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yellow-yarrow · 3 months

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did you know that the Insulandian Phasmid quotes from the bible? I got curious if looking at the context of the bible quote would add anything to the interpretation of this scene, and maybe there are some parallels. Meeting the phasmid is like a revelation, just like how in that part of the bible god talks to Isaiah. (I can't belive im reading the bible out of all things for a video game lmao. god damn it.) yeah yeah maybe it's not supposed to mean anything other than the phasmid loves this world but it can be fun to look into it. maybe it is that deep

think of this as more of a web weaving post

You - I exist too. Insulindian Phasmid - Tell me what it's like for you. You - It's *wunderbar*. Insulindian Phasmid - Yes, holy is the lord of hosts. And all the Earth is filled with his glory.

Isaiah 6 BSB

In the year that King Uzziah died, I saw the Lord seated on a throne, high and exalted; and the train of His robea filled the temple.

Encyclopedia - (..)An Innocence is a continuous, compressed event, a sacred human being. It is an honour and a glory to live when one is in office. You - Is one in office now? Encyclopedia - No. We are alone.

Insulindian Phasmid - You are a violent and irrepressible miracle. The vacuum of cosmos and the stars burning in it are afraid of you. Given enough time you would wipe us all out and replace us with nothing -- just by accident. (...) You - Have I always thought this way? Insulindian Phasmid - No -- you're only thinking it *now*. This is a revelation.

Above Him stood seraphim, each having six wings: With two wings they covered their faces, with two they covered their feet, and with two they were flying. And they were calling out to one another: “Holy, holy, holy is the LORD of Hosts; all the earth is full of His glory.” At the sound of their voices the doorposts and thresholds shook, and the temple was filled with smoke.

In Hebrew, the word saraph means "burning"

Insulindian Phasmid - Tell me what it's like for you. You - Fire, burning.

Insulindian Phasmid - You were right. Little bubbles form on the mouthparts of the creature -- on its segmented lower lip. It looks to be foaming, slowly. The foam is white, then yellowish... Perception (Smell) - The faintest smell, like you've never felt before. Like burnt roses.

Insulindian Phasmid - The foam slowly turns a darker shade, like burnt caramel -- as the insect moves its mouthparts, masticating. The little bubbles begin to burst, one by one... Perception (Smell) - Letting out that same smell, like summer burning.

Then I said: “Woe is me, for I am ruined, because I am a man of unclean lips dwelling among a people of unclean lips; for my eyes have seen the King, the LORD of Hosts.” (..)

The Deserter - "I've seen the *real world*. In '06. The flags unfolding. Young people marching, being kind to each other. They dreamt of a million years in the stars. This here..." He looks down at the ashes. "Is pale in waiting."

The Deserter - "Straight to Yekokataa for this old revisionist." He gives you a little nod. "At last -- atonement for my sins: revisionism, reactionary ideation, desertion..."

The Deserter - "The material base for an uprising has eroded." He nods and blinks his black eyes. "The working class has betrayed mankind and themselves..."

(? maybe? idk.)

Then one of the seraphim flew to me, and in his hand was a glowing coal that he had taken with tongs from the altar. And with it he touched my mouth and said: “Now that this has touched your lips, your iniquity is removed and your sin is atoned for.”

maybe this one is a stretch (like the others too lol)

You - Lick your finger. Interfacing - It tastes like... sugar. Very faint. The arthropod towers above you, tufts of reeds pointing from limb and head alike. Perception (Taste) - Odourless, mostly comprised of water.

Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying: “Whom shall I send? Who will go for Us?” And I said: “Here am I. Send me!” And He replied: “Go and tell this people, ‘Be ever hearing, but never understanding; be ever seeing, but never perceiving.’ Make the hearts of this people calloused; deafen their ears and close their eyes. Otherwise they might see with their eyes, hear with their ears, understand with their hearts, and turn and be healed.” Then I asked: “How long, O Lord?” And He replied: “Until the cities lie ruined and without inhabitant, until the houses are left unoccupied and the land is desolate and ravaged, until the LORD has driven men far away and the land is utterly forsaken. And though a tenth remains in the land, it will be burned again. As the terebinth and oak leave stumps when felled, so the holy seed will be a stump in the land.”

Insulindian Phasmid - Everything your eyes touch goes back there -- behind the nerve mirror. What if you blink? Are we still here? (Please don't blink). What if you misplace us all one day -- or just forget? You - Have I always thought this way? Insulindian Phasmid - No -- you're only thinking it *now*. This is a revelation. You - This is the Gloaming I've been waiting for. Ever since I woke up in the hotel room.

Man with Sunglasses - "About *what?* You don't look like a cop..." He inspects you. "You know what you look like?" You - "Like a prophet?" Man with Sunglasses - "Not the prophet shit again..." He looks away.

Evrart Claire - "It says..." He looks in the folder. "Oh yes... very interesting. It says you're more like a mad prophet than a cop. Always rambling about the end of the world... I'm sure these stories are exaggerated."

Cop of the apocalypse (early version from the game files):

or perhaps

Rhetoric - You -- against the atom, the charm and the spin. Where the whole world failed -- matter failed to bend to human will; human will failed to get out of bed and tie its laces -- you alone, single-handedly, will rebuild the dreams of the working class. You are The Last Communist.

well regardless, the quote is another instance of christian symbolism in elysium

#disco elysium #de meta #'are my theories too wild' no. i need to get weider

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wingedjellyfishflight · 1 month

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Hunting Trip

"Have you even ever been hunting?" Ghost opens his mouth. "Animals, not people." His jaw snaps shut. "Yes, you can come with, but it's not like a mission. And you have to be nice. My dad and my brothers will be with us all week."

"I will play nice with your family, promise," he says, smirking down at you.

"I don't believe you when you say it like that, but I know it's the best I will get. You should be excited, though. I pulled really good tags. Moose, elk, and a black bear. I was not expecting the moose, or else I wouldn't have gone for the other two, but I can't turn down moose." He happily listens to you chatter away about the upcoming trip, your eagerness palpable.

"What will you do with the meat? And furs?" He doesn't really care, but he wants to listen to you talk.

"Oh, we have a guy that cuts it all up, and I'm old friends with a taxidermist. If I had more time, I would cut it up myself, but Captain said he can only give me one week, so butcher it is."

"Wait, wait, wait! You know how to cut up an animal? Why are you so bad at using knives in the field?"

"I hate using it against people. It's... too similar," you say with a small shudder before focusing back on the mission.

You catch a military flight back home three weeks later. You spend the trip curled up in the webbing and trying your best to nap after the week you had. Barely had time to clean up from the mission before you ran to the tarmac. Somehow, Ghost made it there long before you. Must be excited, you think, smiling up at the big guy.

Wrapping your arms around your dad and your big brothers doesn't feel like home, you realize with a pang. Not now that you are across the pond with the team. Price's gruff hug after a mission feels more comforting. Of course, part of it may be the glares they are shooting the "strange man" who walked in the door with you.

Introducing him isn't a disaster, per say, but for some reason, they had assumed you were bringing a woman when you told them a friend was tagging along. Luckily, tags haven't sold out since they assumed a woman friend wouldn't actually want to hunt, and you are able to get an elk tag for Ghost.

Your brothers mock him for living in a country without guns. The ribbing ends when he takes the rifle he is given apart for a thorough cleaning before putting it back together in record time. You know he is showing off and you also know that you won't have to clean the guns by yourself this year, which is a relief as your brothers and dad never seem to remember to clean them.

Your oldest brother talks about the moose he is going to get and the recipes he is going to make with it. You congratulate him on drawing a moose tag, too. He stares at you for a long moment before saying that he will be filling your tag and keeping the meat since you won't be able to take it all back.

"News to me. I got special permission and certification to bring back everything. I will be filling my tags and keeping what I get." Your brother looks like he's been slapped and opens his mouth to argue, but your dad steps in.

"Enough. You were supposed to ask, not make assumptions. She will be keeping what she kills, just as we have always done in this house."

The next morning, you wake up to see Ghost sitting and waiting in the chair next to your bed in the dark. The two of you sharing a bed had been an argument and a half the night before. It had only ended when you threatened to leave and stay at a hotel. You're more than capable of platonic sleeping, and you are old enough not to need to put up with their shit. It's still another two hours before the rest of the house will wake and three before you leave for hunting camp.

"Run?" You ask Ghost sweetly.

"Run," his deep voice responds. You manage good time, clocking in several miles before heading home, showering, and making breakfast. The bacon is finishing just as your dad ambles into the kitchen, dressed to go and yawning, but a smile on his face when he sees you cooking in the kitchen.

"You're up early, dear. Didn't need you to make breakfast for everyone," he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"Oh, I didn't. Bruvs are on their own. Asshats kept opening my door to look in last night. They're gonna oversleep, I'm sure," you say with a frustrated smile. Your dad chuckles and claps a hand on Ghost's shoulder in good spirits.

"Ready to put in some miles, son? Could be a long day."

"Lamb warned me. We did a short run so we wouldn't be too worn out be day's end," Ghost says politely. You shoot him a glare at the use of your nickname.

"Yeah, so we-" you try to interject.

"Lamb? Like what? Lamb to slaughter? That doesn't sound..." Your dad flounders on what to say.

Before you can salvage it, Ghost jokes, "More like a lamb sending men to slaughter. Your daughter can hold her own in the field." Your elbow to his side doesn't even slow him down.

"Field? You are consulting in the field now? It's too dangerous to be around all those amped up men, sweetie," your dad admonishes you gently as the three of you sit to eat a quick breakfast.

"Just sometimes. You know how much I love my desk, dad. If I didn't work out with Ghost, I'd get fat," you joke. You know your dad is skeptical, but he worries enough without knowing the true nature of your work. You miss the glance the two men exchange. Breakfast finished, you rope Ghost into loading the last of the gear with you, trying to keep him away from your dad.

It's only minutes before time to leave when you see your brothers stumbling out of the house to the truck. You make sure to sit between your middle sibling and Ghost. Annoyingly, your brother manspreads, squishing your legs over despite your protests. Ghost is nice enough to let you rest your legs against his, giving you a little more room. At least it's only a few hours to hunting camp. You made sure to bring your own tent and gear, so you and Ghost will be cozy the entire trip. You knew from the start that you didn't want your family to see your newly acquired scars, especially the burns on your back from last year's incident. Roasted pork had been permanently removed from your menu after that one.

"So, you two fuckin or what?" Your middle brother asks out of the blue about an hour into the trip.

"Or what," is your flat answer. No matter which is true, you're not one to kiss and tell.

"You ever hunted an elk before, boy?" You grimace at your brother's terrible mouth filter.

"Not elk, no," comes the answer from your other side.

"Oh, sheep? Antelope?" You try to intervene, but you're not fast or loud enough to drown out Ghost's answer.

"People." The rest of the ride is mercifully silent with your brothers seemingly absorbed in staring out the windows.

Reaching camp, you and Ghost work as a well-oiled machine. After so many months and especially after the time spent together in the last month in the field, you work silently and smoothly. You help your dad set up their tent, your brothers gearing up already to hunt instead. Between the three of you, camp is set in record time. Your dad begs off hunting, claiming he is going to take a nap after the early morning and long drive there.

Having pre-selected your hunting areas as a safety measure, the two of you set off into your designated zone. You let your brothers pick what they considered the prime area, hoping they would bag out early and give you time to fill your own tags. Luck is in the chilly air, though, as you see sign of a black bear not far from the trailhead. Stalking it, you realize it is stalking a herd of elk itself.

Setting up a shot can be difficult. It's even more so when you are hunting a predator. When you shoot your bear, Ghost takes down a big bull elk, too. You send him back to camp to grab your dad and get the animals ready to move. Your dad switches off with both of you to help pull the game back. You load them in the back of the truck and hug both of them excitedly, happy with the quick start to the trip. Two tags done and two to go. Your brothers have no such luck, and they are less than thrilled with your first day success.

You almost laugh when your brothers corner you later, demanding answers. "How could you bring someone like him?!" Your oldest brother is indignant.

"It's not like I work with fucking girl scouts. What did you think spec ops guys do?"

"You never said-" your brother starts.

"I said he was a coworker. The fuck do you think that means, idiot."

"All you do is push papers, course we assumed he did the same," your younger brother interjects.

"Whatever. He's here now. Deal with it and stop being rude to him," you growl out.

The next morning, you get up early and drive into the local butcher to drop off the elk and bear. You come back and set off on an all-day scout to find a moose. You find mostly older evidence of them around, but also spot another elk herd and sign of deer. Your brothers get one deer between them, and they celebrate as if it was a world record animal.

The third day, you roll out of bed antsy. "Run?" Ghost asks with a grin. "Run," you answer easily. This time, you push nearly ten miles before calling it quits. Coming back, sweaty, and flushed gets your brothers riled up. Your response is simple. "Keep your hair on, lads. We just went for walkies. Haven't been getting enough exercise in and eating too well with dad feeding us."

They both bristle at your casual use of British slang and storm off to hunt again, unwilling to even talk to you. Your dad shakes his head. "They'll never see anything crashing around like that."

"Nope. Dad, you take our section today. We are going to push further up and try to glass a moose, and we saw some good elk out our way." By the end of the day, you're tired, but you did find fresh sign, which is encouraging. Just as your dad had predicted, your brothers didn't see anything all day. Your dad, on the other hand, had opted to be picky and didn't take any shots, but saw many animals.

Day four, you decide not to go for a run. It could be a tiring day if you get a moose and have to haul it down. With that in mind, you stage extra gear partway up to be able to move a moose back to camp more easily. You finally glass the moose you've been tracking near mid-day, getting eyes on it for the first time. It's a huge bull, well over the minimum horn size. Your hands shaking slightly, you take the shot. The bull goes down after just a few steps. Processing it takes longer than any other game you've done, but with Ghost helping, you get back to camp not long after dark. Your brothers managed to shoot an elk today, and you celebrate with them, happy that they are happy.

That night, you wake up to a hand pressed to your mouth and a gentle voice shushing you in your ear. Another nightmare, you realize. Your whimpers had woken Ghost, and he covered your mouth before the screams started that would have woken up the entire camp. You thank him with a shaky voice, and he moves his sleeping bag next to yours, wrapping around you. It's what the team has done for months when in the field as a warm body next to yours staves off the screaming and whimpering. Though it doesn't help with the nightmares themselves.

You get up extra early and drop the game off at the processor before heading back to camp. Today is your last chance to fill tags if you want to bring the meat back, so you move fast tracking an elk herd. It takes most of the morning, but you manage to find them and drop a good-looking bull. Hauling it back, you are elated to have filled all of your tags in time.

When you reach camp, you see that your dad has finally gotten his deer, but your brothers were empty-handed again. They complain about not seeing anything. Unable to help yourself, you say, "Maybe if you didn't sound like a pair of trucks crashing through the woods, you'd see something." This sets them off. They think you are making shit up, again, and talking down to them.

You decide they are a lost cause at this point, but Ghost offers to show them a few tricks on moving silently through the forest. He jokes that he isn't as good as you, but he's good enough.

"That's just because she doesn't move. She just sits there waiting for someone else to do the work." Ghost just shakes his head, knowing he can't tell them any stories. Your dad watches you closely, realizing that there is something more going on here, but unable to pinpoint exactly what that something is.

The next morning, Ghost goes with your eldest brother, and you take your middle sibling into your section. You hope that separating them will help increase their chances of filling tags. Your brother pays closer attention than you'd thought he would, and his walking quiets tenfold. He keeps trying to talk to you until finally you snap at him.

"Please shut up. You can talk after you shoot something." Mercifully, he is quiet. You spot the elk herd you've been tracking and move him to set up the shot. He tries to silently argue about where to move to, but you glare until he follows your directions. He settles in and nearly spooks the herd, stepping on a stick as he shifts his body around. Thinking quickly, you almost perfectly imitate a young bull's call, which settles the cows and brings the bull closer to where the two of you are standing, looking for the challenging bull. Your brother successfully takes the shot. And he is ecstatic, whooping and hollering as the cows all take off into the surrounding forest, leaving you far behind.

You help your brother break the bull down for packing out. He looks a lot nervous at the size of one of the packs, clearly not looking forward to carrying it out, until you shoulder it easily. His surprise doesn't surprise you, though. Your brothers hadn't paid much attention to you after they moved out, and basically, none once you enlisted in the military. Upon reaching camp, you find that you are the first ones back. You help him load the elk into the back of the truck and make lunch silently. He looks like he wants to say something, but he never gets it out of his mouth. He spends the time simply standing around, thinking hard and barely interacting with you, though he is watching you closely.

When you hear heavy footsteps coming through the woods, you hurry to meet your dad, helping him drag his big elk back to camp. "Surprised you hauled it back yourself, old man," you tease.

"I've been dragging elk out of the woods for twice as long as you've been alive, girlie." The grin on his face couldn't be matched though when you load it up by yourself, waving him off. The last to return were not successful. It seems your older brother decided that he would show Ghost a thing or two and refused any advice or tips. Thus, he didn't see anything all day. You shoot a look of sympathy at Ghost. That couldn't have been easy to handle silently. He just rolls his eyes back at you, tapping his fingers on his thigh. You tap your fingers back at him and go back and forth in Morse Code. He tells you about how many deer your brother missed seeing sign of or scared off because he wouldn't shut up.

You share how your other brother did, and he smiles at the success you had with him. He tells you that you should take your older brother for one last morning hunt on the sixth day. Maybe you can make him shut the hell up.

Sighing out loud, you say, "Bro, I'll take you out tomorrow morning instead of Ghost. We will get your tag filled." Your brother agrees and mentions that he will show you how it is done, which makes everyone laugh at him.

"Bruv, we are filling your tag. I filled all of mine already. Seems I need to show you how it's done."

He sputters, and your younger brother adds, "It took us just two hours to find a herd of elk. She knows what she's doing, bro. Better hunter than me, for sure." This makes your oldest brother glower, but he finally shuts up.

In the morning, he tries to tell you what to do, and you finally tell him to knock it off after about twenty minutes. He growls, "I'm the oldest. I'm in charge."

You laugh quietly and respond, "Whatever, if you think age is all that matters, you're an idiot. Let's go, and if you want that deer, you'll listen to me. Ghost told me how many you missed or scared off by being too loud and cocky yesterday."

"He what?! Why didn't he tell me? We could have filled my tag yesterday!"

"Probably because you're being such an asshole to him." You shrug like it's the clearest thing in the world because to you it is. Grumbling, your brother follows you. Gradually, he picks up on your mannerisms and his walking quiets, but it still sounds like a moose shoving through a bush most of the time. You stop suddenly, and he nearly runs into you, not paying attention. Grabbing a bit of hair from a bush, you show him silently before walking on quieter than before. Slowly, sign becomes more frequent, and finally, you spot the deer herd. Your brother gets his deer, a big buck, and you help him break it down and load it into the packs. You add both hindquarters to one pack, and he complains that you're trying to load him too heavy. When you shoulder the heavier pack, he then jokes meanly that you're just showing off.

"Just give me that one. I don't want to have to switch off partway down because you're tired," he crows. You ignore him and set off down the trail, too annoyed to even respond to his rudeness. A grunt follows you as he shoulders his pack. At the halfway point, he is nearly wheezing with the added weight of the head on his pack.

"I need... to... stop..." he huffs. "This pack... is too... heavy..."

You wave at him to stop, and when he does, you walk around him and unhook the head from the top of his pack. Hefting it over your shoulders, you use the antlers to keep it in place at the top of your pack. "Let's go. We don't have all day," you call back to him. You can feel his stare as you hump down the mountain, moving faster now that he isn't slowing you down as much. Luckily, it's only a few miles to camp because you're exhausted after hauling so much on your back. Your dad scolds you that you should have sent someone back to get the rest of them to help, and you shrug it off.

"No sense in wasting time, dad. We got it down just fine." Happily, the three of them already have camp broken down except for the makeshift shower area. You've mostly avoided using it, just wiping down with a washcloth, but the deer head bled on your neck and down your back the whole way. "Ghost, can you help check me for ticks," you ask quietly as you strip off your gear before walking to the shower. Your brothers grumble about the two of you showering together, but you don't care as Ghost is the only one you trust to do it and the only one that knows why you won't wear tank tops very often anymore.

When you're nearly finished, Ghost convinces you to put lotion over your burn scars as they are flaring up from the lack of it in the last few days. He walks out in just a pair of shorts and shoes to dig through your pack, ignoring the suspicious stares of your brothers and their stares at his scarred torso. You manage to bite back the moan when Ghost swipes over the first scar, but not the whimper of pain when he brushes the second, which is severely inflamed. He whispers an apology and continues, knowing that you hate pausing part way when treating them, even if it hurts badly.

When you walk out fully dressed and he is still in just shorts, your brothers shoot him similar dirty looks. "Couldn't keep it in your pants a minute longer, eh?" says your younger brother angrily.

"You're disgusting! Havin sex with my sister feet away from her family," adds your older brother.

"Shut up, idiots. He was rubbing lotion on my s-back. I needed it done, and I can't reach the dry skin there easily," you growl at them.

"We know you're lying. You're disgusting. Can't believe you, seriously."

Your dad sees the stubborn set of your eyes and the hurt beneath. His sons have gone too far, he knows. "Knock it off, boys. You've been nothing but rude this entire trip, and I'm sick of it."

"But dad...!"

"Sugar, just tell them. You've been stepping around questions and hiding yourself long enough," Ghost's voice cuts through the air.

"You gay or somethin? Would make sense, but you know we don't care," your oldest brother says as he just can't help himself. It makes you mad enough to about face away from them and rip your shirt off angrily, showing them your back.

"No, bruv. He means I should show you why I couldn't make it on the trip last year. The things I hide by telling you that I consult for the Task Force rather than telling you that I am a member of the task force. I... I haven't wanted to worry you, dad." You nearly whisper the last in the complete silence that follows. Ghost rests a hand on your shoulder, watching their reactions carefully. Their eyes trace up and down the burns that mar the middle of your back and dipping down below the waist of your pants.

"You called from the hospital," your dad says finally. The pieces are clicking into place for him. "I remember hearing the beeping in the background, and you sounded... stressed."

"It was a long recovery. They had to harvest donor skin, but luckily, I got to be a guinea pig on a new treatment that sped things up," you say quietly.

"How did this happen? Why weren't we notified? You didn't let us visit or anything?!" You're surprised to hear your middle brother sounding upset. You take the time to fix your shirt, thinking about what to say.

"I was on a mission. There was a complication, and it bollocksed up the whole thing." You pause as you think back to it. "Anyway, I got caught under some burning shit and yea, this happened."

The glare Ghost gives you has you rolling your eyes at the intimidating man. "You forgot the part where you held a burning timber up to save someone and crawled out on your own, refusing to medivac until the mission objective was completed. I think that adds a few important details to the whole thing."

"And...what were you doing when this happened," your oldest brother demands.

"He was shooting anyone who tried to come near us. Saved my life, he did," you say with a grateful smile up at Ghost.

"So, you've been lying to us about your job and getting hurt, and what else? How do we know what to believe now? You only make it back here once a year, after all." Your oldest brother sounds betrayed, his tone accusing.

You just shrug and shake your head, ignoring his questions and accusations. "You gonna shower before we go, or can we break camp and head home?"

"Let's go. I want away from you as fast as possible," he sneers, turning away from you angrily.

"Fine with me," you say in a flat voice. You take down the last few tarps and drain the water with Ghost's help. The trip to the processor and back home is silent in the car, your dad and brothers thinking heavily on what they learned today while you and Ghost simply enjoy the peace and quiet. As soon as you get home, your oldest brother leaves, tires squealing as he takes off in his truck. You just shake your head, disappointed that he's still got his head so far up his ass after all this time.

You pack the meat from the butcher into coolers for the trip home to London. "You should probably call Captain and tell him to pick up another freezer or two," Ghost jokes as more and more coolers are filled and packed into the back of the truck you rented.

"I had three delivered while we were gone," you grin up at him. "Good thing I got my permission ahead of time. Captain is dying to try this stuff."

"You think they'll let you on with it all? It's more than I expected, and I thought I had a pretty good idea of what to expect," he says, a little worried.

"Oh, I grabbed bribe jerky from the butcher. They'll be excited enough not to care once I pass it around," you say with a knowing smile.

"You know the way to a man's heart, luv."

"Yes, ordnance and explosives," you quip with a loud laugh, making him grin down at you.

Telling your middle brother and dad goodbye the next morning is hard. They both hold tightly to you, and you nearly have to pry your dad off when you go to leave, his worries making him want to hold you tight and keep you safe.

"I'll be back next year, I promise. We probably will need to hunt extra, knowing how much the team will love this meat," you assure him with a smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek. You drive back to the air strip, happy to have ended things on a better note.

"So, yer dad is the dog's bollocks. Brothers are shite though," Ghost says as you drive away. You laugh. It's all you can do. When you show up with a pallet of coolers, the flight crew is ready to deny you until you hand over your certificates and small box of jerky to share between them. They eagerly call over the forklift to load the pallet, and you spend the whole trip listening to hunting stories from their childhood and telling your own with Ghost listening quietly at your side.

Captain Price is there waiting on the tarmac when you land. His eyes bulge when he sees how many coolers you brought back. "I take it the hunt was successful then," he teases.

"Yeah, just a bit. Bet you thought the freezers were overkill, eh?"

He laughs, "You know I did. Set them up anyway. Welcome home, kids," he says, ruffling your hair as he wraps you in a hug and gripping Ghost's arm in a friendly squeeze. You smile up at him, happy to be home with your team.

#ghost cod #cod #cod fluff #cod x female reader #simon ghost riley

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kairiscorner · 8 months

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four words

punk!miguel and reader

yes please 😋

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

punk!miguel x gn!reader headcanons

punk!miguel has two moods: being an annoying, cocky bastard and being an intimidating, more serious bastard.

punk!miguel loves towering over you. he enjoys smirking down at you and making you feel just how much smaller you are compared to him–it's not the feeling of being bigger than you that he likes, he craves to hear you cuss at him, and just seeing you get all furious at his teasing.

punk!miguel enjoys seeing you get all frustrated when he calls you those nicknames that just make you feel so... tiny when around him, like he's not taking you as seriously as he says he does: 'baby doll', 'mi chiquito/a', and of course...

"you're late to the action, my sweetest little gremlin." he cooed in a deep voice as he sauntered over to you all cocky, ripping his mask off from his head and shaking his unkempt hair. he smirked down at you and chuckled lowly as he bent down to your level. "what's the matter... pequeño/a? not too happy to see me?" he asked you as he placed his hand on your waist, feeling you squirm away from him and hearing you release those deliciously sweet little grumbles of frustration from your itty bitty mouth that sure knew how to complain a lot about him being a 'more powerful, capable spider person than you'... that can manage to piss you off beyond all comprehension.

"this was supposed to be a joint mission, o'hara." you remind him as miguel beat webbing up the anomaly and hoisting their unconscious self onto his shoulder, opening a portal up to HQ quickly as he turns to look at you with a shrug; his cocky smirk not leaving his face. "hey, chiquito/a, relax. it's not my fault your stubby little legs make you so slow that you gotta rely on a big, capable guy like me to help you out. ain't that right, my itsy, bitsy little spider?" he teases you as you huff, wanting to strangle him right now, but knowing that wouldn't solve anything, you kept your hands and anger to yourself. he chuckled, messing up your hair as he tousled it up with his free hand. "how adorable, see you back at HQ. that is, if you can keep up this time, cariño/a."

punk!miguel definitely plays music, preferably punk rock, but he prefers keeping that part of himself to himself. he's not embarrassed or anything, he's in fact, very confident in his music; the thing is, he wants to be better than he is already. he wants to make you stop and listen to his music, swoon to what he plays; and if he can't do that... then you won't get to see him play until you admit his talent's good enough to win you over.

punk!miguel likes teaching you how to play the electric guitar—he can play a bunch of other instruments too, though, like the acoustic guitar and such, but you were insistent on learning the electric guitar—and he loves feeling your soft, dainty little fingers underneath his longer, more calloused ones.

punk!miguel finds it so hot whenever you act all angry and take things in your own hands; he cheers for you whenever you silence everyone to alleviate the chaos, unironically.

punk!miguel would not hesitate going out, acting as your partner to protect you from people who think you're easy or soft. he hates it when people get that impression of you, but he's actually honored to get to know (and fall for) the real, raw you; one of the strongest spider persons in all of HQ, the most loving yet tough people he's ever met, and the only person who makes his heart beat for real, making him feel something other than it being a biological response.

"hey, now..." his low voice rumbled as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him as he glared down at a few people who kept clamoring around you, trying to get your attention when you clearly weren't interested in any of them. "what do you assholes what with my chiquito/a, hmm?" he asked them in a deep voice as he moved in front of you, shielding you from them. he knew you could protect yourself from all kinds of anomalies and villains, but when it came to confrontation, you sometimes struggled telling strangers to go away when you weren't behind that mask you donned on. luckily for you... miguel's always eager to step up to protect you.

"what? not gonna say anything?" he asked them as he towered over them, feeling you cling on to his jacket, making him slightly flustered, but still seething with rage at how these people couldn't even comprehend what personal space and boundaries were. as they left one by one, he turned back to you with a softer expression, holding your hand that clung to his jacket. he smiled all sweetly and chuckled. "pretty good, no? that's the only good thing about looking so scary, you get a bodyguard as well as someone to help you through all the multiverse's endless caca storms." he says as you move closer to him, letting go of his jacket to wrap him in a hug, catching him by surprise. "what's all this now?" "thank you..." you whispered as you clung on to him tighter, making him choke on his words. he cleared his throat as he felt an even worse fluster afflict him, making him smile wider.

he covered his smile up with his hand and pat your back with his other free hand. "you're... welcome. all the time, you're welcome. but all this is only for you, though." he said, adding that last bit in a rushed whisper so you wouldn't hear it clearly. you wondered what he uttered at the end of that statement, but you didn't mind. you always felt so safe around miguel, no matter how rough, stubborn, intimidating, or rebellious he seemed; he was just a big, cuddly, spiky teddy bear that was eager to hug you back... and do more things with in private (though he wasn't opposed to doing it in private, you two had autonomy over your own bodies. so if you'd... let him... maybe...)

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supercorpkid · 5 months

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Ace Reporter - part 4

Supergirl, Kara Danvers x Reader, Lena Luthor x Reader

Word Count: 2375.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.

Something brings you back from your trance. Probably the loud alarm saying that if you don't get out of this place in five minutes you're going to die. Five minutes is really not enough time to find the way out, so you run out of the bedroom and make your way to the other side to try and find the exit there.

You are met with a dead end, and on your way back you bump into Lena. She holds your arms to steady you. "Y/N! I'm glad I found you. Kara and I split up while looking for the exit."

"Dead end." You point to the hallway behind you.

Lena agrees with her head. Cleans the blood off your cheek before nodding to you, "I'm happy you're safe." She almost hugs you, but decides there are more pressing matters at the moment. "Let's find Kara and get out of here."

Lena holds your hand, guiding you to the direction you just left. That's when Kara appears in clear panic and points to another place, not wanting you to find her secret in that creepy room, unbeknownst of your current knowledge.

You do feel kind of safer knowing Supergirl is around. She said it herself, she won't let you get hurt for a story. She certainly won't let you explode just not to compromise her secret identity. Right? Right.

On your way out the three of you find the room with all Lex's hardcopies of clear wrongdoings. You grab everything you can see and get out of there less than a minute before the whole place explodes.

You make it back to National City, digging through papers, unraveling conspiracy theories and mazes of wickedness. Kara Danvers is snoring on the chair in front of yours, tired from keeping secrets and burning bridges. And Lena is also examining the documents in silence. When you can't read another word, you turn to her,

"Tough day, huh."

"Running into the atrocities my brother is responsible for, is not exactly a walk in the park for me."

Great fucking quote. Not on record, though.

"Sorry we didn't find him. Though I have to admit, I'd be a bit scared if we did."

"I don't blame you. I would have too." Lena smiles absently and a little bit too sincere. You can tell she immediately wishes to take it back. You're a journalist, after all.

"Well, you've dealt with all those Eve clones pretty well. I'm glad you and -" You stop yourself, looking at Kara. She is not sweet doofus Kara Danvers anymore. It's pretty much real to you that she literally is the strongest person on Earth and she could have ended all those clones in probably one blow.

Lena agrees with a nod, following your eyes. "She actually fights pretty decently, I didn't know that about Kara."

You furrow your brows, confused. "You didn't?"

"Honestly, no. I wonder where she was hiding all those moves."

"Yeah. And I wonder why." You whisper to yourself, staring at Kara. Is she really asleep? No way to know, she is such a good liar. She might actually be the greatest actor of all time. How else would she have kept this secret from her best friend for so long?

"Anyway, heard you need a quote from me to get back to Metropolis."

You take a deep breath, mostly annoyed with your editor for making you work so hard for a damn quote, but also kind of offended that all of your investigative skills and team work will be reduced to one scandalous quote from Lena Luthor. You literally uncovered a web of lies and terrible plans, but hey, that's not what he asked you for, so it probably won't even be used.

"I suppose it's what I came here for."

You grab your notebook next to you, waiting for her quote.

"Ready?" She asks and you nod your head, pen on the paper ready to write down whatever she says. "I think you're so much better than what the Daily Planet gives you credit for, and I believe CatCo is always in need of a fine reporter like you."

You stop writing, raising your head at her, confused. "What?"

"And I should know what CatCo needs, since I'm the owner."

"What?" How did you not know that, when it's precisely your job to know everything about the woman you came here to interview.

"And if offering you a job is not enough of a reason for you to consider staying in National City, I'd like to add that I, too, would like to have you closer." Lena's voice drops an octave and an eyebrow is raised. My God, she is sexy.

"With the risk of sounding like a broken record, what?"

Lena laughs, honest and carefree. Wrinkles under her eyes and it has to be one of the most beautiful things you've ever seen. "I'll let you consider it. If you decide not to stay, I'll give you the quote."

"Oh, ok." Your cheeks burn red. "Thanks, Lena."

When you finally make it to National City, Lena offers both of you a ride, but you and Kara decide to share an uber to your side of the town.

"We've uncovered some pretty sensible information on this trip to Kaznia." Kara says as soon as Lena gets inside her car. "And I know you must be dying to do an exposé-"

Does she know? Does Kara know what you saw in that weird bedroom? That you finally have put two and two together and noticed the obvious? Is she scared you're going to tell the world?

"But we have to be careful on how we're going to play this. If we blow the whistle on Lex, he could just go back to hiding and-"

"What?"

"Oh sorry, sometimes I talk too fast. I meant Lex and whoever is helping him inside the government. Obviously he had help to break aliens out of the DEO facility and-"

She doesn't know. Haven't got the faintest idea. Kara Danvers is here blabbing about Lex Luthor while you have this huge information about her. And about Clark.

"Oh my God Danvers, shut up." It's out of your mouth before you can stop it. Her eyes widen and you point to the car that just arrived. "I don't wanna talk about Lex, ok? I got hurt because of him, because of this damn crusade the Daily Planet put me through." You signal for the driver then slide inside the car. Kara follows you promptly. And with no amenities the driver just goes.

"Look, I know it was tough out there. But you did so well. You-you found this!" Kara is holding the documents so tight, like they would just fly out of her hands if she didn't.

"Yeah, and I also almost died for those stupid sheets of paper. I'm not Nancy Drew, ok?"

"You are!” You look at her in disbelief. “At least, you were out there!"

"Stop, ok? This means nothing to me! I'm not you, Danvers! I'm not ok with putting my life at risk for a fucking assignment. I really am not getting paid enough and I only have this one life."

"What are you talking about?" Kara asks and you raise your eyebrow at her as an answer, not wanting to share more. "What? You think I'm a cat with nine lives?"

You can't help a laugh that leaves your mouth. A very ironic one. Sour and hostile. It makes her wince at the sound.

"Damn, you really are the biggest dweeb I've ever seen."

She huffs, moving uncomfortably on the seat next to you. You ignore her, staring out the window. You don't even like National City that much, but you're honestly so glad to be here right now.

"I know you don't want to talk about it, but we're writing this together, aren't we? We have to decide on what can we expose and-"

"UGH." It's the only sound out of your mouth. You're so tired. You flew to Kaznia; the plane you were in almost crashed; you had to fight evil clones and you got beat up by one (which is rather embarrassing); you found out your work-colleague and your almost-nemesis' secret identities; and you also found out what the hell Lex is up to. You're exhausted. Right now, the only thing you want is to go back home, but stupid Kara Danvers won't shut up. "I wish Eve had punched your face instead of mine."

"WHAT?" Kara yells so loud, even the driver jumps in his seat. "Sorry, sorry." She apologizes to him, then turns back at you. "That's such a mean thing to say!"

"Why? It's not like you can feel anything." You roll your eyes, hand going to the cut on the side of your cheek that still burns.

"Of course I can feel things."

She's barely finished with her sentence and you're adding, "Oh my God, you let me get punched for nothing."

"I'm so confused right now."

"I KNOW, OK?" It's your time to yell, making the driver almost lose control of the car, and you have to hold yourself on Kara not to knock your head on the window. When the car finally stabilizes again, you continue. "I know you helped land the plane. I know you could've taken down all Eves by yourself. And I know about you and- and Clark." You stare deep into her eyes. "I know who you are."

Kara swallows deep, so loud you could hear it perfectly, and you're sure the driver could too. "Stop the car."

"Ma'am, we're in the middle of nowhere."

"Stop. The. Car." She repeats strongly, commanding. Must be her Supergirl voice. And the driver is not going to argue twice, so he does. He stops the car in the middle of fucking nowhere.

Kara pulls you by the hand and there's no fighting. Not when the strongest woman on the planet wants you out of the car, anyway.

So you stand there, with nothing but trees around while your ride home leaves you behind. You cross your arms and stare at her. God, you wish you were home. You wish you were never sent to this assignment. You wish you were never entangled in this mess with Kara Danvers. You wish you could just hate her from a distance instead from up close.

"How did you figure it out?"

"Well, you fighting all those clones with your bare hands was a pretty big tell. But what confirmed my suspicions was that weird altar they had for you there."

"You saw that too?"

"Yeah, it was pretty bizarre. I mean, who would have so many pictures of doofus Kara Danvers?"

"HEY! I'm not-" She huffs, unable to defend herself. "Whatever."

Kara walks from side to side, hands on the side of her head, clearly freaking out because you know her secret and she can't trust you. How could she? You're a random reporter who just came from Metropolis to find a story. And you did, you found the biggest one you could ever look for, and now you know the secret identity of two of the most powerful superheroes on the planet.

She finally breathes out all the weight off her shoulders, and comes closer, really close. So close she touches the cut on your cheek. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I let you get hurt." And you've known this woman for two weeks, but you know she means it. Can read it in her watery eyes. "I'm sorry I didn't realize how scared you were. I'm sorry I couldn't be Supergirl there."

"Because Lena doesn't know."

"Well, you weren't supposed to know either." She shrugs. Hands on your chin, eyes staring right at your soul. You dare to look at her lips, so close, so so close. Right there.

"Hey," You look back at her eyes and notice how scared she is. You know her secret, her biggest secret. You know a part of her not everyone knows. Not even her best friend! So you hold her free hand. "I promise your secret is safe with me. I know you have no reason to believe me. I mean, I didn't even like you until two days ago, so I understand the distrust. But this is a big thing. Bigger than whatever is between me and Kara Danvers. I would never put people's life at risk."

"Thank you." Kara gives your hand a little squeeze. "But what do you mean you didn't like me? I thought, I thought we were…"

"What? Friends?" A little smirk.

"Flirting." She admits and you gulp, taking your hand away from hers. She understands the signal so she lets go of your face too, but doesn't stop talking. "I thought it was all flirting banter."

It was. She is right. But you just can't admit this to her, or anyone.

So you let a sharp and deceitful laugh out. "Oh please. Even on a good day, we're barely amicable."

Kara furrows her brows, looking like a lost puppy and when she opens her mouth to argue, you cut her off, not ready for this conversation at all.

"So, do we get another uber or is Supergirl flying me to my hotel room? I really need to lay down after all this."

"Yeah. Yeah." She won't raise her head or look you in the eyes, but still picks you up in bridal style. "Hold tight."

Kara starts flying and you can't help but to hold her with everything you have. You can't believe you just gave Kara Danvers the power to drop you from a very tall height. You venture a peek down and holy fucking shit you are way too high. If she drops you, you're dead for sure.

You hide your face in Kara's neck. Breathe her in, and oh God she smells so good even after almost exploding in Kaznia. Ugh. Your stomach is all in knots and you wish you could just rationalize this strangled feeling, but right now Kara Danvers/ Supergirl/ Whoever is carefully taking you home, might be the person you loathe the most. Or love. You can't decide.

#supergirl #kara danvers #lena luthor #kara x reader #lena x reader #reader insert

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vodika-vibes · 6 months

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Round 6 *ding ding ding*

(This is where I stopped last time...)

Tup and "No one's ever going to hurt you again. I promise you that on everything I believe in."

Please and thank you, my love 💚💚💚

Never Again

Summary: You make a promise to Tup that he never asked for.

Pairing: Clone Trooper Tup x Reader

Word Count: 1745

Warnings: Reader is shot, Tup is Angry/worried, reader celebrates Diwali though I don't attach any specific ethnicity to them

Tagging: @trixie2023

A/N: I have an AU problem, I can't not make AUs they're so fun. Anyway, this was fun to write, and I think I'm happy with it. Also, I kept my description of Diwali very vague since I researched for five minutes rather than a deep dive.

Divider by Saradika

Alright, let’s do this one more time.

10 years ago, when you were just a little teeny-bopper from Manhattan, you were bitten by a radioactive spider, and you became the one, and only, Arachne. You saved some people, like your adoptive mom and your grandma, but you weren’t able to save others, like your adoptive dad and your brother.

The most important thing you learned in 10 years as Arachne is to always, always get up. No matter how hard you get hit. No matter how much pain you’re in. Staying down means death.

Three years ago, while in the middle of a fight with Kingpin, something weird happened.

Well, weirder than usual for New York.

A portal opened beneath you, and you fell. And when you landed, you weren’t in New York anymore.

Hell, you weren’t on Earth anymore.

It took you three months to determine where you were (Coruscant), and another two months after that to determine that there was likely no way to return to New York.

You’ve always been pretty good at adapting to new situations, so within a year of arriving on Coruscant, you had a new identity (well, the same identity, just all your documents claim you’re from Coruscant now, rather than New York) as well as a pretty good job (ironically, the tech in your world is more high tech then the tech here, which is so, so depressing-), the the friendly neighborhood Arachne is officially retired.

After all, Coruscant has the Jedi, it doesn’t need a web-slinging superhero.

And then the war starts.

And at first you weren’t going to get involved. Not your monkeys, not your circus. Plus, you’ve read enough science fiction about tampering with things that are supposed to happen, and the last thing you want to do is make things worse for people-

And then you met Tup.

Sweet Tup. Kind Tup. Gentle Tup.

Tup, who smiles at you like you confuse him a little, but laughs at your bad jokes.

Tup, who you teach to bake cookies in your too small apartment with your side pressed against his.

Tup, who’s destined to die.

You remember the day when you realized you had to get involved like it was yesterday. It was Diwali, and it wasn’t your first time celebrating it here, in Coruscant, but you invited Tup because, well, celebrating Diwali alone is just depressing.

You cooked all of your favorite foods, or, well, as close as you could with the food available to you on Coruscant, and you sat across from Tup and you watched him try all of the food, while you regaled him with the stories you grew up with, the stories your mother and grandparents told so enthusiastically-

And he grinned at you, a lopsided smile, and asked if he could invite some of his brothers next year. He asked if you minded if the Clones adopted this holiday for themselves-

And you remembered that Tup was meant to be dead within a year.

So you smiled at him, and told him that of course he could, and that you’d be more than happy to share other holidays from your culture. And by the time Tup left at the end of the night, with an entire tote filled with leftover food, you had come to a decision.

Tup will not die. You won’t allow it.

And, well, you’re from a world where all of this stuff was a movie. You know what’s supposed to happen. You know when it’s supposed to happen. And you have the ability to stop it.

So you pull your suit on, and strap your web slingers to wrist, and you pull your hood on, and for the first time ever, Coruscant meets the one, and only, Arachne.

Of course, back on earth you had a team of people who helped you. And the people of New York loved their spider person.

You don’t have that support network here.

And it only took a few days before you were listed as a threat to the people of Coruscant.

It takes three months.

Three months of hard work. Three months of skipping sleep in favor of investigating to find proof that Palpatine is as evil as you know he is. Three months of anxiety that you don’t have enough time to save Tup.

And then you have it. The proof of the chips. The proof of Palpatine’s plan.

And then you’re shot with a slugthrower.

Not your first time getting shot, but it’s not like you develop an immunity to bullets. You use a web to stop the bleeding, and you make your retreat. You stick to the shadows, clinging to walls and only swinging from building to building when you know it’s safe.

And you eventually make it back to your apartment.

You zip through the open window, and land on the ceiling, your hand pressed over your side, where the bullet ripped a hole in you, and then your spidey sense pings.

You lift your head and your gaze locks with Tup’s.

“Oh. Shit.” You breathe out under your breath.

Tup grabs his blaster and immediately takes aim, and you swear, “Wait! Waitwaitwait!” You say quickly, and then you rip your mask off, “It’s just me, Tup.” You say, “Please don’t shoot me. I’m already holy.” You giggle at your own joke, “Get it, because I was shot?”

Tup’s jaw is slack, “What the actual hell, cyare?”

“Because I have a hole in my sid-”

“Not about that! What is this?” He gestures to you and the ceiling and the suit, “Are you wearing spandex?”

You look down at your black and purple suit, and then look back at him, “I look amazing.”

“You…” Tup takes a deep breath, and folds his hands in front of his face, “Cyare. Get off the ceiling. Now. Please.”

You flip off the ceiling, and land lightly on your feet, “Ta-dah?”

“You realize that every single member of the GAR is hunting you, right?” Tup demands.

“Yeahhh-”

“There’s a shoot on sight order!”

“That does explain why the Corries shot me-”

“Cyare! What’s going on? What is all of this?”

You fold your hands in front of your face, “Uh…okay.” You smile brightly, “Chancellor Palpatine is a Sith Lord who is orchestrating this entire war from behind the scenes. You and your brothers have biochips in your brains that are designed to overwrite your free will. Palpatine’s plan is to use those chips to order the clones to murder all of the Jedi, including the babies, and create an empire where he’s the absolute ruler.” You say, very quickly, “I have proof.”

“...what.”

“Oh, also,” You add, “Your chip is degrading. You’ll get decommissioned for the murder of a jedi, and I refuse to let that happen, so I got involved.”

Tup’s complexion has gone a little gray, “What?”

“I spent the last three months looking for the evidence I needed. And I was worried that I was going to run out of time, so I asked Rex to keep an eye on you-”

“Is that why my brothers have been hovering around me so much recently?” Tup demands.

“Yeah. Sorry.”

Tup closes his eyes, and sighs again, “You said you have proof?”

“I’m bringing it to the Jedi as soon as I finish stitching myself up.” You reply.

Tup stares at you, “You’ve lived on Coruscant for over a year, but you only recently got involved…why?”

You hesitate, and then you flash a small smile, “No one’s ever going to hurt you like this. I promise you that on everything that I believe.”

“You’re doing all of this…for me? Why?”

You meet his gaze evenly, “Because I love you.”

Tup’s hand falls to his side, “Oh.”

“And I want you to be alive more than anything else.” You continue, “Even if you don’t feel the same. Even if you hate me because of the whole…Arachne thing. That’s what it means to love someone.”

He stares at you for a long minute, and then he laughs, “You’re so…stupid.”

“Yeah…I’ve heard that before.”

He crosses the room in several large strides, and he brings his hands up to cup your face, “You could have asked for help.”

“Didn’t want to get you involved.” You admit as you close your eyes and lean into his touch. “Didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“Well,” He replies, “I am involved, and I don’t want to see you get hurt either.” Tup gently strokes your cheeks, “You said you were shot?”

“Yeah,” You gesture to your web coated side.

“Let me call Kix-”

“I have a fully stocked first aid kit in my bedroom, Tup. I can stitch myself up. I can’t…he’ll recognize a bullet wound, Tup. I can’t risk that. Not when I’m so close.”

“...fine. But I’m helping.”

“Deal.”

You allow him to help you into the bedroom, and you gratefully sit on the bed as he vanishes into the bathroom to grab your first aid kit. You strip the top part of your costume off, and you grimace as you poke the hole in your side.

“Cyare-” Tup pauses when he sees you sitting on the bed without your top on, “This is a full trauma kit,” He continues.

“Yeah, I know. There should be a sterile needle and thread at the bottom.” You reply.

Tup sets the box next to you, his gaze darting from scar to scar on your torso, “Cyare…some of these injuries-”

You smile at him as you dig the needle out of the crate, “At some other point in time, I’ll tell you about some of my greatest foes.”

“Including the one that tried to skewer you?”

“Which one?” You ask with an amused smile.

“Babe-”

“Sorry, sorry. Not funny, I know.” Your smile becomes soft and warm, “Thank you for staying, Tup.”

“Yeah, well…” He takes the needle and moves behind you, “I’m still angry. This is stupid and reckless, but…well, you do what you have to when you love someone, right.”

“Yeah…wait-” You crane your head to look at him, “Tup?”

“Hold still, I'm trying to give you stitches.”

“Yeah, I get that, can we talk about-”

“Absolutely not.”

“But-” You stop when you feel his lips, warm and soft against the back of your neck, and you feel your entire body heat with sudden embarrassment.

“Later.” Tup promises with a small laugh, “Now. Hold still, this is probably going to hurt.”

#star wars #tcw #clone trooper tup x reader #tup x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

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howdoesagrapewrites · 10 months

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dam the angst poly!gayatrixpavitrxreader fic was so good it broke me man :( /pos

Maybe some fluff time? please? Like they do stuff for their first anniversary? Maybe the reader wants to surprise them but they find out that all of them individually had a surprise for the other two? i think that would be nice :)

Thank u and have a great day! :)))

𝙃𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 (𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙) 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙨

Cw: fluff, poly!gn!reader x Pavitr Prabhakar x Gayatri Singh,

Notes: a little break from the yandere stuff, I hope you like it!

>If we're following the tricycle storyline, Pavitr and Gayatri technically have their anniversary before, but none of them want to celebrate it that way, they weren't really happy since they were crushing on you and feeling guilty about it

>They still remember it and give little presents to eachother, but nothing too big, Pavitr calls it a "pre-versary" and he has one for you too, it's the day you bumped into him in the hallway, but you don't remember it and just assume is a little gift without much meaning (just a nice thing to do y'know)

>Pavitr isn't great at keeping secrets when it comes to the most important people in his life, but he's determined to keep your anniversary a surprise

>But so is Gayatri, and so are you

>Which leads to incredibly awkward exchanges

>"You said you'd be at the park, but I passed on my way to the bus stop, and I didn't see you" you asked

>"I was at the other side, near the pond. Feeding ducks" Gayatri sounded oddly serious about it

>"There's ducks now?" You excitedly questioned

>"Yes, it's very recent..."

>Gayatri had to create a community plan and run it through the city hall to have ducks at the park so you didn't suspected, at least you and Pav were happy about it. Pav got extremely attached to one of the ducks and now you have to visit them every week or he cries

>This has been going on for at least three months, And you're pretty sure you've been seduced to ignore certain things

>"Pav why were you- he cut you off, a finger to your lips and another hand gently holding your chin so you look up to his deep set eyes, he kisses you softly, leaving you dumbfounded and uninterested in whatever you were about to ask

>Since it's your first anniversary, you are still in highschool, making things even more complicated

>You stayed after school and stole their locker keys (for a good reason), and spent the whole afternoon stuffing flowers in their lockers so that they'd be showered in petals when they open them

>You were practically unable to sleep that night, you planned the whole day to surprise them, the fanciest dinner a high school student could afford, heartfelt long letters, and trinkets here and there that you knew they'd like, you were also really excited to see what they got for you

>But you woke up to anything but a happy anniversary

>First thing in the morning and you heard ruckus coming from a few blocks

>You looked through your window and see a weird looking villain of the week

>"Ah, spiderman will handle it, it doesn't matter" you said calmly until you remembered "wait- Spiderman's my boyfriend"

>You get dressed in a rush, grab a fruit and start running/biking to the center of whatever's going on, you know Pavitr wouldn't want you there, but you can't help it

>You're horrified when you see Gayatri tied up to some sort of machine, she wiggles around to try and free herself

>You get to the building without catching Pavitr's attention and start running the lots of stairs it takes to reach the rooftop

>As you're finally get to it, climbing the firescape ladder (I hope you know what I'm referring to)

>"Jaanu! You're not-" he uses his webs to stick the villain to the wall "You're not supposed to be here"

>"What do you mean? I already kidnapped your girlfriend, who's this?!" The villain said, he had a green enlarged head looking like a skull

>"For such a big head you're pretty close minded you know?" Pavitr said, he triumphantly swinged to the rooftop as he left the webbed up villain to the police

>You ended up recurring to your teeth to break the rope with odd materials holding your girlfriend captive

>"sweetie! Thank you, thank you, but you shouldn't have come in here!" Gayatri said between kisses and hugs

>Pavitr joined the hug and apologized for everything, of course you told him it wasn't his fault

>"Happy anniversary, I guess" you smiled

>Gayatri started looking in her pockets and found the three lockets she got for you "I'm so lucky they didn't fell off" the gold heart shaped lockets had a photo of you three you took on a photo booth almost a year ago

>Maybe it wasn't like you planned, like any of you planned, but it was a good day, any day you spend with them is beautiful in its own ways, and you hope you can keep having days like these (maybe with a little less kidnapping) for the rest of your life

#atsv x reader #atsv pavitr #gayatri singh #pavitr prabhakar #pavitr x gayatri #pavitr x reader #gayatri x reader #pavitr prabhakar x reader

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scoobydoodean · 3 months

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question for you, if you're interested: with all the usual caveats that we can never truly know authorial intent, do you think 04x21 was intended to inspire sympathy for sam? dean? both? neither? i've been wrestling with it but i'm conflicted. would love to hear any thoughts you have :)

Oooh interesting question!

The TL;DR would be that I think it's supposed to help us understand both Sam and Dean's perspective, and absolutely—Sera Gamble wants us to feel sympathy for Sam. However, I also don't think the implication is intended to be that Sam is actually doing something he should be doing or that Dean is mean and unfair. It's just supposed to help us make sense of where Sam's head is, because he's been lying to everyone (including himself) all season.

In terms of Sam's season 4 motivations, 4.21 is a firehose. It fleshes out a huge tangled web of motivations Sam has for his actions, some of which are much more sympathetic than others. In that sense, I would say Gamble's primary goal in 4.21 is to make us understand and feel sympathy for Sam. We also get some of Dean's perspective (especially during his conversation with Cas and Bobby), but I think the primary focus is Sam, and that's timely, because the episodes leading up to this one show a lot of Sam's arrogance. We're repeatedly reminded from 4.14 to 4.20 that Sam absolutely thinks Dean is weak because of Hell (despite claiming "it was just the siren talking"), that Sam is a liar (and isn't even good at it), that Sam has an inflated (and growing) ego, and that Sam is self-deceived about his intentions (Pam and Chuck both point to it). We also see him scathingly compared to John in 4.19 (and while the episode gives us insights into some of Sam's driving motivations as well, it ultimately paints him in a fairly unsympathetic light imo). 4.21 formally lays out a variety of Sam's motivations that were touched on during the season, through his hallucinations in the panic room. Many of them involve a warped perception of events:

Sam can't fight destiny. Sam was never going to be normal. There was never any point in fighting. This is his destiny (4.04, 4.08, 4.19).

Sam is a monster. Monstrosity is inescapable and innate to Sam's nature, and the only way to fix his self-image is to prove that that monstrosity (represented by demon blood) doesn't make him evil and can be used for good (i.e., stopping the apocalypse). (4.04, 4.05).

Sam is just doing what needs to be done. His actions are ruthless, but he's the only one who can save the world. He needs to do this even if it kills him (4.14, 4.16, 4.18)

Dean can't do what needs to be done. Dean is weak (4.14, 4.16, 4.18).

Dean needs Sam to save him (4.18).

Sam wants revenge on Lilith (4.09, 4.18).

Sam wants justice against Lilith (4.21 only).

Mary and Jess's deaths are Sam's fault (1.05, 1.21), and he has to make their deaths mean something by using the demon blood (to which their deaths are connected) to do something good and make their deaths "worth it" (4.04).

The demon blood makes him feel better for being different. It makes him feel stronger and better than everybody else. A part of him likes it. Sam feels intense shame about this and it's the number one thing he hasn't been able to confront (4.15, 4.18).

More generally, the hallucinations show that Sam's motivations are incredibly varied, and that Sam fights within himself about whether the things he thinks about himself and everyone else are really true. The internal battle also indicates Sam's incredible uncertainty despite his bravado from 4.12 to 4.20. Deep down, Sam is not actually sure he's doing the right thing. He also questions whether he's actually strong enough to stop the apocalypse and whether Dean might be right that the demon blood is making him weak.

All of these bits of context feature oodles of self-deceit, and some of the motivations he denies, because he's talking to people he's hallucinating, but they are all ultimately Sam's thoughts. The motivation that gets called out as deceitful the most directly is when Sam hallucinates Dean telling him he's already a monster and always has been one, that Dean pretends to love him like a brother, but that they aren't even the same species. This is both a reflection of Sam's feelings about himself and Sam's beliefs about Dean's feelings, and while it's all being said, Dean is upstairs contradicting the conversation Sam is having in his head.

Dean is upstairs telling Bobby he'd die for Sam, and he's willing to become the shady-AF angels apocalypse-stopping bitch boy if it'll keep Sam from having to turn himself into a monster to achieve the same goal. Dean actually asks Cas if Sam could stop the apocalypse with his demon blood powers in this episode as well, proving it's something he was actually willing to consider, contrary to the dogmatic lens some fans view him through on the issue. Cas tells Dean that it's possible Sam could stop the apocalypse, but that Sam would have to consume so much blood he'd never be able to come back from it. This is what pushes Dean to commit to serving the angels. This is a decision Dean makes even though he explicitly does not want to. He doesn't trust the angels (4.02, 4.07, 4.09, 4.10, 4.15, 4.16, 4.17, 4.20), and previous episodes highlight Dean's growing discomfort with their sense of entitlement to him (4.15, 4.16, 4.17). He agrees to give himself over to them anyway.

Sam's repeated acts of deceit (and the outright cruelty of his views in 4.14 that he reiterates to Dean at the end of 4.21) reinforce Dean's belief that the demon blood is turning Sam into something he isn't. I'm also sure Sam getting slammed into walls by the force of his own powers in this episode did not exactly assuage Dean's concerns. Neither did him going into withdrawal and growing so desperate for a hit (during Ruby's 100% intentional absence) that he completely ruined an entire season of secrecy about consuming demon blood to drink the blood of a demon right in front of Dean and Cas in 4.20, blood all over his mouth and everything. He totally lost control.

Basically, I think we're supposed to see two different perspectives, and feel sympathy for Sam, while also understanding that Sam is deceived about what he's doing and his own identity. He hallucinates his own mother telling him he's evil and that he should die to make her death mean something ffs—it isn't that what Sam feels is the truth—it's that he believes it is.

Unfortunately, Dean reinforces one of Sam's broken beliefs at the end of the episode by saying that if Sam doesn't realize what he's doing is wrong and stop, it means not his actions, but his inner nature might actually be the problem. However, this line isn't supposed to uniquely demonize Dean. It comes right after Sam reiterates his statements about Dean's trauma making him weak, and acting entitled to trust after over a season of secrets and lies. What's so fascinating and tragic, is that both Sam and Dean, on the apocalypse issue, are at some level placing a hope for redemption in being the one to end the apocalypse. Dean hopes that stopping the apocalypse will make up for what he did in Hell (4.05, 4.15). Sam hopes that stopping the apocalypse will prove he isn't a monster. Each of them is also contending with their brother's image of them not being what they want it to be. At the end of 4.21, Dean knows that Sam truly believes Dean is weak for being traumatized by decades of torture, and Sam knows that Dean thinks he might be a monster beyond saving. The end of 4.21 is them each digging into the other's most terrible wounds. While I think there's a tendency for some fans to focus in on what Dean says to Sam (partly because of the incredibly emotional reaction it produces from Sam, and then later Bobby), I think the mutual harm here is plain (and we know from my multiple bitchy posts today and yesterday that Sam entirely loses my sympathy in the last few scenes of the episode ofc). But I do think that final fight is supposed to feel balanced as it separates the brothers through mutual harm.

That's the main response, but if you're interested... a word on Sera Gamble as a writer and some of the larger themes in play here:

4.21 is a Sera Gamble episode, and Gamble likes both of the brothers a lot I think. She wrote "Houses of the Holy", and "Nightmare" which are heavily focused on Sam's fears about his monstrous destiny. However, her first episode was "Dead In The Water". She wrote "Faith", "Salvation", "Heart", "Dream A Little Dream Of Me", "Jus In Bello", "Time Is On My Side", etc.

If I had to form the episodes she'd written into a sort of Gamble thesis on the brothers up to 4.21, I'd have to say she definitely sees Dean as the heart of the family and the moral center.

She writes Sam disinterested in helping someone in the absence of leads on their father (1.03). She writes "Faith" where Dean feels horrible about someone dying in his place and Sam quickly lets it go, just happy to have his brother alive. She writes "Bloodlust" where at the end of the episode, Dean reflects back on all of their past actions with monsters and how John raised them and wonders if they killed monsters that didn't deserve it, while Sam has no such qualms and lends sympathy for their father's emotional state instead. She writes Sam wanting to turn himself and Dean into immortals (3.15), and considering human sacrifice in "Jus In Bello". She writes Sam insisting on entering Dean's dreams in "Dream A Little Dream Of Me" despite Dean's protests about his privacy. She writes him instantly leaping to toss aside Dean's dying wishes so he can get revenge against Lilith in Dean's name (4.09).

All of this suggests a Sam who is desperate to keep his family alive (with a side of John's "losing sight of the actual family in the face of revenge for the family"). She writes a Sam who will jump to extremely morally dubious plays to keep Dean alive or save him and won't feel bad about it. Season 3 features a lot of Dean trying to be the person who curbs those impulses, and Sam (usually) ultimately conceding. I think there is an element of this dynamic in 4.21 when she writes Sam to say, "You [Dean] take the wheel. You call the shots". I think Gamble's really talking about Sam letting go of some of his most morally dubious plans to save Dean because of Dean insisting on it—within her own episodes (3.12, 3.15) and others (ex: 3.16).

I've written about how one of Sam's motivations in season 4 is that from his perspective, Dean's relatively more inflexible morals got Dean killed, and Dean getting killed then sent Sam into a suicidally depressed tailspin. Dean would rather die in 3.16 than sacrifice his moral principles, and Sam would rather have sacrificed both of their moral principles than see Dean die. This fundamental difference between the brothers runs through their entire season 4 conflict, from Sam calling Dean weak for being traumatized by Hell, to Sam lying to Dean all season, to Dean risking Sam's death to detox him from demon blood in 4.21, to Sam conflating a moral clash with loyalty and trust.

#writer disk horse #mail #monstermoviedean #4.21 #season 4 #the flannel business #sams motivations #i wanted so badly to believe i could be saved #i carved you into a new animal #gamble

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separatist-apologist · 11 months

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Lying In Between The Memories

You could call it paradise but it looks just like hell to me

Summary: Following the blood rite, Gwyneth Berdara can't shake the memories of a life long-gone.

The shadowsinger can't seem to move on after five centuries of loving the same woman.

Together, they'll have to carve a new path forward.

Read on AO3 | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

[ongoing TW for Sexual Assault]

Somewhere between lunch with the High Lord and Azriel and Nesta returning from the Illyrian Mountains, Gwyn found herself standing in front of Merril, trying to explain her upcoming absence.

“The timing of this is terrible, Gwyneth,” Merril said with a heavy, displeased sigh. “Surely there is someone more competent?”

Surely, she wanted to say though Gwyn didn’t dare. “The High Lord requested me specifically,” she replied, forcing herself to remain polite and neutral.

“I suppose I could write him and say—”

“I’m going,” Gwyn interrupted, drawing Merril’s attention. The older priestess looked up from the papers strewn over her desk, eyes alight with surprise. Gwyn had never spoken to her with anything but respect but this was too edged with her frustration to be mistaken as kindness. Gwyn didn’t know how to untangle the messy web of feelings knotted in her chest. Only that every time someone tried to stop her, defiance tumbled out of her unbidden. No one thought she was capable of anything.

Except, she supposed, her very close circle of friends. Cassian had recommended her to Rhysand, hadn’t he? And surely Nesta supported it—or would, when Gwyn had a chance to tell her. Emerie, too, even if she thought it was a bad idea. But Azriel and Merril stood like a wall before her, disapproving and skeptical.

“I’ll find someone who can pick up where I left off,” Gwyn added hastily. She would have to return eventually, and it would be nice to have her post back when she finished. Merril, despite her flaws (of which there were many), was one of the best researchers in the Night Court. Securing a position with her had been a testament to Gwyn’s skill. She wanted her own office one day, where she might research the things that fascinated her while an apprentice worked beneath her.

“Don’t bother,” Merril said, narrowing her twilight eyes. “Leave, if that’s what you wish. But don’t think you’ll be returning to me, Gwyneth.”

Gwyn froze. “What?”

It was so deeply unfair. Merril reclined in her chair, snow white hair draped over the blue of her robes. A feline smile spread over her truly beautiful face though to Gwyn right then, there had never been anyone uglier. She could be so cruel.

“You heard me. You can stay and keep your position, or you can run off on your little adventure and fight the other priestesses for a new position when you return.”

“But I earned this,” Gwyn protested, anger rising hotly in her throat. “And the High Lord asked me!”

“Asked,” Merril agreed. “Not demanded. You’re choosing to leave, and there are consequences to your actions.”

Gwyn swallowed the lump in her throat to keep herself from screaming, her resentment dragging her under like a furious riptide.

“Fine,” she whispered, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. Not sadness—but anger, bruising her already fragile pride. She’d come back to Velaris worse than when she’d left, but maybe the High Priestess would recognize the work she’d done in Montessere and reward her for it anyway. And if she didn’t, well…

Well Gwyn would have to figure it out. She wasn’t going to be bullied into staying, even if deep, deep down Gwyn wasn’t sure she even wanted to go. The more people like Merril and Azriel betrayed how little faith in her they had, the more she felt the need to prove them wrong.

“Gwyneth—!”

Gwyn stormed out, slamming the door loudly in her wake. It was childish and she knew it, but for just a second, releasing a burst of anger felt good. And then it felt bad again, which was what made the whole thing childish and stupid. Gwyn’s anger was more than just Merril or Azriel—it was vast and unyielding, a yawning cavern that had swallowed her whole long, long ago. There was no climbing the smooth, stone walls of that prison. There was only acclimating to the dark.

And, on occasion, slamming doors and acting petulant.

Gwyn ignored Clotho at the desk, watching with those too-knowing eyes of hers. If she stopped, Clotho would reprimand her in that silent, soft way of hers and Gwyn would go back to Merril’s office and apologize. Gods, but Gwyn knew she should. She ought to grovel and plead and beg, which might appease Merril enough to hold her spot.

But she couldn’t. Not after the scene she’d made. Maybe tomorrow, Gwyn reasoned, knowing full well she’d have a different reason why she shouldn’t. She was too young to be a lead researcher and she knew it.

And still she hoped.

With nothing else to do, and no training, Gwyn made her way up hoping Nesta had returned so she could at least get some idea of what Rhysand might actually want from her. Up Gwyn went, nose wrinkling when the scent of sex and Nesta and Cassian’s mating bond hit her full force. It had been a while since they’d smelled so potent.

It had been a year, she realized. Nesta and Cassian were celebrating. Gwyn had completely forgotten. She started to turn and slip back out but Cassian strolled down the hall, lacing up a pair of dark pants with a smile on his face. Gwyn’s eyes immediately fell to the floor when she saw his tangled hair and his lack of shirt. She’d grown up hearing stories about how territorial mates were, and though she didn’t think Nesta would ever believe she was after Cassian, better to not give her a reason, either.

“Hey Gwyn. Nes is in the study if you’re looking for her.”

Gwyn offered him a bland smile. “Thanks.”

“I heard you took Rhys up on Montessere,” he added, drawing her attention back to his face. Cassian was just easy to like. Despite his size and the way he looked like he could kill her with just two of his fingers, Gwyn only ever felt safe around him. Even without a shirt, even reeking of arousal and her best friend.

“Yeah,” she replied lamely, unsure what to even say.

“Azriel can be a hard bastard,” Cassian told her not for the first time, though there was affection lacing his words. “But there’s no one better to have around when things go sideways. And don’t tell him I said this, but I know Rhys and I will sleep better knowing someone has his back.”

“I doubt he wants or needs someone at his back,” Gwyn replied, shifting uncomfortably. Azriel would likely chew them both out for the audacity to think so.

“Well of course he doesn’t. None of us do. That doesn’t make us right. Just keep an eye on him, yeah? For me?”

“Sure,” she agreed, certain Azriel would put a knife to her throat if he ever caught her trying to keep an eye on him. He was the spymaster and she was still just a student. She could watch him while he ate, she supposed, and whenever he decided to show his scowling, disapproving face.

Cassian didn’t stop her from leaving without so much as a goodbye, though she felt his eyes trailing her down the hall. Gwyn took the steps two at a time, knees creaking by the time she reached the top. It felt good, and settled some of the anger pumping just beneath her skin.

Nesta was serene in the study, remolded to better suit her tastes. Gwyn had to admit that the warm black and green made the space feel small and inviting despite the thrown open curtains that brought in the limited autumn light.

Nesta was curled in a squashy chair far from Cassian’s desk, book in hand. Her neatly braided hair had half unwound, framing her bright blue eyes and kiss stained lips.

My best friend. Gwyn couldn’t believe, even now, that Emerie and Nesta had chosen her. She still couldn’t believe it. Smiling, she offered Nesta a compliment. “You look good.”

“I feel good,” Nesta replied, stretching her legs like a cat. “I needed that.”

“Oh yeah?” Gwyn teased, walking to the heavy white rug that covered the majority of the floor. Cassian had turned the room into a smaller version of the library, building the shelves in the walls himself, complete with a hanging ladder Nesta could climb to reach all the way to the ceiling. All Nesta’s favorite books were housed here, arranged alphabetically by her, Gwyn, and Emerie over a particularly fun weekend.

A crimson blush stained Nesta’s cheeks. “Oh, stop. It feels like we’re never alone.”

“Maybe you should find a cozier place,” Gwyn suggested, well aware Nesta loved the house. Nesta grimaced, eyes fixed on Gwyn. With her book set against the little side table, she crossed her arms over the amethyst dress she wore and asked, “Is there something you want to tell me?”

“It seems you already know,” Gwyn replied. “I barely know myself given I just sent the High Lord a letter last night and he hasn’t even responded.”

“The bats are busy bodies,” Nesta said affectionately. “Cassian knew before we left this morning and has not stopped talking about it. I’m surprised, though, given you’ve been dodging me and Em lately.”

Shame pooled low in Gwyn’s stomach. Nesta was far less polite than Emerie was, and those eyes demanded a truthful explanation. The problem was Gwyn–she couldn’t tell Nesta the truth because Nesta, in true Nesta fashion, would move heaven and earth to try and make things right.

And though people still whispered Lady Death whenever Nesta was around, even Nesta could not bring back Catrin.

She couldn’t erase the memories from Gwyn’s mind, nor could her cursebreaking sister. Nesta had defeated her demons—but Gwyn had not. And maybe she never would, either. Not everyone could be Nesta Archeron. Nesta was strong and sometimes, when Gwyn was honest with herself, she didn’t think she possessed that same easy strength.

So Gwyn decided to lie. “Things are bad with Merril. She’s…” Gods, but this was true, wasn’t it? And her emotions certainly felt real as she forced herself to say, “She’s taking a new apprentice.”

Nesta’s eyes went wide with sympathy before narrowing into anger. Silver flame, the little piece still left from the Cauldron, erupted in her gaze. “I’ll go—”

“No!” Gwyn interrupted, hands thrown out in front of her. “No, I…”

Nesta waited, leaning forward until her elbows rested on her knees. “I need to figure it out,” Gwyn finally said lamely. If Nesta went barrelling down the stairs demanding answers and special treatment, no one would work with Gwyn ever again. They’d think she was trying to use the High Lord’s family against them, and Rhysand was supposed to be outside the bounds of the library. He housed them, he paid them, and certainly benefited from their research, but he had no authority within those walls. To let an Archeron try and upend that would cause nothing but trouble.

“Let me help,” Nesta implored.

“I’ll be leaving soon. Merril was never going to hold my spot,” Gwyn heard herself say with forced cheer. “I’ll worry about it when I get back.”

Nesta didn’t seem convinced, though. Gwyn needed to change the subject before Nesta devised a plan that would see Gwyn reprimanded in a painful, public way. There was only so much humiliation she could endure at Merril’s hands, and knowing she’d have to grovel was certainly enough. Grovelling and apologizing was too much.

“I actually was hoping you could help me with something.”

Nesta’s brows shot skyward. “Oh?”

Shaking out her hands, Gwyn said, “I ah…I thought you would take me into Velaris?”

Nesta clapped with delight, face illuminated with a smile. Gone was her irritation with Merril, forgotten when she realized Gwyn was asking to go out. Nesta, who preferred to be inside most nights, had prodded a couple times.

Come to Rita’s with me.

I know a really cute bookstore!

What if we got tea in the city today?

And always, Gwyn said no, no, no. But she needed to practice somewhere safe and Velaris wasn’t that much different than the library. It was still under the High Lord’s protection and Gwyn trusted Rhysand. She trusted Nesta, too…and she mostly trusted herself. She could do this. She could prove Merril wrong about her.

Azriel, too.

And maybe, in the process, she could prove herself wrong, too.

AZRIEL:

“Gwyn is going,” Rhys said the moment Azriel stepped into his study.

“Hello to you, too,” Azriel grumbled, dropping onto the leather loveseat without an ounce of grace. Squashing his wings against the back cushions irked him, though not enough to sit back up and rearrange himself. Rhys arched a brow.

“No point suffering on my account,” he said in a droll voice. Grumbling only to himself, Azriel did adjust his wings, letting them flare around him so he could still recline, legs draped over the arm of the sofa. His shadows trailed over his chest, content to relax in the safety of Rhys’s home. There would be no whispered words here, no warning about the world though Azriel’s ears seemed to ring all the same.

“Rhys, you know this is a bad idea.”

“Do I? She completed the blood rite, same as us,” Rhys replied, sitting back in his chair, fingers steepled in front of him.

“Emerie carried her up the mountain,” Azriel reminded him, hating himself for saying it. Rhys’s eyes flashed.

“As you did for me.”

“That was different,” Azriel protested, though in truth he knew it wasn’t. Nesta had told Cassian everything and in turn, Cassian had told both Rhys and Azriel. Gwyn’s injury was the result of heroism so undeniable that it made him a bastard to use it against her—to discredit her hard-won victory just so he could go alone.

“What’s your actual problem with the priestess? Cass told me you’d been training her privately. What happened?”

Azriel couldn’t look at Rhys. “I don’t know,” he said tersely. “She quit asking.”

Rhys sighed. “She’s in the city with Nesta and Emerie tonight.”

That was news to Azriel. Turning his head, one hand supporting his neck, he asked, “Where?”

Rhys shrugged. “I didn’t push. I figure it’s probably a good idea to give Nesta space while we work out this new…truce…between us. And I wasn’t invited. Cass told me.”

“Is Cassian invited?” Azriel asked, wondering why it hurt his feelings that he wasn’t. Of course Cassian would be invited. He was mated to Nesta and planning a wedding. Of course she’d want him there. Emerie and Gwyn trusted Cassian like they trusted each other—he simply wasn’t a threat.

And though he’d tried, they never quite had the same easiness with him that they did with Cassian. Azriel couldn’t understand why.

“Az–”

“Don’t,” Azriel interrupted, slamming his mental walls shut. Rhys had heard his racing thoughts, his face utterly devoid of emotion. That was for the best, Azriel decided. “I don’t think she’s ready for this.”

“Then I’ll call Vanserra up,” Rhys replied, the utterly smug bastard. “Because you’re not doing this alone.”

“Mor did—”

“And look what fucking happened!” Rhys snarled, rising from his chair. “They treated her like trash, took advantage of her kind nature and—”

“And what?” Azriel demanded, sitting up to look at Rhys. “And what, Rhys?”

Rhys drummed his fingers against his desk. “And Mor knows when to cut her losses and walk away. You do not. Consider Gwyn my insurance that you’ll return to me in one piece, more or less.”

“You’ve never had a problem with my methods before.”

“If we can figure out how to dispatch Beron, we could have real peace for the first time in centuries,” Rhys breathed, holding Azriel’s gaze. “Don’t you want to see it?”

No.

“Of course,” he lied. Azriel had always just assumed he would be dead before the wars ended. Had banked on it, really. He’d never planned out a future, hadn’t spent the money Rhys paid him, had never taken steps to create a comfortable life. “Gwyn shouldn’t be used as an insurance policy.” Rhys shrugged his shoulders. “I have different hopes for her.”

“She deserves to be left alone, not used like a bargaining chip,” Azriel all but whispered as he tried—and failed—to push the memory of meeting her for the first time out of his mind. It wasn’t so much that it was Gwyn, though seeing her that first day had been jarring. It was the scene itself that was branded on his consciousness.

The scent of smoke and steel, of blood and arousal all mingled in the air like a dense, choking fog. He’d been with Mor, prepared to kill soldiers or defend priestess, depending on when they arrived. Other temples had been ransacked before, burned to the ground and bodies little more than charred ash.

But this…this. Azriel had just assumed Hybern’s men wouldn’t bother with defenseless priestesses beyond slaughtering them. There were some lines even Azriel wouldn’t cross and harming those who were defenseless and those who were devoted to peace were certainly one of them. Mor had come in first, her face so pale Azriel hadn’t thought of anything but her when they stepped through the archway of the temple. The two of them paused, taking stock of the utter devastation around them. Azriel had been on enough battlefields to recognize them on scent alone, though never in a place so serene.

He’d stepped in a pool of viscous blood. A headless body lay strewn just inside, scattered among pages torn from books and priceless objects shattered in pursuit of that missing cauldron piece. Doors had been ripped from their hinges, leaving him and Mor to wordlessly agree they’d each take a hall for anyone still lingering. Azriel could hear the lull of male laughter, could hear the thudding heart of someone very clearly frightened. Azriel withdrew his sword, throat tight, as he stepped into the kitchen. Another headless priestess lay against the swirling tile, while a third was pinned to a butcher's block, her dress torn and pulled up over her hips, her face turned so he couldn’t see her eyes. Alive, though, she was alive—

“Azriel!” Rhys snarled, pulling Azriel from the memory. He could still hear his roar of fury, could still taste the blood as he cut them down without question, without caring what they might know. He’d destroyed a high ranking Hybernian General in his rage and even now couldn’t bring himself to regret it.

And he’d brought Gwyn to Mor, who’d taken her straight to the library. It was wrong to use her this way. She’d earned peace, however that looked for her. In whatever form, even if he disagreed with it. One of them should have an easy life, freed of the things that haunted them.

“Call Vanserra,” he said, striding to the door. “Leave her out of this.”

“She’s going,” Rhys said, voice whisper soft behind him. “She wants to go.”

“She doesn’t know what she wants,” Azriel snapped, gripping the wood frame so hard it groaned beneath his fingers.

“I don’t think you’re the judge of that. I need Lucien here, besides. If his father is stirring up discord, Lucien is the only person who knows the Forest House inside and out.”

“What about Eris?”

“I don’t trust Eris to act in Prythian’s best interests—or mine—if it interferes with his own goals.”

“But you trust Lucien?” Azriel demanded. Rhys’s smile was feline, then. It was the slick smile of the High Lord, not of his friend.

“I trust that Lucien wants to see Elain and wouldn’t lie to me and jeopardize that.”

Azriel blinked. “You’d keep her from him?”

Rhys shrugged. “I’d do a lot of things to keep my family safe.”

Azriel ignored the stab of guilt he felt. They all knew how far Rhys would go to protect them. He’d abandon his morals and any semblance of dignity, too. And though Azriel felt little kinship with the seventh son to the Autumn High Lord, he did feel the smallest bit of pain when he imagined how it would feel to be bound to another male’s whims because they had your mate.

Azriel sighed, scrubbing his face with his hand. “What do I need to know about Montessere?”

“Since you and Mor are on such good terms again, why not ask her?”

There was a question in Rhys’s voice—what happened between you two? It was one Azriel couldn’t answer without selling her out. And though Mor would never love him the way he’d hoped she might, he still couldn’t betray her. Azriel couldn’t just turn off all those centuries worth of wanting her. He felt protective of that secret and protective of her.

He likely always would.

Azriel found Mor in Velaris, sitting in the Palace of Bone and Salt with a goblet of wine in hand. If Rhys had warned her he was coming or she’d merely somehow known, Azriel didn’t ask. Truthfully, he was distracted by the sound of tinkling laughter a couple tables down. As they always did, his shadows skittered away at the sight of bright, sunlit Mor, though one seemed to linger, attention directed at that pretty, easy laughter.

There, sitting in a pink shaft of waning daylight, was Gwyn, Emerie, and Nesta. No sight of Cassian, which did little to ease the building ache in his chet. He wanted to be there, basking in their easy smiles and drinking, too. He’d never seen the three of them so laid back, so carefree. Typically he saw them in their training leathers, weapons in hands and they studied to lead a unit of Illyrian females.

Mor snapped her fingers for his attention. “Do you want to ask to join them?” she asked with an infectious smile. “I’m sure they’d agree.”

“I came to talk to you,” he said, angling his chair so he could watch them better without being so obvious about it. Azriel wondered if this was Gwyn and Emeries first time in Velaris and if they were enjoying themselves. He could have given them a tour if they’d asked.

But they hadn’t, and he wasn’t going to intrude. Their friendship reminded him of himself, Rhysand, and Cassian. Had they once looked so young and happy, too? Now, Azriel thought they seemed exhausted, worn down by decades of fighting, of trying to keep armies from battering their doorstep.

Maybe Rhys was right. Maybe peace was achievable. And though he’d never admit it, Azriel yearned for that future. It was worth fighting for, at any rate.

“You know,” Mor’s voice was laced with amusement, “talking to me does require…you know…talking.”

“Sorry,” he said, giving her his undivided attention. Mor was stunning, with her rosy cheeks and her sparkling ochre eyes. She’d woven her blonde hair off her truly perfect face, though wispy tendrils brushed against the tanned skin of her forehead. Azriel was working to reimagine her place in his life, working to shift the love he felt into something more familiar and platonic.

But it ached, all the same. “Rhys said you could give me the rundown on Montessere.”

Mor wrinkled her nose. “I heard you and Gwyn were going. I wish you luck, truly, because I don’t think I’d go back even if Rhys begged.”

“It was that bad?”

She shook her head. “Worse. Their King, Gareth, is more concerned with Vallahan and Rask to truly care about us, though they watch. Both Vallahan and Rask wish to expand their borders and I’m certain Rask is thinking the same. Scythia is the obvious mark, and given how unstable it is…”

“Isn’t that Lucien’s job?” Azriel asked, thinking of the reports Vanserra had been giving him over the last three years.

Mor blew out a breath. “I think Lucien’s job is just keeping an eye on the humans. Vassa isn’t living in Scythia, either—she’s hiding here in the mortal lands waiting on Koschei, is she not?”

Azriel only shrugged.

“Regardless. They aren’t your friend, Azriel.”

“Because friendship was my number one priority,” Azriel replied dryly. Mor arched a delicate brow, nodding toward the Valkyries.

“Does she know that?”

“Better to keep her out of the politics,” Azriel replied smoothly. “She’s on a different sort of fact finding mission.”

“I never managed to find out if Beron was in contact with anyone on the continent. He was working with the human queens—the stupid fool—but the Fae on the continent aren’t stupid. They’re old, too, Az.”

“We’re old,” he reminded her. Mor’s smile didn’t meet her eyes.

“They’re older. And unlike us, they’ve avoided war for the last thousand years simply by doing nothing. It would be convenient to let us fight another on their behalf and wait to see how it plays out. If Beron is making a move—or Koschei—I don’t think they’d help unless their shores were directly threatened. And if we were all wiped out…”

“They could pick us off like caracases and start a colony.”

“Exactly,” she agreed, lifting her goblet to her lips. “Find out what you can, Az, but be on your guard. Gareth might be distracted but his son isn’t.”

Azriel’s attention focused on Mor and the reminder of Rhys had said—that Montessere’s court had run Mor out. Had a male done that? “Son?”

“Kai.” She spat the name like the filthiest of curses. “He’s spoiled and arrogant and bored, but that doesn’t mean isn’t sharp either. If you have to watch anyone, I would pick him.”

“Did he hurt you?”

Mor laughed, tipping her head back like he’d uttered the funniest joke. Azriel didn’t know what to make of that, though from the corner of his eye, he caught Emerie turn her head to look.

“No, he didn’t hurt me,” Mor said, her words so at odds with the bright smile on her face. “But I am well trained.”

Azriel glanced toward Gwyn, the warning clear. “Noted,” he murmured. “Anything else?”

“Treat it like Autumn Court,” she said, angling her head as she traced the column of her throat with an absent finger. “Our objectives were different. You aren’t going to make friends and they wouldn’t trust you even if you said you were.”

“Do I not look friendly?” Azriel asked. Mor smiled.

“No Az. You don’t look friendly at all. That’s what we like about you.”

Azriel couldn’t smother his smile. He hated that he liked that compliment.

But the whole night, all Azriel heard was Mor’s words. We like you.

We like you.

#gwynriel #we could have had sas but who am i to argue with the will of the people #i personally think chapter 4 is the most interesting one coming up #so we're closer to it than before yay!#the slow burn is burning

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Mini Fanfic #1192: The Hawk vs. The Moms (Sonic X SSBU)

9:15 a.m. Outside of the Smash Mansion......

Storm: (Eyes Begins to Widened at the Mansion in Front of Him and his Boss, Jet) Woooooooah.........This is where Sonic lives?

Jet: Criminy on stick, I thought this was supposed to be mansion, not a literal castle! (Sighs While Grabbing his Chin) Then again, considering how massive the roster is, I can't really think of anywhere else they would live but here.

Storm: Hey, you think Sonic's royalty?

Jet: (Turns to Storm with a Raised Eyebrow) Royalty? Sonic?

Storm: (Turns to His Boss) Yeah, I mean, his mom is a princess right? So wouldn't that make him a prince of some kind by default?

Jet: (Shrugs) I dunno, maybe, if you wanna be that technical. (Crosses his Arms) What I wanna know is why HE, of all people, got pick to be part of thar dumb tournament in the first place.

Storm: (Uses his Fingers to Count the Reasons) Well, he's more well-known, cooler, more faster than you are-(Eyes Widens Notices his Boss Glaring at Him in Silence) I-Is what he WANTS us to think, till you show 'em who's boss on that race later on today! (Start Laughing Very Nervous and Awkwardly)

Jet: (Stares at Storm For a Brief Second Before Sighing in Defeat) Let's just get this over with. (Sticks his Hand Out) Storm, megaphone.

Storm: (Gives Jet the Megaphone) Up and ready for ya, boss!

Jet: Thank you. (Tries Turning on the Megaphone) Now, I just need to turn this bad boy on and- (Suddenly Hears a a Sudden Sharp Shriek From the Device) GAH! P-Pain in the...(Sighs Before Lowering the Megaphone Down a Notch) Okay. Got the music on standby?

Storm: (Gives Jet a a Thumbs Up) You got it! (While Turning On the a Boom Box He's Holding).

As the boom box begins to play the Babylon Rogue's Signature Theme Song (Catch Me If You Can), Jet clears his throat and takes a bit of a deep breath before he begins to speak on the megaphone.

Jet: SONIC THE HEDGEHOG!! WAKE UP! You got a loud and clear message coming from yours truly: Jet the Hawk! If you must know, I've managed to caught wind of all those little posts you made on the web recently. Like, how you're....(Does Mockingly Poor Sonic Impression)"The Fastest Thing Alive" and "No could top you at Mach speed" , and my personal favorite: "How you could beat EASILY me in a One v. One race in the skies anytime, anywhere, with no sweat and competition at all!~" (Gets Enraged) WELL, GUESS WHAT? Not only do I accept your challenge, but- (Continues Yelling on the Megaphone)

Meanwhile at Sonic's Room......

Sonic is in his bed soundly asleep wearing sound canceling earbuds, perfect for protecting his ears from loud, screeching noises from outside.

Back Outside

Jet: Smash Beach, 5 p.m. sharp. Be there or get lett in the dust!

Storm: (Takes the Megaphone From Jet's Hand and Scream Out) AND BECOME SQUARE!!!

Jet: (Slowly Turns his Head Back to Storm) .....What?

Storm: (Sheepishly Shrugs) You know, like......"Be There, Be Square". It's kinda like an old saying-

Jet: Oh, gimme that! (Snatches the Megaphone Back From Storm's Hand) That was the most boring insult you could ever make and you know it.

Storm: (Lowers his Head) Sorry, boss.

Jet: (Continues Speaking on the Megaphone) Now, as what I' was saying-(Notices the Front Door Opening Up Before Smirking) Heh. Look who finally decides to show- uuuuuuuuuuup? (Eyes Slowly Starts to Widened in Fear at Who Actually Came Outside Instead Before Dropping his Megaphone on the Ground)

Peach: (Crosses her Arms the Rest of the Unwanted Guess, With a Not Pleased Look on her and the Rest of the Certified Moms' Faces) Jet the Hawk, I presume.

Jet: Uh...(Chuckles Awkwardly) Good morning, ladies! Fancey seeing you all here- (Starts Whispering) Storm, what do we- (Notices Storm was Missing) Storm? (Eyes and Nouth Widens as He Sees his Bodyguard Running Away) STORM!

Storm: THOSE LADIES TERRIFIED ME, BOSS! I'M SORRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!~

Jet: (Growls Before Comically Glaring at Storm From a Distance) YOU COWARD!! AT LEAST HAVE THE COMMON SENSE TO TAKE ME WITH YOU!-

'A-Hem'

Jet eyes widens yet again as he slowly turns back to the moms, a dark, fiery aura surrounding then as their glares seem to pierece the Hawk in very soul.

Jet: Uhh.....Y-You know what? (Chuckles Awkwardly Again) I-I just remembered that I got myself lost and stumbled upon the wrong mansion. (Turbs Around abd Starts Spriniting Away) So if you'll just excuse me- GAH! (Gets his Ear Pulled by Samus)

Samus: Nope. You're coming with us. (Drags Jet by the Ear as She and the Rest of the Ladies Walk Back Inside the Mansion)

Jet: Nonono! Wait! Y-You the wrong idea! I'm innocent, I tell ya, INNOCEN-

In the Dining Hall

Jet: (Takes a Sip of Tea Given to Him, Sitting at the Moms' Table Before Becoming Genuinely Surprised) Wow. This.....might be the best tea I've ever tasted.

Peach: You really think so? (Smiles a Bit Sheepishly) I feel like it might be the weakest batch I've made yet.

Jet: (Happily Nodded) Yeah. I mean, to be fair, it's been a while since drunken tea in general, but trust me, your highness, yours is one of greatest so far.

Peach: (Giggles Softly While Blushing a Bit) Aww thank you!~ I only try my best-

Moms: Peach!

Peach: (Eyes Widened at the Realization) Oh. Right! (Clears Her Throat Before Putting on a More Serious Look on her Face as She Resumes Back to the Topic at Hand) Now, Jet, I assume you're wondering why we brought in here. We have a lot to discuss about, young man.

Jet: (Starts Getting Scared Again) .......Is this about what happened this morning?

Daisy: It's one of the reasons. (Crosses her Arms) But since you so graciously brought it up, you mind telling us why you were yelling your lungs out in middle of our front yard, in the early morning?

Bayonetta: And had the steer audacity to ruin MY beauty sleep in the process!? (Turns Away While Pouting) Honestly, that's so rude.....(Lays the Side of her Head onto Her Goddess' Shoulder)

Palutena: (Gently Rubs on Her Witch's Hair While Glaring at Jet) She's been in a bad mood all morning ever since. No thanks to you.

Jet: (Sighs While Crossing his Arms) Well, it's not like I wanted to come out and distrub anyone's sleep on this time of hour. This was all Storm's idea!

Tifa: The guy that ran off earlier?

Jet: The very same. He's been my bodyguard since day one. Not even close to being one of the sharpest minds out there, but he does the job fine enough. He convinced me to come over here and declare a challenge from Sonic.

Rosalina: (Raises an Eyebrow) A Challenge you say?

Jet; Just a 3-4 Lap race around the beach this afternoon, honest to God!

Samus: Uh-huh. And you couldn't just record yourself doing this in comforts on your own place because.........

Jet: ('Sighs in Defeat') The thought never occurred to me at the time.......

Samus: Right. Which now leads to the next topic: What's your beef with Sonic?

Jet: I-

Samus: (Quickly Got her Hand Up as Sje Stops Het From Speaking) Nonono. Don't even try to deny it. Cause from we've heard, you two would always butting heads with one another every chance you get.

Rosalina: We were going to write them off as normal banters between two rivals, until we also found out that you and your team have brought harm onto him and his friends on more than one occasion. (Pireces her Glare at Jet a Bit) That doesn't seem very nice and mature of you, don't you think?

Jet: (Eyes Widened in Fear as He Let Out a Single Gulp) O-Okay! I'll admit. Our confrontations hasn't been the most friendliest in the world and we may have thrown punches at one another at one point, but in my defense, he kept pushing my buttons a whole lot with consistent boasting! Always going on and on about- (Does a Fake Sonic Impression) "Even with wings, I can still fly better and faster than you!" Knowing damn well that he only gotten good at riding the Extreme Gears in the first place was because he and his pal interfered with US first!

Samus: (Turns to Peach With a Shrug) Our boy is a unapologetic show-off.

Peach: ('Sighs Heavily') Very much so and to a reckless sense too.....I'll be sure to talk to him about this later. But you know this is gonna have to stop, right?

Jet: The rivalry?

Peach: No, dear, not necessarily. Rivalry is the best way to build character and strengthen growth from both parties involved.

Rosalina: We just don't want the childish antics from either of you to diminish any of that going forward.

Samus: Which is all the more reason why you two are gonna grow out that phase starting today. (Gives Jet a Darkened Glare) Or else.

Jet: (Starts Sweating Bullets) R-Right! ('Clears Throat') Will do.

Falco: (Walks into the Room) 'Ey, princess, you mind if I have some of the cookies you made- (Eyes Widened and Glares at a Very Familiar Face Sitting on the Moms Table) Oh hell no! Who invited this little twerp in here!?

Jet: (Forms a Cocky Smirk at Falco) Well, well, well, if it isn't good man Lombardi! How you doing these days? Those old bones of yours doing you any good?

Falco: Oh, they're doing REAL good alright.....(Cracks Both his Knuckles Before Angrily Msking his Way to the Table) Let me show you how improved they've become once I come over there and pummel your smartass to clemen-

Peach: (Immediately Gets Herself Up From her Seat as She Stands Between Falco and the Table) Falco! No! Behave yourself right this instance!!

Falco: But-

Samus: ('Sigh') Look, just leave the kid to us for now, alright? We got this.

Peach: (Gently Place her Hand onto of Falco's, Helping him Calm Down a Bit) Why don't you help yourself to some cookies in the living room, okay?

Falco: (Sighs Before Smiling) You don't have to tell me twice. Thanks, your majesty. (Finally Walks Away)

Peach: (Giggles Softly) You're welcome, dear. Don't eat all it up though!

Falco: (Gives Peach a Reassurance Wave) Don't worry, I won't! (Turns Back to Jet, Pointing his Two Fingers at His Eyes and Onto His) 'Got my eyes on you, Hawk Boy!

Jet: (Casually Waves Goodbye to Falco) Enjoy your cookies, grandp-

The Moms starts glaring back at Jet all at once, instantly shutting him up effectively.

Isabelle: ('Sighs Heavily') I guess with that tangent aside, it time we moves on to next topic.....The race.

Jet: ('Groans in Annoyance') Oh come on, that was years ago! He accepted the challenge!

Samus: Right after you provoked hin to do it, right?

Jet: ('Sighs in Defeat') Yeah......

Isabelle: Jet, you can't go around challenging someone on something they have little to no experience riding on, especially in a middle the busy road!

Jet: The streets weren't THAT busy from what I remembered....But you're right. It was completely immature on my part. And- (Suddenly Starts Yawning) It won't- ('Yawns') ever happen again.....

Daisy: You're doing okay there, kiddo?

Jet: ('Sighs a Bit Heavily') Yeah.....I just felt the urge to yawn a lot- ('Yawns') apparently........

Peach: (Starts Getting Worried Along with the Rest of the Ladies) Oh my.....Did you get any sleep last night?

Jet: Ehh.... kinda? I was too busy finishing up paper work of various company deals for a business I've been running for some time now, all night that I barely got any. ('Yawns') It's just the life and times of being a Workaholic, ya know?

Rosalina: But you're so young.......

Bayonetta: Yes, especially when you have to deal with something icky as paperwork all day.

Jet: (Starts Rubbing The Back of his Head Back and Forth) Yeah, but it's not that big of a deal. I had to work my way up ever since I was a little hatching, mostly thanks to Wave and Storm's help obviously, but that's beside the point. If I can train myself to hunt and steal valuable treasure and ride on an Extreme Gear with mach speed, then I can deal woth those lousy papers no problem. Mostly. Why? You're worried about me or something?

Rosalina: Yes, of course. As impressive as it is for you to accomplish so much in your lifetime, you shouldn't have burden yourself with all that work.

Daisy: Yeah. Especially when you have your pals there to help you out. You're never alone!

Jet: Huh. Funny. That's almost exactly what Wave keeps telling me....

Samus: Yeah, well you should take up her advice more often. It could do you more wonders.

Peach: (Gives Jet a Reassuring Smile) And more smiles.

Jet: ('Sigh') Yeah, I guess. Why..... are you all worry and helping me out exactly? Not that I don't appericate it or anything but.....you know.

Palutena: (Giggles a Bit) Why not?~ We're moms. We tend to get ourselves worry over everyone we meet and cherish, relatively quickly I may add.

Samus: Yeah. (Playfully Ruffles the Top of Jet's Haur Feathers) Even if it's over a snot-nose brat like you~

Jet: (Chuckles Ticklishly) Quit that! I just comb there!

Samus: Sure, I'll stop, but ONLY if you promise us to get some sleep once you head back to your blimp and at least try not to cause too much trouble with Sonic and Falco, will ya?

Jet: F-Fine! Fine! I promise on both fronts. But uhh....You mind if I stay here for a little while longer? (Starts Blushing a Bit) Woth you guys?

Moms: AWWWWWWWWWW!~

Peach: (Forms a Playful Gron on her Face) Did you really enjoy the company with us today, sweetie?~

Jet: (Scoffs a Bit While Shrugging) Well, I must be considering how kind you all were listen to my rambling and tried to look out for me despite everything that happened earlier. Plus, your tea is good, so-Hm? (Notices his Cup is Getting Filled Up with Tea)

Peach: (Happily Gives Jet a Refill) Let's chat for a few more minutes, okay dear?

A Few Minutes of Chatting Later......

Moms: (In the Dining Room) BYE, JET!~

Peach: Get yourself some much needed rest, okay sweetie!?

Jet: (Waves Goodbye to the Moms) Don't worry, I will! (Heads Out the Front Door) See ya!

Sonic: (Standing by the Doorway in a Chill Manner) Sup, Jet.

Jet: GAH! (Quickly Places Hand on his Chest and Panting Before Glaring at the Blue Blur) The hell did you came from!?

Sonic: From my room. (Starts Smirking a Bit) Had myself a nice nap till I couldn't help but noticed you got yourself dragged in here by the Moms. Did they chew your ear off?

Jet: Yeah, but we had tea afterwards, so it's not all bad I guess. But since you're here I-

Sonic: Yeah, don't worry. I accept your challenge. Just go and get yourself some sleep already, bird brain.

Jet: (Forms a Small Smirk on his Face) ('Hmph') Way ahead of you. (Walks Away While Giving a Casually Wave Goodbye to Sonic) Have fun getting scolded at, porky pine!

Sonic: See ya- (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Wait, what?

Moms: SONIC!!

Peach: Come in here right now, mister! We need to talk!

Sonic: (Facepalms Himself with a Sigh) Ah, Son of a-

Bonus

On the Babylon Blimp......

Wave: (Enraged) BITCH, STORM! Why would you leave Jet all alone in that mansion!!

Storm: The ladies were giving us Death Glares, so I panicked! I'm sorry!

Wave: Sorry. ('Heh') Sorry! That's all you have to say after running away and NOT LOOKING BACK LIKE A COWARD!!

Storm: (Galtes Back at Wave) Hey, I'm a lot of things, and coward is not one of them!

Wave: Go back down to the mansion and get Jet back here in person and MAYBE I'll reconsider.

Storm: (Turns Away With his Arms Crossed) And get yelled at in the process? No way!

Wave: So that makes you a coward then.

Storm: Does not!

Wave: Does. SO-

'Door Opens'

Jet: (Steps In the Room) I'm back!

Storm: (Smiles Brightly) Boss! You're alive!-

Wave: (Glares at her Boss) JET!

Storm: (Lowers his Smile Downs to a Frown) Op. Not for long.

Wave: You have a LOT of explaining to-

Jet: I know. I've been trying to mess with Sonic again, even though you told me not to a million times already and I apologize for it So I'm just gonna go to my room, get the rest you guys been wanting me to have, and let you take care of the rest of the unfinished work from here. And Storm, I am never taking any advice from from you ever again, just so we're clear. Thank you. (Walks to his Room)

Storm: (Lowers his Head Down in Shame) That's fair.

Wave: (Gently Surprised by Jet's Apology) Y-Yeah, well....You better get enough sleep in there!! (Puts on a Pouty Look on her Face)

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eskumii · 2 years

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soft yandere!incel!izuku midoriya + darling who's a famous pro hero

TITLE: " SHE WANT ME FR " — navi.

NOTES: literally ascended into the air mid sleep cycle to write this and it's kinda different than what i usually write so forgive me i'm feeling a little silly goofy rn ,, nsfw below the cut!! idk why this keeps not showing up in tags :( so frustrating, i reposted like three times already man edit: works now lol

PAIRING: soft yandere!incel!izuku midoriya x pro hero!reader

GENRE/AU: izuku is quirkless and works a boring office job, rookie pro hero!reader, izuku is a pervert + woman hater + literally delusional smh

CHARACTERS: izuku midoriya (20), reader (19)

imagine incel!izuku who's obsessed with you, a promising new pro hero just barely debuting into the infancy of her career.

incel!izuku who, at first, isn't interested. you're another female pro hero, so what? he's rather partial to it; you're only really getting attention because you're a female. once everyone sees past the pretty face and nice thighs, you'll be irrelevant.

incel!izuku who falls in love after seeing one leaked picture of you pre-pro hero era, where you're makeup-less with messy hair and in pajamas. having been uploaded to one of the deep web forums he frequents, he expected an overwhelming amount of hate but, instead, everyone thinks you're even more attractive. izuku stares at the picture long and hard—actually, maybe he's beginning to see what they mean. he bookmarks it and revisits it often.

a few days later, it's his new lock screen.

incel!izuku who keeps a journal full of all the information he's gathered on you so far; from height and weight to your favorite food and color. he watches all your interviews and jots down the timestamps in which you do something cute—not that he doesn't just rewatch the whole thing later, anyway. he'll vehemently deny being a fan of yours because oh, you're not that cool, but at least you're cute! he can't possibly let people know how far into the rabbit hole he is, not a chance.

incel!izuku who begins scouring the internet, looking for erotica content about you to consume. sometimes he'll even write his own, pouring out his fetishized fantasies onto the notes app of his phone. how he'll tie you up and have his way with you—whether you want it or not—because a woman should always take responsibility for being so carelessly screwable!

he totally jacks off in a bathroom stall during break at work because he gets so turned on while scrolling through your pictures when he's supposed to be filing papers. he'll sigh in relief when he finishes all over his phone screen, which displays a picture of your face, before cleaning up his mess.

truthfully, izuku knows his growing obsession with you is unhealthy. but, but, he was the same with all might when he was a kid—there's no harm in looking up to a pro hero, is there? besides, you're a woman, so it's only natural your slutty, skin-tight pro hero outfits would give him such raging hard-ons when he doesn't want them to! aren't you ashamed of yourself, walking around in such tasteless outfits? if you were his wife, he'd never let you leave the house. ever.

incel!izuku who's such an avid fan that he collects everything that's you-themed. he buys all your limited edition merch: shirts, posters, trading cards, cups, body pillows. you don't even want to know how many he's had to replace from cutting holes in them and pretending they're you when he's horny. a huge portion of his salary now goes to catering his embarrassing addiction to you. you should be grateful for having such a loyal, loving fan, no?

as if reading his thoughts, your management team announces that you'll be having a fan meet-up. izuku is so ecstatic that he's among the first people to pre-order tickets the second they're released. he dreams about shaking your hand or even giving you a hug, and how your soft your body will feel against his. he can't wait to touch you and just be near you; he's not sure he'll be able to control himself.

when the meet-up day rolls around, izuku queues up in the line and waits his turn to meet you. he's almost trembling by the time he reaches the table where you're sitting, smiling so adorably at the little kid that's rambling to you excitedly. the sight is precious—he wants that to be his kid one day.

a few minutes later, it's his turn. izuku walks up to the table, stiff as a board, and crouches down so he's eye-level with you. he's blushing intensely and your eye contact with him is making him feel so hot. you smile at him, and he begins to feel a touch light-headed.

"hi! thanks for coming," you reach out for a handshake. "so sorry the line's so long, we didn't expect so many people to come out!"

izuku can hardly speak. unsure of what to say, he simply nods and shakily reaches out to grab your hand, the anticipation almost sending him over the edge. and when your hands do finally intertwine, he immediately and unexpectedly gets a boner. a euphoric feeling runs through his body like lightning, striking his heart as if an arrow. seeing you in person is so much better than the pictures.

as you go to pull away, you can't. his grip is so tight that you literally have to wrench your hand away. he's staring at you with such a concentrated focus that you're not sure he's blinked even once since he came up to you. you're a bit weirded out now, so you try to end the meeting quickly.

"ah, well, uhm, what's your name?" you ask hesitantly, popping the cap off your marker so you can sign a poster for him.

did you just ask for his name? his name?

"i-it's i-i-izuku midoriya!" it comes out of his mouth in a shrill tone and it sounds like nails on a chalkboard to you.

"i-zu-ku... mi-do-ri-ya..." you repeat his name slowly as you sign both his name and your signature at the bottom of the poster.

each person gets five minutes with you. izuku doesn't say much. it's completely awkward for you when your questions go unanswered and you're instead being stared through with those jade green eyes of his. when five minutes is up, you wave goodbye and blow a complimentary kiss, as it's apart of your trademark. you literally couldn't wait for it to be over.

izuku doesn't take his eyes off of you until he's escorted out of the room by the staff. his heart is beating out of his chest right now; did that even really happen? did he actually touch you? it sinks in slowly but surely. he did! he touched you! your hand was so soft and fit so perfectly in his. like it was meant to be. and the way you looked at him? he resists the urge to palm himself through his jeans.

you're such a sweetheart, too. not like other low IQ women who just ignore him when he's trying to be nice to them; come on, you even asked for his name! you really are different from the rest. not to mention how good you smelled, it's a sure sign you know how to take care of yourself. he'll have to find out what perfume you use so he can spray it on his body pillows.

he just can't wait to go home and brag about it all on his online forums and the fan sites he's recently joined!

but first, the tightness in his pants is increasing to crazy levels of uncomfortable. he excuses himself to the bathroom to take care of it, still giddy from the fact he had just been face-to-face with you mere moments ago. as he unzips his pants and begins almost violently rubbing one out, he stares intently at the poster you had given him with bated breath and a gaze ripe with lust.

that's right, incel!izuku uses the hand you shook to jack off, just to cum all over the poster that you gave him. he's literally drooling as his fist is rocketing along his sensitive length, milking himself for all he's worth. shuddering in pleasure from his orgasm, he smiles dazedly at the poster of your face now slick and sticky with his semen.

what a bad girl, making him go to such lengths! making him so horny and needy with your alluring eyes and adorable smile! how dare you steal his heart and walk around looking the way you do, knowing he can't have you the way he wants. what a whore. you should be the one getting him off and making him feel good!

it's all your fault, darling. don't blame him when he breaks into your house while you're sleeping next.

#he's literally so ooc #yandere izuku x reader #yandere izuku midoriya #yandere bnha x reader #yandere bnha #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere mha #my hero academia x reader

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In Her Fifth Life, the Villainess Lives With the Evil Dragon -The Evil Dragon of Ruin Wants to Spoil His Bride- By Shimada Rine (8/10)

I have really, really high hopes for this one. I can't give it a score higher than an 8 for multiple reasons though. The high school setting doesn't make much sense. The main character doesn't even feel like a student, and she feels no attachment to her country. BUT the art, the main couple, and the drama are all fun.

*EXTREME GURO AND REVENGE*

Musee suddenly remembers everything. She is the loser. She has lost her life four times. This life is her fifth, and she will die again. She's not a character in a game (I think). Musee is caught in a web of insanity. Her fiance has been seduced by a Hidden Saint. A woman that brings prosperity to the country she lives in. The concept of a Saint is pretty interesting here. The existence of a saint drives people mad with religious fervor. The Saint doesn't really have friends. Just servants who exist to make her happy, so she will continue to bring good luck and fertility to the land. What does this cause??? Pure chaos. The Hidden Saint is a narcissistic teenage girl and her teen boy slaves are violently desperate to please her.

Musee doesn't know any of this. She doesn't understand why she keeps dying. The Saint, Aly, keeps turning back time because things aren't going her way. The world keeps ending, even though she's a Saint and that's Not Supposed to Happen. There's another power in the universe stronger than a Saint. It's the Dragon of Ruin, which keeps ending the world. Musee is a tragic side effect of a greater game. Aly doesn't love the manservants who join her cult, but she needs them, and Musee is in the way. Musee isn't really affected by the Saint's charm...it's heavily implied that Aly prefers to seduce men. I don't think she's using magic on them. The all powerful prosperity a Saint brings simply makes her irresistible to young lordlings. Which makes sense because deep down most noblemen do care about power first.

Musee snaps. In her previous four lives she was killed by her fiance, raped, hunted down by assassin's and pushed off a cliff. All because Aly wants every strong man to worship her, and Musee is in the way. Why? Well Musee is beautiful and competent and she's prideful. When her fiance, Alfred, started to cheat on her she intervened and told Alfred to snap out of it because they are bound by duty. Aly, of course, uses her status as a secret Saint to seduce Alfred anyway. Purely because he's a descendant of a current King, who is very popular and highly respected.

Things get real fucked up. Musee begs in public. She asks Alfred to break off their engagement. He says no. He needs Musee to be his cover wife. Aly isn't willing to reveal her Saint identity...for some reason. She might be fake but who knows. Alfred intends to start a family with Aly, while legally married to Musee...because that's what is most convenient for him. He brings a creepy guy with a sword to Musee's home to threaten her. He clearly intends to kill her off after the marriage is finalized...it's...pure evil??? Musee remembers the one being who cared about her in her previous life. The Dragon, Ragna. Ragna kinda sorta killed her once, but he was under mind control. The Dragon of Ruin keeps destroying everything because a cult keeps mind controlling him. He's not actually evil. He doesn't give a shit about humans, and his birth realm is entirely separate from the human realm. He met Musee when she was about to die. Her grace and profound lack of a desire for vengeance impressed him. He wished that he could marry her and let her be happy, before she died. Musee calls for Ragna. He literally comes just in time, and he takes Musee away from her insane fiance.

Ragna negotiates with the King, who is a pretty cool guy. Ragna is also totally a yandere who wants to kill Alfred and every other noble cultist in court. Musee doesn't let him, because she's really fucking tired of Aly's bullshit. She just wants to live, and she wants to spend time with Ragna.

Aw.

Ragna can turn into a handsome human. He immediately starts to spoil Musee...with compliments. He makes her feel loved, because she makes him happy. He's extremely proud to be her mate. Musee has strong feelings for him too. She wasn't totally in love when they first met, but he kind of made an impression. She thinks he's a noble and worthy partner as well. They fall in love quickly, and it's really believable, because Ragna has magic. He looks into Musee's mind, and he sees their shared memories. They behave like a married couple right away and it's nice.

However this causes huge problems. The tone of the story feels VERY off after chapter two. Musee and Ragna are both quite old, and both of them are in danger. Aly's cult wants to destroy Musee. The Dragon Cult wants to capture Ragna. I don't understand why Musee is still living in her family home??? She still wants to go to school too??? Why???? I thought Ragna would take her to a slightly remote castle. I thought Aly would send assassin's and stuff, because that's what happened before in the other lives. It would have been more exciting now that Musee has Ragna. But...they go to high school lmao kill me...

The yandere moments with Ragna are incredible. Epic. Awesome. Everything from his personality to his character design is top notch....but the fucking tone lol. After Ragna saves her from an insane Aly cult assassin they walk directly into the school Aly attends it's unreal...

Aly is cruel, not smart. She has all the IMPORTANT men under her control. She's a discriminatory asshole even though she's not noble enough to marry Alfred legally. Anyway that means some of the servants aren't under her control. This servant, Carlos, is under the prince of the country. The prince is in the cult. He isn't cool like his dad. He wants to worship a Saint and let her presence solve all of his problems. Pathetic. Carlos reprimands his prince when he's rude to Musee... because duh. Musee's husband is a dragon, but the cult idiots are still rude to her because they think the Saint's influence will protect them. Everybody under Aly thinks Musee summoned Ragna on purpose to destroy the country. Even though the country is not destroyed...and Musee still lives in her family home....what???

Chapter five is out now and...ugh...the magic is fading. Aly WALKS UP TO RAGNA AND SHE IMMEDIATELY STARTS FLIRTING WITH HIM. Ragna is attending school SPECIFICALLY to protect Musee. This isn't even funny. Ragna is only willing to entertain this game for Musee's sake. He would rather kill everyone...but still these dumbass cultists think he can be seduced. It's reaaaalllyyy unrealistic. Musee has no friends. The cult is actively damaging the country. Musee should just let Ragna roast the school....but that won't happen.

....after Aly attempts to flirt with Ragna Musee puts on a beautiful dress. She dances with her husband and the Saint realizes her charm doesn't work on dragons.

Idk where the plot goes from there...but this was really promising...more cult less high school please. Please tell me I'm not the only reader that noticed that the characters FEEL like adults. None of them behave like students.

*******

All of this is a plot within a plot...to trap and torture everyone who hurt Musee.

Brilliant plot twist, but the ending is highly disturbing.

Read with caution.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #manga #isekai #manga review #In Her Fifth Life #the Villainess Lives With the Evil Dragon -The Evil Dragon of Ruin Wants to Spoil His Bride-#The Evil Dragon of Ruin Wants to Spoil his Bride

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jhilsara · 2 months

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I Can See You

Pt. 1/ Pt. 2/ Pt. 3/ Pt. 4/ Pt. 5/pt. 6/Pt. 7/Pt. 8/Pt. 9/ Pt. 10/

Pt. 11/ Pt.12/Pt.13/Pt. 14/Pt.15/Pt.16/Pt.17/END

Mariana Jimenez-Watson or MJ works in a normal pub living life paycheck to paycheck. Nothing exciting happens to her except the occasional drunk getting thrown out. She's 24 working away and finds a wrench thrown into her very boring life. His name is Hobie and she thinks maybe, a little excitement isn't awful. In fact she might start to crave some change for once.

Small moments of Hobie meeting his world's MJ. AKA I made an MJ variant and I think she's neat.

Chapter 7

Mariana's out buying a few bottles from the liquor store, to pick up for the pub. It was suppose to be a quick in and out, but everything just goes to shit and throws her day off.

She sees something zoom by in a blur out of the corner of her eye. She turns to the window and sees Hobie, well Spider-Man, in the middle of a fight that was getting closer to her. Before she can even think to pay for her purchase, the clerk is scrambling to get out the back door. She sees a crowd rushing to get off the streets and the hoard screams as they run for their lives.

She’s frozen in place, eyes glued to the window, watching Hobie in the distance. She shuffles on her feet for a second, knowing she should run back to the pub, but she doesn’t. All she can think about is how the last time Hobie fought the Goblin he ended up bleeding out in her floor. She can't leave, she feels something deep in her gut compel her forward.

“Fuck me…” She mutters to herself, knowing it’s a bad idea to go out there. A very bad idea. She never said she was bright though. Her self-preservation has never been her biggest trait, especially when it comes to her friends. She sees Hobie's bloody body flash in her memory and it's enough to push her forward.

She runs out the front door of the store, trying to get a better look. She’s has to help. She doesn't know how she will, but she has to. She’s almost knocked over by group of people running past her, scattering the streets to get as far away as possible. Bodies pushing past her, ricocheting her around between people like a pinball.

She sees the Goblin's silhouette and her stomach churns. They're the person who can hurt Hobie. She feels a bubble of rage building in her.

She’s still standing in front of the liquor store on the empty streets. The Goblin’s face turns looking towards her. Ice runs through her freezing her in place. The Goblin's masked gaze looking through her. They don’t move just keep staring at her, fidgeting with the bomb in their hands.

She realizes they're not looking at her, but the liquor store behind her. A bomb to a liquor store would cause a massive explosion, and she's just collateral damage. She feels her feet move as she tries to escape, but everything happens in slow motion. She sees Hobie turning to follow the Golbin’s line of sight, his masks eyes widening as he locks onto her.

He’s swinging toward her, almost tunnel vision trying to get to her. The bomb is hurled toward the store. He’s desperately trying to be faster then the Goblin’s explosive. He shoots his web towards her, trying to pull her to him and swing them to safety. The projectile hits the liquor store and the explosion goes off. The building combusting, bricks flying, fire raging, and glass shards moving as deadly projectiles.

Hobie has MJ in his arms but the two are flung to the ground, rolling into the street.

She can’t hear anything, or rather she can, it’s all just ringing in her ears. She’s struggling to move, but she knows Hobie’s on top of her. His body shielding her from the falling debris.

She sees his chest moving rapidly and she thinks he’s coughing. Everything around her sounds too far away and too close at the same time. Her visions blurry and she’s in more pain than she’d care to admit. She can't see past Hobie's body and the bright light of fire and the darkness of smoke.

She groans as she tries to pry herself off the street to sit up. Hobie’s in front of her, and while she can’t see his face, she knows he’s frowning or glaring at her. Probably a mixture of both.

His head turns trying to look for the Goblin through the smoke and fire. He can’t see much past their small area though. He grunts and turns to look back to her.

She feels his eyes look her over, assessing the damage. He moves to help her up, trying to be as gentle as he can. She hisses in pain, eyes widening for a moment. She feels something wet on her face and she realizes she’s bleeding. She goes to touch her forehead and recoils from her own hand.

She’s definitely going to get scolded when this is all over.

Hobie leads them through the smolder and on the outskirts there's flashing red and white lights. There’s a few ambulances and firetrucks arriving trying to maintain control over the situation. Hobie takes her to one of the EMT’s and hands her off like a kid. She gives him a confused look.

“Don’t, do not look at me like that,” He tells her softly before turning to the medic. “Take care of her and don’t let her out of your sight… She’ll go runnin’ back in.” He gives her an accusing look at the end of his sentence.

She’s in a lot of pain but she’s not letting him go back without a fight, “Don’t do that to me,” she moves to get up but he’s faster. He’s webbed her hands down before she can even fully stand up.

She shoots him a nasty glare, “Are you fuckin’ kidding me?” she demands.

Hobie ignores her and addresses the EMT, “I’ll be back for her, don’t let her wonder off alright?”

She groans and bites her tongue to stop herself from screaming his name in irritation. She loses sight of him quickly as he disappears into the smoke. She tries to pull against the webs, but she knows it’s useless. She turns to the EMT who looks at her in confusion and a hint of amusement.

She gives the guy a pointed glare and tilts her head down to her hands, wiggling her fingers in exaggeration.

“I don’t, Spider-Man said to not let you out…” he tries to tell her, voice much too timid.

She leans forward and meets the man with her much stronger conviction, “If you don’t get this web off of me… you better hope you’re gone when he get’s back.” She growls out at him.

He blinks for a moment before he immediately is cutting the webs. She doesn’t know what he saw on her face, but it was enough to scare him into helping her.

Once she’s free she assesses her surroundings, trying to find the best course of action. The smoke is still billowing up and there’s a large fire that two trucks are actively trying to contain. Explosions are still happening, she can hear them in the distance. So Hobie’s still fighting.

She turns to the EMT, an idea popping into her head. “Do you have any flares or a flare gun would be better?” she asks him frantically.

The man blinks at her and points to the firetruck that’s on the outskirts with him. She nods her head and jogs over. Her body is screaming at her but she doesn’t care. She has one goal in mind.

She grabs one of the firefighters, “Do you have a flare gun?!” She demands, voice firm.

He is taken aback by her but he points over to the equipment they have out. She doesn’t do more than quickly look over and find what she’s looking for. She snatches it and goes running off back into the smog. They man tries to call out after her, but his yells fall on deaf ears.

She’s sprinting towards the noise. Her field of vision is short and she doesn’t have a lot to go off of. The airs thick and she hacking up a lung, but she’s thankful she has decent cover.

She can see the Goblin before she sees Hobie. The lights at the bottom of their glider makes it a beacon for her.

She checks her flare gun and counts. She has three shots. She has to make them count.

She’s trying to find something to give herself a better view. She notices a fire escape on the side of one of the buildings and doesn’t hesitate to start climbing. She climbs until she’s about level with the glider’s lights.

She raises the flare gun and tries to keep her aim steady. She can’t afford to miss. The flare alone won’t kill the Goblin, but it will explode their own mass number of bombs. That’s all she needs. She just has to take them out, just long enough to help Hobie.

She can’t see much besides the lights and not knowing where to look for Hobie is her only concern. She takes a deep breath, positions herself, following the lights and shoots.

She sees the flare light up a bright red and fly across they sky. It lights up the area that surrounds it. She can see that it just skims past the Goblin.

“Fuck!” She mutters angrily.

She sees the glider move, it wobbles and turns toward her direction. In her panic she aims again, sending a second flare. If the Goblin get’s close to her there is no guarantee Hobie can save her. He thinks she’s stuck with the EMT.

She has to do this quickly because she's on her own.

Her aims slightly better this time, and she it nicks the Goblin. It's still not what she needs and it doesn’t do much besides irritate the villain.

“God dammit! I can’t be muckin’ about right now!” She growls to herself.

She goes to aim once more but the lights that have been encroaching upon her suddenly spiral as if they were knocked away. She sighs in relief, but now her aim is totally off. To be fair, it was off to begin with. She can see the glider frantically moving and she literally cannot waste her last shot. She decides she has to get closer. She's of no help if she just wastes three shots and annoys the villain. She refuses to be a nuisance.

She goes back down to the street to try and follow the glider. She’s running trying to keep up with it. Her lungs are burning from inhaling the smoke around her but she doesn’t care, she’s determined to take the Goblin out.

When she finally finds herself close enough she stays low to the ground. She sees them fighting above her. She has to time this perfectly.

She sees the Goblin hover, unmoving for a split second. They look around, trying to find Spider-Man. He’s taken this chance to hid in the smoke. She doesn’t waste her time and aims the flare gun up at the bottom of the glider and shoots. The glider, from what she remembers, has countless bombs attached to the bottom of it.

The Goblin sees the light but doesn’t have the reflexes to dodge or understand what’s happening until it’s too late. The glider combusts.

Even with the Goblin high above her, it’s not far enough away that she can escape the blast zone. The explosion sends her hurling back. She hits the ground hard, her head hitting the concrete with a gross crack.

Her vision swims in front of her as she lays down on the ground. There's a blurry form of someone running toward her, her ears are ringing, head throbbing in pain. She loses consciousness before she can even decipher who's running toward her.

When she finally comes to, she’s in the back of the ambulance and she’s hooked up to an IV and and a heart monitor. The noises a low thrum in the background.

She groans and tries to move but she feels someone grip her wrist in their hands. The gloved hand tells her its Hobie.

Her eyes drag slowly over to him, “You’re so stupid ya know that?” He mumbles to her, tightening his grip.

She looks at his masked face and wishes she could see his expression. Maybe she doesn’t though. It’s easier to talk to him if she can’t see his brows furrowed at her. Or a scowl of disappointment on his face.

The EMT is on her other side, working on her, “She’ll be good to go soon, nothing too damaging." He reassures them. "Except maybe some damage to her decision-making skills.” He mumbles.

She turns her head slowly to glare down the EMT and she’s surprised it’s the same one who cut the webs off her. She raises an accusatory brow at him.

He stands quickly, “I’ll uh, let you two have a minute.” He says stumbling to get out and close the doors.

As soon as the third party leaves the tension in the small truck is palpable.

She can feel his eyes, regardless of if they’re behind his mask, burning holes into her. He takes his mask off once he knows the EMT is gone. She brings her eyes over to look at him and his stare is stony. He won’t move his eyes away from her. They roam her body, looking at the damage.

She takes a deep breath, “Hobie-” She starts to talk but he stops her.

He leans over her, gently cupping her face and looking into her eyes in the way he always does. That gaze that’s too intense, like he’s picking apart her soul.

She hears the heart monitor spike up. She almost curses the damn machine out. She tries to even out her breathing.

“I need you to listen to me when I tell you to stay back.” He tells her, voice low and more serious than she’s used too.

“I know, but I couldn’t sit there when you could have died back there!” she starts to defend herself, her voice rising.

“That’s not for you to worry ‘bout, I can’t-” He starts to say but looks away. He stands fully and pinches the bridge of his nose.

“I can’t always protect you and I don’t know what to do if that happens.” He says quietly, his back turned to her.

She sits up slowly and narrows her eyes at him. She can feel herself getting irritated in her own righteous fury.

“And you think I don’t want to protect you?!” she asks accusingly.

She gives a huff of disbelief, “You are so busy, fighting to keep this city safe, and you don’t look after yourself half the time!” she tells him her voice cracking as she tries to hold back.

He turns quickly to her, “I signed up for this, I know what I get into everyday MJ!” he tells her with a ferocity behind his gaze she’s never seen before. “I know how to handle myself, you don’t!” He says, his tone hard.

She meets him with her own volatile emotions, “I can’t just sit and wait for you to crawl into my window at night to patch you up Hobie! I can’t, I refuse.” She says shaking her head and avoids his eyes.

She takes a shaky breath, “I’m either in it with you or-” she can’t finish her sentence and runs her hands through her hair, bringing her knees up she rests her forehead on them.

He balks at her, “Or what? Ya givin’ me an ultimatum?” He says defensively.

“No! I’m not, I just-” she’s exhausted and angry tears are pricking at her eyes. “I just need… fuck,” she takes a sharp breath.

She looks up at him, “I’m not trying to make you run off okay? I’m not giving you an ultimatum but you can’t give me one either.” She pleads.

“Telling me to not help you when I can, isn’t fair. You don’t get to tell me how to live my life.” She says looking up at him, trying to make him understand.

He instantly deflates and takes a step toward her, he takes a deep breath, “I’m not trying to tell ya what to do luv, alright?” He sits and grasps her hands in his tightly.

“I just can’t lose you.”

Her heart monitor, while it has been going crazy, spikes loudly at his words. She wants to throw the treacherous thing out right now. Her heart feels like it’s going to explode.

“I don’t want to lose you either.” She says softly, gripping his hands. “I need you to not put me on the sidelines okay? I’m asking you to trust me a little.” She says.

He sighs and pulls her into a tight embrace, Shoving his head into her neck, “M’sorry alright.” He murmurs softly.

She wraps her arms tightly around him too, clinging onto him.

“How do you feel?” He asks pulling back, brushing her hair out of her face.

“Sore, but fine I think.” She says giving him a soft smile.

“Let’s get you home.” He presses a kiss to her forehead that makes her face heat up.

He pulls his mask back on and opens the ambulance door looking for the EMT.

She sits there for a moment just taking in what happened. Her face is warm and she can’t stop her heart from pounding.

She rubs her face and sighs, she’s too caught up in him… and she doesn’t think she wants out.

#hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x oc #hobie fanart #atsv hobie #across the spider verse fanart #spiderpunk #spiderman fanfiction #spiderman atsv #atsv #atsv fanart #spiderverse #my art

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I have a wip of it. It would be TSSM related since I know that one more. Also, i don’t like looking at spiders, but I'm trying. This is basically a self insert rn with university as an animator who loves different types of media, I will stop mid fight to have a deep conversation with Mysterio and I think it would be really funny if he accidentally help out civilian me. Phineas would have a granddaughter, Phin (PS4 game) thats in the same classes as me (invites me to her house as I scream inside, also Tinkerer and Tinker) Osborn telling the art major (me) what art is supposed to be. (Later becomes unwell after becoming goblin) Accidentally volunteering on painting a mural for Tomby's building (me having bad luck seeing every villain as a civilian). Some who figure out im in school, "Don't you have homework to do?"Well, i would do it, IF YOU WEREN'TROBBING THE BANK RN!" Conners are just trying their best, but someone keep sabotaging their lab on purpose. I would have natural webs (not smart enough to make gadgets, but I would have someone make stuff for me), colored smoke bombs for surprise, and gloves with claws (to hide real nails) but I'm not sure on the rollerblades though. Also, the aesthetic would be blues, purple, black, and yellow. If I don't base on my design after a spider, I'm doing something like the Night Spider maybe. I'm still working on stuff but hopes this is fine!

Sorry for not responding to this when you sent it in!! but this is a really cool spidersona and world concept!!

spidersona with claws gang!!!

And don't worry about the spiders thing, I also can't stand looking at spiders. not unless they're very obviously fake and cartoony looking. sdkjhsdfkj it's the only way for me.

If you like Pokemon, I've seen at least 2 different spidersonas with a Pokemon design theme/motif (Joltik & Pikachu), so that could be a fun alternative!

or, if you have friends who don't mind looking at spiders, they could help you out with finding some inspiration!

I might not like looking at spiders, but I do know of a few that are pretty interesting. The Bunny Harvestman (not actually a spider! still an arachnid tho) and the Mirror Spider just to name 2! Although, the don't have those aesthetic colors you listed. there IS a blue tarantula tho, "Gooty Sapphire" as it's called I believe??

However, you don't need to base it off a preexisting spider! it can be designed and styled similar to one of the official spiderpeople's suits and given adjustments and changes to fit what you think looks cool! I mean. some people go with a jester or clown theme. some people have even done gummy candy spiders, etc etc. there's LOADS of room for creativity!

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What would the Demon Spider Family have been like if they had been a demon slayer family (like the Rengokus) instead?

I may not have gotten ideas for them having been raised as generations and generations of Demon Slayers, but I did get ideas for them as a hodge-podge Spider Breath family! For brevity's sake, this is going to be focused on the main five.

We start with Rui, who once heard a story about a parent who dived into a river to save their drowning child. The child survived, but the parent sacrificed their life. This story left an impact on Rui, it moved him how deep the parent's love was, how courageous a strong person was in protecting the weak, and how tight their familiar bond must had been.

As he pondered it, his thoughts were interrupted by a light, crackly thud in the snow behind him. He looked over her shoulder to his mother, her knees flat on the ground, and her shoulders slumped. "I'm sorry... Rui... that I can't be stronger for you..."

"You say that like you didn't give me a strong body," he replied flatly, then helped her over his shoulders so they could finish the walk home. "You and father both, you make it like I've drained the strength out of you two."

"I'm sorry..." They were always apologizing. It wasn't their fault that his mother had a weak constitution ever since giving birth to him, and his father made his own frailty worse with how hard he worked to provide for them. Rui sometimes bitterly thought how they had things backwards, the parents were supposed to care for the child, not the other way around.

It couldn't be helped, though. Rui was an absurdly strong child. His tiny muscles compounded with strength every year, he was quicker than all the children around him, and he was smarter than them, too. They annoyed him how they couldn't appreciate the intricacies of natural patterns, like the beautiful construction of a spider web. He amused himself with string and mimicking those patterns, and through his observations, he intuitively learned to control his Breath in a way that that made all his skills even sharper.

However, none of that helped on the night the demon attacked. His parents flung themselves between him and the demon, and they were killed instantly. This shocked Rui so much that his hair all turned stark white. Before the demon reached stunned Rui, a young man in a black uniformed and haori in two halves swept through his home and beheaded in the demon in one simple motion.

"This isn't how it should had been," Rui squeezed his hands over his parents' corpses, "I'm the strong one. I'm the one who should had protected the weak. I could had strangled that thing with only one string."

"You think you're strong enough to defeat demons? Don't make me laugh," the young man said to him. "Use that anger. Stand up and face them if you will. Join the Demon Slayer Corps to attain the only weapons that will kill them."

So that was what Rui did. After getting some basic training and know-how and a Nichirin blade, Rui went through the Final Selection with a Breath of his own invention (but thought to be an off-shoot of Insect Breath), Spider Breath. In addition to using a sword, Rui also asked for Nichirin iron thread to use as a secondary weapon.

Rui's reputation spread. Besides the stark white hair from the shock of loosing his parents, one of the other oddities was that a side effect of Spider Breath was marks appearing on his skin (although the Ubuyashiki family took an interest in this, they are understood as not being The Mark. That would look like a cooler spider design, later). Also, just as a side effect of Rui's unusual strong constitution, he grows very, very slowly and looks like a child even throughout his teenage years. It's annoying, but he dismisses it simply as that his body was confused about where to focus its development, so he just keeps getting stronger instead (especially in Corp training).

Eventually, this leads to people coming to Rui wanting to learn Spider Breath.

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Mother Spider, Father Spider:

She lost her mother to demons when he was very young. Life was very unkind to her thereafter, she was often abused by her caretakers and was desperate to please them. Eventually she was married off to a butcher, a very undesirable partner because he was not considered very smart, but considered very violent. He was raised without much hope for his prospects, and having grown up under a lot of violence himself, he resorted to violence better than words. This was all he knew to do in his marriage, too.

Finally, she could not stand it, and she ran off (partially intending to seek refuge with a local religious leader). She encountered a demon and thought she might finally meet her end and be released from all the suffering of life, but Rui saved her. She was so deeply impacted by this encounter that it ingratiated her to Rui, who was still very young at the time. Her heart was moved for pity for this orphan fighting so hard alone, and she insisted on learning from him so that she could protect him and shield him from the horrors of the world. She was the first person Rui ever met who showed a similar understanding for Spider Breath, so he accepted her, on the condition that she make herself useful. She promised, and practiced hard under her strict teacher. However, in all that time together she cared a great deal about him and asked that he think of her as a new mother. Rui wasn't looking for a new mother, but rolled his eyes and started calling her that.

Eventually he sent her off to the Final Selection, she survived, and then she came back wearing a uniform of Maeda's design.

So in all this time, her husband, who could never express himself well, nor had he ever had the chances to learn how to express kindness, how been looking for his wife. After all, that was his wife. Husbands and wives were supposed to spend their lives together, and he was lonely. Husbands were also supposed to protect their wives, he knew this, and he had to find her somewhere out there in the big, wide scary world where she surely didn't know what she was getting herself into.

On the day he finally finds her, she is not happy to see him, and Rui is annoyed by the family drama as Mother hides behind him. It has been a long time since they've seen each other, and when Father hears Rui call her "Mother," he assumes this is his son, whom he wells up with pride for. Rui, however, chides him to back off because his violence made her run off, and this is the first time anyone has ever said that so plainly to Father's face. Rui says she's busy as a member of the Demon Slayer Corp now, so if he wants to see her, he's got to be a Demon Slayer too. Father goes off to the Final Selection to do just that, and Mother is shocked when he shows up in a Corp uniform which barely fits; those buttons are hanging on for dear life. (He didn't have a Nichirin blade and therefore did not actually kill any demons during the Final Selection, but he survived just fine.) Mother is not happy, but Rui rolls his eyes and tells him that if he's going to stick around, he's going to have to learn Spider Breath, and be a better husband. Having Breath technique to study and give him other ways to think and express himself gives Father a lot more self-control, and very, very slowly, he expresses his love and appreciation for Mother in different ways (usually with the rest of the family needed to plainly tell him how to do it), and she very, very, very slowly sees him in a new light. It'll take a long, long, long time, and Father makes lots and lots and lots of changes, but eventually, they will be a couple again.

Brother Spider:

He was in Insect Breath user and showed up one day asking to be Rui's Tsuguko. Rui chided him that he wasn't a Pillar and shouldn't be treated as one, but if that was what this Insect Breath user wanted, fine, Rui would teach him, but only if he showed promise. Still, Rui asked his motivation.

At this, the young man grinned, saying that he thought Spider Breath could be made more potent with the addition of wisteria poison. He grinned wider saying that he didn't find Insect Breath vicious enough and that Spider Breath might make demons suffer more.

So this guy was kind of a weirdo, but sure, Rui didn't have a problem with someone who wanted to make demons suffer, they deserved him. This guy heard all that "mother, father" stuff even though Rui was very clearly not the child of his two students, and this young man thought it was hilarious and jumped in with, "that means you should call me 'Oniisan.'"

Father asked Mother, "We have two sons?"

Mother's first impulse was to reply that neither were his sons, but she thought the better of it and stayed silent.

Sister Spider:

She and her older sister were orphans, but one day when they were attacked, Muzan offered to let them live if they became demons. Although this sounded terrifying and she wanted nothing more than to get away, her older sister accepted demon blood. The sight of her sister twisting in pain as she transformed and then reawakened with bloodlust in her eyes scared her so much that it finally gave her the extra burst of adrenaline to run away.

She came to bitterly regret this later, and joined the Demon Slayer Corp so that she wouldn't have to face such fear for her powerlessness ever again. She learned Water Breath and barely survived the Final Selection, but when that wasn't enough to make each of her battles a life and death struggle, she encountered Spider Breath and thought it might help her be less scared, so she bowed and begged Rui to teach her.

By this time, Rui was very tired of students. Having Mother's company was nice and all, and Father and Brother were certainly powerful Demon Slayers who took to Spider Breath well, but it was getting to be a little much. This girl gave him her whole sob story and he cut her short saying that he wouldn't train her because she was wibbling and sobbing for someone to protect her, and that she was weak-willed; if she ever encountered her demon sister she'd probably drop her Nichirin blade and be eaten without a fuss. Thus, he sent her away.

This stirred up something in her, she knew he was right. She had to work on her own willpower first. So she did, and she went looking for her sister, and she killed her. It was an intense battle, both physically and emotionally, but she came out of it stronger. She used this as proof to Rui, who honestly didn't think she had it in her and found himself impressed, so he felt he should agree to teach her Spider Breath like she asked. After all, she had aptitude for it, and it made her a better Demon Slayer than her Water Breath did.

Father assumed they had a daughter. His whole world changed at the thought of having a daughter to protect. Mother and Sister had a bit of a tense relationship because Sister found her simple and not as strong as everyone else, but they slowly found a bond, partly through being the two female members of the group. They both found Brother weird and whispered about him together but ultimately accepted him.

Rui remained the center of this family, whom he never recognized as such. They were his demon slaying students, and he made sure they all knew that the strong were meant to protect the weak. And, with him being the strongest, he accepted the annoyance that this meant he had to protect them a lot of the time.

They all wanted to support and care for him, though. And eventually, Rui started letting that into his heart. It was scary to have familial bonds again--after all, that bond was what got his parents killed.

But eventually, he let them into his heart, allowed himself to feel vulnerable again, and cared for. That became part of his healing process to accept the sacrifice his parents made for him.

Also, everyone else started getting marks on their faces from Spider Breath practice too. The end.

#rui #kny fix it au

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