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midnight-in-town · 5 years

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Hi I’m very confused on the shiemi part of the chapter. Is that shiemi or is that her mom? I’m so lost. I’m still new to this so everything is confusing. Someone said “nothing must happen to the child she’s carrying”. This line makes me think that’s her mom carrying the shiemi we know but then I see someone in there too that looks like her mom currently

Hello Anon! And welcome to the fandom, from what I gather? :)

Is that shiemi or is that her mom? Someone said “nothing must happen to the child she’s carrying”. This line makes me think that’s her mom carrying the shiemi we know but then I see someone in there too that looks like her mom currently

No worries though, this part of the chapter…

had everyone surprised and indeed, in my opinion, “Shiemi” in this chapter is our Shiemi’s mom while “Shemihaza” is our Shiemi’s grandmother.

As for that Ilya dude, maybe it’s our Shiemi’s dad, I mean I don’t know, but I think we’re many to have guessed that the Uzai family has possibly been fathering Shemihaza’s hosts/nephilims for several generations now. x)

I loved this part of the chapter though, because I find it’s particularly significant and giving us many clues at once. First of all, it tells us that Shemihaza can withstand possession/Satan’s powers…

…which fits with how our Shiemi countered demon!Rin’s awakening/outburst from a little while ago.

Second of all, rather than a name, I think “Shiemi” is actually a title, just like “Shemihaza”. “Shemihaza” is one of the Grigori, one of the wised 3, the current matriarch of the Moriyama family, while “Shiemi” probably refers to her heir: the next Shemihaza to be.

So, back during the Blue Night, “Shemihaza” was our Shiemi’s grandmother, while “Shiemi” was her mother. Now her mother is Shemihaza while our lovely Shiemi is, in fact, “Shiemi”; until her mother retires and she will take on the Shemihaza position as her own daughter becomes the next “Shiemi”.

In theory of course. After all, it’s so very dehumanizing (thanks for nothing, Uzai family) that it calls for the full circle to be broken.

In fact we saw this kind of family curse in the story previously, with Izumo’s arc…

…as well as Shura’s…

…and one could say that Renzou’s arc is headed the same way, even if it’s less a family curse than Renzou feeling like he doesn’t have his own identity.

The story is full of examples like this: the clones of Section 13, Shura, Izumo, Renzou/Takezou, even Rin and Satan… However, if Izumo and Shura managed to break their curse (with help), there is no reason to think that Shiemi won’t be able to teach a lesson to the Uzai family, once she figures out that she doesn’t have to abandon the future she wanted to satisfy their schemes.

And I already mentioned before who I think is meant to be helpful for her predicament, acting as temptation or simply as the necessary trigger. [x][x]

With each passing chapter, the Order is meant to be going down anyway. It started way before the Blue Night, it almost happened during this terrible incident, but now that all Hell has broken loose (literally), it’s steadily coming up and I can’t wait for it. :))

TL;DR Shiemi’s mom was pregnant with our Shiemi during the Blue Night. And while the Uzai family believes that Shiemi is the same terrified and helpless little child that she used to be…

…we readers know that it’s far from being true.

Getting to discover the world and other people is how Izumo and Shura managed to break free from their respective family curse. Shiemi will be no different, it’s just that the consequences of such a rebellion may trigger the end of the Order as we know it. :D

I hope it answers your question, have a great day Anon! :))

Hello Anon and sorry for the delay, I was very busy this week! :3 That being said, your question is very related to the topic of the scheming Uzai family that I was discussing just above, so here we go. :)

It’s true that we have yet to see (since the journey through the past isn’t over) how Section 13 came to be dismantled and when the Illuminati came to be created exactly. Indeed though, if Drac never quit experimenting for Lucifer, we can imagine that the Uzai family still has a suspicious link to the Illuminati too:

After all Jeremiah, who’s the current leader of the family, was Lucifer’s bodyguard during the Blue Night. So it’d be interesting to see how this partnership ended (or maybe how it never ended, haha).

As for Arthur, well…

…honestly, considering how they lied to him about his origins, which triggered a huge amount of hatred towards demonkind, I think the most likely possibility is that they wanted a very dedicated pawn, I mean Paladin, to use for their schemes.

Think about it: the Paladin at the time of the Blue Night was Abel Franken (most likely a Samael clone from Section 13), who executed the orders he was given just fine. Then it was Shiro…

…and, lmao, I think we all know how much he didn’t care to listen to them, even with the contract of Morinath supposedly chaining him to secrecy. xDD

In fact, if Arthur is always calling Shiro “the worst Paladin of all times”, it’s probably because the Uzai family found it very annoyingly difficult to manipulate everyone with Shiro not playing his role of the loyal dog. xDD

Therefore, manipulating Arthur into believing that they saved him was the best way for them to make sure that the next Paladin would not get in their way.

Besides, it seems Lucifer is managing with several vessels already…

so unless someone gives him Rin or Yukio to try, I’m not sure that he’s interested in previous clones like Arthur (despite the fact that Arthur still being alive as a teenager implied that he survived many experiments from Section 13).

TL;DR Arthur is yet another pawn, that is to say another example, that the Uzai family needs to go down, otherwise the Order will never get a chance to be a better organization, if it’s ever needed at all (which I’m not sure about honestly).

Again, sorry for the delay, I hope it answers your question Anon. :3

#ao no exorcist #moriyama shiemi #arthur auguste angel #fujimoto shiro #jeremiah uzai #lucifer #ane 115 #ane theory #anon #answers #my analysis

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deepseawritings · 6 years

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idk if youre still doing these but if so, maybe 79 or 81 with scar and strelok? your content gives me life honestly

Sorry for the delay in answering anon! I’ve been short on writing time lately, so I more or less fused both prompts (79. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.” & 81. “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you want to stop and feel the rain?”) into a single one-shot. And thank you so much for your ringing endorsement!! :D

“Did I hear thatright?” It was a pointless question, Scar knew perfectly well what he’dheard. He wasn’t that old.

“I don’t seethe problem, it’s only water. It won’t make you shrink down or anything, ”Strelok waspishly shot back.

Scar could feelthe exhaustion settling over him like a heavy blanket. Or perhaps that was onlyan effect of the heat. It was a summer hell here in Yanov; sticky hot andrelentless sun all day long for weeks. And most probably the reason theirtempers had been running so short for the last few days. The proximity of theso called Ash Heap Anomaly didn’t help matters. The ruins of Kopachy village were like an oven.

“We’re inthe middle of a thunderstorm, and you want to stop and feel the rain? Thisisn’t a musical!“

“We’realready getting wet!” Strelok pointed to the missing wall and roof of thehouse they’d been investigating.“And at least out there there’s lessradiation!”

He saw Strelok goaway in a huff, out of the rundown shack they were looting and into the rain.Scar rubbed his palm over his hair and snorted in frustration. Say whatever youwanted, it was a stupid idea. Strelok was gonna –

A shot rang out,the unmistakable sound of a bullet grazing a brick wall. He got out in less thana second and ran towards Strelok. A small horde of zombified stalkers was coming towards them. Some days it almost seemed like they spontaneously spawnedaround the ruins of the village. Of course, Strelok was highly efficient inshooting at shuffling bastards, but Scar felt compelled to help him.

The rain blurred hisvision and using the scope didn’t yield much different results either. It also muffled the sound of everything elsethat wasn’t the droplets hitting on the drenched ground. Thunder slashed the skyin a flash of light. The rumble was so loud it made the ground vibrate.Another flash of orange light illuminated the horde slowly approaching them,and Scar felt the panic bubble in his chest. It was a fucking blowout, he wassure of it. He could feel it. Theyhad to go, now. The house behind him was not good enough to protect them froman emission but they had a whole village to choose from. Surely they’d findsomething.

He focused backinto the situation at hand and shot down a zombie that was flanking Strelok,who was making short work of the rest of the horde with deadly accuracy.

Scar went up tohim and put his hand on Strelok’s shoulder. “We need to go!”

“What? Why?”Strelok didn’t even look at him, too busy reloading his old SIG. “Therearen’t that many, we’ve fought off worse odds.”

“We have tofind cover. Trust me.” Strelok looked at him now, studying Scar’sexpression. He hesitated for a moment, like he was weighing options in hishead, and then nodded in agreement.

Scar draggedStrelok by the sleeve of his SEVA suit while frantically searching for ahouse that wasn’t too destroyed. He eventually found what he was looking for onthe other end of Kopachy. The house was miraculously whole, at least whencompared to the rest. The inside was empty, both of furniture and rubble.

“Mind tellingme what all this is about?” Strelok asked him once Scar let go of him.

It would happen soon, any moment now.After two weeks of deceptive calm this one would be big, he knew it. And Scar hadvowed to never get caught out on another damned blowout. It wasn’t aparticularly fun experience. However, the sky continued to be a dark grey,overcast and rainy. Not a trace of alarming reddish colours or the usual roaringof the building psi emission.

“Scar!”Strelok was getting impatient from being ignored.

He didn’t answer.Could it be that he was wrong? Scar still felt like he always did before ablowout, but nothing was happening.

“Can you please fucking answer me?!”

A sudden crackingsound, like the earth was being ripped apart, followed by a flash of intenselight. Still, it looked like a thunder from storm. Too normal. Or it did right until everythingwent dark as midnight.

The violent changeof color into a red so deep it looked brown was accompanied by furious howling of the wind and thecrackling of thunder. So it was a blowout after all. Good to know he hadn’tgone off the deep end yet.

After all thosedays of calm, the emission now was determined to make them pay for it. Scar andStrelok waited for the emission to pass, holding onto each other for support.Scar was aware he was bleeding from the nose again, even though he had taken cover this time. Strelok clung to his arm with a vice-like grip. Since it wasimpossible to hear anything over the roar of the blowout, Scar simply grabbedStrelok’s hand and squeezed it tight. His head felt like someone was trying toscramble his brain, although it had been much, much worse whenever he’d weathered the emissions while outside.

Time always seemedto stand still during blowouts, a strange lurch in the flow of time until itwas over and life resumed as normal. And when the psi storm vanished, it leftthe normal storm in its place like nothing happened. Scar was slightly dizzy, but he was confident it would soon pass. He used hissleeve to wipe the nosebleed, but blood kept flowing. And when he took a step forward he stumbled and nearly fell down.

“I’ve gotyou,” Strelok said as he held him upright. “You’re safe, I won’t letyou fall.”

But falling wasn’tthe problem here and they both knew it. Perhaps he should accept Ozersky’s offer andlet him run those tests. Guess it was time to know exact how fucked up he was.

“Strelok?Getting under the rain now would be great.” Feeling the cold water on hisface sounded heavenly.

“Oh, so nowit is a good idea, but when I suggest it then it’s madness,” Strelok’scomplaint was half serious, half a joke. But Scar could also tell the worryburied beneath it all.

The rain workedlike a charm and soon he was able to walk on his own without wobbling. Still,Strelok kept Scar’s arm slung over his shoulders like it was the most normal thing todo.

“I can walk on myown, you know.” Walking waseasier when you weren’t being guided by a considerably smaller person.

Strelok just said “Sure you do” and held onto his arm tighter. Stubborn idiot, hecould kiss him and hit him for that. He was seriously thinking about doingeither of those. Strelok even looked up at him, expectantly. However, the moment was killed by the distant groaning of a newhorde of zombified stalkers approaching from the south. Were they endless or what?

“C’mon, let’s go,” Strelok sighed and tugged at his arm.

Scar thought aboutfiring at the zombies for breaking such a promising moment, but it was a waste of bullets. So he let himself be led by the stubborn stalker holding him, and they slowly walked together under the rain and away from the wrecked village.

#S.T.A.L.K.E.R.#Strelok #scar #scar/strelok #fanfic #ask thingie

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sapphicscholar · 6 years

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Anon: Hello! I love your fics & writing! I know you have a lot of prompts so feel free to disregard / no rush! I would love to see more of NB!Sawyer being a mentor to young(er) NB folks. Thx for considering! I really love reading your NB!Sawyer fics they are phenomenal! And I hope your day is going well! :D

From @geofender - So, I heard that Asia Kate Dillon came out as a non-binary and pansexual person and received the HRC Visibility Award. Idk if u accept prompts but... can u write NB!Sawyer reacting to this news?

From @lilbevmary - for more of NB!Sawyer (sorry this one isn’t Director Sanvers!)

And for KimberKatie, I'm sorry this is so much later than expected!!

TW for a brief discussion and instance of misgendering

A/N: This chapter brings back Charli from Chapter 127! Apologies for the delay on getting back to Sawyer – I had this chapter all written on my work computer a little while ago but it got deleted and that was just demoralizing…

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“Damn, they really went all out this year, huh?” Alex whispered, squeezing Sawyer’s hand as they wove through the throngs of people gathered by the silent auction tables and the line from the makeshift bar that snaked through the room.

“Stuff like this is what makes them enough money to keep going through the year,” Sawyer explained, gently tugging Alex over to a relatively quiet corner of the room so they could figure out the game plan for finding the best food and making sure they saw all the people they wanted to see.

Alex settled up against the wall, feeling Sawyer’s arm settling around her waist. She had to admit, the LGBTQ Center had been completely transformed. The fluorescent lighting had been turned off, replaced with strands of twinkling lights and a few spotlights dotted along the “red carpet” for the award night theme. The TVs—more often tuned to the news or to the handful of television shows that had decent LGBTQ representation—had been moved to the edges of the room and were showing clips from other awards ceremonies.

Sawyer glanced around at the different screens, noting Asia Kate Dillon being awarded the HRC Visibility Award on one screen and them presenting the first non-gendered acting award to Emma Watson on the next. They smiled to themself, dropping their head to Alex’s shoulder.

Noting the direction of Sawyer’s gaze, Alex asked, “Nice to get a bit of representation out there, huh?”

“Yeah,” they nodded. Sure, a handful of people out there did not a revolution make, but people like Dillon and Smith were splashing they/them pronouns on mainstream news sites, getting people who were more likely to read Entertainment Weekly than Everyday Feminism to hear about trans and non-binary and genderqueer labels, among others, and learn in a way that didn’t put the onus for education solely on the shoulders of those few out folks in media.

They pulled their gaze off the speech they had pretty much already memorized and scanned the other screens, finding the cast of Moonlight winning their well-deserved Oscars, Ellen Page coming out, and footage from the annual GLAAD awards. As Sawyer moved to turn back to Alex, they noted Charli lingering near the entrance, a roll of raffle tickets hanging from their wrist and a broad smile on their face.

“Should we go buy some tickets? Give Charli a little business?” Alex asked, looking over at the entrance as well.

“Ah, well, they should earn their free dinner,” Sawyer teased. “I’ll go grab tickets from them if you want to find us food.”

“You’ve got a deal. Dessert first?”

“Always.”

While Alex peered over the food table, inspecting all of the options and making small talk with a few of the staff members from the Center she had gotten to know over the past couple of months, Sawyer found their way over to Charli. “Excuse me, I’ll need all of your tickets,” they announced dramatically. “I need to win all of the prizes for my fiancée.” They still beamed at the new title—at the subtle band that sat on their left ring finger—a reminder of the forever they had promised one another.

“That so, Sawyer? Here I thought she stayed with you for love. Didn’t realize it was just your deep pockets.”

“Ouch! You wound me,” Sawyer teased, though they were glad to see Charli in high spirits. As much as they had opened up to Sawyer their first time meeting in the Center, it had taken a while for Charli to begin treating Sawyer as more of an equal—someone they could tease right back instead of someone who was always in the role of mentor and adult and educator.

“Yeah, yeah, somehow I don’t think the hurt will last.”

“Mm, probably not,” Sawyer agreed. “Now, how goes the volunteering? Any fun stories to tell? You know: sharing is caring and gossip is best shared with your dear friend and mentor…”

“You just wanna know if Marc brought the boyfriend that he hasn’t let anyone meet.”

“Did he?”

Charli laughed and shook their head. “He’s been here since noon panicking about all the last-minute decisions. He would’ve been the worst date.”

“Fair…” Sawyer mused, looking around to see if they had questions about anyone else in the vicinity. “Everyone being alright to you?”

Charli shrugged, their smile faltering slightly. “Eh, a few people see the dress and keep calling me miss, but, I don’t know, I guess it’s fine.”

“You can correct them, you know, if you feel comfortable.” They knew that the Center had become something of a safe place for Charli, a place where they could be out and open, could come and know that people wouldn’t misgender them or assume they were straight and cis just because they wore a skirt and lip gloss.

“It’s fine. It’s—tonight isn’t about me.”

Sawyer pursed their lips, not wanting to force Charli to do anything but also knowing just how demoralizing it could get when person after person wasn’t getting it, wasn’t acknowledging that there might be something wrong with assuming a he/she gender binary at a freaking LGBTQ Center event. Catching sight of Alex with a still empty plate talking to one of the Center’s board members who had been trying to talk her into running for a spot on the board now that she spent almost as much time as Sawyer in the Center, Sawyer decided they could hang out with Charli a little while longer, help make sure that they were being treated well even by the attendees who only showed up at the Center for its twice yearly black tie events.

The next few guests were fine. One knew Charli and greeted them with a warm hug as he thanked them for giving up their night to help out, then introduced them to his husband, and the next few were polite enough as they declined the offer to buy tickets, most of them making a beeline for the bar instead. The next group to stroll in brushed right past without listening to Charli’s pitch about the proceeds going to a good cause, and they caught Sawyer’s gaze and rolled their eyes. “Keeps happening.”

“Yeah, well, at least we’ve got a cash bar so that we still get something out of them.”

“Excuse me, miss?” came a guest’s voice as she made her way through the door. “Can you tell me where the reserved seating is?”

“Uh, sure,” Charli answered, gritting their teeth and gesturing at the door and toward the rows closest to the stage. “Left side is reserved for Center staff and awardees. Right side for family and friends of the Center.”

“Thank you, dear. Also, I love your dress. You look so pretty!”

“They do have a rather wonderful sense of style,” Sawyer cut in, throwing an arm around Charli and grinning down at them.

“Oh, ah, yes—yes, they do.”

As she wandered off into the crowd, Charli looked up at Sawyer. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I didn’t have to—and I won’t again if you don’t want me to—but I know I like it when Alex does it for me when I’m not quite feeling up to it.”

“Yeah…thanks,” they mumbled.

“Anytime, kiddo.”

“Excuse me, I’m 16 years old.”

“Psh, barely.”

“I can drive!”

“Don’t own a car, though.”

“You’re rude.”

“I’m delightful.”

Charli just rolled their eyes and turned back to the door, almost immediately turning back to Sawyer with an undignified little squeak.

“You okay?” Sawyer asked, all signs of teasing gone as they went into protective mentor mode.

“Yeah! Yeah, um, totally fine,” Charli rambled, their gaze flicking back and forth between Sawyer and the line of people filing in through the main entrance.

Sawyer scanned the crowd, their gaze lighting on one of the high school-aged girls they’d noticed hanging around the Center once or twice over the past few weeks. “Have anything to do with Neeti showing up?” they asked, a knowing glint in their eyes and a teasing smile on their lips.

“No!”

“Really? So your cheeks are just always pink and I haven’t noticed it?”

“Yep, mhm.”

“You should talk to her.”

“We already talk.”

“Why not tonight?”

“She just…” Charli trailed off, finally letting out a dramatic sigh and giving in. “This past week I think…I think maybe she was flirting with me?”

“Do tell! Let me get Alex, hold on!”

“No!”

“Fine, I’ll wait a few minutes. Spill.”

“I don’t know! She just said something about how it would be nice to see me outside the Center and maybe we should get coffee, just the two of us.”

“So she asked you out on a date.”

“I don’t know.”

“No, I’m telling you: she asked you on a date.”

“Well it’s happening in two days—whatever it is.”

“Oh my gosh, we need to make sure she’s good enough for our baby! We need get Alex over here first. She’s better at the intimidation tactics.”

“Ugh, you’re like the embarrassing parents I thought I escaped for the night,” Charli sighed, but the smile they kept trying to hide suggested otherwise.

“Oh, Alex!” Sawyer called out, motioning for her to come over and join them.

Eventually Alex made it through the crowd, two plates of food held aloft to keep them safe. She arched an eyebrow as she handed over a plate. “You bellowed?”

“Charli here has a date this week and is in desperate need of some embarrassing parental figures for the night, which means we need some shitty dad jokes to properly embarrass them. Hit me with your worst puns!”

“Why do you think I would just know bad puns?”

Charli snickered as Sawyer shrugged, looking far too innocent. “I’m just saying, out of the two of us…I’m too funny to tell jokes that awful.”

“I resent that. You’re barely funny.”

“Quite the opposite—I crack myself up.”

“Yeah, yeah, Sawyer. If you’re the only one laughing…”

“Hush,” Sawyer retorted, silencing Alex with a kiss.

“Alright, well, I’m gonna leave you two lovebirds alone…”

“Not so fast!” Alex called, handing off her plate to Sawyer and rounding on Charli. “Tell me all about your mystery date. Who are they?”

Charli sighed, even though they were secretly pleased that Alex had been just as welcoming as Sawyer. She certainly didn’t have any obligation to—not that Sawyer did either, but at least they were a volunteer—but Alex had been quick to invite Charli over to their home and hang out with old science journals while Sawyer chatted with Charli about their own experience coming out and dealing with assholes out in the world. Every so often she would lean over the back of the couch and chime in with words of encouragement or grumbled threats when Sawyer recounted some of the more egregious stories, but she was just as happy to open her doors and let the two of them take over the kitchen for the night.

“Well, her name is Neeti—she’s the one over in the black pants and the maroon shirt over there. She goes to the private school across town, but she lives kind of close to me. She’s really smart.”

“Dating nerds is the best!” Sawyer crowed through a mouthful of cupcake.

“One day she saw me in the Center reading Macbeth for my English class, and when I threw it down, she came over and sat with me and helped translate it into modern English, told me it helps to read it aloud or see it performed.”

“That sounds like a nice date idea…” Alex trailed off, grinning at the way Charli’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“No, I mean, she invited me over to come watch some of the movies, but I think she was just trying to help me with my homework.”

“Who do you think is more oblivious,” Sawyer asked, a shit-eating grin on their lips, “Charli or Kara?”

“Oh man, I can only pick one?” Alex laughed.

“You’re the worst.”

“That’s factually incorrect. We feed you. Now let us meet your totally just a friend that you have a big crush on who wants you to come over her house to cuddle and watch movies with her.”

Charli grimaced but dutifully waved to Neeti. And, as nervous as they might have been about introducing her to Sawyer, they also knew that Sawyer always had their best intentions at heart. Plus, if waving at Neeti earned them that smile…well, they would wave a hundred times more.

“Hey, Charli!” Neeti greeted them, pulling them in for a hug that had Sawyer and Alex giving exaggerated thumbs up to Charli behind Neeti’s back.

“Hey! I didn’t know you were coming tonight.”

“Oh yeah, well, um, I remembered you mentioning it, so…”

Sawyer just barely resisted the urge to let out a loud noise of excitement at the adorable awkward flirting.

“Cool, yeah, I’m, uh, really glad you made it.”

“Yeah?” Neeti beamed at Charli. “I know you’re stuck on door duty for a while, but want me to go steal you some dessert?”

“It would be a shame if you missed out on the cannoli,” Sawyer interjected, unable to resist any longer.

Seeing the look of confusion on Neeti’s face at the new voices, Charli took a deep breath and introduced them: “Neeti, this is Sawyer.”

“You look familiar,” Neeti noted.

“Yeah, I volunteer at the Center. But normally just on weekends.”

“Ah okay, yeah, I come in after school sometimes, but not a lot on the weekends.”

Sawyer bit their tongue and didn’t ask whether it was because Charli also tended to spend a couple of nights a week in the Center working on their homework.

“And this is Alex, their fiancée,” Charli added, gesturing toward Alex who offered a wave and a small smile.

“Nice to meet you, Neeti.”

“You too.”

Deciding the awkward hovering between just friends and trying to date wasn’t the best time to subject Charli and Neeti to an interrogation or shovel talks, Alex turned to Sawyer. “What do you say we go hit the buffet one more time before we find our seats?”

“It doesn’t start for another half hour,” Sawyer protested.

“And you can’t think of any way to spend half an hour with your fiancée?” Alex shot Sawyer a pointed look, trying to communicate that they should leave the two young ones to themselves, give them a chance to flirt awkwardly and stumble their way toward realizing that the liking bit wasn’t one-sided.

“Oh…oh! Okay, sure!” Shooting a wink over their shoulder at Charli, they called, “She means stuffing our faces with dessert and playing 20 Questions, just so we’re all clear!”

“Whatever you say, Sawyer! Whatever you say,” Charli laughed, turning back to Neeti, their broad grin morphing into a shy smile. “So, uh, how was your week?”

Sawyer was tempted to linger, hiding behind a group of tall people, but they let Alex drag them back to the table for proper dinner food this round. “If things go any further between them…”

“If it goes further, you can get in line behind me to make sure that they both have only the best of intentions.”

“And you’ll do the dad jokes?”

“Why do you keep insisting I tell dad jokes?”

“Look, Danvers…I’m not saying it wasn’t adorable, but I do remember the anniversary card you wrote me that began with asking me if I was made of copper and some other element ’cause I was so damn cute.”

“Tellurium,” Alex interjected, grinning and chuckling to herself.

“See! Big nerd—right there.”

Alex silenced them with a kiss, feeling their lips pulling up into a broad smile and fearing another teasing remark was coming. “If you wanna get as lucky as DNA helicase tonight…” She let the threat linger in the air.

“But you’re not even wearing jeans, Danvers!”

#sanvers #nb!sawyer #maggie sawyer #alex danvers #tw brief instance of misgendering #fanfic #prompt fill #fluff #representation matters #ao3feed #original character

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kookie-vith-suga · 7 years

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The Bodyguard #7

Word count: 1356 // I know it is too long for a drabble…hope that is okay…

Warnings: Mention of death a little angst.

Author’s note: Sorry for the delay everything got fucking deleted as I was about to finish it days ago -.- Fuck my life! I also struggled a little but I hope it is okay :D

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6: “Look at me when I’m fucking talking to you”

12: Falling in love with the enemy

13: “What is a pretty girl like you doing in this place?”

Y/N’s POV

I was not supposed to be here. Everywhere around me where huge warehouses which had been empty for years. No one was coming to this area to work anymore. This industrial area had become a venue for junkies to buy new dope and for various other crimes to be committed. The newspapers were reporting about cases of rape, murders, abductions. I was standing here right in front of the only light up building. Some kind of death metal was blasting through the door. This was totally not my music taste and I needed a break of that. My friend had brought me here although I suddenly started doubting the term “friend” for her. She decided to disappear within the first two minutes and had not be seen by me till then.

“What is a pretty girl like you doing in this place?” I suddenly felt a hot breath on my shoulder and hands on my hips.

I spun around and stumbled a few steps back. I scanned the blonde guy in front of me. He was incredible handsome which could not be changed by his sweated hair sticking to his forehead.

“Waiting for an ass to hit on me cheaply”, I purred ironically.

He laughed out loud. “Touché. But I was not hitting on you. I was just curious since you clearly don’t belong here.”

I eyed him carefully again. “What makes you think that?”

“Maybe the fact that you only stayed in there for a little over twenty minutes before running outside coughing because you took a small sip of the beer.”

My mouth gaped open for a second. That dude sure is creepy.

“I am not a creep. If you may think that. Actually I am just here for your pleasure.”, he laughed as he saw my red face.

“W-W-What are you saying?! To me that sounds hella creepy!”, I stuttered. I could have bit my tongue.

“Okay let me formulate it more appropriately. Your dad sent me here to have an eye on you”, he told me bluntly.

“My dad does not even know that I am here”, I snapped back.

He took a couple of steps closer and reached for my hands. He gently carassed over the back of tem while looking straight into my eyes. “Believe me Y/N. He knows and he is worried sick. That is why I am here.” I did not know what distracted me more. His puppy like brown eyes, his warm hands around yours or his words. I hated yourself for blushing over his touch.

“I-I-I don’t believe you! If my father knew that I was here he would have sent a dozen of men already to drag me home. ”

“Apparently he decided to compromise with your wish for freedom. The result is me: Your personal bodyguard. By the way you can call me Jackson. I am young enough to not be too obvious if I am around you. The may only think I am your boyfriend or something. But I am also strong enough to defend you if I had to. You can really trust me, Y/N.”

I was totally perplexed by everything he said. Would dad really do that for me?

~Flashback~

“Look at me when I’m fucking talking to you, Y/N!”, your father called out.

I crossed my arms and pouted.

“Y/N you know the rules. Don’t disobey me!”, he used his warning tone.

I slowly raised your head and looked at him angrily.

“Was that so hard?”, he questioned in a way calmer voice, “And now listen…I am not doing that to anger you but you finally need to understand that this business is not a joke. Especially in the position I am in it is not only me who is in constant danger but everyone close to me too. That is why I need to protect you. Why you cannot go wherever you want whenever you want.”

I let some time pass before I responded in a bitter voice: “I stopped understanding your fucking rules the day mum got shoot. You promised to protect her too. To always be by her side! You probably told her the exact same words you tell me right now. And where did they brought us?

You cannot punish me for that you have choosen this life! With imprisoning me like that you are only taking away any chance for me to find my own way. That would be something I could never forgive you…Could you live with that burden to carry?” I turned around and walked away.

“Y/N!”, I heard him call after me when I already reached my bedroom door. Without fliching I closed the door behind me. There was nothing more to say…

~Flashback end~

“I get to decide that after I talked to my father”, I said arrogantly.

“Everything you want. May I lead you the way to the car?” He pointed down the stairs.

“You go first”, I ordered still suspicious. He nodded agreeing and jumped down the stairs. I followed him but kept my distance. I did not took my eyes of his back for a second. Studying his backside, his walk, everything. When he stopped I did the same and looked at him putting two finger between his lips and let out a loud whistle. Instantly lights of a car light up and a engine was started. A little later one familiar black Mercedes was pulling up in front of us and a familiar man exited.

“Hello Miss Y/L/N. You want to go home already?”, my personal driver asked.

I nodded absently and stared at Jackson, who smiled at me warmly.. If dad sent Karl with him, it must be true what he said.

“Ladies first”, Jackson motioned me to enter first in his very best manner.

I snapped back to reality and got in with a light blush on my face. This guy is really good at whatever he is doing.

Jackson’s POV

“Wang?”, the raspy voice of the chief cut through the line.

“Yes, Sir”, I answered conscientious.

“Wait I’ll put you on speaker”, a little ruffling was heard before he continued speaking, “Finally you are reporting again. The last time we heard of you was three weeks ago. We thought you may had been caught.”

“Quite the contrary actually. I am in. Not only that I am now the personal bodyguard of the target’s daughter. You know Y/N Y/L/N. She is a rarely seen in public but I guess that this will change now. He entrusted me with her safety”, I kept my voice low since I was only a few steps away from his office.

“That are some great news, Wang! You are really doing a good job there! I chose the right man.” I imagined my boss giving himself a pat on the back.

“Thank you sir.” I suppressed a chuckle.

“How is she? Will you be able to crack her to get some information about her father?”, my boss got back to business.

“I might need a little more time but I can surely make her fall for me”, I stated confidently.

“Then do that! Keep us updated about your progress!”

“Of course, Sir.”

“Oh and Wang”, the chief made a meaningful pause, ”I am expecting great work from you.”

“I won’t disappoint you, Sir”, I promised and try to keep my voice sincere.

“I know.” With those words he hung up.

A heavy feeling stayed on my chest. Responsibility is a heavy burden.

“Jackson?”, I heard a docile voice calling me. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

“Y/N”, I breathed out. She looked to the ground with a shy smile on her lips.

“I guess we will spent a lot of time together from now on.” She curled her locks around her finger.

I showed her my brightest smile. “I am looking forward to it.”

The only problem now could be that I wasn’t even lying….

Finally I am done. I actually changed the whole plot since everything got deleted. I like it better that way. Hope you can enjoy it too lovely anon ♥

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