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Loki's Daughter

TITLE: Loki's Daughter CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 14: Ynatu's Auction House AUTHOR: traveling-classicist ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Avengers: Endgame AU Loki that gets away with tesseract has been using it to explore the universe. During his adventures, he comes across a little girl with developing but oppressed magical abilities. Intrigued (and subconsciously lonely) Loki keeps her around. RATING: T

AO3 Link: here NOTES/WARNINGS: A little bit of bloody violence in this chapter so be warned if you're squeamish.

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Kuna watched as Loki paced back and forth in front of her, taking bites out of their last piece of bread. He had one arm bent behind his back, the other holding the bread in front of his face. He stared at the floor as he walked, his eyes occasionally darting from side to side as if reading an invisible page. He muttered to himself and shook his head, turning on his heel and going back the other way.

“So, if the Masters needed to trace back slaves to their families, should they show potential with magic, how would they do that?” Loki asked, his mouth full of another bite of bread.

Kuna stared at him. He had been pacing back and forth all morning, asking her periodic questions about her home-system. She answered what she could, but it did not feel like they were getting anywhere. “Um, well, they could look at the little chip in my back,” she said.

She contorted around, stretching her arms behind her back until she was just touching the area around her shoulder blades. She reached under her shirt. “Here it is!” Her fingers rubbed a small patch of skin behind her left shoulder blade.

Loki dropped his bread in horror. “You have a microchip in you?” He dropped to his knees and felt her back, being careful around the bandaged areas until he found the spot Kuna showed him. He could feel a small, hard, lump just under her shoulder blade, deep below the skin.

“Mmm-hmm,” Kuna nodded. “The auctioneers scan it when we’re being sold to get all our information, like how many masters we’ve had and how old we are and what jobs we can do. I think it says who all of our old masters were and probably our families too.”

“I cannot believe they microchipped you,” Loki said, rubbing it with his finger. “Why didn’t you tell me? Does it hurt?”

“No! And you didn’t ask!” Kuna cried.

“All right but as soon as we’re done, this thing is coming out.”

Kuna pouted, regretting her decision to tell Loki about the chip.

“How do they scan this thing?” Loki asked, replacing Kuna’s shirt.

“With this little scanner gun thingy,” Kuna said. She pantomimed a small, handheld device, measuring it with her hands in the air. “I don’t know what it is. The auctioneers carried it with them... with their whips.” She shuddered at the thought. “I don’t wanna go back there.”

“It will be fine. We just have to steal one of these ‘thingies,’” - Loki copied her gesture - “from one of these auctioneers, scan your chip, and then we can figure out who, or at least where, your parents are. I’m sure they kept that information. Your people sound as paranoid as SHIELD.”

“Who?”

“They’re... never mind. Once we know where to find your parents, we can go to them and force—I mean figure out who cursed you.”

Kuna looked at him flatly. “Are you going to kill them?”

“What?! No! I won’t! I’m not!”

Kuna looked down at the floor in thought.

“If I did that, we wouldn’t get the information we need,” Loki continued.

Kuna did not respond. She folded her hands in her lap, occasionally picking at her palms.

“Listen, darling. You don’t have to see them if you don’t want to. I will handle everything. And I won’t kill them, I promise.”

Kuna nodded, slowly.

“And I will be with you the whole time we’re there.”

“Do you think they ever loved me?” she asked.

Loki sighed. “Mmm. No, probably not.”

Kuna stared at him in shock.

“But my real parents didn’t love me either. So, you’re not alone.”

Kuna went back to picking at her palms.

“But… I love you,” Loki said, bumping her shoulder with his.

She smiled and hugged him. “I love you too.”

***

They arrived on a planet in Kuna’s home-system, in a dark alleyway that smelled putrid and damp. Loki’s nose crinkled at the foul smell, but Kuna took his hand and led him away. The city was closely quartered, with the buildings and houses nearly leaning onto each other across the streets. Stone and wooden buildings were packed together and stacked tall enough to topple over. Loki could see several different styles of architecture in one building alone, seeming to grow younger and more innovative with height.

“Where are we, Kuna?”

“This is called Yaraai. It’s a city where a lot of Freepeople live on the planet, Ynatu.”

“Freepeople,” Loki said.

“People who aren’t slaves but aren’t masters either.”

“How original,” Loki muttered.

He had not had any real direction when teleporting them back to Kuna’s system. He figured any planet in the system would have a slave auction where they could find an auctioneer with a scanner. This planet seemed to be the right place.

People passed by in dirty tunics covered in soot and who knows how many layers of grime. Loki could see at least a few different species of hominid-like beings. Torileena’s markets had not been so densely populated as this city. Loki had been quick to vacate them for the tranquility of Torileena’s massive trees. However, now he was quite interested in this system, despite its rather primitive culture.

A scaly, lizard man with a long tail and yellow eyes with slitted pupils watched them pass by as he leaned against a post. A woman with a copious amount of fur covering her entire body sold some kind of clothing that Loki thought was likely made of her own fur. A human-looking man shouted on a street corner about slave auctions, touting slaves starting at 10000 turans. Loki scoffed in disgust. Kuna’s shoulders slumped.

Kuna suddenly squeezed his hand and started to pull him to the side of the busy street. Loki looked up and found everyone standing against the walls, leaving a clearing through the middle of the street. Kuna tugged harder on his hand, but he ignored her. A man clad in fine robes was walking down the middle of the street towards them, clearly the cause of all the drama, trailed by several people wearing the same shackles he had found Kuna in.

Loki’s eyebrows raised at the sight of one of these masters Kuna was so afraid of.

“Loki! Get out of the way,” Kuna hissed at him, pulling on his arm. Her voice was quivering with fear.

But Loki stood his ground. Taking Kuna’s hand, he marched up the street. The Master stopped some yards ahead, aghast at the pair walking towards him. His slaves bumped into each other at the sudden stop and peeked around either side of him to see what was happening.

Loki walked with purpose, ignoring the gasps and whispers of the people flattened against the walls on either side of them. In truth, he quite liked their looks of shock as they passed.

Unable to free her hand from Loki’s, Kuna kept her head down, trying with all her might to disappear.

“This is preposterous!” the Master said loudly. “Get out of my way, yara.”

“What did he just call me?” Loki asked Kuna.

“It’s a nasty word for Freeperson,” she whispered. “We should move. He has right of way. He’s a Master.”

“I beg your pardon, yara,” Loki said haughtily to the Master. “I am no Freeperson. I am a god. And you’ll get out of my way before I smite you into a grease spot on this dirty street.”

There were gasps. A baby started crying. A man in the crowd fainted. Loki marched on, dragging Kuna with him. The Master took a step out of the way, mouth hanging open. The slaves skittered to the wall, away from Loki. Everyone watched as they passed by. Even the birds stopped chattering to watch.

Kuna was having a panic attack. Her chest heaved as Loki strode on, unfazed.

“I told you, I’d take care of everything,” he said to her.

“You’re crazy!” she breathed. “He could have killed us.”

“Bah, I think he’s a spineless little cockalorum,” Loki said, smiling at her.

Kuna was convinced he had gone truly mad. They approached the man advertising slaves.

“Where is this auction taking place, sir,” Loki asked politely.

“At the auction house, of course!” he replied.

Loki gave a stolid laugh. “Of course. And where might that be?”

“Follow this street til you see the big building.”

“The big building?” Loki asked, raising a brow at the big buildings all around them.

“You’ll know it when you see it.”

“Right,” Loki scoffed.

“Don’t let those fools mark you down for that girl, now!” he called after them.

Kuna gasped and hopped a few steps to catch up with Loki as he walked. She knew the building when she saw it. Tall and black as night. The reliefs on the front showed slaves holding up the pillars of the building. Statues lining the angled roof depicted the first masters that had enslaved evil magic users. They glared down at her, accusingly.

Loki watched all manner of people filing in and out of the front of the giant building. The masters were easily recognizable as the cleanest and most well-dressed. The freepeople, he figured, were those who were dressed dirtily, speaking in hushed tones with masters as they walked by. However, he did not see any slaves.

“Kuna, where are the slaves?”

“Th-they go in the back way,” she whispered. She took his hand and pulled it close to her face almost speaking into it. “It’s much worse back there.”

“I can imagine.”

He knelt down in front of Kuna. “We’ll be quick in there. I know you don’t want to go in there, but we need to find one of those auctioneers and get that scanner.”

Kuna shook her head as he spoke. “I don’t wanna go in there,” she whispered, shaking her head. She felt suddenly foggy, like she was swimming in her own mind.

Loki looked at the auction house. Of course, he knew why she did not want to go in. He could not imagine the torture she had endured in this place. But he did not want to leave her alone either. He didn’t trust any of these people not to swoop in and try to kidnap her.

“I understand,” he said. “Tell you what. We’ll have some fun with it. I’m going to show you a trick I observed in the streets of Asgard more than a few times. It will help us get in and out of there as quickly as possible. We’ll be off this stinky planet before you know it.”

He whispered in her ear their plan. Kuna shook her head in fear, staring at the auction house while Loki explained the trick.

“It’ll be fun,” he said.

“That doesn’t sound like fun at all.”

“Oh, come on. Please?” He put on his most persuasive smile, batting his eyes at her.

Kuna rubbed her arms and looked up at him. She felt confused, suddenly disoriented like her mind did not wish to focus on the task at hand. But Loki’s shining smile reassured her. She sighed, “Okay.”

She pulled up her hood. It slid down over her eyes. Loki chuckled and pushed it back.

“Oh! I almost forgot! I found this tucked away in my pocket. It used to be mine, but I think it’ll fit you.”

He pulled out a small golden crown with two curving horns protruding from the front. Kuna gasped softly and touched it.

“Just like mine.” He patted his brow.

Kuna put the crown on and beamed up at Loki.

“Perfect,” he said.

She took his hand and they walked into the crowded building. They entered into a large room, lit by sparking magic torches. The room was the same black coloured marble as the outside of the building making it dark and foreboding. Stages lined the walls of the room, each with lines of slaves being bought and sold. The echo of men shouting prices and children wailing made Kuna shudder. It was hot and humid in the crowd. Kuna felt like she was suffocating.

“Do you see any of them?” Loki asked over the chatter.

Kuna stared at her feet. She did not want to look up at the stage where slaves were being showed off and bid on and sold in front of them. She could smell blood, surely from a slave with fresh flogging wounds. Other foul smells attacked her nostrils. She pushed her face into Loki’s leg.

“Kuna?”

She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to do the same with her ears. And nose.

“Kuna? Which one’s the auctioneer?”

She shook her head.

“Hey, you there!” someone shouted. “Are you buying or selling?”

A man approached them. Kuna was shaking like a leaf. She stepped behind Loki’s legs, trying to hide herself behind his cape. She made the mistake of looking up at the man. His eyes were stern, and he glared at her when she met his eyes. She quickly looked away. He was shorter than Loki, with blond hair, a round face, and a smell like stale beer.

“She looks like a good chew toy. I own a beast-fighting ring on Honerquin. I’d be interested in buying her if you’re interested in selling,” he continued to Loki.

Loki looked at the man aghast. Kuna hid behind his legs. Her knees shook with fright. The shaking continued all the way up to her teeth. She felt like she would pass out. She stared obediently at the floor.

“I think they’d love her. Squirts like her always get the crowd roaring, if you know what I mean,” the man went on.

“No, I don’t think I do,” Loki said, his voice level.

Kuna was finding it harder and harder to breathe. Her head felt like it was swirling. Loki wouldn’t really sell her, would he? What were they doing here? Why did he bring her here?

The man had started babbling about his fighting ring and all the beasts he had. Kuna wanted to throw up. She wanted to be anywhere else but here. Why did Loki want to be here in this awful place talking to this awful man?

“Well?” the man said, impatiently. “Are you going to sell her or not? I’d offer you a good price.”

“This one’s had enough of this system’s foul beasts, I think,” Loki said, coolly. “However, if you’d point me towards one of those auctioneers, I’d be grateful.”

Kuna let out a little gasp and clutched a handful of his trousers.

“Ha! New here, are you?” he spat at Loki’s feet and harumphed through the crowd towards another stage and began bidding on the slave for sale. A tear tried to escape Kuna’s eye, but she blinked it back as Loki looked down at her.

“Pleasure,” Loki growled, taking Kuna’s hand again. “Come on, we still need to find one of those auctioneers. Have you seen one yet?”

Kuna shook her head without taking her eyes off the ground.

“Hmm.” Loki looked around, scanning the crowd for someone that looked like the ones Kuna had described. “Look, I think there’s one right there. Come on. We’ll be quick.” He grabbed her hand.

Kuna dug her heels in but slid on the marble floor. Loki was much stronger than her. Why did he want to talk to an auctioneer? Did he really want to sell her? Her heart was pounding as they walked straight towards a burly auctioneer. The handle of a whip rapped at his side. She inhaled deeply, her back tinging at the thought of the magic lash he might be able to conjure. Her eyes darted to his other hip; the scanner was held in a small holster and suddenly, she remembered what they had spoken about outside.

“All you have to do is swipe it from him,” Loki had whispered in her ear. “I’ll distract him.”

Kuna had not liked the sound of it at all. She was not sneaky. The auctioneers were ruthless. They would get caught for sure.

“It’s a classic trick. One man distracts the target, the other reaches into his pocket and grabs his coin purse. The target never knows until they’re long gone.”

She glanced up at him. He nodded back at her with a sly grin. Swallowing hard, she let go of Loki’s hand. Loki hit shoulders with the auctioneer. He turned and glared at Loki.

“Oi! Watch where you’re going!” he barked at him, turning to face Loki.

Kuna skirted around his other side as he turned and gingerly reached up, sweeping the scanner off his hip.

“Excuse me,” Loki said, louder than he needed to. “Apologies.”

“Ruddy tourist,” he grumbled, glowering at Loki.

Kuna tucked the scanner under her cloak and kept walking. Loki made an apologetic bow towards the man before walking away. Kuna took Loki’s hand again once they had passed by the burly man. Her heart was pumping with exhilaration. That had not been as bad as she thought it would be. And the auctioneer didn’t even see her!

Loki escorted her towards an exit. They walked down in front of the crowd, in front of the stage. Kuna glanced up and locked eyes with a young girl, a slave, being sold. She gasped as a memory flashed before her eyes. Light in the darkness, tiny hands offering food, and blue eyes. The slave’s blue eyes.

Loki didn’t see. He had his eyes set on the exit.

“Did you get it?” he asked as soon as they were clear. He led her down an alleyway just off the square.

Kuna revealed the scanner from her cloak.

“You did it! Oh, I knew you could, Kuna!”

Loki squeezed her into a hug. A darkness seemed to lift from her mind, and it felt clearer. Her doubts about being sold again melted away in his embrace. He took the scanner and hid it away in his pocket.

“Now, we can get off this dreadful rock,” he said.

“Loki?” Kuna asked, softly.

“Hmm?”

“That girl back there. I know her. She saved me once, I think,” she whispered.

“Saved you?”

“Can we…” She looked back towards the auction house.

Loki looked back. “What?”

“Can we free them? Those slaves?” she shuffled from foot to foot. “I know her,” she repeated.

He sighed and looked down at her. She looked up at him with big pleading eyes, her lips pouting.

He looked at her sternly. “I don’t know where you learned how to do this face thing but it’s not going to work,” he said, folding his arms and trying to look away. Kuna stared at him, her eyes still pleading with him. “Oh, all right. I think I know of a few planets we can teleport them to but that’s it.”

A big smile crossed Kuna’s face.

“Come on, then,” Loki said.

They walked back towards the building. Loki followed Kuna towards a rear entrance. There were carts and wagons with metal cages around them. Loki grimaced at the sight. He could not imagine how horribly these people were treated. A large man approached them and brought his attention back.

“This entrance is for auctioneers and masters only,” he said.

“Bold of you to assume I’m not a master,” Loki huffed.

“Pah, wearing that? Yeah, right. Shove off, yara.”

Loki shrugged, turning as if to leave. Kuna took a few steps back with him. In a swift, sharp movement, Loki turned back, throwing all his weight into his arm and punched the auctioneer square in the face. The man fell flat on his back, knocked out cold, blood gushing from his decimated nose and broken teeth.

“This is fine Asgardian leather, thank you,” Loki said, straightening his armor. “That takes care of him. Come on. Let’s be quick.” He started towards the doorway.

“Loki?”

“Hmm?” Loki stopped short and looked down at Kuna.

“Could I have the real dagger?” Kuna asked, politely.

“I thought you could just look at all those guards in there with those big, pouty eyes. If it worked on me, I’m sure it will work on them.”

Kuna frowned.

“No?” Loki produced the dagger for her. “Fine.”

“I promise I won’t cut off my fingers.”

“Do me a favour and cut off their fingers.”

“Okay!”

He handed her the dagger and they walked into the auction house. This room looked much different than the marble-clad atrium in the front. The floor was covered in straw. Cages were stacked against the walls, crammed full of men, women, and children in chains. Loki covered his mouth and nose at the stench inside. The appearance of two strangers caused a stir in the cages but the slaves remained quiet, with their heads down.

“Oi! What are you doing in here?” a man’s voice rang out. He rushed towards the centre of the room from a door that led out onto a stage. Pulling his whip from his side, he raised it, ready to strike. The slaves in the cages cowered. Even Kuna took a step back, grabbing Loki’s pantleg with one hand and raising her dagger with the other.

Loki held up his hand. A green sheen whisked over the man, and he froze in place.

“Hold on, sir,” Loki said. “We’ve got a tiny warrior-in-training here. If you wouldn’t mind being her practice dummy,” He looked down at Kuna and smiled. “Don’t go easy on him, darling. Go on. Go get him.”

Kuna put on her best warrior face and ran towards him. Loki unfroze the guard and watched Kuna carefully. He would not let anything happen to her, of course, but she deserved to get back at one of these horrendous people after all they had done to her.

The man fired off a blast of magic. Kuna tumbled out of the way. Loki hissed and waved his hand at the man. There was a flash of green and a crack. The man cried out, grabbing his now broken arm. Kuna regained herself. He threw out his good arm for another magical attack, but Kuna slashed at him. His fingers thudded to the floor. He screamed in pain.

Now, with two useless arms, the man stood no chance against little Kuna. She leapt up again and took a stab at his chest. He collapsed on the floor. Kuna turned and looked back at Loki for approval. He smiled at her. The auctioneer lifted his head slightly from the floor behind Kuna. Loki gestured towards him, and Kuna squealed, kicking him in the head. He did not move again.

Kuna skipped back over to Loki, beaming.

“Aww, that’s my little assassin,” he said, warmly, caressing her head. He could see the terror in the eyes of the slaves as they looked at him.

“He’s a fingerless cockalorum!” Kuna said, between breaths.

“That’s right.”

“There’s a control panel over there,” Kuna said, pointing to a standing computer by the doorway to the auction stage.

Loki strode over to it, examining the screen and various buttons. He picked Kuna up.

“Which one?” he said. “You read them. Which one reads, ‘Open’?”

“Mmm,” Kuna looked over the buttons until her eyes landed on a green one with the word ‘OPEN’ written beneath it. “That one!”

"Good job!” Loki said. “Well, go on!”

Kuna smiled and pressed the button. All the cage doors swung open at once, but the slaves did not move. Kuna’s smile disappeared.

“You’re free!” she said. Loki put her down.

“We’re going to lead you somewhere safe. Where you can find new, free lives away from Masters,” Loki explained.

“Quickly!” Kuna said, urging them to come out of the cages. “We won’t hurt you!”

The young girl Kuna had seen earlier stepped out of a cage door. She had red hair and blue eyes; her face speckled with freckles. Kuna nodded at her and smiled. She tiptoed closer, eyes glued to the floor. Kuna held out her hand to the girl and she gingerly took it. Kuna led her towards the back of the room where they had come in. Some of the other slaves began to edge out of the cages, following after them. Loki watched, proudly.

There was a shout from auction stage and heavy footfalls.

“Hey! What’s going on here?” a man bellowed. A whip cracked in the air, making everyone, including Loki, flinch. Slaves darted back into the cages.

Loki wheeled round, ready to fight. As if in slow motion, a silver glint passed his vision on his right side and the man in front of him stopped in his tracks, arm raised for another crack of his whip. The hilt of Kuna’s dagger stuck out of his chest, just below his throat. Loki’s mouth fell open. He turned slowly to see Kuna standing a few feet behind him, hand still extended from the throw. The slave girl cowered behind her. The thud of the man’s body hitting the floor behind him did not change Loki’s expression of shock and fatherly pride.

“I think we should leave,” Kuna said.

“Right,” Loki said. He retrieved her dagger from the auctioneer’s body and hurried the slaves out the back of the room. “Get out of those cages now unless you want to be slaves forever!”

It was dark out now and the streets were practically empty. He opened a portal with the tesseract.

“Quickly, now!” he addressed the slaves. “Go through the portal!”

“Loki!” Kuna cried.

Loki turned round and saw several angry men marching towards them, including the smelly, round-faced man from before.

“That’s them!” he shouted.

“Go!” he yelled at the slaves.

They jumped and started running through the portal. Flashes of magic began to light up the square as the masters and auctioneers let loose upon the slaves.

“Kuna!” Loki called. In a moment, she was beside him. There were still many more slaves left to go through the portal. They needed to fend off the oncoming masters.

Loki looked down at Kuna. “Help them get through the portal,” he ordered. “I’ll take care of this.”

She nodded and went back to the portal to usher the slaves through.

Loki turned on the masters. A flash of green light sent several of them flying back. The masters sent off red lightning-like zaps, sending sparks flying up from the ground around the slaves. Loki blocked them with a warding spell. A small child ran away from the group of slaves, crying and confused. A master conjured a silver whip and cast it towards the child.

Kuna leapt in front of him. The whip snapped tightly around her arm. She winced but turned back to the boy and pushed him back into the group. The master at the other end of the whip yanked hard on Kuna’s arm. She took several jaunted steps forward and pulled back. She pulled out her dagger and tried to cut the whip, but it did not give, even under the sharp blade. More red lightning snapped around her, sending sparks up towards her eyes. She tried to shield her face, but the man pulled on her again.

“Papa!” she cried at Loki.

He whipped around and threw knives at the master holding her. The man fell backwards, and the silvery whip melted off of Kuna’s arm. She ran to Loki. Nearly all the slaves had gone now. Loki was trying to keep his eyes on the remaining masters, who were bearing down on them.

“No!” Kuna cried out and Loki felt her run away from his side. “Let her go!”

She ran towards a master who had the red-haired slave girl in his grasp.

“You’re not going anywhere!” he grunted, struggling with her. She screamed and cried, reaching for the other slaves at the portal entrance.

Loki turned to follow Kuna, but the masters attacked him all at once. He threw another ward to hold them off but could not hold it up and fight them off and go after Kuna all at the same time.

Kuna reached the master and slashed at his leg. He had been struggling with the girl so much, he had not even seen Kuna run up to him. The gash she left on his leg was deep and he collapsed as his leg gave in. Kuna grabbed the girl’s hand but before they could run away, the master wrapped his arm around Kuna’s middle and hoisted her up.

He gasped. “You?” he growled, recognizing her.

Kuna let go of the girl’s hand and shouted at her to run. Thrashing in the man’s arms she got one of her hands free and clawed at him before sinking her teeth into his flesh. She bit down harder and harder, tasting blood in her mouth as the man writhed and swung her around by his arm. Becoming dizzy, she let go and flew back a few feet, rolling across the ground. Sitting up, she spat out the master’s gross blood and flesh. She scrambled to her feet and ran back towards the portal.

The blue-eyed girl stood just outside the it, waiting to see if Kuna was all right. Kuna reached her and started to push her towards the portal, but the girl took Kuna’s arm and started to pull her through as well. She pulled back.

“No! I can’t leave!” she turned to look back at Loki who was ferociously fighting off the masters and their guards. “You go!”

The girl nodded and disappeared through the portal with one last look at Kuna as it closed behind her.

One of the masters held up a cannon-like gun, aiming it right at Kuna. She gasped and tried to roll out of dodge, but the gun fired off. A net flew out of the cannon’s barrel, spreading out like a spider’s web, with round, heavy rocks attached to the ends.

There was nowhere for Kuna to go. The net wrapped around her, tripping her up. She hit the ground hard, white stars flooding her eyes, her arms twisted at odd angles in the net’s grasp. Her dagger had dropped out of her hand when the net hit her and now lay a few, agonizing inches out of reach. She tried desperately to get an arm free of the net to reach for it but saw the ropes start to glow a deep shade of red.

Her body was suddenly wracked with searing, white hot pain as the magic imbued in the ropes attacked her. They began to tighten fast around her. She wriggled and writhed to break free. The masters swooped in; one had his arm outstretched to snatch Kuna up.

Loki leapt over her, standing astride the net.

“That’s mine!” he snarled at them. His fists were glowing a phosphorescent green. Slamming his fist down on the ground, a blinding flash of green light exploded around them, sending out a shockwave that reverberated off the buildings, making them shake and shiver. A blast of magic hit each of the masters, killing them instantly and sending their bodies flying backwards, some hitting walls, others hitting the ground with sickening cracks and pops.

Loki faltered a moment. The explosive spell had caused his head to spin and his vision to blur. Kuna caught the hilt of the dagger with her finger and pulled it towards her. Through the pain, she tried desperately to cut the net.

At that moment, a deafening roar filled the square. Loki jumped and turned to see a fully armored gigagrunt staring him down. The enormous creature that had once chased them off Torileena, was now surrounded by several dozen armored soldiers, holding various weapons. He could see the glow of magic in some of their hands.

“We’re leaving!” he announced, more to himself than anyone else.

He hoisted Kuna up and opened a portal as the gigagrunt charged them down at full speed. Leaping through, he could still hear the pounding feet and angry roars of the monster as the portal closed and they were safe on the other side.

They had teleported to Torileena, its massive trees creaking above them, as tall as skyscrapers. It was quiet and still, their entrance into the forest causing a sudden silence of birds and other lurking creatures. Kuna squirmed in Loki’s lap and whimpered.

“That was close,” Loki muttered. He looked down at Kuna and found that the net was still tightening itself around her.

“Shit!” he cried, and desperately tried to cut the ropes loose.

“It won’t cut!” Kuna choked. She held on to a rope that was tightening dangerously around her throat.

Loki dropped the knife and grabbed two sides of the net and pulled hard. The rope dug into his fingers as the fibres of the rope began to tear under the stress. Finally, it gave way with a fizzling, popping sound as the magic in it was released. He unraveled the ropes from Kuna’s throat and body, tossing them aside.

She jumped up at him and threw her arms around his neck, crying into his hair. He sat back against a tree and hugged her, rubbing her back as she calmed.

“Are you hurt?” he asked, fearing but knowing the answer.

She sniffled and sat back in his lap, rubbing her forearm where the master’s whip had wrapped around it.

“Let me see,” Loki said, gently pushing back her sleeve. She winced as he pushed it passed angry red burns on her arm. “Oh, oh,” he said, softly. “That looks like it hurts.”

Kuna nodded slowly. If she nodded too much her head spun.

Loki looked her over. She had a scrape on her head where she had hit the ground and her face was pocked with black marks from the sparks that the master’s lightning had caused. Her neck was red from the ropes but the thick scars from her old chains seemed to protect her from any lasting damage. A few other superficial cuts and scrapes and a multitude of bruises but nothing broken.

“I think I can hear water,” he said. “Come here, we’ll get you cleaned up.”

He gently lifted her up, carrying her on his hip. She put her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder. They came to a small stream of crystal-clear water babbling over rounded pebbles. Loki knelt down and sat Kuna on a nearby rock. He brought over some water in a bowl he conjured and dabbed a cloth into it.

He cleaned her face first. The sparks did not leave any burns and the scrape was only surface level, but Kuna still winced when the cool cloth touched it.

“I’m sorry, darling,” Loki said. “That didn’t go to plan at all.”

“But they’re safe now, right?”

“Yes, that’s right,” he said.

He took Kuna’s arm and cleaned it. She watched him, keeping her eyes down. He wrapped her arm in some bandages and replaced her sleeve.

“How did you know her? That girl,” Loki asked.

“We were owned by the same Master once. That one that I bit. I remember he had a ziganberry orchard. He made me climb the tall trees to get the ones out of the very top. One time, they made me climb up a dead tree to get some of the last berries out of it. A branch broke and I fell. I squished all the berries I had picked and broke my arm. The Master’s men were so mad at me. They flogged me forever. Then, they locked me up in a barn where they kept bad slaves. I was supposed to stay there for a week without any food or water, so I wouldn’t do it again.”

“So, you wouldn’t fall out of a tree again?”

She nodded. “That girl… I just remembered her eyes. There was a loose brick in the barn, and she would pull it out and push ziganberries through for me. One time, I looked out to see who was there and saw her looking back at me. We never talked. She worked in the Master’s house, I think. I think I would have died if she didn’t give me those berries.”

There was a somber silence around them as Kuna looked at her hands. Loki didn’t know what to say.

“Where did you teleport them to?” she asked after a while.

“It’s a very nice planet that I found in my travels. Pretty secluded and inhabited by very kind and welcoming people. I think they’ll have good lives there,” Loki said. “And all thanks to you,” he added, giving her a soft poke in the chest.

Kuna shook her head, blushing. Loki smiled and picked her up again. “You were very brave, you know. And I’m sure that little girl is very thankful for what you did. She saved you and now you’ve saved her. And, of course, that master has a lovely scar to remember you both by.”

Kuna smiled, abashed.

They walked to the base of a humongous tree. Its massive roots created large, sloping walls as they dug deep into the ground. Loki picked a nice spot to sit and rest. He was completely exhausted by the spell he had used on the masters and the massive jump they had taken with the tesseract. His head ached and he felt dizzy. He would need time to recover before doing anything or going anywhere. Kuna, too, was exhausted, and already nodding off on Loki’s side.

He tried to cast a duplicate to watch over them, but it sparkled and faded away. His shoulders slumped in shame. He didn’t even have to strength to hold up a duplicate.

Pathetic.

Loki let out an exasperated sigh. “Ugh, you again,” he thought.

I never leave.

“Clearly.”

Loki closed his eyes and concentrated hard on making the voice go away. He hated being this exhausted. It made him feel normal and that made him feel vulnerable. Looking down at the snoozing Kuna, his eyelids began to droop as well. He fought against sleep. They were not in a safe place. The last time they had both been here, they had nearly been trampled by a monster. There was no telling what was lurking in the trees. He did not want to wake up in a kapkas mouth or worse, staring down a wild gigagrunt.

He pulled out the scanner Kuna had taken and fiddled with it. Pressing a button on the side, a screen illuminated on the front of the scanner.

SCAN CHIP ID

The words flashed at him. He blinked and looked down at Kuna. He did not want to disturb her. She was peacefully sleeping, curled up next to him.

So soft, the voice hissed.

Loki grunted disapprovingly, folding his arms. He stared into the brush. There was no movement. No wind. It didn’t seem to reach the forest floor like it did the canopy. He looked up towards the towering tops of the trees. He wondered if rain ever reached the ground through the leaf cover above. Surely it had to. There were plants growing down here.

The effort of thought only made him more tired.

Just give in.

“No,” he grumbled firmly, as if saying it aloud would make the voice stop.

Why are we wasting time on this child, anyways?

“What else would you be doing?” Loki scoffed in thought.

Figuring a way out of the mess you’ve made. You know he’ll find us.

“He has his hands full with all that Avengers business. Dead army and all. I think we’ll be fine, thank you.”

Complacency will be your downfall.

“Go away,” Loki muttered through clenched teeth.

He settled in next to Kuna and put his arm around her. He figured resting his eyes for a short while wouldn’t hurt.

#Loki #God of Mischief #Father #Submitted fic #Loki's Daughter #chapter 14 #traveling-classicist

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voidsentprinces · 3 years

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The only cutscene I want at the end of Endwalker:

Eorzea: 20 Years Later

Rising Stones: *heavily guarded by young, newly recruited Scions, gates and latest anti-Ascian security*

WoL: *walks up*

Guard: Do you have an appointment?

WoL: I'm an old friend, I just wanna--

Guard: All visitors are required to have an appointmen--

Tataru: Get back, Rynth! Go check the security systems! What it is? Who are you? What do you want?

WoL: *lowers their hood*

Tataru: ...my god, you've gotten fat, COME IN! Come! Come!

Rising Stones: *gates open and WoL enters*

WoL: *walking with Tataru*

Tataru: Yes...things are going QUITE well, quite well, no complaints. But, uhh...you know it is not the same. Not the same at all.

WoL: Weren't you just in the news? Some show in Hingan?

Tataru: DOMA, darling, Doma! Bah, Expert Adventurers. HA! Nothing expert about them except their big egos. I use to make clothing for GODS! Mmm...but perhaps you come with a challenge?

WoL: Tataru, I just need a patch job.

Tataru: Hmm...this is crappy synthesis, out modded five patches ago and you've torn right through it. What have you been doing up there?

WoL: The First Beast is a well populated voidsent species.

Tataru: Hmm...TRASH!

WoL: Wait no Tataru, I grinded for four weeks for that chest piece! Everyone kept rolling higher than me!

Tataru: Its all in the past now darling, never look back as I say. You need a new glamour, that much is certain.

WoL: A new glamour? Where the heck am I going to roll for that? I've been on the moon, I don't know any of the dungeons! What helms to get.

Tataru: Oh no one wears helm items any more. They got cancelled.

WoL: Why?

Tataru: Viera, ear metal technology can only advance so far.

WoL: Alright but where am I going to get new armor?

Tataru: You can't its impossible, I am booked for three months, so ask me now before I change my mind!

WoL: Wait, you want to make ME a new suit?

Tataru: ACK! You push too hard darling, but I accept! It will be BOLD! DRAMATIC!

WoL: Yeah! Something classic like uhh...THANCRED! Oh he had such a great coat on the first.

Tataru: NO COATS!

WoL: Isn't that my decision?

Tataru: Do you remember what happened to Nabriales? Dangerous Ascian, not a prime but an idiot who kidnapped Minfilia, tripped on his own coat and died!

WoL: I was there I killed hi--

Tataru: Asahi! Brash, arrogant, got stabbed by Yotsuyu!

WoL: You can't just generalize because they had coa--

Tataru: Thancred! Got so bold he thought he could misuse Ryne! Fandaniel, got hit by a truck driven by Lyse! Zenos autoerotic fighting!

WoL: What was that last one?

Tataru: NO COATS! Now leave me darling, I need time to work!

WoL: Ooookkkaay...guess its off to Limsa.

Tataru: No no no, don't go there. They released dubstep for Bards and now everyone thinks they're Killex.

#{ shitposting? shitposting }

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rawiswhore · 3 years

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Various WWF Wrestlers x Fem Reader- "Do Ya Wanna Touch Me?"

Hello. Sorry that I was gone for a while---I was on vacation and I don't own a smartphone, iPhone, iPad or even a laptop with me on vacation as well as didn't use any Internet when I was gone.

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Oh, the World Wrestling Federation's Attitude era, where the women's division and even women in general mostly just existed to be eye candy fap material, even some of the women during that era who were wrestlers were reduced to sex objects (i.e. Jacqueline and Ivory).

From legitimate wrestlers like Jacqueline and Ivory as well as valets like Sable, Debra and Terri Runnels doing bikini contests to most of the female roster doing bra & panties and evening gown matches (where they'd run around in the ring trying to rip each others clothes off until they're down to lingerie) and wrestle in bikinis filled with pudding or mud (and worse...get awarded WOMEN'S CHAMPIONSHIP belts for doing these so-called matches that barely contained any wrestling!).

Despite that the WWF's Attitude era being an era so many people put on a pedestal as the greatest wrestling era ever and that modern wrestling needs to be like it, some things about the Attitude era have not aged well, and the way the women's division was treated during this era is one of them.

And...some could debate if you were just another brick to add to the wall of how the women's division during the Attitude era wasn't so great.

Granted, you weren't always just eye candy doing bra & panties/evening gown and mud/pudding "matches" as well as bikini & wet T-shirt contests, but you also played a slutty nymphomaniac that dressed in little to nothing.

What's worse, being an eye candy sex object or being a slut, or both?

Either way, near the end of 1998, during a snippet on a "Monday Night Raw" episode that would lead to what's coming up next after commercial break, while the guitar riff to Slam Jam's "We're All Together Now" was playing, you were lying on a bed wearing nothing but a bra with a matching thong.

This really got the males (both grown men and horny underage boys) watching this in the audience as well as Jerry Lawler up in a frenzy, men and boys getting out of their seats and cheering loudly, some of them even wolf whistling at you, while Jerry Lawler's eyes bugged out of their sockets whilst he shrieked in overexcitement.

But that's not all.

While you laid on that bed in lingerie smiling, one of Triple H's hands reached out and grasped one of your tits, giving it a squeeze.

The camera was filming you, but it was filming one of Triple H's arms stretching out and his hand squeezing on one of your breasts.

"Oh my!" Jerry shrieked. "I-is that Triple H?"

Despite that Triple H's face wasn't being filmed, he was grinning naughtily while looking at you and murmuring.

His hand didn't just squeeze your tit, but fondled it as well.

Christian from the Brood's hand was squeezing and fondling your breast, again, Christian wasn't being filmed except for his arm and hand, but you could tell it was Christian, or at least a member of the Brood, because he was wearing that loose fitting long sleeved white shirt.

Though, the audience knows it's probably Christian considering they know you tried seducing him.

You were squirming and wiggling a little bit on the bed, smiling from ear to ear while they played with you.

Since Billy Gunn's nickname was Mr. Ass, one of his hands touched your rear end and turned you to your side on the mattress, where you lifted and turned your body over until you were being filmed from your side.

The camera was filming a good glimpse of your rear end sticking out, plus, you were wearing a thong.

His hand grasped and squeezed onto your ass cheek, and again, the camera didn't film Billy Gunn except for his arm and hand, but maybe they can tell it's Billy.

Off camera, Billy was smiling from ear to ear, his eyes staring at you while his mouth let out these murmurs.

Kane's gloved hand was wrapped around your neck and gently squeezed it, although he wasn't really choking you.

He didn't just choke you a bit, but his index and middle fingers crept into your mouth in between your lips, where you sucked on his black leather covered fingers as your eyes looked up at him.

The leather didn't taste very good, obviously, but your face is doing a good job of hiding that his gloved fingers doesn't taste pleasant.

Val Venis' hand was above your vulva, smiling and laughing a bit while he offered a hand, where the tips and pads of his fingers landed on your vulva, where his fingers vertically tickled up and down your clothed clit.

The audience, both male and female, can't believe what they're seeing.

This is bordering on pornography, much like the Attitude era itself, but if they thought that was shocking, they haven't seen anything yet.

While you were turned on your side, Shawn Michaels lent out one of his hands, where his hand was behind your back, his fingers wrapped around your bra closures and stretching it out until the closures detached from each other.

Shawn smiled as he had his hand behind your back and unhooked your bra, and Jerry Lawler's eyes bugged out of its sockets, pretending to be shocked that you're gonna get naked.

The males in the audience were going nuts, cheering even louder than before, hoping to see some nudity.

Shawn's fingers wrapped around one of your bra straps, whereas Jeff Hardy wrapped his fingers around your other bra strap and they slid your bra straps down your arms.

Before your bra cups could lift off of your breasts, Triple H and Christian lifted their hands off of your tits and slipped them under your bra cups, where their hands snuck under your bra cups and squeezed your breasts.

The audience is jealous, males are jealous of the wrestlers squeezing and touching you, whereas females are jealous that Triple H, Shawn, Billy, Val, Christian and Jeff are touching and undressing you.

When your bra straps slid down your arms until your bra cups were slipping off of your tits, Triple H and Christian's hands were covering your breasts, their hands covering and censoring your nipples from being shown on television.

Jerry Lawler and Jim Ross were freaking out at the commentary table, Jerry could nearly lean over his table and shriek out "Puppies!!!".

Steven Regal, who you might know more as William Regal, lent his hand out and grabbed one of the straps of your thong, whereas a Canadian newcomer in the WWF known as Test placed one of their hands on your thighs and stroked them up and down vertically.

While Shawn and Jeff slid your bra straps across your hands until Jeff's fingers let go of your bra and Shawn tossed it away, Billy's hand didn't just squeeze one of your ass cheeks, but he lifted his hand off of your ass cheek and let go of it, only for his hand to quickly spank your ass cheek, that cheek's skin turning pink when he spanked it.

He didn't spank it too hard, just gave it a swat.

Val's hand elevated up your panties until he slipped it under your thong, his fingers simulating he's rubbing and playing with your clitoris.

You didn't have any pubic hair under your panties, that's what's required when you become a WWF/E diva.

This made the audience go absolutely bonkers, filling the arena up with cheers, while Jerry Lawler and Jim Ross sitting at the commentary table pretended to be shocked, especially Jerry.

Kane's fingers weren't just in your mouth, but he brushed his thumb across your bottom lip.

As you've been getting squeezed and played with, you're just smiling there, giggling while they touch you.

Your face is even looking orgasmic sometimes, your eyes rolling to the top of your head only to shut your eyes afterwards and your mouth releasing a gaspy moan while Val's fingers play with your clit.

Jeff and Shawn grabbed onto the straps of your thong snug around your hips, where they pulled your panties down, while Shawn, Triple H, Billy and Val chuckle as your panties are sliding down your thighs.

Val's fingers were covering and censoring your vulva from being shown on camera.

This moment teeters on porn.

You're completely stark naked while two men are squeezing your tits, one man is squeezing your ass cheek and spanking it and another is playing with your pussy.

And this is filmed on television, on an actual TV channel.

Meanwhile, the audience is cheering louder than before, Jim Ross and Jerry Lawler are at a loss for words.

Fuck the censors wanting to censor this, you want this moment to last forever.

"Lemme play with her!" Shawn said, his fingers motioning to himself and moving over to your pussy.

Right after Shawn wanted to play with you, the camera faded away to commercials.

Bah.

During this vignette, none of these aforementioned men were filmed on camera except for their arms and hands, but you could see their bodies and you can probably tell it's these men playing with you, they can recognize their voices and how you've had affairs with these men.

Thankfully, when Kane's fingers were in your mouth, he didn't stick them down your throat to gag you and make you throw up.

You wanted who, in your opinion, were the hottest men in the WWF to play with you, and picked specifically where you want these men to touch you.

Triple H and Christian were hot AF, easily the hottest members of their groups, and you wanted them to play with your breasts.

Plus, Triple H loves women's tits, just look at him asking chicks in the audience to flash their breasts, that's why you have him squeezing one of your boobs.

Shawn and Jeff are hot AF too, and while you'd love it if they played with your breasts and stroked your thighs, you let them undress you.

Val is playing with your pussy since his character is a porn star, whereas Billy's squeezing and spanking your rear since his nickname is Mr. Ass.

Kane is probably the least attractive out of all of these men.

#wwf #attitude era #wwf attitude #1998 #90s #fanfiction #triple h #shawn michaels #billy gunn #kane #val venis #jeff hardy #test #christian #steven regal

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askmyboys · 3 years

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I’d call these more, my own interpretations instead of just OCs

I’ll tell you how this happened tho, i was literally just comin back from a l o n g ass road trip listenin to the musical and my tired lil brain started thinkin bout these boys and i was like ...what if i just,, made my o w n versions of em? What if I just,, and then boom, out popped well, this-

| Names: Henry Jekyll and Edward Hyde

| Nicknames: Jekyll doesn’t much care for nicknames but Hyde calls him Jek, Hen or Hen-Hen, or Henny which he REALLY hates. For the other, it’s either Ed or just simply Hyde ...Jekyll has given him many ‘nicknames’ mostly they are hateful ones tbh.

| Genders: Henry goes by he/him and Hyde goes by he/him and it/its

| Ages: Unknown but they are both adults

| Heights: Jekyll is 5’7” and Hyde is like 6’6” for sure (even tho they inhabit the same body, fuck it, im makin the rules ..andchangingthemfromtheogthing but i say height changes when Hyde’s in control)

| Species/Races: Henry’s a human ofc and Hyde? Honestly, idk what this thing is, all i can tell you is he’s stinky

| Eye Colors: Jekyll’s eyes are a Baby Blue color and Hyde’s eyes are Blood Red (ooh e d g y man)

| Hair Colors: Jekyll’s hair is honestly a messy curly undercut and the color of it is a dark brown and he has gray on the sides meanwhile Hyde’s hair is Black and in a spiked quiff style and he also has gray on the sides

| Skin Colors/Body Types: Jek’s a BIT pale but Hyde’s a much more- his skin is definitely more so a Whitish Gray kinda color so it’s definitely more noticeable than Jek’s skin if you look close enough at that (things do have to change when a certain one is in control of the body, can’t be EXACTLY the same or else it might give away that their the same person hehe) and their body types don’t really change- Jek’s body type is skinny (nothing TOO bad ofc, just a tad bit) if Hyde had his own body he’d definitely be a more average kinda bulkier build.

| Appearances: Okay first things first- they both have circle beards EXCEPT Hyde’s is a LOT more scruffier (he also has thicker sideburns btw!) and a BIT more grown out than Jek’s which is trimmed a bit more and groomed perfectly.

Jekyll usually has the typical lab coat on and a baby blue turtleneck underneath it, he also has blue pants that he wears with it as well and some oxford shoes that match the outfit, he also wears circle glasses as well (they help him see a lot better p much whereas when Hyde’s in control he doesn't really need em actually) Henry has a GOOD amount of scars all over his body, whether it be by accident, inflicted on purpose, or something more… It’s partially why he keeps his turtleneck on mostly and the lab coat helps as well- he’s ashamed of the scars and he tries to hide them especially so no one will worry about him, also for some more minor details- he wears a black watch on his wrist as well (he has no piercings or nothin like that) that’s p much it for Jek tbh, his features are p much 100% human so uh yeye

Now onto Hyde’s outfit- And yes, keep in mind- he’s still kinda,, an entity or whatever the fuck he is inside Henry’s body essentially but he DOES change his clothes when going out- his main one for going out is usually a black cloak he wears around himself (the outfit underneath is a black suit vest with a long dark red tie (his shirt underneath the suit vest is a dark red long sleeved shirt), he also wears black pants, and dark red oxford shoes, and of course he’s got a black top hat on (the band on it is red, definitely keeping a black n red themed appearance here aint he?) (his other outfits, hm I can leave up to the imagination tbh this is just for when he’s travelling around and so other people don’t spot him nearly as easily, especially when it’s n i g h t t i m e…) he’ll wear whatever the fuck he wants, and it doesn’t have to be fancy in the s l i g h t e s t- he has a variety of options.

He also has pointed ears, razor sharp teeth (got them bear trap teeth but not only that, he’s got a lot more s e c r e t teefs than that ;) he’s a lot more monstrous on the inside than the outside i’ll say that much, Jek’s n Hyde’s anatomy does change and transform depending on who gains control ...honestly it probs hurt to have your body transform and shift like that ouchie) he also has multiple tongues, he has claws that he painted black and red for the a e s t h e t i c s ya know- and hell at this point he might as well have tentacles ...He might- but I mean if you really wanna know, fuck around and find out for yourself and fuck it- he also has a dark red devil style tail since he wanna act like fuckin Satan himself smh

...I made him a lot more monstrous than originally planned but eh its fitting- bc this is Jek’s body even with a LOT of changes in these regards, he’s got the same scars n such as that, he also wears black and red spiral gauges in his ears (I should also say, he can technically hide these features to make himself appear more human, i didnt originally intend on giving him any actual monstrous features except maybe sharp teeth, claws, n the pointed ears but here we are, he still gotta not arouse suspicion around him too much tho) also his eyes have dark circles around them, not because he’s a tired man he’s just a fucking- hellish bastard who loves to look intimidating.

| Personalities: Let’s uhh start off with Jekyll because he’s better and nicer and not nasty and gross n smelly looking- He’s kind, sweet, compassionate, caring, honestly wouldn’t hurt a fly himself- could never willingly hurt someone! A sweet babey man! He’s very intelligent- I mean,, he IS a Doctor after all, he takes pride in his work but it’s not that overbearing narcissistic type pride, he’s just proud of the breakthroughs he’s made ...Granted, there is one “breakthrough” he wished he could take back .. -glancing slowly at Hyde in the reflection of the mirror- ahem- but he’s always been pretty outgoing but a lot has changed since, that abomination came into his life, sure he still tries his best to be a good person, he tries his very damnedest to find some sorta way to separate or better yet a way to destroy this evil vile beast that plagues his and everyone else’s lives! He’d rather destroy Hyde than separate from him because even then, it's still back to square one only with worse damage since he’d be of his own free will now.

He shuts himself away in his Lab a LOT, as much as he can anyways to avoid going out and risking something more happening to anyone else, of course…

There is no avoiding the outside world forever, he needs things to eat and drink, he needs things to keep his body functioning and not to mention not going outside could drive him, well, more insane than he already feels he is- He just tries to be as quick as he can about it before the other takes control or tries to, Jek definitely has a lotta anxieties and fears, and ya know at this point I mean,, hell- the man’s got trauma- Sometimes he wonders if any of this is actually real, if he had just gone insane and was just imagining all this, sometimes his head hurt because of all the thoughts and potential scenarios along with their outcomes plagued his mind, he feels a lot of things he never thought he’d feel towards anyone, he feels anger and hatred toward Hyde but in a way aside from feeling so negatively toward the other, he can’t help but admire the way Hyde wishes to just simply l i v e, and even before this beast became apart of him… He was always anxious deep down and almost scared to take that jump when needed.

But Hyde? Hyde doesn’t seem to even c a r e! That thing lives it’s life without any care whatsoever, he doesn’t have any anxieties or fears at all it seems! In a way, Henry might even be a lil envious toward the other’s carefree attitude and that he’s free of anxieties and fears ...H-He still doesn’t want the other around, he still wishes to destroy Hyde of course, even with the envy and maybe a slight bit of admiration he has his morals and principals, and if Hyde continues to exist or w o r s e gets his own body it could prove v e r y perilous.

Now onto… Eugh, Hyde- The bastard man himself- He’s stinky- an evil bastard who really needs just a good punch in the face (god don't do it yourself tho, he’ll probs eat ur entire arm) Hyde’s absolutely disgusting, will do ANYTHING to get what he desires, he can be narcissistic in some regards, VERY prideful and greedy in many ways, he isn’t above committing murder like really, was he EVER above it? If he wanted, he’d literally murder you not even for a bag of corn chips but literally just one, psh- selling you to satan for one? Bah that’s amateur’s work! He’s somehow a minor inconvenience who can commit REALLY nasty and horrible atrocities at the same time if he feels like it, if he finds out something annoys you or REALLY pisses you off he’s going to keep doing it, he will literally try driving you insane just for the fun of it, really at this point it doesn’t seem like he HAS much of a goal but to just l i v e and cause chaos, destruction, and mayhem wherever he goes, he despises Jekyll in many ways, one being for trying to destroy him first and foremost but also Henny is just s o fucking weak, such a weak man with far too many anxieties, fears, etc- He’d be SO much better of a man if he’d simply let Hyde take control and STAY in control!

It’d make everything a lot easier, then Jek wouldn’t have to worry about ANYTHING ever again! No more of that pathetic nonsense! If it were possible, Hyde would absolutely l o v e to have his own body, separate from Jekyll, that way he could have his own life separate from that pathetic weakling’s! But… Even then, Jekyll and Hyde are one, in many ways they are absolutely apart of one another, two sides of the same coin, even with their MAJOR differences in personality and Hyde almost seeming like an entirely different entity just merely possessing Jekyll, after all, Hyde will admit it himself, he spawned from deep within Jekyll’s mind, he’s tried to get the other to see time and time again that he’s always been apart of the other deep down, Jek’s always had a more mad and evil side to him! Even if the other will deny this and take the denial to his grave, Hyde always persists in trying to get the other to see the truth in front of his eyes!

Aside from that tho, Hyde is just generally a dick and loves to mess with Jek and terrify him sometimes for literally no reason, hell he could be bored one day and decide “Hey Henny, fuck you, you suck” he loves to start drama, he loves to cause problems on purpose- Both of them would give anything to separate from each other, even if Hyde knows the truth deep down bout the both of them, even if he were always originally a part of Jekyll, it didn’t matter, that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t jump at the opportunity to get his own body, away from that pathetic coward of a man!

| Side Facts: Jekyll rarely ever gets to relax or any free time, he’s too worried to give himself that in fear he’ll lose control, he’s almost CONSTANTLY fighting to keep control over the other, even though he knows it's physically impossible to do so, after all, he can’t stay awake forever, sure that doesn’t stop him from trying to stay awake as long as he can before his body practically forces him to pass out and he’s MUCH weaker than he used to be, I mean hell, given how long Jekyll seems to have been around, fighting SO much and almost EVERY single day has practically worn his body down but whenever there is an opportunity for any “free” time he usually spends it trying to figure out an antidote or a way to get rid of Hyde (I will say, before Hyde REALLY started doing bastardous n horrendous things, Jek would still get annoyed with him bc he was always that way but he actually, I’d say tolerated him more so than he does by now) and Hyde even- well, he still disliked Henry IMMENSELY so, but he definitely wasn’t as bad or as awful as he is to the other now, it was more so I tolerate you and we dont have to seriously fight or struggle with each other for control and back then Jek would even sometimes let Hyde have control.

But then… A serious incident (I wont name what exactly) but a serious incident that happened caused the two to absolutely despise each other (i didnt say up there, yes, Hyde absolutely despises Jekyll but there is some heavily hidden admiration in regards to the other’s determination, his persistence, and even somewhat of his creativity, Jekyll despite being an annoying nuisance in Hyde’s way, he does have some admirable things about him) but anyway- ever since that incident occurred, Jek has tried almost EVERYTHING he knew of to get rid of Hyde, even if separation from his body would still be bad bc that could mean Hyde would obtain his own body honestly? I believe Jekyll would still take that opportunity if he were given it, if he needed, he’d try and find someway to stop Hyde’s evil, maybe it’d be easier even if the other had his own body, he didn’t know, he just wishes he could be free from all this torment and agony like gosh damn give this man a b r e a k. Give him some fruit gummies and an appy juice carton and leave him be!

When Hyde is in control he wastes little time in finding things to do, being able to be out, to see the world, the world ripe for chaos and destruction, he wastes little time in getting straight to work with whatever his devious lil mind wants to think of- also for more monstrous purposes, back up there, I was p vague with the mention of teeth on his insides- p much teeth going down his throat and hell who knows, the bastard probably has teeth on the inside of his stomach at this rate- Another not so fun fact, this man can unhinge his jaw! Yaaay so u can see sharp teefs! ...He does have to kinda set his jaw back in place though bc god forbid Jek takes control then.

Smh imagine taking back control of your body only to have a fucking dislocated j a w wouldn’t that be hellish?

Hyde rarely ever does this for a few reasons- he only does it if he’s in the mood for just takin a big chomp outta someone (big chompy) just, just please- lock this thing away- or kill it, it's a menace to society and deserves nothing good- two more things btw, tbh I genuinely wasnt even considering inhuman features at first but ya know, I compromised- he has them he just chooses to hide them more often and speaking of, while Hyde says he’s always been apart of Jekyll (well this version I made anyway) that deep down their two sides of the same coin, can you really believe him? I mean, I’m not going to spoil it and tell ya anything in that regard, but who knows, who knows what Hyde REALLY is, whether or not he’s always been apart deep down inside of Jek or just some form of entity that spawned via that wonderful little formula.

And the final thing is, their voices are p much based on the musical ones' voices- Hyde’s is that deeper n raspier kinda voice while Jek’s is much softer and ya know POLITE sounding.

#my own versions #im not gonna tag them as OCs or anything like that #so they get an entirely different tag #jekyll and hyde #we have one himbo doctor who honestly shoulda known better smh and then we have one bastard #who needs to be put on a fucking leash

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happy-beeeps · 5 years

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I Don’t Do Droids pt. 2

(gif not mine)

Pairing: translator!reader x Din Djarin

WC: 1.6k

Summary: You get on board the Razor Crest and start to wonder if this was such a good idea, so you spend your time mentally unpacking your new companion.

Part 2 of “I Don’t Do Droids” read part one here!

* * *

You’ve walked for maybe twenty minutes through the crowded underbelly of Coruscant until the realization that you’re a colossal moron strikes like a load of duracrete. You’re following this man; a tall, menacing, Mandalorian, towards his ship with very little explanation aside from needing a translator and a trip to Devaron. And credits, which you would be the first to admit you were in desperate, desperate need of. Still, you’ve followed your fair share of strange men through dirty streets to dirtier ships, and it never ended particularly well.

Still, you think your companion this time around is… different. There’s something of a softness to his beskar edges, you heard it in his voice, saw it in the way he meandered around your belongings in your tiny room of a home. When you near what you suspect to be his ship, you see it again, as he freezes suddenly in front of you and turns on his heel to face you. “You’re uncomfortable.” He states, quite matter of factly, and you tut in response before crossing your arms over your chest. “Puhlease Mando, I’m a big girl, I can handle myself.” You reply, scrunching your face up to him in a desperate attempt to appear calm and collected. You imagine he smiles back at you and he places his hands on his hips, “You don’t trust me.”

“I don’t trust anybody.”

“Good. Then we have nothing to worry about.” He responds, and starts walking towards one of the older ships in the depot. Your eyes take in the Razor Crest, it’s an older model for sure, but something about the ship is well cared for. There’s rust in places rust ought to be, and it's shiny and new in the places it needs to be. When he presses a few buttons on his control panel along his wrist, the ramp lowers with the groan of an old ship, but you listen for squeaks and are pleasantly surprised to hear none. He takes care of this ship, you think to yourself, and he’s letting me on it. The thought sends a faint blush to your cheeks and a warmth to your chest, you don’t trust him yet, but you’re comforted by the realization that maybe, just maybe, he won’t kill you on board.

You follow heavy footsteps up the ramp and take in new surroundings. The dark, metallic echo of a ship is nothing new to you, but the outfittings of a bounty hunter’s ship surprise you. There’s a carbonite freezer to the side, an armory you watch him almost ceremoniously put his weapons in, and lock tightly with the buttons on his wrist. Next to all of this, however, you see a warm light glowing in a tiny refresher in the corner, and you can see a cot tucked in the back wall of the ship. If you squint, you can see a few folded tunics and pants along the top of a metal locker, and you feel stupid for being surprised that he owns clothes, much less folded ones. Yeah, like he just wears beskar and nothing else, that makes more sense you think to yourself, and lean back on your heels as you take it all in. He’s looking at you again, staring hard through the black T of his visor, his presence is amplified by the realization that you can’t see at all what he’s thinking. “You can throw your go bag over there,” and he gestures to a cubby just below where his own clothes lay. “I’m gonna take off, set a course for Devaron. You can come up into the cockpit whenever you’re ready” he states, and climbs up the ladder towards the controls. There’s something about the Mandalorian dialect, you think, their language is built around commands. You wonder if that's why he always sounds so confident when he speaks, so sure. Then again, you wouldn’t be surprised if years walking around in blaster proof armor just does that to people.

* * *

Up in the cockpit, it’s more crowded than you anticipated. He has four chairs up here, room for a large crew, yet only one hulking form to occupy them. Hyperspace blips in and out of existence as you seat yourself at the chair opposite him, biding your time staring out the transparisteel and into the bluewhite streaks of light that dance across your eyes. You watch him out of the corner of your eye, silent and focused, his head only jutting down for a few moments at a time to look at the nav. You hate that you’re so stiff next to him, that he can probably feel the anxiety radiating off of you across the way. He’s considerate, and you almost hate yourself for being so intimidated. “I’m sorry,” you blurt out, before you can even really realize what you’re saying. This seems to have caught him off guard, and he turns to face you after he flicks the ship in autopilot. “Sorry? For what?” he responds, elbows resting on his knees and letting his hands dangle loosely in front of him. “For being so cold I guess, I don’t know. It’s not you, it’s just-”

“I don’t expect to have your trust after an hour of knowing you,” he responds, scooting the chair a little closer to you in an attempt to make you relax. “Would it make you feel better if I told you if someone wanted you dead, you’d be dead by now?”

“I mean… It doesn’t make me feel worse?” you offer up, and you can swear you hear a metallic chuckle peeking out from underneath his modulator. “Do you owe Greef Karga anything? Money? A favor?”

“I don’t owe anyone anything”

“Well, he sent me to you, and I have no intention of letting any harm fall in the way of an… associate of his.” He says, and you swear you can hear an inkling of warmth in his voice, but it could just be you mind playing tricks on you. You hum in response before he starts up again, “Besides, I told you, you’re kind of entertaining to keep around.” And that earns him a laugh, and you lean back in the chair and allow your shoulders to remove themselves from next to your ears.

* * *

Devaronese is a weird language, nearly dead, spoken only by rich, politically inclined citizens of Devaron. You learned it for this reason, the politics behind it. The language had nearly died out during the Galactic Civil War, when people decided to just learn Basic instead. It made you sad, the thought that people would only learn one language. Sure, there were protocol droids and millions of dialects across the galaxy, but was it so hard to pick up a few? You skimmed over a few notes on your datapad before looking over at Mando, “Can I see the puck? I wanna see what kind of dialect I’ll need” and he turns to and hesitates for a moment before reaching it into his pocket and igniting it. A young humanoid male appears, a fact that makes you shake your head in response. “We’re going to Devaron to look for a politician's kid who's not Devaronese?”

“He’s from Hosnian Prime. He’s hiding out on Devaron, easy to get lost in those jungles and catch a ride on a cruiser, they’re both on the Corellian Trade Spine.” You nod, mouth making an “O” shape as you try to think like a bounty hunter, not a linguist. “So you need me to help make connections with people so you can find him quicker?” and he sends pointed fingers at you to indicate you’re spot on. “I thought you’d be smart, with all the languages. You learn quick.” You smile in response and give him a question of your own, “Try me? Quiz me on a language you think you know better than me.”

“Elek. [Ok.]” He replies. Perfect. Mando’a. You’re trying to discover bits of him, the pieces he won’t give you yet. Something about the way he lets his language slip across his lips with ease, but without the guttural sounds, keys you in on the fact that this is not his mother tongue. He learned this later in life. “You’ll be surprised how well I know Mando’a.”

“Gar serim, [You’re right] then surprise me more.”

You spend another hour or two teasing each other, throwing insults in Mando’a back and forth and you teaching him a few basic words in Devaronese. He looks at you a little too long as your eyes grow droopy and he shoots out one last question. “What’s your native language?” and you smile to yourself as you let your eyes slip shut for a moment. You hum in response before murmuring, “Galactic Basic.” He lets out a barking laugh before replying, “So the translator comes from a planet with only one langauge? Seem’s ironic to me.” You contemplate giving him a morsel of yourself, and decide the only fair way is to let him in on what you’ve learned about him. “Naboo doesn’t have another language. We only learned the one in our education,” and you pause for a moment to let him absorb the honesty of your statement before continuing, “besides, your native language isn’t Mando’a. You learned only Basic too.” Your eyes slip shut once more, and you let out one final breathy sigh before leaning farther back in your chair. You can feel your companions eyes burning a hole into your face, but are surprised when you’re only met with a light touch to your knee. “You are smarter than you let on. Meh gar kyrayc, shuk bah ni [you’re no use to me dead, get some sleep] you’re tired. We’ll be in Devaron shortly. I need your brain fully charged.” You smile to yourself as you let your mind drift off to sleep, next to a man you don’t fully trust, the kind yet patronizing Mando’a idiom slipping into your mind.

Maybe he does want you to stick around.

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Tags: @fleurdemiel145 @ehii7

#the mandalorian #din djarin x reader #din #mandalorian x reader #din x reader #dyn jarren #dyn x reader #sw imagine #mandalorian imagine

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lu-undy · 4 years

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The mercs go to the beach for the day, but Spy is very stubborn and doesn't take off his suit even though he's sweating a freaking lot. Sniper reassures him and convinces him of getting off his clothes. Snipes helps Spy not to feel so selfconcious, so he takes off his clothes and goes into the water with Sniper ❤️❤️❤️

Sniper and Spy at the beach! I hope you like it!

"Here we are, luv', look at this, almost as gorgeous as you."

"Bah…"

Sniper parked his van and from there, him and his grumpy lover could see the beach and the sea. It was a sunny day off for all the mercenaries and they had decided to make the journey to the nearest coast and get some rest under a parasol.

"Alright, I'll pop at the back to get a change, wanna follow me?"

"Non, I will wait for you here." The Frenchman answered.

Sniper sighed sadly at the sight of his lover. He had spent the entire journey with his arms crossed on his chest. Spy had been the furthest one can be from enthusiastic but hadn't refused to join. In truth, the sole reason for his coming along, was to not leave his lover. He would follow him to hell if that was what the Australian wanted.

"Hey there?"

There was a knock at the Frenchman's window. His lover appeared dressed only in swimming shorts but had kept the hat and the glasses. He was carrying the parasol on his shoulder and a bag in his hand. Spy exited the van and followed his lover.

The Frenchman looked at the expanse of sand and sighed, his shoulders sinking. He removed his shoes and socks and held them in his hand before crossing.

"Hsss!"

He hissed at the feeling of the scorching sand underneath his feet.

"Here…"

Sniper dropped a pair of flip-flops down. Spy didn't have any choice but to slip them on.

"Merci." He mumbled but avoided his lover's gaze.

In a few minutes the parasol was planted and the wicker mat spread. Sniper unfolded a chair for his lover in the shade.

"D'you mind helpin' me with the sunscreen?"

"Of course."

Sniper spread blobs of the oily cream on his arms and sat cross-legged on the mat while his lover put some on the Aussie's back. The rest of the mercenaries scattered across the beach and left the couple on their own. Both Spy and Sniper remained mute for the next few minutes until the Aussie stood up.

"Wanna get a change and join me? I bet the water's really good."

"Non merci, you go and have your fun."

"Alroight. Gimme a shout if you need anythin', ok?"

"Oui."

Sniper removed his hat and trusted his lover with it. He looked around him and saw that nobody was watching his way. He put his fingers below his lover's chin and let his thumb stroke his cheek.

"Don't be sad, luv'."

Spy sighed.

"I am not sad."

Sniper crouched down.

"You look pissed off, I don't like to see that on you… You look gorgeous when you smile."

Spy gave his lover a half-hearted smile.

"Alroight, I'll leave you alone. There's water in the bag and some fruits. Keep hydrated, ok? And I love you."

"So do I, now go and enjoy yourself."

Spy turned his head ever so slightly to discreetly kiss his lover's fingers before the Aussie turned and headed to take a swim. The Frenchman watched him from the distance. He noticed some of the mercenaries were playing football on the sand while others were enjoying the warm water with Sniper.

It lasted hours that felt indeed like eternity itself and thank God Spy had brought a book to read. He could appreciate the length of time spent on the beach by the number of pages he had not managed to read while sat there, drinking water or nibbling on some fruits. His eyes were stuck on someone far more elegant than a mere book.

Eventually, the sky turned pink and the sun's heat toned down. Spy had taken a break from his reading and was enjoying the view. His half naked beloved under a pink streaked sky…

As the temperature slowly dropped from unbearably hot to very hot, more and more people left the beach, leaving only the mercenaries on the sand.

Soon, the Aussie emerged from the water and joined his lover. He wrapped himself in a towel and sat between Spy's legs, eating some apricots.

"How was your swim?"

"Great, the water's warm and we had fun with the others. Scout thought he would beat us all in a swimmin' race."

"And?"

"I won, but he was close second though."

Sniper felt a kiss on his wet hair and automatically smiled and blushed.

"Love you, Spook."

"I love you too."

"How was it fer you?"

"Bah, it was fine. I made some progress in my reading and I had the privilege of a delicious sight."

"What d'you mean?" Sniper threw the apricot seed away in the sand.

"I could watch you be half naked all afternoon long."

"You stalker…"

"Ah, but can you blame me when the view is so delightful? It would be a crime to not appreciate it to its right value."

Spy put his hands on the Aussie's shoulders and Sniper held them.

"Spook?"

"Oui?"

"You must have sweated bullets under yer suit and mask the entire afternoon…"

"Yes, it was atrociously hot. Thank you for the parasol, though, and the water."

"You sure you don't want to dive in real quick? The water would cool you down, it's lovely."

"Non, merci."

[No, thanks.]

Silence fell for a second and Sniper finished eating his apricot. He tossed the seed away and turned to his lover.

"Spook?"

"Oui?"

"Why don't you want to come and have a swim?"

The Frenchman sighed.

"I… I don't like it."

"Oh… What's botherin' you about it? I know you aren't too prude."

"With you in the intimacy of my room or your van, non. But in front of everyone, it is another story."

"Tell me."

Spy looked at the waves gently rolling and spilling, the white froth invading the shore before it retreated softly. The sound of them was soothing but he didn't hear it that way.

"You know it already. I am covered in bruises, scars, burn marks. My skin is a monstrosity. No one should have to see it."

"What the hell are you on about…?"

Sniper was on his knees, facing his lover who was still sitting on the plastic foldable chair.

"Hey, Snipes!"

Both Sniper and Spy's heads turned to see Scout coming to them.

"We're gonna go back to the base. Engie sent me to let you guys know."

"Ah, alroight mate, thanks."

"Will you follow us with your van?"

"Nah, we'll stay a bit longer."

"Alright, see ya!"

Both nodded and the Bostonian headed back with the rest of the mercenaries. Sniper watched him go and saw that the beach was more or less empty.

"Spook, you're sayin' nonsense." He palmed his lover's cheek and Spy tilted his masked face in Sniper's hand. "You're beautiful… What am I sayin? You're gorgeous and you know it. I'm surprised, actually. You're always so confident about yerself'n all…"

"That is a habit, and a way to protect myself."

"C'mere."

Sniper pulled his lover to sit on the wicker mat and he made him lean on his naked shoulder. Spy closed his eyes and took his lover's hand in his. He needed that comfort.

"So to keep people off you, you just act very arrogant and confident?"

"Hm."

"No wait, that doesn't make sense. You like bein' the center of the attention, you like havin' people's eyes on you."

"With you, oui. But need I remind you my job consists precisely of staying out of sight?"

"I know, I know…" Sniper tightened his embrace. "But you really are good lookin', luv'. And look at me, I'm covered in bites and claw marks too. Doesn't stop me from havin' fun. Besides…"

Spy waited for the end of the sentence but it didn't come so he looked up at his lover. He saw his masculine jawline and a drop of seawater fell from his cheek. Sniper's hair was still very wet. He looked down at the Frenchman.

"I know you liked it…"

"What?" Spy asked.

"Yer eyes never left me all along. You haven't read a great deal of yer book. Knowin' you, you just used it to hide and watch me."

Spy unstuck himself from his lover and squinted, at a loss for words.

"How…?"

"How did I know?" Sniper finished the Frenchman's sentence with a soft grin. "I'd have done the same if I could've seen ya in yer swimmin' shorts all day… But I wasn't that lucky."

"That's another reason why I didn't follow you."

"For me not to enjoy the view?" Sniper asked.

"Non, I… I don't have any swimming shorts or anything…"

"Ah, I don't have any spare either…"

Spy leaned again on his lover's shoulder.

"Well, there's always another way to do it…" Sniper said and Spy raised a curious eyebrow. The Frenchman's ice blue eyes rose to his lover. "Wanna get a taste of the water?"

"I wish I could but-"

"Alroight then, c'mere." Sniper cut him and stood up. He pulled his lover up and dragged him towards the shore.

"Now what?"

"Now, ye get rid of the flip-flops."

Spy obeyed.

"Come with me."

Sniper took his lover's hand and both stood there, their feet sinking in the wet sand. The warm water lazily hugged their toes, and parted, before coming back again…

The Aussie went behind his lover's back and, the night giving them cover, he wrapped his damp arms around him. He laid his cheek against the Frenchman's. Spy felt the warmth of his lover's embrace in the desertic beach, under the starry night and couldn't but feel special.

"Love ya, Spook, I really do."

"So do I, Sniper. Je t'aime."

[I love you.]

They remained like this for a while, taking advantage of the tranquility of their surroundings, the rhythmic mellow sound of the waves and of course, the proximity of their bodies.

"Sniper?"

"Hm?"

"I… Thank you."

"Fer what?"

"Being patient with me."

"Pfff… What should I say then…? You're one who accepts to keep a bloke like me. I'm not classy, I'm not fancy, and I can be very antisocial."

"That is not what I see in you. You are very sensitive, adorably naive and even shy sometimes. You don't hide your thoughts or think too much, you are very natural, inside and out."

"What's that mean?"

"It means I love you in a way that the sight of you makes me soft and weak. Only you I can trust this well…"

Sniper kissed his lover on the cheek and Spy moaned softly.

"Wanna swim?"

"I wish. But as I said, I don't have anything to wear."

Sniper pushed the waistband of his swimming shorts down and Spy's eyes followed them down as they fell.

"I don't have anythin' either. Now, wanna swim?"

Spy's jaw had dropped.

"What the hell-?"

Sniper was smiling.

"C'mon, luv', we don't want the water to get cold."

Spy undressed and threw his clothes back on the wicker mat. The jacket, vest, shirt and tie flew first, then the trousers and underwear followed. He finished with his mask and carded his hair back quickly. Before he could process anything his feet left the ground and he found himself in his lover's arms.

"Sniper?!"

"Shush!"

The tall Australian man walked towards the line of the horizon with the reason his heart was beating in his arm. He let go of him when the level of the water reached his arms.

"There we go…!"

Sniper let go of Spy but found that the Frenchman was still clinging to his neck. They pressed their foreheads on each other's and in the dark of the night, both smiled.

The Frenchman pushed his lips against Sniper's softly.

"Your lips are salty."

"Sorry, luv'."

"It is fine. I am just a bit surprised, it caught me off guard. They are usually very sweet."

Sniper's grin widened.

"So are yours."

He held Spy's head between his palms and kissed him more deeply, feeling the gentle ripples of water stroke his chest and arms. The Frenchman melted under the embrace.

"Sniper?"

Their lips had parted with a sweet lapping sound.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you so much."

"Fer what?"

"For being foolish enough to swim naked with me." Spy answered, chuckling at how ridiculous it sounded to him.

"Well, I'm foolish enough to do it in the dark and miss all the show!" Sniper complained.

"Don't worry. We swim in the sea first, and then I'll make you get all the show while you swim on my body. Does that sound fair?"

Sniper chuckled with his low and gravelly voice.

"You'd better deliver!"

"Have I ever disappointed you in that regard?" Spy asked.

"Well…" Sniper teased his lover and it did not miss.

"Well, what? Sniper, non! Don't swim away! Come back here and explain yourself, you coward!"

"Hahaha! Catch me if ye can ya wild frog!"

"Wild fr-?! Oh that is it! I'm coming for you!"

Spy dived in and swam in direction of his lover, guided only by the sound of his laughter.

They spent long hours in the sea on their own, which only felt like a handful of seconds. The next morning found them sleeping in the van, still on the parking lot, as the sound of the seagulls and waves softly woke them up.

#tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sniperspy

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accio-victuuri · 2 years

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everything below is CPN, just serving you all some Monday sweets to start the week right.

Let’s gooooo 💪🏻

In yesterday’s Weibo Movie Night event, Web was seen leaving the area after he was done with his bit. I guess he really just wanted to have some rest and make use of his time in Beijing. He was also wearing the bone necklace. It’s such a contrast, from the man in stylish suits to the “normal” Yibo. 🤍 From the guy who wore an expensive brooch to an inexpensive bone necklace— but we all know which one is more important to him.

What people noticed tho is the creases on his shirt. We already have an existing CPN about who folded what clothes based on this. The speculation is, GG is the one who prepared the clothes. Or he already bought it before, folded it, then gave it to Bobo at some point when he came back to use. Because if you noticed, this style is not Bobo’s usual. It’s either shirts or hoodies. The one we see wearing this type of clothing is usually XZ.

Buying each other clothes is completely normal to them 💕

• We noticed in BAH behind the scenes that Bobo had a mosquito repellant patch. The one we first saw who had that was GG back in DC shooting. Is this another “advise” from GG for Web to use? Or was GG there? ( FYI, the fandom back in 2020, always had a strong argument that GG visited the BAH set )

• Back in SDC 3, there was a scene that Jackson Wang and Lay were talking about the food being served during filming. Then Web said the food in his crew was good. People thought he was talking about BAH because it was the drama he was working on alongside SDC 3. He said :

The box lunch of our crew is really good.There will be abalone in it. Shrimp and beef brisket. I can take a picture for you next time. Really, our crew's meal was pretty good.

Now BAH team released a BTS video that shows the food and the staff commented that it’s important to include things that will make it healthy.

Let’s focus on the greens, which later on we found on XZ’s CNY post. The same celebration we CPN that Web was a part of. So the interpretation is, Web sent a photo of his food with that and maybe he liked it so GG remembered. Plus GG always want Web to eat well so it’s a no brainer.

I am not a master of Chinese cuisine but BXGs are saying it was uncommon for GG to prepare it for CNY considering where he came from and the type of food they prepare. Well, among the other things that are out of place in his CNY spread. 😂

• During the red carpet, Web had to sign his name in that big ass backdrop. One BXG noticed that he signed it very close fang chencheng’s. Why you ask? That person signed it cheng x2 and when you look at it, it resembles an XZ = XIAO ZHAN.

• Bobo was fiddling with his ring 🙃 and well, it’s similar to GG’s action. just please show us a glimpse of your couple ring please lol

• YBO and XZS are at it again 😊

YBO : In the name of light and Shadow

XZS : In the light

hmmmmm. I know captions are not exclusive or copyrighted. These things can definitely be repeated, but two connected ones done so close to each other? well, their studios are dating obviously.

• Then we also have this umbrella prop. I don’t know why it’s there but the clown in me is saying it has something to do with Mr. Umbrella - XZ - Shiying. I was so nervous cause I thought he was hinting something. Maybe he is, we will know it when it happens.

Before I end this I just also wanna lightly remind people about the bone necklace. Since it’s becoming prominent again and people are using it as a proof of stability. I understand that. Yes. However, it is still CPN. It is still speculation. Like all the other necklaces that came before it, we don’t have solid proof, and by solid i mean WYB saying where it came from himself. Just enjoy it. Don’t think too much. As with all things in this fandom — try and not be too nervous if there is no candy. Candies are not a requirement. XZ/WYB’s job is not to feed us candy. We just notice them because we pay attention.

Don’t pin your belief in them with one single piece of CPN. The important thing is always to protect them and not cause them trouble because of our need for proof. People think since international fans are outside of Weibo then we can do whatever the hell we want. No. I personally think we should maintain the same caution and not give a bad rep to our fellow turtles as well as XZ/WYB. Take it easy. Enjoy the content and don’t make everything candy. There is a time and place for it and don’t let it get in the way of treating the boys as real people. 💕

-END.

#bjyx #yizhan #all of this is cpn #there is no science here folks im just clowning like i always do

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garbage-tozier · 5 years

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stay - e.k. (part one)

prompt number: four - “i know you didn’t ask for this.”

fandom: it (eddie kaspbrak x reader)

rating: e for everyone

warnings: cheating?

word count: 3.7k

a/n: angst, but there’s fluff in between... there will be a part two to this so look out for that! also: y/n/n is your nick name, and the italics are flashbacks.

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"love, i was thinking we order out tonight," you greeted your husband, not looking up at him as you opened your house door. "i'm not really in the mood to-"

looking up for the first time since you'd entered, you saw your husband, naked on your couch, making with another woman. she, too, was unclothed, and couldn't of been much older than 20 or 21.

you felt numb. like you weren't connected to your own body. you heard an ear-splitting scream tumble from your lips, tears already overflowing from your eyes.

"y/n, wait, it's not-"

you stood there, horrified. you couldn't think. all you could do was grab your bag and run straight back out of the door.

you started up your car, barely able to see through your tears. you wiped your eyes enough that you could see, and started driving.

anywhere, you thought, would be better than where i am right now. that house. that man. you just needed to get away.

you let yourself drive, not paying attention to the specific roads you were taking. all that was taking up your focus at the moment was brushing away the tears welling in your eyes fast enough that you could see the road.

stopping at a red light, you realized where you were.

"can you believe it, eddie?" you squealed, shaking his arm. "we did it! we finally got away from that stupid ass town!"

"and the stupid ass clown that came with it," he added, making you giggle.

the two of you had had it all planned out since you were ten. it was just the kind of thing best friends did. planned to move in together when they got older? it was a common thing.

but, unlike most people, your and eddie's dream had actually come true.

"wow, look how gorgeous it is," you marveled, staring at the house you and eddie had bought.

"and it's ours," he smiled at you, looping his arm through yours.

you were perfectly on track to driving right back to that gorgeous house.

you and eddie had lived there together up until you got married off to another man, and moved in with your husband.

you didn't know if eddie still lived there, but it was worth a try. right now, all you needed was to cry on your best friend's shoulder.

and so you kept driving. right up until you saw that same lovely house again.

you pulled your car into the same place you and eddie had parked on that first night there, almost entirely forgetting about your husband's affair.

you grabbed your bag, locked your car, and started towards the front door.

you had your fist raised and ready, about to knock, when suddenly, you had second thoughts.

you hadn't seen eddie (or any of the other losers, for that matter) for years. who was to say he would still see you as his best friend? who was to say he'd even recognize you?

only one way to find out, you thought, knocking on the door three times.

"be there in a minute!" you heard eddie's voice ring out. just by hearing his voice, you were immediately filled with joy.

you heard a large crash, and a yelp. you couldn't help but laugh, remembering your friend's clumsy nature.

"sorry it took so long," said eddie, opening the door. "i walked into the..."

he suddenly stopped talking, taking in your face. tears appeared in your eyes again, but this time for a different reason.

"y/n?" he asked, a look of awe dawning his face. he reached out and cupped your cheek as you nodded.

you jumped onto him, encasing him in a bear hug. "oh, eddie, i missed you so much!"

he hugged you back, just as tightly. "i... i missed you too y/n," he said quietly.

the two of you stood like that, hugging in the front door, for a while. when you finally pulled away, eddie invited you in.

"sure," you laughed, wiping away your newer tears with your pointer finger. "i'd love to see what you've done with the place."

he chuckled nervously, letting you step over the threshold.

as you looked around your old house, you had to refrain from gagging. it looked like fourteen grandma's had vomited everywhere- and everything was shit brown.

"eddie, do you take constructive criticism?"

"no, but i do," you heard from somewhere else in the house.

a woman who bore a striking resemblance to sonia kaspbrak walked up to you.

she held out a stiff hand, and you shook it. "myra kaspbrak," she said coldly. she walked over to eddie, gripping his arm tightly. "eddie's wife,"

you tried your best to be polite, continuing to smile at the woman. "it's a pleasure to meet you," you said, glancing at eddie. he looked uncomfortable under her grip. "i'm y/n l/n," you said. you winced at your husbands last name, but tried not to cry.

"myra, this is my old best friend from when i was younger," eddie told her. "she and i bought this house together,"

"did you?" myra laughed tartly, staring you down. you squirmed under her gaze, feeling as though you'd done something wrong.

"it was lovely meeting you, myra, but do you think i could talk to eddie privately for a moment?"

the hatred seeping from the woman's eyes now was undeniable. somehow, though, eddie couldn't see it.

"of course!" she said, almost as if you was speaking through gritted teeth. her expression scared you- to say the least.

you took eddie's other arm, leading him away from sonia- er, myra- taking him into a door that used to lead to a sitting area.

now, behind the door was an office, presumably eddie's, as you couldn't imagine myra working.

"what did you need to talk abo-" eddie asked you. but before he could finish you'd already broke down crying in his arms.

"i didn't want to say anything in front of your wife, but my husband cheated on me," you sobbed into eddie's shirt.

"you wanna talk about it?" eddie said softly. his arms were wrapped around your shoulders, your chin resting on one of his.

you nodded, pulling away from the hug. he sat on his desk, while you took the chair, and throughout the next few minutes, you told him everything you knew.

how you'd speculated a couple of times, but never truly investigated, out of trust. how today your boss's son had a dentist appointment, so you and your co-workers had all ben let off of work early. how you'd walked in on your husband and his mistress and turned around and walked right back out.

how you'd absentmindedly driven here.

you sniffled as you finished your story, staring down at the floor.

"wow," eddie said.

"yeah. wow," you mirrored him. suddenly, there was a loud pounding sound, and the door shook.

"hello? eddie-bear, you and that girl have been in there for a long time!"

eddie jumped up to open the door, and you moved to wipe away your tears.

"y/n was just telling me a story, myra,”

"hm," myra said, taking one look at your disheveled state. "must've been an awfully sad one,"

"oh my god, it was!" you squeaked in a mocking tone, dropping your mature attitude with the woman. "thanks for noticing, princess!"

myra looked utterly disgusted, but she walked away.

"it's getting dark out," you noted, pointing towards the deep midnight blue color of the sky outside eddie's window.

"yeah," he said, looking up. "where are you gonna sleep tonight?"

you hadn't thought of that. eddie was right, there was no way you were going to go back to the home you shared with that lying skank of a husband- at least not until it was absolutely necessary.

eddie, seeing that you didn't have an answer, cut it again. "you can stay in your old room,"

you looked up at him. "it's still there?"

he smiled at you, putting his hand on top of yours. "the one room i wouldn't let myra touch when she remodeled."

"are you sure myra wouldn't have a problem with it?" you asked him, looking in the direction of the door.

"positive," he grinned at you, moving his hand off of yours to open the door. "some of the clothes you left behind might still be in there, too. though i don't know if you'd still be able to fit them,"

"hey!" you laughed, hitting him on the shoulder. "have i grown that much?"

"no!" he said, laughing too. "but come one, y/n we were twenty!"

"i'll show you!" you narrowed your eyes at him playfully, jumping up to run through the door.

eddie followed you as you ran through the living room, and started the staircase.

"going somewhere?" myra said from a chair.

the two of you stopped in your tracks, staring down at her.

"y/n wanted to see her old room," eddie smiled as his wife, gesturing up stairs. "collect some of the things she left behind."

"okay," the woman squinted at the two of you, giving you an especially rude stare.

you and eddie continued up the staircase, and into your bedroom.

you looked around in awe. "eddie... everything's exactly the same!"

he nodded, beaming at you. you walked over and opened your closet, to find all of your old clothes that you had deemed inappropriate for a married woman to wear.

"oh, this was my favorite shirt!" you pulled out a fuzzy sweater that had the words 'do i look like i give two fucks?' scrawled on the front, a drawing of a middle finger prominent in the middle of it all.

"i know," he laughed. "i had to convince you to take it off every day!"

"what?!" you grinned too, hugging the sweater close to your body. "it's warm!"

"it was fucking summer, y/n!"

"bah!" you yelled, hanging the sweater back up and collapsing onto your bed.

you stared around again, taking everything in. all your posters for everything you'd forgotten you'd loved. everything your husband had told you to forget about.

"ask myra if she would be fine with me staying here, just for tonight," you told eddie. "i know you said she would, but i don't want to intrude or anything,"

"you bought the house," eddie said offhandedly. "but, okay. i will."

he left your room closing the door behind you.

you had to know if it was still there. as soon as the door closed you sprang up, getting on your knees to look under your bed.

there sat a small wooden box, just where you'd put it the night you moved out.

your hands trembling, you reached out to grab it. you felt tears brimming in your eyes already. you held the box as you walked towards your dresser, opening the top drawer and retrieving the key you'd kept there.

you unlocked the box. inside, there was a small photograph: you were holding eddie's hand, and both of you had your arms raised up in triumph. the rest of your friends all stood around you, cheering, smiling and laughing.

that was the day you'd told the losers you'd saved enough money to get a house. they all called for a party.

that was the last time you'd seen them. the last time you'd all been truly happy together.

you shut the box and locked it again, trying not to break out into a sobbing fit again.

just as you were reimplacing the box, you heard something loud from down the stairs.

carefully, you slinked down the stairs, following eddie and myra's voices, which you could now hear clearly.

"myra, please," you heard eddie comforting the woman, who was wailing loudly.

"but eddie-bear!" she cried. "i don't want her here! this is my house too you know! she's been so mean to me ever since she came!"

"i'm sorry, darling," eddie said softly. the fact that he was taking her side in all of this infuriated you. it took all you had not to start yelling right then and there. "but y/n's husband cheated on her, she can't go home,"

myra sniffled loudly, in a way that could only be fake.

"she needs somewhere to stay," you heard eddie pleading.

you peeked over the side of the wall you were standing at, just long enough to see myra's entirely dry face as she continued to make crying sounds.

"just for tonight eddie-bear," she said. "then first thing in the morning she's gone,"

"i don't know about-"

"first thing!" she said, and you could hear footsteps coming in your direction.

you quickly hopped up the stairs, rushing back into your bedroom before anyone could catch you.

a moment later, eddie reappeared in your bedroom door. "she said yes!" he said excitedly, his eyes glowing.

if he hadn't been your best friend, you would've tore him apart on the spot. "thanks, eddie," you said, standing up to hug him. "this means so so so much,"

you pulled away and he smiled at you before closing your door.

"oh, wait," he said, opening the door again. "the towels are in the same place, if you want to take a shower. i know you like doing it at night,"

you nodded, thanking him as he walked back out. you couldn't believe he remembered. "good-night, eddie,"

"good-night, y/n/n,"

you did want to shower, actually, so you opened your closet searching for clothes to wear.

as you surveyed everything you had left behind in your old room, you realized that it was all tour favorite clothes.

everything you'd ever loved, your husband had pulled you away from.

including eddie.

it was then that you decided you wanted a divorce. during all of this, you'd been thinking of giving him a second chance, but now? that was out of the question. he hadn't even tried to call you when you left!

you grabbed your sweater from earlier and a pair of sweatpants. your then-fiancè had convinced you that sweatpants were "in-elegant" and "not for my wife".

you walked to the bathroom, with your clothes, and took a nice, hot shower. the burning water felt nice on your skin, and the towels eddie had bought since you were gone were so soft!

you dressed yourself, then took your towel down to the laundry room. you walked back up to the bathroom, folding the clothes you had taken off and stashing them in your bag for the morning.

you cleared your bed, laying down to go to sleep.

the day had been so eventful, you thought, that there were only two ways your quest for sleep would end: you'd stay awake all night, thinking about what had happened, or you'd fall asleep instantly, tired out.

your expectation had been the prior, but you were pleasantly surprised when reality turned towards the latter.

you woke up the next morning, and were instantly reminded of why you weren't in your bed.

"he doesn't deserve your tears, y/n," you mumbled to yourself. you got up to find something to wear, trying to push your husband out of your mind.

you picked out a skirt, smiling to yourself as you remembered your first time (and last time) wearing it.

you shot up it your bad, slamming the stop button on your alarm clock. you jumped up happily, grinning from ear to ear, and opened your closet.

you would finally get a chance to wear your new skirt!

you and your boyfriend were going out tonight, and you'd picked it especially for the occasion. you styled it with a red blouse and sneakers, letting your hair down loose.

you walked out of your room, bumping into eddie in the hallway. you elbowed him in the stomach. "hey dude," you grinned. "sleep well?"

"yeah," he smiled at you. "you look really nice. new skirt?" you beamed, nodding. "looks amazing."

you were off of work that day, so you lounged around the house for the hour or two you were waiting for your boyfriend to pick you up.

you were watching a reality tv show, and someone had just thrown a plate when your phone chimed.

"i'm here" the text from your boyfriend read. you grabbed your jacket, turned off the tv, and ran through the door.

"hey, babe," you yelled still grinning. he smiled at you from the front seat of his car.

"hey," his eyes traveled down to your skirt. "why are you wearing that? you look like a slut,"

you frowned when he said this, looking down. did you really? suddenly, you didn't feel so good about yourself anymore.

"you want me to go change really quick?"

"then we'll be late for the reservation. just tie your jacket around yourself and try not to let anyone see," you nodded, following his instructions before getting into the car with him.

you still remembered how much it had hurt you when he said that. you had picked the skirt out especially for him! needless to say, you never wore that skirt again.

until today that is.

as you jumped into the skirt, you felt a sense of confidence wash over you, just as it had the first day you'd worn it. you looked for the red blouse, but you couldn't find it. you must've taken it with you when you left

you ended up pairing the skirt with a yellow t-shirt, and you'd been lucky enough to find the same sneakers.

you didn't exactly remember the context, but you were sure your husband had told you they were "raggedy" and "worn out". they were comfortable, though. and besides- you no longer cared what he thought.

fully dressed and feeling free, you stepped out of your old bedroom, to again, find eddie, just as you had the last time you had worn the skirt.

"hey! i remember that skirt," he said. you smiled at him, twirling around. "you only ever wore it once,"

"yeah," you said. "someone told me it looked bad,"

"i thought you were beautiful," he told you quietly, smiling softly. you looked up at him, the smile falling from your face. "and you still look great in it,"

now- in this circumstance, anyone else would've been flattered. and you were! you were... but you also felt sick. like you might throw up, right there.

you loved eddie.

and not in the best friend way; you loved all the losers like that. but right now, as you and eddie stood there in that hallway, smiling at each other, you loved him as something more.

you loved him like flowers love the spring rain that brings them to life. you loved him like a photograph loved the frame that held it secure.

and you wanted him to love you back.

that's why myra wants me to leave, you thought. it was all coming together now. myra had seen everything you had been to foolish to notice. you'd always loved eddie, and apparently it was painstakingly obvious to everyone but the two of you.

this entire time, you'd thought that myra's jealousy and hatred of you was all unwarranted, but now you understood.

"you okay, y/n/n?" eddie asked you, placing a hand on your shoulder. you composed yourself enough to smile at him and nod. had his eyes always held such depth?

"yeah," you managed. you cleared your throat. "i'm fine, eds,"

"okay," he smiled, taking the staircase.

you rushed back into your room. you had to find someone to house you, right then and there. no way were you spending another minute in the kaspbrak house.

you called everyone you could think of- work colleagues, friends from college, family members.

every single one of them turned you down.

by now, you were on the verge of a breakdown- all that was keeping you together was the tranquil still of your room, the sereneness of the silence that engulfed you.

immediately, as if a direct attempt to set you off, you heard a loud voice from downstairs.

it was undoubtedly myra and eddie fighting over your presence again. you stood up, throwing your phone into your bag. you'd sleep in your car if you had to, you decided. you weren't going to let yourself break their marriage any more than you already had.

you shoved what ever of your stuff you could fit in your purse, including the box you'd put your photo in.

you sighed as you looked around your room for one last time, before turning the lights off.

you walked down the staircase, holding your bag. eddie and myra were at the end of it, going at each other's throats.

"you- there she is! look, look at her! i want her gone, eddie-bear! gone! she's ruining our marriage!"

"i'm sorry for the pain i have caused you myra." you said, smiling at her. "i've found somewhere to stay, so i'm leaving,"

"wait!" eddie called for you as you walked towards the door. you stopped, spinning to face him. "y/n it's not your fault. i know you didn't ask for this. for any of this! and-"

"really, eddie?" myra sobbed, putting her head into her hands. "don't you care about my feelings? it's all her fault! no wonder her husband cheated on her," at this, you felt your cheeks redden as you tried your best to hold back the tears. "she ruined-"

"no, myra!" eddie was now facing his wife. "you ruined everything! you stressed me out, you put me on pills, and now you're driving my best friend away! i'm done, myra! i'm-"

you had snuck out of the door quietly, shutting it behind you. if myra and eddie continued to fight while you were gone, that was none of your business. but you would no longer be the cause of it.

you started towards your car, everything up in the air. you had no plan- you'd admittedly left in a bit of a rush. you had nowhere to go, barely any money, and no food. all you could do was hope for the best.

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crackimagines · 4 years

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FE3H - Beer and Romance

Byleth-Sama: Love is War (Part 3)

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Part Listings Here!

All AU’s involved listed here!

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Having no skills in the art of wooing people, Sara must improvise and find a way to get Byleth with her for the ball.

Even if that means getting help from...Less than desirable people.

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The Evening of Part 2...

[Evening Moments - Trails of Cold Steel]

Sara chugged the last of the ale in her mug and slammed it onto the counter, burping loudly.

(Sara) “Aaaah! Now that hit the spot!”

She laid back against the chair as her mind was barely scrambling together her thoughts.

(Aqua) “You seriously know how to find the good stuff, Instructor!”

(Manuela) “Agreed! Though, what are you doing with us tonight, Sara?”

(Sara) “Hm? Whatcha mean?”

(Manuela) “You’re currently trying to get Byleth as your partner for the dance, right?”

Sara sat back up in her chair and furrowed her brows.

(Sara) “The hell, who told you all that?!”

(Aqua) burp! “Our classes did. Well, technically Sothis did first but ya know!” hic!

(Manuela) “Sothis? Wow, you really ARE out of it. But yes, I heard it from the students. Trying to win that handsome man’s heart isn’t going to be easy with Megumi.”

(Sara) “Hmph.”

(Manuela) “After all, she’s a lot more polite and well liked around the students, doesn’t smell like booze-”

(Sara) “Gee, thanks for your support.”

(Aqua) HIC! “Come on, show some support for our girl! Sara’s got her womanly charms down! She’s SMOKIN! Let’s...ask Kazuma and the other students who’s got your back!”

Sara looked into her mug and nodded.

(Sara) “Not a bad idea from someone so wasted...Let’s do it!”

FWOOOOOOOOOOM!

The entire building shook violently, snapping everyone out of their drinking.

(Manuela) “What in the hell was that?!”

(Sara) “Was...that a guitar?”

(Aqua) “I think it came from the training hall!”

The three looked at each other, shrugged, then went back to drinking.

Day 3...

[Suburban Town of Trista - Trails of Cold Steel]

Rean sat at the pier fishing when he heard footsteps.

(Sara) “Hey Rean bean!”

(Rean) “Hello, Instructor. Do you need something?”

(Sara) “As a matter of fact, I do! Scooch over will ya?”

Rean shrugged and moved over for Sara to sit down.

(Sara) “Soooo, you have a lot of the girls attention from our class, yes?”

(Rean) “I guess? I don’t know I never got that vibe bef-...Is this about Byleth?”

(Sara) “Right on the money! So, I know I haven’t exactly been the...well...definition of ladylike-”

(Rean) “That’s an understatement-”

(Sara) “H-Hey!”

(Rean) “What? I’m being honest.”

(Sara) “Such words wound my heart! My own student not swooning over his tragically attractive teac-”

(Rean) “It’s Byleth’s attention you’re trying to get right? Class VII is rooting for you all the way, Instructor. Buuuut, I’m not exactly the guy to go to. Why not go to Sharon or any of the girls in House Isekai?”

(Sara) “As if that maid knows anything about being a proper lady!”

(Sharon) “I know more than you do, Miss Sara!”

Sharon smiled as both Rean and Sara jumped.

(Sara) “ACK! Quit doing that! And besides I’m asking you because you seem to help everyone in our class without a hitch. Help your poor teacher too!”

(Rean) “Instructor, you realize I had to do that because you pretty much forced everyone onto me, right?”

(Sharon) “But it’s something you don’t regret doing, Master Rean!”

(Rean) “...Ugh, fair enough. Well I guess if I can recommend anything, what about a better dress? Something you can wear to wow Byleth the day of the ball.”

(Sara) “Hm...That’s a start. Well, thanks Rean!”

(Rean) “Good luck, Instructor.”

Sara walked off to the markets, leaving Rean and Sharon.

(Rean) “...Sharon can you shadow her and Megumi to make sure they don’t end up hurting themselves with this crazy little fight?”

(Sharon) “Already taken care of, Master Rean! I have asked several of our students to keep watch when I am not around!”

(Rean) “Really? Like who?”

...

(Kazuma) “Yo, Sara!”

Sara turned around and saw Kazuma, Megumin, and Edelgard in the market.

(Megumin) “Hi, Instructor!”

(Edelgard) “Good afternoon.”

(Sara) “Hey kids, whatcha need?”

(Kazuma) “We heard you were trying to get an edge over Megunee, and we’re here to help.”

(Megumin) “Yeah, we’ll get you that dance!”

(Edelgard) “You have our word!”

(Sara) “...I can see you two helping me out for none other than pride, but what about you Kazuma?”

(Kazuma) “Meh, it’s just something I believe in.”

“...”

(Kazuma) “...And Sharon paid me.”

(Sara) “There we go, that’s more like it. Anyways, I need some help getting a dress. You lot seem to be more in tune with what’s pretty than me.”

(Megumin) “Uh...All I wear is what you see.”

(Edelgard) “I’m afraid...things like that is beyond my knowledge.”

(Kazuma) “Well if it’s just pretty dresses you need, I think I know just the gal...”

[Open for Business! - Fire Emblem: Awakening]

(Anna) “Welcome to the LARP-Shop!”

(Kazuma) “Sara, this is our dealer for...pretty much every supply we got in House Isekai. Anna, this is that alcoholic teacher.”

(Anna) “A pleasure, Miss Sara!”

(Sara) “Same here. now what’s the LARP part of your shop’s name mean?”

(Anna) “Iunno, sounds kinda fancy ya know?”

(Kazuma) snrk!

(Megumin) “Look at all these costumes! They look like my stuff but...a bit...more banged up.”

(Edelgard) “Oh, what about this knight costume? This is sure to get Byleth’s attention!”

(Kazuma) “Uh, we’re here to get a dress, not make Sara look like us.”

(Anna) “Ooooh, you need a dress? Who’s the lucky man?”

(Sara) “Lucky man? What makes you assume it’s for a guy?”

(Anna) “Well, the ball is coming soon, and every lady I know in Garreg Mach is scrambling to get something pretty, though that’s where the bad news comes in...”

(Kazuma) “Ah shit, don’t tell me?”

(Edelgard) “You’re out of dresses, aren’t you?”

(Anna) “Afraid I am...’

(Sara) “Psh, no problem! I don’t need a dress anyway, I’m sure I can look more stunning with whatever special stuff is here! Hey, Megumin, you’re with me! Edelgard and Kazuma, find me some jewelry!”

(Megumin) “Instructor, who’s money are we using?”

(Sara) “The Monastery’s of course! I ain’t payin a thing myself!”

(Kazuma) “...I respect her so much.”

(Edelgard) “For that?!”

...

(Megumin) “Presenting, the Instructor!”

(Anna) “Oh, she’s done!”

(Kazuma) “Well, let’s see what she di-WOAH.”

“So, how’s this?”

(Megumin) “Pretty!”

(Edelgard) “O-Oh...”

(Kazuma) “HOLY SHIT SHE’S HOT.”

(Anna) “Hah, perfect! To hell with dresses and tradition, am I right?”

(Sara) “Damn straight! Now uh...where exactly did you get this type of clothing? This is more akin to my world’s than anything I’ve seen in Fodlan.”

(Kazuma) “Now that you mention it, yeah that looks more like Earth’s clothing. What’s up with that?”

(Anna) “Don’t question my stock, it’s...an answer you don’t wanna know. Now, let’s get that payment done!”

Once they finished paying for Sara’s new clothes for the ball, she turned to the three.

(Sara) “So, dress acquired! How do I be more ladylike?”

“...”

(Sara) “...I’m asking the wrong people, aren’t I?”

(Megumin, Edelgard & Kazuma) “Yup.”

(Sharon) “If I may?”

(Sara) “GAHGEUDNMDAMN IT!”

(Kazuma) “FUCK! God- how do you?!-”

(Sharon) “I have an idea since the other more womanly types appear to be entirely neutral on this fight or with Megumi though...It’s an idea you may oppose at first.”

(Sara) “Well, I ain’t got anything to lose, hit me.”

Seteth’s Office Room...

[Dapper Cadaver - Team Fortress 2]

Seteth quietly sat in his chair reading a book when he heard a knock at the door.

(Seteth) “Come in.”

Sara awkwardly poked her head around the door.

(Sara) “Uh...h-hey there. Got a second?”

(Seteth) “Oh, Valestein. Please,

GO TO HELL.”

(Sara) “Hah uh...r-real funny. Anyways I-”

SLAM!

Seteth slammed the door, hitting her face in the process and squishing her.

(Sara) “A-AGH! N-NONO WAIT! I’M NOT HERE TO SCREW WITH YOU! I-I NEED YOUR HELP!”

Seteth’s eyes went wide, then he rolled, letting her tumble through the door.

(Seteth) “Make it quick.”

(Sara) “Ack...So...well...You see the thing is, I um...want to take Byleth out...during the...ball.”

(Seteth) “You? You’re terrible with boys!”

(Sara) “Wha? Psh, no! You see this?”

Sara pointed at her face, then body, then the rest of her.

(Sara) “Look at all of this! No, I’m GREAT with the boys! It’s the men, the classy ones. The ones that smell good and...can read.”

(Seteth) “If I recall Byleth couldn’t read when he first started tea-”

(Sara) “Bah, besides the point! And seeing as you’re an actual man who married...I need your help in making me into a woman that he could consider taking into the ball.”

(Seteth) “Hm, and why is it that you are unapproachable to men?”

(Sara) “...C-Come on, Seteth. I don’t know.”

(Seteth) “Well, a mystery that you will take when you return to your world, goodbye!”

(Sara) “Wait wait wait...Ugh, this NEVER leaves this room...You...are better than me. I need your help.”

Seteth sighed but then turned to her.

(Seteth) “Then let’s get to work. We only have a few more days.”

#fire emblem three houses imagines #fire emblem three houses headcanons #fe3h imagines #crossover #anna #anna fe #Edelgard von Hresvelg #seteth #sara valestein #rean schwarzer #sharon kreuger #megumin #satou kazuma #manuela casagranda #aqua #Trails of Cold Steel AU #Konosuba AU

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wigglebox · 5 years

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Wait?? Why did you put that the promo is a red herring? I just wanna know why its gonna be so sad !!

BAH! Alright well so like – it’s goofy, it’s a goofy trailer for an episode called ‘Proverbs 17:3′ which, in the bible, is:

The fining pot is for silver, and the furnace for gold: but the LORD trieth the hearts.

Sounds pretty heavy for a trailer that makes them look and sound like two goofballs.

Then, there’s all this (pay attention to clothes):

Stills from ‘Last Ride’ trailer (first one I’m unsure about but regardless it matches up somewhat):

ANOTHER still from ‘Last Ride’ trailer:

Closer look at what they’re wearing:

This was posted to Instagram on September 14th:

This was what Jason Fischer posted to his Twitter on September 13th (they were filming 15x05)

So, essentially, the cute little “OH LOOK at this look goofball routine in the trailer haha they’re dorks haha nerds haha” is really just

gonna crash down around us tbh? So the trailer is showing us light-hearted but in actuality, this is probably going to destroy us.

The fining pot is for silver, and the furnace for gold: but the LORD trieth the hearts. Proverbs 17:3.

#spn spoilers #spn #spn spec #15x05 #Anonymous

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seriouslydidijustdothat · 4 years

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Hey look I got tagged by the lovely @dannosteve223!

Nickname: I’ve got many, Stitch, Dory... People usually make their own, lol, but I guess that requires knowing a bit about me so by all means, gimme a new nickname!

Zodiac: Sagittarius

Height: 166cm (fine, I’ll add imperial even though I don’t know how it works: 5′6 ish)

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor but a close call with- Ravenclaw I wanna say? It’s been a while since my last quiz...

Last thing I google: what indeed... uh... nothing interesting today, yesterday, however, plenty of medical jargon for fic research :P

Song stuck in my head: Poor Unfortunate Souls (thanks Randy Rainbow lol)

Number of followers: 142. Pretty sure 130 of those are blocked porn bots so hello to the other 12 of you xD (otherwise, why is my list so short? :0)

Amount of sleep: usually btw 7-8, though depends if able to fall asleep when I want to, or it’s way less than that and I get cranky...

Lucky number: not lucky per se, but fave? 4, or 11 or 13 or 27, I couldn’t tell ya, they kinda switch every now and again

Dream job: ... Still no idea, you’d think I’d have one but ALAS. Something in education (non-teaching) would be neat? Until I can get some writing published? Bah.

Wearing: my indoor comfy clothes: t-shirt and my baggy summer pants? I dunno what they’re called but they’re light fabric (the kind they wear in SE Asia where it’s humid)

Favorite song: ... Like the numbers, those vary as well, but off the top of my head... let’s sayyyyyy... Whatever it Takes by Imagine Dragons bc it conjures an AMV for H50 which is great for fic writing

Favorite instrument: To listen to or to play? The fave one I’ve played is flute (though recorder was pretty sweet, nearly got me into baroque flutes tbh). Listening to... hm. Can’t say ^^;

Aesthetic: Not sure I have one, can I outsource the answer?? Lol

Favorite author: Oh boy... Let’s go with a childhood fave of mine, Christian Grenier because his sci fi books are still dear to my heart decades later.

Favorite animal noise: are any of these supposed to be easy!? jeez, ummm... a cheetah’s meow? Bc it’s ADORABLE!

Random: Lived on 4 continents (2 more to go? lol)

I’ll tag: @purple-possibilities @lady-of-shadows @teekettle and @toriaforest if you guys want to partake, because I’m not a cat but I am curious :3

#personal #tag game

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thrillridepirates · 5 years

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SPYAIR - Just Like This 2017 - Battle Documentary [ENGLISH TRANSLATION]

credits to: KURI_栗子 (KURI) and mizuki @ bilibili; Gime Sakata3 @ youtube; nacho(@thrillridepirates @ tumblr)

Probably best if you have the video open to follow along. (If anyone wants to make hard subs, feel free to use the translation w/ credits.)

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Team MUSCLE is: UZ, KENTA, and TASUKU

Team FASHION is: IKE, MOMIKEN, and DAIJU

Ike: fashion is something like air, like breathing; it’s something that exists naturally. But once it disappears, we are unable to survive. Fashion is the reason for our existence.

UZ: Workout? Don’t use such a crass term. What we are doing is sculpting the human body. Did you guys really think that humans use this *points to head* and this *points to heart* to survive? Well, that’s far from the truth. Humans actually use this *points to arm* and this *points to abs* to survive. If you don’t already understand, then today, you will understand.

Ike: Muscles? Please change the subject.

UZ: Fashion?!?! Well, aren’t you here to interview us [team muscle]?

Ike: Seriously?!? I thought we [team fashion] were being interviewed today.

UZ: The past is the past. We don’t know acknowledge them [team fashion] any more. *cut to picture on phone screen*

Ike: What are muscles anyways, it’s not like you need them these days. Muscles are so out of fashion. All I need is the strength to hold my microphone. (lololololol)

UZ: Protein is everything. There is nothing more important than protein. We. Are. Protein.

Momiken: The reason why we eat is not just limited to gaining strength. Eating for enjoyment is also a human privilege.

Kenta: wearing fashionable clothes, drinking whatever’s trendy, driving fancy cars… might as well use that time to train your muscles! Having this *pats arm* is true gainzzzzzz.

Momiken: through meticulous cultivation and endless pruning, we are finally able to present the product you see today…. GRASS. No mistaking it, it really is grass. *drinks grass*

Kenta: for example, other people are always like “DAH” “BAH” “ZAH” (sound effects) for just a few moments and then they are done with their training. But us? We are different, got it? We do *sound effect and points to arm* for a bit, then *sound effect and points to back of arm* for a bit more, and then we become **insert more sound effects and flexing** like this. And then, it becomes like this *points to leg*

Ike: isn’t this great? *puts his arms around the ladies*

UZ: Women?!?! We don’t need them. *kenta and tasuku are in the background checking out some booty*

UZ: *turns around to ask kenta and tasuku* Right?...HEY!!

Ike: BAAAAAAAAAAKA

Kenta: actually, humans do require this. *pats leg* There is nothing more useful than this (still referring to leg). *insert running montage* This is really useful. With something this useful, that car/motorcycle/train/etc is the weakest thing ever.

Ike: BAAAAAAAAAAKA

Momiken: Skincare is just another part of fashion. Gotta carefully nourish one’s skin.

Kenta: Skincare is such a disaster. If you’ve got time to do skincare, using that time to drink protein shakes will produce much better results.

Momiken: Muscles? I have NO RESPECT (in english).

Girl: Muscles? Awful.

Ike: GORILLA. *finger guns* BAKA

UZ: come and get some then! *kenta trying not to laugh in the background*

Kenta: We sculpted these muscles from cutting firewood. When you raise your arms up, this *points to arm muscle* becomes more defined. When you bring your arms down, then this *points* becomes more defined.

Ike: The outskirts of town are more quiet. Cars are a sign of status. Women are a sign of status. In other words, we are the walking definition of having status.

*picture on phone* We really cannot acknowledge those other guys

UZ: you wanna fight?

Ike: not even a “long time no see”? The way you’re doing things will lead to a breakup. We’re not high school students anymore.

UZ: so it can’t be helped…

Ike: I don’t have to consider what you guys think, got it?

UZ: show me the proof then, if you think you guys are all that

Ike: I’ll prove it to you then

UZ: *throws hat* we don’t need an explanation, let’s battle

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pls message if there are any corrections that need to be made, thanks!

spyair english translation

#spyair #just like this 2017 #ike #momiken #UZ #kenta #spyair translation

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lycorogue · 5 years

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Meet My OCs: Willow (Part 5 – Stories)

You still with me? You are friggen awesome!

Just two more to go! This post and the next one, which will be a post showcasing some fun wrestling entrances I created for my husband’s WWE13 game.

Before we really get into this post, though, how about a quick recap of this series thus far?

Part 1: Introduction to the series, as well as explanations of the real-world influences that helped me create my two story worlds of Gyateara and Glitches. Part 2: Explaining the inspirations that birthed each of my four main Gyateara characters. Part 3a: Same, but for my four main teenage Glitches characters. Part 3b: How I reworked 6 canonical X-Men characters into the Glitches main supportive cast of six adult characters.

Meet Willow mini-series:

Part 1: Willow’s background, personally overview, and powers. Part 2: Willow’s main relationships. Part 3: Willow’s history on the X-Future game, and how it will translate to Glitches Part 4: Willow visuals; fanart, commissioned art, and fashion design games

Now you get a bit more into Willow’s head via 5 writing samples. Two are adaptations of the play-by-post game itself, and three others are side-story narratives. Check below to read them.

The Set-up: An example of the Willow/Devon dynamic before Devon left to join The Brotherhood, leaving Willow feeling betrayed.

Word Count: 1174

- Mutual Teasing -

Labored breaths fell in rhythm with pounding footfalls. The humidity of the summer day settled on the thick lawn that was a few days past needing a mow. Broken blades of grass stuck to two sets of sneakers. Their path was already visible behind them with the wet greenery staying crushed under their tread.

"There!" Willow panted as her fingers brushed Devon's shoulder. "Finally caught your ass." She gargled some sticky saliva and spat it to her side. She braced herself with her hands on her knees as she took a long breath. Moving her hands to her waist, she exhaled and arched backwards before flopping onto the grass. The budding dew cooled her bare legs.

Devon allowed one foot to slide out on the grass and landed beside Willow. He thumbed his nose and coughed the burn out of his lungs.

"Worn out already?" he laughed. "I thought you do street running or fast running or Perk-ore or whatever."

Willow leaned back on her elbows, tossed her short silver hair out of her face, and focused on Devon out of the corners of her aquamarine eyes. She clicked her tongue against her teeth before huffing a sarcastic laugh.

"First: you're an ass. Second: how the hell did you grow up in Brooklyn and not know what Free-running is? Also, it's pronounced Parkour."

"Eh, whatever. You knew what I meant."

Willow let her arms give out beneath her and stretched across the grass. She closed her eyes and flicked Devon in the wrist as her fingers brushed his skin.

"Hey!" Devon pulled away before smirking and skirting around to her head. Kneeling at her shoulders, he pinned her arms. "How am I the ass when you're the athlete who can't handle a quick game of tag?"

The fifteen-year-old opened her eyes again, only to squint them as if she were trying to stare at the sun. It kept her a couple of seconds to adjust to Devon's exotic brown eyes only being a couple inches away. The flecks of color embedded in the cocoa of his irises flickered a rainbow of reds, golds, greens, and oranges as if Devon's eyes were kaleidoscopes.

Abruptly, Willow killed the silence by blowing on Devon's nose. Instinctively, the seventeen-year-old pulled a hand away to rub the itch she caused. With Devon distracted for a couple of seconds, Willow easily slid her other arm free, twisted into a sitting position, and flicked him in the forehead all as one fluid motion.

"You're an ass because your 'quick game' lasted over an hour with barely any breaks. Plus, your mild healing power increases your endurance. No lung or muscle burn means running is easier. Simple science confirms your assness. Boom." She motioned her hand like she was dropping something, and the image of a three-inch atomic bomb appeared, complete with a mushroom cloud explosion when the bomb disappeared into the grass.

"Bah, you're just a sore loser." Devon tilted to his side and rolled onto his back. "So, whaja wanna do now?"

"Sun's down. We should probably start heading back." Willow stood and brushed the moisture off herself.

"Sun's down," Willow's voice parroted back to her, "We should probably start heading back."

Willow turned to see herself lying in the grass, one leg hooked over a bent knee, kicking slightly.

"I hate when you do that." The real Willow tucked her hair back to make sure Devon saw her full glare.

Imitation Willow laughed in Devon's baritone. Her long, slender legs shimmered as they became quickly covered in heavy denim jeans. Her petite chest broadened and her pale skin darkened to an olive-tone. Finally, her heart-shaped face, framed by an asymmetrical bob, shifted into Devon's chiseled jaw with spiky brown locks; his nondescript features returned, again suggesting that he was somehow all races at once.

"Come on," Devon said once he was back to his normal form, "you secretly love having a twin."

Three Willows formed out of the air behind the original. In unison, all four replied, "I could be however many I want. All you do is simple mockery."

One of the false three walked over to Devon and knelt beside him. She rubbed his chest and stroked his jaw with a silky smile across her face. The original Willow stepped to the side of the other two in order to give Devon an unobscured view.

"I can do more than mimicry though," the real Willow cooed.

The two illusions that stayed behind turned to each other and moved in for an embrace and kiss. Before their lips met, they transformed into Devon sloppily making out with himself.

The seductive Willow illusion still stroking Devon's chest burst into laughter. The real Willow joined suit. With a flick of her wrist, the illusionary Devons were only in matching white boxers with hearts on them. One Devon grabbed the other's ass.

"There we go," Willow snorted, "much better. Don't you think? Oh, and a goosing too. You frisky devil."

Devon smirked. "I think I'm damn handsome actually, and would gladly make out with myself given the chance. I also think you secretly want to see me in those." He gestured towards the boxers and winked at the real Willow. He then tapped the illusion Willow on her nose to disperse her; breaking Willow's spell.

Willow huffed as she waved her hand as if erasing the illusion of the making-out Devons. They too vanished, leaving only the original Willow and Devon alone in the field.

"Well, I think you have too high of an opinion of yourself." Willow crossed her arms in front of her and pouted; her fun ruined. "Like I'd want anything to do with you and your boxers."

Devon stood up and chuckled. "Say what you want. Your illusion showed me all I needed to know."

"Shut up! I was trying to mess with you."

"Would have worked if you got some details right." Devon dramatically shrugged with his arms out to his sides. "For starters, you clearly don't know how make-out sessions work."

"Y-yes I do!" She blushed. "I was purposely making it bad to imply that you're a bad kisser."

Devon shoved his hands deep in his pockets before walking over to Willow and leaning in close. "Want me to show you how well I kiss?" He wagged his eyebrows at her.

Willow's face flushed. "No! Gross! I'd probably have to teach you anyway." She stepped back and hugged herself. Her face scrunched up like she smelled a used diaper.

"You also got the boxers wrong. I go commando. Makes the morphing easier with less clothing. In fact, who's to say if I'm wearing any actual clothing right now?"

"Ewww!" Willow shoved him further away from her and started running back to the dorms.

"But I would totally sport only those white boxers with the hearts if that's what you're into," Devon teased, chasing after her. "And when should I expect those make-out lessons?"

"Hate you, Devon!" She playfully called back.

"You love me," he laughed.

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The Set-up:

Devon returned to the X-Men after spending two years with The Brotherhood of Mutants. Until the X-Men can decide if they can trust him, Devon is in a holding cell hidden under the Xavier Institute. Willow, feeling conflicted on the return of her former best friend and crush, decided to visit Devon to get some answers of her own. The answer she got was that he wasn't part of the attack on the Xavier Institute; he didn't even know about it until months later, and he grieved the presumed loss of his friends. He had every intention of simply infiltrating The Brotherhood and coming back to the X-Men as a spy to prove his worth to the X-Men. This is a sample from the larger story “Please, Let Me Explain” co-authored by me and Devon's creator Ronoxym.

Word Count: 843

- Can't You Be The Bad Guy? -

She peeked over her shoulder and back at Devon before turning fully around. "I saw what you did in the Danger Room. I was so intrigued by the idea of your first DR run that I made sure to set up shop in the observation deck. I watched the whole thing: wandering the desert, saving Penny, getting knocked out, waking up in what you thought was the infirmary before being convinced that you were going on an actual mission, going up against The Brotherhood again, and taking out Lookout once Pyro offered you info on your parents. It was a mean trick, but it seemed to seal your coffin well enough."

"I really wish you hadn't seen that." He shied away, ashamed at his behavior, but also growing angry at the reminder of the cruel misdirection. That session had ruined his life.

"Yeah, well, I did. I was so mad. I hadn't known you for long, but I thought I knew you pretty well. Even after the thing with Marge in the DR, I tried to come up with an explanation. But then you flee before the place blows? You had betrayed us to The Brotherhood and clearly didn't care about us any longer. My life for the past two years was hating you to no end. Vowing that I'd avenge Hedge. That I'd get payback for the other three lives you took. So, tell me, Devon, if you are as innocent as you claim, how doesn't that make the last two years of my life worse?"

Devon looked bewildered by her question. He had figured that being innocent would always make things better, not worse. Willow didn't miss a beat in informing him otherwise.

"Don't you get it? I just spent the past two years of my life hating you! Despising you! Having nightmares about you! I had a sickening sense of betrayal whenever I thought about you - even the few good times we had. I had emotional breakdowns and loathed my best friend for the past two years over a misunderstanding? That's supposed to cheer me up? I blamed you for four deaths you had nothing to do with? That's supposed to lift my spirits? Do you realize how much I put myself through because I thought I was the one who drove you to it? I mean, I was the one who convinced you to try out the DR in the first place! If I hadn't suggested it to Wolverine then maybe you wouldn't have left. Now knowing that I just might be right about that fact is supposed to perk me up?"

She started screaming at him as she wept. "The amount of time I wasted hating my best friend. The amount of energy I dedicated to hardening my heart to you. The days of self-loathing because I thought I put you up to it, or because - to this day – I'm still pissed off at Cyclops for tricking you like that! You were the enemy! Cyclops was right about you, and he was justified in testing you in the DR instead of letting you betray us in the field. Yet I still hated him for such a horrible ploy. Then I felt guilty for siding with a foe instead of a professor."

She hung her head and her hair spilled from behind her ears, hiding her right eye. It was manic whenever Trish's hair fell into her face, but it was sweet and a bit heart-wrenching when Willow's silvery-white locks drifted into hers. Devon just wanted to brush them away from her eyes, and help dry her tears. It pained him to the core that he caused her such grief.

Her voice cracked as she breathed out the next sentence. "It's just easier on me if you really were the bad guy. So, just- can you just give me that?"

Devon had no clue how to respond. They stood in silence for a few minutes - Devon staring at Willow as she focused on her own feet - before she finally ran out of the room. Mirroring Devon when he left the institute two years prior, Willow didn't bother to look back or say goodbye.

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The Set-up: Nyssa, Devon, and Zeke just defected to the X-Men from The Brotherhood. Willow has not taken kindly to the trio, and is particularly harsh with Devon. Nyssa, Devon's unofficial girlfriend, decides to take it upon herself to get Willow to chill. This story is a companion piece to X-Future.

Word Count: 1613

- It Is So On! -

Willow sighed and flopped on to her bed. "What do ya want, Nys?"

The blonde slammed the door closed behind her. "We need to talk about Devon."

Willow squeezed her eyes closed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "No, we don't. We really, really don't."

"Yes, we do." Nys' voice was firm, like a scolding school teacher. "Or at the very least you're going to hear what I have to say."

Willow opened one eye to glance over at Nys. The girl had a stubborn determination. Willow could already tell that she was in a losing battle. She closed her eyes and waved Nys on.

"You need to lay off him," Nys demanded.

Willow loudly drew in a hissy breath. On the loud exhale she rebutted, "How about nope?" She then rolled off her bed and walked over to her desk. "Well, that was fun. Buh-bye now."

Nys bit the inside of her cheeks and folded her arms. "Are you this hostile to everyone?"

Willow swung out her leg as she pivoted on her opposite heel, and then gracefully landed in her chair. "Only potential threats," she said matter-of-factly. "Ya know, like former members of an organization that already blew up this school once."

Nys stormed over to the desk. "That's not fair! First of all, none of us had anything to do with that! We weren't even members back then. Secondly, The Brotherhood had lied to us and kept us in the dark the entire time we were with them. None of us are actually bad people."

Willow cocked an eyebrow. She carefully watched as Nys took a few steps back and sank on to the bed. The blonde's harshness melted as she slumped on the soft surface.

"Look." For the first time Nys' voice was soft and a bit defeated as she studied her woven fingers. "Zeke is a bit simple minded, but he's really just a huge teddy bear. He's devoted and loyal as long as you treat him well, and he really just wants to be a good person. He's actually pretty devastated that he was part of a terrorist group. Well, we all are, honestly. Anyway, Zeke doesn't deserve you or anyone else here harassing him about his past."

"Yeah, okay, don't pick on the humanoid St. Bernard. Whatever." Willow made a display of yawning before she checked her desk clock. "Weren't you invading my room in order to talk to me about the Traitor Supreme?"

Nys vaulted off Willow's bed and got up in the younger girl's face. "Never ever refer to him like that!" she snarled.

Willow leaned back and shot her finger up at Nys. "Ah, there we are. Full circle back to rage. Fascinating how that works." She crossed her legs, and again casually waved for Nys to continue. "Well, if I have to hear this, can you at least move it along?"

"Move it along? Move it along! Are you kidding me right now?" Nys slammed her hand on the desk beside Willow. "Listen up, bitch, and listen carefully. You want this short? I'll make it simple for you then. Leave. Us. Alone. Easy enough for you?"

Willow scoffed and pivoted her chair so she had space to stand up. Nys caught the armrest and swung the chair back to center Willow on her. Holding firmly to each side of the chair, Nys leaned in close. "Don't mess with me, skank."

"Excuse me?" Willow knitted her eyebrows in disbelief and shifted her weight to one side, ready to sweep kick Nys away from her if need be.

"Don't pick on Zeke," Nys continued completely undeterred. "And certainly do not harass Devon. Don't be mean to him. Don't treat him harshly. Don't call him names. And never call him a traitor again! You would be lucky to have a loyal friend like him!"

"Loyal?" Willow's voice cracked as it was torn between yelling and laughing. Her face hardened. In a quick movement she simultaneously shoved Nys away from her and stood up fast enough to kick the chair behind her. "Now listen up here, sweetheart." She spat out the last word as if it were a curse. "I already had Devon as a friend, and let me tell you, it was far from lucky. Plus, he was about as loyal as a pet tiger. So it's time for you to sit down and listen to Teacher."

Nys rolled her shoulders and took a step back so her nose wasn't practically brushing Willow's. The silver-haired girl clenched her jaw as she growled through her teeth. "That jerk caused nothing but chaos when he left. And I certainly didn't feel his loyalty, or feel lucky to have been his friend. You want to know what I did feel? I felt lost. Betrayed. Hatred. So, you can keep him as a friend. 'Cuz I certainly don't want it."

The blonde shifted, gently tilting her head and calculating. "You liked him," she finally guessed after a few heartbeats.

"What?" Willow stiffened her back and glowered.

Nys struggled to keep the smile from tugging on her lips. "You did, didn't you?" She scanned her adversary as she softened her stance. "That's why you're so hard on him. He broke your heart when he left."

The belly laugh filled the room. Hugging her stomach, Willow snorted before she was able to recompose herself. She held up her hand apologetically as she took deep breaths to calm the giggles. "I'm sorry, but Devon? Devon St. James? That punk kid? Break my heart?" She guffawed and quickly muffled it with a hand. "Yeah, alright, ya got me. He intrigued me a little, and I may have thought he was kinda cute. That's it." She fought against smiling and it was killing her cheeks. "Broke my heart. You're so cute. Look, I was with someone then, and I'm with someone now. I wouldn't want Devon St. James ever. Hate to break it to ya." Willow winked at Nys and giggled a bit more.

"Oh, right, dating someone." Nys stared at a patch of wall just past Willow's shoulder. Her voice was distant as she tried to grab at a passing memory. "That Chayse guy, right?"

Half of Willow's face pulled up in a smile as she cocked a hip. "Yeah. Chayse. Someone way better than that runaway douchebag. Yet another reason your little Don Juan scenario would never happen."

Nys' eyes bore down on Willow for yet again disrespecting Devon. Taking a couple long breaths, she calmed herself. Something about the younger girl seemed a bit off balance since it was suggested that she had a crush on Devon; maybe even loved him. Nys decided to take a stab in the dark: that the images Lia had seen during their battle were at least based on truth. "This oh-so-fantastic Chayse guy, he was with that Lia girl before, am I right?"

Willow's chuckles quickly died. She scowled and again stiffened her back. "Watch it."

"Yeah, I think I heard that the two of them were actually a cute couple for a while. Then you stole him away from her with your slutty feminine wiles." Nys smirked and her eyes twinkled.

"Listen here, Tinkerbell," Willow shot forward to get right in Nys' face. She poked the girl in the shoulder to accentuate her point. "Don't go around talking about shit you know nothing about."

Nys casually gave a sideways glance at Willow's poking. As if swatting a fly, she brushed the younger girl's hand away. "I also heard something about you creating unnecessary chaos between that Irish couple."

Willow gave Nys a shove. "I told you to stop."

Nys stumbled back and landed on Willow's bed. She quickly crossed her legs and leaned back as if she had intended to sit down anyway. "Seems to me you enjoy causing needless drama among happy couples."

The slap echoed throughout the room. Nys gripped the side of her face, knowing a handprint would show up in due time. Willow remained in the follow through of her swing. Her breaths were slow but heavy. "I said," Willow growled, "stop it."

Nys pushed Willow out of the way so she could stand up. The two stared each other down for a good minute. Nys was the one who finally broke the silence. "Listen, bitch, I don't care if you despise Devon or love him. He's mine and you're not going to cause drama between us. Try all you want, but keep in mind that I have my own way of getting into someone's head." Glaring, Nys released some of her pheromones and Willow became lightheaded.

After a little wobbling, Willow allowed herself to collapse on to her bed. Nys smirked and let up on her powers. "Just a little taste. You'll be fine in a minute or two. Open the window to help that along." She walked over to the door and stopped with it half open. "Trust me, mess with Devon anymore and I'll make it ten times worse for you."

Nys slammed the door behind her when she left. Right on cue, Willow's eyes refocused. She stared down her bedroom door and imagined the blonde that just left. Her fingers still tingled from slapping the girl. Willow studied them before clenching her hand in to a fist. "Challenge accepted, Nys. Challenge accepted."

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The Set-Up: The villain Agony managed to force Willow onto a weird sub-set of the Astral Plane in order for the two of them to battle. After a few scuffles, Agony drops some blood onto the “ground” of their battle field, and “crew” three copies of herself. Willow, using her illusion ability, did the same: creating 3 copies of herself. During the four-on-four battle, Agony circled the Willows, who are grouped together with their backs to each other. The Agonies formed scythes in each of their hands, meanwhile, Willow had her and her copies form daggers and shields. This is an adaptation of an actual X-Future role play scene

Word Count: 1358

- I am a Badass -

Boy, did I screw myself over by not keeping one hand free. I couldn't vault myself like I normally would as Agony and her copies each swiped at us with their scythes. The best I could do was an aerial spin.

I jumped up, pulled in as tight as I could with the dagger and shield, and spun a bit so I was above the high blade. I came down just as Agony's clone's scythe finished it's swing. I managed to land on the blade and push it down to the ground. My illusionary selves mimicked me as we all land on the scythes and pin them to the ground. Unfortunately, I don't know if it was my clones or Agony's that were out of sync, but the duplicate behind me had her left shin badly sliced on her landing. Her balance off, she missed pinning the scythe of her Agony, and she nearly took out the Willow to my right.

My focus shifted for a half-second as I watched the girls tumble into each other. I made a mental note to watch my back for the free scythe. Lowering my weight to make sure the scythe I was standing on was pinned, I smirked at the Agony in front of me, my dagger out towards her throat.

“Your move, Kaiba.” I mocked.

Agony grinned and took a step forward, driving my dagger through her neck. Before I could register that she was obviously one of Agony's illusionary duplicates, blue “blood” sprayed out of the woman's neck; coating me. I guarded my face with the shield, and took an instinctive step back.

I wasn't pinning her scythe any longer, but it doesn't seem to matter as the injured Agony dropped to the ground and 'died.' The other two illusionary Agonys vanished as well, leaving my copies dazed as their fighting partners disappeared. Regaining our bearings, my illusionary clones and I all turn to the real Agony.

She didn't seem to care about her scythe any longer, dropping it to the ground, and letting the psy energy dissolve back into the atmosphere. Instead, Agony threw back her head and laughed.

Even with the shield, the spray had come at me too fast to block it all. I still had some of it on my face and shoulders. I kept my eyes on Agony as I tried to wipe the blood off me. The second I touched the blue goop it started to glow. Its pulsating felt like my own heartbeat pushing through my skin.

“What the hell!?” I chanced looking away from Agony for a moment as I inspected the damage. The pulsating blue blood glowed brighter. Startled, I tossed my shield to the side, and frantically attempted to brush the liquid off at all. I only managed to spread it onto my clean hand, and then down my unsoiled arms. No matter what, the blood won't clean off; like it was attached to me now. My hurried swipes became noticeably slower, and my head grew heavy, as if I were tranquilized. I dropped to my knees, and my head swayed and bobbled as I struggled to stay alert. My only thought was Seriously? This is how I'm going out?

“You. Bitch.” I coughed out; dropping onto my hands as well.

"Soon you will be fully paralyzed, then I'll have you at my mercy." Agony smirked as she folded her arms across her chest, waiting for the inevitable.

My three duplicates stared at me as I collapsed, completely baffled. Morons. That's when I figured that maybe them being dumbfounded was actually in my favor. Agony doesn't seem to be paying much attention to them anymore.

Go! I mentally whispered to them. Move! Help!

I was frozen; pinned to the floor. My body wouldn't move.

Agony took a step towards me, and held out her hand. The weird blue blood finally peeled off of me like liquid metal being pulled by a magnet in Agony's hand. As it pooled on her palm, it solidified into a crystalline dagger.

Help, I plead once more to my illusions. They had to be listening to me, right? Agony kneeled down in front of me, pulled her arm back, and as she swung her arm down to plunge the dagger into my back, my clones finally leapt at her.

“What the hell?” Agony bellowed as my illusionary duplicates pinned her in place, pulling back on the hand with the dagger. “How are your petty illusions moving on their own?” She struggled for a few seconds before smiling down at me. “No matter. This won't hold me for long.” She closed her eyes, relaxed her struggle slightly, and concentrated on her breathing.

Moving on their own? It didn't make sense to me that she'd be so confused by that fact. Oh, right! Her illusions moved completely in unison with her! They could only mirror. She can't create autonomous clones!

I made a mental note to use that fact against her, assuming I survived long enough for that knowledge to prove useful.

“They're not real!” Agony's voice squeaked with a twinge of pain as she started struggling harder against my duplicates again. “They are not real!” She screamed.

Oh, shit! That was it. Agony knew my weakness. Disbelieving in my illusions dispelled them. The only things literally holding her back from killing me would be gone any second now. I was doomed. I clenched my eyes closed and focused on getting my body to move.

Move! Move! Damn it, move your big toe! It worked for Uma Thurman in Kill Bill! Now do it!

“They are not real!” Agony yelled again. Her eyes flew open and stared down her attackers. “You are not real! What is going on? Why are you still here?”

Opening my eyes, I struggled to arch my neck to see. All three illusions truly were still fighting back against Agony as she frantically squirmed against them. I was clueless as to how that was possible. Was there some part of her brain that sincerely believed the clones were there? Was that why she couldn't dispel them?

That was when my eye caught the shin of the copy that was hit by the scythe earlier. Blood was trickling down her leg.

Holy shit! I couldn't believe what I was seeing. They're real? They're really real? Oh. Em. Gee! I'm so friggen hard core!

The blood trickling down my illusion's shin had a purple hint to it. Same as the shading of the actual Astral Plane. That's when I truly realized what happened. The damn things were more psi-weapons! Just in human form! You can't dispel psi-weapons!

I made another mental note: when I'm on the astral plane, any illusion I create is a friggen psi-weapon!

My humanoid psi-friggen-weapons pulled harder back on Agony.

“Get off me! You're not real! You're not supposed to be here anymore! How are you still here?” Agony twisted more against the clones, panic starting to draw onto her face.

The copy that had Agony's wrist yanked harder on her hand to make Agony's grip loosen. My copy leaned in close to Agony's ear.

“We're all still here-” the clone said.

“-because I am-” continued the clone yanking on Agony's shoulders to bend her arms back away from me.

“-a mother-effing badass!” the injured duplicate finished, then sucker-punched Agony in the gut.

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The Set-Up: Willow unintentionally finds Lia hiding in the community bathroom. Lia blames herself for Annika/Judgment's possible death, as well as Devon's death (although technically, he's still alive), and Liam's. This is an adaptation of an actual X-Future role play scene.

Word Count: 1390

- Check the Ego -

“Oh, hun, no.” Willow dropped to her knees in front of Lia, who was curled up on the floor, hugging her legs. Willow placed her hands on Lia's to try to get her attention. “No, none of that is your fault. None of it! Do you hear me? You were fifteen when Annika left. What could you have possibly done? As for a last week? She was trying to kill you! You did what you had to in order to survive. If she is dead, it's her fault, not yours!” Willow moved her hands to Lia's face, and pulled her head up so Lia was looking in Willow's eyes.

“And both times Devon left were his own fault. He was the one that didn't want to include us. How could you possibly think you were responsible for that moron's actions? As for Liam? From what I gathered, you weren't anywhere near him. Know who was? That asshole Roscoe. Ya know, the guy who pretended to be Liam's BFF only to literally stab him in the back? Why? Why do you take all of this on? It's not your fault!”

Lia choked down tears in a sobbing hiccup. With the heel of her hand, she blotted away the few drops that pooled in her eyes. Despite Willow still holding her face, Lia refused to look in her friend's eyes, looking down to her arms instead.

“I-I dunno. I dunno why I feel guilty. Why do I feel guilty? What's wrong with me? I- I just can't help but feel like I failed, like I could have done something, like I could have done more. If only I could have gotten through to them. If I were better at understanding people. If I were better at my own powers. But I just keep failing. I keep proving to the world that it got left behind an inferior model. And-” Lia's eyes shoot up to meet Willow's. Her hands whipped to cover her mouth, a loud gasp attempting to suck up the next sentence back into her throat.

Willow's eyes slowly widened as realization washed over her. Abruptly, she ripped her hands away from Lia's face as Willow sprung up to tower over her.

“You're not your mom!” Willow shouted, wildly gesturing, uncaring that Lia's father was waiting for her just outside the bathroom door. He needed to hear this ridiculousness too. “Christ, girl, lower your ego a bit, huh? Is that really what this is all about?”

Lia gasped again at Willow's harsh words, glaring a little at her supposed friend. Willow didn't care, she hoped she was pissing Lia off; make up for how pissed off Lia just made her. “Seriously. Everyone looks at poor, little, emo Lia whining about how useless she is, and we all think 'Why does she have such low self esteem?' I should have known better. I should have known this whole thing was actually because your ego is way too big!”

Lia shifted awkwardly on the bathroom floor tiles, but Willow stepped closer so Lia had no room to rise; to move away from hearing this truth.

“Lia, you have no control over the world. You're not that powerful; you'll never be that powerful, so dial it down, 'kay? The world doesn't revolve around you. These bad things aren't some weird karma directed at you. The world isn't mad at you for not being your mom. Christ, not even your mom was that important to the world. So, come on, get over yourself. You are you. You are as good as you can be; you train hard for that. Learn from your downfalls and improve. Don't mope. Don't cry in your emo corner. No one else cares. No one else blames you. So stop inflating your ego thinking that everyone depends on you. You're not anyone's mom here, you're not even your own mom. So knock it off!”

Willow bent down to grab Lia's hand, and pulled her to her feet. Before Lia could catch her bearings, Willow had her in a tight embrace.

In a softer tone, Willow muttered one last thought in Lia's ear. “So, you gonna go back out in the world and learn? Or are you gonna stay in here and hide some more? Because I still need a shower, and Chayse is probably wondering were the hell I am.” Willow leaned away from Lia and gave her a gentle smile. Patting Lia on the cheek, Willow gathered up her supplies and headed towards the shower stalls.

Lia sniffled, her head hung. Tears spilled over this time, and she didn't bother attempting to wipe them away. “What's the point? You said it yourself, no one depends on me. Probably because they can't trust that I can do any good. What's the point of staying here to learn any more? I'm no hero. I can't help anyone here.”

The tiles squeaked as Willow skidded to a halt. Rage filled her face as she whipped around and stormed back over to Lia.

“Seriously?” Willow screamed in Lia's face, mere inches from her roommate's nose. She then leaned back and crossed her arms, her hip cocked as Willow stared Lia down. “Seriously. Alright. Fine. We're doing this then. Whatever. Sure. Sure, you're useless. You haven't saved anyone. Sure. Ignore the fact that it was because of you that Devon, Nyssa, and Zeke joined the team in the first place. But nope. You don't reach anyone.” Willow smacked her lips to resist smacking Lia. “Ignore the fact that, for the limited time Lincoln was here, he seemed the most calm and at peace whenever he was around you. Nope. You're useless. Right.” Willow took a step away from Lia, rolled her shoulders, and gave up trying to keep her voice low. “We'll also forget that we were able to capture Lighter in the first place because you stopped her single-handedly from turning all of us into fried chicken.” She was waving her arms wildly now, pacing in front of Lia like a lioness cutting off a gazelle's retreat. “Chayse tries to be better not because his parents berate him, but because you do. Ripley found an anchor here - excuse the pun - and rejoined society because of you.” Willow roughly poked Lia in the shoulder before throwing up her hands over her head. “But, nope. Nope. You are useless. No one needs you here. You're just wasting everyone's time. Sure. Sounds about right.”

Willow shook her head and stomped over to the bathroom door. She held it open and motioned to Lia's father standing guard in the hallway.

“Your dad's right here. Do you want to tell him that you want to move back to your old home, or should I? Because I sure would hate for my time to be further wasted by you,” she snapped out sarcastically.

Concerned, Jamie timidly poked his head through the community bathroom door, and glanced over at his daughter. “Lia? Baby, you okay? What's going on between you two?”

“Oh, nothing much, Mr. Madrox,” Willow spat out as she glared over her shoulder at Lia, “just your daughter whining again because she's not a 'hero,' which apparently everyone else in this school is. Cuz, ya know, I've stopped tons of arch villains myself. Same with Crystal, and Tyler, and Colette, and Alister, and Sasha, and dozens more. Yup. We're all big bad superheroes ready to join up with SHIELD and the Avengers; leaving her behind.” She fully turned and screamed back into the bathroom. “Right, Lia? So, what's the point in staying here? Lord, it's all or nothing with your ego, isn't it?” Willow shook her head, and shoved the bathroom door as open as it would go before storming out.

“Ya know what,” Willow muttered over her shoulder, “Screw the shower. It could never clean this grime off me anyway. Such bullshit.” A few stomps down the corridor, Willow pivoted and shouted back to the bathroom. “Just let me know where I'm shipping your shit!” Spinning on her heel, Willow stormed back to her bedroom.

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WOW! There... was... a lot of Devon in there... >_> Hubby doesn’t really write anything terribly in-depth, so most of the Willow/Chayse role play is “off-screen”, things like “They go on a trip to Japan for a couple of weeks” or “They nurse each other back to health after a tough battle” or “He takes her to a secluded place for a picnic of Cajun food he made himself.”

Ronoxym, on the other hand, did a LOT of dialog-focused role play with Willow, and he was the one who came up with the concept for “Please, Let Me Explain” so I guess it makes sense that most of my Willow examples center around Devon....

Anyway, one last post to go! Who’s ready to see some fun wrestling entrance videos?

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