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asphodel-storm · 3 years

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So. If Cobra Kai were DC.

First off, the man who is the source of most problems, John Kreese:

Kreese’s mentor was an agent of the League of Shadows/Assassins planted within the military. Kreese was invited to take his place after his death. He trained with Ra’s al Ghul after the war and then left to found Cobra Kai as a covert recruitment operation for the League (not every Cobra alum became an assassin, only the ones Kreese saw that potential in). Johnny was on the path to recruitment and it was the loss against Daniel and resulting fallout that changed that. Kreese has been on League business every time he’s been ‘dead’.

Mr. Miyagi:

Mr. Miyagi was a Green Lantern. The ring chose him a while after he received his medal of honor and he was protecting the universe secretly during the Karate Kid movies. When Daniel overcomes his fear in TKK 3, Miyagi retires and the ring chooses Daniel.

Daniel LaRusso:

Daniel was a Green Lantern for years (a secret from everyone except Amanda and Miyagi), but the lantern’s power never replaced karate for him because karate is part of the balance that allows him to use the ring in the first place. The ring started to reject him during the period where his resentment of Johnny was overpowering his will (season 1-ish). It chose him again when he got a handle on that, but by then he had already turned his attention to teaching and empowering young people. He gave it up and it chose his daughter after she overcame her own fear at the end of season 3.

Samantha LaRusso

Samantha LaRusso was chosen by a Green Lantern ring after overcoming her fear and facing Tory at the end of season 3. She enters season 4 as a newly minted super hero.

Tory Nichols

Tory witnesses Sam as a Green Lantern early on. She has a lot of anger inside of her and seeing her rival - the girl who in her opinion was handed everything in life - chosen by cosmic power pushes her over the edge. Kreese encourages and feeds this anger, of course, though he does it with the intention of making Tory a better assassin. When a Red Lantern power ring chooses her that’s honestly a bonus.

Johnny Lawrence

Johnny was nearly recruited to the League of Assassins as a teenager - he would have been shipped off to official league training after highschool if he hadn’t lost to Daniel (and, likely, if Kreese hadn’t impulsively burned that bridge before remembering the larger plan). Instead, he was approached by the representative of an anonymous east coast billionaire after high school and paid to use his connection to the ‘late’ John Kreese - and pre-assassin training - to infiltrate and sabotage some activities the League of Shadows had going in the Valley. He never learned the full extent of what the League was or his or Kreese’s connections to it during this time (like, he probably could have if he’d tried, but he’s Johnny). He was inconsistent at best in his vigilantism after that, putting on a mask and patrolling more when he needed an outlet than based on the needs of the community. He was briefly the ‘Batman of the Valley’ when Batman first franchised out into Batman Inc. He’d given that up for years by the time he met Miguel, but dusts off his cape when he learns of new League operations in the Valley in season 4 (likely being run by Terry Silver).

His ‘cape’ is actually a red leather bodysuit. He definitely calls himself something like DeathFist or DeathFang or whatever in the long tradition of people in red bodysuits being called stuff like that (DeadShot, DeathStroke, etc.).

Miguel Diaz

Miguel will hit the streets patrolling with his mentor, but the transition to vigilantism also hits him at a time when he’s realized he probably shouldn’t have Johnny on such a pedestal so he’ll also use the opportunity to strike out alone or with friends. The transition also comes at a time when Miguel has noticed certain changes about himself he can’t explain - like how he destroyed Demetri’s tv with lasers that shot out of his eyes when he got a bit too competitive about Mario Cart.

Yeah, the bad man Carmen moved them to escape was not connected to organized crime. He wasn’t Terry Silver. He was General freaking Zod. Why does General Zod live in Ecuador? He’s building up forces there. Anyways, Miguel is half Kryptonian and just awakening to his powers since his body has been healing from the school fight. The injury was a kind of catalyst and as he heals he’s also becoming invulnerable. So much for his rivalry with Robby, right? Nope, that’s still on.

Robby Keene

Kreese thinks a mistake he made with Johnny was not bringing him into the fold sooner and getting him excited about the prospect of the League of Shadows. He knows very well that Robby will march out of Cobra Kai forever if he mentions anything about assassins before he’s ‘ready’, but he does start letting him know about the secret society of warriors and introduce him to some alumni who are with the league now. Maybe show off some missions where they actually intervened for good. Essentially, he makes him feel like he could be part of something - something that feels like family - which is bigger than himself (which is already an established part of his schtick).

As part of this pre-assassin buttering up, Kreese procures something special for Robby - gloves laced with kryptonite. He told him it would only level the playing field between him and Miguel, but it is enough to weaken Miguel enough to be killed. The plan is for Robby to go in thinking ‘Miguel is pretty much indestructible even with these gloves’ so he goes all out and kills him and then while he’s dealing with the trauma of having killed him Kreese can pull him fully into the League. While the plan won’t work, the path to it will see Robby getting a lot more weapons/assassin-specific training than Johnny did.

He will eventually take over Johnny’s suit and code name.

Eli ‘Hawk’ Moskowitz

Kreese’s plan for Robby is a more elaborate and thought out version of his original plan for Hawk. Hawk was never really a top priority for Kreese, but he spiraled so nicely that it seemed he could be plucked off into assassin-dom early. He saw Tory and Robby as better prospects than Hawk for long term use in the valley in part because he expected to have Hawk shipped off to train under Lady Shiva by now. He just had to rip the murder bandaid, and the plan was to push him until he killed Demetri.

Because Hawk was on the fast track, and because he was so good at convincing himself he didn’t care what he’d done to Demetri’s arm, Kreese actually already let him in on the true nature of Cobra Kai. He didn’t know for long before leaving and its not like he had any strategically vital info, but he knows enough to make him a loose end. Kreese sends the Cobras (minus Robby, but possibly including a Tory who isn’t quite used to her new power yet) after him. Hawk is murdered. And isn’t that a waste?

Kreese set it up, but when the likes of Tory and Robby almost leave over it he pins it on Kyler ‘going overboard’ and says it’s fine, they can save him. Hawk gets thrown in a Lazarus Pit and rises confused and angry. Under the grips of Pit Madness he temporarily forgets a lot (like leaving Cobra Kai and reconciling with Demetri and Miguel, but also things like his parents. Kid is a very angry blank slate.) and since most people think he’s dead its pretty easy to send him to the League. He’ll turn up again a few months later, when the League sends a squad to secure their interests in the valley. He breaks off when he can’t quite kill Demetri in a fight, but he doesn’t remember why and roams around the valley causing trouble or helping out as he sees fit until Demetri can get through to him (Demetri’s eternal struggle).

He doesn’t call himself Red Hood, but you get the gist. Hawk is already a code name.

Demetri [Insert Surname]

Got Eli back only to lose him for good. He thought. Until Not-Red Hood shows up and causes problems. But the slippery assassin keeps getting away before he can really talk to him! Miguel is steadily developing Super Powers and wants to help, but things are also heating up over in the Main Conflict and Demetri is left chasing Hawk alone a lot of the time.

Maybe it’s that determination that causes his latent metagene to activate.

Demetri only ever thought super speed was the second best superpower, but he rethinks that after he has it. In hindsight, his smart ass does fit the speedster profile and Eli definitely can’t get away now!

His lightning when he runs is blue.

And yep, that’s all for now. I’ll never write a fic for this ‘verse it’s just fun to think about. More so about how after the San Fernando branch of the League of Shadows is destroyed the kids can all make up and form a cool super team. Also, if I were to write fic, it would be Demeli. As I'm sure anyone I've interacted with in this fandom knows.

#cobra kai #hawk cobra kai #demetri cobra kai #eli hawk moskowitz #daniel larusso #Johnny Lawrence #john kreese #sam larusso #tory nichols #robby keene #mr miyagi #the karate kid #binary boyfriends #demeli #dc comics

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imagine-loki · 4 years

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The Better Man

TITLE: THE BETTER MAN

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: SUBMITTED ONE SHOT

AUTHOR: amaru163

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine that you want to pursue Loki, but have no idea what to do to make him see you as more than a friend. Thor inadvertently finds you looking at Loki from a distance with lovestruck eyes. He decides to get himself involved in helping you pursue Loki. Hijinks ensue.

Possible situation: Loki notices that you and Thor are spending more time together, and feels somewhat left out/suspicious that you and Thor are in a relationship.

RATING: FLUFF

NOTES/WARNINGS: none really, brief mention of fighting, one curse word (I know, scandalous, right?)

When Loki breezed by you in the hallway on his way to the kitchen, you couldn’t help but turn to watch him for a moment. The scent of the subtle cologne he wore caused you to take several deep breaths, just so you could commit it to memory. You resisted the urge to close your eyes, though, but when the smell dissipated, you sighed and started toward your original destination, which was your own apartment. Once there, you’d probably take a moment to compose yourself before leaving again.

When you did face forward, you were startled to find Thor standing a few feet away, silently watching. You couldn’t stop your face heating up in embarrassment, and you dearly hoped that he hadn’t seen you mooning over his brother.

“Hi, Thor,” you greeted him softly, mentally begging him not to say anything to you, or more importantly, to Loki.

“Good morning,” he replied, smiling at you. “Were you coming to breakfast?”

“Yes, I just needed to take care of something really quick. I’ll be right there.”

“Good. I’ll save you a seat.” He nodded slightly before continuing on his way.

Ten minutes later, you returned to the kitchen to find that Thor had indeed saved you a seat, right beside him and opposite Loki. You usually sat on the same side as Loki, with someone between you so that you weren’t tempted to steal glances at him, and so that he wouldn’t be witness to any clumsiness on your part if he were to look your way.

Thor stood to hold the chair for you, and then helped to slide it forward. He’d never done that before, since meals together were always pretty casual, and you wondered why he did it now. He made a show of serving your plate as food was passed around, and would lean over to say something in your ear, making sure that no one heard him. All the while, the heat never left your cheeks. You also noted that Loki would give you two just the barest of glances. When his eyes landed on Thor, they hardened before he turned his attention to his plate.

From then on, Thor made a point to be near you when in the common rooms, or even during missions, which everyone noticed. After a time, your embarrassment eased because Thor was simply too likable and approachable, like a big ol’ puppy. The only person who *could* stay angry at him was Loki, who made it a fine art.

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Today, about a week after Thor had caught you ogling Loki, you had made banana nut muffins, and they were just out of the oven. You were just taking them out of the pan when Thor sat at the breakfast bar to watch.

When you had time and the ingredients, you loved to bake and would often have cakes, pies or even homemade bread in the oven. Once, you’d made a banana pudding, which Steve and Bucky went nuts over simply because it reminded them of their younger days. You’d learned then to double up on most of the baked goods, because a shortage caused good natured elbowing between them.

“What kind of glorious treat do you have for us now?” He asked, his gaze intent on the muffins.

“Banana nut muffins,” you replied, putting one on a napkin in front of him. “It’s still hot, be careful.”

— —

The smell of the muffins caught Loki’s attention when he stepped off the elevator after he returned from the training room. He started toward the kitchen, but paused when he heard you and Thor speaking. No one else was there, so he was certain that Thor was looking at you with doe eyes, and going overboard with the chivalry.

That thought caused him to scowl for a moment before he schooled his features so that his face wouldn’t give away his churning thoughts. He hated it when Thor found a new love interest because Thor would always extol about said interest’s charms, and about how clever they were, or even other things that were simply TMI.

When they were younger, there was a rivalry between them, causing them to try to steal the other’s current interest. He liked you too much to play that type of game. He also didn’t want to hear anything about you from Thor’s lips, because now he was resigned to watch from the sidelines, and try to bear it now that Thor had shown an interest in you.

When Loki walked into the kitchen, you were leaning forward on your elbows, with your face mere inches from Thor’s. Loki just barely managed not to growl when he walked through to get bottled water. He was gone in the few seconds it took for you to turn, muffins in hand, to offer him one. Only Thor noticed that your shoulders dropped slightly, and he averted his gaze when you turned around again.

“You like him, don’t you?” He asked, while selecting another muffin. He’d nearly eaten them all by now, and you hoped that they were gone before Steve or Bucky returned, or that he’d save some for the others, which seemed unlikely.

“Wh-what?” You asked, surprised and wary of the question.

“I’ve seen you watching him,” he replied, his gaze never leaving your face.

“You’re mistaken,” you responded, while taking the pan to the sink in order to wash it.

“I don’t think so.”

His voice came from directly behind you, and when you jumped and turned around, you collided with his broad chest. He quickly caught you by the elbows to keep you from hitting the floor.

“Sorry about that,” he said, but didn’t let you go.

“For a big guy, you sure are quiet,” you told him, as you looked up, your eyes meeting his while he continued to hold onto you.

That prompted him to wink and squeeze your arms slightly. You stayed still, not wanting to hurt his feelings if you shrugged out of his grip. Thor then turned his head slightly, as if listening for something, before he picked you up effortlessly and set you on the countertop so that your eyes were level with his.

You started to say something, but then Loki walked in. He faltered before coming to a dead standstill. Once he gathered himself, he turned and left. Thor chuckled softly while you just dropped your head in dejection.

“I will help you.” His hands rested on your shoulders for a moment before he rubbed your arms gently.

“He’s not very tolerant of humans, and I’d rather just leave him alone,” you replied.

“Loki says many things that he doesn’t mean,” Thor commented. “You shouldn’t take it to heart.”

You shook your head with a shrug and started to slide off the counter, but his hands on your knees stopped you. Before you fainted from the shock, he tilted your face upwards so that your gaze met his.

“I believe he will come around, just follow my lead, hmmm?”

— ——

Three weeks later, Loki was almost ecstatic when a mission came up. He’d had to witness Thor showing you all kinds of attention, and was quite ready to blow stuff up, or get stabby with someone. His temper got the best of him, and almost everyone felt the sting of it. Except for you, he couldn’t bring himself to snap at you, so he limited his contact to avoid doing it.

First, there was movie night, when his brother sat beside you (too closely in his opinion), and shared your popcorn bowl. Then, during an outing at a nightclub, hosted by Stark, he’d watched in silence when Thor guided you to the dance floor. He took a small amount of comfort in seeing that Thor struggled with the Midgardian dances, but the fact that his brother held you in his arms (again, *much* too closely) nearly made him lose control.

Finally, there were the flowers that Thor gave you, apparently not knowing that you were allergic. You had sneezed violently for several hours before the vase was “accidentally” knocked off the dining table and to the floor, where it broke. The flowers ended up in the garbage, and Loki felt much better after that.

Now everyone was on the quinjet, with Thor inevitably beside you. For the most part, the trip was silent and allowed everyone to check their gear and to get their minds locked into what needed to be done.

A Hydra facility had been found, which needed to be neutralized, and any data retrieved from the computers. That task fell to you and Natasha, so she handed you an encrypted thumb drive, which you carefully secured in a pocket. Together, you both poured over the map of the facility, plotting the quickest way in and out once you had what you’d been assigned to get. You’d take separate routes so that if one couldn’t get there, the other could get the data.

— —

Loki was to meet up with Steve in a tunnel close to the computer rooms, so he silently slipped past other rooms and entrance points, taking care not to make any noise. When he drew closer to the target, he heard fighting up ahead. He grew even more cautious as he moved toward the sounds.

It only took a split second for him to recognize that you were fighting with a Hydra agent, and that two more of them were on the ground, quite still. You fought with a sharp dagger in each hand, and held your own against the larger man. As he watched, he thought that the way you moved, with conservative motions that saved your energy, was one of the most beautiful things he’d ever seen. He had watched before while you trained, or even during other missions, but he’d never actually *seen* you. Now, though, he was ready to toss Thor aside in order to take his place.

You’d defeated your opponent, and now stood looking at the three men on the floor in order to make sure that they were out of commission. A movement in your peripheral caught your attention, and you turned quickly.

“Loki! I’m—“

You were interrupted when he snaked an arm around your waist and lifted you off the floor. His lips found yours in a fierce kiss, surprising you by the move. After a moment, your arms slid over his shoulders as he pulled back to look into your eyes.

“What was that for?“ you asked, breathlessly.

“So that you will *forget* my brother,” he growled.

You blinked before you kissed him back with an intensity that matched his.

“Forget who?” You asked.

“Minx,” he said, rolling his eyes.

You couldn’t help but laugh, which drew a smile from him.

“I suppose that I should give him the bad news,” you remarked.

“The sooner the better,” Loki told you, firmly.

“Have I ever told you just how *hot* you look in your armor?” You asked, deciding just to go for it.

“No, I don’t believe so,” he replied, pretending to mull that over.

Before you could respond to that, there came a reminder that there was a job to do.

“Hey, you two, this is not the time nor place to play kissy face!” Tony’s voice came over the comm units.

Loki rolled his eyes again before setting you on your feet.

— —

After the facility had been secured and left in the hands of the support unit, the quinjet carried the team home. Before take off, Loki guided you to a seat, and sat down beside you. When Thor sat across the aisle, Loki put an arm around your shoulders in order to pull you closer, all the while staring at Thor, daring him to say or do something.

When your head fell against his neck, Loki’s attention moved to you, and he found that you’d fallen asleep already. Thor still watched the two of you, with a slight smile on his face.

“It seems that the better man has won,” Thor finally commented.

*Damn straight,* Loki thought.

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random-mha-thoughts · 4 years

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Name part 2 (Todoroki x Reader)

Pairing: Todoroki x fem!Reader

Genre: Angst to fluff

Sequel to Name (part 1)

Word count: 1,445

Tags: @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog

a/n: I had trouble writing this for some reason. I started off writing one scenario, but I ended up hating it after writing 500 words and then deleted the whole thing and started over, so I’m sorry if it’s not satisfying enough. I think I need to just write more angst I think I just need a break from angst, or I’m just exhausted from today because I was out all day.

I promise the ending is happy. This one is half the length of the original since this was one of the original endings I was considering for the 1st part.

I’ll probably pick right up with the other angst submissions tomorrow if I’m not still exhausted. Hopefully I won’t go overboard again...

Shoto didn't know how to feel once she left him. It didn't hurt as much as it would hurt for a lover to walk out on you, but he still felt the most amount of guilt he's ever been burdened with. He wanted to blame his father for putting them in this position to fail, but he knew how childish that would be. In reality, he was accountable for his own behavior, and he'd taken his anger out on an innocent person in the same situation as him. He should have commended her for being the bigger person. And now he's lost her.

His biggest frustration is that he never even got a good look at her. In his mind, her image is a fuzzy mix of color, no real outline of a body or face that he can remember. How could he have lived in the same house as someone for 5 months, but not know them like the back of his hand? Deep down, he knows that if he had looked at her, he would've internalized how human she is and would've treated her better than a doormat.

As he lay in bed after she left, all the things he wanted to apologize for but didn't get the chance to were still hanging in his mind, uncomfortably unfulfilled.

The next morning, Shoto decides he needs to apologize immediately. He hates the eerie loneliness of being the only person in the house. Even if he never acknowledged it before, in hindsight, at least he felt he presence of company. At least he had someone to talk to, even if everything out of his mouth was a critique. The walls seem to close in on him, the sunlight isn't as warm, and, most importantly, there was no breakfast waiting for him. A vain problem, but it sobered him to know she had still taken care of his needs through everything.

After fixing his own meal, he called his agency to tell them he's taking the day off and didn't delay in rushing to his in-law's house. The nervous pit in Shoto's stomach almost makes him throw up his breakfast, but he ignores it. All acts of courage require varying degrees of nerves.

On his way over, his father calls him constantly, probably to give him an earful about "ruining their perfectly-matched marriage." He doesn't need to hear it from Endeavor when he's already chewing himself up about it, and he turns off his phone to concentrate.

Shoto walks up to the family's door, smoothing his clothes and hair out. He feels akin to a boy picking his girlfriend up from her parents' house for their first date and trying to make a good first impression, except Shoto's already married his daughter and needs to make up for the awful impression they already have of him. Taking a deep breath, he pushes the doorbell, his heart hammering in his chest wildly.

Her father and mother answer the door, expressions less than pleased already.

"Good morning. I hope I haven't disturbed you." Shoto was raised with manners, and he hopes politeness with get him somewhere.

The two don't say anything in response to him. Understandable, given the condition their daughter was sent back in.

Trying not to be too disheartened under their malicious stares, the boy asks "May I come in? I would like to speak with you and your daughter."

"If Endeavor sent you, we don't want to hear anything you have to say," her mother scowls, rightfully so.

"No, ma'am, I am here without my father's knowledge," he responds earnestly, trying not to seem too firm about his tone or his face. He's trying to appear sincere, a husband trying to set things right from the bottom of his heart.

The couple exchanges glances, but let the young boy in without another word, which Shoto takes as a small victory. They lead him to their formal living room where they sit together on one couch and Shoto prefers to stand. A maid brings cups of tea and a pot to rest on the coffee table between them before bowing and shuffling away.

"I won't allow you to see my daughter," her mother states bluntly, "Not after hearing her crying over the phone for what you've put her through the last 5 months." The boy almost winces, the memory of overhearing the girl's phone call still fresh.

"You can say your piece to us and we may pass it on to her," her father adds, eyeing the boy.

Shoto breathes to calm the jumping nerves in his gut. One wrong move and he know he'll be kicked out immediately. He levels his calm gaze at the piercing glare of the couple in front of him. "I'm not here to make excuses for my actions. What I did was terribly wrong, both as a person and as a husband to your daughter. I accept full responsibility for my mistakes." He bows fully at the waist. "I apologize deeply for my behavior towards your daughter. I let my personal feelings get in the way of our relationship flourishing as she wished. I don't deserve it, but I would like to ask for forgiveness."

The parents are silent, leaving the boy to listen to his hammering heartbeat as he retains his position. The lack of response is ear-deafening to him.

"You many stand, Todoroki," her father instructs, the edge slightly lessened in his voice.

When Shoto returns to his original position, their daughter stands between them, remnant sadness still filling her eyes. It's the first time he's taken a good look at her. She's a head shorter than him, hair down past her shoulders, respectable composure. Even with a tired expression, she exudes calm.

He doesn't know what he should do now. The girl looks between him and her parents. "I'd like to be alone with him, please," she requests in a soft voice. It's a stark contrast between the voice that reported their divorce to him.

Though her parents are wary at first, she smiles to reassure them and they agree to leave the pair to talk.

All the apologies Shoto prepared start bubbling up his throat, unsure how to start or organize his thoughts. He's overwhelmed by how much he wants to say, composure crumbling under the weight of his words. "I'm so sorry about everything- I heard you crying and I- I'm an idiot for-"

"Funny how you can form coherent sentences to my parents, but not to me," she jokes lightheartedly.

Her small smile calms Shoto so he can gather this thoughts and try again. "I've done you such a disservice. I let my anger towards my father prevent me from taking care of you like I should have." He moves to touch her hand to comfort her, but he stops and redirects it to the back of his neck. "You must have felt so unwanted and lonely. I'm truly sorry for everything I've done or said to you. When I heard you on the phone with your mother, I had every intention of coming back and fixing everything, but you had already made your decision." His eyes meet her's again. "If you wish to continue with the divorce, I understand. I wanted to come and apologize to you because it's what you deserve. And, if you forgive me enough, we can start over and build a relationship as you wanted originally."

At first, the girl is silent, clawing at Shoto to be left in anticipation. Then, she tilts her head and asks, a cheeky grin on her lips, "Do you love me, Shoto?"

His hopes come crashing down at the question. "I'm sorry to say, but I'm not in love with you right now. Our marriage isn't like that."

She shakes her head at him. "I wasn't expecting you to suddenly have a huge change of heart like that. We're still barely strangers, though I do know way more about you than you know about me. As long as you're open to any kind of affection, it's fine."

His eyes widen childishly. "Does that mean-"

She smiles, finally showing teeth to him, and envelops him in a hug. He breathes out in relief and returns the gesture. A small voice in the back of his had notes how perfectly she fits in his arms.

"Who knows? We might end up actually falling in love slowly as time goes by," she giggles against his chest. "That's how it tends to happen in the movies."

The slight vibrations invoke a strange warmth to bloom within Shoto, not resulting from his quirk, and his eyes widen. Oh.

#todoroki x reader #todoroki shouto #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #todoroki angst #angst to fluff #shouto todoroki #todoroki imagine #todoroki scenario #request #ask #anon #female reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction

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vintage-writes · 3 years

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Happy Birthday Captain (Levi x Reader)

Pairing: Levi Ackermann x Reader

Summary: It’s Levi’s birthday and the entire Scout Regiment has come together to celebrate. The Huge party is great but as a Long time friend of Levi’s you can tell how tired he is. After stealing him away you hope to show him something he’ll never forget.

Warnings: None, Fluff content for his birthday. Implied Nsfw.

A/N: This was originally supposed to be longer but I have been busy due to the Christmas season. I really wanted to get this out though so I do hope that you enjoy it. >-<

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Erwin Smith and Hange Zoë are probably two of the world’s greatest friends. Not only did both of them remember Levi’s birthday, but they are also probably more excited about it than he is. Although, that is relatively understandable considering most soldiers in the Scout Regiment don’t even touch the age of 20 while Levi’s hitting the 34 mark. Even you were unsure if you could make it to that age.

However, perhaps the two had gone slightly overboard. Streamers, cakes, candles and about a million people were all crammed into the mess hall to celebrate the Captain’s birthday. At the beginning of the party, you could tell that Levi was pleasantly surprised over the event, allowing a gentle smile to grace his lips. His movements were relaxed and anyone could tell how much he appreciated the effort.

But it’s been five hours.

Levi is no longer looking impressed or grateful. If anything he looks like he’s about to murder someone. Many people may mistake his current expression for his everyday scowl but you’ve known him long enough to see how drained and irritated he’s become.

You decide to be kind and rescue him. It’s the least you could do for your Captain after all. You excuse yourself from your current company and weave your way through the crowd. Your eyes lock onto Levi as you approach. He tilts his head at you in a questioning manner as you mutter apologies for squeezing through.

Eventually you land in front of him and lean in to talk over the loud crowd.

“Happy Birthday, Captain”

“Thanks”, he nods, raising an eyebrow. Oh, he knows you well. Already recognizing the scheming look on your face.

“Be Honest, are you really having fun?”

He scans the crowd before turning back to you with a blank look and says, “I don’t even know half these people.”

You chuckle next to him. You send a glance Erwin’s way noticing how intoxicated he’s become. You spare another one towards Hange who, while definitely sober, is talking about the complexity of titans to a group of young recruits. Poor Levi.

Levi notices your stare and seems to figure out what’s brewing in your head.

“Absolutely not.”

“You don’t even know what I’m about to say”, you shoot back.

“You might take me somewhere weird”

You frown at him. Where could you possibly take him that constitutes as weird? You’re not going to push him down a well.

“So you’re not entirely against leaving?” You say, fighting back a smile. He huffs.

“Not exactly”

“Then have a little faith in me, Captain. If you regret it, I swear that I’ll run one hundred laps”, you say into his ear, “Besides, if you’re worried about hurting their feeling, remember that they all just want you to enjoy yourself.”

He thinks about it for a second, eyes locked onto yours. He sighs.

Bullseye.

“Alright, but don’t take me anywhere weird.”

You slip your hand into his and plunge back into the crowd. The bodies packed together like sardines working in your favour as you drag Levi through unnoticed. Emerging from the crowd, you dart through the doorway, Levi in tow.

Skidding around the corner you make a mad dash towards the stables. You keep holding onto Levi’s hand. You don’t need him changing his mind on you last minute. You careen around the corner and stop in front of the gate leading into the stables. Levi’s huffing behind you sending you a look that simply says, “You’re crazy”

You reluctantly release his hand and unlatch the gate. Heading straight for the stables, you pick out two horses and begin to saddle them. Levi offers you another strange look.

“I said to not take me somewhere weird”, he chastises.

“Getting on a horse doesn’t mean we’re going somewhere weird”, you say, “It means we’re going somewhere fun.”

He folds his arms and looks around at the deserted stable. Most of the stable hands had probably snuck in to join the party. No one was around. He folds his arms again and his eyes observe your movements. His gaze burns into you making you feel hot.

“Horses mean we’re going somewhere far”, he states. You grab the two horses you tacked up and walk out of the stables. You take a moment to take note of Levi’s dark eyes and slight slouch. He’s tired.

You stop in front of him and hold out his reins.

“Captain, I say this in the nicest way possible”, You begin, “Stop whining and get on the horse.”

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Levi eventually got on the horse. His shoulders were stiff but he followed without asking anymore questions. You know that this is his way of saying that he trusts you. After 20 minutes of travel you see the cabin beginning to take a shape. A large wooden house built on the edge of a lake with a boardwalk stretching over the water. As you approach you see Levi give the place a once-over. Eyes keenly observing every nook, every scratch and chip of the wood.

You dismount and tie the horses to the horse station. You give each one a pat before turning towards the boardwalk. On it are tables and chairs arranged neatly, spaced far apart from one another. Above the steps is a sign that reads “Lake Carigan Tea House”.

“Tada!” You proclaim. Levi comes to stand next to you.

“A Tea Shop?” He asks. Although he may seem uninterested, you can see the spark in his eyes. The glimmer of interest.

“Yes, they’re normally closed today but they’ll make an exception for us.”

You stride forward and knock on the door. An elderly couple emerge from the house. Both smile down at you as you explain your situation, although the shop is closed, your past experiences with them allow them to make an exception. Levi stands behind feeling awkward as you exchange short sentences with them. Eventually you wave at them with a smile and walk back to Levi. You reach out to grab his hand again, to which he reluctantly accepts. You lead him up the steps onto the sturdy wood floating above the lake.

“I want you to see something”, you say.

The sun droops in the sky. The air feels fresh on the lake. You direct Levi to stand beside you. Leaving forward, you prop your arms up on the railing, staring down at the clear blue water.

“What?”, he asks.

You turn your head to the side and smile at him. The sun droops again, finally low enough that the sky begins to change. Colours vibrantly stretch across the sky. Shimmering and resonating in the atmosphere. The various rays of colour pierce through the clouds as if shining through broken glass. The air has come alive with warmth. Each incandescent charge of light is striking and bold. The lake water below reflects the imagery perfectly, the scene becoming awash in a glow that resonates an indescribable feeling. The world has stopped breathing.

“This”, you breathe out. Each and every time you witness the sunset at this particular place, it steals your breath away. However, for the first time, you tear your eyes away from the scene and focus on Levi. The Captain’s face has brightened considerably. Eyes wide with a childlike curiosity as he witnesses one of the greatest gifts of nature.

“It’s Beautiful”, he says, lips tugging upwards into a smile.

“I like it when you smile”, You say, keenly observing his reaction. For a moment he seems surprised. He looks down at the wood of the boardwalk before looking back towards you. Your breath catches. Never before would you believe that you would see Levi silhouetted by the light of a setting sun, just able to make out the smile on his face and adoration in his eyes.

“Tea is served”, comes a shrill voice from behind you. The elderly lady happily places a pot onto the table along with two cups. She nods her head as you thank her before she takes her leave.

You sit down across from Levi. You clear your throat awkwardly before beginning. “This is Lady Grey tea, I also asked her to put aside a few leaves for you. This tea is only grown in the valley beyond that mountain”, you nod your head towards the nearby expanse of land.

You focus your gaze more intently on him, “happy Birthday Levi.”

Your words come out far more earnest than you expected. Your use of his actual name instead of title somewhat surprises him, you have always teased the Captain using his rank. Your face flushes red before turning your gaze back to the still water as you sip on the hot drink. Levi stands up from the other side of the table, drawing your eyes towards him. His gaze feels too hot, stealing the air from your lungs. He stands in front of you before kneeling down, lifting up your left arm he places a tiny kiss on the inside of your wrist.

“Thank You, Y/n”

You freeze for a moment before raising your right hand to cup his face. You run your thumb across his cheek in a soothing manner. In this moment he brings your left hand towards his face and snuggles into it as though he is some sort of cat. Placing more kisses, but this time he runs from the wrist to the palm of your hand.

You simply can’t help it. His intoxicating presence has you spellbound. You lean forward before hesitating. Lips hovering over his own.

“Y/n, You are incredible.”

He makes the move. Taking your actions as permission he surges upwards to lock his lips onto your own. Soft, pouty lips connecting with yours. Fires burn in your heart. Heat rising. You have never loved this man so much. With both hands on either side of his face, you caress his smooth skin and slip your fingers into his hair. You feel him move before two strong hands land on your legs, creeping upwards. Gently they rub your thighs. He pulls away, takes a long breath of air before hastily diving back into your presence. Both of your lips dance against the other as a battle of dominance ensues. You remain like this for a long time. A hot exchange of breathy kiss after kiss. Eventually you're able to pull away from each other. A string of saliva connecting your two lips as you flush red before swiping shyly at your mouth.

“Captain”, you say, “If you’d like, I don’t live far from here.”

He nods, standing up again before helping you to your feet. The offer hangs in the air but Levi is not hesitant in his response. Eyes darkened with lust.

“Let’s go”

#aot fic #aot #attack on titan #levi attack on titan #attack on titan x reader #Levi Ackerman #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #soft!levi #Happy birthday #birthday #special #levi heichou #levi #Happy Birthday Levi #The literal gift to Humanity

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freyfall · 4 years

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So @onebizarrekai just recently posted that corrupted Dream thing, and a bunch of y’all are wondering what the context is. Basically, Ky and I have a 66k-word roleplay on about 4 different google docs that’s a huge JMV/DINTIS/Dreamswap crossover, in which the main plot is the fact that somehow they keep getting shunted across multiverses and also DS Dream wants to eradicate all the corruption in both other multiverses now that he knows they exist (and then all the shenanigans that follow).

Currently within the storyline, DS Dream isn’t fully corrupted (yet), but he’s certainly on the way there, due to a rather nasty scenario in which Obsidian and Jet trick Dream into getting locked in a magic blocking cell - a cell in which Obsidian’s free to get his revenge by starting the corruption process on Dream himself.

Anyways, I’m going to include the excerpt from the roleplay itself below the cut here. Warning: there are blatant rape-y overtones in this scene, and while it’s not explicit/NSFW, please proceed with caution.

This scene is co-written by myself and @onebizarrekai.

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It wasn’t long after Dream left Zuli and Jade before he received an incoming signal on the police radio he held clipped to his shirt. “Lord Dream! Lord Dream, come in!”

“What is it?” Dream asked as he walked down the hallway, making his way towards the prison wing again.

Finch’s voice drifted from the radio again. “You need to come to the max-security cell immediately. Something’s gone wrong with the system.”

A wave of urgency ran through Dream. “Get the soldiers over there! Let them know!” he responded. “I’ll be over as quickly as I possibly can!”

“Yes sir. I’ll get them immediately!” There was a small click of the radio, and then it was silent. Dream broke out into a run almost immediately. Something was wrong with the system? It must have been like what happened with the others–maybe there was someone tampering with everything after all. He couldn’t let Obsidian get out, not again. This was supposed to be safer.

He scrambled through hallways and doorways until he reached the outside of the chamber where Obsidian’s cell was. Oddly, there were no guards outside the room where they had been originally stationed, but his mind was clouded enough with worry that he didn’t pay it heed. He barged into the room, seeing Obsidian lying on the floor of the cell, completely unmoving, the door of the cell wide open.

Warily, Dream approached. He drew his sword from his belt, coming up to the glass. Obsidian seemed to be lying in a puddle of what looked like corruption, but for all Dream knew, it could have been blood, based on tests that they had done earlier. Dream was uncertain whether to check the calibrator and close the door, or check to see if Obsidian was dead.

He drew one step too close. Dream heard faint noise come from the calibrator. He whirled around, Jet’s eyes meeting his with a smile. Obsidian took hold of Dream’s ankle, pulling him into the cell with a delighted laugh. Dream grunted as he fell, landing fully in the cell. The door closed, and Obsidian rose to his feet. A moment passed before Dream realized that his wings were gone, and Obsidian was no longer reacting to his magic.

“W…What…” Dream stammered. “What… did you do?” He scrambled to his feet, moving towards the wall. His grip on his sword tightened.

“Oh, I’ve been waiting for this,” Obsidian said, part of it through teeth clenched into a wide grin. “It was even worth getting burned by your - insufferable magic.” He held his palms out openly. The hand he had grabbed Dream’s ankle with had a dark burn on it, but Obsidian still moved it around freely despite how painful it must have been. “How does it feel to be powerless, Lord Dream? You scared yet? If you aren’t, well. You will be.”

Dream furrowed his brow. “Where are my soldiers?” he asked. “If you think this is all it takes to get through me, you’re sorely mistaken.”

Obsidian snorted. “You thought I was done? You thought I’d just trap you here and be done with it? Oh, no. No no no.” Obsidian stepped forward, clenching his burned fist tightly. Slowly, an indigo glow became visible behind him, and dark, writhing tentacles began to form. “Did I mention that it’s been a while since I stretched this magic, so to speak?” he said, extending the tentacles outwards and, indeed, stretching them. “I think it deserves a bit of use - and what better subject for it than the one that’s been pissing me off the most?”

In a brief instant, Dream grabbed hold of the radio clipped to his shirt. “Soldiers, this is a code–”

One of Obsidian’s tentacles immediately shot forward and grabbed the radio, crushing it in its grasp. “Nope. None of that,” Obsidian tutted, striding closer as he tossed away the broken pieces. “And we should probably get rid of that, as well.” The tentacle grabbed Dream’s sword, yanking it out of his hand and snapping it in half. Dream gasped as it happened, the fear in his eyes clouding the disappointment that his signature weapon had just been broken. “Now, where were we? Oh yeah. I was gonna fuck you up.”

“You’re insane to think that this will work out for you,” Dream told him. “Nobody is going to just sit by and let this happen.”

“Yeah, but I’ve got the physical strength of the hulk and the willpower of a petulant child. You constantly underestimate me, and look where that’s gotten you. Right. Under.” He stepped closer, putting his hand under Dream’s chin and pressing his thumb against Dream’s lower lip. “My thumb.”

Dream wanted to flinch away, but there was nowhere to go. He remained stiff, frozen, mind scrambling for a way out of this, an idea, anything–but nothing came to mind. “I’m… sure you only have so long,” he said.

“In that case, I’m fully prepared to enjoy every moment.” His tentacles started to snake forward, closing Dream in on both sides. Obsidian’s hand shifted to grip Dream’s chin in a more secure manner. It tightened slightly, almost to the point of bruising. “I’m sure you’ve figured out by now that my intention is to corrupt you. In that case, you were right. Good for you. Corruption likes to spread. So tell me, Lord Dream. How would you like this to go down?”

Maybe Dream could just stall for enough time, just until the soldiers arrived. “You… you can’t corrupt me,” he said. “Just because you blocked my magic doesn’t mean that it’s not still a part of me.”

“Sure, that might be a bit of a roadblock, but it’s not like your magic has any capability of fighting back now, does it? Also it doesn’t hurt to try.” Obsidian smiled smugly. “In any case, I’m sick of you talking.” The tentacles on either side of Dream wrapped around him, restraining him as tightly as possible, and Obsidian’s fingers dug into the space between Dream’s upper and lower jaw, attempting to force his mouth open. “Open wi-ide,” Obsidian said in a sing-song voice.

Dream clenched his fists. It didn’t look like he had any chance fighting this himself, even if the guards did come soon. He could infer what Obsidian was about to do, and he knew it wasn’t going to be fun.

Jet, meanwhile, was in the background, pursing his lips. He didn’t exactly feel like he wanted to watch this, but it wasn’t like he had much of a choice, seeing as how he was in charge of operating the cell.

Gleefully, Obsidian pried Dream’s mouth open, and immediately took the chance to take one of his free tentacles and shove it down Dream’s throat. Obsidian practically purred in delight at the choked noise Dream made. He leaned in closer, pressing an ear to Dream’s chest. He took his free hand and settled it to rest on Dream’s waist with yet another firm grip. “Having fun yet?” he snarked, but naturally, Dream could provide no response with the exception to muffled choking. “Oh, silly me, I forgot, it’s so rude-” Obsidian punctuated that with a sharp shove of the tentacle further down Dream’s throat, “-to talk with your mouth full, isn’t it?”

“Jesus Christ, don’t kill him,” Jet said from the background.

“He can breathe through his nose,” Obsidian said. “Besides, if he passes out, I’ll just let him breathe again. Simple as that. I just think this is the most effective way to introduce his system to large amounts of corruption, don’t you think?” Obsidian paused, looking up at Dream, and then grinned. “Unless you’d like to watch me fuck him right here on the cell floor. That’d be entertaining, too.”

“Do you want me to leave you locked in there with him?” Jet asked.

“I don’t know, sounds tempting,” Obsidian replied, enjoying watching Dream squirm. “It’d give us some nice quality time together, don’t you think?” He pointed that last bit at Dream, who still couldn’t respond.

“Ah, of course,” Jet said, rolling his eyes. “Nice quality time until you realize that nobody is going to get you out of there and the plan goes to shit. Keep it tame.”

Obsidian pouted. “You wouldn’t come back in a few hours to free me? Oh dear, I thought we had a bit of a bond, Jet.”

“And if you want to maintain it, then don’t go overboard, all right?” Jet asked him. “You’ll just have to wait longer for me if you do.”

Obsidian rolled his eyes. “You’re no fun,” he said, then recoiled his hands and the tentacle in Dream’s throat. Instead, he reached for Dream’s shirt with one hand, clapping the other over his mouth as he coughed and gagged. “You better not hurl that back up,” Obsidian growled softly. “That’s an important dosage right there. I wouldn’t want to have to do it all over again.” After a moment, Obsidian took his other hand and grabbed the charm that hung around Dream’s neck, not bothering with the clasp and simply snapping the chain. He tossed it aside and tore at the button-up, pushing the fabric aside so he could see the area of skin over Dream’s heart. Already, faint dark vein marks were beginning to show. “Perfect,” Obsidian muttered. “Great start, I must say. Thanks for being so cooperative,” he cooed, and removed the hand from Dream’s mouth. Dream’s throat was burning, nausea causing his vision to reel. Nobody was coming for him. Was he really hopeless to this atrocity?

“Now, are you going to let me out?” Obsidian sighed, stepping away from Dream and towards the door. He crossed his arms. “I believe we have a castle to conquer.” Dream’s legs gave out as Obsidian moved away. He weakly shifted as the door opened for Obsidian, but everything was spinning and he felt like the faintest movement would have him vomiting everywhere. Was it over, though?

Even if Obsidian fully intended to corrupt him, and even succeeded, those two were obviously fools to believe that was the end of it all.

Obsidian stepped out of the cell and let the door close behind him. He tossed a glance over his shoulder, smirking at his handiwork, and then walked towards Jet, grinning. “Now. Off to conquer, shall we? I assume Koroit and Zircon are on their way to stand guard over him.” Obsidian jerked his head in the direction of the cell.

Jet shrugged. “I suppose,” he said. “We should go to the sound room to make an announcement. And by we, I mean you better let me make it. I’ve always wanted to do something like this.”

“Do what you want about the announcement, I don’t care. Just as long as you make it clear that we’re in charge now,” Obsidian said. “Knock yourself out.”

Jet extended his hand towards Obsidian. “Shall we go?” he asked, a smirk on his face.

Obsidian looked at Jet’s hand. For a split second, it seemed like he wasn’t going to take it, but then he carefully extended his own hand to grip it. “Do you even have to ask?”

Jet gave him something of an eyeroll. “Well, if I didn’t ask, I figured you would stare blankly at me until I explained it,” he said. “We can’t waste that kind of time, now can we?”

Obsidian glared at Jet. “Just go. If you’re so insistent about wasting time, then how about you don’t waste any more?”

In return, Jet swept them straight into the ground without any warning whatsoever.

#yay writing #polarity mv stuff #jmv #dintis #dreamswap #the giant crossover rp #aka the toasty cinematic universe

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a-forgotten-spirit · 4 years

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Chained To Him (7)

Pairing: Dad Aizawa x reader (platonic), Dad Mic x reader (Platonic), Bakugou x reader (slow build)

Summary: The last rounds in the sports festival

Words: +- 4000

Warnings: Orphan, villains parents, you watched the season you’ll be fine, broken bones, fixing broken bones, the sports festival arc,

A/N: I tried to make it as similar to the original had to change who characters fight to move it along. I apologize this took awhile, I am beyond busy.

Tags: @puppetofyourdreams @aurorahoneybuns @star-witchs-blog @mha4life007

Masterlist

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 ________________________________________________________________ Chapter 7

I was going to win, no one was going to stop me. I didn’t care, I was going to win. There will be no exceptions. I walked back to the room I was occupying and was getting ready for the next fights. If they progressed then I would be fighting them. I hadn’t even looked at my next opponent but I would win, it didn’t matter. To begin the second round it was Midoriya versus Todoroki. Todoroki was an opponent worth watching; he was the only one I worried for when facing Bakugou, even though he had two quirks like myself he had morals and didn’t seem to like to fight. He looked as though he wished to prove something to not only the world but himself. Little whispers flowed around me of their thoughts and I smiled.

“The son of Endeavour” I smiled, I already knew that. I was there the day he got recommended, I was there when his father came to give my own fathers papers and things so he could attend. He was the only one I was worried about, he wanted to win this. The fight in his eyes said so.

The fight began and I sat and watched intently, my body leaned forward and eyes narrowed, I was meant to be in the stands but I wanted to be here. No one would distract me today. Todoroki started with a cloud of ice towards the green-ette but a simple flick of a finger and Midoriya was still standing teeth grit and eyes wide. This would be a good fight, though Midoriya was hurting himself in the end. It was all a matter of how long he could go for. More ice and another flick, he only had eight fingers left and he had to be in pain. There is no way he couldn’t be. Another wave of ice and another flick, this was going to be awhile. The air looked cold and frostbitten, so did Todoroki’s arms. Another wave and yet another flick. Then Todoroki was running on ice, another flick and then an attack from Todoroki, Midoriya jumped and then ice and another flick. This was ridiculous. He was hurting himself to win. This whole thing was meant to show off your quirk. Todoroki was back up with a breath of ice.

“Shaking” I tilted my head “arm too cold” I smirked, he had to regulate himself but he seemed to not want to use his other side. I wondered why “Father” I nodded. He didn’t want to use his father's power, it made sense. More ice and another flick. Todoroki caught himself. He had amazing control of his power. I couldn’t hear what they were saying but Midoriya was yelling it seemed, he was shaking. Maybe it would have been better to sit in the stands so I could hear what he was saying. A scream from Midoriya with a clenched fist that had to strike pain through him, I waited. Time wasn’t moving as I sat there my hands in my lap leaning forward, waiting. Todoroki was on the move, running eyes narrowed. He was slower. “Too cold” I nodded.

He jumped but then was punched across the field not without a hit to Midoriya's arm, though the other was up within seconds. The fight was back and forth, I believe Midnight would soon step in. She had too, right? Back and forth, ice and flicks. This was never going to end, they had to stop them before one got brutally injured. Todoroki was shaking, Midoriya was out of fingers. This would end soon, though I didn’t know who was going to win, it wasn’t even far from it but Todoroki needed to get his head in the game. Ice spread over his side as they came together with a punch to his abdomen and he looked dead, body falling. I wanted to look away, he looked sad, so very sad. Then his other side was alight, firing raging around him, he was using both sides. There was no way he was to lose now. The ice melted, he was regulating his temperature, he was going to win, there was no way he couldn’t with his full quirk. Then we were about to fight but with power, ice, fire and cement colliding the area burst with force and then when the smoke cleared it was Todoroki who was the one in bounds and standing.

The area had to be cleaned up then the next match Iida versus the girl from 1-B, the one with the vines, was over relatively quickly. Iida simple ran her out of bounds, it wasn’t that exciting and I could easily dodge his attack with my chains. A good show of his quirk and speed though so I couldn’t complain. I stood up, I was next. I would win, there was no room for failure. I was doing this so I could fight Bakugou, I was doing this for my parents. I was doing this to show the world I wasn’t villainous. It was my turn, I walked out into the field, my steps slow, everyone was quiet. This is a well-anticipated match, we both could stand still and fight. We both were ranged attacks but that’s what he was expecting. When on the field I bowed to him and he bowed back. I was going to win this.

“Begin” Midnight shouted and then Dark shadow was coming straight for me. He was moving quickly as I stood still and then at the last moment I crouched the chains burst from my back and attacked quickly and without hesitance. I was then running, I wasn’t even looking in the dark shadow, my eyes narrowed as I ran towards Tokoyami.

More chains tied up Dark Shadow and then I sent out a punch, dodged. I dodged his attack with a simple move of my shoulder though I never let my eyes drift from his own. My eyes narrowed and he widened. I ducked and he jumped, high pulling himself towards the sky to dodge. My chains faded and then knew ones as I threw myself into the air.

“I apologise” I called out and grabbed his leg with a chain and threw him towards the ground harshly “but I refuse to lose” dark shadow was brought down with him as I let myself fall to the ground with a thud then coming to my full height. “Are you able to fight?” I asked and stood, he could give up if he wished. He was up and breathing heavily. “Again”

I was running and a dark shadow was coming toward me, I ducked bending my knees and skidding along the ground chains coming to protect my body as I skid, I pushed myself up and then began to fight Dark shadow, he was stronger and I was pushed back. Chains dug into the ground and held him off. “Dark shadow” Tokoyami yelled and I blocked another hit.

“I will not lose” I yelled and then slammed my foot into the ground and pushed, I was pushing dark shadow “I will not lose” I yelled again. I wasn’t going to lose this, I was going to show everyone I could win. I didn’t need the other half of my quirk, I could win. I felt a hit to my side and I went flying digging my hands and chains into the ground to hold myself in the field. I looked up to see Tokoyami pulling a fist into his body.

I needed to pay more attention. I stood up and held my rib cage, it was a good hit. I smirked and stood fully cracking my neck from the whiplash and turned to them. I would not lose. I will not lose. Dark shadow was racing towards me, claws out and mouth wide. Chains stopped him and threw him into the ground with a grunt. I walked forward, slowly my feet connected with the ground.

“He is watching” I nodded “He is strong” I nodded again. “We will win” I smiled and then I was running, faster than ever as I came to his back my hands out and grabbed his shoulders and I jumped and twisted and then brought him down beneath me. Chains came out and held his arms down as I straddled him to the ground.

He struggled for a moment and then he let his head rest back “You win” I smiled and then came the cheers as I left his body and stood, chains coming back as I held out a hand. He took it and I pulled him up as a dark shadow came and looked down.

I held his hands and bowed at the waist “Thank you” I whispered and looked back up. “Both of you. Thank you for the fight and sorry for going a bit overboard” he shook his head and smiled with dark shadow.

“You’re welcome” then we left the field, my hands leaving his own, I waved to the dark shadow and then the cheers, Pa was announcing my win but my eyes lifted to Bakugou and my hand rose with a point. I was indicating he was next.

I walked out to the field and when in the tunnel I smiled, wide and my hands began to shake, I won. I won, I would be moving on. I would win, Bakugou just had to win. I smiled wider. One more fight then Bakugou, if he won. He did, he won against Kirishima. Kirishima had an amazing defence with his quirk but continuous explosions would put anyone off. Bakugou also had amazing reflexes and agility, it was more than insane. He wasn’t human, his quirk had nothing to do with his speed or agility on foot yet he dodged like he knew the others moved in advance. Continuous explosions and the overuse of Kirishima’s quirk meant Bakugou was going to win.

Now he just had to beat Todoroki and I had to beat Iida, then we could fight. One more match, one more match. I was up first. I brushed off my legs and then I was walking out onto the field. I sighed out, he was fast, the fastest in our class. I bowed as did he then the fight began. He was running, I had not anticipated his speed, I sunk to the ground missing his arms by millimetres. Chains sprouted and he was off and running. How was I meant to catch someone I couldn’t. I could use the other half of my quirk, I looked down to my hand and sighed and shook my head, no. The only person worthy of that is Bakugou, I would beat him. There was no way I wouldn't beat him.

He was at my side and my arm rose to deflect his attack as I smiled and twisted, throwing a kick into his side, he tripped but was up and running away quickly. I nodded. All the information was rushing through my mind. My eyes couldn’t catch him and my chains relied on my eyes. I sighed and closed my eyes.

“She’s closing her eyes” Pa yelled and I let all my senses die as I put everything into feeling. His body was moving, running toward me. A chain came and he dodged, faster. I stood still and then waited, another attack, another dodge. Another attack and another dodge. I needed him in the perfect spot, the perfect spot. He needed to move slightly, now. My eyes burst open and I ran grabbing his arm and throwing him harshly over my shoulder eyes wide and then slammed him into the ground with a grunt. Chains were then placed at the ready as I stood looking down at him.

He nodded and then I stepped back, my chains curling around my torso and then one of my legs. Something they did when they wished to be out but not in the air. I stood back hearing the cheers as he quickly got up and smiled with a bow, I bowed back. Then I was off chained firmly around my body as I walked out. Once in the tunnel, the smile was wide and proud as I jumped around.

“He must win” I nodded, Katsuki had to win, he was going to win. I knew he was going to win, he would, no questions asked. Though I couldn’t stop the worry. “You won” I nodded, I did win. I won fair and square with only my chains. With Bakugou’s speed and strength, I doubted I could beat him without the use of my full quirk.

I walked back into the room and waited for Todoroki and Bakugou' fight. Todoroki was range attacks while Bakugou preferred close combat but could do range. The bigger the explosion the more force behind it, my chains could keep me in place. I could win against him, I hoped. Though if he got in close then there wasn’t much I could do, I believe his agility and speed much outweigh my own so there wasn’t much to do in that aspect, I just had to keep him at a distance.

I sat back and waited for Todoroki and Bakugou, I was beyond worried, this matchup was insane. Both their power and their might was commendable but I couldn’t stop my hands from shaking. I wanted to verse Bakugou, I wanted to show the world I could be a hero. I wanted to be someone people looked up too and could see as an up and coming hero. I wanted to win, I wanted to fairly win and for that, I needed to use my full quirk so I could win fairly.

The fight began as most with Todoroki, ice clouded the stadium, Bakugou, on the other hand, was moving so rapidly to try and explode the ice faster than it was coming at him but then he was covered. Was it done? Was this over, did Bakugou lose that quickly? The stadium shook periodically, each seeming hit shook the area but no one was attacking. My eyes were wide, he was in there, he was getting out, right? The ice was cracking and then an explosion and he was out, jumping over the ice steam came off his hands. He was so fast being able to dodge quickly, he used an explosion to get out of way. That was training beyond belief. Grabbing Todoroki’s shoulder he flipped and then threw the poor male, ice caught him. It was fast, I couldn’t feel pain from my chains but if enough damage was done I was sure I’d feel something. Todoroki was surfing but with Bakugou in the air, he was caught but then thrown. No fire? He could have potentially won if he did. Explosions came from his palms loud and one after another. Bakugou was screaming, I could even hear him. He was offended Todoroki isn't using his full power, I would too. I would give him a fair fight. Todoroki was on fire and Bakugou was coming through the air and at the moment of impact the fire extinguished, ice steaming and shattering in the air. The smoke cleared and Bakugou was on the ground while Todoroki, on the other hand, was sprawled out on his ice. Bakugou was running at him, grabbed his shirt and then he too fell Midnight behind him. It wasn’t a real win in his eyes. I could see that. Midnight announced the winner and then we would take a break until he awoke.

I leaned back “He won, unfairly” I nodded to the voice by my ear, “I thought, fair, others didn’t” breath “try hard” I nodded. The voice was right, Todoroki didn’t try. He let his fire extinguish. I sighed out and calmed my racing heart, he wouldn’t be out for long and with the last match, I knew I was going to be on the receiving end of that anger. I wanted it, I wanted to win. Everyone knew he was strong but now this was my time, my time to show the world who I was and what I was capable of.

A teacher came in and told me Bakugou was awake and ready, also mentioning he was not happy and overall in a feral mood. I smiled and got up off the chair and began my walk to the stadium, I could see the light at the end and then the cheers. The screaming and cheering as I walked out and then looked forward to the glaring male, he was more than pissed, small explosions leaving his palms.

When I was in the stadium I smiled at him and bowed, his head lowered and I sighed out. “I saw your last fight, I can feel the anger” I spoke out and everyone went silent. I didn’t talk so this was new. He growled and eyes narrowed.

“You better bring everything you’ve got” he screamed and his hand was out small explosions coming from his palms as I looked over his form, shoulders tensed and eyes wide.

I smiled and my hands came to the bottom of my jumped I pulled it over my head and threw it to the side, I stretched my arms and then looked at him “Don’t worry Bakugou” I smirked letting my arms fall “Earn the rest of my quirk” I wanted to irk him, make him madder than he already was. I wanted a true angered fight Don’t hold back”

Then the fight began, it was fast he was up and coming in threw the air. I could fight in the air too, chains sprouted and I was in the air coming full force at him. An explosion came to my side but I dodged grabbing his shoulder twisting us and chains went to the ground as I pushed him down and we were barreling towards the ground. At the point of impact, an explosion went off as I was thrown off and slammed against the ground. The smoke cleared and we were both getting up to look at each other.

His smile was wide as he looked me over “That was a good idea” he dusted off his pants and then he was running “But you’re slow” an explosion close and I was pulled out of the way by an unseen force. Another explosion and I was pulled down to the ground and a chain came up to push his arm out of the way and another went off.

I rose and punched his stomach but then an explosion came to my mid and I was off and flying as my back collided with the ground and then I was pulled out of the way by a chain. I stood and my eyes drifted over to his form. I could not win, he was far too powerful. This is only half of my power, I could win this. I turned and my chains dug into the ground to hold myself in place, I was too close to the edge as is. My hands came up to protect myself from the debris. I sighed out and cracked my neck.

“You’re strong Bakugou” I smiled and looked down to my palm “Chains can only do so much” his eyes narrowed and a smirk came rushing to his face. “I want a fair fight, I want to show everyone I am better than you” We were similar, I wanted to show I was worthy of winning. I looked up to the Bakugou “Hello” I whispered and felt the board coming from my chest as I stood and watched him, everyone was silent. Within seconds I was ready, eyes black and veins from my eyes the same, my hands black. Then we were at it again.

Chains came up from the ground and tried to grab him as I watched and looked him over, he was faster and more powerful than before he wanted to win. He was pushing chains, I could feel it but when he was in front of me an explosion went off at my mid and I was flying, my arm flinging over my head and a crack could be heard. I rose and grabbed my arm, throwing it to the side, a crack being heard, loud and I shook it off.

“You can’t break an Ouija board, you know that Bakugou” I was then running and the fight began once more explosions and chains collided, I was looking at them like a Kraken coming from the Earth to attack him. He was fast though. I ran but he sure and I was thrown but he grabbed my back as I soared and exploded me towards the ground on my front. I gasped and got up slowly holding my chest.

“You can’t break it but it is in front of your other organs” I laughed and stood fully looking at him as I smiled and nodded. “Don’t you underestimate me” he screamed and was in the sky again doing his fancy little missile trick like he did with Todoroki.

I couldn’t dodge and no chains could help me “Shield” a voice whispered “Chains, people, protect” my eyes widened and chains dug into the Earth as I also dug my boots into the Earth. I sighed out and grit my teeth.

“Spirit Shield” I screamed and chains came out quickly encircling my body and then standing in front of me as he impacted. I had my hands out to hold it as I held it up and grunted. Smoke encircled the stadium and when it passed I swayed as the chains came to wrap around my body, Bakugou was up and smiling.

“It looked like you didn’t do that” he yelled but I could see his arm shaking. He was reaching his limit, I was too. I sighed out as he shook out his arms and began to walk “You didn’t do you” he snarled and I shrugged.

“What can I say” a chain came out “Each loop in the chain is a spirit I have met and kept in my board” my hand came to trace over my chest feeling the grooves. “They protect their board” I narrowed my eyes and then a chain wrapped around his waist “But this one, this one I’m controlling” I then rose him and then slammed him into the ground as I ran over and chains went over his arms and legs to keep him to the ground. I crouched and put my hand on his chest. He was breathing heavily and then let his head fall back onto the ground “Thank you” I smiled and then stood back up letting the chains go and grabbing his hand and bringing him up.

“Fuck you” he whispered but that smirk still on his face. I smiled and a chain slowly wrapped around my leg. I bowed and his head went down too. Then I was smiling and jumping around.

“Aizawa Y/N is the winner” I jumped up my hands rising as the cheers and screams were heard. I was so happy, I was smiling more as I looked up my parents and then the screaming came.

“That’s my princess” I stopped and flushed “Aizawa Y/N, is the winner” I was surprised the glass didn’t break but I did notice Dad happily smiling. I was beyond happy, nothing could be better than this.

“Good job Y/N, you won. You won’t win next time” I turned to Bakugou and smiled as I punched his shoulder and smiled. He lightly got pushed but then he was fun as I put my hands on my hips.

“Goodbye,” the black faded but the chain stayed as I smiled and then we were taken to the back to get ready for the award ceremony. I was over the moon, my mind was racing as I smiled and jumped down the tunnel. ________________________________________________________________

Chapter 8

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liujinhee · 3 years

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Word Count: 1,403

Summary: When the team goes overboard with their “group chat without Leeteuk” joke, it's gonna take more than a few buttering up attempts from Heechul to get them back in the man's good graces.

After so many years of being around each other, the Super Junior members like to think they have each other figured out. Mostly. Or at the very least, what makes them tick, so they'll never make the mistake of stepping on a landmine.

But there are still times, of course, where they push, stretch, and overstep. Those are the times where they rely on the rest to help patch things up, tightening the seams till they're back to what they were before. It's just unfortunate that none of them are good at dealing with such a situation when it comes to the eldest Jungsoo.

It all begins, as it tends to, with a joke. Harmless teasing on camera, something that can be edited into a highlight clip to increase viewership when the episode airs. That's what they're here for, after all. To promote.

“We can't talk about these things with Teukie hyung around,” Hyukjae is saying, smiling wide. “So we do it in the group chat without him.”

Jungsoo prepares to react to the joke, the same one they've been using throughout their recent show appearances. That's when something slightly different from the norm happens—Heechul joins in, sounding excited. The real kind of excitement, where he's bouncing on his feet, gummy smile a mirror of Hyukjae's.

“Yah, I get exactly what you mean! Like, remember when we wanted to eat jjamppong just before a recording? Teukie would've killed us if he'd known.”

Even more unexpectedly, Hankyung speaks up as well, the words falling from his lips fluently, as it always does when the situation suits him. “Ah, I remember that! It's amazing how we managed to finish all that food within ten minutes.”

As the other members mumble some form of agreement, doubt begins creeping into Jungsoo's mind. The rest shared a memory he doesn't recall in explicit detail. It's not in their style to make a running gag this believable—unless it's not a lie?

He makes a grab for the nearest member, who so happens to be Kyuhyun. “Kyuhyun-ah, give me your phone.”

Kyuhyun just blinks at him, a tiny crease between his brows, and Jungsoo wonders if he sounds as hysterical as he feels. But he's fixated now, and he won't rest till he gets a definite answer. Jungsoo musters his tone of authority and repeats, “Phone, now.”

Someone grabs his arms then, grip loose, and he lets himself be held, remembering that they are still on camera. It's Sungmin. “Hyung, don't worry, we're just playing around. Of course we don't have a group chat without you!”

“Really?”

Sungmin squeezes him, once, sincerity dripping from his voice as he promises, “Really.”

Jungsoo manages to smile, and even crack a few jokes, but unlike the previous times, their reassurance doesn't work its magic, doesn't clear that fog of doubt from his mind. It eats at him even after shooting ends and they're about to go their separate ways till their next schedule, so he sets his eyes on the member he's sure to be able to get an honest answer from.

“Siwon-ah!” Jungsoo calls out, crowding the man into a corner. “What was that all about?”

“What was what about?”

“The group chat!” Jungsoo lowers his voice to a hiss, not wanting to draw unnecessary attention. “I thought it's fake, but the story just now seemed too real. Is there one after all?”

Siwon, bless him, gives Jungsoo a firm pat on his shoulders, looking directly into his eyes as he explains that it is indeed a real story—“Excuse me?”—but that it didn't happen in any group chat. It had been a starving Heechul, a few scheming managers, and other members who were in on the little affair.

“I swear to God that we don't have a group chat without our leader. We would be lost without you.”

Would you really? Jungsoo bites back the urge to ask. They may not have a group chat without him, but they seem to be going behind his back regardless, aren't they?

Leeteuk is an angel, but on some days, Park Jungsoo would knock on the door of his mind, needing an out. This time, he lets it happen; a sporadic decision he makes after careful consideration. Even the leader deserves to be a little petty when he's hurt, doesn't he?

It's two weeks before anyone even notices the man's changed his number, and for the first time, not a single member has access to the new one.

Hyukjae's the first one who opens up their group chat after the filming that seemed so long ago, just to notify the rest of a few things to note for their upcoming dance practice. He's nearly done with his draft when he realises the number of people in the group doesn't add up.

🐵 Wait, who left the group this time?

It’s a few seconds before a reply comes in from Jongwoon.

☁️ Teuk hyung isn’t inside anymore. There’s no notification that he left though?

🐵 Did he change his phone number again?

☁️ No idea, I didn’t hear anything about that.

🐵 Guess I’ll ask the manager to relay the message to him then…

Not thinking much of the relatively common occurrence, Hyukjae relays what he’s originally intended to, and tosses his phone aside, returning to his task at hand. Heechul’s text comes in much later, still blissfully ignorant.

🍒 What did you punks do to Jungsoo this time???

See, the thing is, it’s impossible for any member to avoid another completely. Not when they're a contract bound idol group currently actively performing and filming for their comeback. Let alone when it's the leader who is, for the lack of a better word, brooding.

Jungsoo is undoubtedly a professional in every sense of the word, performing his duties without a hitch at their next group activity, where he so happens to be the host. No one else would've noticed how things are off; the way Jungsoo's smile is a little too bright, his words a little sharper, his posture a little stiffer.

They confirm it when Youngwoon makes an attempt at a jab but is cut off by Jungsoo. It's done smoothly, both parties reacting suitably in a way that it seems intentional, but the message is clear: somehow, somewhere between the two schedules, they've pissed Jungsoo off. Their guard is immediately up, unwilling to take any risks at worsening their situation when they don't have all the facts yet.

Jungsoo, being him, notices the change in his members immediately. Well, good. They can suffer for a bit for once without knowing anything. Meanwhile, he intends to make the most out of the three hour filming.

And he does.

Of course, Donghae brings up the issue the second they arrive back at the waiting room during filming break, as usual too small for a group as large as they are.

“Hey, isn't something awfully wrong with Teuk hyung today?”

“Yeah, he seemed pretty mad somehow,” Kibum agrees with a frown, eyeing the doorknob as if Jungsoo will come barging in with a lecture any second. They all know Jungsoo doesn't take breaks when filming, though. “Should we apologise to him?”

“How can we apologise when we don't even know what we did, if we even did?” Ryeowook points out from the chair he's claimed, a half empty bottle in his hand. He sets it down on the table with just a tad too much force, his next words spoken with a pout. “If anything, we should be asking why he changed his number without telling any of us.”

From where he stands in Ryeowook's blind spot, Kyuhyun rolls his eyes, no doubt remembering the man's wails about the time he called Jungsoo's number to have a stranger pick up. His words seem to have an effect on Siwon, however, the man's eyes widening as he straightens from where he's been leaning against the wall.

“Ah!”

“That's never a good sign,” Shindong mutters, on point as he always is.

“I think I have an idea of what Jungsoo hyung is mad about—…”

“Fuck's sake,” Youngwoon groans after Siwon recounts his previous encounter with Jungsoo. Someone slaps a palm over their forehead. All heads turn to Heechul, who's been tapping away on his phone the entire time.

“What?”

“Fix this.”

“Me? We're all to blame!”

“Yeah, but you started telling the story!”

#sj #sjteam #sj2k

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carewyncromwell · 4 years

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Back with another installment of the POTC AU...and we have entered mermaid (and men) waters, folks. These two lovely creatures are Merman!Kai Williams and Mermaid!Keira Jones, owned by @hphm-brooke, based on their designs here, but with more of the “fishy” look the mermaids have while underwater in Pirates 4! (They look much more like Brooke’s concepts, when they’re above water.) I hope I did your kids justice, cherie! Yes, I know this visual logically doesn’t work at all as neat as it looks, since Carewyn should be drowning if there’s a hole in the ship she can see through: I was stupid and half asleep when I originally drew this, but I went ahead and conjured up an explanation for it for the actual writing section, so indulge me. XD;;

Some LGBT+ headcanons of mine for the HPHM cast are also featured here -- namely, McNully as gay, Skye as lesbian, and Charlie as aroace. (I also personally see Carewyn and Orion as ace/pan and gray-A, respectively. ^.^) Feel free to ignore them if you see these characters differently than I do...goodness knows I understand why plenty of people would want to hook up with Charlie!! He can always be interpreted as demi, gray-A, or just a late bloomer here too, if thou dost prefer. <3

For the previous part of this AU, click here -- for the full POTC AU tag, click here -- otherwise, enjoy! And beware any siren song you may hear...

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The Revenge was an even more oppressive prison than it was when Carewyn was a child. Charles Cromwell had always been a very controlling, cruel man who only saw someone’s value based on what they could do for him. Even when you were family of his -- or, one could argue, especially if you were -- you were expected to never say “no” to him and to always put his desires over your own. So it was when she and Jacob were under his control way back when, and so it was now that Carewyn was alone.

Interestingly, despite Charles’s clear disdain for Carewyn having become a Commodore of the Navy, he actually seemed very coldly pleased by how she’d grown.

“The Navy may be a pathetic institution,” Charles said very coolly as he strode leisurely in a circle around Carewyn, “but at least fighting in the War toughened you up. You’re strong -- ruthless -- talented in swordplay and willing to do whatever it takes to defeat your enemies. You’ve been taught and trained to kill.”

He stopped right in front of her, his cold almond-shaped blue eyes boring into her as his lips spread into a smile.

“You are far from the weak, bleeding-heart little girl you were before, Carewyn. Before, you could only be useful in persuading other men to join my crew -- now, once we’ve finished at Isle de Muerta...you’ll be able to join your aunts by doing that and helping us with our plunder.”

Carewyn’s eyes, which were the same color and shape as Charles’s, met his gaze head-on with just as much coldness, but with no hint of a smile.

“I have no intention of being anything like Pearl or Claire,” she spat, “least of all by being one of your pawns.”

Pearl made a violent move forward, but Blaise grabbed her arm and gave her a dull warning look.

“Pawns?” repeated Charles. “I’m wounded, child. We are family -- we are blood. I raised you and your brother. I provided for you.”

“After killing both Mum and Dad right in front of us,” Carewyn said very coldly.

Charles feigned an empathetic expression, but it only came across as incredibly condescending.

“Yes -- it was a horrible thing. But your parents thought to abandon the crew, our family...to take you two children away from me, your grandfather, who loves you so dearly. And deserters and traitors must be held accountable -- any good leader knows that. It’s awful that it had to happen...but they left me no choice.”

Carewyn’s eyes flashed with hatred.

“First of all...our parents thought to protect their family -- Jacob and me -- from you. Second, any good leader knows that true loyalty is accrued through respect, not fear. Third, you always have a choice to do what’s right, and you didn’t. Fourth, I will NOT hear you try to tell me that my parents brought their deaths upon themselves when you pulled the trigger. And fifth...”

She took a step forward, aiming to get right up in Charles’s face -- Claire Cromwell grabbed her harshly by the arm and held her back, but Carewyn was strong enough to push herself forward right up into her grandfather’s personal space anyway.

“...you don’t know what love is,” hissed Carewyn venomously.

Charles’s face lost all hint of a smile or warmth, instead becoming oddly mask-like and detached as he considered her. The stillness was far, far more intimidating than his attempts at pleasantry -- it was like he truly felt nothing...like all possibility of persuasion or appealing to his better instincts was hopeless.

“It seems freedom has spoiled you, my child,” he said softly. “I suppose I’d have to blame your brother for being such a bad influence on you...at least while he was still alive.”

Carewyn’s face blanched and her eyes widened. ‘What?’

“Oh?” said Charles, raising his eyebrows in mock concern. “Were you unaware? I thought for sure something would’ve trickled back to you through the Navy. But I suppose if they had told you, you’d have had far less reason to be loyal to them. After all...the pirate who killed him ended up getting a full pardon from the crown, and now works alongside the new Lord Cutler Beckett at the East India Trading Company...a thoroughly prosperous woman, by all accounts.”

Charles’s face again grew much mask-like as he stared down at Carewyn.

“One would never know such a woman could be capable of shooting a man square in the back and then pushing him overboard into the ocean...and just when he’d returned from Port Royal, to find that his sister was gone...”

Carewyn could feel her shoulders quaking. Her eyes had fallen away from Charles and down to the deck a while ago, as she struggled to contain her emotions, but what he said --

It couldn’t be true. It couldn’t be. Jacob, dead -- Jacob, having gone to look for her, and not finding her because she’d gone off to War -- Jacob, being murdered right after he tried to come home --

“You’re lying!” snarled Carewyn, but her voice quaked with pain and grief despite her best efforts.

Charles didn’t answer. Clearly he didn’t think he had to. The silence was infinitely worse than if he’d chosen to mock her further -- it forced her to solely focus on the terrible doubt and pain flooding her chest and making it hard for her to breathe.

Charles’s gaze flickered up to Claire still holding Carewyn’s arm.

“Get Carewyn out of that Navy filth and into some proper clothes,” he said almost boredly. “Make sure to pick something that shows off her assets -- she comes from fine breeding, and we want the men of Tortuga to see that first.”

His gaze then rested on Carewyn again, twinkling with a cruel kind of satisfaction, as Claire yanked Carewyn away. Carewyn fought against her grip, but before she could pull out of it, Pearl grabbed her other arm and, with considerably more strength, helped Claire drag her away.

Carewyn was soon forced into a pair of men’s knee breeches so tight that they felt more like form-fitting stockings than trousers; tall black boots; an off-white sailor’s shirt identical to Pearl’s with such an oversized neckline that her chest was largely exposed; and an R-standard dark red coat just small enough that she couldn’t button it around herself to hide her chest better. Pearl had also pointed a pistol at Carewyn’s neck while Claire applied eye-make-up and bright red lipstick. Carewyn normally wouldn’t have minded wearing make-up -- she may have had to dress like a man out of necessity, but she liked women’s fashion a lot. Under the circumstances, though, it was impossible to enjoy it.

Needless to say, Carewyn was in no mood to take orders from Charles or exchange so much as a word with any member of his crew, whether it was her uncle, aunts, cousins, or in-laws. At one point, one night, one of those such cousins -- clearly very amused by how unhappy Carewyn was with her new “look” -- decided to try to force himself into her personal space, and Carewyn was so disgusted that she grabbed his own pistol out of his belt and pointed it right at his head to threaten him to back off. Rather than scare him, though, the cousin merely laughed.

“Go ahead!” he jeered. He clearly thought Carewyn was too much of a “good girl” to do it. “Go ahead and shoot me. Right in the head, come on -- ”

Carewyn pointed the pistol down at his thigh instead and fired.

BANG.

The younger man collapsed in on himself with a cry as his leg collapsed out from under him, the bone clearly blasted open from how close the pistol had been. Carewyn then gave the pistol a light shake to clear the smoke.

“Seems to me that place is closer to where you do most of your thinking than your head,” she said very coldly. She looked around at the rest of the crew, who’d stopped to watch, and added, “Now, all of you, stay away from me -- AHH!”

She suddenly felt a hand seize her around the neck and hoist her up off the ground.

The younger man somehow was back on his feet again, as if he hadn’t been injured at all. Carewyn’s shock only seemed to make him smugger still, even though his smile was oddly humorless.

“You’re so cute, little Winnie,” he said. “Thinking you can hurt somebody who feels nothing but pain already.”

At that very moment, the clouds parted, to reveal an eerie silver-white moon. And it was in that terrible, paralyzing moment that Carewyn saw why everyone said that the crew of the Revenge was cursed.

It seems that the medallion Jacob had stolen from Charles’s office wasn’t just a pirate trinket. It was one of 100 identical pieces from a cursed chest that once belonged to Cortez himself. Anyone who stole but one piece from the chest was cursed trapped between life and death, unable to enjoy any earthly pleasure -- food, drink, or otherwise -- with their true decaying form only revealed under moonlight. Jacob had taken the medallion with the thought that Carewyn could always sell it if they ever got really desperate for money -- Carewyn had kept it because it was one of the only things Jacob had ever been able to give her before he disappeared, and she cursed herself eternally for the sentiment now. Still, she told herself, it also hadn’t seemed safe to try to sell something that so clearly looked like a pirate medallion anyway -- just about anyone would ask where she got it, and that would’ve opened her up to a million more questions. In either case, that medallion Carewyn had was the last piece that Charles Cromwell needed to break the curse -- and thanks to her fame as the newest Commodore in the Navy, one of her portrait miniatures had found its way into Charles’s hands, revealing to him where his granddaughter had vanished to. And now he had both her and the medallion -- in short, everything he’d wanted.

Charles Cromwell decided to punish Carewyn for her little act of defiance by locking her in the brig. It was a very wet and mildew-stained place -- clearly it had been host to more than a few leaks. One hole in Carewyn’s cell in particular even showed clear blue ocean water -- she suspected that the Revenge had been patched up with quite a few spells to keep it from sinking, over the years. She remembered there was a witch on Tortuga that her grandfather sometimes made deals with -- maybe she’d given him something to keep the sea water from rushing in.

Carewyn could’ve easily broken out of the brig, but under the circumstances, she decided it wasn’t worth it. Not only did she not want to show off all her tricks yet, but the cell door would at least serve as a barrier between her and everyone else, for now. And that was what she’d wanted -- to get as far away from them as she could. Jacob would’ve understood. Jacob had always been there as a protective wall between her and the rest of their family, in the past...

The night in that cell was one of the coldest, darkest, and loneliest of Carewyn’s life. Her heart ached at the thought of Jacob -- of Percy, his face white with upset and terror when she told him to retreat -- of Bill and Charlie -- of Jules. She missed them so much, and yet she knew...she would likely never see them again. Charles Cromwell wouldn’t tolerate her insubordination for long, and if she failed to escape -- rather likely, considering that neither he nor the rest of her family could be killed, at this point -- she’d be murdered just like her parents.

...At least then...she’d see Jacob again...

She didn’t know when or how she’d fallen to sleep, but it was in her sleep, when she was most lonely, that Carewyn found herself again in her and Jacob’s tiny, old house in Port Royal, sitting at the side of her own bed, which currently held a young man with a worn brown bandana around his head, a black eye, and bandages around his arms. He looked up at her, his dark eyes rippling like the darkest sea -- and then, he rose from the bed. As he did, he changed, becoming older, with tanner skin and dreadlocks under an emerald green bandana. Orion didn’t say anything in the dream -- instead he held her gaze, drowning her in it as he gently held her hands in his...

When Carewyn awoke, she found her face wet with tears. Wiping her face clean, she sat awake for a while, revisiting Orion in her mind. As bizarre as it sounded -- just like he had many times in the past -- the thought of Orion seemed to bring her a sense of peace and focus she couldn’t quite explain. And it was for that reason that she found herself singing one of the songs she used to sing Orion to sleep, all those years ago...for the thought of him, if not for the man himself.

Abroad, as I was walking one evening in the spring,

I heard a maid in Bedlam who mournfully did sing.

Her chains she rattled on her hands, and thus replied she:

"I love my love because I know my love loves me.

Oh, cruel were his parents who sent my love to sea,

And cruel was the ship that bore my love from me --

Yet I love his parents since they’re his, although they've ruined me...

I love my love because I know my love loves me.”

As luck would have it, however, her song attracted some attention. For the waters surrounding the dreaded Isle de Muerta contained merfolk -- specifically a mermaid called Keira and a merman called Kai, who hunted as a pair and had heard Carewyn singing through the hole in the ship’s hull.

“Was that you singing?” asked Kai. He seemed the more sociable of the two -- the red-haired mermaid behind him called Keira was staying at a distance.

Carewyn rested a hand beside the hole, trying to peek out at who was speaking. She couldn’t see them very well, but from what little she could see, they didn’t look like how she’d always heard mermaids described. They appeared human enough on top, of course, but she could see scales on their faces and there was no white in their eyes. Kai had one completely brown eye and one completely blue eye, while Keira had completely blue.

“Yes,” said Carewyn.

“I could hear the longing in your voice,” said Kai. “Like a woman in love.”

Carewyn’s face flushed, but she kept as proud of an expression as she could manage.

“...Are you merfolk?”

“Why, yes,” said Kai with a smile. “And you? Are you a pirate? Or perhaps you’re a maid from Bedlam, awaiting her love’s return?”

“Neither. My name is Carewyn...but most people call me Carey Weasley.”

Keira looked at Carewyn through the hole, clearly interested despite her distance.

“You’re different than the other humans on this ship,” she said thoughtfully.

Carewyn scoffed. “I’d certainly hope so. I suppose my grandfather and his crew fear you?”

“Fear, yes,” said Keira in an oddly stiff voice, “but we don’t approach them.”

The memory of her disgusting pirate cousin as a molting skeleton rippled over Carewyn’s mind and she grimaced.

“...I don’t blame you for that. I wouldn’t be here either, if I had a choice.”

Kai raised a curious eyebrow. “You’re a prisoner, then.”

Carewyn sighed and nodded. Kai’s eyes flickered over to Keira before returning to Carewyn.

“...Perhaps we can get you out.”

Carewyn was startled. “What?”

Kai’s lips turned up in a smile. “Come with us...we’ll help you escape.”

It was strange -- Carewyn hadn’t known these two at all, but something in their voices sounded so kind. Despite everything she’d ever heard about sirens, they seemed oddly persuasive...it was like even they were singing beautifully, even while talking...

But...

“No,” she said. “My grandfather and his crew can’t be killed. I’d never be able to defeat them, while they’re like that...and anyone who tried to help me would be killed right along with me.”

Her eyes softened. “Thank you...but I have to stay here.”

Both Kai and Keira looked genuinely startled. Kai seemed to rest on his stomach in mid-air, his tail flopping up over his head as he rested his chin on his fist, his lips spreading in a much fuller, fanged smirk.

“...Well, now,” he said, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard of someone saying ‘no’ to one of our kind in order to protect them before. He shared a glance with Keira. “You truly are different, Carey Weasley.”

Keira exhaled tiredly. “Come on, Kai...let’s go.”

“Coming, coming,” said Kai in amusement, as Keira began to swim off. He added to Carewyn, “Guess we’ll never know if we would’ve been able to tempt you, if we’d met you above water...oh well. Best of luck, little Bedlam maid -- thanks for the new song!”

Kai swam in a circle to follow along after Keira and disappeared into the dark blue depths.

Back on the Artemis, the days of their voyage dragged. Jules had heard all sorts of exciting stories about pirates since she was a child, but now that she was onboard a ship with them, she found that it was far less glamorous than one would think. There was so little to do to pass the time, aside from trimming sails or swabbing decks. Charlie and Bill admitted that was a lot of what sailing on board ships was like in general -- there was plenty of excitement, sure, but only inter-spliced briefly between long stretches of nothing. On top of that, the water on board went sour before long, making it so everyone had to drink rum instead, since it was the only drink that didn’t go bad at sea. The best thing by far for Jules, though, was that there was no dress code -- and so she ditched her fancy dress as quick as she could, traded them in for a pair of men’s breeches, and then belted her chemise around her waist so that it fit more tightly like a shirt. She’d be a little embarrassed walking around in her underwear for a while, but after a while, she concluded it really wasn’t any more revealing than the loose-fitting shirt and men’s breeches Skye was wearing. Bill’s ears turned a very dark red when he first saw Jules out of her dress, though.

Their first real burst of action came when they had to battle a torrential storm that had blown in. The Artemis had been tossed about as if it were a toy in a bathtub, sea water splashing onto the deck with full-bodied waves that could knock a man off their feet. It was likely only thanks to Orion’s bizarre idea to tie everyone securely to the mast with a long piece of rope that served as a life line that no one was thrown overboard. The following day, the storm had fortunately cleared to leave an almost surreal calm. Soon everyone returned to the boring routine of before, mending torn sails and swabbing the deck, as if nothing had even happened.

The helmsman solely followed Orion’s direction of where to go, rather than using a map, so Bill, Jules, and Charlie had assumed he already knew where the Isle de Muerta was. One could therefore imagine how horrified Bill was overhearing McNully talking offhandedly to Orion one afternoon about his compass “not working right for him” -- Jules recalled that it didn’t work at Port Royal either. When the three confronted Orion about it, the Captain responded rather cryptically.

“Lieutenant Weasley said that my compass didn’t point north, Miss Farrier. That doesn’t mean it’s broken.”

Orion turned on his heel and headed back up to the helm. “A bit more to starboard.”

Bill opened his mouth to protest, but McNully climbed down one of the loose ropes enough to pat his shoulder.

“Easy, Mr. Weasley.”

He lowered himself back down into his chair and rolled it around to properly face them.

“The Captain’s compass isn’t like most compasses -- just like Orion himself isn’t like most captains.”

“But you said it wasn’t working right,” Charlie said angrily. “And all he ever seems to look at is that compass. How do we know we’re even heading the right way? Does he even know how to get to Isle de Muerta at all?”

Jules had to admit, she had doubts too. Orion had sounded pretty confident that he’d be able to find Carewyn -- but how could anyone do that, when they didn’t even have a compass that could point north?

The dispute was interrupted, however, when Orion abruptly called out from the helm.

“Put out the lamps!”

The crew immediately tensed up, and bolted around, putting out every lamp. Jules looked around in confusion.

“What are you doing?” she asked. “It’s almost dusk -- we won’t be able to see!”

“The water is darker and colder here,” said Orion solemnly, “and there’s a song on the air. The lamps would only antagonize them further.”

“‘Them?’“ recurred Jules.

“Mermaids, of course,” said Skye impatiently.

“Mermaids?”

“I heard those tales when we were all in the Navy,” said Bill, glancing at Jules a bit uneasily. “Mermaids are attracted to singing and lamplight.”

"Right,” said McNully. “There’s still a 32% chance they might show up even without those, though, so you’d best keep your wits about you.”

Skye nodded. “Mermaids are no joke. They might look beautiful above water, but they don’t look half so pretty under the water when they pull you down to the depths and eat you alive.”

Jules cringed.

“If they’re that dangerous,” she said slowly, “why don’t you do what Odysseus did, to escape the sirens? Just have someone else tie you up really tightly on the mast, and you can’t jump overboard.”

“Yeah!” Charlie piped up. “I reckon Jules, Skye, and I can handle running the ship for a bit on our own -- pretty faces don’t really do much for me.”

McNully laughed. “If being attracted to gorgeous women was the problem, then I’d be a better choice to help than Skye.”

Skye rolled her eyes and scoffed.

“Mermaids don’t just tempt you with sex,” the quartermaster explained. “They’re temptation itself. Everything about them draws you in, makes you open up to them and talk to them...lets them look right through you. They’ll try to tempt you with whatever they think you want most in the world -- and when you give in and get too close...”

She made a knife-like gesture across her throat with her finger.

“There’s only one person on this ship that’s known to have ever said ‘no’ to a mermaid before,” said McNully, and he nodded up at the helm. “And that’s the Captain.”

Bill, Charlie, and Jules all looked up in surprise. Orion had his back to them and was looking out to sea with narrowed, unreadable eyes.

Then, all of a sudden, the crew could just barely make out a eerie, beautiful song, which seemed to float on the wind itself.

“...her chains she rattled in her hands and thus replied she...”

“Stopper your ears!” McNully said urgently. “Quickly!”

The crew hurriedly did as they were told. Orion, however, did not do so. Instead he darted down to the main deck, grabbed one of the lanterns, and set about relighting it.

“Orion, what are you DOING?!” bellowed Skye.

Orion didn’t answer her. McNully rolled hurriedly around the deck as he tried to make sure everyone blocked their ears, but Orion completely ignored him, instead rushing over to the side of the ship with the lit lantern.

The singing was getting louder now.

“Yet I love his parents since they’re his, although they've ruined me... I love my love because I know my love loves me...”

Just as Bill had finished helping Charlie and Jules completely stopper their ears, he caught the sound of a low male voice singing the next line.

“With straw I'll weave a garland, I'll weave it wondrous fine...”

Bill looked up in alarm at Orion. He had a hand cupped over his mouth to magnify his volume as he sang over the ship’s railing.

“With roses, lilies, daisies I'll mix the eglantine...”

“Stop!”

Bill barreled over, grabbing Orion’s shoulder and trying to pull him back away from the edge.

“What are you doing?! Singing and lanterns attract mermaids!”

“That’s the plan,” said Orion, his voice almost frustratingly calm.

Bill saw the water burbling up beside the edge of the ship. His heart clenched with fear.

Orion, however, paid him no mind -- he turned right to the form burbling under the water, his hand beside his mouth again as he continued,

“And I'll present it to my love when he returns from sea... I love my love because I know my love loves me."

Jules quickly grabbed Bill’s arm, pulling him back away from Orion. Bill looked at her anxiously, but she merely reached up to stopper his left ear with some fabric she’d ripped out of her chemise. Orion wasn’t going to explain, so all they could do is get ready.

Within moments, a woman with red hair had appeared out of the water. Her chin and neck were still largely submerged as she blinked up at Orion.

“You know the words,” she said almost shyly.

“Yes,” said Orion. “Where did you hear that song?”

The mermaid blinked slowly. “A maid imprisoned in the brig of a pirate ship.”

Jules had been just about to stopper Bill’s right ear when he straightened up sharply. He turned his head sharply to better listen to the conversation.

"What did the maid look like?” Orion asked.

The mermaid’s eyes flickered over the pirate captain’s face carefully as she eased her head and shoulders out of the water.

“I could not tell for sure. The brig was dark. The hole looking into it was small.”

“Yet you spoke to her?”

“Yes. She was a selfless woman. Very selfless.”

“When did you see her?”

“Very early this morning...before dawn.”

Orion’s dark eyes narrowed. The mermaid reached out to grab onto the edge of the Artemis so as to slide herself out of the water and closer to Orion.

“You know her,” she said.

“Yes,” Orion answered quietly.

The mermaid’s eyes seemed to soften. “...You love her.”

Bill, who had been listening carefully, looked quickly at Orion’s face for some sort of reaction -- but once again his face was remarkably calm, and he didn’t respond.

“I could take you to her,” the mermaid said sweetly. “I know where she is...”

Bill felt his mind drifting slightly, as if he’d suddenly become very sleepy -- her voice sounded almost soothing -- and she knew Carewyn? She could take them to Carewyn?

“No, thank you,” said Orion with the kind of polite finality one would more likely hear at a Christmas function than to a creature that wanted to eat human flesh. “If you saw her this morning, we’ll be caught up with them soon enough. The wind will take us where we need to go, if only we have our sails pointed in the right direction.”

He inclined his head respectfully.

“Best of luck finding your next meal elsewhere.”

The mermaid frowned in immense confusion at him, looking almost put-out.

“You and Carey Weasley are both very strange humans,” she said. Her lips then curled into a faintly wry smile as she added, “She was not tempted by our call either. That should please you.”

And with that, she splashed back into the dark water and disappeared.

Orion blew out the flame on the lamp and turned back around.

“It’s all right now!” he bellowed loud enough that everyone could just barely make out his voice through the stuffing in their ears. “It’s safe!”

Everyone little by little unblocked their ears. Bill turned around to face Orion properly, his brown eyes rippling with amazement and a bit of guilt despite himself, as the pirate captain walked past him.

“You did know what you were doing.”

Orion turned to Bill. The eldest Weasley rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I misjudged you.”

Orion inclined his head slightly to Bill, his lips touched with traces of a smile.

“A common enough thing, for people to do,” he said patiently. “Think nothing of it.”

He strolled back up to the helm, leaving Bill and Jules alone.

Jules turned to Bill. He still had his eyes on Orion’s back.

“Bill...is everything okay?”

Bill glanced at Jules and then back up at Orion, and he swallowed.

The mermaid had said Orion loved Carewyn. He didn’t make any kind of reaction that would prove it was true -- but he didn’t deny it either. And more importantly, back at the church, he’d said he wouldn’t have hurt “either Bill’s or his lady,” when talking about Jules and Carewyn. And immediately after, he spoke of Carewyn’s past, of her history with him...of details even he didn’t know, like her apparently having worn a red ribbon in her hair since she was little...with such a soft voice that it wouldn’t be a stretch to think there was something fond in it, under that detached affect..

Bill hadn’t had a real friend in his life until he’d met Carewyn. They’d connected almost immediately out of their mutual desire to protect and nurture others, and they always seemed to be in sync whenever they had to battle together. Bill had always been a shoulder for others to cry on, but it was Carewyn who had first offered her shoulder to him, while they were fighting the Spanish together. The friendship and caring she’d shown him made her family to him more than her using his name alone ever could have. She was a sister to him -- his best mate -- someone he loved and cherished like few others in the world. And he wanted every happiness for her, just as he knew she did for him...

But what happiness could there be for her, with Orion? He was a pirate. There’d be no way the Navy would pardon him with the East India Trading Company breathing down their necks -- and would Carewyn truly be happy living the life of a pirate, after having been raised on a pirate ship like the Revenge? She’d built up a stable life for herself in the Navy, and Bill knew how much Carewyn loved being able to come back to Port Royal after a long expedition -- to come home, after being at sea. But pirates had no home. There was nothing anchoring a pirate. And no matter what Orion’s feelings were, and how much Bill suspected they might actually be something genuine...it didn’t mean a thing if Carewyn didn’t feel the same way.

“Jules...” he said at last, very quietly, “...is Carey...in love with Amari?”

Jules was startled by the use of her nickname. She glanced from Bill to up at Orion at the helm and back, frowning deeply.

“...Love, I’m not sure, but...back at the fort, before Captain Amari rescued me...Carey told me that she’d bandaged him up and hidden him from the Navy, when they were young. So when Captain Amari figured out who she was...he let her go. I reckon they probably just made it look like Carey broke free.”

This information startled Bill. His brown eyes brightened in understanding.

“He owed her a life debt,” he said softly.

Jules smiled. “No. I thought the same thing -- that it was gratitude, on Captain Amari’s part. But...”

Her dark eyes softened.

“...Carey said...that he was simply a good man. And I don’t know...but the look in her eyes, as she looked out to sea...I’ve never seen her eyes look like that before.”

She reached out and took Bill’s hand. Bill gave it a squeeze.

“The water temperature has returned to normal,” announced Orion from the helm, emptying the bucket of sea water he’d filled earlier over the side. “Go ahead and relight the lamps -- we should approach Isle de Muerta within the next day or so.”

#potc au #au #pirates of the caribbean #my art #my writing #my fanfiction #kai williams #keira jones #other people's mcs #carewyn cromwell #orion amari #bill weasley #charlie weasley #jules farrier #skye parkin #murphy mcnully #charles cromwell #blaise cromwell #pearl cromwell #claire cromwell #jacob cromwell #bawww bill #worrying over your best buddy :<#carey loves you so much too </3 #also friendly reminder that orion is a cool calm and collected bad-ass #he may not be as flashy or suave as jack but he is just as clever #also yes charles cromwell is an irredeemable son of a b****#I find it hilarious that this is the first place I'm actually writing interactions between charles and his family and not the rakepick au #I'll have a drawing of him included in these posts soon but just imagine jeremy irons as a pirate -- that's his fancast #I'm sure you can all see why in canon carewyn and jacob's mum lane had to get the hell away from charles's toxic sociopathic arse

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i’m picking a random number here. 5 for nodrian.

i saiiiid i was going to focus more on young nova in the nova’s family lives AU bUT then i got this ask (Throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips) and i couldnt NOT use it. after this though i promise to dive into a younger nova with her family, as that was my original intention for this AU. this is about a month following the last fic i wrote for the AU (after two certain people...keiss) and yes i kind of drew inspiration from the fight with Hawthorne in Archenemies bc im basic. enjoy! feedback is always appreciated, especially if you want to see more of my content:)

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Nova’s first week back on patrol and the fates decided to screw her over.

Her team had been patrolling from the rooftops of a busy area when she received a message from Sketch, requesting assistance in capturing criminals that had just performed an armed robbery. Of course he knew she was patrolling that day, as she had told him so a few days prior. Many blocks and a scuffle later, Nova found herself being dragged away from the edge of the bridge by Ramona, who was worried about a wound on Nova’s arm where a bullet had grazed her. The fight was over. The criminals escaped on a getaway boat. And Adrian...Adrian had chased after them, despite being told not to by the Council. And then he got himself thrown overboard after putting up a fight on the boat. There was no sign of him in the water, which was beginning to calm from the boat disrupting it.

They hadn’t even been dating for a month yet, and Adrian had to go and get himself killed.

“He’ll be fine.” Ramona led Nova over to a healer, who sat Nova down and immediately began addressing the injury, instructing her to unzip the top of her uniform and pull her arm out of the sleeve so they could get a better look. The pain from moving her arm was nothing compared to the fear pounding in her chest. “This is Adrian we’re talking about.”

“Can’t you go searching the water for him?” Nova begged, wincing slightly as the medic began roughly cleaning the wound. “If anyone can find him, it’s you.”

Ramona shook her head. “No can do, babe. Since you’re a dumbass and got yourself shot, I have to go give the briefing to the cleanup crew.” She began to walk away, but looked over her shoulder. “They’re already sending out people to look for him. He’ll show up, like he always does.”

Beside her, Adèle sat down. Benton crouched in front of her and took her free hand.

“Someone’s upset over her boyfriend, is she not, mon ami?” Adèle shot a playful smile at Benton. Skies, Nova swore the two only got along when it was at her expense.

“Oui, oui.” Benton grinned at Nova, who only glared back. “Oh, don’t give me that look, pouty pants. Ramona’s right. You’ve known your little boyfriend for years, and you’re trying to tell me that some water is going to take him out?”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” Nova lied, as she had been doing smoothly for the past month. “I’m just...worried about him. As a friend should be. That was a hard fall.”

“Why so uptight all of a sudden?” Benton frowned. “You’ve never been this upset over him before. You know he always bounces back.”

“Benton is right, Nova.” Adèle laid a hand on Nova’s good arm. It was rare for her to show her affectionate side. Nova must’ve looked as though she was in really bad shape. “What is bothering you?”

Nova sighed and looked down. She knew it was only right to tell them the truth. They were her best friends, after all. But...not yet. Especially when there was a healer still mending Nova’s arm. “I’ll tell you guys later, okay?”

They gave her space after that, assessing their own injuries and getting supplies from the healers. Nova was handed a pair of sweatpants and a loose cotton tank after she was patched up. The injury was already beginning to heal itself with the added prodigy assistance. She ducked behind a curtain set up in the little tent and changed out of her bloodied uniform. Mom wouldn’t be too happy about cleaning this one.

Why did Adrian have to go and do that? Nova was terrified for him. What if he was still in the water, stuck somehow and drowning? What if the boat hit him when he fell in and knocked him out? Frankly, she was frustrated with him as well. He was always doing shit like that, trying to make himself out as the hero. But, as Simon liked to say, there was no ‘I’ in hero. Adrian had a team, dammit, and she wished he would work with them instead of against them. Nova would never understand that side of him. He wasn’t an attention seeker, not in the slightest, so it wasn’t because he wanted recognition. And besides, his parents were some of the most famous people in the world, debatably. Adrian already got enough attention as it was, and he had expressed many times before how uncomfortable it made him. Nova understood that, of course, having grown up in the spotlight alongside him as Ace Anarchy’s niece.

When she stepped out onto the street to examine the damage done to the bride, a shriek cut through the air. Her eyes landed on Ruby, who was now in shorts and a tank top, a bandage around her thigh. The girl ran across the bridge and nearly tackled a familiar looking boy that was drenched from head to toe. The rest of his team followed, although at a light jog, embracing their leader. Nova’s mouth fell open, and she suddenly couldn’t help herself.

Clenching her jaw shut, she stormed up to him. He had the audacity to grin at her, opening his arms for a hug as his teammates stepped back to let her through. Instead, she shoved his chest. He fell back a little, probably more from the shock of her reaction than the impact.

“You fucking idiot,” she said between her teeth. “What made you think it was smart to do that?”

“Nova,” he reached for her arm, but she stepped back, “I thought I could catch them, but I was wrong, okay?”

“You could’ve died.” Nova didn’t notice that they were starting to get looks from the prodigies and newscasters and journalists. “And for nothing. What if you drowned?”

“I can swim.” He took on a light hearted tone, as though the conversation was a joke. But it quickly dissipated, a softer voice replacing it, meant just for Nova. “Babe, I’m fine, okay? Only a few cuts and bruises.”

“Don’t call me that,” she muttered, getting closer to him again until their shoes were practically touching. Her head craned up to look at him. She sent every atom of her anger in his direction through her piercing eyes. “You’re an idiot, Adrian Everhart. Do that again and...and I’ll-”

“What?” he interrupted, tilting his head to the side. “You’ll do what?”

Damn her emotions.

She jumped up, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down to her height. His hands immediately went to her back as she hugged him tightly, burying her face in his neck. “I’m just glad you’re safe. Please don’t scare me like that again.”

He pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder, pulling her closer. “I won’t. I promise.”

Nova wanted to scold him on his stupidity more, and how he left his team behind, but she knew this wasn’t the time or place. She drew back enough to see his face. Her hand trailed over a cut on his cheek, another on his temple. He was dripping with water still. She tilted her head up, inviting his lips to come down onto hers. A warm feeling draped over her, as it always did when they kissed. It didn’t matter that they had done quite a bit of kissing in the month they had been together; every time his lips were on hers, it was like the first time.

She sighed against him, allowing him to deepen the kiss. Her hand curled at the nape of his neck. She wanted him to know how much he worried her, how much he angered her, and how much she cared for him in this kiss.

He broke away first, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against hers. For a moment, Nova let herself forget about his impulsiveness and just enjoy being in his arms. And then the moment ended with an awkward cough from her right.

His team was staring at them with open mouths, along with nearly every person on that bridge. Nova’s cheeks brightened. Well, that was one way to announce they were a couple. She had been so caught up in her emotions and Adrian that she had literally forgotten where she was. Adrian seemed to have forgotten as well, based on the sheepish yet unashamed smile on his face.

“Told you,” Danna muttered, shouldering Oscar. “Pay up.”

Adrian sighed loudly and took Nova’s hand as he pulled away from their embrace. He squeezed her palm. “This one’s going to be fun to explain, huh?”

Nova could only look around as people began going back to work. The press were only louder now than before, shouting at the two of them and taking pictures. Her team was headed over in their direction, the most stunned looks on their faces. Had the circumstances been different, their expressions would have almost been funny.

“Yeah. Real fun.”

#nova artino #adrian everhart #oscar silva #ruby tucker #danna bell #nodrian #renegades #archenemies #supernova #au #anarchists #my writing #asks

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Ducktales Reviews: The Lost Harp of Mirvana!

The ducks head under the sea, no accusations just friendly crustacians under the sea.. along with some sorta monster, mer hippies voiced by voice acting legends and della being unable to enjoy any of this because she’s hiding back at the sub. Take a dive under the cut.

I’ll confess this wasn’t one I was even remotely excited about going in: I’ts not that I thought it’d be bad: the series is at it’s peak right now, I figured i’td be entertaining like last week, it just had the misforutne of being right before we finally get Daisy next week, and recent episode solicits for the two afte ronly made it worse: Fenton’s third episode (hopefully he gets two this season), that’s also hueycentric and will hopefully make gyro less dickish, and a wrestling episode because i’m a casual wrestling fan and huey having to play the heel against a norse snake god sounds fucking amazing. SO yeah “Hippie mermaids and Louie being suspcious only to oh no be proven wrong about being suspcious” as I predecited the episode would go sounded boring in comparison. But i’m not afraid to eat crow... metaphorically, literally I don’t want to eat a crow it’d taste miserable and I don’t want to eat this crow because I love him.

But on dreading this ep.. I was blown away. Part of it is low expectations: I had really none other than “it’ll be decent” going in, but that only carries you so far. No this episode was fantastic, adressed a problem i’d had since “Timephoon!”, if not earlier, and had some great guess casting. It was a throughly enjoyable, funny episode. Will it probably end up on my faviorites list like the premire duo might? no, but it’s still damn good. Let’s get into the why shall we Our story this week is fairly simple: The Ducks are headed under the sea to find the lost harp of mirvana, sans Launchpad because he had to go help an ex girlfirend, hang out with darkwing, it was his day off, they had enoguh characters to juggle as is, he got his head stuck in a jar again, I dunno. But refreshingly Beakly is present! Seriously this IS something I wanted since season 1: her coming along with the family more. She rarely does, which makes some small sense given she’s the housekeeper but has made less and less since they have a ghost butler and sh’es family at this point. I get she has to earn her keep and what not, and wants to show up her ghostly rival, but come on. Thankfully they have come on and while i’m not sure if it’ll be a common thing going forward, it IS nice to have her for this one. The story itself is nicely divded once our heroes run into the mirvanans themselves, zen mermaids, our focus ones voiced by hyden walch and greg cripes, who you may know as starfire and beast boy from the teen titans cartoon... andtheotherone... as well as voicing Princess Bublegum and 2k12 Michealangeo respectivley. I Love these two and it was a treat to have them voice mermaid hippies. Our party quicklky splits up into three plots that converge at the end: Louie, being naturally suspcious after nearly being sacrificed by seemingly benevlonet societies 20 something times (and Dewey having 71 according to the tally given this episode that I painstakingly counted. The boy is one braincell starved for attention) is suspcious this is a midsommar type thing and he’s in the middle of some sorta death cult as usual, while webby, a trusting soul, belivies nothing is wrong and the mer people are genuine, with Beakly backing her up despite seemingly going against her nature. Now this plot alone seems stock for any show, but works here since it’s rooted in character; Louie sees all the angles and thus all the cliches adventurers run into. He’s been at this for at LEAST a year, he’s seen just enough to get how a certain story will probably go and being a grifter by nature, he dosen’t trust easy to begin with. In contrast while Webby CAN be suspcious, her being naturally trusting has also been part of her character from the start. She genuinely TRUSTS people and gives them a chance first and unless their a clear enemy of scrooges, will not turn her back on them. This is best shown with her relationship with Lena: even AFTER getting clear evidence Lena was a spy the whole time, and even without the evidence that after a certain point it was a lie, she refused to fully belive Lena had betrayed her... and was rewarded with Lena giving her life for webby. She trusted Violet even after Violet had been hiding her intentions and had a dangerous magical artifact from her arch enemy on her, and was again rewarded this time with Lena coming back and getting another lifelong friend out of the deal in Violet. Webby has a faith in people that pays off more than not..t hough we’ve also seen that faith backfire, mostly in scrooge as scrooge is a flawed man and has serious issues, whether it’s a combination of flu and gaslighting driving him insane, or him lashing out at her at his weakest moment. Her optimisim both fuels her and has made her life better but has sometimes blindsided her to the flaws in people, especially her hero. It’s as bojack horseman put it “When you look at life through rose colored glasses, you miss all the red flags”. What keeps this intresting as the two go into an off limits danger cave to find out what’s inside, Louie to find proof he’s right and Webby to go with him to prove he’s wrong, is Beakly. After saving the two from a monster, Beakly keeps boosting webby..then privatley admits as the audience probably guessed she’s also deeply suspcious and simply dosen’t want to shatter her niece’s worldview until they have evidence. And this is where that thing I wanted comes into play: see last season during “Timephoon!” beakly is directly conrasted as a parent with Della, having raised two children and being wiser. And while she was in that moment.. Beakly isolated her grandchild, and basically kept her in a guilded cage while training her to be a weapon out of fear of loosing what little she had left. LIke with Donald’s smothering parenting, it’s understandable, but it should be adressed.. and this episode does, but thankfully dosen’t make Betina unsympathetic either: Every parent, or in my case uncle, has to lie once in a while, especially now with the Covid-19 pandemic. It’s natural. But Betina has gone overboard to try and protect Webby’s inoccence.. and it’s backfired. Not preparing her for scroog’es worse behavior lead to him outright destroying her during “Last Crash of the Sunchaser” when he temporarliy disowned her. And here it leads to a damn powerful scene with great acting from both Toks and Kate . The trio find the harp, voiced by Rhetta aka Donna from parks and recreation, whose basically the harp from the “raiders of the lost harp” episode of the original, the first episode of said show I ever saw and a classic about a harp that would melodically say “no no no, your fibbing fibbing fibbing” when someone lied, which this harp does, if not every time. She reveals her former owner, the king of mirvana who the hippies build their society after his example, basically ducked repsonsiblity while things fell apart and spent too long underwater (the mirvanans can also walk on land) and became the monster from earlier, and the rest will share his fate if not told

The powerful part comes when Beakly tries to lie.. and the harp keeps shutting her out till she’s forced to admit the truth: you can just.. feel the pain coming from the poor woman, and webby folds into a depressed state. Naturally Louie realizes, once they get back to the rest of the family, more on that in a second, and seeing that the mermaids did NOT realize their king was a monster nor plan to feed them to him, webby was right and tells them to have hope and that the society they built IS valid even if their king was a dipstick, he rebuilds webby and after everythings wrapped up webby and beakly apologize and hug. It’s a damn good plot even if the “Louie realizes he was wrong and wasn’t right abotu them being evil” parts were predictable.. it worked due to the excellent character work, with Louie also realizing being a cynical dick is kind of obonxoious. A damn strong a plot The subplots are also rooted throughly in character while still being entertaining,especially once the a-plot gets heavy towards the end: Della in the c plot stays behind because she’s afraid of fish, only conquering it breifly at the end to help her family and punch a man in the face, but it’s nice to not only see some new bits to her as well as some neruosis of her own. She is donald’s sister: he can’t hog all of it for the two of them. The main subplot though centers on the remaining family trying to earn their way to the harp by doing zen arts and crafts and works due to character: Donald becomes a hilaroius zen master in moments (though earlier he rebuffed a gently pat on the chest by the lady mermaid, though given she’s super pretty and he’s, for now, single and has been for a while.. jsut go for it. You’ll probably get a three way with the other one (who isn’t my type but it’s more the man bun than anything. Loose that and.. yeah i’ll be int hat mer sandwitch), but I digress, Donald finds inner peace, likely because well. he WANTS IT. He wants to be happy and calm, even if the world smacks him in the face and tells no. Granted said peace is disrupted in the most hilarous way possible simply by Huey telling him they think his barbeque is merely okay, but he deserves credit. The boys also quickly find it, Dewey making a mermaid tail with hot rod flames and huey making a woodchuck one but what makes the subplot is that scrooge..c an’t. He hates this society, he hates hippies and he LOATHES self reflection. It’s like this society was magicaly generated to piss him of and i’ts wonderful to watch. And as a quick aside bit before we go Rhetta is awesome as the harp, not the parks cast member I woudl’ve chosen as my first round draft pick for the series but she does greatly and has great timing (especially when Louie talks about selling her) and it was nice to see a bit of my first ducktales experince come back in an intresting new way. Overall this episode was a VERY plesant suprise, and taught me to be more open to an ep in the future even if it dosen’t look like it has a huge personal draw. It was excellent.And now before I go i’ve decided each week, especially now we have a enough, to put the episode in the ranking of each and every episode this season and placing them in comparison of one another. I might do a list ranking the first season and second seasons on their own for fun. But for now here’s season 3 so far, so you can see where the ep stacks comparitvley: 1. Quack Pack! 2. The Challenge of the Senior Junior Woodchucks! 3. The Lost Harp of Mirvana! 4. Double O Duck in You Only Crash Twice. I”ll see you next week for DAISY AT LAST, the return of my boys the cablleros and some suprises and pies of all sizes ashurldy. Until then, courage.

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at-the-exd-of-everythixg · 4 years

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@this-is-gizmo I remember a while back you wrote your birthday and I MAY or may not have put it in my calendar so I could write this for you??? ahhh anyway enjoy???

“Okay, so we all know the plan right?” Pascal tapped against the board a serious look on his face. His little army nodded, equal looks of seriousness on their faces.

Lace was sitting next to Wulf, looking rather unnerved over how Mahogany was stretching their leg over his and Wulf’s legs. God, legs for days on the gangly noodle that was intent on getting kids out of all of them. Wulf had slung an arm over his shoulder and was playing with his collar in a way that made extra four eyes open up slowly. They all ignored the silent scream Wulf made as he pulled Lace closer into his arms.

Sal was sitting on the other side of Mahogany, eyes half shut as Wulf’s fingers (from his other arm being slung over Magpie’s shoulders) gently scratched into his head. Pascal wondered if Sal minded the fact that Wulf was causing his little apple head to bobble but...he didn’t. Huh. Well, Dae was probably wondering the same thing as he doodled figures of them all and wrote down the plan next to the figures.

“Operation; Seduce the ghost that haunts our life amazingly is a go!”

**********

“O-ok! Here we are!” Lace beamed as he led Rhys into the living room. The blankets had been sprawled out with ice cream floats resting next to some spice cakes that Dae had baked (he had baked too much so Lace had took some off his hands.

“I figured we could sit, read, cuddle and uh-” He cleared his throat and ignored the small grin on Rhys’s very cute face. “Snuggle.”

“Aye. M’sure it’ll be fun love-lace.” Rhys was adorable when he smiled and the taller man found himself nodding dumbly, flushing when Rhys took his hand and walked to sit down with him. Lace was rather proud when he heard the small noise of pleasure as Rhys settled down on the blanket. Oh, he looked so small and Lace wanted to pick him up and carry him away where he’d be safe-

“Lew?” He was brought back to attention when he noticed that Rhys had started to sip his float, Ferret padding along and squeaking as he clambered onto Rhys and immediately started to dig because obviously Rhys carried tuna in his crotch. The monster felt his heart melt when the pale man had laughed and stroked a finger along ferret, cooing to him. God, maybe Mahogany was onto something when they demanded kids.

But for now, Lace smiled softly and settled down on the blanket, pulling a slow arm around his small boyfriend and ignoring the questions about where Wulf and Dae were. He’d see soon.

**********

“My jewel, I t’ink yer may have gone a bit overboard...” But Rhys was smiling so Dae sighed carefully and took his hand, letting his sweet boyfriend take in all the smells and “sights” of what he had baked. He had baked a lot of things, mostly coffee flavoured things but Dae had made himself a small collection of coconut flavoured treats because he knew that Rhys would demand it.

“Ah-and? Y-you deserve it, no doubt ah-about th-that.” A part of him still felt nervous about saying such things in such a manner, but when you had six partners that fussed and split you precious chores apart? You kind of had no choice but to gain some confidence. And this day was all about Rhys so he definitely deserved more and...was certainly going to get it...

The pale man beamed and Dae felt like he was walking on air, like was completely delighted, which he was because Rhys liked what he had made and put work into with as much love as possible. The diamond-studded man felt weak in the knees when Rhys practically moaned in delight as the first taste of the treats. “I j-just wan-wanted to m-muh-make sure you had puh-plenty to enjoy.” After all, he and Wulf always worried over how thin half of the group seemed. With Rhys at least, they could do something about it.

“I love it, darlin’. Jus’ a shame dat Sal an’ Pascal couldn’t be here t’enjoy it.” Rhys said and Dae shrugged, nervously handing his marshmallow a plate to take into the living room with him.

“W-well,” He tried to not wince when he heard the choked gasp from Rhys as they went in and saw the dining table full of stews, broths, Irish breakfasts and more desserts laid out. “I’m sure th-that they’ll have puh-plenty later.”

**********

“Steady, little love.” Wulf smiled as he led Rhys on, being sure to tell him small facts about the trees and flowers they were passing. There had been amazement (and a few tears) on Rhys’s gorgeous face, but nothing was comparing to now where he led the smaller man into a clearing of Álfheim.

It was meant to be night, but Álfheim never really was dark thanks to the beauty and light of Frey but it was at this time that the elves of the realm would gather and dance into the brighter light with their flutes and wines being celebrated. Sadly, they wouldn’t be able to join in, Light Elves were sensitive about who could be among them for such a tradition, but at least he and Rhys could sit some distance away and watch the show together. It was really quite spectacular.

The Elves started out slow but it wasn’t long until all Wulf could see of them was dazzling twirling lights. Smaller pixies and forest spirits had started to appear by the edges too. Pixies, Dwaves, Huldras and even Slattenpattes had arrived, although this made the Asgardian wrap an arm around his lover to keep Rhys closer. He could see interested eyes flicking over before they too were eventually dragged back to the stunning sight of the elves. Good, the last thing Wulf wanted was for the most special person in his life being whisked away by something more magical than he was.

“Next time,” The wind rider whispered, pressing a kiss to Rhys’s forehead and loving the pleased noise the smaller man had let out. “I’ll take you to the realm of the Dwaves. They’re very good drinkers.”

Rhys had glanced over and in that moment, Wulf could have sworn that Frey and Freya had blessed this man he loved so dearly. Who he would give up his very own apple of immortality for. Rhys seemed to have been glowing as brightly as the elves themselves, a stark contrast against the black rock shirt he wore. His beaming grin alone could have had any god on their knees and swearing eternal loyalty to him and him alone.

“Oh, Wulf, I-” Rhys didn’t get to finish what he was saying because Wulf was pulling in the man he loved most to kiss him and cup his sweet face in his rough hands. He would make tender love to Rhys tonight and would smile softly when the smaller man would chat excitedly to Mahogany and Lace about what Wulf took him to see and he would laugh at the embarrassed noise of jealously that Lace would make.

**********

“A-ah! S-starshine, are yer sure dat d’is is safe?”

Sal prided himself on the fact that he didn’t roll his eyes at Rhys’s panic. Pascal had said that “You’re really unhealthy man” and that apparently equalled to “you’re going to sit with me, Wulf and Rhys to talk about your feelings every week”. It was dumb but...Sal could tell Rhys he loved the dumb sap much easier now and there were...softer moments between them both that made everything easier. Although Rhys still needed hints as to when Sal suddenly needed space. Mahogany was good at tugging Rhys away at those times and stopping an outbust.

“Yeah Moodle-doodle, you’re all good babes.” The hybird grinned and took Rhys’s hands, floating them a little higher and bathing in the full moon’s love. He had kissed the pale man in his star form, mostly ‘cause everyone else seemed to be doing heartfelt and super mushy gestures and Sal...wasn’t good at those. He got nervous at the romantic stuff Rhys did (and sometimes the taller man went a little to far and it always made Sal cry) and Sal could never figure out what would be good enough for the man who loved him most.

He wanted to be able to give Rhys something good. Something Sal yet...romantic. He didn’t know what he would have given if he knew romance as easily as the others did but...He could try, right? Kissing Rhys in his star form and taking him flying, one of the best things in the world to Sal, seemed like a good thing. Rhys looked beautiful, dark skinned with twinkling white spread across his body. He was missing a mouth and most human features apart from overly large white eyes and Sal adored the sight. He wanted to put his arms around Rhys and twirl them in the great dark sky forever and ever. “Wouldn’t let bad shit happen t’ya. Y’know that.”

The taller man seemed to soften at that and Sal felt himself get pulled closer, let himself gently nudge his head against the other’s and closed his eyes. He wanted to stay in this moment forever, just him and Rhys and the stars that would burn on until they didn’t.

“I love yer Sal.” Rhys muttered against him, parts touching where their lips would have been and Sal wondered if the other man liked being so far away from what he originally ever was. “I know yer wouldn’t, no matter what.” Sal wanted to scoff at that and tell Rhys that maybe he would so there, nyehh. But...fuck, he was sappy and he just shrugged and squeezed tighter around his neck.

“Yeah, I...love you too, Moonie.” He squirmed slightly, feeling small in more ways than just physical and wanted to melt into everything that Rhys wanted and be it for him. Be what Rhys wanted and needed.

That is, until Rhys spun him and made Sal squeal. He’ll never forgive that pale and lovable dummy for that....until tonight. For now, they grinned and cuddled in the air while Dae waited on the ground below, blankets and hot drinks waiting for when Rhys returned back to normal.

**********

When Rhys squealed in joy, Mahogany chuffed in delighted and ran faster. They were large and wild looking, a long whipped tail swinging around as their toes, padded and hoofed at the back. Their mouth was long and dripping thick drool but the most impressive thing was their horns. Flesh and bone twisted together to form roots against the thick mane of their hair, hair that wrapped around their sweet little mate to keep him safe against the winds and speed they ran at.

They ran past trees that bent slowly as they ran and the wendigo fluffed up when they began to slow down, padding softly by the trees and letting their horns brush against the bark. They could feel Rhys panting in excitement as he ran fingers through their tangles and Mahogany trilled when he leaned down and gave a kiss to their head.

“Magni, thank yer! How’d yer know dat I’d always wanted t’ride yer?” He grinned and Mahogany beamed at his sweet red cheeks. He felt so warm on them and they just wanted to roll him over and cuddle and kiss and do everything sweet and loving with Rhys. He was everything to them and Mahogany wanted to share the freedom that they always had and Rhys always deserved. It still infuriated them that his old pack had been awful because Rhys was perfect and deserved a pack of wildly different and perfect people who just wanted to love him.

“Don’ yer al’ways wan’nah ride me?” They grinned when they could smell Rhys’s sweet scent turning slightly spicy. Another thing they adored about him was how easily Rhys was happy to love and and ravish with them (another word they had learnt from him and Sal was happy to give them a physical show of it). As their lover shifted off of them, the wendigo brushed their cheek against his puffer jacket, pulling up the hood to make sure that the fur inside the hood kept their sweet little bunny warm. “Yer wan’nah go walkin’ near t’lakes? I can catch a bird an’ even not eat it!”

Rhys smiled and they felt a flutter in their stomach. “Aye, sounds wonderful baby. As long as t’birds aren’t in pain, yea?” Mahogany nodded and pushed their head into his arms, huffing in a pleased manner when he squeezed them. “Aye!”

Their mate grinned and Mahogany butted heads softly with him, purring as he let their hair tangled around his arm and led them off through the woods and home. They loved their big and impressive pack and Mahogany wanted to be with all of them always but they adored being able to stare at Rhys’s amazement when they reached the lake and Mahogany taught Rhys to catch his own fish. Wulf insisted that it was cooked and made them sulk until Dae agreed to eat the fish raw with them.

**********

“Alight, this is Billy...” Pascal handed the american short hair into Rhys’s arms, beaming when he heard a noise of delight come from the other man as the kitten mewed. “Billy Meowish.”

The gasp of delight turned to a groan and Pascal took that as his cue to press a kiss to his very beautiful boyfriend’s cheek. “I love it when you spend time with me. And tell me that you love me. And hold me. An-” He wasn’t silenced by a kiss, but rather a small paw being pressed to his lips.

“’Scal, yer too cute and I love yer! I’ve wanted t’meet yer kittens all week after yer told me!” Rhys grinned and this time the other blind man leaned up to kiss him. God, he knew Rhys was short because of bad reasons but still....he was small and Pascal loved his tiny boyfriends. They lifted like the sweetest dogs and it made him melt every time.

“Thanks, I know I usually show you the dogs but I figured that maybe you’d like to see the cats? I know Ferret is basically a little cat and you have Zuko...And Mahogany. But! More cats the-”

“The meowrrier?”

“Exactly!” Oh my god, he was going to marry this man. Someone who finished his awful puns without any future vision? He really was in love with the hottest fae around. Pascal beamed and wrapped an arm around his lover’s waist, using his other hand to give a little scritch-scratch to baby Billy’s head. The kitten squirmed in pale arms and looked up with big eyes that Pascal assumed were blue still. “You’re perfect, has anyone ever told you that?”

“Aye, plenty of times by plenty of people I adore.” Rhys said and Pascal had no choice but to go awww and press his forehead against Rhys’s, moving his hand away from Billy and curling a finger through beautiful white hair that went in his mouth every time he slept next to Rhys and woke up. There was nothing more he wanted than to be able to wake up near this man every day for the rest of his life.

Pascal sighed and kissed the beautiful man, smiling into his lips. “Well, I’m glad we can do that for you. Gotta put our asses to some use, am I right?” He wiggled his free hand’s fingers in a magical gesture, pumping his eyebrows for some extra measure, despite the fact that neither of them could see it. “Besides, I was thinking that later tonight...we could take Korra out and eat fast food in the park? They’re gonna be playing Disney movies and I definitely did not bend them into playing treasure island followed by Lilo and Stitch...”

It was wonderful to see the smile on Rhys’s face get even bigger and yeah, he was rather proud of thinking of something so romantic. He liked being able to live up to the levels of Wulf and Dae, even if he was the height halfway for the both of them. He was looking forward to a romantic night where they could have good food, good movies and their sweet little daughter snoring softly nearby. But speaking of daughters...

“Y’know, looking after these kittens is great practice for when Magpie finally milks some kids out of us.”

Rhys choked and Pascal took Billy off him when the little guy started to squirm in discomfort. One thing better than how gorgeous Rhys looked when he smiled was how cute he was when he blushed.

**********

“Now this is what I’ve been want’in,” Rhys moaned when he slid into Mahogany. “All dis’ time.”

“Well...ya could’a said, Moonstar.” Sal scoffed but he was cut of when Wulf (gently) pulled his hair back to kiss the shorter man. He moaned when his lip was roughly bit before gasping when Wulf lifted him and placed him on top of Mahogany’s face. “Wha- Wulf!” The hybrid glared because Windy Wendy knew that he didn’t appreciate being manhandled like that.

But before he could yell at the big lug, Sal was cut off by a flustered moan when the wendigo started to lick happily, filling him up with their broad tongue as pale hands came up to hold his thighs and keep him sitting on his face. “Aye, what our sweet star says, little love. Even from his little throne.” His joke got a snort from Rhys but they all knew Wulf would be paying dearly for that later on.

Rhys smiled sweetly, leaning down to take Sal’s ridged cock into his mouth (no one could convince Sal yet that they loved him as he was. Wulf could see where he and Rhys had so much in common). Meanwhile, Wulf had finally taken up his position, admiring Rhys’s beautiful back, stunning thighs and positively enchanting behind. He groaned softly as he began to push in to the warmth of Rhys’s hole. Odin’s beard he was tight, Dae had really taken the time to stretch Rhys out and Wulf would kiss the diamond-studded man for it if he could.

Speaking of, their sweet redhead was squirming between Pascal and Lace, looking rather flushed as Pascal murmured praises into his ears while Lewis moved and circled his palm slowly and hard into Dae’s crotch. Suddenly there was a loud crack from Dae’s....special place and all heads whipped around, Wulf and Rhys already being ready to pull out and rush over to check over their most sensitive boyfriend.

But rather than suddenly screaming in pain, Dae had begun to moan loudly before his voice cut out and he silently squirmed and slumped against their monster lover, legs twitching as Pascal grinned and slowly rolled his hips into the scarred man’s.

“...Well shit.” Sal blinked and started to laugh before it cut off when Mahogany took their cue to stretch their tongue into him, rolling and curling it against his inner walls. The wendigo rolled their hips and seemed to chuff in delight as Sal gently rolled his hips on their face, whining as they gave an affectionate kiss to his pretty and warm little hole. They felt Rhys’s shadows start to play at their useless hole, making them spread their legs wider in order to take more of Rhys’s love. They couldn’t wait for the first pup to make their pack even bigger. Especially when their pack’s siblings came to visit. “Did anyone know if tha-that’s a g-good thing or not?”

“I hope it is,” Rhys frowned, pulling away from a whining Sal. “We’ll give him a thorough check later, yea?” The frown turned into a small smirk and oh, a lot of stomachs in that room were suddenly flipping at that moment.

“Aye. But for now?” Wulf thrusted his hips and the sound of Rhys’s moan set a heat into his stomach and Wulf knew that their little lover wasn’t going to last long at everything going on around him. Let alone the feeling of being filled so nicely in his ass and mouth, let alone the tight and soaking cold he was being pounded into lovingly. “We’re going to ensure you know how deeply we care for you and to give you every inch of our affections aye?”

“Aye.” Rhys grinned before Sal pushed back into his mouth and started to thrust at a hard pace while Wulf gave slow rolls. Mahogany whined, feeling themself drip as their own holes got filled nicely as Dae whined when Lace began to fuck him, his body shifting to molten lava, which was perfect for Pascal to fuck into as he could easily stand the heat, having a sun within him after all.

And in an hour, they would argue over who wooed Rhys best and then get laughed at for how goofy they all where. And then gang up on a squealing Dae in order to check him over and properly thank him for the breakfast he cooked despite it being Wulf and Lace’s turn today.

#blind-mutant #He speaks of holy fates (Pascal)#riding the wild winds (Wulf)#The living stardust (Sal)#His fear will set you free (Lace)#The monster of forgotten midnights (Mahogany)#diamond of the rough (Dae)#a hhh happy birthday!!!#I didn't know WHEN exactly it was so I put it down on the 2nd #ily and wanted ur boy to be wooed by a harem of dumbasses #lemon #omg I'm sORRY for not talking to u but I was focusing on finishing this #I started yesterday got to 3am and then slept until 1 oof #god i got babey at the thoughts of everyone fighting for Rhys and then he has a brain cell for once and just dates them all #skskks oof and don't give anyone to Magni because that's how we end up with five kids padding about #is it bad that i already have headcanons about this all sksk

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janiedean · 5 years

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hello dearest (not) anon, excuse me if I don’t reply to you directly but as I want to block each single one of you I’ll keep the original so I can lovingly delete it after I’m finished. :)

now, I was this tempted to just delete or troll you, but as y’all have honestly seemed to not realize that you’ve gone overboard and that I didn’t want to get further involved with this dumb shipwar but you’re basically making me go like

so fine, whatever, I’ll address this one because it has all the single dumbest arguments we could have and I kind of want it for safekeeping, so.

point one: starting an ask with you freaks and then complain we don’t complain about jaime calling brienne ugly makes me wonder if you actually re-read your asks before you send them or if you even bother to make sure they’re internally coherent, because sorry but you’re basically saying this entire fandom is made of **freaks** which last I know was not a compliment to anyone’s aesthetic, so you already don’t have ground to stand on;

point two: stupid is actually a universally degrading word when referred to a specific person and used to undermine their intelligence, especially if continuously repeated. now, in *itself* it’s not damning - an argument can be stupid, a discussion can be stupid (I mean I’ve seen people savagely arguing over who had to wash the dishes, that’s a stupid reason to argue with anyone), a law can be stupid (all of italian bureaucracy is definitely a challenge for anyone for one), of course it’s all about how it’s used. for one, if used ironically and not meaning it, as in ‘my stupid son charging against dragons’, it’s not damning either, because wow, wait a moment, every single person who says that also knows that jaime is doing that out of ptsd fight instinct and that there’s nothing funny about it, but as we are people outside the narrative who love the character, we don’t mean it in a demeaning way. obviously charging at a dragon is suicidal, and it’s exactly what he’d have done (probably also in book canon I’ll give them that), but we all know why he did it, and btw dork is nowhere near on the same level as the stupidest lannister, it can be meant positively as well and tbh it’s used way more positively than that - I mean, there’s dorks in love and idiots in love as ao3 tags, no one uses them to insult the people in the ship they’re writing about now, do they? however, the whole thing about ‘the stupidest lannister’ is completely different because it implies cersei, someone jaime trusts implicitly and who’s his sister and, to him, also his lover and his other half - going by your own/their own definition - continuously demeaning his intelligence. now, I don’t think you quite realize how emotional abuse works or how that works, but let me tell you: if people you are that close with or have a fundamental impact in your upbringing (your parents, your siblings, your first teachers etc.) tell you that all the time, you end up believing that. and what comes with it? if you think you’re more stupid then them, then it means that their decisions will be better than yours because you’re too dumb to take them properly and they’re not, and you won’t even start to wonder that maybe they’re wrong and you’re right, and it’s an exceedingly common thing that happens between abusers and their victims, ie convincing them that they’re not smart enough to know what’s good for themselves, and so coming from cersei who also doesn’t want jaime to put two and two together and realize he’s a different person from her and actually, worse, doesn’t even consider the possibility that he might actually not be a different person from her, it’s straight up emotional abuse of the ugliest kind and it has nothing to do with *fans of the character* calling him a dork over his utter lack of smoothness when hitting on people, because we know why he doesn’t know how to hit on people. other than that, in the show they made jaime canonically dyslexic. now, if you even don’t get that calling someone stupid for thirty years will do a great fucking lot of damage to them (I mean, I’ve been told I was snobbish for three years by a teacher I didn’t even particularly admire in my formative years and I still have to finish unpacking the consequence of that shit, I can’t imagine being constantly demeaned by your relatives or people you trust implicitly) I doubt you’ll realize the fucking wrongness depths of the implication that the only lannister with a canon in-show learning disability is *the stupidest lannister* especially when there’s still the stigma about dyslexic people being dumb because *they can’t read* when that’s not true at all and they just need different ways of approaching a text and then they’re good to go and it has nothing to do with how smart or no they aren’t, but I’m going to tell you: it’s ableist as hell, falls under harmful stereotypes about dyslexic people that tv shows should go against, not reinforce and it has really disgusting connotations, so excuse me if I am pressed about it and other people are pressed about it and your opinion belongs in the trash and I really hope you’re not a teacher not are planning to become one;

point three: now we go at how you don’t get at all how those two work and how brienne’s character is structured, but here, let me explain you: a) jaime calls her ugly when they meet and after he loses the hand he only calls her ugly in his head and/or to her face when he’s irritated or she has misunderstood his intentions or he feels hurt by the fact that she misunderstood his intentions (when he gives her oathkeeper in the books), and in the show he stopped mid S3. on the other side, she calls him an oathbreaker and all the worst things she can call him - if you missed it, they insult each other and they start their relationship thinking the worst of the other person, and even with that he spends the entire first chapter of his in asos checking her out but you didn’t notice that I suppose; b) jaime does not call her ugly at all after he punches ronnet connington and in the show again he hasn’t since mid s3, and given that they were supposed to start as enemies and she insulted him right back, I won’t be here being pressed about them trading insults when the entire point of the story is that they stop insulting each other after they get to know each other and get closer to each other, or have you missed that too? c) the fact that he calls her ugly is actually narratively important because let me explain you something that you don’t know because you obv. haven’t read brienne’s chapters: most of the time she remembers being hurt by other men when it comes to her feelings, it’s when she found out they lied to her about her looks. she got her first trauma related to her looks when her septa told her that people who called her pretty were lying, and she got hurt during the bet with hyle and so on because those people were courting her and telling her nice things and then they were all planning on screwing her literally and metaphorically, so if someone went to brienne and told her ‘oh hey you look hot as hell let’s bang!!’, she wouldn’t believe them. let me guarantee you, she wouldn’t. the fact that jaime did not compliment her at all if not going all the way around to do it about her fighting prowess and maskerading it as insults means that he never lied to her about her looks or about anything, and the fact that then he changes and genuinely respects her and trusts in her and gives her THE THING SHE’S WANTED MOST IN HER LIFE ie a sword and a knightly quest and someone actually believing she could be a knight and carry out her vows instead of thinking she was a joke weights a lot more than any insult he might have thrown at her in the past and actually, she can trust him to not make fun of her/she can know for sure he’s not joking exactly because he never had a problem with calling her ugly (which she knows she is according to westeros beauty standards in the beginning) nor to tell her mean things when he thought them, and so since he never lied to her before and she can see that he changed, she has no reason to think he could or would lie to her after, and considering that most of her trauma is tied to having been lied to in that sense... sorry but no, it doesn’t bother me at all because if it’s an enemies to lovers kind of trope I really don’t think I’d expect him to gift her flowers at their first meeting. I mean, *enemies* to *lovers* implies that at the beginning they don’t like each other, or did you forget that words have meanings? also, hairy is not an insult. I suppose that for people who insult other people about the peach fuzz mustache most women have it would be an insult, but let me tell you: it’s not. and given that I’ve seen posts over posts about how it’s an expression of feminism to not shave I really think you haven’t even checked that discourse lately - personally I don’t care for it but like, having body hair is not automatically a crime nor a reason why you’re unattractive. get lost. and like, excuse me if insults traded by people who didn’t know each other and that they both outgrew when they did know each other are nowhere near on the same level of making someone think they’re too fucking stupid to take their own decisions and always have to follow someone else’s lead, and excuse me if I’m way more than mildly worried that anyone in this fandom would look at that stupidest lannister bullshit and actually don’t feel horrified at it.

now, honestly, can y’all just stop with this grasping at straws which happens to also be ableist as hell while pretending to give a fuck about brienne as a character - because you don’t, it’s obvious from how you don’t understand her issues at all - and keep to your own lane or what? because honestly, it’s obvious no one has ever called you ugly in your life and that you never had to deal with anyone demeaning your intelligence because you were most likely too busy demeaning other people’s, but you’ve been at this bullshit since 2013.

didn’t you get bored?\

#jaime x brienne #jaime lannister #jb wank #ableism cw #receipts #only slightly less toxic than chernobyl's ruins #anti-cersei lannister #anti-cersei #anti-lannincest #anti-jaime x cersei #emotional abuse cw #dyslexia mention #sigh #can't y'all be more obvious just DON'T

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calliecat93 · 5 years

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Top 5 Things I Disliked About RWBY Volume 1

(Top 5 Likes)

Welcome to the first installment of this little series of mine! So with Red vs Blue, I’ve done these ‘Top 5 Things I Like/Dislike/ posts regarding the recent seasons. So I thought ‘well, why not do it for RWBY to lead-up to Volume 7′! Sure, I thought of it at the last second and have to do two posts a day in order to be done by Saturday, but hey! it gives me something to do, so yay!

Anyways, here’s how these works. I’m going to release two posts a day. One for dislikes, one for likes. I want to say this about Dislike sin particular. As far as Volumes 1-5 go, the dislikes are things that I find weak about the volumes, but are NOT relevant to where RWBY is now. Volume 6 will have my relevant issues, but that’s about it. These are also gonna be nitpicky cause honestly, I have very few things that I dislike about each volume. Yes, including V5. Anything I bring up here I’ll do my best to explain, and same with Likes though obviously that’s gonna be more positive/happy. Dislikes are gonna be first cause I wanna get them out of the way.

Okay! Let's do this!

#5 - Chapter Runtimes

As of now, we RWBY fans are used to chapters bing about... 12-15 minutes on average, and longer than that on certain occasions. If it goes past 20 minutes, then we know that it’s a biiiig deal. Volume 1 though was... bizarre. Aside from Chapters 1, 8, 15, and 16 they ranged from about 6-8 minutes. Sometimes even four minutes. Now, this may not seem like that big a deal, especially since it is Volume 1 so they were still figuring the show out. So there's no reason to harp on them... but it is still an issue for this volume in particular and while I came into it after all the chapters were out and was able to just binge it in one go, it was a frequent complaint that I saw regarding it.

The issue is that many of the episodes would end up being two-parters when may of them would just be one episode nowadays. I’m gonna get to the Jaune Arc in another section, so let's take say... The Badge and the Burden for example. It’s a two-parter that I really like... but Part One is five and a half minutes, and Part 2 is seven minutes. Combined, they equal a total of around 12 1/2 minutes, reaching the current standard. I really feel that this could have improved pacing, especially for the Jaune arc since if it only went two episodes, IDT it would have annoyed as many people as it did. If you combined all the two-parters, V1 would ave a total of ten episodes. Now I assume that the episode order would have been cut down, so if they went with 12 then that gives them two episodes to do more things like showing more of Team RWBY growing as a team, showing more of how Beacon works, setting up things like Weiss’ racism towards Faunus and Blake’s Faunus status, etc.

As I said though, this was the first volume. I think that they were trying to go with how they did Red vs Blue episodes since that was what they knew, and that format just didn’t work for RWBY. It was a critique that they listened to, and fixed accordingly in V2 and beyond. They were still finding their feet with the show and nowadays since you can just binge the volume, any pacing issues aren’t as big a deal. But I do feel like some things could have been better established or fleshed out had they gone with the current format here, so it is still something about the volume that I don’t care for. But it is certianly not an issue anymore.

#4 - Length of the Jaune Arc... Arc

Oh Jaune, the shit that you got for these four episodes...

So in V1, there are these two parts titled Jaunedice and Forever Fall. In it, Jaune is being bullied and struggling in his classes. Pyrrha offers to help, but Jaune refuses and we find out hat he cheated his way into Beacon. Cardin finds out, blackmails him, Jaune grows a backbone, Grimm fight, and Jaune finally accepts Pyrrha’s help. It’s more than that. We have Jaune opening up about how worthless he feels and how he hates being the Butt-Monkey that he had been made as over the course of the volume. He’s doubtful of his role as a leader, with Ruby giving him encouragement that later helps him stand up to Cardin. We see how caring Pyrrha is as she tries to convince Jaune to let her help him, how disappointed she is when he rejects her, and her using her power to help Jaune and give him a confidence boost. It’s a good story that especially helps with the bond between Jaune and Pyrrha and without this plot, the things that happen later wouldn’t have been nearly as impactful, especially during V3.

That being said, however, the issue here is that it’s four episodes long. In a 16 episode season where the runtime for each was under ten minutes. That meant that four weeks straight, instead of focusing on the actual main characters of having cool fights, people spent essnetially a month watching this ‘Jaune gets bullied’ storyline. Now I want to make this clear, I love Jaune. He's one of my favorite characters and I think that him hating being a fool and wanting to be a hero but having this kinda macho mindset about it makes him an interesting character. They subvert the ‘loser hero who becomes greater than everyone’ cliche by having Jaune have to man up, but he doesn't ever really become this ultra-badass hero. He has to learn to accept help and pays consequences for cheating his way into Beacon by having to actually work to prove his worth.

Jaune had a very good character arc here... it’s just that the season’s structure makes it feel like he took the spotlight from other characters, especially Team RWBY. It being kind of a standard bullying story that isn’t out of place in any teen drama also didn’ make it very interesting, it just sets up more interesting things in later volumed. Even the Grimm fight at the end, compared to every other fight this volume, isn’t all that great and only serves to both reveal Pyrrha’s Semblance and to end the Cardin conflict. Had this been in the current format and just two episodes, it probably wouldn’t have annoyed as many people. ut as such, it’s just kinda... meh compared to the high fantasy that we get later and maybe gave aune a little too much attention. They do a much better job of giving Jaune time when prominent, but not letting it override other characters. But I will stills ay the arc is good character stuff for Jaune and Pyrrha, sets up Jaune training to become better, shows Pyrrha’s selfless nature, and without it, anything that happened later wouldn't have been nearly as impactful. So I don’t hate it, but it ain’t perfect.

#3 - Cardin Sucks

Okay, this is gonna be brief, but Cardin sucks. Okay yeah, I know that he’s supposed to suck, but he’s just... a bad character. He is a one-dimensional bully who exists solely to make Jaune miserable. After this arc, he has no prominence and in side stories like the manga or comics, they only use him to have a hate sink against other characters. He’s boring. He has no reason to be an asshole. We know nothing about him or why he’s that way. Which makes him utterly uninteresting, especially compared to later villains. Like say what you want about CInder or Adam, but at least they have actual motivations and impact. And it looks especially lame when you have Roman in this volume, who is one of the most beloved villains from the show because of how charismatic and fun he is.

Sure Cardin's not supposed to be this great villain nor do I want him to be, and yes sucky people who suck just because are a thing. But Cardin just exists for the Jaune Arc... arc, which really with a couple of adjustments you could write him out completely. Like did we really need to have Jaune get blackmailed to make his arc work? There is nothing interesting about Cardin’s character. he’s just... a bully, and that’s it. I get it, he's made to be a hateful bully, but it also makes him a poor character and I just want him to vanish form all material because he’s not good for anything really.

#2 - Penny Fight

Let's get this out of the way before I say anything else. Monty was an incredibly talented animator who clearly had a love for his work and was incredibly creative and passionate. His fights were always amazing, this one included, and he gave us a show that I have loved for several years now. Even now, he is greatly missed but will always be remembered as an amazing animator, and as an amazing person. That being said though, Monty was not perfect and I think that this moment from the finale shows that sometimes he let his love for cool action scenes go too far.

Monty sometimes had a bad habit of making the characters more powerful than they really should be. This could look bad in stories where the characters would lose fights and people would get upset due to it. Like with how Adam was made out to be this badass... and we’ve ALL seen how people keep trying to use that argument for how Miles and Kerry ruined him, even though they didn’t. Then we have things like Penny. Now originally, Miles didn’t want the Penny Robot reveal to happen until V2. Now admittedly he and Kerry... kinda made it obvious that enny was at least not normal during her intro so everyone pretty much figured it out by the finale, but still, there was room for speculation. But Monty decided that he wanted a badass action sequence with Penny... and in doing so it gave the reveal away. And apparently, no one bothered to inform Miles and you can tell on the V1 Commentary that he was pretty surprised to see the sequence.

Monty was a great animator and he created a fantastic world. But like anyone, he had his flaws. I’m still annoyed at how that fight, as cool as it looked, gave the reveal away and went against the writer’s intention. I do not like it when stories get messed with just for coolness, and this is a prime example. IDT it annoyed people as much as the V2 finale where Monty definitely went overboard with cool action scenes. but this is still very much an example of the problems with doing that. V1 still is my least favorite finale for this and one other reason that we’ll go into in a bit. It’s not a big deal now and again, most people already figured the twist out due to the lack of subtlety. But it still pretty much ruined any build-up that it could have had, and that is a shame. Nevertheless, it was a very badass sequence by Monty and shows off just how crazy talented that the man truly was. Monty was a mad genius, and his memory still goes on even today. So for that, I can give it a little bit of slack.

I cannot give a much slack for Number One though...

#1. Weiss at the end Black and White was poorly done

To be honest, The Stray and Black and White is... not a strong finale. Yes, it brings up the Faunus oppression and introduced the White Fang as well as Sun. But the Faunus stuff had very little build-up. Sure, we had Cardin bullying Velvet... but it was Cardin, who bullied everyone so not a great example. Wiss worked better as, why this was her bitch phase, he wasn't a bad person and we saw her kinder side earlier. Plus she had a reason that wasn’t just racism and helped build-up to her problematic family life. But I find it hard to believe that Weiss hadn’t been showing her anti-Fuanus stances before The Stray, which is what it felt like so I feel like a better job could have been done regarding her.

Then we get to the ending of Black and White, and it feels... forced. Really forced. At the end, Weiss suddenly did a 180, telling Blake that she doesn't care that Blake is a Faunus, asks Blake to open up to her team more, and tries to hold back on any derogatory terms against Sun. It’s nice to see Weiss trying to be better, and later volumes very much show how much that she’s improved... but there is no build-up to her reaching this epiphany. Sure Ruby and Yang call her out on how horrible she’s acting towards Blake... but that was before they knew that she was a Faunus with Penny having to spell it out for them. Yeah, Yang makes a snide remark towards Weiss later about Weiss not caring which Weiss rebukes... but that’s it. We don’t see Weiss learn anything or see her view shift whatsoever over the course of these two episodes. I guess you can argue that the revelation is what made Weiss reconsider... but since she was calling Blake a criminal before the revelation, it kinda makes it hard for me to believe that. I guess it was meant to be implied, but even when I watched it the first time, I was baffled by it.

It just kinda cheapens the ending when Weiss did a 180 out of nowhere. Now Om glad that she had the revelation. As I said, later volumes show that she meant in with V2 having her stop Blake from closing up in Chapter 2 and get her to open up to them. V3 has her defend Velvet, a Faunus, and shows concern for her safety. V6 had her get pissed at Cordovin when she made a racist motion at Blake with murder clearly in her eyes. And I expect that V7 is going to show us more of this. it’s also clear that Weiss’ racism was due to a hateful mindset that she was raised into that she knows is wrong and had to grow out of. So I can see Weiss growing out of it in the finale and am happy for what we see later... but we don’t see her start to break out of it here. She says that she had 12 hours to think about it... and we’re just supposed to assume that she came to the conclusion because we were told that it happened. ‘Show don’t tell’ has been a frequent critique of the show, and sadly this is one of the best examples. Maybe if we saw Ruby and Yang call Weiss out after the Faunus revelation or saw Blake and Weiss interacting before Weiss’ racism became known it would have worked, but... no. We don’t. Again, it’s V1 so it’s not gonna be perfect and we do see that Weiss was genuine. I just wish that they did a better job of letting us experience that growth with her.

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Okay, Dislikes are done. Again, many if not all of these are no longer relevant to where RWBY is now. It’s just a little trip down memory lane. If anything, it really shows how much that everyone has improved over the years, which is a great thing. The good news is that now we can focus on the good things for VOlume 1. That post will go up later today... after I sleep. So thank you all for reading, and be on the lookout for the Top 5 Things I Liked About RWBY Volume 1~!

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kasspasia · 5 years

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Originally was asked by someone but i had to delete it coz it fucked up.

Anonymous said to kasspasia: Don't know if anyone asked this yet and if they did sorry lol but Kassandra bringing Aspasia to see Atlantis?

*SPOILERS AHEAD*

Thanks for the prompts!

“Kassandra?”

“Mm?” Kassandra’s reply was slightly distracted. The sea gently lapped at the currently moored ship and crickets chirping from the bank echoed in the nights silence. She sat with her legs hanging overboard, swinging back and forth in deep thought as she had barely heard the light footsteps of her lover approaching, the swishing of her dress across the deck like a ghost.

“What are you doing?” Aspasia asked, leaning against the railing and looking down at the misthios. The moonlight reflected off the small waves and illuminated Kassandra’s face, her brow furrowed giving away her concentration. “I was expecting you in bed a while ago.” She said, her tone betraying her concern. Kassandra shrugged nonchalantly.

“Didn’t realise you missed me that much when I’m not by your side.” She joked, finally looking up at Aspasia who rolled her eyes. “I mean I can’t blame you, but Aspasia I did not peg you as the clingy type.” She winked, and Aspasia barely lifted an eyebrow before her leg swung forward and connected with Kassandra’s back. She let out a surprised gasp as Aspasia kicked her off the edge of the ship - gulping a breath of air before she met the sea water. She rose to the surface and spat out a mouth full of water glaring up at the shadowed face above her.

“That was unfair!” She shouted, and Aspasia held a finger to her lips.

“Shh, the crew are sleeping.” She hissed before popping out of view. Kassandra grumbled as she climbed back up the side of the ship and dropped to the deck soaking wet. Aspasia watched her with amusement, her hand covering the smile on her face.

“This isn’t the sort of wet I expected to be tonight.” Kassandra grunted as she stripped off her gear. "At least my training seems to be effective."

“Well if you hadn’t left me naked and waiting...” Aspasia started before trailing off. As Kassandra bent over to take her boots off a necklace pendant slipped out from her undergarment, glinting in the moonlight. Kassandra instinctively grabbed it and glanced up to catch Aspasia’s dark eyes studying her. She straightened up as the other woman approached her and slid her fingers over the clenched fist at her chest.

“Aspasia...” She murmured, gripping tightly to the pendant.

“Where did you get that?” Aspasia asked, her eyes almost pleading to see the pedant. “And why have I never seen it before?” Kassandra frowned and stepped back.

“I don’t have to show you all of my treasures.” She snapped, more in panic than anger. "It is simply a necklace that Alkibiades gave me and I knew you would get jealous." She lied. Aspasia crossed her arms and raised her eyebrow.

"You are a terrible liar." She said bluntly. "I saw the symbol of Hermes and I felt the same warmth that you spear gives when I grabbed your hand." Kassandra glanced away, biting her bottom lip, fiddling with the necklace. Aspasia stepped forward again and placed her hand over Kassandra’s pushing it against her chest.

“Aspasia I- “

“You don’t have to tell me.” She interrupted Kassandra, staring intently into her eyes. “But I thought we were beyond secrets.” There was no maliciousness in her voice, but concern and hurt. Kassandra looked agitated but finally let go of the necklace and moved her hand. Aspasia grabbed it gently, feeling warmth radiating from the gold Caduceus symbol.

“I need to show you something.” Kassandra said, and Aspasia looked back up at the misthios. Her face was pained, and she suddenly gave Aspasia a long kiss - holding her face tightly. She rested her forehead against Aspasia’s and took a deep breath in. Aspasia moved her hand from the pedant to rest on the other woman’s chest and felt her heart racing.

“Kassandra, you’re worrying me.” She whispered. Kassandra remained silent for a moment, just studying her face.

“It’s just a short boat ride from where we are.” She said quietly and walked to where the boats were tied to the side. Aspasia hopped on as Kassandra lowered it, worry making her stomach churn. She watched Kassandra’s form pull the boat through the water, her face serious as they approached the island.

“Is this where you went today?” Aspasia broke the silence of the night air, trying to sever the tension between them. “Barnabas told me that you come here fairly often but could not tell me anything else.” Kassandra nodded but remained silent as they drifted to the edge of the beach. She helped Aspasia off the boat, her face ashen and serious and began leading her through ruins.

“Nikolaos told me on his dying breath that he was not my father.” She said, and Aspasia startled slightly after the silence. She laced her fingers through Kassandra’s and frowned slightly at how clammy they were. “So, I asked my mater and she told me to search for my real pater. The search led to here.” The women stopped, Aspasia’s jaw clenching slightly at the sight of the giant door in front of them. Kassandra stepped forward and touched the opening and the doors begin to slide open.

“Kassandra…” Aspasia started but Kassandra pulled her forward by the hand, not looking back.

“This is one thing I have kept secret from you Aspasia.” She admitted, tightening her grip as they walked through the tunnels. They came to a hole in the ground that opened to water and Aspasia could see strange lights glinting off the pillars that lay broken on the ground. She could feel apprehension and something else... something she hadn’t felt since first witnessing the pyramid. There was power here. More than she could imagine. Kassandra glanced at her, worrying at her lip at the look on Aspasia’s face. The same look she had when they confronted each other at the pyramid. “We have to swim a bit to get there.” She muttered, and Aspasia nodded as if not hearing her words. She quickly removed her dress – anxious to see what was down there and readily dove in the water after Kassandra. She gasped as she broke the surface – the same warmth from the necklace and spear surrounded her in the water. They swam over to an underwater entrance.

“We have to swim through there?” Aspasia asked, concern obvious in her voice. Kassandra glanced her and nodded.

“We will be fine. It’s only a short way.” She said and took a deep breath to dive under. Aspasia followed, her heart racing. She soon saw the end of the tunnel but felt her chest beginning to scream for air and released some bubbles. She grabbed at Kassandra leg and the misthios spun around and swam back to her connecting their mouths. She felt air being pushed into her lungs from the other woman and began kicking fast as the strong grip dragged her through the water. They both broke the surface gasping for the fresh air fresh air.

“This better be fucking important.” Aspasia gasped out, crawling onto the rocks in front of them.

“Of course it is.” Kassandra responded, also panting slightly. “It’s not far now.” Aspasia looked around in wonder as they walked along the next tunnel until Kassandra pulled her to a stop before a gateway. She turned the woman to face her, her hands gripping her shoulder’s tightly.

“Kassandra, what is this place?” Aspasia asked breathily, glancing around them before resting her dark eyes on Kassandra’s. She felt her stomach flip at the sheer desperate expression on her lover’s face. “Kassandra?” She grabbed one of the hands on her shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

“When I confronted you…” Kassandra swallowed heavily, and Aspasia could see her trembling slightly. “At the pyramid all those years ago – you asked me to trust you. You asked me to trust what you were doing was the right thing.” Kassandra felt like her heart was going to pound out of her chest and she could feel her hands sweating. She KNEW she shouldn’t have bought Aspasia here, but she knew she couldn’t keep it a secret forever. The truth would have to be revealed. She studied Aspasia’s worried face, noticing the slight glint in her eyes, noticing the years that had passed since their meeting. The years that had had no impact on Kassandra’s body. Time that didn’t exist for her any longer but existed for her lover. Cruel time.

“I do remember, of course.” Aspasia answered, her thumb stroking the hand on her shoulder. She closed the space between then and rested her other hand on Kassandra’s chest. “What is this about? You are scaring me, and you know I do not admit that readily.” Kassandra smiled just slightly.

“I am trusting you now. I HAVE to trust you now.” She said shakily, staring intently at Aspasia who frowned. “Because this place… I did something to ensure that no one in the cult would ever have access to this place.” Aspasia remained quiet, her heart racing. “I am breaking my own rule by bringing you here.”

“Kassandra, you know that I believed the cult was corrupt in its methods.” Aspasia cautioned, unsure of the implications that Kassandra was placing on her.

“I know. But I also know what you strive to do. What I don’t know is how far you are willing to go.” Kassandra said quietly, awaiting the storm from Aspasia but was shocked when silence followed her words. She took a deep breath and gently brushed her lips against Aspasia’s, savouring the softness of them, her hand cupping her cheek before resting their foreheads together. She felt Aspasia’s fingers on her chest press against her and stepped away leading the confused women through the opening. Aspasia’s jaw dropped open and her eyes drank in the sight before her. The giant window showing access to the ocean caused blue light to wash over the large room. She took in the different pillars and the floating stone with carvings.

“What is this place?” She breathed dropping her hand from Kassandra’s grip and walking forward. Kassandra followed and grabbed the necklace from her neck. Aspasia turned at the sound and watched as the symbol elongated and turned into a staff topped with the Caduceus.

“Welcome to Atlantis, Aspasia.” Kassandra said, with resignation in her voice. Aspasia stared at her for a moment before letting out a nervous laugh.

“This is a joke?” She asked, feeling giddy. “This whole thing was just a joke?” Kassandra shook her head and walked past, the staff glowing in her hand. She walked to the single stone dais in front of the ocean opening.

“This is the Atlantis from the myth and you know it is.” Kassandra stated. “My father lived down here for longer than his natural life guarding this place from the cult. It contains more power and information than anything else. It has access to information from the future and past.” Kassandra said, watching Aspasia’s eyes darken slightly when realisation hit her.

“The future? You mean you have seen what the future holds? Information that I could use to create the future I want?” She said, her voice raising in both anger and excitement. “You hid this from me?” She accused. Kassandra glanced away ashamed.

“I could not risk it.” She said quietly. “I saw what the power here could do – I killed my father because he was addicted to what he could discover about the world. I sealed it away using four artefacts I retrieved from four mythical creatures.” Aspasia laughed again, holding a hand to her head in disbelief.

“This is ridiculous Kassandra.” She murmured but knew despite her logical brain that Kassandra was telling the truth. She had seen the pyramids power. She had seen the weapons and the severity of the wounds that Kassandra brought back from what she called ‘hunting expeditions’. Strange and powerful weapons with depictions of creatures of myth. “This place can tell me if the future I want comes true? It can tell me what I must do?” Her voice rose, and she strode forward to the dais. Kassandra stepped in front of it, blocking it with her body, her hand tightly clenching the staff.

“You can’t access the power.” She said steadily despite the shake in her muscles. Aspasia glared at her. “So long as I wield this staff it will be sealed from anyone who seeks it.”

“You said you trusted me, to do what was right for our future.” Aspasia said icily. “And yet you hide this from me, and seal it only a few days after saying that to me.” Kassandra remained silent, her eyes pleading. She could feel ringing in her ears as Aspasia’s sharp, angry words hit at her. “You NEVER trusted me. Is that why you have had me tagging along with you? Pretending to help me – so you could WATCH me?” She spat, and Kassandra could see the woman’s eye getting red from unshed tears. She stepped forward to reach for Aspasia and cringed as she flinched away.

“Aspasia, no that’s not what it was!” She said quickly, taking another step forward. Aspasia could feel herself trembling from both anger and hurt. She thought she would be more upset at the lie than the fact that what they had shared for the past few years was fake – a ploy to ensure she would not stray.

“Perhaps you should have killed me that day.” She almost hissed, wiping a hot tear from her face. Kassandra felt as though she had been kicked in the stomach. “It would have saved you years of trouble. I know you wanted to.” Her voice dropped at the end and Kassandra enveloped her in her arms. She struggled against it for a moment before her energy left her and she stood there numb.

“That’s not what it was.” Kassandra said desperately, her arms tightly holding the woman – scared she would go. “I love you. I loved you then, I love you now. I’ve done everything – despite what it could mean – to be with you. I SHOULD have killed you – your cult destroyed my life – but I didn’t want to. I never even considered that a possibility when I saw it was you.” Aspasia was trembling, her body tense. “I trusted you.” She said strongly. “I did, and I still do. But I had to seal this place because it was dangerous if others found it.” Aspasia struggled against the hug and Kassandra released her. Both were red faced with emotion, breathing heavily.

“If you trusted me so much then why hide it so long from me!” Aspasia shouted – the loudest and angriest Kassandra had ever heard. Angry tears ran tracks down her face and her hair was tousled from the water and the struggle of the hug. Kassandra felt herself deflate, her heart aching. She didn’t want to face this anymore. She wanted to go back to lying with Aspasia in her arms. She wanted to be riding with her on Phobos. Discovering new places. She wanted the comfort of the woman she loved, she didn’t want to face reality. Aspasia watched as Kassandra visibly seemed to get smaller and her face fell almost in defeat. She had seen Kassandra in despair – after she was forced to kill Deimos – after she had found Phoibe’s body and the confrontation between the two of them. But this was something else. Her anger quickly drained away, and dread weighed her down. She didn’t want to hear what Kassandra was going to say.

“I had to hide it from you because the consequences of wielding this staff…” Kassandra voice was flat, and she glanced at the glowing staff before back to Aspasia with a sad smile. “Means that I will watch everybody around me that I love age and die, and I will remain here. Time can no longer touch my physical body.” Aspasia stood in shock, staring at her. “The longer I hid it the more I could pretend that it wasn’t true. That we could create the future we wanted together and die knowing that what we did would help.” Kassandra swayed slightly before sitting down heavily on a piece of rubble shaking her head with a laugh. “Only the reality is instead of dying hoping that we changed even a small part if I will be forced to watch the future for what it is.” Aspasia let out a nervous giggle and began pacing in front of her.

“You are immortal? We are in Atlantis, you have the power to see into the future and past and now you tell me you are immortal?” She said, her voice rising slightly almost in hysteria. “You will outlive me, you will watch the future I wish to create happen.” She muttered. Her mind was a whirl of thoughts and emotions, but she stopped pacing and looked down at Kassandra. The misthios had her head down, her grip on the Staff was loose and her shoulders were shaking. She could see tears falling to the rocks and felt her heart ache. Before meeting her, Aspasia would have wanted nothing more than the power to change the future and remain alive to continue shaping it to her will. But Kassandra had changed that, little by little her decisions and actions began to change. She still had a view for the future – plans she wanted but they were shifting and altering and seemed less important than the present she was in. She was free, she was loved, and she loved. The world was shifting – the war continued, and corruption still prevailed but little by little they conquered the corrupt politicians and hateful crime lords. Aspasia stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Kassandra’s head, pulling her in to lean it against her stomach. A shudder ran through the misthios body then a sob.

“I don’t want to watch you die.” Kassandra whispered with a shuddering breath. “I don’t want mater to die. I don’t want to be alone again.” She sobbed, and Aspasia fell to her knees and lifting Kassandra’s head up to look at her face. She kissed her, feeling her lips shaking against hers. She drew back and stroked Kassandra’s face.

“You have the power to continue changing so many people’s lives.” Aspasia said shakily. “You have such an impact on the people – you bring out something in them.” She said, smiling through the tears. Kassandra gripped the hand on her face and shook her head.

“I don’t care about that.” She snapped.

“You do, otherwise you would not have accepted the staff.” Aspasia said, and Kassandra withdrew her breath sharply. “You care so much for everyone that you meet. You help those less fortunate than you – even if they treat you rotten.” She continued. “This staff gives you the power to help so, so many people. You will be able to create a world where they work together to help each other, just like we want.”

“But I will be alone.” Kassandra said quietly. Her body had stopped shaking and she sat in calm defeat. Aspasia gave her a gentle kiss.

“No, you won’t. Everywhere you go you will find new people to love.” She said, her voice cracking just slightly. She wanted to comfort Kassandra, to allow her to accept it but she herself was not willing too. She didn’t want to grow old and have Kassandra stay young. Her body would stay the same, her beauty and strength untouched. Aspasia would grow old and forgotten. Kassandra frowned at her slightly before pulling her into a hug. She rested her face in the cove between Aspasia’s neck and shoulder.

“I don’t want the love of any other women.” She muttered, kissing Aspasia’s skin where her lips touched. Aspasia let out a small laugh.

“Since when?” She said, knowing full well Kassandra’s insatiable appetite for women. Kassandra kissed her shoulder again.

“You know what I mean. They don’t compare to what I have with you.” Another kiss. “And I don’t want to lose that.” They remained in the silent embrace, both contemplating the future they faced.

“Maybe there is another person who can wield the staff in your place.” Aspasia broke the silence, her voice quiet. Kassandra straightened up with a sigh.

“It must be someone of my bloodline.” Aspasia frowned slightly.

“Myrrine? Would she accept it?” She pushed, knowing the answer as she said it.

“I would not expect my mater to take this on.” Kassandra said with a shake of her head. Aspasia kissed her lightly.

“We will figure out a way around this, I promise.” She murmured with more conviction than Kassandra had ever heard, her eyes seemingly boring into Kassandra’s. “This is not an option for us.” Kassandra connected their mouths in a passionate kiss, feeling her tears falling again as they broke apart. A shadow loomed over them as a whale lazily swam across the clear wall. They both watched it until it disappeared. Kassandra stood up and helped Aspasia up, threading their fingers. She activated the staff and Aspasia watched as it transformed into a bracelet that she had seen Kassandra wearing a lot. “I wonder why I never noticed that before.” She murmured, fiddling with the band, the Caduceus visible as a charm. Kassandra grinned at her – the same familiar grin that always made Aspasia roll her eyes at.

“You probably only noticed the necklace because you are always looking at my chest.” Kassandra said with a wink, easing the tension slightly. On cue Aspasia rolled her eyes and kissed the hand holding hers.

“Can we please leave this accursed place.” She begged, and Kassandra agreed leading her out. Aspasia couldn’t help but glance back, taking in the floating rock that held so many answers. Maybe the answer for their predicament was right there – inaccessible. Aspasia bit her lip glancing down at the bracelet again as they left the main chamber. What a curse to have.

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