of a break.

-Nikola, Beelzebub, Qin Shi Huang, and Kojiro

-You could tell by his stance that he was looking for a fight, wanting to test himself against you. He had never seen someone so strong before and he wanted to fight you. You greeted him with a warm smile, showing him that you were a nice person, radiating warmth, which didn’t match your earlier actions in your showcase of strength. You confused him a little, as his earlier drive was calming down, seeing that you weren’t a warrior like he was. You could see his disappointment which did make you giggle, as you knew what he wanted before you smiled again, “I need a snack before I fight again. You’re welcome to join me if you want to.” His eyes immediately lit up and was quick to come after you, wanting to know more about that strange healing skill you had, wanting to know how it worked, which you were happy to give.

-Lu Bu, Thor, Raiden, and Zeus

-Was glad that he caught you, as he wanted to make sure that you were alright, as you were a lady, despite being a warrior and easily winning your match, which you did find heartwarming. He was very kind to you, asking you questions as the two of you walked down the hallway to your own waiting room, where tea and snacks were prepared, as you needed to replenish your energy. He found you to be not only powerful, but very smart as well, as you were able to tell him the answers to his questions in great detail on how your healing skill worked, in a way that he was able to understand it.

-Adam and Jack

-Was stunned that a mortal was so powerful! When he was watching the fight he felt like he couldn’t believe it, from the first powerful hit to you using your healing abilities, they had no idea something like this existed in humanity! He approached you, wanting to know about the magic you had within you, as humans shouldn’t have magic or skills like you, as you were unnaturally strong. They were stunned to learn your strength came from years of training, honing your skills and your body, turning it into a weapon. When it came to the topic of your magic, you explained what it actually was, the flow of energy within all living creatures, and you harnessed it to speed up your cell regeneration (I tried my best describing this). He was curious, wanting to know more and asked you out for tea, which you smiled warmly at, agreeing. It was only then did he realize he basically asked you out on a date.

-Poseidon, Odin, and Hades

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror nikola tesla #ror beelzebub #ror qin shi huang #ror kojiro sasaki #ror lu bu #ror thor #ror raiden #ror zeus #ror adam #ror jack the ripper #ror poseidon #ror hades #ror odin

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mrprettywhenhecries · 5 months

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don't waste your time (on me) [g.t]

01. | Please, Deputy?

Gator Tillman ✘ Win Lewis (OC)

⇾ w.c. 1.6k words ⇾ warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, oral (m!receiving), face fucking, dubcon/coercion (somewhat, if you squint), pervy!gator, inexperienced virgin!gator ⇾ a/n: Gator's got me in a chokehold, so here we go and I've got plenty more ideas where this came from.

Win gets caught speeding. One more ticket and her license is suspended, and she can’t have that. When she offers to do anything to get out of getting a ticket, the good Deputy takes her up on her offer.

[ masterlist • win bio ]

“Shit shit shit,” Win hissed under her breath as blue and reds appeared in her rearview mirror. By the time she’d flown past the sheriff’s car parked at the corner, she knew it was too late. “Fuck!” she growled, smacking her hand on the steering wheel as she reluctantly slowed and pulled off the road. She’d already had three tickets in the past six months, with this one her license would be good as suspended.

Letting out a heavy sigh, she reached in her glove compartment for her registration and insurance card, waiting for the telltale crunch of boots on gravel, signaling the officer’s approach.

“Goin’ a little fast there, ey Lewis?”

Win winced at the familiar voice. Of course it had to be Gator Tillman.

“Deputy,” she greeted flatly, staring straight ahead, already holding out her license to him.

“How fast you think you were going there?” he repeated, plucking the card from her fingers, and Win shrugged noncommittally.

“Dunno, maybe sixty, sixty five,” she lied, knowing full well it was far more than that.

“Try close on eighty,” Gator snorted, turning his head and spitting on the ground before leaning against the side of her Chevelle with one arm. “I’m afraid I’m gunna need to see your registration and proof of insurance,” he prompted, not sounding very sorry at all. “Really?” Win sighed, finally turning to look at him. “C’mon, Gator, can’t you just let this one slide? Please? I can’t afford to lose my license,” she pleaded, her voice cracking.

“I dunno…” Gator mused, peering at her from under the bill of his Stark County Sheriff cap with those big brown eyes of his. “Seems like you haven’t learned your lesson yet, missy. I’m just doin’ my job, you know?” he drawled, his lips curling into a smirk.

“C’mon, Gator, don’t make me beg,” Win whined, scowling at the smug look on his face before taking a deep breath, hating how low she was about to stoop. “Isn’t there anything I can do to change your mind?” she asked pointedly, hoping this was an offer a little perv like him wouldn’t be able to pass up.

Gator wet his lips, the gears turning as he stared at her, her words sinking in.

“Anything?” he asked, a hopeful look flickering in his eyes. “Just for the record, what exactly are you offerin’, Winnie?”

Win rolled her eyes, ignoring the overly familiar nickname and the way it sounded on his lips. “Do I gotta spell it out for you, Deputy? I’ll suck your cock if you forget how fast I was goin',” she huffed impatiently.

“Really?” Gator yelped, hastily clearing his throat and straightening, adjusting his camo cargo pants against the growing bulge beneath the fabric. “I mean, alright, since you insisted,” he said, rubbing his nose and shrugging, trying not to appear too eager.

“You’re clean, right?” Win asked, looking him up and down doubtfully as she pushed her door open and stepped out onto the pavement.

“Whaddaya mean? I showered this mornin’,” he answered with a frown, lifting an arm and discreetly smelling himself.

Win rolled her eyes, stepping closer. “I mean, you don’t have any STI’s or anything like that, right?”

“Oh! Uh, no,” Gator exclaimed, nervously adjusting his ball cap, as if unsure what exactly to do with his gloved hands.

“You sure?” Win pressed, suspicious of the way he dodged her gaze.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” he muttered defensively. “I’ve never, uh–” his words trailed off as a dark flush rose up his neck.

“Never fucked anyone?” Win snorted and his expression darkened.

“You gunna suck my dick or not?” Gator snapped, palming himself impatiently.

Win glanced toward his cruiser. “Yeah, just– your dash cam’s not on, right? I don’t want footage of this floating around,” she murmured and Gator followed her gaze.

“It’s off,” he assured her, a little too quickly. “I swear,” he insisted when she looked doubtful. “C’mon, would I lie to you?” he asked, spreading his hands and offering her a lopsided grin that made her pulse quicken traitorously and heat rise to her face, her own body betraying her.

“Probably,” she muttered, but didn’t argue further, pushing him back against the side of her car and holding his gaze as she lowered herself to her knees before him.

“Oh fuck–” Gator breathed, his voice hoarse, and he quickly fumbled at his belt, easing his pants down enough to free his throbbing cock from his boxers.

When it sprung free, Win unconsciously licked her lips, admiring him discreetly, his mushroom head a pretty pink, pre cum already glistening at his slit. Closing her eyes, she wrapped a hand around his base, steadying herself as she opened her mouth, her tongue swiping a long slow stripe up the bottom of his length before swirling agilely around his pulsing head.

Gator let out a whimper that melted to a loud groan as his head fell back, resting against the top of the car behind him with a soft thunk, his mouth falling open. One of his hands slipped behind Win’s head, his gloved fingers tangling in her hair.

“Shit, your mouth feels so good,” he breathed, his hips bucking involuntarily as she swallowed more of him, gagging as he hit the back of her throat suddenly, her nose buried in his dark thatch of hair at his base.

“Sorry,” he grunted, fighting to still himself as Win’s head began to bob, picking up pace.

“Oh shitshitshit, goddamn baby, your mouth feels so good,” he repeated, Win’s saliva rolling down her chin and his balls. “God, you’re so good at this,” he hissed, his grip on her head tightening, hips jerking forward again.

Win breathed through her nose, humming in response, her body flushing hotly at his praise despite the disgust that followed. Opening her jaw wider, she gave in to letting him fuck her face, letting him use her for his pleasure.

The sounds he made were almost sinful and Win squeezed his thigh with her other hand, fighting not to touch herself to relieve the aching heat building between her own thighs and pooling in her panties.

“Shit, I’m close,” Gator whined breathlessly, his cock swelling in her throat. “Gunna cum all over your pretty mouth, Winnie. You’re such a good little slut for me,” he babbled, growing more confident as his thrusts turned sloppy.

Tears pricked the corners of Win’s eyes, catching in her lashes as her jaw began to ache and Gator hissed sharply as her teeth grazed him, but he was already cumming, shooting white ropes down her throat, flooding her mouth with his salty essence, a guttural string of curses leaving his lips as he emptied himself, his eyes practically rolling back in his head.

Finally stilling, his cock going soft, the Deputy fought to catch his breath, watching greedily as Win pulled back, some of his seed rolling down her chin and glistening on her pink lips.

“Wait—“ he said, grabbing her by the chin to hold her in place. “Open,” he instructed, wanting to see the mess he’d made and Win obeyed, opening her mouth for him before swallowing, her eyes flicking up to his.

“Good girl,” he murmured, releasing her, and Win quickly wiped her chin with the back of her hand before getting unsteadily to her feet, Gator tucking himself back into his boxers and zipping up his pants.

“Careful,” he said, reaching out to steady her and noticing the tears glistening in her lashes. “You okay?” he asked, suddenly worried he’d hurt her.

“Never better,” Win huffed, her voice dripping sarcasm, but she didn’t pull away from him, trying to ignore the heat pulsing between her legs and the intrusive thought that accompanied it—wondering how pretty Gator’d look between her thighs, those big brown eyes looking up at her eagerly as he made her cum on his mouth.

He probably wouldn’t even be able to find my clit, she reminded herself. So why was the idea of her helping him learn so appealing?

“You sure you’re good, Win? Your face is really red,” he pointed out. “Need me to escort you home, make sure you get there alright?”

Gator’s words pulled her from her thoughts and she cleared her throat, swallowing sorely.

“I’m sure,” she replied quickly and he finally released her arm. “Wouldn’t be in this predicament if not for you,” she muttered, though she found it strangely sweet of him to offer.

Gator nodded, adjusting his cap. “Right then, guess I’ll be seein’ ya,” he murmured. “Oh—your license,” he remembered, handing it back to her. “Night, Lewis,” he said, looping his thumbs in his belt as he ambled back to his cruiser.

“Yeah, night Deputy,” Win murmured, watching him walk away before shaking herself and pulling her car door open. She had to get home to take care of something, her panties practically soaked through, though the last thing she wanted was for Gator to know that, to know the effect he’d had on her.

“Oh, and take it easy on the road, ey? Would hate to have to pull you over again,” Gator called, a shit eating grin pulling at his lips.

Win rolled her eyes, sticking her hand out the window to flip him off before driving away.

Back in his cruiser, Gator watched her peel out, chuckling to himself before opening the laptop mounted to his console. Biting his lip, he checked the dash cam recording, heat flooding him afresh as he watched her get to her knees. Saving the video, he made a copy, backing it up on a thumb drive he slipped into his pocket before deleting the footage from record and pulling back out onto the road, his stomach growling loudly. After that, he really needed a snack.

⇾ taglist. @b1tchy3lf @heartbreak-sandwich

#gator tillman #gator tillman x oc #gator tillman fanfiction #fargo #fargo fx #fargo s5 #oc: win lewis #joz.fic #fic: don’t waste your time on me #otp: wingator

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tillthelandslide · 1 year

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You've Got Me Forever - Ross Macdonald One Shot

A/n: something I just whipped up in about 10 minutes because I woke from having dreams about this glorious man and just had to write one down. It's not been proof read so please don't hate me

Fluff, spelling and grammar mistakes

He stands by the door to his bedroom, resting against the frame, it's cold against his bare back but he doesn't falter, doesnt flinch. His eyes remain on her, sitting in just his Tshirt and a pair of panties, an acoustic guitar resting in her lap as she sits cross legged.

She fiddles with the strings for a second, completely unaware that he's been standing watching her the entire time. She begins strumming a familiar song, playing the chords effortlessly. He has to hold in a gasp as her voice then fills the room.

"So I heard, you found, somebody else" she sings. Ross' mouth falls open, shocked that the girl he had been spending months with now, was revealing something about her that he didn't know, something huge. She could sing and was amazing at it too.

"And at first, I thought, it was a lie" she was completely wrapped up in the music and he couldn't help but smile, heart beating twice as fast in his chest. They had spent every waking moment they could with each other for 6 months (going on dates on and off for two months before that mainly due to his busy schedule), she joined them on tour when she could (her own job making it pretty easy for her to do so), he spent every minute of his time off with her and their families and they quickly fell in love.

He had her in his life for 6 whole months and was yet to discover this about her. Every day he spent with her he learnt something new, something that made him want her more, something that made him realise she was his person.

"I took all my things, that make sounds, the rest I can do without" he remembers Matty saying to him once that some people have to really work on singing and some people just get it. She just got it. Her voice was effortless, her tone was beautiful, her voice never wavered or cracked, a small fact that let him knew she must have done this a lot. They had spoken about their mutual passion for music, she explained that she had been playing guitar since she could remember, but she failed to mention this.

"I don't want your body, But I hate to think about you with somebody else" she sings. She stops after that, fingers pausing on the strings.

"Can feel you staring you know" she says, eyes flicking up from the strings to the man in the doorway. He simply smiles at her and she smiles back.

"Darling..." Hjs next words fail him and she stares back, waiting for him to say something, anything.

"You never told me you could sing" he says, large frame coming to find her on the bed. She simply shrugs at his words, placing the guitar onto the floor lightly.

"You're amazing" he says, she moves herself so she's draped over him, legs either side of his thighs. His hands instinctively move to her hips, holding her in place. Her hands find his shoulders, the muscle contracting under her touch.

"I've been singing since I was 2" she says matter of factly.

"And you didn't feel like telling me that?" He chuckles. She shrugs again and it makes him chuckle, his hand finds her jaw pulling her towards him for a brief kiss.

"Singing... It... Frees me" she explains "But... I like to keep it to myself, it's my own little thing you know, people don't need to know that" she says and he nods along fo her words.

"I appreciate that... But baby a talent like yours can't just be hidden... Everyone needs to know how good you are" he says and she shakes his head at him.

"No they don't" she smiles at him "I don't tell anyone, I prefer it that way, I don't need to tell anyone it's like my secret, you're lucky I shared it with you" she laughs and his face falls, suddenly looking at her very seriously.

"Thank you" he says, if this was something she kept to herself, he was unbelievably thankful she allowed him to know.

"But I will... With some persuasion... Sing for you if you liked it so much... Just for you" she says and he smiles widely at her again.

"You must really like me" he jokes. She simply smears her lips to hers, playing with the hairs covering his chin, before pulling away.

"You're alright" she says making him laugh, flipping them easily as his hands encapture her waist, tickling her. Her giggles fill the room and soon he's laughing too, until eventually their stomachs hurt too much and they have to stop.

So he rests in-between her thighs, one of which has hooked over him, keeping him there. He holds himself up by his elbows as his right hand moves the hair from her eyes.

"I'm going to marry you one day" he says simply as she smiles at him.

"You better, otherwise I might have to kill you... Can't have you going on about how good of a singer your ex-girlfriend was" she says making him laugh above her.

"You'd want to marry me?" He asks. He had always struggled navigating relationships with his job, but with her it was never complicated, in fact it was one of the easiest things either of them had ever done. They just made it work and she was the most understanding person about his career. But he was ever the worrier and despite plenty of reassurance from her, he still doubted that she wanted him: all of him forever.

"If you'd have me, of course. Thought you knew that by now" she says, placing a gentle peck to his lips.

"You worry too much Macdonald" she says, pushing the hair from his eyes now. "I'm not going anywhere, no matter what we'll make it work" she says and he nods down at her.

"And one day you'll marry me. You promise?" He says making her chuckle.

"I promise" she seals it with a kiss.

He had found his person and he was so unbelievably lucky and ecstatic it was her. Someone who loved him fiercely, loved him for every part of him (even the parts he wasn't too fond of). Someone who seemed to not give a shit about rumours or tabloids because she trusted him and knew he was her person too. Someone who supported him through every adventure he had, had so far in the time they had known each other and someone who would go on to support through every other one.

"You've got me forever you know that right?" She asks and he nods.

"I love you" he says simply, pressing a firm kiss to her mouth.

"I love you more Ross Macdonald"

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stvrdrops · 1 year

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study date ? ☆ riri x fem!college!reader

who knew that someone spilling coffee on you could be such a good thing? especially when she’s super smart and super pretty.

warnings : some light cursing and mention of drugs !

word count : 1k+

note : this was my first time writing for riri and i thought this was such a cute little concept that i just had to write !!

visiting the cafe on callus was by far one of your least favorite things to do. you’d think because it was a coffee place that the atmosphere there would be welcoming and chill. well, you’d be absolutely mistaken.

at least fifty college kids strung up on study drugs or worrying about their finals or worrying about their finals are waiting in line for a latte that will probably be gulped down within a second. every plug within eyesight is being taken up by a computer charger or a phone charger. one time you saw a girl in there hook up a coffee mug warmer. not to mention, everyone in there loves to use the free wifi. which defeats the purpose because after everyone connects to it, it’s just as fast as the regular dorm wifi. maybe even worse!

however, you were here today standing in line with the exact kids who order their lattes and then gulp them down. you were supposed to be meeting a friend but she was late, like always. it had been a while since you’d even been in the cafe considering you often just travel the to the starbucks. the coffee there was way better, but the prices here you couldn’t pass upS the chocolate croissants were pretty good too you had to admit.

“what can i get for you?” the barista said to you with a wide smile and cheery voice.

“just a hot chocolate and chocolate croissant please.” you said while fumbling around in your purse to pull out your debit card.

“that’ll be 10.69”

not that bad.

“here you go.” you hand her the card and are filled with relief when the computer makes a ding noise. being a broke college student was not for the weak.

“can i have a name for the order?”

“yeah, it’s just y/n.” your hand reached out for the card and you stuffed it back into your purse. the baristas usually ask you how to spell that, but it didn’t matter cause they always got it wrong anyway.

you quickly exit out of the line without realizing how fast of a turn you did. the sudden feeling of hot coffee seeps through your brand new white sweatshirt that displayed your college so proudly in front of it. it had cost you seventy dollars. seventy dollars now wasted due to the stain that was bound to reside. who got full on black coffee anyway?

“hey!” you screamed as you attempted to wipe off the coffee with a napkin you found nearby.

“you should’ve watched where you were going!”

“you totally ruined my sweater!”

the mystery woman groaned, “i think my computer is a lot more valuable than your sweater. which, you almost knocked out my hands by the way.”

you finally lifted your eyes to see a girl you’ve seen on campus before. her name was familiar to you, riri or something. you heard she made money off of writing other people’s papers for them. most of those kids strung up on study drugs were usually the ones paying for her services. after all, they had the money to waste. you were surprised she was still on campus despite almost everyone knowing of her little business. how the dean didn’t catch on was beyond you.

“well, i only see one thing ruined here.”

“not true.” she spoke with her eyebrows furrowed, “you ruined my coffee.”

you hated the fact she was right.

“how much do i owe you?” you grit your teeth at the girl who was actually incredibly attractive. wait, what? sure she was cute with her eyebrows furrowed and just how angry she was about a coffee and a computer that she could easily rebuy, but was this the time to come to that realization?

“don’t worry about it.” riri lets her demeanor drop a little as she realizes just how bad your sweater looks. she had been admiring you in it from across the room just a few seconds prior. you had made it hard for her to refocus on the new code she was trying to implement for her new project. she kept having to hit backspace everytime she let her finger rest on a key for too long.

“what do i owe you for the sweater again?” she asked, which had caught you by surprise.

to be honest you could ask your momma for the money and she would gladly give it to her little angel. so in the end you didn’t want the money from riri.

“i guess it’s fine. i’ll just try to get it out.” you say as you attempt to walk away to the next window where the food pickup was located. after all this you better get your damn hot chocolate and croissant.

“no, wait!” riri grabs onto your sleeve causing you to turn around. “is there really nothing i can do? i kinda feel awful about how i reacted and how badly i ruined your sweater. i’m usually not a dickhead i promise.”

you thought for a second as she looked at you with pleading eyes.

“study date?” you asked her, while tilting your head. one of your curls in your bun fell in front of your face so effortlessly and riri felt her heart jump.

“what?”

“a study date. you can help me prepare for this exam i have coming up in my engineering class. i heard your smart, and i also heard your time is expensive. probably worth a lot more than my sweater but—“

“i’d love to!” she says, quickly realizing how fast she said it, “i mean, yeah sure it’s not a problem. if it helps then i’m glad to go on a study date with you.”

“cool. here’s my number.” you quickly grabbed a pen from your purse and wrote it down on a clean napkin. they were coming in very helpful today. riri had been internally freaking out the whole time as you handed it to her. your hand even brushed against hers for a second and she felt the computer in her other hand wobble.

“i’ll text you.” she says with a wide smile on her face, something most people never saw due to her hard exterior.

“i hope so.” you smile back to her, forgetting for a second that your sweater was even ruined.

“order for y/n?” a man calls from the pickup counter. you turn your head in the direction of him and raise your hand a bit. you give a wave to riri before going to pick up the croissant and hot chocolate at the counter.

maybe the cafe wasn’t so bad after all.

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#stvrdrops #riri williams #riri x reader #riri/reader #riri x you #riri/you #mcu #wlw #mcu riri #fanfic #fanfiction

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zaceouiswriting · 2 years

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Art of Seduction: Jeremy Gilbert

Character: Jeremy Gilbert x male reader

Universe: Vampire Dairies

Warnings: Smut, kinky

To get late to a new school year, in a fresh school where you just moved to, is not a really good look. And I hate t when I don’t get a good first impression off. As my parents always said: „The first impression is the most important. Everything that happens in your life good or bad, is decided when you first meet a person!“.

As annoying as these tips were, they had a point. At least sometimes.

Even though I wasn’t in school the first day, someone still found out about me and invited me to a party in a forest.

Not even a second after I got there, the first people already were around me, asking all sorts of questions. Many drunken girls, already pushing themselves against me, grinding against my body. With a soft smile, I always carefully get them off me. I was not in the mood, for shit like this. Just after that, ‘Bros’ came over to me talking loudly. Obviously drunk, but I came there with that knowledge already.

Listening and sometimes, even engaging in their conversations. They were obviously pleasantly surprised at my viewpoints. With already made friends, I excused myself to walk around the party. Getting people, engaging some lesser idiotic looking people into more conversations. Until I saw him.

A cute boy, shorter than me, in all black, with short spiky brown hair and eyes to match that. He was leaning against a tree, smoking something. The moment I could smell it, I was a bit pissed, that a guy, younger than myself does this.

Without a care in the world, I walked over to him. Coming up from behind, I snatched it out of his hand, throwing it on the floor and stomping on it. He was so perplexed questioning if what just happened, really did happen. All the while I looked down at him, smugly smiling. „Hey little guy, you know that this shit is not good for you, right?“

My smugly asked question let him roll his eyes. „The shit is not cheap, you asshole,“ he whined as a child would do. In his clouded mind, he maybe was one at the moment.

„I might be an asshole,“ I told him, just to get closer to him, near his ear, „But I will stop you doing it again, every time I see it.“ Able to feel him shudder, under my warmth and deep husky voice, bringing chills all over his body, bringing a shiver all over it.

„Shouldn't you run behind some short skirts or so?“ He tried painfully to sound though and smarter than he was. I did not answer his question, keeping him in my spell, with my arm leaning against the tree, just beside his head. Suggest to him, that he was trapped, even though he was free to go the other way. But he didn’t, together with his roaming eyes, I knew that I had guessed right.

But before I could flirt with the cute little guy a bit more, a scream could be heard. Something needed help. A dude found something or better the rest of someone, just so breathing. „Stay here, I check that out!“, I ordered the unknown little guy. As fast as possible, I ran up to the guy, seeing a girl on the floor, almost dead, I checked her pulse. There, but too weak to have much hope. A broken arm, but nothing else seemed to be hurt. „Can you carry her?“, I asked the dude. He was drunk, but confidently nodded

Just as he was getting her up, the little guy came running, screaming the girl's name, at least I assumed it was her name. Before he could get in full view of her, I stood up, and grabbed him, pulling him into me. „Didn’t I tell you to wait?“

„Fuck off, you are not my dad and I don’t even know you!“ He tried vehemently to get out of my grip. But I just turned him around, my bigger hand above his eyes. Pulling him away from the scene.

„What are you doing with my little brother?“, a girl asked m screaming, as I still pulled the little dude from the gruesome scene. „Protecting him, from something he shouldn’t be seeing. I do the thing, you should do, but you were too preoccupied eye fucking this dude over there.“ I pointed at the guy, she just had spoken to. Am embarrassed blush rolled over her cheeks. Softly I turned the little guy around again, carefully pushing him to his sister. „Hold him here. I don’t want someone so young, to see something’s horrible.“

As I heard the words rolling over my tongue I already hated myself. I sounded so old, but it was true, I hadn’t wanted to see something similar either. It lets someone age quickly.

Finally, as the dude got the girl off of the floor, he ran up to me. Still trying to hold her sight away from the little dude, I stood right in front of him. Leading the other guy to my car. On my way, I got a good sniff of the dude, the little guy’s sister wanted so badly to get into her bed. A disgusting smell of iron and something sweet.

At the moment my only mission was, to save that girl’s life. And it was fruitful. I brought her to the hospital gave my statements and left her with the dude who had found her.

The next days were rather hard for the people in school. I on the other hand had no problems. Going on with my day as if nothing had happened. Only to see the little dude more and more often, trying to use drugs, to let his hurt vanish. Every time I came from somewhere he couldn't see me and stopped it after his first try of it or before he was finished. He got annoyed but did not interact with me further. That was until I saw the dude, that had found the hurt girl, picking on him. „Hey Tyler, how about you fuck off and try this shirt with someone in your league?“, I asked him, towering over him. „Chill dude, little Gilbert here and I are just playing.“

„It doesn’t look like that,“ I told him, just to get right into his face, „If I see you ever again messing with him, I will push your head into a toilet and flush until you understand, to only mess with people in your league, understood?“

He puffed out his chest, in a pathetic attempt to let him look tougher, „My father is the mayor and-“ Before he was able to end his rant, he lay on the floor, with a hurting jawline.

Not even a second, anyone could’ve thought that you really did it. All the time was a smile on your face as if you had a pleasant conversation with Tyler until he was on the floor. Even as you turned back to the little guy, the same soft, pleasant smile was formed on your lips. „Gilbert? You are Elena's brother?“

„Yes, you met her already in the forest.“

„Right.“

„Don’t tell me you ran after her too?“ He almost sounded disappointed as he said it. „You look like the type of guy that would run after some short skirts.“ Again with these accusations I really could not handle that but decided to have a bit of fun with it.

My smile transformed into a smug smirk again. „Oh I’m running after someone, but not with a skirt on sadly. But I think it would good look on that special someone,“ after telling him that, I let it hang in the air for a moment before getting closer again, „Which size are you? Maybe I can find a nice fitting skirt, so your perfectly perky ass could be shown off? It would make me even wilder for you than I’m already.“

„What?“ These questions should be punishable, preferable with a paddle or whip. But the innocence in his voice almost let me forgive him instantly.

„Don’t act so innocent, little Gilbert. You are just like your sister, wishing for a strong tall guy, to make you feel safe, and maybe dick you down better than any other one. I can’t talk for Stephan, but I would give you everything you need. Even an alternative to your try to get addicted to marijuana, I’m sure I can help you at least with that and my dick would be happy to help too.“

I left him utterly flabbergasted at his locker. Tyler laying to his feet and I know that my words and smirk, were deep in his mind, questioning everything about himself.

Just as I hoped it was a turning point. Jeremy became friendlier even though he did not stop trying to smoke, but I had my eyes keener on him, stopping him most of the time before it happens. And he seemed gradually more thankful for it.

It even came to the point, that we almost were together at all times of the day. That was until he told me, why he used the drug, to get his nerves down. „After school, come to my car. I will take you home today.“ Intentionally letting it sound, as it did as if I wanted to fuck him because I wanted to. But only if he was up for it too. My sudden invitation also had another reason. One he would find out soon enough.

As I had asked him to, he waited at my car, nervously tapping his feet. The warm late summer breeze, destroyed any try of his, to have a real haircut. It was all over the place, but in my opinion, it let him look even cuter than before. I could feel my heartbeat rising and my hands getting sweaty. Hating how he made me feel, without him really knowing it.

Wordlessly, I got into the car, waiting for him to do the same. The entire ride was quiet. Only once had he spoken up, to make fun of my music taste.

The way to my home wasn’t that far, but Jeremy was impressed anyway. Just ignoring him a bit, but still making sure he was behind me, I got to the front door, and opened it. „Clara? Jerry?“, I called out. „Why are you calling your parents by their first names?“ Jeremy tried to inquire but I just hushed him with a finger over his beautiful sinful lips. Perfect to suck on certain things, I was sure about that.

The moment Clara came, she brightened up a thousand times. „Is this him?“, she asked, trying to be quiet about it, but I was sure Jermey had heard it, especially feeling his stare on my back.

Just after I told her, yes that he was the person I had spoken about, she pulled him into the house, hugging the life force out of him. It did not take much longer until Jerry also came into the foyer. His hand on my shoulder, „Is that him?“ The same question, but only this time as Clara wanted to do it. I shortly looked at him, it was still hurtful to look the man in the face, but I nodded with a happy smile. The hand that had laid on my shoulder, softly slapped my cheek, so I would look at the man. „Good job, he looks like a nice young man.“ His compliment meant so much, to me and he would maybe never know how much in reality.

„Clara, Jerry, this is Jeremy. Yes, I know the name is a bit weird, but that is not the point here guys!“, I told them already seeing their amused looks. „And Jeremy, that is my aunt Clara and my uncle Jerry.“

Thankfully he had kept all his questions at bay until we could free ourselves and came into my room. „So you talk about me?“, h teasingly asked.

„God why did she have to tell that?“, I groaned at the thought of the little guy teasing me all the time about it.“ „Don’t worry, it's cute, but I didn't think that would be the case, you do not seem like the kind of guy that had such a relationship with other people.“

Confused I turned to him. „What type of guy do you think I am I’m a sucker for family.“

„Like the type that invites random guys or girls into his house to fuck them and never call them again.“

„Yeah, I did these things a while, but not anymore.“

I could see that he did not believe me, but he stayed silent. More pressing questions on his heart, „Why are you living with your uncle and aunt?“

The atmosphere instantly changed in the room. The sadness and anger coming off of me took even Jeremy by surprise. „They died six months ago. A group of intruders, killed them, after doing horrendous things to my mother, letting my father and me watch. After they killed her, my father got free, so I could run away. Instead, I got to our weapons, got a handgun and rifle, and killed all five guys. It was an act of self-defense but I couldn’t protect my parents.“

Jeremy’s hand was instantly on me, trying to help mend my pain. I only could give him a weak smile. „My father's name was Jeremiah, that was the reason, why your name is so stupid, it fits too good between my uncle's and father's name. They were twins, that is why I can’t look my uncle in the face. He looks just like him, still.“

We just stood there for a while. Jeremy even came to me, engulfing me in a hug, at least as much as his small arms could reach. It felt nice and thanks to my efforts, he even smelled good. Keeping him away from drugs, was the best decision I had ever made.

„Are you willing to sleep with me out of pity, or do I need to tell you about my own try to drown my pain in drugs and my near death five months ago at an overdose?“

„God, you are insufferable. I would not sleep with anyone out of pity!“

„Then maybe, because you like me? I know I like you and well, you already jerked me off once, so you know I thought we could get further.“

I already had begun kissing his throat at this point, his moans always made me go crazy. „I thought we would never speak about this ever again!“, he desperately wanted to stop my actions, but instead he pulled me closer.

With a smirk, I let go of him, and he commented with a low unsatisfied groan. I quickly got to my closet getting a box out of it. „Open it, it’s for you!“, I told him.

Suspiciously he looked at me and then down at the boy, slowly opening it. As he saw what was in it, his face became crimson red and the entire room felt like a desert. „Are you serious?“

„You always told me I was hunting short skirts. If you would wear it, you would be right.“ I couldn't contain my shit-eating grin, as he took the skirt out, holding it in front of him. „Only wear it if you want me to fuck you senseless, because this thing, would make me go crazy if it’s on you!“

Without a second thought, he already opened his pants, which took me by surprise. „What are you doing?“, I asked him confused.

„I will wear it for you.“

For a moment I thought I misheard him, but he actually pulled his pants down, took his shoes and socks off, and stepped into the skirt. It was perfect for him. My eyes hadn’t misread his size.

Immediately I took off his black jacket and black shirt, leaving him only in the skirt. But I vanished back into my closet, getting something else out. One of my jerseys almost was a dress for Jeremy.

As he was dressed in the skirt and my jersey, I took a step back, admiring the beauty in front of me. Ashamed he looked to the floor. „Jeremy, eyes up to mine!“, I ordered him. And like a good boy, he did that. Hopeful eyes looking into mine.

„Come here!“

As he stood in front of me, I immediately grabbed him by his butt, slowly drifting under the skirt and ripping his underwear off of him. „You will have no need for that when you are with me.“ I threw the ripped-apart underwear away, pulling him even closer. „God, you look so good in these things. I hope you are ready!“

With no further warning, I took his legs, pulling them around me, just so he had to close his arms around my neck. „Are you still a virgin?“ Even though I could see that he did not like that question, he nodded. „God my cock, will me be the only one you will ever take, understood? Be a good boy and nod.“ And he did. „Good because you are a virgin and I actually want you to keep it, I will be gentle the first time, but after that, I will take what I want, are you okay with that?“ He again nodded his head.

Happy with him being happy about it, I finally broke the only thing that separated us. I pressed my lips onto his. Breaking both our bodies in euphoria. Fireworks exploded, in my stomach, as I finally felt his mouth from its inside with tongue, dominating him completely.

Turning us both around, I slowly let him fall onto the bed, admiring Jeremy’s beauty again, before getting his skirt a bit up. „Nice cock, just sad that it would never see any action. But your ass on the other hand, damn that’s a beauty I will love to ravage you every day, until you never need to touch drugs again, because you will be addicted, sucking me dry and riding my cock wherever we are.“

My dirty talking, made his sizable dick grow stone hard. But I did not give it any mind. Already have his legs on my shoulders, nose deep in his hole. As if he had known that would happen, he clearly had cleaned himself out.

„Dirty little whore, did you hope to finally get my dick? So clean and even smelling so nice?“

He did only answer in moans. Knowing that he anticipated something like that, I became more wild, opening him up with my tongue, to make him a bit slippery so I could break into him with my thumb, slowly opening his extremely tight hole. Followed by sticking my entire middle finger into him. Out of pure luck, finding his sweet spot with it. As he squirmed under me, I fell in love with his body even more.

Instead of making obnoxiously loud sounds his body just reacted to it. Half an hour did I use to make sure, I would not rip anything open in him, with my big dick. But before I would get into him, I straddled him, showing my cock to him, close up. „Suck it like a good boy.“

The moment my tip vanished between his perfectly formed lips, I knew that I was right. His lips and mouth were perfect for sucking cock. Obviously, he wasn’t able to get all of me in him. But I would train that later. For now, I had to finally breach him, making him mine.

As I put him directly on my cushions, putting his ass higher with a pillow. I teased his now wide-open hole with my tip. „Tell me you are mine and go on a date with me after I absolutely destroyed your hole!“

„I do whatever you want, just finally fuck me, you fucking asshole!“, he cursed at me.

Getting down to him, until our noses touched each other, I looked into his dark brown eyes, while I finally sank myself into him. Not stopping until I was buried balls deep into him. „Fuck! I did not think, you were so relaxed that I could get in completely in one thrust.“ My voice was low and husky, completely taken aback, by what just happened. Jeremy on the other hand, laid there, with his mouth formed in an ‘O’ shape obviously just like me not thinking it was that easy for me. I did not even have to use, lube.

But I took my cock out of him, to put some of it on his whole and my dick anyway. Just to not hurt him any more than I most likely already did. As I buried myself in him again, just as easy, I finally heard his first high-pitched moan. „Fuck!“, I moaned in return, already feeling my massive dick, in his high hole, spasm. If I had moved I knew that I would have come at that exact moment. Instead, I waited in him, kissing him, putting his legs in the right position, to fuck him hard and fast. Letting him forget everything, especially time.

It did not even take two minutes before I violently came in him. Falling onto him, with the texture of my jersey now rubbing my hands slightly. But my dick did not get flaccid. Painfully hard I kept in him, until I had enough energy again, to fuck him again and again.

And no point, not even after my body was utterly sweaty did I get rid of any clothing. Clearly liking, the roles between us, Jeremy became louder, showing me, how much he loved this. Just for me to get even more aggressive, in the end, using him more as a fleshlight than anything else. Laying down on my back, him still in his skirt and Jersey jumping on my cock, completely limp.

As finally came the last time. Jeremy was exhausted. His body was just as sweaty as mine. His skirt and my jersey were full of his cum. He fell onto me, immediately falling asleep. I was just able to get the skirt off of him, hiding it under my pillow, before I fell asleep myself, with Jeremy in my arms, where he belonged. I maybe could not bring his parents back, just as he couldn’t do the same for me, but we both could help each other heal. If that means, being together and my fucking him senseless, I’m gladly doing both of it. Loving and lusting after him.

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5/13

Sickness

Michael Langdon x Reader

Just another step and that would be it. You just needed to stay strong for a little longer. She betrayed you, now you knew so much. And as much as you wanted to cry, you couldn't just do that. If you are gonna cry, you would lose every strength in you that you had in getting to him. To Michael.

You met normally. If you can call these circumstances normal. Him trying to be the first male Supreme, you following your Supreme on the trip to see the Wonder Boy. You didn't like him at first. He reminded you too much of Madison Overconfident, beautiful, used to not hearing 'no' as an answer. And as much as you loved her, you hated her. This went for Michael as well.

You didn't know why he took a liking to you. You were normal, ordinary witch. Zoe was more beneficial for him, as she was close to Cordelia, and he was trying to get the Supreme to like him. Madison was beautiful... But he pestered you, every morning showing up to your room with his ideal 'good morning'. With his golden locks and blue eyes of an angel. You knew too much of a deceiving image, so you didn't believe it. Only a bit.

That bit lead you to spending your breakfast not with your coven now, but with him. Talking about how he managed to grow up in using his magic and learn about it so fast. He always told you he was just Boy Wonder who wanted to change the magic society, while you called him show-off.

He was interested in your abilities. As he claimed, he had never seen anyone like you. Witches could move objects and create a lot of things, they were powerful in a variety of spells. You weren't the strongest in practical magic, yet you could see. Whether it was by the tarot readings or just visions or dreams, you could see. Even in day-to-day life your sensitivity was higher than normal.

"Why are you always looking behind me when we talk?" Michael squinted a bit, looking at you curiously. You both were sitting in a library, you - getting acquainted with the books here in Hawthorne, he - keeping you company.

"You know why I don't think you are Wonder Boy?" You asked instead, flipping the pages of some book on rituals. They were different than the ones in your Academy and that was a lot more interesting for you than any fight for power warlocks and witches were going through. "Wonder Boys don't have dark demonic aura around them and a shadow of something powerful and dark behind their back that hides and makes it hard to find it." You looked at him. Michael didn't change his pose or expression. Only his eyes became more wary, and if you weren't looking at him attentively - you wouldn't see it.

"You know a lot of Wonder boys?" He sounded nonchalantly, but you knew better than this. Langdon could appear mysterious and hot, like Madison thought he was. But after some talk he was as simple to read as the book before you. And you knew what he meant behind those words, not just simple question, oh no.

"If you want me to tell you that you are unique - I won't do that." You scoffed and closed the book, taking the one from him as well. Michael immediately eased up and smiled. It was almost strange how he always caught the wind of your mood and could understand you without words.

You should have told Cordelia about your discovery. You should have warned the others that this boy wasn't just powerful warlock, but something much more scary. But you didn't. He didn't do anything and wasn't showing any signs of going to do something dangerous. So you just... Put your trust in him and continued to discuss magic with him or giving him some music to listen.

Your first kiss was like your friendship. Sudden and quick. He asked you to show him one spell that wasn't taught in the Hawthorne. It was simple, yet tricky. You were sitting in you temporary room, too close to each other, candles around you, as you quietly and calmly explained the order of actions for the spell. And you just were pulled to each other at the moment.

Confident in normal life and magic, Michael was strangely romantic and unsure in his private life. Flowers - yes. Kisses - hell, yes, they were hot. But he wasn't exactly brave to go down straight to business. Maybe that was why he didn't choose Madison from the start... You didn't mind. You could wait just fine.

"If anything is to happen..." He started, cuddling with you on his bed. You smacked his shoulder.

"There is nothing that can happen! You are stronger than some of the witches I know. You will pass some of these tests quick."

"And some don't, the witch, who refused to pass the 7 Wonders along with me." He remembered, and you sighed. Cordelua tried to put you against him, making it a competition, but you were too realistic for that, you weren't gonna win this. "I will do just fine. But if anything..." He gave you a little paper, that you took without any questions, knowing better than that. "The only person I care about besides you lives there. Warn her for me, alright?"

"You gonna do just fine." You said to him, knowing fully well that wonders were too hard and only real Supreme could handle them. He smiled and kissed you on the forehead.

"Finally you believe in my strengths... I know I'll do fine. But you can never be too careful." He quietly said, hugging you tighter. You giggled and coughed a bit. "You have been coughing for several days already. You sure you are alright?"

"Just a flu, geez." You rolled your eyes, both amused and pleased that he was worried for you.

And here you were, slowly walking on the streets, clutching your sides. You learned this address by heart, burning the paper right after that. Your coven was too wary of Michael, so you didn't trust them with giving you enough personal space considering you both were close. For now couple of words and a number of the house was your only hope for the salvation.

"What do you mean a spell?" Your health, that was progressively growing worse, finally got you to ask Cordelia for help. But what you got in return was more shocking.

"I mean a spell." Cordelia sighed. "Y/N, we care too much for you. You are our sister. And you protect the ones you care about. Michael is no good. I know you, of all people, can see that. He may have blinded you with words of love, kind smile, beautiful looks. But all of this - is a lie."

"What did you do?" You were too tensed up for her lecture, but tried to stay calm. She smiled sympathetically and stepped closer to you, but you backed away.

"I did what I have to do. From the moment I put a spell on you - every time you visit him, think of him, talk to him - you are gonna get more and more sick. If you are not gonna stop yourself from your relationship with him, I will do it for you."

"You swore to protect me!" You almost screamed, but another fit of hard cough shook your body and you bent over. Cordelia tried to pull you into the hug, but you pushed her away. "Don't touch me! You betrayed me, you are trying to kill me!"

"I am trying to help you!" Cordelia answered as determined as you were. "Michael is the one poisoning you. I am just trying to help you get rid of your thoughts about him."

"You better kill me." She knew you wouldn't step down from your opinion. You were too stubborn and after trying a taste of freedom, you weren't going to obey her blindly.

"Then I am going to mourn you after all is done" The witch answered, her voice was cold, even if it was forced. She didn't want to lose you, you knew her pain, you could feel it. But her stupid opinion on that and her decision were more important than you or anything you had to say.

As soon as you found out the truth, you went out. At first you were just walking around, but with every thought of the situation and wondering about what should you do next, you felt more pain in your chest. It was unfair. Madison made a lot of bad things, but she was one of the favourites. Zoe could have her zombie-friend. And you fell for the boy who could open up new horizons for the magic world and you got shamed. Was that scare of losing her place? No, Cordelia wasn't childish. But that was too extreme to call logical decision.

You refused to believe Michael could do something bad. He had darkness in himself, more than in anyone you ever saw. But it was hardly the reason for the hate towards him. The possibility of him doing something terrible was only rising because of some bullying, distrust from the witches, lies and pain. But not because of the witch near him.

You stumbled, too lost in your thoughts, and fell to the ground, nearly stopping yourself with hands. You shut your eyes closed and coughed. It was strong, stronger than you. At this point you weren't sure if that wasn't the curse. When the coughing fit ended, you noticed blood on the pavement. Shit, it really got stronger.

But you were close now you could see the house. There was no point in going back. What for? To die amongst the coven that doomed you? No, you had to get to him. You had to tell him the truth. You could just give in to that, but maybe... Maybe he could do his wonders... Slowly you raised to your feet again and went forward.

The last steps to the porch of the house Michael told you about were the hardest ones. You slowly stumbled to the door and pounded as hard as you could, at the same moment leaning tiredly on the wall. There were hushed steps (or was it your imagination?) and some muttering about late guests (that you were sure you heard). Some middle-aged, but still good-looking woman opened the door and critically looked you up and down.

"I don't have money or meds." She almost closed the door, but you put your hand on it, trying to stop it.

"No, wait... I am... Michael. Is he here?" You groaned, feeling weaker after only saying his name. "I am Y/N, he... Told me about this place and... I need... His help... Please..." Frown on her face was the last thing you saw before the world faded to darkness.

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"No, I have it under control." His voice sounded muffled, like it was coming from underwater. Or was it you who were underwater? Your head was throbbing with pain, making it hard to understand what really was going on.

"I just want to be sure that you know what you are doing, Michael. The goal is too important for you to risk it all for some girl." This woman's voice sounded for you not so painful. But it still was muffled. You groaned and slowly opened your eyes. Your vision was blurred and as soon as you opened your mouth, you coughed again. So hard, that it hurt your chest and stomach, making you hunch from the pain. Immediately there was a cold palm on your forehead and shoulder.

"Y/N? It's me, Michael. Can you hear me?" He helped you turn on the side, so it would be easier for you to let all the cough out. You tasted the metal in your mouth and cursed quietly.

"Yes... I can. Are you alright?"

"You can't stop amaze me, witch. You are the one that want to spit your lungs on my carpet and yet you ask me if I am alright?" He sounded worried, but you smiled weakly at poor joke, looking at his almost light form.

"It's Cordelia, so I don't know if you are touched by it or not." You could sense his confusion.

"What?"

"I'm sick... Because of her. She put some spell on me to get me progressively... More sick and hurt. The more I think or talk or... Touch you, the more..."

"Quicker you are dying." He ended in a shocked whisper. "And she dares to say she is a caring Supreme... Bitch." Michael spat out and even in your state you could see his aura getting darker.

"I just... Wanted to see you. Before, you know..." You grabbed his arm, clutching it. Michael leaned closer to you, kissing your temple.

"No, you won't die. I won't let you." He said sternly, almost confident in his words. You scoffed and coughed immediately after that. Michael tightened his grasp on your arm to the point it hurt. "I will bring you back if anything, you know I can!"

"Soul will be sick and broken too..." You answered quietly. Every second of you being near him made you weaker, but you weren't gonna tell him to let you go.

"I know my ways. Trust me. You are always gonna be beside me. And they are gonna pay for what they've done." Michael promised. You almost didn't see him, vision was too foggy. But you sensed his cold hand over your heart, as you fell into another dark sleep, and some darkness and lightness engulfed you.

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highwaytothedangerzone502 · 10 months

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Foxtrot Alpha Alpha - Chapter 11

Pairing: Hangman x Female OC

Word Count: 3687

Warnings: Drunk driving, underage drinking, death, car wreck, grief, implied depression, swearing

Summary: Hangman learned his lesson a long time ago to never show his true feelings when someone's words or actions hurt him. To do so showed weakness that could be exploited, and Seresin men couldn't show weakness. Of course, there was an exception to every rule, and Jake's always came in the form of women, three in particular: his mom, Juliette Kazansky, and the girl whose name he could no longer bring himself to speak. She was the girl that got away; she was his biggest 'what if' and his biggest regret; she would forever be the ghost that haunted his dreams. Jake believed that's where she'd stay, for he would surely never see her again after what he did.

Or so he thought.

Notes: This is the sequel to India Lima Yankee; I'm using the same callsign for the Female OC as in Ghost Story because I just really like it, but they are different characters; chapters in italics are flashbacks.

Chapter Songs: Highway Don't Care People Need People

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Hangman

The sun had set long ago behind the horizon, but the bright moonlight and the massive bonfire in the middle of the field provided plenty of light for Jake to see his football buddies. They were celebrating the last night they'd all be together. Most of them had been drinking, mainly beer, although some had brought harder stuff, like tequila and vodka. Jake refrained from the libations. He would do nothing to risk his career with the Navy, no matter how much his friends pressured him into trying a sip.

Annalise hadn't been able to make it as she was returning from a trip to New Orleans, where she'd gone on a family vacation.

Jake watched as his friends drank and drank, getting rowdier by the hour. He only wished Mike, who had driven him there, had stayed sober too. Otherwise, it would be a long walk home. He could always call his mom, but he hated to wake her up. Not to mention, his dad would be furious if Jake woke him from his beauty sleep.

The night hit two a.m. before Mike finally decided to call it quits. He staggered over to Jake, fumbling for his keys and slurring, "Less go."

"Uh, why don't I drive, man? You're drunk as a skunk," Jake replied, reaching for the keys. Mike pulled them out of his grasp.

"Hell no. No one drives Bridget. Only me."

"Then I'm not getting in the car with you."

"How the hell you gonna get home? By walkin'?"

"Better than in a body bag," Jake retorted. "Come on, Mike. It's a straight shot down the road to your house, and it's max, three miles. No one's on the roads. I can drive Bridget no problem."

"N. Oooooo. Thas spells nooooo," Mike replied indignantly. "You ain't drivin' my fuckin' truck."

"Then I'm not getting a fucking ride with you. I value my life."

"Fine. Walk home, dickwad."

Jake flipped him off and started the four-mile trek home. He grimaced at the sound of thunder rumbling in the distance, followed by the flashing of menacing lightning. That storm appeared to be rolling in fast if the breeze caressing his skin was anything to go by. Jake wouldn't beat it before he reached home, even if he jogged the entire way there. Maybe he should call his mom...

Reluctantly, Jake pulled out his cell phone and texted Natalie Seresin, asking her to pick him up and praying her insomniac ways held true tonight and that she was up. Thankfully, her response was almost immediate: Of course I can. Where are you?

Giving her instructions on how to reach him, Jake breathed a sigh of relief as he leaned against a tree and waited for her. His senses remained keenly aware of every noise and sight around him. Jake was armed with two pocket knives, a trick Annalise had convinced him would possibly save him if anyone ever attacked. She claimed if the attacker disarmed him with the first knife, the last thing they'd expect is for Jake to whip out a second one. She'd said it so confidently that he believed her logic, whether it was true or not.

Hardly ten minutes later, headlights appeared in the distance, and his mom soon pulled over, allowing him to hop in. Jake settled into the seat and said, "Thank you, Mom. I'm sorry you had to come pick me up. Mike was drinking, and I didn't feel comfortable getting in the car with him."

"You made a good call, sweetie. Never apologize for asking me to pick you up, especially under those circumstances. Did you at least have fun until then?"

Jake shrugged, rolling his window down to get some fresh air. His mom did the same while he said, "Yeah, it wasn't bad. Would've been more fun if Annalise had been there, but she got back from her trip today and wasn't up to it."

"Honey, when are you going to ask her out? You two are practically inseparable. Even when you're not together, you're texting each other and-"

"Moooom," Jake groaned, sliding down into the seat. "We're just-"

"Friends? Jake Glen Seresin, do you really expect me to believe that? Especially with the heart-eyes you give her-"

"Who taught you the term heart-eyes?"

"Your girlfriend," Natalie Seresin chuckled, squinting at the brights of a car coming from the opposite direction.

"She's not my girlfriend!"

"Keep telling yourself- SHIT!"

It happened so fast that Jake had no time to comprehend the situation or its outcomes. The oncoming truck drunkenly swerved into their lane. Natalie had nowhere to go. The vehicle hit theirs, flipping them over the guard rail and into the river below. Jake instinctively covered his head with his arms, only unraveling them after the jarring impact of the truck hitting the water. Dazed, he glanced around, trying to grasp the situation. The cold water spilling into his lap shocked him back to his senses. The bright moonlight illuminated the inside of the sinking vehicle, including his unconscious mother, slumped over the steering wheel with a dark substance covering the side of her face. Jake swiftly unbuckled himself and tried to do the same, but the mechanism wouldn't work. Panicked, he whipped out his knife and furiously cut through the tough material until the strap severed. By now, the water was at their chins and rapidly covering their faces. By the time he maneuvered himself and his mom out of the window, both they and the truck were completely submerged.

"Give her to me!" A man shouted frantically when Jake surfaced. He noticed blue and red lights on the bridge and put two and two together. He handed his mom to the cop and followed him to the embankment. Sirens in the distance could be heard speeding toward them, and within seconds, an ambulance, fire truck, and more cop cars arrived. EMTs swiftly loaded Natalie Seresin onto a gurney, and Jake insisted he go with them, declaring he was fine. Whether that was true or not, he didn't know, but he knew one thing: his mom wasn't.

"Mom? Mom, can you hear me?" Jake begged, grabbing her hand while the EMTs tried to stabilize her. A cop car followed, and when they arrived at the hospital, a policeman halted Jake to get a statement of what had happened.

"My mom, she- she picked me up from a party, and the truck, it-it swerved into our lane and hit us- is my mom going to be all right?" Jake asked worriedly, running a hand through his hair anxiously. "Oh, God..."

"Easy, son. Why don't you take a seat?" The policeman said gently, placing a guiding hand on Jake's shoulder and leading him to a chair. Jake collapsed into it. "Do you have someone you'd like to call?"

"My dad and brothers. They'll-" Jake's heart constricted in fear. His dad would be irate over the situation. The truck might've been at fault, but the accident never would've happened if Jake hadn't called his mom to pick him up. This was his fault, and he dreaded the consequences. Still, he had to tell him.

"Why don't I call them for you? Do you have a phone number?" the cop requested, almost like he could read Jake's train of thought.

"Yes, sir." He rattled off the number, and the cop went to make the call. Jake braced his elbow on his knees and buried his face in his hands, terrified for his mom's wellbeing. If he lost her...

Jake could've sworn only seconds passed before he heard his dad and brothers hollering his name. He glanced up in a daze to see them running up to him. His dad grabbed ahold of his shoulders and demanded, "What the hell happened?"

Jake stammered out the story, terrified by the craze in his dad's eyes. Thankfully, before Michael Seresin could berate him, the cop approached along with a doctor. The men straightened up, impatiently awaiting the news. His mother was in critical condition, but they could visit her two at a time. Michael immediately moved first, but Jake remained seated, knowing he was the last person his dad wanted to go with him.

"You go with Dad," Matt told Nick, sitting beside Jake. "I'll wait here with him."

No one argued. Jake slumped in the chair and stared at the ceiling, blinking back tears. Matt cleared his throat and said, "How you holdin' up?"

Jake didn't respond, not entirely trusting his voice. Matt recognized this and continued. "You were always closest to Mom. Whatever happened, whatever Dad says, I know it's not your fault."

"It is, though," Jake whispered shakily. "I asked her to pick me up. If I'd just sucked it up and walked home, this wouldn't have happened."

"In the middle of the night during a torrential thunderstorm?" Matt glanced out a window nearby when lightning flashed. A thunderclap soon followed, shaking the building. "It would've been dangerous, and Mom would be sick with worry."

"But she'd be safe."

"Jake-"

"You boys want to see her?" Michael asked, uncharacteristically pale and quiet. Matt and Jake nodded, standing up and heading to Natalie's room. Matt entered first, but Jake hung back, wondering if he really wanted to see what he'd done to his mom, to see what shape he'd put her in. How could he have done this? How could he have been so selfish as to ask her for help when he put himself in the position he had?

But what if this was his last chance to see her? What if Natalie didn't make it through this? The more he played the crash and rescue over in his head, the more Jake realized the dark substance he'd seen on her face had been blood. The memory made him nauseous.

With lead feet, Jake moved forward, determined to see his mom despite the guilt threatening to drown him. He'd barely crossed over the threshold when the heart monitor flatlined. Jake distantly heard himself yelling for his mom, rushing toward her only to be blocked by Matt, who practically carried his brother out of the room while nurses and doctors swarmed Natalie Seresin to resuscitate her.

For what felt like hours, Jake watched the medical team try and revive his mom, but at 5:02 a.m., the doctor pronounced her dead. Jake collapsed in a chair, sobs wracking his body. A nurse tried to console him, but her kind words were lost. He'd lost his best friend, the only person in his family who Jake truly believed loved and cared for him. Now, she was gone, and he was on his own. Jake would never see her heartwarming smile or hear her contagious laugh; he would never get to talk to her when he had exciting news or needed to vent; he would never get his mom's comforting hugs or hear her screaming at his football matches.

His mom was gone.

How long he sat there with Matt and Nick, Jake couldn't tell, but he followed their cues, getting up when they did and walking out of the hospital after their dad. However, when they stepped outside and turned to the parking lot, Michael Seresin stopped short and glowered at Jake. "What the hell are you doing?"

"W-what?" Jake stammered, blinking in confusion.

"You think I want you coming home with us after what you've just caused?" Michael demanded, his temper and voice rising. "You got your mother killed!"

Matt stepped forward, holding his hands up placatingly. "Dad, come on, the police said it was a drunk-"

"Shut up!" Michael roared, effectively silencing his eldest son. Turning back to Jake, he pointed an accusatory finger at him and snarled, "I don't want you in my sight right now. I'll tell you when and if you can come home. Do you understand me?"

Jake could only nod, hopelessness now crashing into him alongside the grief. Matt hung back, conflicted between staying with Jake or going to the car with his dad and Nick. Jake noticed and, in a surprisingly steady voice, said, "Go."

"Jake, you shouldn't be alo-"

"Go!" Jake snapped, pointing his finger at the rapidly disappearing Michael and Nick. "Just go. I want nothing to do with any of you."

Matt hesitated once more, reluctantly nodded, then went after the other Seresin men, but he repeatedly looked over his shoulder at Jake, who waited until his family was out of sight before collapsing onto a bench outside the hospital.

There, in front of God and the moon, he quietly wept over losing his mom, wishing the universe had taken him instead of her. It would've been better for everyone that way. His mom would've been devastated for a while, but she would've moved on. After all, she would've had two other sons to take care of. Jake was almost certain his dad wouldn't have cared at all if it had been Jake who died. Even Annalise probably wouldn't care. It didn't matter that he was her closest friend and vice versa. She never wanted to get close to him in the first place.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. Jake ignored it the first time. He ignored it the second time, too, figuring it was Matt trying to call him. But when the person called a third time, he finally answered, "Hello?"

A familiar, worried voice answered, "Jake? Are you okay?"

"Annie?" he croaked. Hearing her caught him off guard. Of all people at this time of day, she was one of the last people he expected to hear from. "What- how did you- are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine, but someone texted me saying I needed to call you because your mom just died. Jake, what happened? Are you okay?"

"No. I'm not," he whispered. The story spilled from his lips in between waves of crying. Annalise patiently listened, letting him get through it and stammer out the story. When he finished, he could hear muffled tears on the other end.

"Oh, God, Jake, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. Are you home or still at the hospital?"

"I'm still at the hospital. Dad, he, uh, he said I wasn't welcome home after what I caused."

"You're there alone?!"

"Yeah..."

"Stay there, don't move. I'm coming over. Do you want me to stay on the phone while I drive there?"

"No, no, it's okay. You don't-"

Annalise interrupted him. "You shouldn't be alone right now. I'm coming to take care of you since your dad and brothers won't. Now, do you want me to stay on the phone while I drive there?"

"No. Focus on the road," Jake said, the urge to cry threatening to overwhelm him again, although this time, out of gratefulness for Annalise. What had he done to deserve her? What had Jake been thinking earlier about how she wouldn't care? Of course she would care if he died. That had been his grief talking. He realized that now.

"Okay. If I can't find you when I get there, I'll call you. I'll be there soon. Love you forever."

"Love you always."

Jake hung up and leaned against the wall, staring blankly at the torrential downpour with only the building's overhang to prevent him from getting soaked. The wind caused a chill in the air that would send most people scurrying for a jacket, but Jake hardly felt it. Lightning crackled menacingly above him and struck the ground nearby, but he disregarded the danger it posed, figuring Mother Nature couldn't hurt him near as much as the loss of his mom.

An SUV soon parked in front of the doors, and Annalise hopped out of the car. Jake met her gaze. Seeing her concern, seeing her standing there at the hospital just for him, broke him. The numbness disappeared, and Jake rushed to greet her, sobbing into Annalise's shoulder as she cradled his head and hugged him as tightly.

"I don't know where to go," Jake croaked out when the tears finally abated. He pulled away and wiped them off his face. Annalise was the only person Jake felt comfortable crying in front of. He knew she wouldn't judge him for it. "Dad doesn't want me home right now, if ever, and I don't know what to do because we head to college in a couple weeks, and I need to pack, but now I have to attend Mom's funeral, and-"

"Jake-" Annalise interrupted calmly, garnering his attention. He was shocked to see tear stains on her cheeks. "I think the best thing for you right now is for you to come to my house and get out of this storm. Rest first, and then we can figure out what to do from there, okay?"

"We?"

"You didn't think I would let you go through this all alone, did you? What do we always say?"

"I love you forever."

"Exactly. And I love you always." Annalise smiled softly. "I've got your six. Come on. Let's get home."

The friends slid into the SUV and headed home in the torrential downpour. Jake kept his eyes downcast, unable to look at the road ahead. He'd tried initially, but when panic built in his chest when a car passed them from the opposite direction, he decided against doing that for the rest of the trip. Annalise must've noticed because she reached over and took his hand. As much as he wanted both hands on the wheel, Jake also found comfort in her touch, so he allowed it.

When they arrived at the Blackwood household, the pair shuffled in. Charlie and Jackie were seated at the bar eating breakfast. Jake temporarily wondered where Mr. Blackwood was but figured he was on another business trip. The two women turned around at the sound of the garage door shutting and immediately jumped from their seats at the sight of Annalise and Jake. To his surprise, Charlie went to him first and, without a word, pulled him into a motherly hug. He sank into it. She wasn't his mom, but in this moment, she was the closest thing to one.

"I'm so sorry, sweetie," Charlie whispered. "Whatever you need, we're here for you."

"Thank you, ma'am," he mumbled sincerely, unable to gather the strength to speak any louder. Now that the adrenaline and chaos had subsided, exhaustion swept over Jake.

Charlie pulled away and gently grasped his shoulders. "Why don't you take a shower, and I'll get some spare clothes for you to change into?"

"I can crash in these-"

"Honey, it's not good for you to stay in those clothes any longer."

"Yes, ma'am..."

Mrs. Blackwood smiled sympathetically. "It's always Charlie to you. Get going. You can use our guest room. I'll drop the clothes on your bed."

Jake nodded, thanked her once more, then ambled to his destination. Almost robotically, he shut the bathroom door behind him, stripped his clothes, and stepped into the shower the second he turned it on. The water had yet to warm up, so it felt like small pellets of hail striking his skin for a few seconds, but Jake ignored it, the shock of today still inhibiting most of his senses. He went through the motions of washing his hair and body, turning off the water, drying off, and wrapping the towel around his waist. He peered into the bedroom, saw the door to it shut, and a clean set of clothes lying on the bed. Jake changed into them and folded his dirty suit, placing it on the chair. As he did, he noticed the red stain on the collar of his shirt. Knowing he hadn't been injured or cut in the crash, the only logical conclusion he could form was that it came from his mom when he dragged her out of the wreck.

The accident replayed suddenly in his mind, and Jake collapsed onto the bed, burying his face in his hands while he quietly sobbed. A few moments later, the mattress sank in beside him. He looked up to find Annalise; she had tears in her eyes, but her voice was steady when she said, "I, uh, I brought you some tea. Chamomile. It's supposed to help calm anxiety. I figured after the night you've had..."

Jake reached for the mug on his nightstand, staring at the amber liquid. "Thank you. For everything."

"I'm glad I was able to be there. I'll let you get some rest. I just wanted to drop this off and check on you one more time."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Who told you what happened? Where I was?"

"I don't know. They called me until I picked up. When I finally did, they hung up. But I saw a text from the same number giving me a brief sitrep and your location. I called you right after."

"What's the number?" Jake asked, frowning. Annalise pulled out her phone and rattled it off, and surprisingly, Jake recognized it. "That's Matt's number. He didn't want to leave me, but I yelled at him to..."

"I'll let him know you're here and safe. I'm sure he's worried." Annalise put her phone back into her pocket. "I'll leave you alone-"

"No, no. I don't- could you stay for a bit?"

"Of course," Annalise replied without hesitation. She crawled to the other side of the bed and leaned against the headboard. Jake sidled next to her, his arm brushing hers. "Do you want the TV on or no?"

"You can watch it; I don't mind."

Annalise nodded and turned it on. She flipped through the channels until she landed on Hallmark. Jake watched it with her in silence. Slowly, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, he started sliding down unintentionally under the covers, and his head lolled onto Annalise's shoulder. Once that happened, Jake was out like a light. The last thing he remembered was feeling the weight of his friend's head resting atop his and thinking how she was the only rock in his life now. Without her, God only knows what would happen to him.

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rose-lizzzy · 9 months

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Sausage swooped into the Undergrove, unsure about what he was doing.

"Shrub?" He calls out suspiciously.

He hears rustling from inside her house. "Oh! Sausage! What a great surprise! What's up?" She asks, answering the door.

Sausage stares at her intensely. She seemed...brighter, given what had happened the day before.

"Can I ..come in?" He asks, and the gnome nods.

"Yeah! Of course! Come sit!" She leads him into her couches, lounging across one while Sausage sits stiffly in the other. "So what'd you wanna talk about?" She asks cheerfully.

Sausage takes a deep breath before letting it out.

"Why is Gem afraid of you?"

Shrubs expression freezes. She stares at Sausage, completely dumbfounded.

"what? S...sausage...gems corrupted. She's not afraid of me." She laughs it off. "She obviously hates anyone who isn't on Xornoths side."

Sausage shakes his head. "No. Not like that. Fwhip may be too distracted to see it, but I do. I've known both of them since we were little. Gem....Gems scared of you, Shrub. And I...I want to know why. What did you do to her?" He asks

Shrub stares at him, eyes wide. "I don't...why? Why would she be scared of me?"

"She'd be scared of you if you did something to her." He claims.

The gnome shakes her head. "No. I didn't do a thing."

Sausage stands, a bit of anger starting to build. "No. I saw the rage when Fwhip defended you. I saw the flash of panic when you attacked her. You did something, Shrub. And I want to know what. Are you the reason she's corrupted?"

Shrub fights the urge to attack him, eyes flashing red for a split second.

"You are!" He advances towards her, and she pulls out her axe nervously, but Sausage was too fast. "Shrub, I was corrupted too. You know that, obviously. I could feel the bluffing."

She glares up at him, backing up until she hit a corner.

Sausage towers over her. "What did you do to her?"

Shrub pings to Gem for help immediately or else, and in the next few seconds the wizard had teleported into her house.

"That's enough, Sausage." She commands, glaring at them both, but Sausage could tell where the anger was directed.

"Gem, what did she do to you?!" He demands, hurrying over to her.

The wizard just stares at him. "That. Is enough. Shrub did nothing to me." She claims, deadpanned, voice dull.

Sausage rolls his eyes and gives her a 'really' look. "I don't believe that. For one second."

Gem prepares a spell. "So be it."

He prepares his sword. "Why do you listen to her? She tortured you! She...turned you into this!"

The wizard doesn't respond, simply pointing her corrupted staff at him.

"Gem, I get it, you're scared of her! But we can help you. Just let us help you. You, me, Pearl, Fwhip. Like old times."

Gem releases a large fireball at him, which earns her a "hey! Watch my house!" From Shrub.

"You don't know anything." Gem growls. "Fwhip is besties with her now." She turns to glare at Shrub. "And I can't escape this. You don't. Understand. I'm not going back. I can't...go back...." She glances in the direction of Shrubs underground tunnel subconsciously, causing Sausage to turn as well, booking it out of her house into the tunnel, Gem following.

Gem fires at him before he could reach the secret room. "Get away from this place." She growls.

Sausage just stares at her. "...She really tortured you down here...didn't she...."

The wizards eyes flicker to the wall that she spent a month behind, before she swings her staff at him. "....."

He catches her swing, pushing her back. "..Gem."

He prepared to break the wall, but Gem screamed.

"NO! Don't. You. Dare."

He turns, and sees her in tears, her whole body was shaking, but she still held her staff aimed at him.

"...Gem......"

Gem fell to her knees shaking. "I'm not ...going back...I can't...don't make me...go back..."

She didn't...sound the same as she had since returning. She sounded...fragile... vulnerable.

"Gem....I'm not going to put you anywhere near her. Or whatever is behind that wall. Just let me help you." He reaches to take her arm but she smacks him back.

"NO! She'll take me back....or he will....I can't go back..I can't....I can't."

Sausage stares at her, before falling to his knees next to her and wraps his arms around her.

She leans on him, shaking, for a few minutes, before regaining her composure.

"I can't...let you leave freely....knowing about...her."

Sausage frowns at her. "Gem ....but she-"

"I can't have you telling anyone........ especially Fwhip."

He can hear more of their Gem in her voice, but he doesn't mention it.

Her eyes glow red, and she chants something under her breath before it fades.

"What-"

"You're not allowed to tell anyone. About this. No writing it, no drawing it. No one. Can know."

Sausage nods. "...Alright. Gem, we'll save you from her."

Gem glares at him. "...get out. Don't come back here. You don't want to know what's behind that wall."

Sausage shivers, nods, and takes off, leaving Gem in tears, falling back on her knees.

"Wow, you couldn't last a minute." Shrub scoffs, and Gems eyes snap up to her.

"What?" The gnome puts her hands up. "It's true. You're weak. No wonder your brother believed me immediately."

Gem growls. "Don't you dare." She swings her staff at Shrub, only to get sliced in the stomach by Shrubs axe.

Panic immediately settles in. Suddenly, she was back in the room, darkness surrounding her, nothing but pain. The maddening darkness.....taunting her...screaming at her.

"...finish it ....please ..finish me....end it...finish up already..." She mumbles, waiting for this torture session to end so she could go back to the silent, psychotic blackness.

Shrub laughs maniacally. "Such a shell of who you were. Pathetic." She stomps her foot down hard on Gems arm, hearing a snap as the wizard let out a yelp.

"Remember who's in charge, wizard. " Shrub demands, and Gem nods meekly. "Now go before I toss you back into that room."

Her eyes widen in panic and she pulls her broken arm to her chest, taking off on her wings. She had to get out of there. She couldn't be anywhere near this horrid place.

Shrub laughs and laughs. "That wizard is so pathetic now. A wimpy puppet, terrified of her masters."

#shrubnoth au: the wizards tale #empires smp #shubble #shrub berry #empires shrub #xornoth #geminitay

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that-green-haired-swordsman · 1 year

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Tashigi knows that he has to be near just because of his immense presence, that strange, yet frightening aura of bloodlust that surrounds him, radiates from him and his cursed, devilish blades. She takes a look around, her regiment patiently waiting for her next order.

„You wait here“, she then says, „I’m inspecting the room across the hall and then I’ll be back.“

„But captain-chan-"

„That’s an order“, she barks. She can’t have them around, it’s far too dangerous.

She walks towards the entrance of what she suspects has to be some kind of storage room through the huge hallway that is immensely destroyed due to the heavy battles between the Straw Hat pirates, the Blackbeard pirates and the marines. Once, this palace made of stone had to have been a breathtaking sight, with its huge heavy red curtains, the marble statues, the astonishing tapestry, the spectacular big oil paintings in golden frames. Once the home of a king, now a battlefield, its glory stolen and replaced with blood and screaming and corpses.

She reaches the demolished room and there he stands, right in the middle, with his bare back to her, his bandana on his head, each hand holding a sword, and she knows that he knows that she’s here. A stream of blood runs down on the floor from Enma, and she knows how much the meitou sword loves the thrill of battle, just like its wielder. Tashigi tries not to take a closer look at the body that lies lifeless in front of him.

He turns around to her then, and she flinches a bit as she sees his dark, intimidating expression.

„Late to the party, aren’t you, glasses?“ he greets her, and gives her a lopsided grin.

„I had business to finish. What’s it to you even, Roronoa?“ She hates how he manages to rile her up each time he makes fun of her, but she can’t free herself of his allure she can’t even understand, as nothing about him seems to be even close to appeal at all. Yet she approaches him, slowly, he’s like a magnet, and she’s as fascinated as she’s afraid of him. She notices the slash wound on his abdomen, but she decides not to address it.

Zoro watches her while he slowly sheathes his swords. He’s not going to fight her, he knows it wouldn’t be anything else than a waste of time anyway. „You shouldn’t be here“, he then says, almost tender, although the didn’t intend to sound like that.

„That’s not your decision to make. Besides“, she adds, coming to a halt in front of him, „it’s my job to arrest pirates.“

„Captured any so far?“ Again that snooty grin. She could kick him for it.

„You-"

„That’s a no, right? Why don’t you start with me, then?“

„I have better things to do than teaching an arrogant guy like you a lesson.“

„I bet you do.“

Neither of them is willing to break their intense gaze, to back off. She starts to forget about anything else, is engulfed by his presence entirely, and she still fails to understand how he does it. He’s one of the strongest persons she’s ever met, but that’s not the reason. That they run into each other every once in a while doesn’t exactly help. Except for this time, when she ran into him. Maybe because he saved her on Punk Hazard - twice - although he didn’t have to. Maybe that was the start of it all.

„My men are going to be here any minute“, she then announces. „I told them I’d be right back, and if I’m not going to return soon, they’ll come to look after me.“

Zoro says nothing.

„You shouldn’t be here, not me“ she whispers, and as if being under a spell, she gently places her hands on each side of his naked torso, time flies by too fast each time, and when he finally lets down all of his walls, just for the shortest moment, she puts her lips on his, and she tries hard to not letting herself getting carried away by the sensation of his strong arms around her back and waist and how he pulls her close, they know they’re running out of time, just as always, and as usual he’s the one to break the kiss, and he pushes her away gently, and she hates when that happens.

„Run“, he tells her, already turning around.

„Where will I see you again?“, she shouts after him, as he’s about to escape.

„I dunno.“

„And when?“

„I dunno.“

She watches him run off through a hole in the wall, sighs and fights away the sadness that starts to build up within her, she knows they’re meant to be this way until the world ends and even further, and she leaves the room as well to return to her unit.

„Have you seen anything of interest, captain-chan?“ one of her men asks her.

„No“, Tashigi lies, and she guides her regiment in the direction opposite of Zoro, with his blood on her white uniform, the only keepsake of him she owns.

#zotash #roronoa zoro #tashigi #zoro x tashigi

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Camp Camp tickle Headcanons

Ok… There seriously need to be more Camp Camp Tickle fics and/or hcs

🎨Dolph🎨

Lee🎨

🎨He’s not ticklish whatsoever!

🎨David tried this on him at one point, but it didn’t work out how he hoped it would

🎨Dolph is just way too serious for that whole “child play”.

🎨David would see an opening, and tickle him when he least expects it.

🎨Wether he’s painting a really cool art peice, or he’s just doing other things

🎨Davey won’t stop until he finds a weak point on the camp’s artist.

🎨He was ticklish at one point in age, but quickly grew out of it when he was tickled a lot

🎨His parents kept tickling him

🎨24/7!!!!!

🎨Honestly, free my boy!!!! He doesn’t deserve any of this

🎨Scratch that, he most certainly does

Ler🎨

🎨You better be prepared to run, if he’s in a ler mood

🎨Which he gets those daily

🎨Sometimes, you wish there was medicine for that type of stuff

🎨But the only medicine that will cure the mood is people’s laughter

🎨And laugh they do when he’s in control

🎨He may be short, but he’s got a mind like a gazelle…or cheetah…

🎨Either one, he knows how to stalk his prey

🎨By hiding in the bushes, and pouncing on the other campers when they least expect it

🎨Or subtly throwing in pokes and squeezes to his target’s sides, indicating that they should run and fast.

🎨Boi, those are his warnings for you, and don’t underestimate him either.

🎨A lot of campers misjudge his ability to tickle people, in which they fall into the hands of his tickly wrath.

🎨Mostly Harrison, that boy is so oblivious!!!

🎨Making him Dolph’s best target out of everyone.

🎨It’s a good thing he’s an artist so he can use his paintbrushes and pencils and writing utensils, whatever he uses, to use that against the oh so sensitive lee.

🎨He would occasionally tickle Max, if Max let’s his gaurd down, and near Dolph? That’s like saying I’m gonna discover a cure for Cancer

🎨It’s never gonna happen!

🎨Ever!

🃏Harrison🃏

Lee🃏

🃏Boy, is this guy ticklish or what?!

🃏He absolutely hates it when Nerris tickles him, or anyone to be of fact.

🃏She’s just so snarky and teasy

🃏it doesn’t help his situation since he’s way more ticklish than her

🃏I’d like to think they’re platonically dating, just because they have so much hate relationship

🃏Reminds me of an enemy to lovers trope

🃏Anyways… back to what I was talking about

🃏Nerris and Harrison get’s into tickle fights all the time, so much, it’s not a shocker that he keeps losing

🃏You’d think he loses on purpose, but that’s not what’s happening here, Nerris is just so much less ticklish than him, she has the upper hand.

🃏And god, does Harrison hate it so much?

🃏She always has this smirk on him, and says “Imagine being this ticklish.”

🃏She even claims she put a tickle spell on him, saying, “I cast the evil tickle spell on you, Harrison! Now you’re just as ticklish as you were before, hahahah!”

🃏And Harrison just laughs and pleads, “THATHAHAHHAT’S NOT RHEHEHEHEHAL, NERRIS!! STAHHAHAP!!”

🃏”Stop what? The casting, or the tickling.” Nerris knows, she just wants to be a tease to him.

🃏That snarky b***h

🃏Harrison’s words, I love my girl Nerristhecute!

🃏Death spot: His ears. It reminds me of that one “What’s behind your ear?” trick

🃏He’s also really oblivious when it comes to Dolph’s tickle torture

🃏Dolph squeezed his side one day, but all Harrison did was glare at him, and told him not to do that again.

🃏Of course Dolph didn’t listen, it was Dolph for fuck sake.

🃏Everyone who was sitting beside or in front of Harrison and Dolph, knew that he should’ve ran away as fast as he can.

🃏They even walked away from them, not wanting to be roped in the mess

🃏It was Ered, Nurf, Nerris, and Preston.

🃏Even though the mess hall was filled with all the camper’s and counselor’s, that didn’t stop Dolph from doing his duty.

🃏Pouncing on Harrison, tickling him to no remorse.

🃏It gotten to the point where David had to pull him off bc Harrison was having a hard time breathing.

🃏Even so, Harrison still hasn’t learned his lesson.

🃏Poor boy

Ler🃏

🃏Ok… him a ler? Puh-lease!!

🃏Don’t get him wrong, he’s a good ler at that, but something inside of Nerris just makes her more of a ler than him

🃏He’ll get a few squeezes to her sides, or a few skitters to her neck, at best, then it’s all game over from there.

🃏Harrison is more like the third best ler

🃏Making everyone wary of his presence

🃏He rarely get’s ler moods

🃏So he’s not always a ler

🃏Still, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get his fair share of tickles as well

🃏Making sure to tickle everyone who has tickled him.

🃏But he just loves tickling Max, he doesn’t know why, he just does.

🃏He’s not much of a ler, more of a lee.

🧪Neil🧪

Lee🧪

🧪He’s not extremely ticklish, but that doesn’t stop him from trying to concoct a chemical to make him not ticklish

🧪He keeps trying after he got tickled to death by his dad.

🧪His dad is just a little weird, so I wouldn’t think less of his ler abilities, tickling his son in the most embarrassing places of all time

🧪It’s about to be that one Simpson episode where Bart’s dad tickled him on the big tv at the baseball game, making him piss himself

🧪Ofc Neil’s dad didn’t do it there, but he definitely tickled him in the open, to where he pissed him self

🧪One time he tickled him at this fancy restaurant, where his aunts uncles and cousins were at

🧪And it was definitely to the public’s eye, bc of how loud he was laughing, with the help of his cousins

🧪He kept getting tortured growing up, wether it be by his older cousins or his dad.

🧪He never goes a day untickled

🧪Which started his villain origin story, making him test a concoction to make him less ticklish

🧪He was even thrilled to go to camp, thinking he escaped the tickling, but there are more lers there then at his hometown

🧪Making Dolph his worse ler ever seen

🧪Dolph defo squeezed his knees, making Neil jump up, causing him to be on high alert for the rest of the day

🧪Now that his friends knows exactly how ticklish he is.

🧪God he wish Niki never found out

🧪Niki was more ruthless then his dad, along with Max

🧪Them teaming up together is the worst plan they had ever made… well to Neil.

🧪It works out that he hates being tickled, because he’s socially awkward all the time

🧪And that’s where he is when David looks for him all the time, he’s hiding in his tent still making a potion.

🧪No one knows he’s making one.

🧪I would like you to tell your friends that your making a concoction to make you less ticklish

🧪Death spot: Hands. He works as a scientist 24/7 Ofc those are ticklish

Ler🧪

🧪Boy, he ain’t no ler

🧪Motherfucker’s beyond being a ler

🧪Not because he doesn’t have the abilities to be one, it’s because he doesn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable

🧪Totally going past his personality in Camp Camp

🧪He doesn’t want to make Niki or Max uncomfortable, so he doesn’t tickle them at all, knowing their limits is key

🧪And Max made sure he doesn’t tickle him

🧪As you can tell, Neil is a lee, 100%

👊Nurf👊

Lee👊

👊He’s actually ticklish, but he won’t let anyone touch him

👊He hates it so much

👊He’ll only let his boyfriend tickle him, but they broke up so now he misses life, of how his boyfriend would just tease him when he slowly tickles his sides.

👊Sadly it didn’t show his boyfriend in this show… I’m big sad now

👊He grew up wanting tickles from his mom, but she’s in jail now, so he misses that too

👊But god, Nurf can only imagine how people at camp would react if they needed to calm him down, etc.

👊He still wants to keep up his big boy troupe.

👊And it lasted quite some while, till Dolph was in yet another ler mood take ing it out on the tough boyo

👊The thing is Nurf couldn’t tickle him back, hence he’s not ticklish, so he just punched him

👊Which called in a stern warning from David

👊And the whole Camp just started teasing him about it, making him cry in his tent out of embarrassment

👊You bet Max had to join in the fun too

👊Death Spot: Stomach. His stomach just has a lot of cuteness to it, please!!! It’s a must if you tickle his pudge!

Ler👊

👊Don’t let him catch you if you hate being tickled

👊Like, no joke, he will make sure you pass out

👊It happened to Preston

👊It can happen to you too

👊He’s like Dolph, always getting ler moods, and wanting someone to help him fix it

👊So you better be sane, if you know what you’re dealing with when you get under the hands of his devious fingers, crawling on your torso

👊So here’s your warning. Stay. Very far. Away. From him.

👊He won’t even give you a warning before he pounces on you, and he’ll do it infront of people as well.

🎭Preston🎭

Lee🎭

🎭Theater kid!!! Ofc he’s ticklish.

🎭He enjoy’s being tickled, but he rather die twice before he ever tells anyone that. Ever.

🎭Once he sees a tickle fight break lose, he’s quick to watch it

🎭He’ll make himself known when a tickle fight does break out, so people knows he’s there in hopes to get tickled like that person was just getting tickled.

🎭He’s so dramatic when it comes to tickling

🎭Saying he’ll die if they continue, but he hadn’t gotten tickled for more than 5 minutes

🎭He’s good at acting so he’s good at hiding the fact that he wants people to tickle him.

🎭When they squeeze his side he would jump away and scream “GaH! Stop!” But this only makes them continue (for the people who loves to be a ler)

🎭Till this day, the ticklers are yet oblivious to the man’s wants.

🎭And if it’s Camp Camp, they’ll surely think he’s weird if he enjoys something like that.

🎭He’s so cute tho, I enjoy his little laugh and his fake pleads that fall on death ears to the ler(s) tickling him.

🎭Death Spot: Feet (He just constantly walks around considering he’s sometimes the main lead in his play. Other times, he’s just instructing where everyone goes and how to act.)

Ler🎭

🎭Ok, his tickle kink had to start when he was watching a play/show

🎭It happened when he was like 8, and a character started tickling a mother character, and Preston just fell in love with his laugh

🎭It resorted to him hiding in his room looking up more tickle scenes on YouTube.

🎭He knew it was weird to watch things like that, and enjoy them, but he couldn’t help himself.

🎭Everytime a tickle scene pops up, and him and his family watches it, he had to avoid eye contact from the TV.

🎭Hoping he didn’t look suspicious, his face would be beat red

🎭And he has to make up an excuse to go to the bathroom so his parents wouldn’t see him like that.

🎭Though when he makes a play, he has to fight the urge to put at least one blunt tickle scene in there.

🎭Things will go off the hook, if his intrusive thoughts win

🎭So he makes sure they don’t

🪐Space Kid🪐

Lee🪐

🪐Ok… He’s not really ticklish

🪐Like he’s second to least ticklish.

🪐It’s Dolph, and then it’s him

🪐Though, he’s canonically ticklish, but it’s not like people was tickling him, just responses of “Hey, that tickles” Whatever, I still think it’s cute

🪐He likes being tickled, more so ask David for some tickles, and he obviously gives them to him, no questions asked

🪐And he can tell when Dolph is in a ler mood, it’s just a hutch he has.

🪐So when Dolph is in a ler mood, Space kid will subtly hint to him that he needs some tickles, and Dolph will be glad to give them to him.

🪐Ofc, Space kid doesn’t ask anyone to tickle him unless it’s David, bc he knows David won’t judge him for it.

🪐Space kid gets all squeaky then he starts hyperventilating in his helmet where the ler has to take it off so he won’t suffocate

🪐No one knows why or how he suffocated in his astronaut helmet, he just does

🪐When people teams up on him, he goes to Dolph for help. But he has to make a deal with him, like, Dolph has to tickle him for an hour

🪐Hey, it beats getting tickle ganged up on

🪐And I like to think Spacekid’s death spot(s) is his neck and ears, hence they’re always covered up making them really sensitive

Ler🪐

🪐He can’t be a ler if it saves his life!

🪐Like he tries to be one to so many people, like Max for starters, but he just gets kicked right in the balls.

🪐#justiceforSpaceKid

🪐This doesn’t stop him from accomplishing his goals of becoming the Camp’s biggest ler.

🪐Sorry pal, but Dolph took that place from you

🪐Spacekid would even be in cahoots with Dolph, teaming up so he can destroy people… with tickling ofc.

🪐Though Dolph continues his assault on the man’s ears and neck, that little she-devil.

🔫Max🔫

Lee🔫

🔫Maxasalee Maxasalee Maxasalee Max. As. A. Lee

🔫He is so ticklish, and I’m not being biased right now… well… maybe.

🔫I MEAN LOOK AT HIM AND TELL ME HE ISN’T TICKLISH UNDER ALL THAT ANGER ISSUES!!!!

🔫He’s everyone’s tickle target. Because like… PLEASE!!!

🔫It’s kinda cute how a man (boy in this case) acts tough, but can be beaten by a simple poke!

🔫He would get tickled by Niki all the time, Ofc Neil doesn’t tickle him, after that one incident.

🔫Neil poked him once, and after he got a reaction he didn’t expect to come out of Max, which was “GAH! DON’T FUCKING DO THAT NEIL!!” He just had to tickle him full blast

🔫With Neil being much taller than the shorter one, Max has no problem punching the shit out of anyone who tickles him.

🔫Yes. Including Niki, but she never learns her lesson, intrigued by her bestfriend’s laughter and reactions

🔫Even David doesn’t learn when Max keeps kicking him in his balls.

🔫David would always give him tickles to “cheer” him up, but in reality it just made his sappy mood worse

🔫Like parents’ day, or when Max is just being hella annoying, like bullying the rest of the campers and/or Davey

🔫Yeah, Max needs to learn to be a camper with good attitude if he doesn’t wanna be tickled

🔫Once he knows Dolph’s in a ler mood, he walks away from him w/o being noticed, like nonchalantly.

🔫And he usually goes unscathed

🔫Trust me when I say this, but since Max gets tickled a lot, he always knows when someone is in a ler mood, call it a hutch

🔫Max’s parents don’t care about him, as seen in Parents’ day, so he didn’t grow up being tickled, not even his friends tickled him, so he didn’t know he was ticklish

🔫But that all changed when he came to camp, being non stop tickled by mostly anyone who would get ler moods, or just wanna tickle him

🔫He didn’t even know he was extremely weak to them either, but once he found out he hated being tickled.

🔫Poor baby

🔫He’s a total walking death spot, but if I had to pick which one that will drive him to kill anyone who touches there, it has to be his knees

🔫I just think it’s a cute headcanon that his knees are extremely ticklish, and anyone who wants to die, will give it a shot w/o second guessing the consequences

🔫When he’s tickled he gets this squeaky laugh, and he starts waving his limbs around in hopes to knock his attacker off, most times it doesn’t work so you gotta physically pin him down

🔫One time David tickled him so much he pissed himself, he didn’t tell anyone tho, glad he was wearing dark pants

🔫And Dolph tickled him till he became this sweaty, crying, passed out boy on the ground, his hair was sticking to his forehead

🔫Max didn’t tell David why he didn’t go swimming with the other’s because it’s embarrassing to say he couldn’t swim and didn’t wanna spend the summer with David learning how to

🔫Until David threatened him with tickles and he blurted it out, getting laughs and teases from the other campers and Gwen

🔫David sniggered a little as well

🔫By the context above it’s easy to say he hates getting tickled, like dispises it.

Ler🔫

🔫He’s not the type to go around and touch other people, like in a tickly manner or other ways

🔫But he would tickle his two best friends, Neil and Niki, kinda sucks Niki isn’t as ticklish as them, but wtv

🔫He loves to tickle Neil with the help of Niki, just because Max loves to tease him about how super ticklish he is, failing to realize Max is way more ticklish than him

🔫Max will have to pin the tall guy down to tickle his worst spot, please!!!

🔫Max is really good with teasing, and what not, going too far as to laugh and make fun of his ticklishness

🔫If he sees anyone else getting tickled, he would stand by the sidelines and just be a snarky teaser, then he gets his unfair share of tickles from the use to be lee

🔫Max needs to learn when to shut up, like bffr

#tickle #lee #ticklish #camp camp #camp camp tickle #cartoon tickle

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A New Pair of Shoes...

Just a small ficlet I put together to get back into the swing of writing after being away from it from so long due to holiday rushes killing my motivation. After that back to me and CreepyMarsh's "Prison of Grief" fic! This is based on a handful of posts on here discussing Sumire getting Odile/The Black Swan from Swan Lake instead of Cendrillon. Namely in her true awakening and I loved the story of Swan Lake so I felt like it would fit her well (as much as I like Cendrillon in general)! So, this is my own take on the scenario and seeing if I fully like the idea! Verdict? Yes, yes I do (Sorry Cendrillon...)! But here it is under the cut! Also Sumire cutting her hair Mulan style makes my brain go brr!

Warning: Major P5R spoilers and a tw for blood!

“That’s strange… I don’t sense any Shadows.”

“Yeah, I don’t know why but… There aren’t any Shadows in the area.”

What? That is strange… Maybe Dr. Maruki didn’t sense us? No… That can’t be it… Why do I still feel strange though? I’m free right? I’m not Kasumi… Not…

“Aight, just a little more to go.”

Sumire looks up at Ryuji as they stop for a moment. Haru gives her a look of concern.

“Violet, are you holding up okay?”

She perks up and gives a confident look, “Yes!”

Am I…? Urgh, stop it Sumire!

That strange feeling she had been getting comes back again which immediately causes her expression to fall, catching everyone’s attention now, “Sorry, it’s just… I feel just a little off…”

All of a sudden, her outfit flickers back to her winter uniform, causing her to flinch in surprise, “My outfit!”

What?! No…

It’s Ren’s turn to feel concerned now, “You sure you’re okay?”

As if on cue, she’s back in her outfit again. She tries to go back to her confident demeanor, but it falters, “I let my guard down for a second, but I swear I’m fine!”

“Lies…”

What?!

She shakes her head, now looking guilty, “So sorry for making you all worry.”

“Are you?” Stop it!

“Looks like it’s not stable yet…”

She sees Ren looking to be in thought.

“Huh? N-No! I’m stable! I’m fine!”

“More deception? So much for learning dear…”

She winces at the harsh words as Akechi sighs, That’s fine and all, but don’t hold us back, either.”

She looks downward.

Hold back…

His stern tone becomes somewhat less harsh, “If you push yourself harder than you’re capable of handling, you’ll endanger everyone on your side, too.”

She gives a sad sigh.

He’s right… Why do I keep doing this to myself?

“Why indeed…”

Who are you? You sound like Cendrillon but–

“Enemies approaching!”

They all go on alert as Futaba continues, “They’re fast… I dunno what the heck they are, but we’d better move it.”

Sumire grits her teeth, a strange new feeling slowly coming to the surface as Morgana speaks, “Should we get back to it? If things start looking bad, we’ll retreat right away. Until then, we’ll back you up with everything we’ve got!”

They all nodded as they continued onward.

What is all this? My outfit… This voice that sounds familiar but also doesn’t… What’s wrong with me? What are all these feelings?

“What do you think? Do you hate him for casting that spell?”

No! He’s done bad things but… I don’t hate him.

“Then who do you really hate? Who are you afraid of? Who are you running from still?”

Running… Hate… Fear… Truth.

“You’re getting close little duck…”

Duck? What are you–

They ascend a flight of stairs when Futaba shouts, “Above us!”

They all dodge and scatter as Shadows fall from above before surrounding Sumire after she gets separated from them.

Oh no… Nononono!

She wildly looks around in fear as they close in on her with everyone looking on with panic in their expressions as Yusuke shouts, “Violet!”

No… Wait! I can do this! I can–

She dramatically pulls off her mask, “Cendrillon!”

Nothing happens, increasing her confusion and panic, “What?!”

What’s happening to me?! Where is she?! Someone… Please…

“You know why… She’s gone. Destroyed along with your illusion, it’s only me now…”

But… She was…

They start to get even closer as Makoto notices the issue, “Her Persona’s…”

“You were a sham… A fake… You weren’t being honest…”

A fake… Deception… One I made for myself… Lying to myself…

“Not on my watch!”

Ryuji and Makoto were about to run in to help her when she stops them, her voice sounding different, calm, “Please, stay back!”

Her stance shows the same emotion, “I appreciate it…”

She unsheathes her rapier, “...But allow me.”

They were all silent, stunned, and even Akechi is taken aback.

“There you are… Keep going little duck. How do you really feel? Are you done running?”

“...Yes.”

She remains unflinching as the Shadows continue to hone in, “I chose to stand on my own and fight.”

Weak…

“It’s time I stop being helpless!”

Lies… Coward… No more!

She grips the hilt tightly before raising her blade, “I hung my head low…”

No more living a fantasy!

“...And took your hand…”

Kasumi… I’m so sorry! I promise… For your dream…

“But I knew all along deep down…”

No…

“Yes?”

OUR dream!!

The blade hovers over her ponytail, “Pretending to be Kasumi was not the right way…”

“And who are you? Who shall you be? A shallow imitation of someone you cherished… Or who you really are?”

“The weak, insecure Sumire…”

As if everything is moving in slow motion, she slices her ponytail off. The ribbon unravels as her hair is now short and choppy, going down to at least the tip of her chin.

“...Dies today!!!”

Everyone looks on in awe with Haru giving a quiet, “Violet…”

Sumire pants until a pain suddenly surges through her head and her eyes turn yellow as she screams.

“At long last… You have finally understood yourself… My dear little duck…”

She powers through it to the best of her ability as she reaches for her mask, “You… You all were the only ones who stayed true to yourselves… Including you Kasumi…”

She grabs it with both hands as her screams increase in volume and starts to bleed.

“Now… Now it’s my turn… No more lies and illusions, no more running, I’m done with all of this…”

“Yes! Unleash your fury!”

It comes off, her skin feeling like it’s being torn off as she screams but then her expression turns into a fierce glare as she looks up with an outstretched hand while still bleeding.

“Come… My true self… ODILE!! If you don’t answer my call now… Then how else can I make our dream come true… How else will I be better without your aid? Answer me!”

She finds herself in a white void, the voice now much calmer and kinder.

“My, my… Such tenacity… Such passion… So you have finally decided to stop living an illusion... No longer a mere duckling but a strong, graceful swan…”

Sumire could have sworn she saw Cendrillon but then she dissolves into black feathers into a ballerina with black wings, pale white skin, and a feathery black tutu with a red ribbon tied around her waist. The Persona outstretches her hand.

“In that case, I shall gladly lend you my strength... I am thou, thou art I... “

Sumire’s eyes widen as she sees Kasumi in the Shujin uniform, smiling as she whispers, “Sumire…”

“A new pair of shoes in order, now step forward and be reborn!”

She takes her hand and gasps, blue flames surrounding her, which makes the others gasp as well as Ryuji tries to run in again, “Violet!”

Akechi stops him, “Don’t, look…”

Odile’s wings wrap around her until unfurling, revealing Sumire in a new outfit and her hair styled differently. She calmly does a fouetté before facing her new Persona. Her true Persona.

“Shall we dance now… My dear swan?"

Sumire faces the Shadows with a determined look, “Certainly!”

The others finally join her as they Shadows fully unmask and reveal themselves to be Loas. Sumire maintains her composure, eyes now filled with determined fury.

“That’s it… I’m done running from myself! From everything! I’ve been selfish… But that ends here! I’m Sumire Yoshizawa! I am me! No one else!”

Ryuji grins, “Yeah, you tell ‘em!”

Futaba joins in, “Go, Violet! Give ‘em hell!”

Sumire smirks, “Yes! I thank you Dr. Maruki… But I don’t need this illusion anymore!”

She gets into a fighting stance:

“Let us finally dance, Odile!!"

Trivia/facts:

Sumire doing a fouetté during this awakening is intended to be a reference to Odile's dance in the ballet having the ballerina playing her perform 32 fouettés in a row which is apparently considered to be one of the most difficult to perform in ballet.

I have debated between Odile or Odette but then I read a synopsis on the movie, "Black Swan" and it became a contributing factor in choosing Odile:

I can't help but feel like Sumi during that point wouldn't be the common definitions of innocent or fragile. Her innocence is long gone, what's next is her picking up the pieces. So, I guess that's why Odile vibed more (kinda helped by the fact that Odile's character is open to a lot of interpretation in the ballet since it's so vague so she could either be a full-on villain or even a victim being used by her father depending on who you ask).

Third tier would maybe be name after the ballerina mentioned in the first image (Pierina Legnani) if anything. Especially since Legnani apparently previously performed in Cinderella so it's a nice bit of irony.

Odile's Compendium Entry: "The daughter of the sorcerer Rothbart, she was transformed into a dark doppelganger of the Swan Princess Odette in order to trick Prince Siegfried into proclaiming his love for her instead so that the spell will never be broken."

Odile Sumire design edit is coming soon! Or at some point. It's a W.I.P.

I hope you guys enjoyed this!!

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@akiiyamashun // SENT :

∆ CATCH ∆ - sender grabs receiver’s hand(s) to keep them from losing their balance/falling.

❛ ❤ ⋯

Okamura’s cabin sparkled : everything was covered with a fine, glitter - like substance that made the entire room shine like the surface of a diamond. The lighting inside was soft and warm. It made the reflective stars and planets patterned across the walls appear to spin and glow. Bits of gold jewelry were laid out across one of the tables, atop which sat a large mirror. There were digital images set along the frame of the glass, many of which showed Okamura’s favorite places that the Tojo had visited.

Akiyama stepped into the quiet sanctuary with a hum. He slipped off his shoes, scratched a hand through his shaggy locks, and swept his eyes around the dazzling space. It didn’t take long for him to find its sole occupant. Mindful of his beloved’s secret, the First Officer used the door’s controls to lock it behind him.

The Fae was asleep in her bed, long locks strewn across the covers. Due to the warmth of the room, she was dressed simply in a white nightgown with slim straps. Her garment exposed the light that shone from beneath her thin skin. It pulsed in time to the flutter of her heart. How fast the beat was would be alarming in another species, but the swift rhythm was normal for the Fae.

Smiling, Akiyama approached her. He leaned down toward Okamura and laid a hand gently on her hip. The Fae warbled and stirred. “Good morning, my star,” the First Officer whispered, kissing the side of her head.

Slowly, Okamura opened her eyes. She vocalized her protest with a series of slurred chirps that sounded like muffled song. Until, of course, she realized it was him. Irritation at being awoke turned to confusion ; her confusion at his presence quickly turned to delight.

Without a second thought, the Fae scrambled up out of her blankets. Akiyama took a half - step back, unable to help his laughter at her excitement. Okamura was still too groggy when she tried to get out of the bed itself, and her foot caught at the edge. The First Officer hurriedly grasped her hands and pulled Okamura against his chest to prevent her from falling onto the floor. ( with how fragile her bones were, any sort of spill could be treacherous ; it was best to avoid them altogether. )

A startling field of suspended glitter erupted from the pleased creature in his arms. Okamura righted herself and snuggled into him. Her mouth trailed along the side of his neck. When he turned his head, she was able to capture his lips and kiss him deeply. The Fae drew her arms up in order to entwine them behind his head.

Since the Tojo was docked for scheduled maintenance at one of the Federation’s key ports, the administrative officials had declared that all of her senior officers needed to show for review. They claimed it was to make up for the time missed while the Tojo was out, but Okamura knew better. This was all ‘ red tape, ’ as their grumbling captain said ― excuses to hold the ship and crew hostage for a brief spell. All it really did was infuriate Daigo, who reported to their summons first. As second - in - line, Akiyama was forced to do the same today.

“I missed you,” Okamura breathed, breaking their embrace to get a better look at Akiyama. “Even if you do look excellent in your dress uniform.” She slid her hands over his shoulders and down onto his breast as she slipped out of his hold gracefully.

“You think so?” Akiyama asked, raising an eyebrow. “I hate this thing ; it’s too tight.” For emphasis, he pulled at the collar of the shirt. By design, it hugged the lower half of his throat. Practically choked him, he moaned every time he was made to wear it.

Okamura laughed. The sound was high - pitched and uniquely melodic. “Are you saying that you need helping taking it off . . . ?” she teased, reaching for the intricate clasps on his side.

Akiyama kissed her forehead. “I think I might,” he chuckled. His breath tickled her flesh, causing the Fae to squirm. Her laughter grew louder as the First Officer moved to capture her slender frame. He drew them down onto the bed, though he was mindful to keep her on top ( for her pleasure as much as her safety ). Okamura lifted her torso up, hands planted on either side of Akiyama.

“What is that look for?” he murmured, brushing a portion of her hair over her shoulders. The task of removing his pesky uniform was temporarily forgotten. When Okamura furrowed her brow, he brought up a hand to her face. A thumb grazed under her bottom lip, highlighting the sweet curve to it. “This.”

“ ― an emotion, I think,” the Fae replied truthfully. “I’ve been reading and watching what’s available in the databases. This feeling is . . . I love you. What humans call it.”

Akiyama blinked, stunned into silence. Of all of the phrases she could have said, that was certainly among those he hadn’t expected. Her unusual wording suggested that Okamura was unfamiliar with the phrase and perhaps even the verbalized sentiment ( while some of their peers were terribly fond of her, he couldn’t imagine any of them ever said they loved her even if they did platonically ). It saddened him to think she had never heard it before ― though what truly struck the First Officer dumb was how genuine her expression was. She may not have known how to share it exactly, but she did love him. With all of the weight those three little words carried.

“You don’t want . . . ‘ I love you ’ ?” the Fae asked, beginning to draw back quizzically.

Akiyama cursed his silence. “No, no ― Azumi.” Tenderly, he grasped her arm to stop her from sitting up properly. “Your ‘ I love you ’ is something I do want, uh ― well, your love is something I want. Both.” The First Officer sighed, unable to hide his amusement at himself. “What I am trying to say is : I love you, too.”

( and he did, he realized, as he watched her features flood with relief and a sense of elation she didn’t quite understand. she was the most beautiful thing he ever laid eyes on, and this . . . this was far greater than two attractive crew members sharing their pleasure with one another anymore. it was real. )

“I hope I get to say it for a very long time,” he added affectionately, tucking strands of rose gold behind her ear.

#ooc. MEGA FLOOF #❝ verse. ⋮ space federation 01 ⋮ i do believe in fairies #akiiyamashun #❝ ic. ⋮ ask

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ainaavas-sketchbook · 2 years

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Sacrifice - TESFest Day 04

TW: Abuse

"It's easy, just like this." Ivrasea conjured up a magelight spell, but didn't cast it. Medril looked at her skeptically.

"I don't think I should do that. What if she finds out?" Ivrasea rolled her eyes at her sister's caution and put out the spell.

"You worry too much. She's not even supposed to be back until after dark tonight. She was in Vvardenfell, remember? She won't be back for hours." Medril considered this for a moment before giving in.

"Alright, if you say so." She sighed and tried summoning the magelight spell. Ivrasea helped guide her hands around the spell as it formed in her hands. A little ball of light sparked to life in front of them as Medril casted it. Medril gasped in surprise and Ivrasea cheered for her.

"You did it! And it's pretty bright too. You should try more spells. Maybe you could come meet my teacher." Medril's smile dropped from her face at this.

"Mom yells at you all the time for disappearing for whole days. Is that what you've been doing?" The look she gave Ivrasea made her feel guilty about it. It's true that she had been sneaking off to see a mage who was teaching her magic. She had never told Medril because she could never get alone time with her. "You know I can't do that. She despises magic in all forms and if she finds out..." Medril trails off and doesn't finish her thought. Ivrasea looks down at the magelight in disappointment.

"Yeah I know. I just keep hoping that we could do something together. She hates letting us have fun." Medril grabs Ivrasea's hand and intertwines their fingers.

"At least we get to have some alone time while she's away on this trip," she says with a smile. Ivrasea can't help but smile herself and giggles a little when Medril lightly headbutts her.

Suddenly they can hear someone fiddling with the door behind them. Ivrasea curse under her breath and starts pulling Medril away from the magelight.

"What about the spell?" Medril's voice is tense and shaking. Ivrasea pushes her towards the kitchen and shakes her head.

"I don't have time to put it out, but as long as you aren't near it, she won't think it was you." Medril tried to protest but Ivrasea closed the door on her and hurried back over to put the spell out.

As soon as she got there, though, the door opened and she heard a bag thump on the floor behind her. Afraid to turn around, she just stayed crouched in front of the spell, frozen in place. She could feel the anger of her mother already.

"What do you think you're doing?" Tears sting at Ivrasea's eyes but she holds them back and continues to put the spell out. Once she finishes, she stands up and faces her mother. Out of the corner of her eye she can see Medril standing in the doorway now. Her mother, on the other hand, stood in front of her, looking like a mess. Her usually kept up hair, was down to her shoulders and looked like it hadn't been washed in days. She was also covered in a thin layer of grime and her clothes were wrinkled.

"Its nothing." Ivrasea avoided her eyes, afraid of what she'd find in them. She hears a few footsteps come towards her then stop. Still afraid to look, she keeps eyes on the floor. Her heart is beating so fast and she has to focus to keep her breathing in check.

Suddenly, her mother grabs a handful of her hair and yanks her face up to eye level. Ivrasea screams out in pain and she knows some of her hair has definitely been pulled from the scalp. She forces herself to open her eyes and look into her mother's eyes. Her eyes are dark with anger and hatred.

"Which one of you cast the spell?" Ivrasea could vaguely hear her sister crying. She always did when their mother was like this. A fear response. Ivrasea closed her eyes again; she couldn't handle looking into those eyes any longer.

"I did it. She was just watching me, please don't punish her." The tears finally started leaking down her face as she lied. She couldn't let Medril take the punishment for this. She didn't deserve it.

The grip on her hair finally loosened and she opened her eyes to see her mother shooing Medril out of the room. Which was good for Medril but definitely bad for Ivrasea. As soon as the door closed, her mother walked over to it and locked it. Ivrasea thought about bolting out the door while she was on the other side of the room. She was faster, she could get away. But the thought didn't last long as she remembered her sister once more. She couldn't leave her to deal with the abuse.

Ivrasea just stood there frozen as her mother walked back over to her. She grabbed a key off the wall on her way over. She stopped about a foot in front of Ivrasea and took a breath.

"How many times do I have to tell you to stop practicing magic?" Her face had gone deadly blank. Ivrasea didn't say a word; she barely breathed at all. "If you're seen casting magic, they'll find out what family you were really born to. That could get me in trouble." She gently placed a hand on Ivrasea's cheek, and for a moment her face contorted into a pained expression. But only moments later, she removed her hand and slapped Ivrasea across the face, hard enough to throw her to the floor.

"I saved your life when you were a child and this is how you repay me. Going around showing off your magic, trying to get me killed." She grabbed a handful of Ivrasea's hair and dragged her towards a door. Ivrasea struggled and tried to get out of her grip but to no avail. The struggle only made her grip hurt more.

She was thrown through a door and landed on a dirty, sandy floor. The door was slammed shut and she heard the clicking sound of a lock sliding into place. She stood up and rushed to the door beating on it and screaming. But she wasn't going to be let out. She should've known this by now. After a moment of struggle, she sat down against the door. She casted a magelight spell to see the room better. It was the same place as always. Just an empty room with a dirt floor and stone walls. There was a bedroll in one corner and a hole in another.

All at once, the situation really hit her and she broke down. Just sobbing uncontrollably. She had no idea how long she'd be left in here. When her next meal would. She wouldn't even know when it was night or day. But she would always sacrifice herself for her sister as long as they both lived.

Even if it killed her.

#tesfest22 #tes #the elder scrolls #tw abuse #cw abuse #oc: Ivrasea #oc: Medril #tesfic

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thebibliomancer · 2 years

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Essential Avengers: West Coast Avengers #16: the DIVE

January, 1987

Ooooooooh this is a snazzy looking cover! Love the colors!

I don’t even mind that this is a generic action pose with angry heads type cover with no indication what the plot could possibly be about.

Presumably Hellcat and Tigra running away from giant floating heads.

The plot could be anything!

We’ve concluded our current subplot of ‘Tigra be too horny!’

Master Pandemonium is still out and about but I suspect he’s going to go back into the background for a while. That’s kind of his style. Brief periods of relevance followed by long periods of people mentioning that he’s surely still relevant.

But to more officially summarize: last times on West Coast Avengers: Tigra be too horny. This presented a problem so she made a secret deal with the cat king of demon cat land to have her cat soul taken out if she only killed Master Pandemonium.

But despite ending up in demon cat hell land with Master Pandemonium disarmed and held down by demon cat people for the easiest possible kill, Tigra can’t go through with it. She can’t do a murder and let down the Avengers who are pretty strongly anti-murder.

Nonsense ensues which involved Tigra getting her cat soul taken out and then accidentally put back in while she was wearing Hellcat’s suit which caused her human and cat souls to merge more harmoniously. Also, she grew a tail.

It’s not on the cover but it totally exists. I swear!

Anyway! This issue starts with Tigra jumping off the Golden Gate Bridge for reasons of personal growth. But it’s mistaken as suicide by bystanders in the story so down under the fold it goes.

Don’t try this at home. Tigra has cat based superpowers and you don’t.

But the point proven is that not only is Tigra strong enough to survive a reckless stunt like that now due to her souls integrating better, but she’s also lost her debilitating cat fear of water.

Which, I don’t remember if I pointed this out or not, is not universal!

Tigers like swimming. And Tigra shares several letters with tiger!

What a weird thing that she would have cat fear of water when the cat people in the cat hell world are also not shown being afraid of water!

By the way, Tigra wasn’t even sure that this dive wouldn’t break every bone in her body.

That’s why Hellcat was standing by, to pull her out of the water in case it did.

I know this was for reasons of personal growth but TIGRA WHAT THE HELL.

Also, Patsy’s Hellcat suit just regenerated between issues somehow?

I don’t think anything is said about it. And if Patsy just sewed it back together, that re-raises some questions about how the suit actually works.

Ah well.

Hank Pym, who is also here, congratulates Tigra on the personal growth and on not hating a part of herself anymore.

Then Daimon Hellstrom (secretly the demon busting hero Hellstorm UNBEKNOWST TO ALL) points out that the San Francisco Harbor Patrol is on its way to bust them for reckless bridge jumping.

Or so he thinks.

The San Francisco Harbor Patrol boats zoom right past the heroes’ little sail ship, in pursuit of some zipping through the water at wondrous speeds.

Despite not knowing who the super fast swimmer is, Hellcat decides that the thing to do is to launch her grapple claws and hoist the swimmer out of the water

And whoops, its Tiger Shark. One of the Masters of Evil and a dude whose day job is punching Namor.

But Tigra immediately jumps on his back because she’s just had personal growth.

Tigra: “Dream on, Flap-Face! You’re not killing anybody unless you beat the Tigra-Shark!”

Then, she complains about his theming because she fights too many cats! Leo of Zodiac, cat demons, and now Tiger Shark?

(Tiger Sharks are not, in fact, cats, Tigra)

Tigra: “Isn’t there anybody around here named after a dog?”

Tiger Shark gets big mad and punches the mast of the little sailing ship, rocking the boat and seriously making Tigra think about the wisdom of having a superhero fight on a small boat.

Since Daimon left his magic trident at home and since APPARENTLY HIS SPELLS ARE SO DEMON FOCUSED THAT THEY’RE NO GOOD AGAINST MORTAL PEOPLE and since Hank Pym is entirely useless apparently, it’s all up to Tigra and Hellcat.

Tiger Shark manages to grab the two cat themed heroines by their hair and quips “Let’s see what happens when the fish eat the cats!”

But both Tigra and Hellcat have hit on the same idea and shred the front of Tiger Shark’s costume.

Water gushes out, confirming Tigra and Hellcat’s idea that he uses it to stay hydrated since according to his Avengers file, he does need to moisten up frequently.

And either he instantly loses strength despite his skin and the inside of the suit still being pretty wet or he’s distracted enough that Tigra and Hellcat manage to tie him up so they can hand him over to the ocean cops.

Tiger Shark tries to find some victory in this ass thrashing and decides “hey, at least I’m better than Hank Pym!”

Tiger Shark: “Yeah, you two can laugh! Maybe you earned the right, this time! But whatever happens to me, I’m still one of the guys who destroyed Hank Pym, and nothing can ever take that away from me!”

Hank Pym: “You destroyed Yellowjacket, Shark -- not Hank Pym! The man inside that yellow suit is far from being destroyed -- as you can plainly see!”

Okay, I don’t think either of these two guys remember how things happened.

I expect this revisionism from Tiger Shark who got his ass whupped when Hank soloed the entire Egghead Masters of Evil.

But, Hank, this story is how you got your groove back! C’mon!

So as Hank recaps to Daimon Hellstrom who isn’t up to date on superhero drama, Hank Yellowjacket Pym wasn’t cut out to be a superhero and he took it out on Jan Wasp van Dyne. He also attacked Elfqueen “before determining if she were really evil” (which, no, that wasn’t the point. The point was that Captain America was talking her down and you re-escalated the situation).

Cap called for a hearing to determine Hank’s fitness to Avenger so Hank made the only logical decision of building a robot to murder his friends so that he could stop the robot and his friends would think he was cool.

It didn’t work, Janet saved the day, and the Avengers all know what Hank tried.

In this recap he claims that he was expelled from the Avengers but that isn’t true. He walked off in a fugue state before they could decide anything and then they couldn’t find him no matter how they tried.

Recap Hank also claims that his old enemy Egghead gave him a lab job but that isn’t accurate either. Egghead asked Hank to fit his niece for a prosthetic arm to replace the one she lost in one of Egghead’s schemes but whoops the arm turned out to be one of Egghead’s schemes.

Egghead used the arm to take her hostage to force Hank to steal the government’s strategic reserve of adamantium and Hank had to fight his friendvengers and went to jail.

Egghead then created a new Masters of Evil group, had them kidnap Hank during his trial and claim they were working for Hank (to ruin his reputation) and bring him to work for Egghead’s big defeat aging make money scheme.

Recap Hank claims Egghead wanted him to join the Masters of Evil but that specifically wasn’t discussed. I doubt Egghead would have trusted Hank with his superhero gear.

Recap Hank also claims “I strung them along until the Avengers could find and rescue me!” which completely glosses over the point that Hank never just cooled his heels.

He was furious that Egghead denied him his day in court and built a bunch of traps into the Fight Aging Machine so that when Egghead strapped Hank in and turned it on, Hank used it to defeat all the Masters.

The rest of the recap is correct though, that Egghead died (accidentally killed by Hawkeye), the Avengers did come to save Hank (but never so much as fought anyone unless you count Thor clotheslining the Beetle), and Hank retired from superheroics after his innocence was proven in the adamantium caper and being taken from the courthouse.

This recap gets events very slightly wrong and I don’t think its an accident! I think its an attempted subtle retcon because (spoilers) this issue is going to try to give Hank a Darkest Hour and that requires him to feel like a big loser mocked by supervillains for being a quitter loser who sucks and quit superheroing.

And yes, he did quit superheroing because it wasn’t healthy for him. But trying to erase that even just as Hank Pym no codename no costume, he defeated his archenemy and a whole team of supervillains because the power was in him all along or whatever... It does Hank a disservice.

I’m going to need to see how I feel about this new direction for Hank as it unfolds because it is going somewhere.

But I don’t like how we’re starting off.

ANYWAY.

Hank Pym: “I went on to do some valuable scientific work -- and eventually, when I understood that I’d spent too many years with the Avengers to cut them out of my life completely -- I became an associate of the West Coast group -- where everyone was working out new ways to uphold the Avengers tradition! I’ve got an Avengers-quality lab to work in -- I’ve got friends both new and old -- so if anyone around here’s been destroyed, it’s the goon who holds onto his fantasy that he destroyed me!”

Yeah. I mean, I’ve already addressed how Tiger Shark saying that was a gross misreading of anything that actually happened.

Anyway, Hank tries to prove that he’s living better than the Masters of Evil who tried to destroy him by asking Tiger Shark how they’re all doing lately.

But when he mentions Whirlwind, Tiger Shark starts shouting not to mention “that creep.”

Seems Whirlwind and Tiger Shark had a Plan and Scheme they were working together. Whirlwind was supposed to create a distraction while Tiger Shark stole a thing and ran.

But Whirlwind never bothered to show up and thus Tiger Shark takes the fall.

Daimon, Hank, Tigra, and Hellcat return to Daimon’s Victorian home.

Patsy Walker, Hellcat is feeling quite invigorated from beating up a shark man.

Hellcat: “So, Daimon -- what do you think? Should the Hellcat go back to adventuring on a permanent basis? I could rejoin the Avengers!”

Daimon Hellstrom: “Ha! That would be all they need -- two cat-women at the same time! -- While one is more than enough for me!”

Aw, cute couple. He also jokingly threatens to break her arm if she does rejoin the Avengers which is less funny if you know how he goes crazy later.

ANYWAY.

Uh. Patsy and Daimon run upstairs to go sex one another, while making it incredibly obvious to their guests that’s what they’re doing.

Hank Pym: “The way they banter back and forth reminded me of me and Jan! He’s serious and she’s flighty, but somehow, they make it work! I’m sure glad I’ve got you now!”

Tigra: “Uh... maybe we’d better talk -- !”

OOF.

Yeah, the conversation is going the only place the conversation can go now.

Tigra is breaking up with Hank.

As she explains, when she told Hank she loved him that was when she had the two souls and two personalities. The Greer side of her did mean it but now that she’s merged her two sides, she’s a New Tigra and wants something different.

She’s not super horny anymore so she won’t be dating every dude but she wants to try dating different dudes. Who aren’t Hank Pym.

Y’know.

Its not him, its her.

So very awkward.

And in fairness, she’s not obliged to date him. And the circumstances of how they started their relationship are super sketchy. The healthy thing to do is to take a step back.

Because their relationship started when Horny Tigra started making out with him because he was a dude who existed. And she made out with a bunch of other dudes while he thought they were exclusive.

Yeah, stepping back is healthy.

Unfortunately, Hank has decided to pin his mental health after his robot son died on “well at least I have a cool girlfriend.”

So as soon as she’s out of earshot, he starts shouting about his life.

Hank Pym: “Blast it! Maybe I was wrong to get involved with these people again! They all operate in worlds I never liked -- worlds I’ve frozen myself out of! She loved me! She loved me! But then she became someone else! God, I hate -- No! No -- I can’t start thinking like that! I had a breakdown once already -- I saw what happened to Quicksilver when he went over the edge -- ! No! I just -- Just have to keep plugging -- !”

I like that Hank thinks ‘oh shit rock bottom would be becoming as bad as Quicksilver, time to course correct.’

He also dramatically picks up a lamp to smash at the start of his rant but then gently puts it down as he decides not to be a dick.

Down in L.A. where the rest of the West Coast Avengers are not on vacation but are also not doing much, Wonder Man Williams is cooking spaghetti because he’s forgetti his regretti or something.

Really, it’s because Hank keeps insisting on making barbecue to celebrate any successful mission and Simon wants to show he’s a “gourmet chef” too by making “Spaghetti Will-I-Am-O!”

Sure.

But talking about cooking reminds Bobbi Mockingbird that they seldom spend any time in their bungalows (presumably cooking for themselves) because Hank set up a great always off-panel staff.

This segues the conversation into talking about what a cool, great dude Hank is and what a cool, great job he’s done as the West Coast Avengers’ major domo.

Hawkeye quips that Hank had to do a great job because Bobbi can only boil water in a science context, not a culinary context. Ha ha ha, burn.

So Bobbi tells Tony to punch Hawkeye and Tony doesn’t need to be told twice.

Maybe getting punched reminds Hawkeye of Firebird and he suggests inviting her to be the second women on the team.

... Did Hawkeye forget that Tigra exists?

I... I think he has. I think her existence has completely slipped his mind.

But he says that presumably enough time has passed for Firebird to sort out her feelings about herself and about her “illustrious chairman-to-be!”

Wonder Man: “Keep talking, Clint -- this sauce is a little light on the meat! I can use more bull!”

Zing!

I do like the West Coast Avengers just hanging out and razzing on each other. If you have a superhero team and they live together, I expect this kind of scene every now and again. Otherwise, why even bother?

Anyway, after razzing Clint, they all agree that it’s a good idea after Tigra and Hank get back from San Francisco, to go to Albuquerque and formally invite Firebird to join the team.

Tony agrees but also mentions its a shame that Hank has quit the superhero business for good.

-looks at the future- Tony, buddy, you’re going to be thrilled.

Back in San Francisco, Hank proposes to Tigra, Hellcat, and Daimon that they tie up the loose end on their boating adventure by capturing Whirlwind!

See, Hank knows Whirlwind better than anyone else so he’ll be able to come up with a dynamite plan to capture him!

Hank Pym: “He can move like the wind, but he needs space to really get going! San Francisco isn’t Manhattan, thank god, but the financial district has lots of tall buildings close together -- so, if we could lure him into that area, he could be trapped by our two crafty cat-women!”

Patsy likes this plan and says that Hank should visit more often because “usually we have to entertain our guests, not the other way around!”

Daimon agrees to Hank’s proposal even though its not really a demonic threat which is what he’d really rather be dealing with.

He even has some contacts on the police force he could contact.

SO LATER, AT NIGHT TIME

Whirlwind is lurking around a corner watching something called the “psycho-circuit” get loaded onto a truck.

He thinks either the police are stupid for not shuffling things around after one attempted robbery. OR its a trap for him.

But he’s so confident that the police are no match for his SPEED that he decides to just go for it.

Whirlwind grabs the psycho-circuit and spins off but founds the police ready for him with a roadblock.

Although I like his response of “Nonsense!” when the police tell him he’s surrounded.

But the other direction he runs has a roadblock too.

A police guy: “Not this way, either, Whirlwind! Save the wear-and-tear on your muscles and stop where you are!”

Whirlwind: “Again I say nonsense! My muscles can keep me whirling longer than you can stand up, Flatfoot! And while I’m whirling, there’s always some way out!”

Whirlwind whirls in yet another direction and this time he runs into “the Pussycat Patrol!” as he calls Tigra and Hellcat.

He tries to just plow right through them but Tigra and Hellcat use Hank’s off-panel advice on how Whirlwind works to grab onto him.

He just spins them off but has to downplay them being able to grab onto him as just luck.

Whirlwind tries to grab the psycho-circuit and run but Hellcat yoinks it away with her grapple claw.

Hellcat: “You shot a cat into the air -- she almost fell to Earth -- you know not where!”

Delightful.

Whirlwind has his own poem though.

Whirlwind: “Given enough momentum, I can fly -- and given my whirling buzzsaws, you can die!”

But Hellcat dodges his attack and Tigra slashes his wrist buzzsaws off, surprising him with her speed.

He twirls and sends more buzzsaws flying out -- where he pulled them from, I do not know -- but she easily dodges.

At this point, Whirlwind gets nervous about how the deck seems stacked against him. Avengers in San Francisco where there weren’t supposed to be any. Hellcat seemingly out of retirement. Presumably how the cops were ready for him.

So he decides to escape, whirling up the side of a building like its a halfpipe.

Only to find his old foe Hank Pym waiting for him!

Really isn’t turning out to be Whirlwind’s day!

Which means he’s going to make it not Hank Pym’s day.

Hank tries to make some kind of point how even though he’s not a superhero anymore, he organized this ambush against Whirlwind using all his Whirlwind insider knowledge so therefore he’s still a cool guy who can thwart Whirlwind.

But Whirlwind spins this encounter around on Hank.

Whirlwind: “You always were a jerk, Pym! I’m not the biggest crook that ever was, but at least I’ve got my honor! I’ve never given up on what I am! By gum, I’ve been wanting to say this to you for a long time! Being a whirlwind may not be as heavy-duty a power as a lot of people’s, but it makes me special -- something nobody else can ever be -- and I’ll never give it up, or let a bunch of other jerks run around with the same M.O., the way you do! You may catch me this time, but I’ll be back, which is more than you can say for yourself! It makes me sick that I ever ended up with you as my main opponent! Why couldn’t I have run up against Iron Man --”

Hank Pym: “Shut up! SHUT UP!!”

Touched a nerve there.

Touched such a nerve that Hank tries to tackle Whirlwind but the guy just dodges out of the way, letting Hank accidentally plunge right off the roof.

Whirlwind: “Beating you now is worth exactly nothing, Pym!”

Oof.

Don’t worry.

Hellcat rescues him.

And Tigra captures Whirlwind by kindly offering to disembowel him.

Having missed the conversation, Patsy Hellcat is confused by Whirlwind’s defiant shouts for Hank to remember what he said.

And Hank just grins and plays it off like ‘wow that wacky villain saying all kinds of things!’

And now this following bit and also this post is getting a cw: suicide ideation warning.

The next day, when Tigra is getting ready to leave la casa de Daimon and also Patsy, she finds Hank wistfully gazing out the window at the Golden Gate Bridge.

Tigra assumes that Hank is just admiring the sweet view.

Tigra: “It sure is gorgeous around here -- the hills, the bridge -- ! I can’t imagine why so many people choose it as a place to commit suicide!”

Hank Pym: “Yes... you’d really have to be certain there was nothing left to live for...”

So West Coast Avengers is taking a turn towards the heavy content matter.

(Tigra, your expression is entirely inappropriate for this heavy content matter that you don’t realize is going on)

Checking ahead on the marvel wiki and Hank Pym is going to carry this energy into the next issue where he will attempt a thing but be stopped.

So some people may want to check out of next post since I am gonna go through the entirely too long Lost in Space-Time arc before I try to resync the east and west teams.

My overall take on this new Hank direction remains ‘I don’t like how we’re starting.’

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