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luxmaeastra · 11 months

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Raelyn watched the world burn and couldn't find that piece of herself that she used to be. The friend, the one that was always the shoulder to cry on. The peacemaker with her sibling, the one that her parents didn't need to worry about.

She gripped her sword looking from the view to where Rhysand and Tisiphone stood. Whatever had happened in that blizzard has brought them together. They'd been trapped in that cabin for two weeks.

Tisiphone tilted her head back, her cheeks flushed as Rhysand kissed her. She broke it laughing into his shoulder. Raelyn looked away when he wrapped an arm around her waist.

Did the war not affect couples at all?

She looked to the horizon, trying to quell that ever present panic.

Would she survive this? Would she still have the home she grew up in? The Duchy was more a home to her than Velaris and the Moonstone palace had been.

The Duchy deep in Montesere lands. Back when her uncle and her father got along. Back when this ideological differences about the witches hadn't broke them.

She gripped the railing focusing on her hands, on the feel of the iron under her fingers. The cold of the wind as if sweept through her. The way the heat of the sun was waining. She focused on the things that were still true.

Her parents and siblings were all alive. They were safe and happy. Many of them had found their -

"Raelyn?"

She turned from the view looking to the doors where Tisiphone stood. She wore a soft gold dress, her hair twisted up on her head. The gold in her hair almost white in the light. She wore simple jewelry on her ears and around her throat. Raelyn tried not for focus on the red jewels - how much it could look like blood against her pale skin.

She snapped her eyes to Tisiphone who had turned from her. In profile she could see the way she laughed at whatever Rhysand said. They never used to do that, they never used to be so flirtatious.

Why did it make her so angry? Tisiphone was delightful, she made her favorite brother happy. She -

She was stealing him away wasn't she? His already limited time would be stolen by her wouldn't it?

She exhaled as smiled as Tisiphone looked back to her. She was shaking her head as she stepped into the balcony. How she wore heels in this was beyond her.

"I apologize for your brother...he enjoys stealing my attention. I was wondering if you'd like to stay for dinner with Rhysand and I? Apollion is here and I'd love for our families to be closer."

Apollion was Tisiphone's younger brother. The one who she had done everything to protect from her sister and mother. He had moved to Hewn after she'd been smuggled out of Vallhan.

Maintain the smile, it was a little mantra she repeated in her mind. Social queues she had practiced for when she was with others, or when she did not want them to see what was going on inside. She did not wanting the bitterness that stirred within her, or the anger aimed at Tisiphone to show. She was wise enough to realize it was her, that what she felt was her own issue and no one else’s.

She was always so sweet and kind, even after everything she had been through she couldn’t help but question how she still stood. How did she find the strength to laugh so flawlessly, or to smile in a way it reached her eyes. A true smile she had began calling it.

“Rhysand has a one track mind.” She responded as her grip tightened upon her sword. They were so besotted with each other, the happiness was hard to ignore. She could see Rhysand lingering just behind her, the way he leant against the doorframe of the balancing with that slight smirk.

His arms folded, his eyes sparkling with the love and affection reserved for the beautiful woman who was before him.

Her jaw tightened slightly as she looked away from him, her attention returning to Tisiphone. “I don’t know, I have already over stayed my welco-.”

“Raelyn, you have not overstayed anything,” Rhysand interrupted as he stepped forwards. “Stay for dinner, please.”

Why? Why was he making this hard? “Okay, but only for dinner.”

#Muse | Raelyn #Muse | Rhysand

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jeonjcngkook · 3 years

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sooo those jk moment?? *shady eyes*

literally aNY JUNGKOOK MIC DROP FANCAM FROM SPEAK YOURSELF TOUR 😋 idk what possESSED him when he performed in this fit ?????? ALL BLACK CARGO PANTS BIG BLACK BOOTS READY TO STOMP ALL OVER MY NECK AND THAT GREY PUFFER JACKET UGH WHAt a sin !!!!!! but particularly when they r all grouped together n centre!jk when he pushes his hands n leads hobis hips sdhjhfskghd ,,, loOK AT HIS FACE !!!!!! tHose boDYROLLs skjhfkdhgkj ,,, bro we need wORDS

natural barefaced baby boy jeon - all my romantic feelings sit here

need i say anymore when i say 190602 SPEAK YOURSELF LONDON WEMBLEY DAY 2 YOUNG FOREVER !!!!!!!!!!!!!! REKA REKA REKA - THIS !!! IS !!! MY !!!!! CONCERT !!!! n ok yes u may all be asking "jords why is jk crying in ur liST OF FAVOURITE MOMENTS ??????" ahgsjkdgfhsf HEAR ME OUT RIGHT !!!!!! do u all know how spECIAL this moment was huh ????? i stood there amongst 90,000 people n watCHED MY BABY BURST INTO TEARS FOR 13 MINUTES N I CAME OUT OF THAT ALIVE ..... i wanna relive this moment for the rest of my life

need i even have to talk about this bcs bro like hello ????? look how graceful and beautiful he is as a dancer !!!!!!! ALSO NOT TO FORGET TO MENTION MMA 2020 BLACK SWAN and MAP OF THE SOUL ON:E BLACK SWAN WITH THAT SHEER !!!! BLACK !!!!! FLOWER !!!!! EMBROIDERED !!!!! SHIRT !!!!! pls excuse the terrible quality im sure better can be found elsewhere :))))

again pls excuse the terrible quality but WOULD THIS EVEN BE A FAVOURITE JUNGKOOK MOMENT RESPONSE IF WE DIDNT TALK ABOUT EUPHORIA ?????? NO, NO IT WOULDNT BE !!!!! may we all pls take it back in time to just remind ourselves that THIS happened whiLST LOOKING THIS DAMN GOOD ajhksjhhdfgd

(((((SIR PLEASE TEAR ME APART AND RUIN MY ENTIRE FUCKING LIFE PLEASE I BET YOU)))))

balenciaguks wouldnt be who she is without her entire weakness for balenciaga x jungkook himself ahkdghfksjf 1,2,3,4,5

BIG STOMPER SHOES IM DROOLING JUST STAND ON ME

okokok - im :) away :) to :) out :) myself :) so :) hard :) here :) but i watch these when i need to sleep bcs his voice soothes me and makes me feel safe and wraps me up in warmth and comfort

u want some more? ok

^^^^^ NEED I SAY ANYMORE ABOUT THIS MOMENT ^^^^^

THI SA WOUDLTN BE A JSORDS FAVIUYRIT E JSUNGKOOK MOEMENTS IF THE TATSTOOS AREMNT INVOVLED !!!!!!!!! IM SIMPIMG SO H ARDS

i have so many feelings for baby boy with long black hair so pls enjoy run bts with every long black hair koo - 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10

and as a BONUS: 10,11,12

anything grammy related, i am drOOLING damn dammsgdfdjkfgh ,,,, now if u know me , u will know that 62nd grammy jungkook melts my soul and simultaneously turns me into a slut. THAT FUCKING BLACK TURTLE NECK WITH THE FUCKING LONG ASS GREY PEAKCOAT AKJYRHSGJHD SIR LET ME AT U !!!! but that just aint all akjhfjkdjgkd my goodness nooooo what really gets me going is this fit :

FEMINISM????????????? WHO EVEN IS SHE AT THIS POINT ??????????? THE SHORT HIGHLIGHTED HAIR, LEATHER JACKET AND SWEEPTED OVER ONE SIDE AND FALLING OVER THE OTHER SIDE BITCH LET ME TELL U THERE ISNT A SINGLE SECOND WHERE I WONT SLUT MYSELF OUT FOR THIS EXACT JUNGKOOK.

some miscellaneous favourite moments too:

anything eboy/goth bcs my big goth heart just falls further in luv:

agdhfgsdh more tummy!!!!! :

MY ICONIC ICON THAT REALLY IS THE TRUE REPRESENTITIVE thank u @taemaknae ladies may be all just bring back full leather fit dicon jungkook ashgskjhgds pls slap me:

and finally last bUT BY NO MEANS LEAST - 5TH MUSTER JUNGKOOK HOLY SHIT.

DIMPLE he just doesnt do anything but stands there with his hands in his pockets, grinds against the floor, runs his hands down his thighs and thrusts his entire way through that performance

PIED PIPER doesnt even need to be told why this is so sensual and sexual like plEASE

AND DDAENG JUNGKOOK IS THE HOLY FUCKING TRINITY IN MY EYES !!!!! SATAN REALLY SHOWN HIS TRUE COLOURS AND LET ME TELL YOU NOTHING MAKES ME CRY ***** TEARS MORE THAN THIS JUNGKOOK HIMSELF ,,, if u thought i was willing to throw feminism out the window before - this truly tops the list my friends.

thE BLUE RIPPED JEANS SJFHDKJJG ANY MOMENT INVOLVING THOSE JEANS MY GOD I NEED TO STOP AND TAKE A BREATH 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10

and 1 more: 190811. never ever forget him. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8

#reka💟#mutuals #jords asks💫

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loveisthemoment · 2 years

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Okay so hear me out an medieval skloom au, where sky is your classic Prince in shining armor( I know it's usually knight😅😅😅), while Bloom is the local poor girl. But instead of her being sweept of her feet, she is fierce and wild and doesn't want to be tamed and Sky falls for her immediatly. She also hides a past. Stella is Sky's arranged fiance but she just wants to run away and be free to explor the world. The King Andreas and his trustful(maybe not so trustful) right hand man Saul tries to separated Bloom and Sky but Bloom stands her ground.

#fate the winx saga #winx fate #skloom

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stxrrywildflower · 4 years

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poker

pairing - spencer reid x reader

summary - poker night with the team

warnings - cursing

word count - ?

note - the relationships of each team member is a little mixed up, just assume all are still canon

you sat in your seat at the round table in the conference room. it had been a slow few days. no cases and paperwork had been done for hours. so naturally, the team decided to play poker. on his lunch break, rossi decided to go to his house and grab his cards and chips, just to make it feel more authentic. obviously, you weren’t betting anything.

you took a sip of your water and relaxed back into your chair as you looked around at your team. everyone had taken different ways to occupy themselves until rossi returned. finally, close to ten minutes later, rossi walked in carrying a silver briefcase containing the poker chips and cards. morgan followed in soon after, carrying boxes of take out and drinks. you greatfully accepted your usual order and began eating. rossi then began distributing cards and chips to the team members.

“everyone ready to start?” rossi asked.

you, as well the rest of your team, nodded. the first round progressed slowly. you and spencer had the best poker faces out of the entire team. you two would make eye contact with each other and smirk. finally spencer pushed all his chips towards the middle. you narrowed your eyes before doing the same.

“straight flush,” he revealed placing his cards on the table, slowly moving to collect the chips.

“shit!” you mumbled under your breath, playing your the act. “only cursing because i realized how incredible it is to finally beat you. royal flush,” you grinned, ignoring the shocked expressions on your teams faces as you collected all the chips from the center of the table.

game after game the only winners were you and spencer. finally, morgan grew sick of it.

“alright if pretty boy and pretty girl want to keep winning than we’re changing up the rules. if we don’t have a case, this saturday we’re going to rossi’s for dinner and then a poker night. this time it’s teams. bring your significant other and we’ll hopefully have a fun night,” derek announced.

you looked over at your boyfriend. ‘does he realize?’ you mouthed. spencer shook his head with a smile. ‘i don’t think so’ he mourning back. “hey hey hey, why my house?” rossi asked, confused on why he had been volunteered to host. the team all turned to look at him with straight expressions.

“okay fine. everyone can come over at 7 for dinner and poker at 8,” rossi agreed. the team all let our slight cheers before deciding to return to their desks, trying to find something to do. you smirked at derek who narrowed his eyes. he really had no idea.

____

saturday night rolled around and thankfully, the team was still without a case. those with kids found babysitters and the night was set. spencer got changed into pants and a simple blue button up shirt. he rolled the sleeves to his elbow and puffed them out a little bit. he then paired it with a simple black tie.

“you know what rolling up your sleeves does to me,” you called from the bathroom.

spencer smiled slightly at that. “that’s the whole point, love,” he replied. you then stepped out of the bathroom. you had on a pair of ripped skinny jeans with a loose slip satin tank top with lace on the sweetheart neckline that connected to thin straps which you paired it with black open heels. spencer complimented you with a kiss to your temple and the two of you were ready

arrived to rossi’s, spencer quickly parked the car and took your hand, guiding you up to the mansion. the two of you figured you shouldn’t walk in so you rang the doorbell. the door swung open to reveal derek. he was smiling but once he noticed the two of you, his grin fell. he quickly rushed away, leaving the door open.

“you think he noticed?” you asked laughing. “he definitely did,” spencer spoke as the two of you walked in.

derek rushed into the kitchen where everyone was, leaving you and spencer behind. hotch brought beth, j.j. had will, garcia was with sam, rossi and krystall were together, emily brought andrew, and finally derek had savannah.

“i messed up. i messed up really bad,” derek rushed out to savannah. this obviously gained the attention of the entire room. “what did you do now?” savannah teased.

“i wasn’t thinking. i only suggested pairs to have a better chance. i didn’t realize that they would be paired up!” derek spoke.

“who would be?” savannah replied to her boyfriend.

at that moment you and spencer walked into the kitchen, holding a bottle of wine for a gift. the room was quiet as you placed the bottle in front of rossi.

“oh my god we’re screwed,” savannah finally spoke once seeing the two do you. you shot spencer a grin as the group burst out laughing. this night was going to be fun.

after dinner, which was a delicious pasta meal prepared by rossi, everyone had settled in the game room around the poker table. each couple took an edge of the table which was designed for occasions like this. you sat with spencer, legs touching as rossi stood up.

“i know some of us have low hopes for the night due to our two geniuses being paired up,” rossi started, directing the first part at derek and the second part at you and spencer. you simply smiled and kissed your boyfriends cheek softly. “but still, let us have some fun and enjoy eachother company!” the team broke out into cheers.

“and let’s celebrate not having a friggin case for week!” emily added, raising her wine. the team was incredibly happy for that.

by the end of the night, you and spencer had sweept the game. except for one game where you two drew absolutely nothing. derek thought he had it in the bag but hotch and beth swooped in with four of a kind and took the round.

slowly, everyone began to trickle out of the house. you and spencer had thanked rossi a ton before you also excited. the car wasn’t parked incredibly far away which you were thankful for. the drive home as mostly silent, you and spencer enjoying each other’s company.

however, when you got back to your shared apartment, spencer began to take his tie off. you leaned against the door staring at the man in front of you. he glanced up, making eye contact with you. spencer then moved so he was barely a foot away from you.

“so my sleeves?” he whispered, breath hot on your skin. you didn’t reply at first but instead pressed your lips to his.

“yes your sleeves,” you spoke.

#criminal minds #criminal #spencer reid #spencer reid x oc #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #aaron hotchner #jennifer jareau #penelope garcia #emily prentiss #derek morgan #david rossi

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omoghouls · 3 years

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Could you grace us with a sexy Geralt one shot? 👀👉👈

I can try my darndest!☆

TLDR; aphrodisiac attack 😎

Sweat flew off his face as he dodged the flings of the monstrous mace aiming for the witcher. He gripped his sword, his timing was essential, one false move, a pace too close and he could kiss his life and the contract's payment goodbye.

"What else you got, piece of filth?" He growled between clenched teeth.

The monster hissed, swinging to face the witcher; it's dislocated jaw hung unnaturally low as it stared, a moment of stillness. But, only a moment as the creature swung it's jagged nails across the neck of the mutant.

Within seconds of the attack, the silver sword entered it's body. Geralt's hands tighted as he drug the sword down with a heavy hand; leaving the body the spilt in half and the monster to gurgle it's final screech.

Geralt inhaled sharply, letting his sword clatter to the muddied ground as he stumbled backwards. Immediately pulling his gloves off, non dominant hand clasping at his neck.

What was left from the beast swat left a deep burning sensation, festering beneath his flesh; what could best describe the feeling was like pouring beggartick juice onto an open wound.

Geralt hissed, removing his hand, inspecting his palm. His brows burrowed as no blood was present but rather, a clouded, semi-transparent blue fluid. He moved his hand closer to his nose.

Venom.

Although, not one he could distinguish.

Slowly he arose, picking up his sword and placing it in its shealth as he walked past the crumpled body. Taking one final look, one final smell of the oddly aromatic corspe before heading off and down the wooded trail to set up camp for the impending night.

The fire crackled and popped, casting shadows on the seated man's face. Geralt sat on the rotted log, basking in the warmth of the fire as he cleaned the gunk off his sword.

He blinked slowly, curiously feeling the warmth travel, although, leaving his head feeling a certain warmth, a fuzzy sensation as the heat traveled lower, settling as a pool of lava in his lower abdomen.

He froze.

This wasn't the sensations from the coziness from a camp fire.

The witcher lowered his sword to the side. His mind muttled and lost to the feverish urges that have quickly abd ubruptly crept in.

Lazily he glanced around as a hand traveled down his stomach, he lowly groaned when his fingers brushed against his clamy skin as he popped off the buttons to his breeches

Calloused fingers moved clumsily between his thighs; his hardened cock involuntarily grinding against his open palm, hand now slick with pre-cum.

Bizarre couldn't begin to describe this sudden onslaught of cardinal desires. Mear minutes before his mind had been clear, planning the next day's journeys. But now? Now he was left, alone in the woods and hornier than a wolf in heat.

Small gasps slipped past his parted lips as he slid off the log, letting himself lean back, gazing at the night's sky above as his hand curled around his cock; slow, beginning pumps allowing the slick to cover his length soon turned to messy jerking as the heat of arousal in his stomach grew more with each twitching touch.

His other hand clasped over his mouth when a moan mixed with a litter of swears left his throat as the wet noised filled the night's air. Without hesitation, his moved the hand once more, this time to his chest; slipping it beneath his shirt, groping at his own chest to further attempt to lessen this suffocating intoxication.

Hips twitching with every pump, toes curling in his shoes when he lifted his hips in the air with a final thrust.

Electricity spiked through his body, cum spilling over his hand and, subsequently, the ground beneath him with a whimpering, panting moan.

The witcher's heart thudded against his chest as he lay there; forearm covering his eyes as he regained his composure.

Slowly but surely his body came down from its high, the post-bliss turning to pure confusion as he sat up, shuddering at the sweat dampened clothing that clung to his his trembling body.

Geralt stared at his hand before quickly wipping evidence of his actions away with the nearby rag before shuffling to his rolled out bedding, letting his body hit the ground before he fell into a deep sleep.

"Thank ye' Witcher," the townsman said as he was handed the good news.

"It was nothing I haven't done before," Geralt said, "although, you hadn't said exactly /why/ these men traveled so far from the village for this beast?"

The man clasped his hands together, "Ah, t'all say they smelled a fair maiden's natural scent, a rather fertile one my lad had said as he watched Yaron be sweept away," he explained.

Geralt simply nodded, giving a small thanks as he made his way out of the town. Pausing to stare at his reflection in the window, tilting his head up to look at his neck.

A heart shaped etched into his skin.

It all clicked in the witcher's mind.

A highly cursed succubus, her nails filled with a potent aphrodisiac, one that would kill the common folk.

But leave a witcher aching for a certain relief.

#nsft #m #geralt of rivia

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floofy-grumpuses · 3 years

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They does really Get spoken word but LIz is tied up in their hive mind somewhat and she;s protecting her emotions a whole ton. immagine being a fairly simple, but hungry creature suddenly sweept away by not only complex and forgin emotions, but suddenly having an entire laungage shoved in your head to explain the contect of swear words. -Heartbreaker

JSIIJSO- Poor bugsnax (but also they are mean)

#bugsnax

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lilbluespeedster · 3 years

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"Did you ever any plans before...y'know, all this?" The question was abrupt but curious all the same. Arrow always wondered what his alternates had planned to do before the hero life had sweept them up and taken them away. "I always wanted t' be a musician myself but...life had other plans."

"I really didn't have much planned...We had just taken down Robuttnik for what we thought was the last time...I was still processing the whole thing really. I had made a choice that I thought that I won't have made, but in the end you can't really trust a madman... Me and Tails knew we wanted to do something, but before we could figure it all out...It all got whisked away."

*Lil' could only think for a moment before looking at Arrow. The mention of his own dreams gave him something to reflect on...Arrow knew what he wanted but had a change of plans, yet he himself didn't have anything to look forward to yet.*

"You know, it's not too late for that. You've already got the fame and the talent for it. Go out there and be a musician! It doesn't have to take away from all of your other responsibilities either. I'm sure you would be a great guitarist."

#IC #Ask Prompt #chaosworthy

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waxysoulweaving · 4 years

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I wanna play DnD so bad. Please someone grant my wish. I just wanna be sweept away into a world of fantasy and adventure.

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versailvino · 4 years

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a debt that has been paid || oliver x mc [distant shores fanfic] uninvoked feelings II

I am back with another Oliver fanfic. This is a part two to whatever a heart desires, which you can find in my profile.

Notes:

# mc’s name is James Whitlock

# english is not my first language

# i love oliver.

Warnings:

# angst

# hurt/blood

Tags:

@keviriass [special dedication to you, because you pushed me to write it, thanks ❤️] @bellaraines @lolimugly @wayhavensmasonsbitch

Summary:

He knew the navy will get to them one day. And when they do, the only thing left is to fight for freedom, even if it means to fight someone the heart desires over everything else...

As soon as James saw a navy ship on the horizon, he knew they were in trouble. So when minutes later he heard Edward screaming:

"They’re trying to board! Everyone, get yer weapons ready!", he grabbed his sword and ran to join the crew on board.

He was right on time to see a big ship full of navy men get closer to Poseidon’s Revenge. James pointed his sword at the nearest navy sailor, as he slowly approached him. A couple more of unknown men stepped on the board, then got out of the way as to make a place for someone else to enter.

And then James took a glance at a familiar man, who’s long hair were tied at the back of his head, hidden beneath a black captain’s hat. His face was calm, but voice was filled with rage.

"Edward Mortemer, surrender yourself along with your crew and the navy will promise you a quick death!"

Edward came closer, pointing his sword straight at Oliver’s chest.

"And if we don’t surrender?"

Oliver threw him a scowling glance.

"Then we shall solve it in a fight."

Edward said nothing, instead threw himself straight into Oliver with a yell.

At once, every navy man attacked, and James found himself surrounded by three of the sailors. He took better hold of his sword, and then attacked one of them, quickly disarmed him and punched in the face. The following two were also greeted with James' fury and a series of kicks, but one of them managed to kick him in the chin and, as James stumbled, he heard a quick "Duck!". Next moment he heard a shot and when he finally took a glance at his opponent, he was dead on the floor with a gun wound on his forehead. James turned back and saw Charlie with a gun pointed straight at another sailor, before she pulled the trigger and jumped to the next enemy.

"Next time better watch yer back, love!" she shouted, as they fought another two men.

Blood dripped off of his chin, when James jumped over one of the sailors and ended him with a slash of his sword. Just as he was about to fight off another one, he heard Edward’s scream of pain. He doged and looked to where the captain layed on the floor, his sword a few feet away. Oliver stood tall beside him and pointed his sword to Edward’s throat.

"Oh no, does that mean we lost?" James thought, but then looked at Edward once again and could see in his eyes that he never will let the navy win. With a yell, Edward kicked Oliver and jerked up, grabbing his sword along the way. The fight started again, and even more screams filled the air along with the sound of sword hitting a sword.

James finished off a dozen more of sailors and then found himself back to back with Edward, as a couple more of their enemies circled them, cutting away form Oliver.

"Mr. Whitlock, do you mind if I borrow this for a second?" Edward asked, and, without waithing for James’ response, took his sword. Then he took a step back, and jumped over the men surrounding them. Disposing them took him only a couple of seconds, and when he found himself again by James' side, he threw him his sword with a quick "Thank ye".

In the heat of the fight James didn’t realise when he was sweept away from Edward and suddenly he found himself face to face with...

"Oliver. What a pleasure to meet you again."

James grinned, as he reflected Oliver's blade with his own.

They circled each other for a moment, and then Oliver attacked again.

His movements were smooth and fast, just as if he was born with a sword in hand.

James dodged another blow, and grinned.

"You are good with a sword."

"Why, thank you. It took years of practice. You are not so bad yourself, James."

"You flatter me, I’ve only held a sword a couple of times."

"Then you indeed are insanely skilled."

Unexpectedly, James found himself pressed against the wall, with Oliver's body close to him, their chests pressing against each other as they breathed hard. He could feel a blade held tight to his neck, and Oliver’s fingers caressed his wounded chin.

James winced in pain.

"Ah, I am sorry James. I did not intend to cause you any pain. "

Then Oliver slightly bowed his head to whisper into James' ear.

"Surrender, James, and we will both be able to escape."

"What about Edward and the crew?"

"They will be judged and later hanged for their crimes."

For a moment, a silence fell between them. Then, as James tilted his head, his lips closer to the other man's, he whispered

"Oliver..."

And then he moved, as he pinned Oliver against the wall, this time taking his sword and throwing it behind him.

"I can’t let you do this..."

Their lips met only for a quick moment, before he heard his name being screamed. He turned back just as a stray navy sailor swung a sword at him.

James kicked him, and swung his blade, ending his life. Next moment, more of them arrived, yelling in rage. And as Oliver tried to parry their blows, his blade sunk into James's side.

James yelled in pain, stumbling on the floor. When he looked down, his shirt was soaked with fresh, red blood flowing from the wound. As he tried to stop the bleeding with his hand,he saw Oliver getting shot by Edward, and then the captain got to him.

The pirate was yanking him and yelling something, but James couldnt quite understand the words. As he looked back, all he saw were navy men dropping their weapons, and Edward kicking Oliver in rage.

James gathered himself with the last of his strenght, and approached Edward, holding him back and yelling:

"Leave him, he’s hurt!”

Edward tried to jerk away, screaming back:

"So are you, James! This goddamn navy dog hurt you and i will make him pay!"

After a moment more of fighting, Edward gave up.

"I am sorry, James, I failed you" he muttered "Forgive me..."

James eyed Oliver, laying bloodied on the deck. He looked him as well, with those familiar brown eyes, this time filled with pain.

Edward gathered himself and angrily adressed Charlie:

"Throw the alive in the locker and get rid of the bodies."

She nodded in understatment.

Eyeing Oliver, he scowled.

"As for this one here, lock him away from the others. I will take care of him later.”

The captain spat on the floor, near Oliver’s body, and walked away towards his cabbin.

James took a last glance at the lieutenant, as Henry jerked him away.

#choices: stories you play #play choices #distant shores #oliver distant shores #distant shores oliver #oliver ds #ds oliver #lieutenant oliver #oliver the lieutenant #oliver x mc #mc: james whitlock #i love oliver beyond words #uninvoked feelings series #gfawrites

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haikyuulovercompany · 4 years

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Bunny my dear, I’m still here if you need me ❤️! I know I haven’t been as active in the Haikyuu fandom but that doesn’t mean I don’t care! And on a different note, I recognise that behaviour and it’s nothing to be sorry for! You are quite enough as you are. But social media is a real pain, know why? Because it’s seldom as nice and wonderful as they portray their lives to be. It’s just so hard not to sweept away by the exterior. ❤️

Thank you, darling 💜 it is a real pain sometimes! It can be overwhelming for some of us! Ily and thank u again 💜

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talkoverfrenchfries · 4 years

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Zu Goes Under

Zu had spent, presumably, all day on the latest line of toys intended to sell away. It wasn’t until the work alarm went off that he realized that he should have checked with all the other workers underground a long time ago. As much as Zu lives in an skyscraper building, it was more like his house than anything. All the work done for the company is accomplished underground.

Zu takes the elevator all the way to the ground floor. Then he went to the back room from the front door and typed in something on a nearby screen on a stand. That made the floor open up and make a platform show up. The 80s ant stepped on it and let the platform take him back down.

Zu watched as he went down the dirt tunnels, still on the platform. Everything was lit up by multicolored chinese lanterns, something of which that visually appealed to Zu. The ant demon never ceased being enthralled by them as he swooshed past them.

It wasn’t long before he made it to the work room. It was wide open space with rows of desks, someone at each one. The place was lit up more properly so that everyone there can see what they’re doing. Cool air was being blasted through the vents that were set up there. Everyone present turned their heads up when they heard Zu coming in.

Of course, they stopped working and either waved to him or, as many of them did, got up and hugged the ant demon.

“Whoa, whoa, everybody, calm down! And you were working! I just wanted to check on you guys!”

“Oh, but Zuuuuu, we’re just happy to see you!” a humanoid male with black eye sockets exclaimed. He seemed like he came from 70s.

“Yeah, there’s not that many men down here worth a damn!” A female hellhound has shouted that.

“Whoa, hey, stop with the groping! STOP WITH THE GROPING!”

At the shouted command, the demons surrounding Zu, men and women alike, made sure to back away. Though some had to be pulled away to let go at all. Most people there couldn’t help but laugh at the ant demon’s reaction. It was partly why they always did it whenever he showed up. Zu took the moments he was given taking deep breaths. Once he was done, a big ol’ smile returned to his face.

“Hello, everyone, I’m guessing everything’s been good?”

“Yeah, of course, we are! We always are down here!” A moth demoness answered.

“Well, that’s great, everyone, but I’m just gonna check on the progress you’ve all made and then I’ll get back to work myself.” Moans and groans all around. “Don’t give me any of that. You know I still spend time with you.”

“But not enough!” Someone from the distance complained.

“What can I say? I’m busy, like, all the time. Or, practically all the time. Look, if I said I’ll hang out, I’ll hang out. You all still got each other at least. Now come on, show me your progress already.”

Several workers volunteered, Zu eventually settling on the actual supervisor, who is a mix of a lioness and lizard, what with top half and tail of the former animal and legs of the latter animal. It took longer than Zu wanted to just check on progress. So many were trying to talk to him and invite him. Some even tried initiating sex. It was frustrating to Zu, especially when he had to keep everyone at an emotional distance. Eventually, the 80s ant managed to do what he wanted and was ready to bolt. However, he was stopped yet again. This time, it was by a male hellhound.

“Hey, Zu, wait up!”

“Ok, Cross, I have been stopped by practically everybody else here and I told them all the same thing-”

“I know, I know, I just... I just wanted to.. ask you something, yeah!”

Zu doubted it but decided to give the benefit of the doubt. “Ok, what is it?”

Cross got in close to Zu, the latter leaning away. The ant demon’s smile didn’t fade but it did twitch. One could probably tell only if one was looking for it.

“You let us have sex and shit if we work it around our schedules, right? Well, what about you? You join me for some...”

“No.” Zu answered bluntly, cutting him off. He definitely had no interest in doing things like that. Not with strangers, anyways.

A mocking scoff. “I knew it.”

Oh, this was gonna be good, Zu thought. He knew he couldn’t count on the supervisor to intervene; she’s too apathetic to really care about anything other than her job.

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t play dumb with me. You’re some limp dick freak, never having sex with anybody.”

“As unnatural as it may be to you, no one’s ever been dammed to Hell for not having an interest in sex whatsoever.”

“You know, it’s sad that you can’t get it up. You might as well just be a toy for people to use to get off.”

“What does it even matter to you? Surely, you can find anyone else who can and would want to have sex with you.”

“...What is that ‘would’ supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.”

“Bullshit! I can so as fuck do it whenever I want, with whoever. In fact, I’ll prove it right n-”

Zu didn’t let Cross finish, not when he sweept the canine’s legs and made him fall to the ground. The next thing the hellhound knew, the ant demon was on top of him, resting an ungloved hand on the top of the snout by the fingers, his palm hovering just inches above.

“I think you need to forget that this confrontation ever happened. Don’t you agree?”

Cross gave a nasty sneer, getting ready to flip Zu off of him. However, that was when the 80s ant pressed his palm on the snout. Then there was a flash of orange light and made Cross look in front of him in a daze.

Zu quickly got off of him, dusting himself off. The half-lioness, half-lizard woman was still looking away, still intending not to get involved. Though now she seemed a little troubled. Not that the ant demon paid it any mind.

Cross soon sat up, looking confused. “Wait, what was I doing?”

“Oh, nothing, nothing at all,” Zu replied, trying to get the hellhound out of his sight. “You just wanted to ask about making time in your day for some personal time to yourself.”

“Huh, really? Weird, I don’t remem-ah!” The hellhound was cut off when he tried to remember, the symbol of Zu’s power flashing on his snout.

“You should give your head a rest. You landed hard on the ground and felt pain from it. You might feel more pain if you try thinking too hard, like how you did just now.” Not completely the truth but at least it’s not completely lies.

“Yeah, I guess... I guess you’re right. See ya, Zu.”

At that, the demonic canine have left, leaving the 80s ant where he was. Then the latter turned to the half-lioness, half-lizard, smile just as present as ever on his face.

“Well, if that’s everything, I’ll be on my way. You know to take care of everything you need to, right?”

The half-lioness, half-lizard nodded and then went on her way. Zu took the platform that would take him back up to the surface of Hell.

Zu talks back to the lobby to check in his receptionist, a female imp who goes by Kayla Koko, or double K or Koko or Kay as nicknames.

“Hey, Kay, it’s been slow today, right?”

Kay was busy reading a magazine, not looking up as she answered, “yep. And that was your first question. Use your next nine careful-like, ya hear me?”

Zu rolled his eyes, annoyed that his receptionist actually put a limit on how many questions to ask her per day. Just because he was probably a little annoying always trying to make conversation. As much as Zu has to put everyone at a distance, it didn’t mean that he didn’t want to talk to anybody ever during his existence.

“Ok, have you checked inventory?”

“Yep. You’re gonna wanna restock. Here’s a list.” At that, the female imp had slid a piece of paper towards the ant demon. “Eight to go.” She still never looked up from the magazine, even turning a page in it.

Zu took the list and looked it over. Then he was surprised at the amount that was used up. He was gonna have to restock practically everything!”

“Are- are you serious? This much? Goddamn, shopping trips are just the worst in hell!”

“Six questions to go. And that was one statement used. Nine to go on that one.”

“Wha- those two questions don’t count! My complaint doesn’t, either!”

“Argue all you want with me. It’s just making the counters go down faster.”

Zu let out a groan, his smile still not faltering. He was determined not to be visibly upset over a receptionist who clearly didn’t know her position between herself and him. Zu decided that he needed to take care of this first. Then he can have a clearer head for dealing with Kayla.

The ant demon looked towards the front door, knowing that he’ll have to go outside just for more parts to his toys. He groaned, not looking forward to it. It is Hell so outside’s not the best place to be. Still, Zu couldn’t bear the thought of having anyone else he knows do it for him. So the ant demon gets his cards and some cash and steps out the door. He makes sure to tell his receptionist to take care of any clients who want an appointment while he’s gone.

Kayla just had to say that Zu had seven statements to say to her to go as he left.

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Hazbin Hotel is property Vivziepop and her Hazbin Crew. As for all the random OCs, they were those I made up for the moment I needed them, I can’t imagine I’ll get too deep into them

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Ongaku to hito (music and people) - February 2003 Album: Mona Lisa Overdrive

Atsushi Sakurai (Vocal) Interview by Hirofumi Kanemitsu

First, about the single "Zangai (vestiges) ". What a title once more.

Really ? (laughs)

The part where you say : "I won't dream anymore that tomorrow would come", is particularly powerful.

In this song, I thought showing courage for keeping up appearences... was a bit... Heroism different from the hero who is usually accepted ? Maybe it's that kind of aspect I wanted to see, to evoke what I don't want to see in me.

This is what appears in the heart of this song ?

Yes.

I found these lyrics put particularly the words in front. Previously, there was the album "Kyokutou I love you" (Far East I love you). In that album, I think you were partly influenced by events like terrorism which occured at that moment, the situations you saw through television. I also felt your sight got very wider. But this single shows that, again, you started going round in circles inside you ?

Yes... How can I explain it ? At the period of "Kyokutou...", feelings like fear, anger, sorrow, were of course strongly boiling in me. I just thought I assimilated and expressed them my own way. But, even if they were accumulated in my heart as informations through television or caracters, I thought at the end what can I do. If I go there, leaving everything behind me, what can I really do. After saying that, I realized there was nothing. Just living my everyday life.

And you can't even participate to voluntary helps.

(laughs) What can I do there.

... Like making collections.

(bursts out laughing)

You mean, instead of such sort of chimera, you'd prefer what is more realistic for you.

Yes. It's in my temperament to torture my spirit.

So, this appeared in your lyrics, and you returned to your interior conflict.

That's right.

And after this return, what do you think about yourself ?

Whatever people could say... talking that way is a bit unpleasant but (laughs), I thought it really suits me. I write to make the songs listen to people, and maybe I repeat what everyone thinks : "ok we already know this aspect of you" but, this is more kind of healthy for me (laughs), more a honest way of expression.

Instead of daring opening your heart and singing for something, being yourself that way is really of life-size for you.

Yes.

But the lyrics of "Girl" written by Imai are, in opposition to yours, full of hope.

Yes indeed. By accident, it was while we were recording quite hard songs like " Zangai " or "Monster" that I had to memorize these lyrics. I had in a way to dodge it (laughs). Maybe I was too forcing myself but, I felt a gap.

This song draws themes from "Bladerunner (of squall)", like hope or light. I was wondering how you were feeling while you were singing it.

Well, I have the position of the one who directly pronounces words, have I ? These aren't my own lyrics so, the tension of course wasn' t evident. So, I put aside the feelings and sang simply, paying ordinarily attention to the variations of rythm and melody. But I suddenly thought : is it really right ? One day, there, I even asked Imai kind of : "maybe you should sing it ?"

... And what did he say ?

He ignored me.

Hahahahaha. It's true this time there are many songs Imai himself writes and sings. It seems he sings a conception of the world which is in opposition to yours, but finally you both make for the same direction.

But it's not intentional, just natural. The course of all what we've been doing so far is the current arrival point. And if we go to the next scene, this time I sing a song about flowers which come into bloom, and Imai is in a destructive mode. I think the way things take place will change variously, but it's while Imai is working that I write lyrics, and it's in the second half that Imai's lyrics come. And there, there's never discordance, curiously.

There is a coherence.

Yes. Just like if there was... kind of imbrication.

The convex and the concave.

Yes exactly (laughs). In music, like in other jobs, if we are walking aiming together the same goal, I think at the end the landscape which appears in front of all of us is probably the same one. Each person has his own personality, his own lifestyle. So even someone who appears exactly contrary to oneself sees the same landscape.

Then, in this new album, what kind of landscape you both see.

... An uppercut.

... An... uppercut ??

We have that feeling (laughs). Talking about angle, speed, it comes from that meaning.

But if we consider the hole course, in march there was the album "Kyokutou I love you", with at the end a track called " Continue" which let suppose a continuation, and this is linked to the new album "Mona Lisa Overdrive". Dividing roughly, everyone would feel in "Kyokutou..." Sakurai's colours appear, and in "Mona Lisa..." Imai's colours are stronger.

Indeed, I thought it was probably what you say. But, honestly, at the time of "Kyokutou...", I was desoriented. It was just after Schwein and, personally, I wished to remain on that tension, this very high and sharp sensation. So if we did a "Mona Lisa..." like album, it wouldn't have been surprising at all. I have the feeling that at this moment I once got my breath back and then I entered the album. But this time, I could work without any feeling of discord.

You mean this intensity and let-all-unveil impulse you got at the time of Schwein still go on inside you ?

I think so. About "Kyokutou...", more than that my colours were stronger, that kind of melodies probably fit me, like my voice which was honeyed.

Then, what about the direction of "Mona Lisa..." ...

Maybe because we did "Kyokutou...", I thought kind of : that's what I was waiting for Imai-chan (laughs).

Ahahahaha.

I think it was really good that way. If we did this album just after Schwein, maybe we were exhausted.

Did Imai plan all this...

Probably... not (laughs).

Hahaha. So you feel highly satisfied with it.

Yes. At the beginning, since my lyrics weren't numerous, I thought maybe I didn't say all. But in compensation I could give more power to my singing. About timing, at the moment of "Girl" I dodged, but for "Buster", "Nakayubi (Middle finger)" or "Mona Lisa" which came after, I really like the melodies and the choice of the words.

But in "Ai no uta (love song)" when you say "you", it has a different meaning only in this song. It seems it makes a pair with Imai's "Bladerunner of squall", to be a song of gratitude written by you.

Yes... Said in a good way, if I had one thing I could do, is it that kind of feeling ? I'd respect people, I'd think I want to treat them very preciously.

Preciously ?

I mean "if possible" (laughs). I mean, I don't want them to feel hurt, to be piqued. And I wish that feeling of mine could be communicated to people around. But then it would look like a rat meeting (laughs) (note : reference to the song "Kagirinaku nezumi (infinitely rat)" ?)

A Sakurai rat meeting (laughs).

But I think it would be good if communicated that way. This is a song which says, it would be great if you were happy... (smile).

How to say, globally, including such sort of feeling, we can strongly feel your desire for living.

It's not consciously, but I think anybody is bursting with desire for living too. These honest persons make open my eyes. Whatever job they do, they want to live... but I think noone is living thinking : "I have to live" (laughs), they just live instinctively. Having this kind of courage. The eyes of the children of the developing countries we can often see. But maybe this is an inappropriate expression.

You mean a feeling that they are not just kept alive.

I am impressed and feel like attracted by persons who do things by themselves, attacking always and more with a great strength.

But although you say you are useless, singing "I am that kind of person", I strongly felt this sort of hope exists somewhere in you, when I listened to the hole album.

Well before... I probably was kind of deceiving by keeping up appearances. Not that I am analysing myself (bitter smile). Now, by writing, even if it's frightening... thinking more about today than tomorrow. I think it would be good if there was a strong vital strenght there. Not a long lasting vitality, but of now. Of each instant...

You mean you have to live more realistically.

Maybe this part of my desire has grown.

But in this album, isn't it the first time you sing so many lyrics of Imai ?

Yes it is. I thought maybe he had many things to express ? But the fact we did "Kyokutou" was surely determining. So, for Imai my colours were stronger too, for the peaceful and melodious side. And he wanted, not to sweept it away but, to struggle his own way. By struggle I mean not desperately, but in the meaning : "I can surely change it somehow" (laughs).

Coming back to the eyes stuff you talked about, are there instants where, like this exemple, you strongly feel someone is living there ?

You know, it depends on my antenna, it can be intercepted like it could enter me without restraint. When I walk in the town and see a beautiful woman going to job or kind of, I think : "her profile looks sad", and : "but for living, she has to...", creating myself dramas (laughs).

There are lively persons like there can be people whose eyes are like dead.

Yes, indeed. As far as I am concerned, if I am taken the singing, no value will remain in me (laughs).

Then you are living in your songs.

It's not something that cool (laughs). Of course, they belong to the ones who create them, but I think it would be bad if they aren't also of the ones who listen to them. I want them to be listened while driving at full speed, or during that kind of moments (laughs).

In the lyrics of "Limbo", you have included phrases like "Six/Nine" or "Just one more kiss".

I simpy thought it would be nice if the audience was enthusiastic about it at lives.

This means your part which wishes to make people enjoy, like what you said a moment ago, is showing itself.

I think so, but I think it's more than little compared to Imai (laughs).

I have the impression this has appeared openly around "Kyokutou", especially "Bladerunner of squall".

It's probably it.

How can you explain it.

Well.................... Maybe it can be sumed up to the word "gratitude".

Then, if you compare this album to the previous ones, which one is close to it ?

.... Talking about the personal tension I would say "Six/Nine", or "Hurry Up Mode" for the silly side (laughs).

Hahaha. But I think what is there are simply impulse or interior vitality.

Yes... We didn't favour any concept but, as a result what you say was brought out. It would be great if the listeners could have that kind of feeling, even if they don't realize it by the words, but if their heartbeat could speed up just a bit, that kind of phenomenon.

I think we can really be communicated this feeling of your strength being here, that you can move forward however much there is a conflict in you, that you can step forward. Thought only reading your lyrics I have the impression you are marking time.

Maybe you are right. Particularly concerning me. Because it's about "Zangai (vestiges)" (laughs).

Please don't laugh at yourself (laughs).

But........ actually that's not right. I am probably very negative but, I have the will to move, to go. It stirs in me. Even left alone, I can't stay at one place. As long as there is vitality in me.

--fin

translation: hyluko [livejournal] scans: tigerpal [livejournal]

NOTE: these translations are not mine also might not be very accurate. i took them from hyluko’s site using the wayback machine. thought they’re great to share. if the owner is around and wants me to take them down i will!

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jinxthequeergirl · 5 years

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After you're gone

Ben hargeeves x reader

Summary: as one of the other 43 kids born that day you where unaware of your abilitys until they took the thing you loved the most ruining your life until you run into a strange group

Warning: swearing

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17 years ago:

You slammed the bag on to the table.

"That enough?" the man behind the counter looked up at you and guestured for you to spill it's contents.

You huffed grabbing the bottom of the bag and yanking it to let everything fall on to the table. He leaned forward examining everything.

"Looks like you're a few bucks short kid."

"What the hell do you mean?"

"I mean what I said!"

You narrowed your eyes at him and began to scoop everything into the bag again. "Hold up!" he placed a hand over top of your's stopping you. You froze staring at his hand before yanking it free.

"I'll cut you in on a deal."

"Oh Yea?" you fixed the gloves on your hands and looked at him annoyed. "Sure! You need it and I'm a good guy kid so listen up!" he kicked his legs back up onto the table. "I heard a few guys who owe me money are robbing a bank in town...I feel it's safe to say they aren't bringing me that money....so maybe.."

You huffed. "You have all these men all these residents struggling to make a living yet you send a 13 year old girl to do your dirty work!"

He smirked and shrugged. "We don't call you Robin Hood for nothing."

"You don't call me that." you turned to walk out as he called after you. "Tomorrow afternoon twelve sharp my dear thief!"

You climbed up the stairs to your small room of an apartment.

It wasn't always like this. You thought back to it as you jumped over the two missing steps in the stair.

You where Ten. No.

Nine. You where nine when your mom died and left you to this dump.

"Hey Lindsay." You knelt down and pet the cat outside your door and looked at the older girl. "What the boss say short stack?"

She got you in to this place she was only six years older than you at this point but with the way she acted you would have guessed she was a 60 year old woman trapped in her body.

"I was a few bucks short..."

"Oh?"

"And I have to Rob a bank to pay the rest off."

"Oh! That'll be fun yet again you're his lovely little eran girl ready to swoop in and save the day!"

You rolled your eyes and stepped inside of the apartment. Lindsay may have been the one to take you under her wind in this place but you quickly took her place as favioret and she despised that "Goodnight linds."

"Night brat."

The door slammed shut causing the wall's to shake and flakes of dry wall to crumble to the floor.

You floped onto the matters on the floor and stared up at the ceiling run through your plan for tomorrow.

The plan? There was no plan. You learned pretty easie that there where never plans. If there where they didn't help they just set a guid line of what SHOULD happen and how it SHOULD go but it's not how it works.

You turned over on your side settling on the fact that you would just have to wing it and hope you got what you needed. And enough of it without being caught by the police or the criminals.

"You have exactly two hours to get down there and decide on what it is you plan on doing."

You peered up at Lindsay from your bed sneering. "I know what I'm doing go away!"

"Then you better get going small fry."

You groaned and sat up. "Fine!"

She looked at you with a smirk as you tied your hair up, threw your coat on over your hoodie and grab you bag before sliding the window open.

"Good luck!" you flipped her off before sliding out the window.

The street outside of the bank showed no sighn that a robbery was to take place. You examined it before stepping inside examining the people inside. Nothing. Just normal people not a single one looked out of place or unusual. You sighed and made your way over to a bench waiting for something to happen. You pulled at the fingers on your gloves pulling them halfway off until you stopped and slid them back on. You repetad that process for for a while until something finally happened.

"EVERYONE ON THE GROUND!" your head shot up and you spotted several men with large bags and guns. Finally.

You noticed A few of the men slid into the vault. You stood up and sprinted over to it but some one caught your hood and pulled you down. "What the he-" a boy around your age in a school boy uniform and domino mask sat infront of you and covered your mouth.

You furrowed your brows at him as he peered past the counter. The gun shots from behind you caused you to jump. "Stay here!" he got up and crawled past you. "Wait!" you turned to follow after him but stoped when another kid crashed through the glass ceiling and took two guys out.

The one who tackled you was gone you. looked across the way to see a girl whispering in one of the guys ears. And another not even paying attention as a guy snuck up behind him. "Shit! Hey kid!" you got up and ran to him and sweept his legs out from under him before pulling your glove off and grabbing the guys writst to disarm him.

The man winced in pain as you held his wrist as green started to spread through his veins all the way from there you held his wrist all the way up his arm. He pulled away in fear holding his arm screaming as it continued to travel through his body like a plague eventually leaving him to collapse to the floor.

You stepped back quickly putting your glove back on before turning to the kid. "You alright?"

He stared at you in awe. "You did that?"

You offered a hand as more gun shots ring out and another man fell to the floor beside you. "Yea...no big deal." He was a smaller boy but looked like he was the same age like the other with same outfit and dark neat hair. "Than-"

He was cut off.

"Ben!" you both turned to the rest of the kids. He stepped forward. "Do I have too?" he stepped forward giving you the chance to get out. You ran and hid behind one of the counters.

The boy turned to where you stood but saw you where gone and sighed walking over to the other kids. "I didn't sign up for this..."

You peered over the counter and stared in shock at the monster that demolished all the men left in the vault. "Holy fuck..." the boy named Ben came out of the vault covered in blood. "Can we go home?"

After the gang of kids let all the hostigas go you stuck behind hoping to slip into the vault then out the back. You got up once you though the other kids where gone and headed over. "How old are you?"

You froze and turned to Ben and one of the kids. "Old enough why?"

"Really how old are you? Because If your as old as I think you are that means your like us...that means dad might wanna meet you."

The other kid said. "I'm 13..."

The boys exchanged a look. "I'm Ben this is my brother klaus...he saw what you did too..."

Now:

You sighed to yourself as you climbed up the step to the large house.

"Why am I even doing this?.." you bit your lip And knocked on the door waiting for an answer.

When the door opened both you and the girl on the other side exchanged a surprised look.

"Y/n!"

"Vanya!... Hi!"

"Hi uh its...it's Good to see you...come in!"

"Sorry about your father..." she waved you off as she shut the door. "Its not a big deal..."

Even as a kid you couldn't talk to vanya. You never knew how or what to say. "Oh well I uh read your book!"

"Oh really?"

"Yea I really liked it actually" she gave a heartless chuckle. "At least someone did..."

"I'm taking it they didn't take it well?"

"They hate me." You looked at her. "I...im Sure that's not-"

"It's fine Y/n, What are you doing here?"

"I heard the news about Reginald obviously so I though I would check in on...on klaus...is he here yet?"

She looked at you as you looked around your eyes landing in the window that lead to the yard. You stared at the copper figure that sat outside.

"I haven't see him yet...but feel free to stay I'll let him know your here if I see him." you continued to state and nodded at her. "Ok...ok thanks..."

17 years ago:

"Absolutely not!"

You jumped at the old man's sudden telling at the boys in front of you.

"Dad c'mon she's just like us! You shod have seen what she did to that guy back at the bank!" klaus held your shoulders presenting you to his and bens father.

"She also dosent have a home." Ben steped in front of you trying to persuade Him even more.

"Number 6! Number 4! I do not appreciate you brining this young lady into our home! And attempting to make her one of us which she is not! And will not be!"

You could see three of the other kids looking at you with looks of what you could only read as disgust from behind him.

You shook yourself free from klaus. "You know what it dosent matter I don't wanna be part of your silly little super hero cult anyways!"

"Y/n!" Ben called after you as you hurried to the front door. "No I'm sorry thank for your efforts ben...and klaus but I've been on my own plenty I'll get over it."

You shut the door behind you and hurried down the street to head back home.

"Hey! Hey wait up!" you glanced behind you and found Ben and klaus running after you.

"What are you two doing?"

"Listen kiddo we feel bad for the situation your in and well everything back there so-"

"We're hoping to be friends." Ben cut klaus off again. "Yea!" klaus wrapped his arm around you as the three of you continued to walk.

You smiled and nodded. "Alright..."

"C'mon lets get something to eat!" Ben grabbed your hand and lead you down the street

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