#‘He is my rival only *I* get to mess with him and hurt him/he’s *mine* to fight no one else gets involved’

[southerndragontamer]

Egotober Day 15: Strong

Strength came in many forms, not just physicality. Strength of character, of heart was just as important. Being a hero, Jackie had strength in spades. But it was times like this that tested it, as he stared unflinchingly up into toxic green from where he was holding up the wall of a building to let the inhabitants get outside.

He should’ve known Anti would show up, he always did when there was trouble or things had been too calm. The hero had to grit his teeth in a low growl as the glitch’s face twisted with that demented Cheshire grin of his and he giggled.

“Having a bit o’ trouble hero?~”

Jackie huffed out a breath and he bit his tongue, as much as he wanted to snap at Anti he had more important things to worry about right now. He felt the integrity of the wall crumbling more under his hold, more weight added onto his arms. He exhaled as he heard the bricks hit the ground, the startled shrieks of the crowd from the impacts. The sound of the rescue workers rushing as fast and safe as they could inside to get the civilians out.

He tensed, hair rose on the back of his neck as he heard crackling electricity close to his ear. He shuddered and felt his heart pick up in adrenaline fueled nerves as claws curled around one shoulder.

“Ignorin me now are we? Tsk, tsk, tsk~ Ye know t’at’s a bad idea Jackieboy….I t’ought ye had learned by now. Might have to teach ya anot’er lesson.”

Jackie felt bile crawl up his throat and resisted the urge to gag at the thought of another ‘lesson’. The last one had left him coughing up blood and his ribcage ached in phantom pain. He didn’t move, he didn’t acknowledge Anti. He couldn’t afford to have his focus split-pain lanced down one arm as those deadly claws sunk into his shoulder.

He grit his teeth as muscles spasmed and tightened, he held back the instinct to twist his arm to dislodge them. He dug his fingers into brick and mortar instead in an attempt to stay singular focused. The glitch hummed, the sound brought a smirk to the hero’s mind as the only kind of warning he got.

Then everything lit up in white hot agony.

Jackie clenched his jaw as tight as he could not to scream, his body wanted to convulse but he didn’t let it. He held himself in position as the wall creaked and groaned, bricks tumbled down around him onto the street. His heart skipped beats and stuttered in his chest as his ears rang with the sound of harsh static mixed with panicked screams, the racing footsteps in the building. He felt like his teeth would crack under the pressure as the voltage amped up in response.

Anti didn’t want his attention on anything else but the pain, but him as he struggled to keep his hands still. He couldn’t falter, he couldn’t let go, he had to be strong. His vision swam and began to blur, thoughts fuzzed and tormented. The hero didn’t know how long he could take this, the pain just kept coming and it increased with every second that passed- the force of nature hissed smugly against his skin like it read his mind.

“I can stop Jackie, make all t’e pain go away~ All ye gotta do is one little thing~”

Anything, he’d do anything if it meant the pain stopped. There was a pleased hum that brought to mind a cat with prey before a twisted croon against his ear.

“Say my name Jackieboy~ Say my name and it stops~”

Jackie barely remembered his own name, he couldn’t think- the pain was so bad. His muscles locked in place from his stubbornness not to move, not to scream. His senses all transmitted suffering, torment, the crackling and hissing of the lightning the only sound he heard above his own heartbeat. The hero couldn’t focus…everything started to dim. His eyes fluttered and he caught a flash of feral, wicked neon green…he felt a hand on his cheek, claws softly traced his face and teased the edges of his mask. It felt like his mouth moved on its own and his voice forced itself out barely above a breath. Only heard between the two of them.

“Anti.…”

The pain stopped instantly, he started to sway midair as his body began to go limp. The wall crumbled and collapsed against his body and he hit the street hard, unable to hold himself up. As Jackie slid into the darkness of unconsciousness there was a chuckle among the shouting of civilians and workers who scrambled to his side to tend to him.

“Sleep well hero, see you soon~”

[vermilionsun]

hiiii! could you possibly do a nsfw ais headcannons or kuras! thank yu for reading!

You've read the title, and that's literally it.

Sorry this took so long! :)

Ais

aka my favourite bastard

✩ slams fist on the table CHOKING KINK Slowy snaking his hand around his lover's neck and watching the realisation dawn on them? Their eyes rolling back as they arch themselves more into his touch? Sign him the fuck up.

✩ Breeding (fr fr) Not as in “getting his partner pregnant” but more he enjoys watching his partner’s bloated tummy and knowing he is the one at fault.

✩ Bondage Blindfolds, restrains etc. As much as he loves his partner scratching his back until he bleeds, watching them beg to do so is much more entertaining.

✩ Dressing up Digging my grave deeper and elaborating; have you heard that one Britney Spears song “Lace and Leather”? That’s it, that’s Ais. Watch’s this man’s jaw go slack and his brain stop working happen he sees his beloved in stockings or lingerie. Just for a few sacred moments though, they will be ripped off and ruined the moment he’s done teasing his partner.

✩ Dirty talk Speaking of teasing; Ais doesn’t hold back. Degradation and praise leave his lips like water. You’re doing well? He’ll let you know. Especially when you’re trying to take his massive cock. He’ll hold your hand and kiss you softly, repeating how good you are for him and how proud he is of you. You’re being bad? Nuh uh rethink that. Does he think you’re hurt somewhere? He asks. He’s not the most talkative person during it but dear Lord, will he speak his mind.

✩ Pet names, I said, PET NAMES His princess/prince/royal (demo reference), his beloved, his darling, his baby, his and only his <3

✩ Positions Missionary, doggy style, AGAINST THE WALL

✩ RIDE HIM RIDE HIM RIDE HIM

✩ Oral Huge fan, prefers giving. This man eats his partner out like they’re his last meal on death row. Pussy, ass, dick? He doesn’t give a single half of a fuck. He eats out for both his and his partner’s pleasure, and on how rewarding that is. Push his face in your sex, beg him not to stop and he will keep going until you pass out.

✩ FACE SITTING Elaborating on the above, SIT ON HIS FACE. And don’t you dare try to get out of the situation with a half-assed shitty excuse, he ain’t having none of that.

✩ Very, VERY light spanking On the ass, and maybe front as well. Nothing too extreme. He doesn’t want to hurt his beloved—

✩ Bloodplay —despite them looking breathtaking covered in crimson red blood. If the blood is his beloved's? Someone is dying.

✩ t̶h̶e̶m̶ ̶o̶c̶e̶d̶i̶u̶s̶ ̶t̶e̶n̶t̶a̶c̶l̶e̶s̶

✩ Aftercare The BEST aftercare. Lays with his partner, makes sure they are okay, cleans them up, provides them with a snack and water if they need it. He will need a smoke, but he’ll be quick as a flash—unless his partner wants to join.

☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ

Kuras

aka “that fucking doctor” (Vere’s words, not mine)

✞ tease tease TEASE Adores teasing his beloved until they can’t take it anymore. He uses his body and words to bring his partner to their LIMIT, turning them to a crying, whiny mess for his entertainment.

✞ SIZE KINK Have you SEEN that man? He’s HUMUNGUS. And he makes.it.fit. no matter what. That rare cheshire smile on his lips as his lover struggles, and he leans down to whisper sweet nothings in their ear as he presses down on the bulge that has formed…

✞ Praise Soft whispers and faux promises, how beautiful, how fascinating, all his to devour.

✞ Fingering Long fingers that like to touch you everywhere. He will carefully open you up because he doesn’t want to hurt his partner at all. Ass, pussy, mouth, E V E R Y W H E R E.

✞ Oral On that note, this man’s tongue got people lining round the block for an experience. Rivals Vere’s skill fr.

✞ Plugs.

✞ Heels/boot Just look at how his jaw tightens up when his partner walks into the room with those on.

✞ Edging Loves how his darling struggles and begs him to let them finish, but he just… won't. Not yet.

✞ Silk Oh, to see his partner in angelic—or what mortals consider as—wear, the soft fabric running down their body…yeah, he’s done for.

✞ Temperature Watching his partner shiver in anticipation and then pleasure.

✞ B O D Y W O R S H I P

✞ Cock warming Look, he knows it’s supposed to be a sexual act, but he finds it… almost comforting. His partner is just so warm around him and it feels so nice, it confuses the fallen angel so incredibly much.

✞ Doggystyle and missionary.

✞ Hand holding. It’s a much more intimate act to him than sex itself. It’s a way for him to show you that he’s there for you and to receive confirmation that you're there for him as well. A way to make sure you're alright.

✞ Aftercare Kinda awkward. He’ll clean you up, give you something to drink and either lay and cuddle with you or leave—depends on what kind of relationship you have with him.

[moonmaiden1996]

Claiming his Queen- Part 8 Full

So I just realised I only posted half my chapter- Which was super intentional- *facepalms* So last chapter was just to tease you for this

How it happened I have no idea! I’m gonna blame it on Desire they messed  with it somehow- think they are jealous they don’t get a mate ....yet

So please enjoy and like and comment 

DARK THEMES/SEXUAL ASSULT/ MORPHEUS BEING MESSED UP.

You had begun to hate waking up like this, in another strange bed in another bizarre surrounding. It had become such a regular occurrence that it seized to phase you. Your body was swaddled in the softest blanket, a gentle sea breeze caressing your face as it rolled off the lulling ocean. Brow crinkled as you blinked away the thick crust that coated your eyes as pristine crystal waves crashed against the shoreline, the gentle patter of rain in the distance sending ripples across the water. On the horizon, a billowing storm swirled, sending shocks of light across the sky.

Pulling yourself up, the cool air nipped at bare skin, blanket pooling around your waist as you sat up, leaving your naked torso exposed to the elements.

‘You’re awake.’ the deep voice filtered over the soft sounds of the weather.

A terrified shriek vibrated across the little oasis as the physical form of Morpheus manifested himself in a cloud of black sand, his silver eyes trained darkly on you as you scrabbled to cover your bare chest. You didn’t fail to notice the hungry look that sank deeply onto every edge of his face.

‘Where am I?” You snapped, huddling under the pile of blankets.

‘You are in the inner sanctum of the Dreaming, my heart.” The deep voice whispered as he inched closer, his eyes never wavering from you.

Anger prickled underneath your skin as you forced your eyes away from him. ‘Why am I here?’

‘I overwhelmed you. I blame myself for this, this can….’ His eyes lingered on the mark that mocked you from your arm. ‘be…. intense for baser creatures. I see that now. Here we are away from everything, where we can be alone to become one.’ Morpheus cooed.

Scoffing up at him, you felt a growl, only rival to his, fill your chest. ‘Baser creatures… you are deluded.”

The god stood tall, smouldering eyes burning down at you. “Deluded? Is it deluded to dress you in finery, give you every comfort and luxury? Love you, unlike anyone can be loved.”

“Love me? You insulted and kidnapped me,” You scoffed.

Silver eyes invaded your vision as his face hunched over you. “Kidnap? Is that what you think? I liberated you from that sallow pit of emptiness. You were alone. Suffering in silence just like me.’’

“Was Calliope the same’’? You gritted out, forcing yourself to stay still. You saw the fire erupt in his eyes and knew you had gone too far, but you couldn’t help; you needed to hurt him just like he hurt you. ‘I am sure she was lonely just like me; that’s why you married her, and then when she hurt you, you destroyed her.’

“Listen, my love, and listen well. Those dalliances were mere bleeps, cries for affection in my dark eternity, and nothing I felt for her or any of them comes near to what I feel for you. None of them wore my mark; none of them made my heart beat fast. You are mine. As I am yours.’’ Morpheus steely spoke as he stood straight, flicking his fingers and sending a command into the air.‘’Now we are together, that emptiness is gone, and I refuse to return to it. I will make you see that. Make you see that we belong together.’’

Wide eyes took in the god as he glowered down. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as the sheets disintegrated into nothingness, leaving you bare under his gaze.

You squeaked as you attempted to cover yourself, your eyes glaring up at the untamed god; his hair was wild, features feral as they devoured your form. ‘You truly are my goddess.’ He hummed as his clothes disappeared, leaving his taunt, wiry nakedness exposed in the light of the moon, his thickness firmly pressed against his stomach, taunting you.

Screwing your eyes shut, you turned your head.‘‘Morpheus!’

‘It is okay to look, my love; I am yours’’ His voice sounded closer now, warm breath hitting your face.

‘Morpheus, please no….’ you screwed your eyes tighter shut, his cock pressed warmly against the side of your hip.

‘Shhhhhhh’, he cooed. Lips ghosted over your neck. ‘Shhhhhhh, my dream, I won’t do anything you don’t want to do.’ His lips dipped down and suckled across the base of your neck and throat.

‘I am sorry, my dream. For it all, but I will take care of you.’ He mumbled into your skin, pulling a soft whimper from you.’

‘Please, we can’t, you…we….’

‘I know you’re confused and scared, but this mark means you are mine and belong here with me in our marriage bed.’ He spoke with utter certainty, his hand beginning to trail down your arm.

Feebly you tried to wiggle from his grip, but his grip remained firm. ‘Don’t worry, my dream that is to come; now I will just show you how good I can be to you.’ His lips latched onto your shoulder as his slender digits trailed down your arm, getting closer and closer to that tender mark.

‘‘Please don’t,’’ you whimpered as his fingers found the raised skin of the brand.

Fire coursed through your veins as the soft fingers prodded down the mark. A burn bubbled beneath your skin, setting your whole body on fire.

‘You feel that, that inferno that brewed within you. That is your soul yearning for our bond, for the ritual that will connect us.’ Morpheus rumbled, a deep growl vibrating against your skin. You stared into his silver eyes and shook your head violently.

A frown tore at the corners of his face as he stared down at you. For the briefest moment, there was a small reprieve. His touch disappeared from your mark, and the ferocious want inside you disappeared, but only slightly. There was still that shameful eagerness that strummed at your core. A sigh of relief escaped your mouth and turned into a wanton wail as two fingers plunged into your pussy, curling up to hit that spot.

‘Don’t deny it; you are so desperate for me. Your soul and body are begging for me, and I won’t refuse its cries.’ Morpheus hissed as he pressed his body against you fully. A smirk stretched out across his lips as you gasped loudly as his cock skimmed across the side of your hip, nestled against your sensitive skin.

His fingers remained still in your core as shark-like eyes gazed into yours as his fingers rolled over that spot repeatedly. A string of lazy moans fell from your lips, and he pushed you closer to the edge with every massage of his fingertip, sinful lips working at your neck.

‘Morpheus!’ you wailed as your legs shook.

You hated to feel this vulnerable, but the pleasure was so much, more than you had ever managed to gain with your fingers or toys; you wanted to bath in the release of this warmth, but every time, you seemed ready to surrender to it he pulled it from your grasp.

‘Not yet, my mate.’ He rumbled into your ear, ‘you need to beg for me to take you as mine; I want to hear your plea for my cock to start our soul bond. We aren’t leaving here till I have you.’’

The last bit of your sanity kept you grounded as your whimpered no. You could refuse this; you had strength; he would soon grow bored with this game and retreat; if he didn’t, his ministration would numb you and seize to give you pleasure. No human could keep up this feeling of bliss for that long. Either way, you would not submit.

Xxxxxxxxxx

You were wrong; he neither grew bored nor complacent with his movements. Even adding a  languidly rolling thumb over your clit as he plucked your sweet spot. The pleasure you felt only gained momentum, never wavering, just building an insane intensity. You had lost count of how often he brought you close to the edge and ripped you away again.

‘Morpheus, please, I can’t.’’ You jerked against his hold, but it was unrelenting.

‘Not until you give me that plea, my mate.’

Tears of need rose in your eyes as the climax was snatched away from you. His face was deep in concentration as his fingers now pistoned in and out of you. He could sense your resolve breaking, and like a floodgate, you burst.

‘Please, Morpheus!’ you pleaded to the god above you.

A feral cry of victory drifted across the heart of the dreaming as Morpheus pulled your thighs apart and nestled himself against your core, coating himself with the mess you created.

His mouth was on yours instantly, slow and needy; the love and tenderness expressed almost made you sob. A shudder ran through your body as he nipped at your lips. Soft fingers tangled in your hair, giving him more access to your mouth. His other hand trailed down the side of your body, settling possessively on your mark, and he shifted his hips, his thick cock against your burning core with a hiss.

‘I am going to claim you.’ Morpheus purred before returning to suckle at your neck, pulling another mew from you. ‘Come so deep it you that everyone will know you are mine.’ Nip. ‘I’m not going to stop till you full of my cum….’’His voice had a low rasp as he rocked his hips against you, his cock nudging clumsily at your opening, making you jolt against him.

‘Morpheus…’ you whimpered against him, pushing against his chest.

"Shhhh, my mate’’ Morpheus pulled back to look at her. His eyes were pure windows of swirling silver. ‘’Relax as much as you can for me.’’ The head of his cock dragged sinfully down your core before lining up against your opening.

Swiftly his hips slammed into you, sending white-hot fire through your body. The feeling was too much; it overwhelmed every one of his senses as he stared down at you as he sank fully into you. The tightness of your walls fluttered around him as they struggled to adjust to his thickness.

An electric jolt travelled through you as you struggled to accommodate his hardness stretching you. The pain was searing, but there was something else, something tightening within you, branding you. Your eyes slammed shut; as he settled between your legs, body fully covering yours. Every nerve ending was alive, sending your body jolts of pleasure and pain.

"...fuck." he hissed as you ground your hips against his. The friction against your swollen clit pulled a small pleasured squeak through the pain, relishing the feel of his hot cock against your walls.

It was too much. He was too much. You wanted to run away but pull him closer at the same time. The stretch hurt almost as much as the pain vibrating through your arm to your heart.

‘Morpheus, it hurts’, you whimpered as he shifted to look at you with his mercury eyes.

‘It’s okay, let me take care of you.’’ He gritted out through clenched teeth as he pulled back an inch before pushing back into you, the god grunting as your tight pussy clenched around him.

The feeling was nothing like you had ever encountered; it was slow and steady, dragging you to the most peculiar feelings of pleasure you had ever experienced. You felt a coil tightening in the pit of your stomach as Morpheus slowly moved in and out of your core.

Morpheus bit a moan as your tight walls pulled him back in at every movement. The feeling was intense—more than he had ever felt before. Your walls quivered and shuddered beneath him as he set a slow, unforgiving pace. With each thrust, his balls trembled at the feeling and spurred him on toward his orgasm, but despite the need for release, the urge to care for you was too much. He pushed forward, ignoring his base instinct to start the claiming ceremony now. But he clenched his teeth, sliding in and out of your tightness with a renewed vow.

‘Look at us’’,, he gritted out, forcing you to follow his eyes that fell on his cock plunging in and out of you, streaked with your wetness ‘’you're going to make the perfect queen and mother; I cannot wait till your round with my children. You are going to let me, aren’t you? Be my good little queen.’’ He roared as his hips snapped harder against you, knocking your response out of your throat.

You couldn’t do anything. The feelings that swirled within you were too much. You felt it building; it was slow, too slow; but was coming; you could feel it as he piston his hips against you, his thin body grinding against the most delicate spots. You knew what would happen, yet you couldn’t prepare yourself for how violently it took hold.

The orgasm slammed into you as your screams filtered through the heart of the dreaming. Morpheus grunted as you clamped tightly around him, holding him firmly. A primitive roar pulled itself from his lips as his balls tightened and flooded your pulsing pussy, making your neediness wantonly milk him for every drop.

You were helpless against him; he was everywhere—the hand holding your mark possessively as the energy pulsed through you as he gazed down at you.

A scream ripped through your throat as your walls spasmed against Morpheus’s cock. As the connection tightened around them. His cock swelled inside you, spurt after spurt, coating your pussy as your mark sizzled against you.

A weak cry crawled up your throat and pushed past your lips as another wave rolled through you. Aftershocks rolled through your body, each one more intense than the last. Your whole body was utterly boneless, unwilling to move as Morpheus rolled you to your side, cock buried deep within you. His fingers ghosted over the mess of your joining. A deep purr of contentment rumbled from him as he pulled you to him.

So *hides behind hands* what you think?

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Question of the chapter- How do you think the claiming ceremony is going to go?

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[theyanderespecialist]

Unwilling Darling (Creepypasta) Yandere Slenderman X Listener (+Bonus Un...

#Slenderman #YandereSlenderman #SlendermanXListener #SlendermanXReader #Yandere #YandereCreepypastas #Creepypastas #Reader #Listener 

Base Yandere Slenderman Headcanons (Remake) +Bonus Slenderman X Unwilling Reader

[Hello My Sexy Muffins, I am here with a new chapter, this chapter being Slenderman traits as a yandere remake and Bonus Slenderman with an unwilling listener. Anyways please enjoy this chapter here, muffins!] 

(Disclaimer: Slenderman is not a yandere in canon, simping for fictional characters and fictional yanderes, and creepypasta. It is fine as long as you are not gross or illegal about it and please remember to separate fiction from reality! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real and neither are creepypastas.) 

-Base Yandere Slenderman Headcanons- 

.Slenderman is a fae of sorts, having been in the German area long ago. 

.He would lure children from their parents and eat them. 

.He gains power over you the more he knows about you. 

.The more he knows the more power and control he has of you. 

.He met you by chance in the woods. 

.You were terrified of him, shaking in your boots. 

.He is at least 7 feet or even 9 feet tall it was hard for you to tell. 

.He fell for you right away. 

.He would offer his hand to take you away from your life and be with him. 

.If you take his hand, you will be with him forever and never seen again. 

.If you run from him or turn him down. 

.He is not going to give you up. 

.He would have followed you and learned where you live. 

.He is going to torment you. Always near you and making you feel like you are going crazy. 

.He adores you and is waiting for you to give in to him, then he will have you and no one will be able to take you from him. 

.So he messes with your head, even in a mental hospital you cannot escape him. 

.It does not matter where you go, he will find you and he will have you. 

.He would deal with rivals by killing them, after torturing them of course. 

.He would be the type to isolate you and keep you by his side no matter what. 

.He is going to be stalking the shit out of you. 

.All he wants you and he is relentless, he will not stop or tire. 

.He would also court you in his own way of course. 

.Leaving little trinkets and charms for you. 

.Killing anyone who would dare harm you. 

.Making you feel like he is the only one who cares and loves you.  

.Isolating you from everything and everyone else (all the good stuff) 

.Finally, he will lure you out to his woods where he would confess. 

.Offering his hand once more. 

.If you accept his love he will take you and give you the life of your dreams and love. 

.If you turn him down? He is going to just take you, he has enough of waiting and he WILL Take you with him by force. 

.Then after you will be forced to love him and stay by his side forever. 

.One day you will love him, you are now with him forever, so it is only a matter of time. 

-Now Time For The Scenario- 

(Slenderman) (You get no choice) 

(Slenderman's POV) 

I watched them as they stand there staring up at me in horror. I had confessed my love to them and they did not know what to say. I take a step closer to them and they took a step back. They are going to run, I know they are, but I cannot let them. I lunge for them and grab them. They scream and thrash in my arms. I know they will put up a fight but they will be mine. 

I bring them deeper into the window, passing into my realm. They screamed and fought the whole way there, I did not care. I continue to carry them to my, no our home. Finally getting them into my home, it was easy enough. Now I tie them to the bed. They stare up at me and when I reach for them they flinch. 

I am not going to force myself on them. I am not my brother, Offenderman. I stroker their hair and make sure they did not harm themselves. 

I send my thoughts into their mind. "Do not worry my sweet, I am not going to hurt you, I swear this to you." I promise to them. "You are mine though and I must mark you, so then you will never be able to leave." 

(No One's POV) 

Slenderman stared down at you and began to remove your top. Once that was gone he pressed his palm above your heart. Marking you, the cuts and burning of the flesh. You screamed and begged him to stop but he did not stop. He was going to have you marked. Once that was done he pulled his hand away and the mark was made. Between the mix of a brand, cut, and tattoo was his mark. 

"You are mine now." He says in your head. "I am never letting you go ever again." 

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter done, I hope you all enjoyed it and stay sexy, muffins!!] 

[kachikirby]

GranEssex Chronicles: Chapter 4 - Visitation

A few months have passed since Meta officially joined the crew as Kurabe's apprentice. His training, both physically and mentally, has been going perfectly. In the warrior's mind, the child was an excellent student. Though today's training was cut short as she received a call from her boss.

"You want to visit Meta tomorrow?"

The general nodded. "Yes, I'm interested in seeing how much your training with him has paid off."

"I don't have an issue with you coming over, sensei, but..." She looked at the second person in the call. "Why are you bringing him with you?"

The "him" in question was Reedy, Kurabe's co-worker and so-called rival.

"The feeling is mutual, trust me. I rather you not be here, either." He uttered while adjusting his glasses.

"Then why do you want to come to my ship?"

"I'd like to see how Meta is doing. And to make sure a certain cursed blob of grape jelly is not abusing him." He seemed to glare at her, which was returned in favor.

"Reedy, that's enough. Any more unnecessary antagonism and you'll have to remain at headquarters. Understood?" Z said as his eyes sent chills throughout the Limet's entire body.

"Same goes for you, Kurabe. I don't need any infighting at the moment."

The glare he gave also sent chills down the warrior's own spine.

"Y-yes, sir." Both people immediately replied.

"Excellent. So Kurabe, what time works for you tomorrow?"

"Well, I believe any time works."

"Wonderful, we'll be there at 1 AM."

She replied with a slight chuckle. "Very well."

"Kurabe, that was a joke. 1 AM is too early even for me." Z said while laughing. "We'll be there by noon."

"Understood. We'll be expecting you then."

"Excellent. Until then."

With that, the call ended.

The warrior then gave a slight sigh. "Well, I should probably inform the crew about this. Especially Meta..."

She pressed a button that connected her voice to the intercoms.

"Attention all crew members, meet me in the meeting room, now. That is all."

She wasn't exactly thrilled about this whole mess of a situation. She had no problems with her mentor coming over. She looked up to him like a father and was honestly hoping that her student would get along with him. No, her issue was with that stuck up know-it-all Reedy. There was no doubt if he even disapproved the slightest with how Kurabe was raising Meta, he would put him in a foster home. The thought of that it... it put a pit in her stomach. She knew why Reedy disliked her. He didn't really keep it a secret. He considered her a spoiled brat who only gained her position because she was General Z's student. Which in Kurabe's mind, made him sound like the spoiled one by acting as if he was the ultimate authority just because of his position. Of course, she couldn't directly say that, or he would rant about how difficult his life was as a Limet. She took a moment to try and calm herself, but it didn't work. Her mind simply kept going back to that single thought. The thought of losing Meta.

Before her thoughts could drive her crazy, she heard a loud knock on her door.

"Who could that be? I told everyone to head to the meeting room." She thought aloud as she headed towards it.

Kurabe opened the door to reveal Meta, who had a concerned look on his face as he looked up at her. She was slightly surprised by this, but decided to question him about it.

"Is something wrong, Meta?"

"That's what I want to ask you sensei. Your voice on the intercom, it sounded like you were in pain."

"Oh, I just had a paper cut that was acting up. It's nothing." She responded quickly, glad that she somehow thought up an excuse on the spot. There was no way she could tell him about those thoughts she was having.

"Sensei, you've told me to never lie. Please don't lie to my face." Now Meta sounded hurt. This, of course, broke Kurabe's heart enough so that she couldn't stay silent.

"Tomorrow my mentor and an associate of mine will be visiting. This associate is named Reedy, and he doesn't think I'm fit to take care of you. There's a chance he'll try to take you away from me and I..." Her voice became more choked up as she continued to speak and placed her hands on his shoulders. "...I don't want that to happen. I can't imagine losing you, Meta."

Seeing and hearing this made the child pout a bit. "...do you want me to beat him up for you?"

Hearing this sudden shift in tone, Kurabe laughed. "As much as I would like that, it wouldn't be a good idea. He'll probably try to ask you a few questions about living here. All I ask is that you be honest with him."

There was a moment of silence before the child gave an understanding nod in response.

"Also, he's a Limet like Mercury, but a lot less likeable."

He tilted his head upon hearing that before asking yet another question. "What about sensei's sensei?"

"As I mentioned, he's our boss as the leader of The Organization. He's a bit of a stubborn old fool..."

"So, do you not like him?"

"Quite the opposite."

Meta looked confused.

Kurabe chuckled. "Despite his stubbornness, he's a kind man. The type of person that makes you feel safe. Except for if you get on his bad side. I might be stronger than him, but even I wouldn't dare cross him unless I really had to."

"Oh..." The child uttered in understanding.

"Well, let's go to the meeting now. Everyone is waiting for us." She said while taking his hand.

He nodded and followed her to the room.

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By the time they got to the meeting room, it seemed like the rest of the crew was already there. Kurabe herself stood at the head of the table and Meta sat across from Mercury next to his mentor.

The warrior then cleared her throat, ceasing all conversations from the Bukisets and other crew members in the room. "Sorry to call you all here on such short notice. To put things briefly, General Z is coming here tomorrow, primarily to meet Meta and to see how his training has been going. Oh, also, Reedy is coming. I expect everyone to be on their best behavior. Any questions?"

"Yeah. You need me to distract Reedy for you, Captain?" Mercury was the one who spoke up this time.

The warrior only shook her head. "While I appreciate the offer Mercury, we both know that would only be delaying the inevitable. If Reedy is anything, it's persistent."

"Ah...good point. Well, it was worth a try. But wait, why's he coming here anyway?"

"He thinks he's the ultimate authority of all children."

Kurabe's response was bitter enough to let Mercury understand exactly what she meant by that.

"...Is he coming on his own ship? Because if he is, I could-"

"No, I believe he'll be coming with my mentor."

"Well, there goes that idea." She gave a sigh as she sat back in her chair.

"I have a question, captain." Next to speak was one of the Bukisets. "Tomorrow I'm on kitchen duty, how much food should I prepare?"

"More than usual, since I think they will stay for lunch."

"Understood. Are they allergic to anything?"

"No allergies."

The Bukiset nodded.

"Any more questions?"

There was a moment of silence.

Kurabe nodded. "Then this meeting is adjourned, please return to what you were doing prior. "

After everyone left, Kurabe, Mercury, and Meta were the only ones that remained.

The woman turned to her superior. "Are you worried?"

"Only about Reedy. But a talk I had with a certain knight helped me calm down." She said, smiling at Meta.

The woman then gave a smile as she adjusted her hat. "I'm sure everything will be fine."

"I still think you should let me beat him up."

Kurabe giggled upon hearing the child say that. "You can when you're older."

She patted his head affectionately.

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The next day, Kurabe seemed to be even more anxious as she waited for the arrival of her mentor's ship.

"Calm down and have faith in Meta."

These were the words she had been repeating to herself since she woke up. However, her worries were still not eased. This was especially true when she jumped upon hearing Mercury call for her.

"Captain, the ship's here." She said while entering her room.

After taking a moment to calm herself down, Kurabe turned back to give a response. "Well, let's just get this over with..."

"Are you going to greet them?"

"At least the general."

"And the other?"

"Nope, unless he greets me first."

The woman gave a slight chuckle as they entered the hanger and saw two people stepping off the ship.

"Welcome aboard, General. I trust that you had a safe trip?" Kurabe said with a salute.

"At ease."

She stopped saluting.

"Yes, I did, thank you."

General Z was a Star Warrior just like Kurabe and Meta. He was gray and his eyes mostly closed most of the time, making people wonder how he sees. He also carried a walking staff with him, but those who knew him knew that it was just for appearances. He didn't actually need it at all. Behind him stood a well-dressed humanoid man, colored mostly in shades of gray with short hair and glasses. This was, of course, Reedy. He seemed to be looking down on Kurabe, both figuratively and quite literally. He adjusted his glasses before speaking.

"Kurabe."

"Reedy." She replied.

Z cleared his throat, gaining everyone's attention. "Enough of that. I understand you two have your differences, but we have more important matters to attend to. Where is young Meta at, Kurabe?"

She quickly straightened herself up.

"He is over there, sir."

She gestured towards the ship's crew, lined up at the ready.

"Come forward, young one. I'd like a good look at my successor's student."

The child tensed up as he approached the old man. Z looked over Meta as if analyzing him. Meta himself was doing the same and what he saw... or rather felt surprised him. He was radiating with power, a power that could dominate anything that got in its path. That wasn't exactly what surprised him, though. It was his emotions, or rather, the lack of them. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't read the old man.

Z suddenly smiled. "After living for so long you learn a few things, such as masking emotions. I can tell by your emotions you are quite impressed by my power, aren't you?"

The child stared in shock as he blinked.

"Y-yes..." He barely managed to utter.

Z laughed. "You have nothing to worry about, young Meta. I've sensed your strength as well. You have plenty potential. I'm sure Kurabe has said the same thing to you."

"Uh...uh-huh!" The child nodded enthusiastically upon hearing that.

"I have no doubt that with Kurabe's teachings, you'll be more than able to reach that potential, if not surpass it." Then an idea crossed his mind. "Kurabe, is the training room open?"

"Yes, it is." She immediately responded.

"Excellent. Young Meta, we're going to see how effective your training has been." Z said cryptically.

"Sir, are you sure that's a good idea?" Reedy quickly asked.

Z open his eyes, causing him to pause. "It will be a simple exercise, nothing more."

Something about the way that was said made Meta shudder. Frankly, Z's way of speaking reminded him a lot of Kurabe. Although there was something much more mysterious about Z. He couldn't quite explain what, but the feeling was there. Honestly, all just made him uneasy.

The general must have noticed this, as he opened his eyes towards Meta. Unlike the sharp eyes he gave Reedy, his were now soft.

"Trust me, Meta, it won't be anything too bad."

The child nodded in understanding. For some unknown reason, he felt he could believe his words.

"Kurabe, lead the way please." Z said looking at his student.

"As you wish, sir." The warrior replied as she began to guide them.

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As they walked to the training room, Reedy decided to converse with Mercury and slowed down to start walking beside her.

"How've you been, Mercury? It's been a while since we last talked."

The woman equally slowed down to match his pace. "Things are fine. A bit more hectic since the kid joined us, but it's also definitely gotten a lot more interesting around here."

Reedy pushed up his glasses in questioning. "Hectic how? If he's being a nuisance, I'd be happy to take him."

She shook her head. "Oh, he isn't a nuisance at all. "Hectic" probably isn't the best word. I think it's better to say that things have gotten a lot livelier since he arrived. Not only that, but the captain herself has also changed..."

Reedy scoffed.

"Changed? She's the same as ever as far as I'm concerned. She's nothing more than a spoiled brat." The man declared, to which Mercury transformed into a kettle in response.

"Hey, pot."

"Yes, yes, very cute. But you can't deny that I'm right, Mercury."

"Considering I've spent the past couple of decades with her, yeah, I'm pretty sure I can deny it."

He then picked up the kettle-Mercury and began to carry it.

"Well then, would you care to explain to me how she has..."changed"?"

He used a free hand to give air quotes over the last word.

"She's a lot happier now than she's ever been. She's far more open with herself now that she has a kid to look after. She used to spend hours locked in her room or in the training room. Now you'd be hard pressed to not see her with Meta."

"Hmph. If she was that desperate for a child, she could've put the work into finding a husband."

"Before you got married, did you ever think about having children?"

"No, but maybe there would actually be someone able to keep her in line then. Not saying that adoption is a bad thing, it's quite good, as all children deserve a loving home." He particularly emphasized the last two words as he tapped the sides of kettle-Mercury.

While he couldn't see her face, Reedy could tell that Mercury was frowning.

"One. She has someone to keep her line. You're holding her. Secondly, you act like she's a wild beast off the battlefield."

He seemed to give a smirk. He then gave a slight squish to her side, pulling it in an overtly dramatic fashion.

"If she really isn't, then why does no man show interest in her? Or woman? Since she's unfortunately going to become the leader of The Organization, who's going to be her successor?"

As he raised the kettle-Limet into the air, Mercury tried her hardest not to laugh at the pseudo-dramatic performance he gave as he uttered that.

"You act as if people haven't shown interest in her. You'd be surprised by the number of love confessions she deals with. It's Kurabe who hasn't shown an interest in romance, Reedy. If you actually took the time to talk with her instead of writing a false narrative, you would know that."

The man sighed as he lowered the kettle-Limet once more. "Believe me, I've tried. You'd have a better time getting oil and water to mix."

"Yet it's always you that instigates arguments between you two. Let me ask you a question, Reedy. How many students have you had?"

"In combat or tactics?"

"Combat."

"Ten, perhaps fifteen. I'm primarily relegated to teaching tactics, you know?"

"Yes. Now let me ask another question. How many those students kept in touch with you after they left?"

"Five, maybe. I'm a busy man. I don't have time to talk to every single one. Besides, I train them well enough so they don't need to contact me for help."

"There's you're issue, Reedy. To you, everything is business. Anything that isn't related to work is pointless... minus your family, of course. But I digress, that single aspect is part of why you despise Kurabe. She has the exact opposite mindset as you and as a result is a more successful teacher. You can't stand the thought that she's better than you. Am I wrong?"

Reedy took one of the sides of the kettle-Mercury and pulled it like it was putty with an annoyed, slightly angry look in his eyes.

"And how much of that is because she's a Star Warrior? Because she's the general's student? Have you forgotten everything both of us went through as the first Limets to join The Organization? How we had to fight tooth and nail to have someone even look at us as anything but monsters?"

He began to stretch the other half of her body.

Mercury stared at him in an equally angry way, yet the way she spoke sounded unusually calm.

"No, Reedy, I haven't forgotten. But your points against her make zero sense. Her being a Star Warrior means nothing. Her students didn't gravitate towards because of her species, it's because of who she is. Her being the General's student also means nothing. She started at the bottom just like the rest of us. She didn't receive special treatment despite what you may think. And in case you've forgotten, I would be dead if it wasn't for her. I may respect you, Reedy, but one more word against her and that will change."

For a moment, the man became silent in slight surprise.

"I see. I may have gone too far. How unbecoming of me."

Then he gave a slight chuckle as he patted the now-blobby mass of metal on the head.

"It seems you've changed much as well. I'm at least proud that you've become a lot more independent."

With a slight pout, Mercury transformed back into her humanoid form, comically crushing the hand she was being held in.

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Eventually, the group reached the training room. Z looked around the room nodding in approval.

"Yes, this will work perfectly."

Suddenly, Meta spoke up. "Excuse me, sir-"

"Old man. You can call me that if you wish."

The child tilted his head, confused why this man would want him to call him such a thing. "Ok. Mr. Old Man Sir, what are we doing here?"

"I'm glad you asked."

Z walked onto the middle of the room and looked directly at Meta.

"This exercise is very simple. Get me to move from this spot and you win."

"By get you to move, what do you mean exactly?" The child asked.

"Use whatever method you can to move me. Even if it's a miniscule distance, as long as I move, you win."

Suddenly Z's feet turned into stone.

"Though it will be easier said than done."

Admittedly, Meta had a feeling it would be something like this. However, he nodded in understanding.

"So, method doesn't matter. Sensei told me to analyze a situation before attacking but..." He thought as he observed the situation.

No matter how hard he tried, Meta couldn't see any kind of opening.

"That staff he has... he'll probably use it against me if I attack head-on. So instead of attacking, I'll use a different strategy..." Meta thought to himself.

Sending mana into his hands and feet, the child began to charge an attack. The past few months had been dedicated specifically to mana control as well as using Copy Abilities without copying. While he was nowhere near mastering anything, he at least learned a few helpful tricks. Electricity began to surge from his feet, and he dashed at Z. Meta swung his sword which was easily blocked by his opponent, but that didn't bother the child one bit as that's exactly what he wanted. He let go of his sword and got behind Z using his enhanced speed. Meta touched Z and used all of his mana to teleport both himself and Z. However, he was only able to move a single inch. The puff looked disappointed until Z started laughing as he reached out a hand to help steady him.

"Congratulations, Meta. You passed."

The child only blinked in surprise.

Kurabe then commented with a smile. "If you remember, he said all you had to do was move him from his spot."

Realization hit Meta as he looked up at the old puff.

"You never intended this to be a test of strength, did you?" Z smiled in response.

"Of course not. While you are indeed strong, I'm still leagues above you. This exercise was about testing tactics and thinking on the fly. Remember this lesson, young Meta, some fights are impossible to win with brute force alone. Some enemies you will face can become intangible. Some might not even be able to feel pain. Fights are like puzzles. You have to look for a solution or an opening, and exploit it."

The child looked at him, slightly puzzled, before nodding in understanding. "I get it."

"Excellent. Let's all eat lunch!"

"You all move on ahead. I wish to speak with Meta. Alone." Reedy suddenly spoke up as he adjusted his glasses.

The air suddenly became tense.

"Is he really doing the questioning right now?" Kurabe thought to herself. It seemed to get worse as she was reminded of how opposed he was to having Meta as her student.

"Reedy, can't it wait until after we eat? Meta used up most of his mana, he needs food in his system." Kurabe said, trying to hide her anxiousness.

"I believe it would be better for all of us it we get it done and over with." He replied simply.

While his words were understandable, the warrior had a feeling there was another message hidden within them. It was "I rather do it now before you have the chance to possible influence his answers.".

Mercury piped up with her own stance on the situation. "Reedy, look at the kid, he's barely able to stand without wobbling. Do really think he can answer any questions you have clearly?"

He gave a slight sigh as he looked at the struggling child. "Very well, but I will be monitoring your interactions with him."

"Reedy, that's enough."

Suddenly, the general spoke up, causing both Reedy and Kurabe to stand straight up. "The boy will be eating next to me. That way neither of you can influence him. Understood?"

"Y-yes, sir!" Both people immediately responded, as if on cue.

The general nodded before gazing slightly towards the child.

"Not that any amount of influence can change his heart..." He thought to himself.

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The cafeteria was filled with an awkward silence. Kurabe, Mercury, and Reedy were all sitting together while Meta was with General Z.

"You do realize that once he's done eating, I'll be in questioning him, right?" Reedy asked.

"I'm well aware of it and am trying to ignore that." Kurabe mumbled in irritation.

"Afraid you'll lose him?" The man asked.

"Reedy, enough." Mercury said in a harsh tone.

The man instantly became silent as he returned to his meal. As much as Kurabe hated to admit it, that aspect was absolutely true. She was absolutely terrified, especially considering how nitpicky Reedy particularly was to her. The more she thought about it, the more she became... lightheaded.

While this was going on, Meta had a question he wanted to ask.

"Mr. Old Man, why do you have someone like that work with you?"

The general looked in the direction he was pointing and saw it was towards Reedy.

"What do you mean?"

The child pouted in response. "He's rude to sensei for no reason. I don't understand. Why would you keep someone like that around?"

The general gave a slight sigh. "Reedy has his issues, that much is true, but he's still a reliable man. As you grow older you will inevitably have to work with people you don't like. That's an inescapable fact about life. Though I do wish he would stop being so hard on her."

Suddenly, Kurabe stood up, sweat noticeably dripping down her face.

"I-I need to go get something from my room..."

The general gave a silent nod in understanding.

"Are you sure you aren't just running away from what's about to happen?" Reedy calmly asked her as he pushed up his glasses.

Kurabe tried to ignore him and walked, but as soon as she reached the door she fell to the floor.

"CAPTAIN!"

"SENSEI!"

Mercury and Meta were the first people to jump to their feet and run to her side.

"S-she's at least breathing but-"

Before the subordinate could continue, the child glared at Reedy, lightning coming out of his hands.

"What did you do to her!?"

Reedy looked at the boy's angry, grief-stricken face.

"I didn't do anything physically but-"

He then looked at Mercury's concerned expression.

"It seems that I did go a bit too far in my teasing. I wasn't aware that she was taking it that seriously. But that's hardly an excuse."

He walked over to one of the phones and dialed a number.

"Please send a medical officer to the cafeteria immediately."

He then began to walk out of the room.

"I take full responsibility for this and..."

He took a moment to look back at them.

"I'm greatly sorry for my actions."

Those were the last things he said before the door shut. Mercury just stared at the door, wanting to go after him but also not wanting to leave Kurabe's side. Suddenly, she heard a voice from behind her.

"I'll stay here and watch over my daughter."

Z, who had been silent the whole time said as he walked over to them.

"Go talk to him, Mercury, you know him better than anyone."

She nodded and left after the man.

---------

After spending several minutes looking around the ship, she found him staring outside one of the ship's windows. She stood next to him but didn't know what to say.

"You probably hate me now, don't you?" Reedy asked with a regretful sigh.

"I'm mad at you, but I certainly don't hate you."

He looked back at Mercury for a moment, but then looked back out the window.

"The child probably hates me, though."

"I'm not going to sugarcoat it, he probably does. You made a terrible first impression."

"Can't say I blame him. I should have listened to you, Mer. If I just kept my mouth shut this wouldn't have happened. I should leave."

The woman frowned. "Reedy, you're just running away if you do that. Yes, most of the ship wants you dead, but what else is new?"

Reedy chuckled. "Your attempt at humor is appreciated. Mercury, may I ask you a question?"

She looked at him in concern. "What is it?"

"Meta loves Kurabe, doesn't he?"

Upon hearing that, Mercury gave a slight chuckle that soon erupted into a fit of laughter.

"I-I'm sorry, but... I think it's a bit obvious..." She uttered after taking a moment to calm herself down.

Reedy sighed at that reply. "I suppose you're right. Given what just happened, I don't think my interview will be necessary."

"You mean the one to see if she's properly raising her?"

"Correct. She fainted because she was afraid of losing her son. As a parent myself, I should have noticed it sooner. Unfortunately, I let my pride get the better of me. It's clear to me that they need each other, and I don't wish to cause any more damage than I already have."

Mercury gave an audible "Hmm..." as if she was thinking aloud. "If you don't want to cause any more problems, then you need to apologize. Not to me or to Meta, but to her. Unless you want to keep running."

He gave a slight sigh in response to that serious tone she spoke in. "You're right..."

"I'm always right." Mercury said with faux smugness.

"I wouldn't say always."

Turning around the two saw Kurabe, standing there with her cape wrapped around herself as usual.

"Captain, are you ok?" The woman asked.

"I'm fine, but thank you for your concern, Mercury. Now then..."

She looked at Reedy coldly, who just looked straight back at her in silence. The man gave a slight sigh in attempt to break the awkward silence that had developed.

"Look, I'm sorry for harassing you as much as I did today."

Kurabe just stared back until sighing herself. "I suppose that's the best I'm going to get out of you, Reedy. Apology accepted, but..."

"But...?"

"I want you to interview Meta. While I hate the thought of you taking him away, it's only fair that you get the chance to speak with him."

There was a moment of silence, as if the man was so surprised by this response that he had to take a moment to process that what he just heard was true.

"Are you really sure you want me to after that?" He then asked.

"No. But I'm honestly tired of the two of us constantly being at each other's throats."

Reedy crossed his arms and nodded in agreement. "Good point, I'm starting to find it very tiring, if I'm going to be honest. But what does he think?"

"I talked to him about it after I woke up. He still has his reservations about it, but he's agreed to go along with it."

"I see..."

There was a moment of awkward silence.

Then Reedy crouched down to her level and reached out his hand to Kurabe.

"...what is it?" She asked.

"Don't you know what it is?" The man grumbled, slightly looking away in embarrassment.

"Why do you want me to shake your hand?"

He then gave a sigh.

"Don't you want to... bury the hatchet...?" He mumbled it, but it was audible enough for her to hear it.

Kurabe gave a slight smirk. "Oh, I'm sorry, I can't really hear you if you mumble."

"I said I want to bury the hatchet!" He shouted before realizing the number this was doing on his pride.

Closing her eyes, Kurabe walked up to him and took his hand.

"Apology accepted, Reedy."

---------

After a short bit of discussion, the location of the interview was decided to be in Meta's room due to it being a more private and quiet area that he would be the most comfortable in. This was where Meta was waiting now as he squeezed the metal stress ball he received from Mercury. Admittedly, he was a slightly nervous about this interview, but there was something else that he was feeling. It was anger towards that man. Who did he think he was, hurting his mentor enough to make her faint?! He squeezed the ball even harder than normal as he laid back on his bed. However, he promised his mentor that he would go through with this interview and had to put up with it.

After a few minutes of waiting, he heard the door to his room open and looked up to Reedy enter. Immediately, the man could tell that Meta had his guard up, which was perfectly understandable given everything that transpired earlier. Reedy adjusted his glasses as he took the chair from the desk and sat in it.

"As you know, my name is Reedy and I'm here to ask you a few questions."

The child stared at him silently as he squished the ball harder. The gaze he gave him was cold. Reedy sighed in response to this. He wasn't going to make any progress like this. The man then noticed the ball he was squishing. Maybe some small talk would help.

"I assume Mercury made that for you? Only a creation from a Limet could survive that much pressure."

The child nodded silently without looking at him.

"I also take it that you like to squish things? In that case..."

Reedy took off his glasses and transformed into his original blob-like state.

"...you're also squishy?" The child uttered.

"All Limets are. Though some may be squishier than others."

As much as Meta still wanted to remain on guard, he was also curious. Was his squishiness different from Mercury? Or would they be the same?

Meta walked over and picked up the blob and pinched him, stretching him as far as he could.

"You're rougher than Mercury but somehow more stretchy." He concluded.

"Half of it is because I'm a stronger Limet than her. The other half is because I'm used to my children pulling on me like you are." He explained.

"I see."

Reedy finally caught his attention, just as he was hoping. However, being used to being squished as much as he was didn't mean that he still didn't like it.

"I'd rather talk to him in my normal form, but this will have to do." He thought before speaking up. "Are you ready to answer my questions?"

The child became silent again, but he looked at him in a way that knew he just wanted to get it over with. "Yeah..."

"Excellent. My first question, how do you feel about Kurabe?"

Meta sighed as he remembered what he was told.

"Just be honest." He thought.

Then he answered. "She's really strong but also really nice. I feel safe when I'm with her. She's a bit scary when she gets angry, but it's almost never with me. When she does get angry with me, it's always because I deserve it. Her training is harsh, but she always comforts me afterwards and makes me a lot of yummy food to help me feel better. I think you could say I like her a lot."

The child gave a slight squish to the blob.

"I see. Would you say that she does a good job of taking care of you?"

"Well... I feel safe here... and I don't go to sleep hungry like I sometimes did back on that horrible planet... and she really seems to care about me despite some bad things I did..."

"It appears that you are happy here then. How do you feel about the rest of the crew?"

"Um... I haven't spoken much with the Bukisets, but they seem to be really patient with me. I really like Ms. Mercury. She's really squishy and she's really nice even though I touched her heart thing by accident."

That didn't surprise Reedy all that much. Children tended to do that.

"Was that the only time you did that?"

"Yes. She seemed really uncomfortable, so I didn't want to do it again. Also, because she said not to because it's her heart."

"I see. I'm sure I don't need to tell you, but don't touch a Limet's core without permission."

The puff tilted his head in curiosity. "...is there some other reason?"

Reedy paused, quickly weighing his options. There was no easy way to explain it to a child.

"Mercury will explain it to you when you're older. I'm sorry but it's a delicate matter."

Meta nodded in understanding.

"Good, now then. Did Kurabe force you into being her student? Did you actively choose to learn how to fight or did Kurabe make that choice for you?"

"Well, when I first came here, she wanted me to call her "sensei", but then she said I could just live on the ship if I didn't want to train under her. I decided to learn how to fight because I wanted to become stronger."

"So, the final decision was yours? You didn't feel pressured into doing it?"

"No, not at all. If anything, she kept saying I could live on the ship without becoming her student and it'd be fine. I was the one who wanted to be trained by her."

"So, she would of been content with just raising you. I see. Last question, say you given the choice to live on a peaceful planet with a new family. Would you take that offer or stay here with Kurabe, despite knowing you could be put in danger at any moment?"

The child simply stared at him.

"Do you know where I grew up? I hated that place, but it made me used to being in danger every day. But I had to survive alone there. Here, I at least know I won't be dealing with it alone... I have sensei and everyone on the ship..."

"I see."

Reedy turned back into his humanoid form and put his glasses back on.

"Our interview is done. I hope you enjoy the rest of your time here. You'll be with Kurabe and Mercury for a long time."

The child gave a big smile in combined happiness and surprise. "R-really!?"

The man gave a nod as he adjusted his glasses once more.

"Yes. I see no reason to remove you from here. In fact, it seems taking you away from Kurabe would just cause more harm than good."

"You just realized that!?" He shouted with a pout.

"Shamefully, yes."

He only continued to pout.

"Thank you very much for your time, Meta." He uttered with a sigh before walking out of the room.

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Reedy walked down the hallway and saw that General Z was waiting for him.

"General, I would like to apologize for-"

"Save your breath, Reedy. You'll need it for our training session later." Z said, putting a lot of emphasis on training.

The man sighed. "Understood, General. Are we leaving now?"

"No, I'd like to speak with the boy before we do."

"Very well. I will wait for you at the ship." Z nodded and walked into Meta's room, where the child was once more playing with the stress ball.

"Come with me, Meta, I have something to discuss with both you and your mentor."

Curious to what this would be about, he decided to follow the old man. Upon reaching Kurabe's room, he quickly knocked on the door. Almost immediately, the woman in question opened the door. Upon seeing her student, she had one thought on her mind.

"Meta, how did the interview go?" She asked, hoping for the best.

"He said he saw no reason to remove me because doing so would be harmful."

Kurabe felt a large weight remove itself from her the moment she heard that. "That's wonderful! Now sensei-"

General Z opened one eye.

"Father, what is it that you want to talk about?"

The old man smiled. "Did you really think I would visit without bringing gifts?"

Admittedly, she was surprised by this.

"You should have told me ahead of time. I would have gotten you something you had I known." She replied, feeling slightly bad.

"Nonsense. Besides, now I have a grandson to spoil." Z said jovially.

The child tilted his head, as if confused as his mentor's cheek blushes became more pronounced.

"So, these gifts?" Kurabe said, trying to get back on topic.

He laughed heartily at this reaction. Z pulled out a book from seemingly nowhere and handed it to Kurabe.

"I know you like expanding your culinary skills, my dear. This is a book compiling the greatest recipes in the galaxy. Now for young Meta."

Z pulled out a replica of his staff, but much smaller.

"I know you've chosen the path of the sword, but just in case you become interested in the art of staff."

"Thank you very much, father!" Kurabe exclaimed happily before she looked at her student. "What do you say, Meta?"

"Thank you, Mr. Grandpa." Meta responded shyly.

Z gave a hearty laugh as he patted the child's head. "Well, I should be going, I can only stay away from my office for so long. Kurabe, keep up the excellent work and Meta, always remember this... a Star Warrior's heart is their strongest weapon. Stay strong no matter what adversity you may face."

"I will, father." The woman nodded.

Meta stayed silent for a moment before speaking up. "I understand. I'll try to remember."

"Good. I'll make sure to visit sometime in the future. No promises that it'll be anytime soon, you know how my schedule is."

With one final laugh, Z left to go meet up with Reedy. It was at this moment that the child thought of something.

"Sensei, where's Mercury?"

"She's probably talking to Reedy. While the two of us have our differences, those two are on much better terms. It's part of why I don't just ban him from visiting." She said half joking.

"...I still think I should beat him up." The child pouted.

"You can when you become stronger. He might seem like a push over, but his strength is the real deal. He's the third strongest of the Top Five for good reason."

"Are you the strongest then, sensei?"

The warrior gave a proud huff. "Indeed, I am, but just barely. Father is second, Reedy is third. As for the other two, the fourth is Bio Raiden, the strongest ninja in the galaxy, and fifth is Momo, a powerful mage who isn't a slouch in close combat either. You'll probably meet them at some point."

The child looked at her with determination. "Then if I get strong enough to beat you, I can beat him as well and make sure he doesn't bully you anymore!"

Kurabe chuckled and patted his head. "I'll look forward to that day."

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As Kurabe had said, Mercury had been conversing with Reedy for one last time before he and the General left.

"Do you believe I made the right decision, Mer? Of letting him stay here I mean."

"I think you already know my answer to that, Reed."

"I figured as much. You know, Mer, maybe you're right about me making false narratives. I mean, the way she desperately wanted to keep him here... and how the mere thought of him leaving destroyed her. No spoiled beast would act like that. She's still a thorn in my side though."

Mercury gave a chuckle. "Yeah, she can be like that for me at times, but it's worth it to me."

"I see. I was going to offer you a spot on my crew again, but it seems that won't be necessary. I still don't fully trust her, but I do trust you, Mer. Make sure Meta stays happy."

While the woman gave a bit of a sigh, she then replied with a slight smile. "I will, Reed."

"There you are, Reedy." Their conversation was cut off by General Z. "Come, let us leave."

"Understood, sir." The man nodded.

"And young Mercury, it was nice seeing you again."

"Likewise, sir."

Reedy then turned to the woman. "I have to go now. Let's talk again, ok?"

"Of course. Now come on, you're not welcome here anymore!" She said while laughing.

"Alright! Alright! I get it!" The man replied, laughing equally.

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As Z and Reedy got on their own ship, a thought crossed Reedy's mind.

"You know, General, I never asked what you think about Kurabe taking care of that child."

His superior gave a laugh. "I don't think you need me to answer that question."

"I'd like to hear your opinion anyway, sir."

The old puff gave a sigh. "They need each other. The way Kurabe looks at Meta is the same way I looked at her when I took her under my wing. The look of parental love. Meta will help her just as much as she'll help him."

He nodded quietly. "I see... I think I can see that..."

Reedy then narrowed his eyes, as if realizing something. "Sir, was this an attempt at teaching me a lesson?"

"Perhaps."

"That means yes." He sighed.

"So then, what lesson was I trying to teach you?"

"That I allowed my own biases to control how I view things. Specifically, how I view Kurabe."

"Exactly. and what will you do to change that?"

Reedy paused to think. "I don't know."

A simple statement but for someone like Reedy who prides himself on knowing everything, it was quite the pill to swallow.

"Then that is something you will have to learn."

Reedy just wordlessly nodded. The ship began to rumble and in a matter of minutes it was gone from sight.

[george228732]

Short fic incoming

Something in the fire

"...Should I even do this on my own...?" He said. "I feel like the world is weighing down on me - the air feels thick like the one of a burning house, the ground feels like it's trying to swallow me whole, and my own tears burn on my skin."

He pondered as he looked at the golden crown they were holding with their feathery hands.

"...Did I give up my humanity and life for a lie, then? That's what I have to get out of this? My suffering was meaningless back home then? It all feels so sudden. From their perspective, millennia have transcurred ever since their downfall at my hands, but for me, it only felt like at the very least a month... My life is only beginning, yet I feel it has already ended. Their suffering is mine too, and all of what I did seemingly didn't do anything to make them happy. I only made myself happy, and even then, it felt so ephemeral. This crown I have in my hands really helped me find that ecstasy from destroying the Ancients, so... I think it's only fair that I return the favor by using this power to make a world rivaling a Paradise..."

The Crown's odd power felt like it was calling out to him, to use it for not only their sake, but for everyone else's. The universe outside the world is a mess. Darkness consuming innocent people, hopelessness all around and safe spaces that can only last for so long.

"Mankind is deceitful, that's disgusting, yet I partake in the same. Maybe the act of receiving could be beneficial for everyone, the truth of the universe is hard to admit, so would it really hurt to live in a beautiful lie? Would they even care? Would it even be a lie if it's real in my eyes?" He thought to himself. "The Lord wouldn't forgive me for doing such things, but is it really that bad when I do it out of love? Love for my siblings, my heroes and the people I swore to protect with my life. We can all play dollhouse forever in a life that would hardly have any complications if the impurity of the universe just... Never gets here. Love makes us do things we wouldn't do in any other situation otherwise, so my act of love, burning with the desire of a happy ending will shape this world."

With that, Fylass placed the crown on his head, faintly hearing as if something was murmuring something to him, it felt so calm yet troublesome, and a prelude for things to come.

His eyes suddenly stopped projecting images, and his feet felt like they were walking through a layer of dark, murky water resembling tar - the place was so dark that the only lights that could be seen were from the eyes that looked at him with curiosity.

"..." Fylass felt as if he was slowly catching on fire, yet his expression was still... Motionless, nonchalant about the situation. He lived through this before, and he can't afford to be scared now, can he?

All of a sudden, he felt like he was tangled through poisonous vines, and sure enough, dark vines and thorns were surrounding his feet, trying to pull him under the water, something that he willingly let happen. His chest was now covered in dark waters and his head followed, leaving nothing behind past the eyes, which were still pointing towards the spot the basilisk once stood.

Afterwards, he opened his eyes. He looked... Different.

"...I rise from the fires of hell like a phoenix and the world that I love will turn into heaven."

[mrspasser]

I was listening to this song on my morning walk and it suddenly hit me that this is such a Steddie coded song!

So long, I've been looking too hard I've been waiting too long Sometimes I don't know what I will find I only know it's a matter of time When you love someone When you love someone It feels so right, so warm and true I need to know if you feel it too Maybe I'm wrong Won't you tell me if I'm coming on too strong? This heart of mine has been hurt before This time I want to be sure

Nancy hurt Steve and part of that was him coming on too strong. Him and his whole 'six kids and a Winnebago' dream. He gave her his heart and she turned her nose up for it. Not only that, she took it and stomped on it. Called it 'bullshit'.

I've been waiting for a girl like you To come into my life I've been waiting for a girl like you (waiting for a girl) A love that will survive I've been waiting for someone new (I've been waiting) To make me feel alive Yeah, waiting for a girl like you (waiting for a girl) To come into my life

The song came out in 1981 and was a big hit: I'm sure Steve has a tape of Foreigner's album 4 lying around, or he has the song on a mixtape.

I can imagine him listening to it on his walkman, just laying around doing nothing in Eddie's room in the new trailer. Steve is on the bed and Eddie is sitting in his desk chair, with his legs propped up on the bed. Sometimes Eddie's feet will knock into Steve's, but it's unintentional, it's just because he's all caught up in writing the next part of his DnD campaign that 'will be epic enough to rival Tolkien, just you wait, Stevie'.

You're so good When we make love, it's understood It's more than a touch or a word we say Only in dreams could it be this way When you love someone Yeah, really love someone Now, I know it's right From the moment I wake up 'til deep in the night There's nowhere on earth that I'd rather be Than holding you, tenderly

And they're not there, yet. Not by a long shot, Steve thinks. Though sometimes he feels like the scales can tip by just the tiniest event. Like how he can press hit feet up against Eddie's, without the other boy moving his away. How they can just co-exist in this tiny little room, without getting in each other's way.

I've been waiting for a girl like you To come into my life I've been waiting for a girl like you (waiting for a girl) A love that will survive I've been waiting for someone new (I've been waiting) To make me feel alive Yeah, waiting for a girl like you (waiting, waiting for a girl) To come into my life

Steve listens to the song and watches Eddie push his unruly curls back behind his ear again and again. There's a pencil in his mouth, the back end undoubtedly being chewed to bits and he's writing with a ballpoint that has lost its cap somewhere in the mess of clothes on Eddie's floor.

Steve watches Eddie.

I've been waiting, waiting for you I've been waiting, I've been waiting (waiting) (I've been waiting for a girl like you, I've been waiting) Won't you come into my life, life?

[2shayll]

As a fan of the original Karate Kid movies, I looked forward to the reboot of the Karate Kid franchise. I was hoping to see which new direction they would take this.

Of course, since the new series is called Cobra Kai and it was more focused on Johnny I was pretty skeptical about why they would try to elevate Daniel’s old rival.

I was somewhat right in my skepticism in seeing things through Johnny’s eyes, it showed that he hasn’t learned from old mistakes. As well, he hasn’t stepped up from the pettiness and abuse he received from those that he looked up to.

You might call Johnny ‘flawed’ or just a complicated human being; but to me, he exudes toxicity in his wake and even transfers it into his own son.

The toxicity is something that leads to a ton of hurt feelings and resentment in Robby something that I hated because I hated to see how Johnny treated him. Johnny’s own issues with his father have gotten to his head turning it into neglect and not enough caring. To be honest I had a whole barrage of things to say about Robby but I will keep it short; what he does is an example of Johnny not being there for him. Johnny essentially hurts him a lot and even in one of the worst ways: pretty much taking in Miguel and treating him like a son, something that Robby never truly got from Johnny. Which is a reason that Johnny is at the centre of that mess and leads to the animosity between Miguel and Robby leading to violence.

But the dynamic between Robby, Miguel and Johnny is only one example of the toxic violence. The overall violence also demonstrates the new atmosphere in the show, that Mr Miyagi’s teachings have fallen on deaf ears now.

Don’t get me wrong, I like Cobra Kai as a show, carrying on the legacy of Karate Kid, but it comes at a point that all the fights, the manipulations and resentful characters bent on revenge has gotten to be a lot. Not only does it show that the cycle of violence doesn’t stop but that it is also the preferred method to deal with things. I like fights in movies, of course, action without violence is not action at all. However, the quote from Gandhi has been a new favourite quote of mine “an eye for an eye makes the whole world go blind,” is a way to remind everyone that violence begets even more violence in a never ending cycle. It continues until no one is left and just ends. Which has come at the point of my criticism at all these resentful characters, sadistic characters, and toxic characters wanting to fight. One thing is for sure, even if they do end the fighting, what’s to say that it truly stops?

[nikbok78]

Marriage of Convenience

Plot: your rich parents from OC arranged your marriage with a complete stranger; the son of a big corporate. your families are the powerful ones in town. You hate the idea of marrying your family's rival to merge the corporates. But soon you find yourself trapped. It's only then that you realise what you're losing by not standing up to your parents.

Austin was his name.

Back then you had hated to admit your mouth curved in a perfect "o" and your lips almost hesitated, as if asking to be looked at when pronuncing it.

Unless you were mad at him, which happened more than often, then it would come out like a blast. The anger visible in your eyes.

Your older brothers liked him, your parents didn't have an opinion on him, they accepted his role in the family, as long as you two weren't trying to kill each other literally.

Your marriage had been arranged for one year until both your parents forced you two to spend time together, and look the part for when you'd have to make public appearances. You were the only daughter of the family, the biggest car industry corporate of the country, while he was the only son of the biggest pharmaceutical corporate of the country. Your families dominated upon OC, but your parents were tired of playing Capulets and Montagues so they decided to arrange a suitable marriage to merge the corporates. The situation messed up both you and Austin, who were basically strangers to each other. But your parents wanted their ruling over OC to be complete, and they had no other daughter to sell off.

Opposing was not in their vocabulary, when they wanted something, they simply got it.

With little to chance to a success for your dream of a happy life on your own in college, you obliged your parents' wish. Being with him wasn't just bad, it was terrible. Some days he would just straight ignore you and you knew it should've felt great but it didn't. Deep down you knew this would never work, that you had to make it work if it was to be lasting and in public. At least as long as your parents thought you could finally call it a day and stop pretending.

It was just another day in OC, when your relationship started to change...

"Y/n I don't want to see you today. Get out"

"You can't stand the idea of me sitting on your couch watching a movie?" you asked faking disappointment.

Your hand digging in the popcorn and eating voraciously to fight the rising feeling of irritation.Bursting out at him would be humiliating. "This is my house. What can't you understand of respecting my boundaries?"

"Look, I really don't want to be here. But here I am. So if you got any complaint, please send them my parents' way."

He scoffed. You could see he was fighting too to keep the cool. Austin seemed to always have the perfect words to ruin everything.

"You can always come over to mine" you offered, teeth clenching at the idea of your brothers monopolizing the living room. Very few things could be worse than you two having to share the space with them and the other option was bringing him to your bedroom. One worse than the other.

"My brothers literally adore you."

"They're not as dull as you"

"Well excuse me. Maybe you're still in time to ask their hand. Anyone will work. You can take them all for all I care."

To this Austin didn't reply.

Good I finally shut him up.

A feeling of satisfaction reached your lips, curving them. Soon a feeling of dread hang upon your heads as he asked the worst question one could ask to someone that was living in denial, forced into an arranged marriage.

"Did you just give up like that on college?"

Your breathing got worked up while you stare dumbfounded at him. How could have he known you dreamed of a normal life in college?

"College? Not for real, that could not be anyone's plan of making money nowadays. With rich parents who needs to study? Who needs a dream nowadays?" you forced out of yourself, hurting the palm of your hand with your nails. You felt like your voice could crack any time now.

Austin studied you, observing your eyes. It was as if he was staring past you and inside your soul with his deep blue eyes, and your skin crawled.

"So you're telling me you have a dream." you said suddenly, exchanging the glance back. It was a surreal moment for you both. You felt your breath stop as you looked in his sea-like eyes. You saw a glint in the depth of the water. It's easy to lose yourself in them. Instantly you knew he hadn't lost hope.

"Austin, are you crazy?"

His mouth curves in the hint of a smile.

"It's kind of funny that one would consider me crazy for following a dream just because my father is loaded."

"Are you sure about this?"

"What's there to be scared about y/n? In my opinion a dream gives you the perfect thrill to live your life in unexpected ways."

"It's only hurting and suffering. You know dreams never become true, you must know that."

"Listen, if we must get married because of our parents and not because we love each other, then I don't want to hear it that you sacrificed your dreams because of this."

You knew he was right, but admitting it stung your pride. Later in your unhappy marriage of convenience you’d end up blamiing each other for everything that you couldn’t possibly have because of your situation. You didn’t want to live a life of regret; sacrifice was something you had been too familiar with since birth because of your parents. You always put them and your brothers first instead of yourself, and you realised it must’ve been the same for Austin as well. And suddenly you didn’t want to argue anymore with him; he was the ally you didn’t know you had always had, if only you two had tried to understand each other before. You sigh and admit defeat, while his eyes finally soften.

“You’re right. I’ve always wanted to complete my education in college. To become independent and keep my family out of my business. But it isn’t always easy to choose your happiness over duty. I’m scared of failing even college and accomplish nothing on my own.”

Austin looks at you and he suddenly becomes very serious. His eyes seem to ask for permission to break the boundaries. You nod and he rubs your arm gently, comforting you.

“My mom supported me,” he says. The corner of his mouth twitching in a sad smile. “but my dad isn’t really the type to understand feelings over materialistic needs.”

You had heard from your parents that his mother died in a tragic accident years before.

“He cares for you, in his own way.”

“I know he’s just trying to secure financial stability, but that is not what I really need as his son. I want to be happy and I need him as a father, not my financial manager.”

You took his hand in yours, the sudden touch giving you both a deep connection you didn’t know you could have ever had. His hand was rough like a man’s hand but his palm and finger tips were soft.

“I think we are lucky to be able to have dreams exactly because of that financial stability. Sometimes I just think why do have I to pursue dreams when I can have everything I want with money? But that’s not right, I don’t want to settle for less only because of what people say.”

“Good girl”

Suddenly you’re aware of the intimacy you two have now, but you want to know more about him too.

“What is your risk-it-all dream then?”

“I want to make it big in Hollywood like James Dean and Marlon Brando. Quite frankly I’m a shy guy, but when I try to be someone else for fun, it brings out the best of me.”

“I’ve been knowing you for one year, and let me tell you, you’re no one but Austin right now and you’re the best you’ve ever been around me so I’m really curious.”

You really meant it, and being around him now made you the happiest you had been in the last year. It was a gentle feeling, like the pure fluttering of a heart. But also an overwhelming need to be close to him, to be allies in this madness. Austin said nothing, he simply caressed your hand holding his. “At least Hollywood is quite close to OC, so you can always crawl back to your dad” you add, smirking in a playful tone.

“Oh no, I will never fail.” he replied in a challenging tone, and you suddenly felt his accent and mannerism very close to the Old style Hollywood of James Dean and Elvis Presley.

“You will see y/n, we will both follow our dreams and live fulflling lives.”

“What about Stanford? It’s quite close as well”

“You’re aiming high Mrs. Butler”

“Just like you”

Not quite your Hollywood fairytale, but you could work on that. For now having Austin on your side would surely prove to be your happiness card.

I apologise for grammar mistakes, English is not my language

[alltoolewis]

Keeping him first- Lewis Hamilton (ft Max V)

A lot of people have asked so here it is!!! Part II to Putting him first! Thank you so much for all the love on it... It means so much to me!!! Was debating on calling this matilda by harry styles after someone commented it on my last one but I think for now I'll keep it like this. maybe I'll do a third part called Matilda... ✨ Yet again there is no hate for the Verstappen family... just for plot purposes!!

Part one

Months had passed since the last time you had spoken to your dad. Only really speaking to Max with a quick hello at race weekends before quickly going off to be by Lewis. Max knew he messed up, never wanting to make you feel guilty about your marriage with one of his biggest rivals... but every time he attempted to make mend, you would disappear, claiming you were busy or weren't ready for a chat just yet!

"Are you sure you're going to be okay here..." Lewis sighed, crouching down in front of you as he rubbed your 8-month-old belly "I don't want to leave you..."

"I don't think that car can drive itself love..." you giggled, leaning as best as you could with your bump to plant a gentle kiss on his lips "I promise handsome... we will be fine here! I have Angela's number on speed dial in case anything happens, which it won't..." You added, seeing the panic in his eyes "I promise darling... just go win for us..."

"You promise you'll contact me straight away if anything happens..." Lewis smiled, getting up but not before kissing you and the bump... "I promise..." you repeated the words he promised you all those months ago, which he swore by every day... never leaving your side through any of it, no matter how tough things got with your dad or Max, he remained by your side through it all!

After a couple more pleads, you finally got him out of the door, settling down more on the couch as you watched the pre-race show! Your heart broke as you saw your dad comfort Max before the race, his arm wrapped around his shoulder as he whispered words of encouragement to him... No matter how many times he hurt you with his venom towards Lewis, you couldn't help but love him... you just wished he treated you the same way he treated Max!

The lights finally went out, heart in your chest as normal as they all speeded from the starting line! Despite watching your husband and brother race for years now the starts never got easier to watch! Just as you were about to nod off, a knock stirred you awake... Assuming it was just Angela checking up on you, you waddled over to the door, hand caressing your bump as your little boy kicked away due to your sudden movements..

"One second..." You laughed, as 'Angela' continued to knock on the door impatiently "Why are you in such a hur-" Your body froze as the door revealed it not to be Angela... instead your pissed off dad..

"Dad... w-what a-are you doing here?" You stuttered, noticing the anger in his eyes as the rumours of you being here was true... "Just wanted to see the traitor who'd prefer to be locked up in her washed-up husband's room than out supporting her current world champion brother!"

"Please.. let this jealousy go!" You pleaded, walking back towards your sofa as you looked at your dad with begging eyes "I'm pregnant dad... I can't be stood out there in the crowds. It's safer to be in here, even if it means not being physically out there to support my husband!"

Scoffing, Jos rolled his eyes "There we go again, prioritising him once more... what about Max-"

"What about Max!?!" You yelled, blood boiling as nothing was sinking in for him "This isn't about Max anymore! I love Max so much but like I've repeated thousands of times dad, Lewis is my family now! It doesn't mean I love you or Max less... I don't put Lewis first! I keep him there... Not only because he's my soulmate but for our son... and if you don't get that then it's your problem... not mine!"

For a split second, you thought you saw understanding in your dad's face, but like always that was quickly washed away with his usual disappointed frown "That's not right (y/n) and you know it! We've always been here for you, longer than he has, and still, you put him first continuously. I understand that he's your husband and all that but we still count! We are the ones who built you (y/n) stop forgetting us! When Victoria got pregnant, she never forgot us! When Kelly and Penelope came into our lives Max didn't treat us any different, who do you think you are to do so! Your noth- "

"I'm nothing! I'm worthless to this family... I put my husband first... I don't give you guys all my attention... I'm a waste of the Verstappen name!" You interrupted, listing all the things he had said to you in the past "Go on take your pick dad, I've heard them plenty of times now for them not to hurt me anymore so take your shot!"

Your dad looked shocked at your sudden outburst, his mind ticking with things to say as he stood with his body tensed and shoulders forward. Rubbing your eyes with a mixture of frustration and tiredness you shook your head, not having any more energy to argue with someone for it to constantly go round in circles. "If you're not going to listen to me dad, respectfully go! You'll never understand, let's leave it like that!"

"No! You don't get to kick me out of here, I'm the adult I get to decide when I go & I ain't going anywhere without a clear explanation-"

"GET OUT!" You yelled, grabbing the first thing you could reach as you threw it against the door shattering it into pieces "GO! NOW BEFORE I RING SECURITY DAD I AIN'T KIDDING! LEAVE ME. MY HUSBAND & MY BABY ALONE! NOW GET OUT!" Without saying another word, he left slamming the door behind him as things around him fell to the ground. Tears streamed down your face as you tried to catch your breath, no matter how many times you argued with your dad, the aftermath never got easier. It's your dad at the end of the day, he raised you... giving you everything you ever need since you were a little girl. But his jealousy and control destroyed that the day he never accepted Lewis into his life... and that was something he had to deal with not you!

Just as you regained your breath and the race was well and truly on its way, a sharp pain caught your attention causing your whole body to jolt forward. Holding your bump, you let out a sigh as the pain quickly disappeared, letting you sink back on the couch. It wasn't abnormal for you recently to have some Hickson Bracks, so you didn't think it was anything to worry about... not until another shooting pain, this time more intense and accompanied by a run of water down your leg confirmed it was, in fact, something to worry.... you were going into labour!

"Shit... shit... shit...!" You mumbled, hands quickly scurrying across the chair and table to find your phone "Where the hell is it-" Stopping your eyes grew wide as you spotted your phone in the corner of the room, shattered into pieces! "No... no... no!" You cried, trying to get up off the couch before another pain made you let out a cry in agony. "Okay... okay... little one!" You hushed, tears running down your face as you felt your little boy kick along with the contraptions "We'll wait here until daddy comes back okay?" You knew you didn't have the energy to get up and look for help, especially with how intense they were growing. So the only thing you could do was wait and hope someone would come in and find you before the race finished...

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What felt like hours later your prayers were finally answered as the door sprung open, revealing a jolly Angela.

"Love, I tried to call you but there was no answer... you oka-" Angela stopped as she took in the scene in front of her... your phone shattered on the floor along with other belongings as you hutched over the couch in pain, tears rolling down your face as you tried to speak. "Omg (y/n)…! What happened!" Sprinting over to you she tucked your hair behind your ear as you continued to catch your breath, hand rubbing your back to try and get you to calm down, but it was useless.

"The b-baby... The b-baby is coming Ang..." You muttered out quietly, not even knowing if she could understand you properly "I need Lew... I can't do this without him!" Your biggest fear since you got pregnant was having to go through labor by yourself... with how busy his schedule is you always knew there would be a high possibility of him not being with you but with a lot of reassurance Lewis made a promise that it would never happen... and you believed him!

"Okay honey... okay!" Angela cooed, rubbing your back as she sat next to you pulling you into her side, before pulling out her phone to call Bono "You're not going to do this without him okay...? he'll be here, just like he promised okay?"

"Okay.." You whispered, taking her word for it as you calmed down a little bit. But you knew you wouldn't be a 100% calm until the love of your life came through that door!

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"Lewis we need you to not panic, but Angela just called & (y/n) has just gone into labor... we need you to stay calm, she's okay and the ambulance is on its way! You need to focus on what's in front of you right now..."

The minute Lewis got the message through his radio, he knew what he had to do. "Bono... I'm coming in!" He knew he was risking a lot for the team right now, but how could he possibly focus on what was in front of him when your going through the one thing he promised you wouldn't have to go through alone... he could never live with his self if he broke that promise!

"Lewis we strongly advise you to stay out... it's only 4 more laps" But ignoring Bono's words, Lewis drove into the pits regardless with the only thing on his mind... you! "Nah man, she needs me now... I'm retiring from the race"

Hopping out of the car, he ignores the rest of his team as he sprints toward his room not even caring that the press would be all over this in the morning. Panic filled him every step of the way in case it was too late. Of course, labour didn't always happen that fast but with you and his little one he didn't want to take any chances... he had to be with you every step of the way...

His eyes grew wide as he saw the medic equipment outside the room. His feet wanted to stop in a panic right there and then, but he knew he couldn't let his fear get the better of him, not when your in that room feeling 1000 times worst! Entering the room his heart broke as he saw you hunched over in your wheelchair, oxygen mask on your face as Angela continued to rub your back. Glancing up your eyes instantly lit up as you saw Lewis enter the room, immediately holding out a hand which he grabbed without hesitation.

"Y-your here..." You breathed out, a tired smile on your face as Lewis crouched down in front of you. "Of course I am darling..." He smiled, leaning over your bump "Just like I promised!" "But what about your race... y-you were getting a po-" Interrupting your panic, he places his lips on top of yours letting your entwined hands rest on your swollen belly. "Don't worry about that right now okay..? non of that matters..." Looking up to the medic, he nods his head letting him know that you were ready to go "Let's go have a baby yeah?.."

"Yeah... that sounds good!" You laughed in pain, clasping onto his hand as they pushed you out of the room. "I'm just going to thank Ang real quick baby... I'll be right back!"

"You promise...?" You smirked, letting go of his hand for him to go. "I promise!" Kissing your knuckle quickly, he told the ambulance to hang on a couple more minutes until he got back, making them promise him that he they wouldn't go without him!

"Thank you so much, Angela..." Lewis sighed, pulling his best friend into his arms "Don't know what I'd do without you!"

"Don't worry about it Lew, It's what I'm here for!" She smiled, giving him another tight squeeze. Just as he was about to go back to you, he stopped in his tracks as he remembered something that had been playing in his mind "Ang... she wasn't on the floor when you came, was she. It's just the room was a mess & it looked like her phone was messed up..." Giving him a worried look, Lewis panicked "Oh my god she was, wasn't she! I knew I shouldn't of left her... I knew she wasn't okay on her own! I should of took time off until the bab-"

"Lewis she wasn't on the floor..." Angela interrupted, putting her hand on his shoulder, making him look back at her "Her dad came..." Lewis could feel his blood boil as she explained the story briefly to him, half of him wanting nothing more than to have him punished for treating you like shit once again! "That son of a bitch!" He cursed, fists clenching as he looked behind Angela in anger "I'm going to fucking kill him!"

"Hey... hey, look at me!" Angela stopped him, grabbing onto his hand as his eyes wandered everywhere but her eyes "Lewis look at me!" Her stern voice instantly snapped him out of his trance as he looked towards her "He doesn't matter right now..." Pointing over to the ambulance, his eyes followed her direction to you sat in the ambulance patiently waiting for him to come back despite being in so much pain "She does!"

Not needing to hear anymore, he gives her one last hug before running back toward you. "You okay?" You breathed out as he sat next to you, instantly grabbing your hand "I should be the one asking you that right now...!" Lewis laughed, planting a kiss on your cheek as the familiar heat graced your face "How are my two favourite people doing?"

"Both inpatient..." You giggled, yelping as your little boy once again kicks away "I can't believe we're about to become a family Lew.." Placing his hand on your cheek, he looked deep into your eyes "hey... were already family... just extending it a little more" Leaving a quick peck on your lips he sighed "And I can't wait..."

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"I can't believe he's here..." Lewis sighed as he took in his new favourite sight an image that he will remember for the rest of his life. Your little boy cuddled into your chest as he clutches onto Lewis's ring finger, eyes barely open as you both stared down at him in awe "You did so well gorgeous... thank you for giving me everything I wanted and more. I love you both so much!"

"We love you more..." You smiled, lingering your lips to his before your attention went straight back towards your little new one "I couldn't have done this without you handsome... You are already the best daddy in the world. Isn't he bubs?" Lewis's heart melted as you already started speaking in your 'mummy' voice something that he imagined would sound so sweet but has turned out even better than he thought.

"You should get some rest darling, nothing's going to happen.." He laughed as another yawn escaped your mouth, confirming that you did indeed need some rest "But I don't want to leave him... look how perfect he is!"

"He's not going to go anywhere baby..." Lewis smiled, taking the baby out of your arms despite your refusal "Anyway I think it's time we have some daddy bonding time shouldn't we son? tell mummy we'll be fine without her for a couple of hours until she's fully rested!"

"Promise you'll wake me up if he needs me... or if you need me?"

"I'll promise you the world darling... just please have a nap for me?" It didn't take you long to listen to him, as your eyes instantly shut letting the exhaustion of the last 4 hours take over you!

"Look how beautiful your mummy is.." Lewis cooed, slowly pacing up and down the room as his little boy slept in his arms "She's so strong y'know... the bravest, kind-hearted, beautiful soul in the world who doesn't even know how amazing she is! But she's got the two of us now to remind her, doesn't she?... were her family..."

Just as he was about to say something else, a shadow in the blinds caught his attention "I'll be right back okay little one..." He cooed, placing the new-born back in his crib as he peeked outside the room revealing the one person he never wanted to see again!

"What the hell do you think your doing showing up here?" Lewis hissed quietly, closing the door behind him so he wouldn't risk waking you up.

"H-how is she... how's the baby?" Your dad stuttered, feeling a mixture of concern and intimidation as Lewis stood in front of him stronger than a brick wall, indicating there was no way he was going to let him inside.

"No... you do not get to do that!" Lewis laughed in pettiness "Your guilt-tripping may work on my wife but it's not going to work on me! How dare you! How dare you come all the way here too see her after you pretty much left her to give birth herself!"

"I didn't know she was going into labor" Your dad tried to justify but nothing was going to work on Lewis. "But you knew she was heavily pregnant and you still came to her screaming and shouting! Do you not realize how fucked up that is Jos..." Peaking through the small gap in the window, his heart warmed as you both remained fast asleep in the safety of the little room. It was that second he realised what was most important...

"Look, you can hate me... you can take any piece of anger you have at me! But bringing her into... bringing my wife into this is wrong and deep down you know that! For years now for whatever reason she has put up with your bullshit... putting me first despite the shit you throw at her because of our relationship. But from now on I'm not standing here letting you throw my family away because you're insecure about your own..!" Before he stepped back into the room, he shot your dad one last glare "Feel free to find me when you snap out of this jealously and hatred you have & maybe then I might think of having you near my family... but until then you aren't coming anywhere near us!" Calling security over, he shut the door in his face immediately going back to your bedside before another knock shook the door "What now?..." Lewis sighed, pulling the door back open to find his security guard.

"Sorry to interrupt you mate but there's another visitor here... do you want me to tell them to go?"

"Who is it..?"

Before the guard could speak up, Max appeared beside shooting Lewis a sorrowful look "I'm sorry for just showing up I just panicked... I heard about it after the race and I know I should of come here sooner, I just didn't know if she would want to see me..."

Seeing the guilt and worry on his face, Lewis pulled him in a hug "She loves you mate, of course, she'd want to see you! Look I'll be completely honest with you..." Lewis sighed pulling away "You hurt her... a lot" Lewis could see the flash of hurt and remorse in Max's face something that he has never once seen with your dad "But I know you care about her... a lot more than your shitty dad does anyway! You just need to show her you care... actually be a brother to her, before it's to late..."

Giving him a small smile Max nods "I will do! I promise I'll never hurt her again mate... it's killed me these last few months not being able to see her & check up on how's she's doing... she is okay tho?.. isn't she?"

"why don't you see for yourself.." Lewis smiled, opening the door wider for him to step inside. Walking over to the little crib next to your bed, tears grew in his eyes as he looked down at his little nephew "Omg mate, he is beautiful! congratulations..."

"Looks just like (y/n) right..?" Lewis whispered, putting his hand on his shoulder as Max nods his head in disbelief "Can't believe he is here already... can I hold him..." He asks shyly, causing Lewis to smirk "Of course, you can bro... be careful tho we all now how reckless you can get.." Tears grew in his eyes as he held his new nephew in his arms a perfect mixture of you and Lewis. "Can't believe I have another nephew.."

"I can't believe I'm a dad..." Lewis laughed "I guess I left free practice eh?.." Both of them couldn't help but laugh at the inside joke that felt like years ago now, but unintentionally woke you up...

"Lew.. Everything okay?" You mumbled, reaching out for him as your eyes adjusted to the light in the room. "Yeah baby, everything is good! But look someone's here to see you!" Your eyes grew wide as you took in Max stood next to Lewis holding you're new born in his arms...

"Max, you've come!" You gasp, breaking down in tears as Max passes the baby to Lewis, wrapping his arms around you "Of course I have I love you so much (y/n) & I am so happy for you" Looking over to Lewis he smiled "The both of you... your going to make the most incredible parents to... wait I forgot to ask does he have a name yet?"

Shooting Lewis a knowingly smirk, you nod your head "We do!" Walking over to you, Lewis wraps his arm around you, placing the little one in your arms "Max... meet your new nephew, Emilian Anthony Larbalestier-Hamilton..."

"You-you've n-named him after me.." Max stuttered in shock "W-why? After everything I-I did to y-you? after the way you I treated the two of you... I don't deserve it!"

"Because we love you.." You smiled, clutching Emilian closer to you as he stirred awake, his little brown eyes gazing towards you and Lewis "And your family..." Lewis added in, giving him a smile as he waved him over to join your embrace "A part of our family... now get over here and join us before we change our mind and call him carl instead!"

For the rest of the day, you and Lewis welcomed Emilian into the world alongside Max who was delighted to be apart of such a special day in both of your lives! You knew you still had to make a mend with your dad... but at this moment in time, as you held your little boy in your chest as Lewis and Max joked and laughed like old times... nothing else matters!

You have everything you need right in front of you!

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Tagged: @ivegotparticulartaste @lsspsunflower @flyingmushroomss @avngrsfangirl @mclar3nf1ns @thehottestbitch @vita-di-moda (There were also a lot of anom's asking for a part 2 as well so I will try to send the link to as many as I can!)

[random-fandoms-fanfics]

One Mamá, Two Papás

Can I request an Agustin x male reader x Julieta where they're making dinner and some of the kids ask how their relationship works, and while they're explaining it, out of nowhere Antonio asks where babies come from? 😅

@milomalaise1, hope you enjoy

It was Abuela’s birthday and you and your partners were busy making her a nice diner, you were at the middle table slicing some potatoes and cassavas until you felt hands snake around your waist and start swinging them side to side, “anadón I’m busy and so are you,”

“Come on Amor, a little break won’t hurt,” while humming some random song only he knew he nuzzled his nose into your neck and unbeknownst to you rubbed flour against your. Slowly but surely you found a smile growing on your face and your hips consciously moved with his hands, placing your knife down you turned in his arms, grabbing his shoulder and one of his hands the two of you began a gentle dance in the humid room, not noticing the woman starting a few feet away with a smile. “Papa (Y/N)!” you were brought out of your trance as you heard the voice of your youngest non biological daughter, Maribel, call out for you, “in the kitchen Querida!” Maribel walked in with Camilo and your second youngest, Ada, right behind her. Kissing your boyfriend’s cheek goodbye you turned back around to face the group, your hands immediately going back to work, “what’s up Mariboo?”

“Are you ever going to marry papá and mamá?”

“I can’t Querida, the priest won’t allow it,”

“Why?”

“Because some people don’t like men being with other men and they think women should only be with one man, don’t know why they think that but they just do,” pouring the now sliced potatoes and cassavas into the beef, pork and chicken filled stew you covered it for one last time, proud of your work you turned to your girlfriend who just placed the beef filled pastries into the oven, “You all done Judía?” she hummed positively before going over to help her husband with frying the small balls of dough, “how did you get with the two of them? Tai Julieta and Toi Agustin were already married when you came in,”

“Well you see we have been together since our late 20’s,” Julieta leaned up against you as she spoke to the children, “we just didn’t show it due to, as (Y/N) said, people not liking our relationship,”

“Ah those were the days, ducking around corners, sneaking behind barns and hiding in the cramped spaces of casita all to just steal a kiss, I miss those days,” Agustin came up behind the two of you, his hands holding both of yours waists, “I miss the days before we got together,”

“Julieta come on those days were a catastrophe,”

“Oh really, how did you get together,”

“Don’t,”

“Well you see (Y/N) and Agustin were courting me at the same time, fighting for my affection day in and out,”

“Stop,”

“Two rivals one upping each other every chance they got,” she moved away from Agustin’s grasp, her hands erratically moving with her words, leaving the two of you to stand in each other’s arms and begging her to stop, “Amor please,”

“Annoying the entire village with their trumpets and accordans, hurting themselves with stupids feats of bravery, trying to prove to Abuela they were better for me by doing chores,”

“Please stop this is embarrassing,”

“That was all until the accident at the river,”

“Julieta!”

“They were so desperate to get a kiss they didn’t watch were they were going, (Y/N) tripped and pulled Agustin with him, next thing they knew they were sharing a kiss, (Y/N) ran off leaving Agustin in the mud as a blushing mess, the two of them could barely look at each other without blushing,”

“So they started liking each other? I’m guessing at that time they were still in love with you,”

“Mhmm, a few days after the incident Agustin came to me a muttering and stuttering mess, talking about how the kiss felt, how it made him feel and changed the way he saw (Y/N) while he kept reassured me that he still wanted to be mine and how big his love for me was, (Y/N) came by the next day doing the same thing,” by now you and Agustin were on the other side of the kitchen with your hands in your faces as Julieta retold the story of your younger life to a new set of children, “they were so confused and so was I, I never thought that I could have two loves of my life and love them equally but I do and I would have never of come to that if we didn’t talk about it, after that night these two began courting each other, giving each other gifts, showing off their musical talent to the other and sitting on a bridge playing in harmony and through all that they never forget about me and reminded me everyday that they still loved me,”

“Aww papá, why haven’t you told me this before, it’s so cute,” Ada grabbed your hand away from your face and entwined your fingers with hers, waving your hands about, “because the first part is embarrassing, I always wanted my love story to start with me serenading my love, not me tripping and pulling them into mud and accidentally kissing,”

“Wait, if you’ve been together for that long how can you be sure who’s kid is who’s?”

“Well, seeing how Julieta and I weren’t even trying to make kids until after Luisa it’s pretty easy to tell, plus Mirabel looks more like Agustin” feeling your pant leg being tugged on by tiny hands, looking down you found a mass of dark haired curly there “tio how are children made?”

“ah well you see when a man and a woman lov-, when two people feel… when people want children they engage in…” staring down at him you struggled to talk, lumps blocking the air in your lungs, “You see men gives women a, special liquid, women take this and put it into a pot filled with, special, tiny eggs, woman drink this and the magical mixture gets into their bellies where they are, able to grow a baby inside them,”

“How does the baby get out?”

“... they um, you see they come out through- women will get them out by pu-Pepa get your child he snuck into the kitchen,”

[etherealyoonghwa]

They see their s/o kill for the first time.

Group: Ateez

Au: Mafia

Warnings: Mentions of weapons, blood, dead bodies.

Word count: 2515

Seonghwa

The first time Seonghwa saw you kill someone he was in shock. He didn’t know that his precious partner would ever hold a gun let alone kill somebody. Nothing in the world would have prepared him with the sight of you standing in front of him with the gun raised to the threat.

You know he can handle himself and has plenty of people looking out for him. But something in your mind told you to protect him. But quite frankly you had enough of what the guy in front of you was saying. Rolling your eyes, you took out the small gun you kept hidden in your blazer and aimed at the man who just laughed thinking you wouldn’t shoot him. Well, he was wrong. You lowed the gun once you saw his body hit the ground and placed it back in its place before turning around to see Seonghwa looking at you in awe.

“What was that for?” He asked as he reached out to you to pull you into a hug.

“I protected my man, now everyone knows not to mess with what’s mine.” You stated, Seonghwa just laughed and pulled you into him tighter. He wouldn’t let you know but he appreciated it and it was a very hot sight to see you with a gun. Now he doesn’t need to worry about you been hurt when you are more than willing to protect yourself.

Hongjoong

You had joined Hongjoong at his work like any normal day. Nothing out of the ordinary had happened so far, no attacks from rivals, none of the 7 boys coming in hurt and bloody, for once it seemed like everything was alright for once. Both of you didn’t know that would soon come crashing down. You were busy reading your book while Hongjoong was going through some paperwork when you were rudely interrupted with a bang downstairs. Jolting from his desk Hongjoong made his way towards the door, keeping you behind him as he knew there would be no use in trying to get you to stay in his office. He reached for his gun as you both slowly walked towards the landing that overlooked the front door area. The sight shocked both of you. Yeosang and Jongho was holding down a woman who was kicking and screaming. The woman lifted her head up and both of you know who it was. Hongjoong put his gun away as he followed you down the stairs.

“Boys lift her up.” You said with your arms crossed, you weren’t happy with the situation, Yeosang and Jongho quickly picked the woman up and held her so she wouldn’t move. “You have some nerve coming here and causing a scene.” Instead of answering the woman just spat in your face. Everyone took a step forward reaching for their guns. You wiped your face and held your hand out towards Hongjoong, who looked at you in confusion. Motioning towards the gun he quickly puts two and two together and hands over his gun, not wanting to mess with you when you are pissed off. You take the safety off before aiming it towards the woman. “This one is for interrupting me reading.” you said before you shoot her in her stomach, she leans forward crying in pain. “And this one is for stalking my boyfriend.” You fired the fatal shot to her head, Yeosang and Jongho let her fall to the floor, blood pooling around her. You put the safety back on and hand the gun back to Hongjoong before making your way back upstairs to continue with your book. All 8 of them stared after you in shock processing what just happened. Seonghwa was the first one to break the silence. “You need to marry that one.”

“Trust me I will.” Hongjoong replied running after you.

Yunho

It was the only choice, that’s what Yunho kept telling you. It was either you or him.

Yunho thought his life had ended when he heard that you had been kidnapped. His whole world had been turned upside down. He didn’t eat, drink, sleep, shower, he just completely stopped functioning. All he could think was “how could I let this happen?” He was beating himself up every second.

“Yunho man, you need to sleep.” Mingi said as he walked into his office with some food that they all know will still be there by dinner.

“How can I sleep when they are out there been tortured?” Yunho had his head in his hands as sobs racked his body. Mingi put the plate down and approached him placing a hand on Yunho’s shoulder.

“We are going to find them and bring them back safely.” Mingi promised and he intended to keep that promise. Yunho was about to reply when Wooyoung rushed through the doors saying they had found where you were been kept. The two boys have never seen Yunho jump up as quick as he did then, rushing everyone into the cars to your location.

Yunho had jumped out of the car before it had even come to a stop. As he was about to run through the door he heard your desperate screams before a gunshot rang through the air. He rushed through the building trying to find the room you were in. He stopped when he heard you sob making a beeline straight for that room. The breath of relief he released upon seeing you alive was heard throughout the whole building. He rushed to your side while calling your name.

“Y/N you’re okay now, you’re safe.” He said as he pulled you into his arms rocking you as your sobs rang throughout the room.

“I killed him...” You whispered holding onto to Yunho even tighter.

“Baby look at me.” His hand cupped your face. “It was the only choice, it was either you or him. You did the right thing.” He tried to reassure you in a calm tone but it just made you cry even more. “It’s okay baby let it all out.”

Yeosang

Yeosang did not expect to walk into your shared house to see a bludgeoned body laid in the living room. But the sight that terrified him was you standing there covered in blood, so much that it was dripping off of you, with the knife still in your hand.

“What the fuck happened here!?” Yeosang exclaimed trying to take in the scene in front of him.

“He broke into our house.” Was all you said, no expression on your face. Yeosang wouldn’t let you know that right now you were scaring him.

Yeosang raised an eyebrow “So you butchered him to death?!”

“Yes.” Was all you replied. Yeosang didn’t know what to say in that moment, too shocked, scared to even try come up with something. “I had to protect my family.” And with that you walked away, putting the knife into the sink and getting cleaning supplies out of the cupboard. All Yeosang could do was watch you cleaning up the mess you made. “We are going to need to buy a new carpet.” That made Yeosang laugh. Taking off his blazer he rolled up his sleeves and got stuck in.

Both of you had managed to clean the living room, dispose of the body and make yourselves presentable before the kids came running down the stairs. Seeing them so happy made Yeosang realise why you went to town on the man and he would do the same any day.

San

San was frantic trying to look for you when no one could get a hold of you. You had gone radio silent for hours locked up in San’s basement room where he does his “interrogations”. You had San’s enemy hanging from the ceiling by his hands. You were busy interrogating aka torturing the man when San burst through the doors. His heart calmed at the sight of you safe and sound. His men alerted him that the heard screams coming from the room. San quickly made his way to you, taking your face in his hands.

“Are you okay my love?” San asked scanning your face for any injuries. All you did was give him a smile and a nod. “My men said they heard screaming.”

“Well if you look behind me you will be ale to see the reason of the screaming.” You said nodding your head behind you. San looked over your shoulder and took in the sight in from of him. He was too busy looking for you to take in the surroundings. A gasp left his mouth.

“Is that?” Is all San could get out.

You give him a smile and nodded, “Yes it is. I found him lurking around outside early hours this morning. So I took a sedative, got the bow and arrows and aimed it at him. Once he was knocked out, I drug him down here.” You replied like it was nothing. San was shocked especially at the state of the man who was barely hanging onto life.

“So, this is your little play toy then?” The man muttered, without a warning you raised the knife that’s in your hand and plunged it into his heart, killing him instantly. When you turned around you saw San with his mouth open.

“Close your mouth or you’ll catch flies.” You said with your fingers under his chin pushing upwards to close his mouth. “So, what do you want for dinner?” San stood there with a proud smile on his face, knowing that you wouldn’t be going anywhere but staying with him.

Mingi

Mingi was scared to bring you into his world, he didn’t want to taint you in anyway. You were his innocent angel. He never wanted you to witness what he did for a living so he vowed to keep his work life away from home. But like anything it had to come to an end. That’s what happened when you walked into your shared home to see Mingi tied up. Luckily no one had noticed your arrival so you quickly crept into the kitchen. You knew you had to do something, anything to get the love of your life out of that situation. Mingi thought you didn’t know about his life, about his work but you did, he doesn’t hide it that well. Hearing a groan coming from Mingi it snapped you into action, grabbing a very large kitchen knife you made your way towards dining room. Raising both hands, you stabbed the knife into the back of the guys neck before taking it out again and repeating the same action. You didn’t stop until Mingi had managed to get out of his restraints and approached you, placing his hands on your arm.

“Darling stop, he’s dead.” It was then that you came out of the haze you were previously in. Looking down you gasped in horror as you look at the man bludgeoned to death. Dropping the knife, you bring your hands to your mouth but stopping upon seeing blood on them. A sob quickly left your body and it shook you that much you fell into Mingi’s arms. “Shush darling its okay, everything is going to be okay.” He knew it would take a while for you to recover from this, as he did the first time, he had killed someone. But he was insanely proud of you for stepping into action and saving his life.

Wooyoung

Wooyoung knew it was going to happen, he was just waiting for that moment. He had you trained so you could protect yourself if he or his men weren’t out with you. But he didn’t expect it to be so soon. You had walked into his office suspecting nothing to be out of the blue, however Wooyoung didn’t greet you like he normally did and the air has this strange quietness too. You look up from the tablet you’re looking at to see Wooyoung been held hostage by one of his own men. The gun that was held against Wooyoung was pointed towards you, this caused Wooyoung to struggle not wanting you to get hurt. You calmly walked towards his desk putting the tablet down, moving your arms like you were surrendering before quickly whipping out the gun that was hidden under the desk and shoot the man point blank in his forehead.

Upon hearing a gun shot all 7 guys rushed into the room with their guns raised. “What the hell happened?” Seonghwa exclaimed upon entering, all lowering their guns seeing that you two were safe.

“Kai had me held at gun point so Y/N shot them.” Wooyoung explained walking towards you. They didn’t see the body at first as their gaze was fixed on the couple. Moving their heads in the direction Wooyoung nodded they could see a clean bullet hole with blood seeping out of it. The guys were shocked knowing you had never shot anyone before. “Could you do me a favour and remove the body?” This sprang them into action as they quickly picked him up and left the room.

“Thank you, my love.” Wooyoung whispered against your head as he kissed it. He was forever grateful that you saved his life.

Jongho

Been the youngest mafia boss in the world meant Jongho had a lot of enemies. At first, he didn’t want to pursue a relationship with you not because he didn’t love you but because of the enemies, he didn’t want to put you into danger. But he didn’t need to worry about that after your first date. Seeing as you were capable of protecting yourself.

Jongho had taken you to one of his friends’ restaurants where he knew would be safe, or so he thought. You had clocked someone staring at you two all night but seeing as they hadn’t done anything you put it to one side. As the date was coming to end you both got up to leave and in that moment, the person who was watching you both stood up and pointed a gun right at Jongho’s head. But seeing as his back was towards the person you shouted for him to move before you drew out your gun hidden in your bag and shot the person killing them instantly. Jongho stood in shock and disbelief not been able to move, everyone in the restaurant had drawn their gun and pointed at you the second you brought yours out.

“Settle down everybody, lower your weapons.” Jongho said motioning his hands down, they all did as he said and sat back down. He turned to you with a look of adoration, “You saved my life. Thank you for that but now I am in debt to you.”

Jongho watched as you let out a small laugh with a shake of your head, “You’re not in debt to me, though if you insist then take me out on another date.” With a wink you left him standing there with a massive smile on his face. He was so going to take you out on another date.

[messers-moony]

Moony Wants, Moony Gets | R.L

Paring: Young!Remus Lupin X Slytherin!Fem!Reader

Summary: Moony has a natural wanting for his mate making his possessiveness visible the closer it gets to the full moon. 

He was always jealous. Blame it on the wolf in him, if you will, but Remus Lupin was highly possessive. Especially over what’s his - maybe not even what’s his but what he wants. She was gorgeous and his perfect mate—long tuffs of h/c hair and gleaming e/c eyes that glittered in the limelight. There was one problem with her, though—one major flaw in her mess of perfection. 

Y/n L/n, cunning, ambitious, resourceful, and charismatic. 

That was the problem. Y/n was a Slytherin, and Remus was a half-blood Gryffindor. To make matters worse, her closest friend was Regulus Black - Sirius Blacks brother. Remus’ best friend's brother. But Remus couldn’t help it. Her voice was like a siren's call, and her beauty was a rival to Aphrodite, but she had the wisdom of Athena. Y/n was a perfect balance of everything. 

Closer to the full moon, his possessiveness became more of a problem. Sirius was noticing the low growl that would erupt from Remus whenever someone stepped close to Y/n. James saw the lingering glares left on any male within a six feet distance of her. Even Peter observed his green eyes turn a shade darker as if someone mixed black paint into his usually bright eyes. 

Y/n sat at the Slytherin table, a cup of coffee beside her as she spoke intently with Regulus. Meanwhile, a Gryffindor across the Great Hall was glaring daggers at the younger Black brother's head. Sirius nudged him, grabbing his attention. 

“Mate, you’re growling again.” Sirius whispered, and Remus’ cheeks turned pink, “Am not.”

James gave an unconvincing grin, “Mhm, totally.”

“I was not growling.”

“I think you were.” James replied, “Definitely was.” Sirius added. 

Remus sighed, pushing his plate away to lay his head on the table, “What’s got Moony all wound up?” James queried, Remus, deadpanned looking at the laughing girl across the room. 

“I think I know.” Sirius simpered, “Do you now? Don’t be a tosser.” James stated teasingly. 

“Turn around. Slytherin, talking with Reggie.” 

He turned and looked back at Remus with his jaw dropped, “No- fucking- way.”

“What?”

“She’s the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, you tosser!” 

“Oh…”

James snorted, “Yeah, oh.”

“Looks like Moony found his mate.” Sirius winked, and Remus groaned, “Shut up about it, will you?”

“Never.” 

It felt weird. James wouldn’t shut up about how brilliant Y/n was, how the Slytherin’s Quidditch team was able to make plays that no one else would’ve even thought about. Sirius wouldn’t stop offering to talk to Regulus to see if maybe he had any intel on her. Strangely enough, Peter was silent but had a guilty look on his face. Guilty sufficient for Remus to comment. 

“Why do you look guilty, Wormtail?” Remus inquired, and Peter's cheeks flushed pink, “She- Y/n isn’t- um….” 

“What do you know that we don’t, Peter?” Sirius queried, his voice harsh, “She isn’t what you think. That’s all I’m saying.” Peter stammered out nervously. 

James tilted his head at the blue-eyed boy, “And you know this how?” 

“She’s my ex-girlfriend.”

“Woah! Hold on a second!” Sirius exclaimed in shock, “When did this happen?!”

“Back in fourth year.” Peter informed, “She seemed nice enough until you start to get serious with her. Y/n’s sharp-tongued and extremely ill-tempered.” 

Sirius sniggered, “Sounds like Moony.”

“Oi!”

“Sorry!”

“So, what does this mean for Remus?” James questioned further, “It doesn’t mean anything. Just be careful. I don’t care if you date her. Means nothing to me.” Peter replied, putting his hands up in innocent. 

Remus stared at Peter with curiosity swirling. How much did he truly know about Y/n? How did he manage to date her? Nonetheless, it didn’t mean anything to Remus because Moony wanted her. What Moony wants is what Moony gets. Later that evening, after prefect patrol, he padded into the library to dismiss any working students. But there were only two students inside. They sat in a secluded corner of the library. Regulus Black and Y/n L/n. 

Was it envy? Was it jealousy? He didn’t have time to ponder. Y/n had her head laid on Regulus’ shoulder and both her arms wrapped around his one arm. Regulus had leaned his head on top of hers, wavy black hair intertwined with her h/c hair. Both their eyes were closed, apparent they were asleep—potion and Transfiguration books placed on top of the wooden table along with an open sketchbook. 

What was he supposed to do in this situation? Wake them up? If it was just Y/n, perhaps he could’ve, but Regulus was with her, and Regulus wasn’t too fond of Remus for being friends with his older brother. Madam Pince had already left for the night, either choosing not to disturb them or didn’t notice them. Remus saw the inkpot beside the Potions book, almost empty. It was Y/n’s inkpot because the ink wasn’t black. It was a deep grape color. 

Remus sighed and grabbed the ink from his bag, charming it the same color. Discretely he took hers and swapped it out with his. Leaving a piece of parchment on top. Remus left the library without another word. Waking them up was a risk he’d rather not take. But now, he laid in his bed wondering how she’d feel about the new ink on the table. 

The sun began to rise, and Y/n’s body felt stiff. Carefully she began to stir awake after noticing a body beside her. Opening her eyes, everything seemed blurry, but after blinking a few times, she recognized the library books and the person's scent beside her. Regulus, her best friend. Y/n yawned and pulled away from him, about to begin packing their belongings, but she noticed a piece of parchment that lay on top of her ink. 

“Noticed you were out. You can have mine.“ 

Y/n hummed appreciatively. She didn’t know who gave her their ink, but she was eternally grateful for them saving her a trip to Hogsmeade. Y/n poked at Regulus’ right side, and he eventually stirred awake. His curls disheveled and his body just as stiff as she was. Regulus opened his eyes and met her e/c ones. 

“Did we fall asleep?” He groaned, and Y/n scoffed, “What do you think, dingus?”

“No need to be mean this early in the morning, Merlin.” 

“Someone saw us last night, though.” Y/n stated, and Regulus noticeably jumped, “Who?”

She shrugged, “Not sure, but they left me a new pot of ink.”

“Lucky you.”

“Lucky me.”

Both best friends cleared their table. Y/n put her Potions books away, and Regulus put his Transfiguration books away. Y/n stared at the writing on the parchment she had received earlier that day. The handwriting was almost unrecognizable. It was messy and sprawled. Whoever this was did not have good handwriting or was in a rush. But the day carried on. In Potions, Y/n sat in the front while the Marauders sat in the back. Remus stared holes in the back of Y/n’s head. 

“She’s gonna notice if you keep staring at her like that.” Sirius muttered. 

Remus sighed and continued to write his notes. If he tried hard enough, he could make out her elegant purple ink from here. It always baffled him why she chose purple over traditional black - suppose it wasn’t really any of his business, but he couldn’t help but wonder. The familiar sketchbook sat on top of the desk as well; he could see doodles in the same deep purple color. Occasionally Regulus - who sat beside her - would nudge her to pay attention, gaining an annoyed groan. 

Potions class always smelt weird. It was a mixture of glue, seaweed, and salt. It was also constantly humid. It brought shivers down Remus’ spine. He noticed it doing the same to the Slytherin girl at the front. Remus craved nothing more than to wrap his robe around her, but he was too late. Regulus was already doing the action, which earned him one of her jaw-dropping smiles. Unconsciously he began growling again. This time, James smacked his arm. 

“Mate!” 

“Sorry…” 

Dinner was even worse. Y/n had yet to remove Regulus’ robes leaving him in a button-down white shirt and the usual uniform. Sirius was surprised at his younger brother's chivalry but didn’t speak much. The full moon was that night, and as dinner progressed, Remus only gained more possessive. James and Sirius gave up on trying to scold him. It was apparent Moony wanted - no - needed her. Slytherin captain be damned, Y/n was going to be Moonys. 

A dry winter night. As usual, Remus walked to the Whomping Willow with his three friends following him. Tonight was normal in the sense of his friends turning into their animagus,’ but the odd thing was letting him out of the shack. The werewolf and the dog ran around the forest together. The rat and stag lagging behind, allowing the two animals to play together. But a stick-breaking brought the attention of the werewolves to the new person. 

He could smell them. Hear their blood running through their veins. Their heart pounding at a standard rate. The dogs barking could be heard, trying to distract the werewolf. The scent was female, and she wasn’t scared. Instead, the girl approached with confidence sticking out her hand to the wolf. Padfoot barked loudly. Prongs backed down, looking nervous. Wormtail squeaked loudly. But she came with confidence and assurance. 

Moony growled, “Shh, shh, it’s okay.” She cooed, “You’re safe with me.”

The h/c haired girl knelt on the grass, “No need to be scared, I’m not going to hurt you.”

Moony hesitantly put his snout in the girl's palm, making her grin. His fur was soft to the touch, and his eyes turned soft. Her smile was beautiful, and Moony nuzzled his hand into her soft palm. She chuckled and patted him more. Padfoot barked excitedly and ran to her, but the werewolf started to bare his teeth again. 

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m yours.” 

The wolf seemed to calm down at her words allowing Padfoot to approach her. Smiling brightly, she pet both animals, “It’s okay, love.”

“My name’s Y/n. I didn’t know that there was a werewolf here.” Y/n greeted as Moony curled up beside her, his head on her thigh, Padfoot doing the same on the other side.

She caught sight of the other two animals and whistled for their attention, “C’mere.”

Prongs and Wormtail approached nervously, but Moony gave no sense of protectiveness. Y/n’s words resonated in his head over and over again, “I’m yours.” The wolf fell asleep beside her, Padfoot doing the same. Prongs approached, and Y/n patted the top of his head. Wormtail sat in front of her knee. They seemed at peace. It was the first time Moony ever felt at ease. They’d be lying if it didn’t make them happy. 

Y/n stayed up all night with the animals. Despite the animals not knowing, Y/n knew that the stag, rat, and dog were animagus’. The werewolf was unknown to her. The following morning when the stag turning into James, rat into Peter, dog into Sirius. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to find out who the werewolf was. When he turned back into a human with his clothes tattered. Y/n continued to run her fingers through his hair as he slept. 

“Morning, Marauders,” Y/n commented. 

“You’re- you-“ James stuttered.

She laughed, “Apparently, your moony really likes me.”

“Would you mind petting me again?” Sirius teased, “Maybe.” Y/n retorted, winking. 

Sirius laid down on her other thigh that Remus wasn’t laying on, smiling; she ran her fingers through their hair, “You’re a godsend, lemme tell you.”

James and Peter sat in front of Y/n, “What made you want to take a walk in the forbidden forest last night?”

“Just wanted some air.” Y/n answered. 

Remus groaned and began pushing his head onto Y/n’s hand, “Morning, Remus.”

The Marauders and Y/n had never seen him jump up that fast, “What- you- I- uh-“

“Didn’t know you were a werewolf.”

“I- uh…”

“Sirius, for the love of God, get off her lap.” James interject, slapping the boy on the head playfully, “But it feels so good.” Sirius drawled. 

James grabbed his arm and pulled him onto the grass. In the process, Sirius got a mouthful of dirt and grass, “You wanker.”

“Did I- erm- hurt you?” Remus questioned shyly, “Nope, I'm completely unscathed.” Y/n smiled reassuringly. 

Remus turned to his friends, “Nope! Y/n saved us all.”

“Are you hurt?” Y/n inquired to Remus, who took a quick look at himself, “I- I don’t believe so….”

Sirius blew a raspberry, “Thank Merlin! Dragging you to the hospital wing is bloody exhausting.”

Silence filled the forest until Sirius smirked, “You know, mate when you were talking about Moony wanting her. I thought you were joking. Turns out you weren’t.”

“Oi!”

“Oh, Merlin…”

Y/n chuckled, “Well, Moony is rather cute if I’m honest.”

Remus’ cheeks blasted with pink, and Sirius laughed. James shook his head with a big grin, and Peter looked amused with Y/n’s confession. Without hesitation, Y/n leaned over to kiss Remus’ cheek, making him hide his face flustered. She stood up and ruffled Sirius’ hand, gently rubbing her nails across his scalp, making Sirius try to lean into her palm. They all stared at her except for Remus, who was equally embarrassed and flustered. 

“If you’re looking for a fifth Marauder, I know the Slytherin common room password.” Y/n winked as she walked to the castle. 

[elias-code]

Prisoner 0.5 - Part I

a classic c!Technoblade x gn!reader

c!Techno/reader/c!awesam/c!Dream

Link to part 2 (NSFW, 18+)

Warnings: Significant blood, death, gore

Summary: You're here to break Techno out, but aren't super bothered bringing Dream along if Techno insisted. You and Sam fight, he's desperate to lock you in there with them but you're more desperate to get Techno out. SFW, lots of gore though! It's fluff, Dream mainly being confused and there because he has to be (lmao nothing against you big-man)

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A growl rose in your throat, “Technoblade,” is the snarl that rang in the hall.

Your hands and arms were covered in nicks, cuts, and blood. The blood was not all your own.

“Ah, he’s why you’re here. I’ll tell you once again,” He panted, “Pandora’s Vault will not be having visitors,” Sam sneered at you, clutching his side where your blade had just met flesh.

Instead of slowing, you doubled down on your onslaught, intent on taking at least one of the Warden’s canon lives whether he let you into the prison or not. He’d let you come in, through the portals, before shutting them behind you and trying to pull one over on you. As soon as you’d come through the portal, you could see his sweat on his brow, holding eye contact as he had you read aloud and sign the contracts.

You knew he wasn’t going to make this easy. He’s the man holding the two strongest people in a cell together right now. He’s the one who locked your lover away.

-

“Look, I gave Phil my Will because I know you’re going to come looking for me,” Technoblade explained.

You furrowed your brow, fully knowing he was right. It didn’t ease the void forming in your stomach, already aching from his departure. “Why would I need to come looking?” He’s going to die.

“Because you worry too much,”

“Do not.” You retort. The banter was much needed. As soon as his party was over and the rest of the Syndicate took their leave, he’d told you all about his encounter with Quackity on the mountain. Both of you knew it was fishy, so you begged him not to go. If Quackity was telling the truth, he explained, and I abandoned Dream-

Secretly, you’d been worrying, planning this out. You made sure not to tell Phil, Niki, or Ranboo about it, to keep the worry to yourself. They were part of the plan to get him free in case of an emergency, but they didn’t need to know about it until he needed help.

-

As your sword met his, easily blocking a weak blow from the creeper, and you leaned into his face, “I’m not here for Dream, I’m here for Techno. Let me go and I’ll leave your other two canon lives intact.”

He grit his teeth and pushed you away, blood trails leading from his mouth down his neck. “As if I’d let you do that! I put him in here for a reason, and I intend to do the same to you.”

The fight worsened, you almost felt bad for the warden, but you had something he did not: Love. You fought because you needed him back. You weren’t lying, you really weren’t there for Dream. If Dream came with, you wouldn’t have an issue, but as far as you were concerned he deserved to be in there.

Sam, on the other hand, deserved a worse punishment. He claimed to be untainted, a strict rule follower, but he and Quackity went behind everyone’s backs to lock Techno, your boyfriend, in prison. He was a hypocrite. Not to mention, he let Ghostbur die, who you were quite fond of, and he let Tommy die and then be revived by Dream. It left the poor boy scarred, and no matter how annoying you found him, you weren’t gun-ho on the traumatizing children part of the deal.

As you parried his hits, less than flawlessly, but well enough, you pondered this. The voices in your head, as well as Techno’s were frantic. Sam set the alarm, so Techno must have known you were there for him. They screamed, SLIT HIS THROAT, RIP SAM, LET HIM KNOW WHO HE’S MESSING WITH, BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD.

Sam stumbled backwards from a particularly harsh blow, slamming into the lectern he kept the guest list on. You took your shot, aiming for the heart, you plunged your sword into his chest and through the pages behind.

“See you on the other side, Sam,” You said, almost cheerfully. He slipped from the lectern when you pulled your blade out. There was no doubt in your mind that he would be back shortly with Ant and probably some others, so you quickened your pace.

You learned from Tommy how the warden got through all of the contraptions. He’d nervously watched Sam go through those multiple times. Even though his knowledge was spotty, you were managing.

Door after door, you could hear your heart beat harder. “I’m almost there, Tech, hold on…”

Technoblade, staring through the lava, was thrilled to read Sam’s death message in the chat, but less thrilled that it was your sword that ended his life. It confirmed that you were here for him, and he never wanted to see you hurt. As much as he made fun of you for it, he was worried.

Techno’s eyes met yours as the lava receded, gazes piercing, almost as if you were trying to burn a hole in his soul. They stung with tears and felt close to melting due to the sudden lava proximity. You didn’t think about it. You had more important fish to fry.

Once you got to the other side, you ran to him, the Netherite blocks descending into the floor. Dream was cowering in the corner, thinking you were either here to come kill him or Techno. Instead, you flew into Techno’s arms, being crushed into a hug by a man who you’d just seen a couple of days prior, although it felt like an eternity.

Dream was confused, to say the least. His inventory was full of scribbles about the prison, its layout, everything Sam did, and whatever he could think of. He was taking in the sight, someone he’d never met being kissed by the only man he’d ever met that’d be able to rival him. Techno was not one to share his love story with other people, and so he failed to mention your name to Dream.

“Wh- what the fuck?” He sputtered.

“Can you get the netherite? Those are netherite blocks!” Techno pointed, you feigned interest as you swiftly mined them. You didn’t have the time but you didn’t have the heart to say no.

“Dream, nice to meet you. I’m here to get you two out. I’m Techno’s partner.”

“I didn’t know he had-“

“Do we have to bring him?” You gestured to Dream, “No offense, Mr. Dream but you seem like an asshole.” Techno chuckled.

“Dream, you ready to call in that favor?”

[aquaticrunner]

Modern Academic Rivals to Lovers | Edmund x Reader

Request by @generalblizzarddreamer : Hey love! I don't know if you're inspired to write Narnia right now but could I have academic rivals to lovers with Edmund Pevensie? Maybe Edmund could be a law student and the reader is a journalism major? Thanks so much if you do it! | Word count: 2.9K

A/N: I did not mean for this to come out so long but I loved the idea and just kinda ran with it. I hope you like it! I had a lot of fun writing it. I’m so sorry it took so long but I’m finally out of school so I’m catching up on all my requests.

I stood up from the small desk I was sitting at in the university library and stretched my arms up above my head. I’d been sitting at this desk for at least two hours and still felt like I hadn’t made much progress on my project. I decided to go searching for some more sources and scanned the section closest to me. A book title on the top shelf caught my eye and I reached my hand up to grab it. Just as my fingers brushed the spine of the book, another hand reached over and swiped it. “Hey!” I shouted, immediately cringing at the loudness of my voice in the quiet library. I looked over at the thief who had taken my book. The guy seemed familiar like maybe we’d had a few classes together. He had dark, curly hair that had grown past his ears and an easy smile that probably made most people melt. 

“Hey yourself.” He said, chuckling as he started to walk away. I bit the side of my cheek in frustration and made the impulsive decision to follow him. “Excuse me, but I need that book.”

He stopped walking and smirked at me. Despite how attractive this boy was, it infuriated me. “Well, so do I.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “I saw it first and there’s only one copy.”

He raised his eyebrows slightly. “You saw it first? What is this, primary school?”

“Seriously? Just give me the book.”

I could see the smile in his eyes as he just looked at me and said, “No.” Then he turned around and walked away again.

I decided not to follow him this time and walked back to my desk, fuming the whole way there. He was the most arrogant and obnoxious guy I’d ever met and I didn’t even know his name. I tried to focus on my project again but gave up after about 30 minutes. I packed up my stuff and walked back to my dorm. When I made it back, I checked the time on my phone. It was only 8:15. Too early to go to sleep. I scrolled through the contacts on my phone until I saw my best friend’s name. I pressed the call button and put the phone to my ear. She answered after the first ring and asked what was up. “Do you wanna go out?”

I woke up the next morning with a slight headache and my mouth dry. I picked up the water bottle that I keep beside my bed but it was empty. I sighed and stood up. I ventured into my small kitchen area and filled up the bottle in the sink. As I drank the water, my mind drifted back to last night. My friend, Valerie, and I had gone to a small club and stayed out till about midnight. I had pretty much gotten over my encounter with that guy at the library. I looked at the clock at the wall and cursed when I realized that it was almost 7:30. I only had 15 minutes to get ready for my morning class. I threw on some jeans and a t-shirt and brushed my teeth. I rushed out the door, barely checking to see if I had the right notebook. I walked as fast as I could to the humanities building and breathed a sigh of relief when I made it with 3 minutes to spare. I took a seat in the front row where I always did and smiled at the boy that always sits next to me. I opened my backpack and grabbed my notebook, thankful that it was the right one. I opened the notebook to a blank page and sat a pencil next to it. I was waiting for the professor to walk in when someone else caught my eye. It was the boy from the library! So we do have a class together, I thought. I waited for him to see me but his eyes stayed focused on his path and he sat down in the middle row. I turned my head quickly in case he saw me looking at him. 

The professor walked in a minute later and I tried to refocus my mind on what he was teaching. This class was already boring to me. I knew that research and writing were important, but this class felt almost too basic. As the professor talked my mind drifted to the boy sitting behind me. I wondered if he had noticed me yet, if he was as bored as I was, or if he was paying attention and didn’t notice me at all. 

“Does anyone know the answer?” I was snapped out of my thoughts when the professor addressed the class and averted my eyes, hoping he wouldn’t call on me. “Anyone at all?”

“A research question is focused, complex, and arguable.” My eyes widened when I realized it was the boy from last night.

“Yes that is correct, Mr… ?”

“Pevensie, sir. Edmund Pevensie.”

The professor nodded and went back to lecturing. My eyes stayed glued to the boy, Edmund. His eyes snapped to mine and heat immediately rushed to my cheeks and I turned back to my notebook. Now he’s going to think I’m obsessed with him.

When the professor dismissed class after what felt like forever, I threw my stuff in my bag and rushed out of my seat. I made it out the door and thought I was clear and my path was blocked. “Excuse me.” I said, trying to get past.

“Avoiding someone?” His voice burned into my soul and I jumped back.

“No. I just have somewhere to be.” My eyes drifted up his chest as I leaned up to meet his eyes.

The corner of his mouth ticked up and he narrowed his eyes at me. “Right. I’m Edmund by the way. Figured I should introduce myself after you called me a thief.”

I rolled my eyes. “You are a thief. And I heard your name. Everyone in class did.”

This time, he smiled completely. “So…?”

I looked at him, unsure of what he was wanting. “So what?”

He stared at me blankly as if he was trying to figure out if I really didn’t know or if I was messing with him. “Your name?”

“Oh. It’s Y/N.” I don’t know why it surprised me that he wanted my name. Was he trying to be friends or something?

“Well, it was nice to meet you Y/N.” And with that he turned and walked away. Why is he always doing that?

I rolled my eyes as he left and walked back to my dorm, throwing my bag down in the living room. My roommate, Elle, walked out and raised her eyebrows at me. “Someone’s in a foul mood.”

“I am not!” I shouted defensively. She just looked at me and my shoulders sagged in defeat. “Fine. I met this guy and he’s a total jerk.”

Her eyes lit up immediately. “You met a guy?”

“Seriously? That was not the important part of that sentence.”

She laughed. “Well I can’t remember the last time you said the words “met a guy.”” She said, using air quotes around my words. 

I sighed and walked into my room, looking over my schedule for the day. I had one more class and a club meeting later that day. 

“Hey would you wanna grab lunch before my next class?” I asked her, walking back into the living room.

She shrugged, “Sure. I have nothing better to do.”

We ate in the campus cafeteria and I went to my corporate communication class. Now I was on my way to one of the meeting rooms on campus for a debate club meeting. It was my first time joining a club and I was definitely nervous. 

I walked up the stairs of the building and into the room that was on the announcement. A tall girl greeted me at the door with a large smile. “Hi! Are you here to join the debate team?” Her enthusiasm was almost scary but I smiled back and nodded as she handed me an instruction packet. “Great! Feel free to sit anywhere.” I thanked her and took a seat near the middle. Normally I liked to sit in the front but I was a little too nervous tonight.

I looked around for anyone I might know and noticed a familiar boy with dark, curly hair. You have to be kidding me. Ever since our interaction at the library Edmund seemed to be everywhere I was.

He was busy talking to a group of kids at the back of the room. He caught my eye and waved at me with a smirk on his face. I clenched my jaw and turned back around, facing the front of the room.

The girl who greeted me when I walked in had now moved to stand behind a small podium. She cleared her throat to catch everyone’s attention and I sat up a little straighter in my chair. She spent the next hour describing what the debate club was like, our meeting schedule, and how often we attend competitions. “Now there is a sign-up sheet being passed around. Please write your name and phone number on the sheet.” She handed the clipboard with the sheet on it to the boy on my left and he handed it to me when he was done. I wrote what she instructed and passed it to my right, not paying attention to who was beside me. Once everyone was done she announced that the meeting was over and we would receive a message for our next meeting time. I sighed and stood following the small crowd out the door.

“Hey Y/N!” I looked to see who was calling my name and of course it was Edmund. 

I kept walking, pretending I hadn’t heard him, but he caught up to me almost immediately. “Hey, I didn’t know you were interested in debate.”

I shrugged, “Well you don’t really know that much about me at all.”

He put his hand over his heart in mock hurt. “Ouch. You wound me.”

I smiled condescendingly. “I try.”

“You don’t like me, do you?” He asked.

“I don’t have any feelings toward you.” I said in response.

“Riiight. Is this about the book?” 

I sighed. “No. I don’t care about some stupid book. Look, it's late and I have to go. Bye.”

I walked away from him and headed back to my dorm for the night, trying to concentrate on my project. 

The rest of the week went by quickly with limited interactions between Edmund and me. Finally, it was Friday and I was ready to take a break. However, before I did that I needed to buckle down and finish the project that I had been procrastinating. I packed my stuff up and drove to the library. I spent hours there and by the time I finished, it was dark outside. I packed my stuff up and stopped by the vending machine on my way out. I reached the doors and pushed, but was surprised when they didn’t open. I pushed again and started to get nervous when they still didn’t open. Maybe there’s another exit. I walked away from the doors and searched the perimeter of the library looking for another set of doors. When I didn’t find any, I walked to the center of the library where the help desk was located. “Hello?” I said, hoping someone would answer me.

I heard a voice from behind me, “Please don’t tell me we’re locked in here.” I cringed, knowing who it was going to be before I even turned around.

I slowly turned to face him. “It’s starting to look that way.”

“Do you have your phone?” He asked me.

“No. I leave it in my car when I’m studying. Don’t you have one?” I asked, crossing my arms defensively.

He waved it in front of me, looking annoyed. “It’s dead.”

I wanted to bang my head against a wall. “Great,” I said sarcastically. 

“Maybe we can use the library phone?” He suggested and I nodded, walking around to the other side of the desk.

I picked it up and attempted to dial a number. Instead of hearing the phone ringing, all I heard was constant beeping. I groaned when I read the inscription at the bottom of the phone. 

Edmund leaned over. “What is it?”

“This phone only connects to other phones in the building. No one else is going to be here at this hour.”

“Well, guess we better make ourselves comfortable.” He took a seat on one of the couches and propped his feet up on a nearby table.

I took a deep breath and sat down in a chair across from the couch. 

He stared at me from across the table and I shifted in my seat uncomfortably. “Why are you looking at me?” I finally asked.

He shrugged. “I’m trying to figure out why you don’t like me.”

“By staring at me?”

Edmund laughed and I felt the tension in my shoulders ease just a bit.

“So are you going to tell me or not?” He asked me.

I bit my lip nervously. This is going to be a long night. “I never said I didn’t like you.”

“So you’re acting like this because you do like me.”

“No!”

“So you’re rude to everyone?”

“I am not rude! I don’t dislike you. I just have no interest in talking to you.” I finally said.

“Why not? I’m hilarious.” 

I snorted in response. “I doubt that.”

“You’re judging me based on one interaction. That hardly seems fair.” He said. I looked away, not wanting to admit that he might be right.

“Well it was one rude interaction. First impressions matter.” I said in my defense.

“Okay, well I’m sorry I took the book you wanted. I needed it for a project.”

“So did I.”

He laughed, but it sounded dry. “Whatever.”

I bit my lip, guilt starting to settle in my stomach. Maybe I had judged him too harshly.

“I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have judged you so fast. Maybe we could be friends?” I asked.

He half-smiled and I felt slightly relieved. “We can be friends.”

I smiled at him for what felt like the first time and he smiled back.

“Let’s play twenty questions.” He said, sitting up suddenly.

“What?”

“Twenty questions. I ask you a question and then you ask me one.” 

I curled my hair around my finger nervously. “I don’t know…”

“Come on, it’ll be fun. You can ask me first.”

I sighed, knowing there was nothing else to do anyway. “Fine. What’s your major?”

Edmund laughed. “Okay, starting off easy. I’m pre-law. What’s yours?”

“Journalism.” He nodded, and I sat for a moment, thinking of my next question. “What’s your family like?”

Edmund smiled and his fondness for them was written clearly all over his face. “I have two sisters and a brother. Lucy and I are the youngest and then Susan and Peter. We’re all really close. I don’t get to see them as often as I like but we text all the time.”

I smiled, surprised at such a genuine response. He cleared his throat and then asked his next question. “What’s your favorite food?”

I laughed and tried to think of a genuine answer. “Pizza. Yours?”

Edmund thought for a moment. “I love anything sweet. Why are you majoring in journalism?”

“Well… I’d like to have an impact on the world. I like discovering the truth and telling real stories. Why do you want to be a lawyer?”

“To defend those who can’t defend themselves, obviously.” He said, jokingly.

I laughed again and thought of my next question. Edmund and I spent the rest of the night talking and laughing. I had seriously misjudged him. He was actually very pleasant to be around. Eventually, we fell asleep and when the librarian woke us up the next morning I was embarrassed to find that Edmund and I had moved together in our sleep. The librarian apologized profusely for not checking before she locked up and then Edmund and I were on our way out of the library.

He walked me to my car and I grabbed his arm before he turned to leave. “Thank you.”

He looked at me curiously. “For what?”

“For making last night a little better. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I’d been locked in by myself.” In a moment of bravery, I leaned forward and hugged him.

Edmund hugged back and I could feel the warmth radiating off of him and his heart beating in his chest.

I leaned back slowly and Edmund kept his arms around me.

“Y/N…”

“Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?” He asked.

I nodded and Edmund leaned forward, immediately capturing my lips with his. The kiss was passionate and I could’ve sworn I saw literal sparks. I wasn’t sure how long it lasted but I was sure it wasn’t long enough. He leaned his forehead against mine and I smiled at the closeness.

“Do you want to go out tonight?” He asked me.

“I would love to.”

He kissed me on the cheek then began to walk back to his car. 

“Hey Edmund!” I called. He turned back to face me. “Thanks for stealing my book.” A smile broke out on his gorgeous face and I couldn’t help but smile back. “Anytime.”

[beevean]

I haven't played TGAA, but I find the double standard in the way Barok is treated vs the way Miles, Fran and the rest of them are treated kind of strange. Barok is supposedly insufferable, plus he's racist and xenophobic. I ain't excusing that, but that's just how 19th century England was.

Miles and Fran have most likely sent innocent people to jail or even landed them the death penalty, simply because they cared more about securing a guilty verdict than actual justice. Godot is a literal murderer, and I've heard some unpleasant things about Simon and Nahyuta as well.

Yet, all (or most of) these characters are redeemed. Barok's biggest crime is...upholding the views of everyone else at the time. And that somehow makes him irredeemable, despite him actually warming up to Ryonosuke later. I'm not saying everyone should like Barok, but if Barok is irredeemable, so is every other prosecutor in AA.

This has been pretty much my point ever since they announced GAA's localization.

Barok is obnoxious, that is undeniable. Nipponese this, Eastern island that, his mocking of Ryuu easily crosses a line that leaves the player uncomfortable, as it should, because if his xenophobia doesn't bother you it says more about you than about the game.

But. Being obnoxious is all he does.

He does not present forged evidence, or use loopholes in court, or coach witnesses, like Edgeworth and Franziska used to do.

He's never ever physically violent against the defense, unlike Franziska, Godot, Simon or Nahyuta - he breaks his own glasses and bottles when frustrated, but he never harms anyone. (it says something that the entire series so far had only three prosecutors who are decent human beings)

His objective as a prosecutor is simply to find the truth. While he pushes very hard to prove the guilt of the defendant, it's clear that it's because he genuinely believes in his case - once Ryuu manages to convince him his theory makes sense, Barok drops most of his hostility and helps him. Unlike Edgeworth pre-heel face turn and Franziska, he couldn't care less about his own record, which means that he never deliberately gambled with the lives of potentially innocent people for his own ego. He is biased towards Ryuu, not only because he's Japanese but also because Barok admits to personally taking his cases even if they're banal, but he's not completely driven by a petty grudge like Godot - like I said, he'll help Ryuu win if he does a good enough job in his book, no matter his personal feelings towards his learned Japanese friend.

Both he and Edgeworth post-heel face turn share the same goal of finding the truth. However, Edgeworth has hurt at least one person in his quest, infamously Adrian Andrews when he threatened to reveal her mental illness in court and even said "if you kill yourself, that is no concern of mine". Compare this with Barok, who has shown himself capable of kindness as soon as his second appearance, when he (spoilers for Case 4 of GAA) subtly implied he would allow Roly Beate to keep his job despite tampering with the crime scene, because he could empathize with the poor man wanting to spend one day with his wife.

He's genuinely competent in his job, relying simply on cold hard logic to dismantle the defense's arguments as a good prosecutor should - to be honest, it may be the different writers, but Klavier, Simon and Nahyuta never struck me as being especially good at their job, with Klavier having to deal with a rather incompetent Apollo in AJ and Simon and Nayhuta happily abusing the old "attacking the defense" and "asking evidence for every word you say" tricks. (to be fair Simon gets to demonstrate his interesting manipulative skills in one case... Turnabout Storyteller, when he's Athena's ally. Also, I can't remember anything particularly horrible he does beyond being an ass like usual, in fact he may be the best prosecutor of the second trilogy)

Speaking of Nahyuta, the reasons I can't stand him while I love Barok are that Nahyuta is nothing but repetitive, unwitty, painfully realistic obnoxiousness propped up by a shallow twist revealed at the tail-end of the game; he has no real character development, because "sowwy guys i was good all along" is not development; he prosecutes simply to win even if it means insisting that a young girl committed murder in spite of the defense's reasonable arguments; there is no in-game justification for shit like him tormenting Athena in Japanifornia, or even him being an asshole in Japanifornia at all; and there's no weight in the realization that he let hundreds of innocent people being sentenced to death while he stood aside to protect his sister (like, that has got to mess you up a bit right? Can you show me that, game?). Barok not only has a much more fleshed out, drawn out backstory that explains most of his behavior (although I have my reservations at tying his racism to One Trauma); not only he slowly (... very slowly) warms up to Ryuu; not only he has humanizing traits like feeling horrible about being branded the Reaper of the Old Bailey, like it would happen to anyone being rumored to be a death bringer; but he is, most important of all, an overdramatic bitch and the contrast between his intimidating demeanor and the shit he pulls behind the bench is infinitely more hilarious than being told for the umpteenth time that you're a putrid lawyer who's going to hell. It doesn't sound like much, but a good AA game masters the art of "love to hate".

You know how Klavier is a base-breaking prosecutor because some consider him too nice? Barok is what happens when you take Klavier's honest, well-meaning demeanor and give him enough presence to be hated and loved at the same time. I completely understand if people find him too annoying (he's testing my own patience lmao), but I still think he is one of the best prosecutors in the series, both as a job and as the role of the rival.