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Supercharged | JJK

Chapter 5: Scared of a Little Lightning

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🗲summary: It starts with a blow to the chest that changes your life. When your city’s most celebrated hero pays a visit, it turns out the noble Bolt has no trouble tossing lives aside. Lives that won't be missed. Lives like yours. Seven mysterious and powerful men give you another chance – one that starts to feel more like a curse the moment you meet golden boy Jungkook. The boy who wants you as far from his brothers as he can get you. Is it you he hates, or the blue lightning that now runs through your veins? And could it be his golden light that illuminates your heart when darkness threatens? 🗲this chapter: With the threat of Bolt rising, so do tensions within the base.

🗲pairing: jungkook x female reader 🗲word count: 6.3k 🗲genre: angst, action, eventual fluff, enemies to lovers, slow burn, supervillains au, found family 🗲rating: pg15 🗲warnings: violence with superpowers, and also with fists, they fight in this one okay, swearing, hella tension and anger issues, arguing, angry Namjoon (yes that is a warning). it's just a tense chapter😅

a/n: oH I am EXCITED for this chapter!!! It's a juicy one if I say so myself😌I am begging you to come chat with me about it, things are heating up!! Be it an ask, comments, tags, hearing from you guys about this series is an absolute joy so far and it's making me giddy posting each week wondering what you guys will think👀thank you so much, that's a great feeling! I hope you enjoy reading the chapter as much as I did writing it!💜

Whatever Jungkook thought of you staying, you couldn’t care less.

While he glared, you ignored him and instead enjoyed the new additions to your routine. In fact, though you wouldn’t admit it, it gave you a bit of pleasure to know he was gritting his teeth as you continued as part of their lives.

However, he still had his chance to make your life a misery. He had taken to actively antagonising you rather than straight-up ignoring you as he had previously in training.

That was what it felt like, at least, when he was yelling “faster!” into your ear as you fired bolts as rapidly as you could muster. It was never good enough for him.

It only got worse when he took to flinging the targets around your training space with a well-aimed jet of gold. That kind of precision and strength was something you could barely hope to achieve with your powers. Even trying to hit the targets in the air was beyond you, let alone being able to actually throw one, as Jungkook did with such ease.

Though in some ways it was refreshing to have a different training routine, in most other respects it was anything but.

Anyone else could be forgiven for thinking he was simply trying to push you now that you were in line to join their team, but you knew better. The smirks that occupied his face when you failed gave it away. You tried desperately not to give him that satisfaction, but eventually you always lost out to exhaustion, leaving him triumphant.

On the contrary, physical training which you now had to take part in, was welcome relief.

Usually Hoseok was the one training with you, which you were ecstatic about. Of course, he was mainly needed to show you the ropes in the beginning, and once you understood how to use all the gym equipment, you could more or less do it yourself. But he was in there anyway a lot of the time, and you were more than happy with the way he would chat away as you worked out side by side. It felt nice to spend time with someone who actually wanted you there – who would help, or play stupid games with you, or drag you into doing pairs exercises that would never go right, normally ending with you in a hysterical tangle on the floor.

His powers being what they were, however, it was a little discouraging sometimes. You would be red-faced and ready to give up while he still had enough breath in him to gush enthusiastically about the latest band that took his interest, all while doing pull-ups.

But then Yoongi would appear (out of nowhere, as always) and grumble along with you, making fun of his ‘over-active’ brother while Hope laughed loudly.

Spending even more time in the training areas made you feel like this place was really alive. It was completely different to anywhere you had lived before, solely because you weren’t alone.

Jin had taken you directly to your old place the day after you had accepted Namjoon’s offer. It had hardly crossed your mind, so you were surprised to see it as you had left it. Apparently Kuyang had been covering the rent for you.

It must not have been much of a strain for him, you thought, standing in the doorway of your place and thinking of his laboratory in a skyscraper. The two hole-in-the-wall rooms that made up your apartment were a far cry from anywhere in the centre of town. You were almost embarrassed for Jin to follow you in there, but then he was pushing past to drop several empty boxes on the worn carpet and apologising that your new room wouldn’t be so big.

“That’s hardly the same thing,” you snorted, taking the first box through to your bedroom, “have you seen your kitchen?”

Looking over to your sorry excuse for a kitchen, Jin couldn’t argue. He half-grimaced.

“Who really needs an oven in this day and age anyway?” he tried.

Rolling your eyes with a snort, you pulled open your wardrobe and set to packing.

Halfway through, several indistinguishable shouts bled through the ceiling. What startled you was that you almost didn’t notice it, used to it as you had been.

Jin had stopped, and stared at you in alarm, but you just chuckled and told him that was how it was, living on top of other families.

In the end, you didn’t use all of the boxes. You looked around, just in case, for something you would never miss. It hadn’t taken much to empty the place of all trace of you, though you left the fridge well alone, not daring to discover the state of what you had left.

You dropped your keys on the table and left the silence behind.

Back home, there was always sound, activity. During your water breaks or after training, you would see the others training too. It felt like you were all in it together. Even with the knowledge that you could barely compare to the skill the boys had with their respective powers, you reminded yourself that they wanted you on the team.

Well, most of them did.

But you would keep working and improving. You would get there.

Jimin finally returned to training again too, after a few days where he hardly left V’s side. Seeing his boyfriend so hurt had certainly brought out Jimin’s protective side, even more than normal. It was honestly quite endearing – that was until you had passed Jimin in the training room, hurling his weights through the air with such ferocity you were surprised it didn’t dent the walls.

Hurrying past, you had decided to leave him to it. After so long being strong for his boyfriend, he certainly needed that.

The pink glow of his eyes shouldn’t be such an intimidating sight, but you knew you didn’t want to get in the way of him.

With Jimin downstairs, you found V in the living room. He had been steadily recovering, quicker than someone without powers would have done, but still you knew he had been instructed to take it easy.

A quick shower later, you were less out of breath, but still weary from a day of hard work.

Next time you returned, V was in the kitchen. You couldn’t see what he was doing, but you didn’t want him to be up for too long. Ignoring your desire to sink into the nearest chair, you walked over.

“Need help with anything?”

V didn’t look around at you, but shook his head as he reached up to a cupboard.

Not wanting to push, you slid into a chair at the counter. You were unable to resist resting your head on one hand, but you fought to keep your eyes open so you could check on V.

Somewhere along the way, you failed at your intention. A new set of footsteps entering the space disturbed you as you had been dozing lightly, but the moment you caught yourself, your eyes were flying open.

With your tired state, you couldn’t even bring yourself to shoot a glare at Jungkook, who was walking up to the counter. You only gathered the energy to avoid his eyes entirely.

Jungkook appeared to have the same idea, walking past without acknowledging you. But as he drew level with V, the older boy turned away and crossed to the counter where you sat.

Lifting your head from your hand, you blinked as V walked right up to you. The next moment, he was pushing a steaming mug of tea right under your nose.

Opening your mouth, your tired brain couldn’t formulate words, but conjured a similar image from when you had made him tea the first time you spoke. You still regretted accidentally setting him off then, unintentionally letting your powers go.

Perhaps you were forgiven?

“Thank you,” you spoke quietly, meeting V’s eyes. You couldn’t decipher his expression, but he was watching you, and smiled lightly when you replied.

As he turned and walked back over to the sofa, your eyes landed on Jungkook, who still stood across from you. For a long moment, he held your gaze with a poker face. Then his eyes fell to the mug cradled between your hands, a frown darting across his expression.

Swallowing, you waited for whatever venomous comment he had prepared for you, to warn you away from V. Even after you had helped treat V’s wound, Jungkook had been opposed to you being near his injured brother.

He turned away without a word.

A crash echoed through the empty rooms.

Staring as the sparks jittered across the surface of the battered target, you dropped your arms to your sides. The training area was deserted aside from you, and you waited until you could no longer hear the crash faintly ricocheting from the walls.

Eyes still trained on the target, you panted, chest heaving.

Though you were training alone today, you could practically hear Jungkook telling you not to give in. Who knew all those insults would become motivational?

Whether it was motivation or the fear of falling behind, it succeeded.

Exhausted as you were from your training, you decided to make the most of your unsupervised session and try one more thing. Locking your trembling arm straight ahead, you took a breath and let your powers fill you up until that familiar blue burst from your palms.

But instead of aiming short bursts at the various different targets positioned around the space, you gritted your teeth and held it, lightning spilling in a continuous blue bolt towards the central target.

You had no idea how to do this, but it had always impressed you when Jungkook could lift things with his powers. All you had been taught to do was shoot. Still, you took a breath when you felt confident that your power was flowing strongly, focussing on the metal disc.

The way the sparks ensnared the target gave you assurance as you slowly raised your arm.

You felt a resistance you had never felt before as the electricity lifted, tugging at the target. It felt that you were connected to it somehow.

Tensing, you focussed intently, loading more power into the bolts already shooting through the air. Maintaining the motion of your arm, you gaped as you saw the circular metal raise along with the blue power dragging it.

You had done it! You were lifting it, it was moving-

Like a switch had been flipped, the flow of power cut off, the bright blue that dominated the space fading. The moment your powers retreated, you found yourself gasping, a wave of fatigue near enough sweeping you away.

Your knees hit the floor as the same time as the target. Wincing at the harsh metal clattering loudly on the floor, you screwed your eyes shut for a moment. Your chest continued to heave, and you noticed the sheen of sweat that had broken onto your forehead.

But once your breathing steadied again, you laughed.

The next moment, you let out a loud whoop, flopping flat onto the floor.

You had managed something new! Laughter continued to shake you as you caught your breath on the floor. Jungkook didn’t have to teach you everything – it seemed you could manage to strive forwards by yourself, even if you weren’t good enough in his eyes.

It took you a while to get up. Not even the thought of Jungkook’s nagging could have motivated you to do another iota of training.

About all you could manage was to drag yourself upstairs for food, but the smile never left your face.

Lunch was a simple sandwich. Already thinking forward to your session in the gym this afternoon, you couldn’t be bothered to make anything more demanding.

You still made two plates, however, leaving the other out for whenever V was hungry. Today the others had gone out, but with him still healing, he couldn’t go with them like normal.

You had heard Jin scolding him to make him stay, though; it seemed he felt well enough already to want to go out again.

This time, you didn’t particularly mind their absence. There was no sense of secrecy, no need to for you to turn on the news while you wondered what they were up to. As the soon-to-be newest addition to the team, you had been present to hear all the details.

Of course, given the way things went last time they returned from a job, there was an undeniable edge of nerves.

But it was an easy mission. That was what they had said, and what you kept reminding yourself.

They were concerned that Bolt had been showing interest in a lab on the western edge of the city, and wanted to protect it. Yoongi and Hope had been watching it for a while Jin and Namjoon did some digging around Bolt, and whatever his intentions may be. The latter seemed to have found frustratingly little, but didn’t let the mystery of Bolt stop them from acting.

The whole group was focussed on keeping the lab safe. Since the developer was one of their allies, they had all the details they needed to be one step ahead if Bolt should attack, which they highly expected.

Although you had kept your mouth shut at the meeting, not wanting to cause problems by irritating Jungkook when the team needed him, you had enjoyed the experience. For once, you didn’t feel particularly out of your depth. Having been Kuyang’s secretary for a while, you were well used to looking at plans such as the one of this lab, which you had pretty much memorised. The fighting and the powers, you were still working on. But at least you could understand the logistical side of their job.

After lunch, you lounged in the empty living space for perhaps a little too long. But with no one around to judge you, you let your tired limbs rest for a bit.

When you eventually made it off the sofa, you passed V in the hall. You noticed the small black receiver clutched in his hand; the boys had decided that keeping him in the loop while they were out on the mission would ease his nerves a bit.

“Any news?” you asked him, nodding at it.

V turned his dark eyes on you, then glanced at the receiver before he sighed.

He shook his head.

You had to admit you shared his disappointment, but you forced a smile to your face nonetheless.

“Well, no news is good news, right?”

Your smile seemed to be for nothing, as his eyes never lifted high enough to look at your face. Instead he gave a noncommittal shrug.

“I, uh, made you a sandwich,” you told him, “make sure to eat, and don’t worry too much, yeah?”

Walking down to the training rooms again, you felt the sadly familiar desire to do more creeping in. You never would have thought that after gaining the ability to shoot lightning, you could ever feel so powerless.

Nothing would happen to them.

You had seen their plan, it was so detailed.

There was no way Bolt would be able to outsmart them.

As you started training, these thoughts revolved around your mind in time with your steps on the treadmill. By the time you were using the machines, gritting your teeth as you pushed the weights with all your might, you weren’t sure if your mantras were helping.

They would come back…

Reaching the peak of a sit-up, you let out a groan.

There were six of them out there, Bolt was outnumbered…

Were you certain? Or were you repeating these thoughts just to convince yourself?

Finishing your set, you slumped back to the floor and stared up at the plain ceiling. This space was tucked in the corner of the gym, and you felt sheltered by the machines that blocked you from view, even though you were alone.

Breathing deeply, you brought a hand up to massage your brow. As you tried to ease the pressure, you closed your eyes.

In the darkness behind your eyelids, a light seemed to bloom. Blue, all too familiar, dancing over a face you had seen just once in the flesh but would never forget. A bright flash had your eyes flying open again, heart hammering as it expected the drop from who knows how many floors up-

Your heavy breathing fell alone in the silence.

Swallowing back the memories of Bolt, you tried to push back the fear that was curling tighter around your stomach at the thought of your friends out there with him.

You had just pushed yourself gently to sit when a sharp clang sounded, along with a muffled yell, making your head whip around to its source.

One positive thing was that you didn’t have to worry about the boys being out any more. But there were new concerns on your mind as you saw Jungkook storming into the gym. A muscle in his jaw popped as he ripped his jacket off forcefully, casting it to the floor as he stalked to one of the machines.

You watched him with wide eyes, stunned by his entrance. He hadn’t seen you yet.

His whole body seemed fraught with tension as he stood, back facing you, eyeing a machine. Fists clenched at his side, his shoulders rose and fell with his heavy breathing.

Just when you thought he was going to stand still all day, he aimed a harsh kick at the base of the machine, another clang ringing through the space.

That startled you into action, springing to your feet. While you walked between machines back to the centre of the room, he had grasped the bars and started pushing them, grunting as the weights lifted and fell, clashing against the others.

Stopping a few paces away, you stayed silent for a moment. The frustration emanating from him, the intimidating muscles revealed by his vest, all made you wary of him.

Pulling yourself together, you took a breath. Why should you let him scare you?

“Jungkook.”

He froze. His arms were together in front of him, the machine’s weights hovering as he held them there.

With a huff of air, he dropped his head between his shoulders. Slowly, he turned his head towards you slightly.

“What happened?” you asked, refusing to be deterred by his challenging sideye, “is everyone okay?”

Biting at the inside of his cheek, he turned his glare away from you, aiming it instead at the floor. When he spoke, his voice was low and deadly, restrained as if he would burst if he didn’t control his tone.

“We fucking lost half the place.”

“But everyone’s back? Then it’s okay-”

Metal clanging loudly together made you jolt, unable to help yourself from taking a step back when Jungkook let the weights drop and strode across the space between you.

“We should have had the upper hand! We did everything we planned, but Bolt still…” his nostrils flared as he took a breath, “we had to blow half of it up, just so he wouldn’t get to it.”

Sighing heavily, he turned away from you, shoving a hand through his hair.

Frowning slightly, you watched the frustrated man. Of course you were glad everyone was safe, but the fact they had lost the lab felt like a blow, even to you.

“How…?” you spoke quietly, but it only seemed to rile him up.

Whirling back to face you, his eyes blazed.

“He’s too strong. We let him get too far already. If you think you’re gonna help us at all out there, you’re wrong.” He stepped slowly towards you as he spat his words, “we can’t do enough against him, you’ll only slow us down.”

He stopped, glaring down at you now you were practically nose to nose. Your own anger bubbled within you – why did he bring you into this? His lashing out at you was uncalled for.

“I’m joining you guys because Namjoon wants my help,” you shot back, “or do you not trust him? I’ll be ready, you don’t have to worry about that.”

Jungkook’s jaw clenched, eyes narrowing, poisonous stare intensifying, but you refused to back away. Scowling, his mouth opened to retort-

“Hey! Y/N?”

Jungkook’s mouth snapped closed, the same moment you turned your back on him to find Jin and Yoongi standing in the doorway.

Stepping into the gym, Jin looked past you to Jungkook, fixing him with a stare.

“Time to back off, Kook.”

At first, you were pleased to have someone else see how irrational Jungkook was acting towards you. But then Jin turned to you.

“I think you ought to go upstairs.”

Giving you a tight smile, Jin moved past you towards Jungkook, leaving you stunned.

“Just let him cool off.”

Slightly jumpy, you looked around to find Yoongi right beside you. Raising an eyebrow, he waited for you to come away.

Sighing, but biting your tongue, you set off. Yoongi fell into step beside you as you left. With one last look back, you saw Jin leaning against the machine where Jungkook had now resumed his rage workout, talking too low for you to hear.

As you emerged into the main training space, Hope was just coming from the stairs. His pace was rapid, but slowed when he saw you, seeming to deflate.

“Everything alright?” he jogged up to you and took a place on your other side.

“I just don’t get what his problem is,” you confessed, irritation bleeding into your words. “He turns everything on me somehow.”

The boys either side of you shared a glance.

“He’s just frustrated, but he’ll come around. This thing with Bolt is a bit more serious than we anticipated,” Yoongi explained.

Taking a moment to process his words, you swallowed back the continuing anger you felt towards Jungkook. You knew why he was upset, it just didn’t make it any easier to take.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” you cursed, shaking your head, “is everyone okay? I wasn’t even thinking about all that after Jungkook…”

“Yeah,” Hoseok nodded, but his eyes didn’t meet yours. “We’ll figure it out. Just because today didn’t go so well, doesn’t mean we can’t win next time.”

“But how was your training?” Yoongi moved on, “I’m surprised you made it to the gym without Hobi to bully you-”

“Hey!” Hobi exclaimed, “Y/N’s a great student. She’s working hard. You’ll be able to join us soon at this rate.”

He directed this last at you, nudging you with his elbow. But his bright smile no longer struck the same confidence in you. Instead, you felt Jungkook’s words take root inside you.

“I just hope I can be useful…” you muttered.

“You have nothing to worry about.”

It may well have been the first time Hoseok didn’t manage to alleviate you worries, even slightly. When you got upstairs, it was to find Namjoon had disappeared to his office already, Jimin clearly faking a smile for V and near silence as Jin and Jungkook remained downstairs.

Even Hobi, trying to bring your mind away from Jungkook, had a downtrodden slope to his shoulders.

That night, you did nothing but contribute to the despondent quiet in the house.

These men had so much more experience than you did, and yet they were unable to save the lab from Bolt’s clutches. How were you going to help them?

But you knew one thing for sure: you had to.

It was with renewed determination that you headed down to train the next morning.

You arrived a little before Jungkook, depositing a towel and water bottle by the wall as he entered behind you.

“Still here?” he asked dryly, crossing the space to lean against the wall.

Straightening up, you rolled your eyes.

“What does it look like?”

“Looks like you’re naïve enough to think you’re going to be any help.”

Gritting your teeth at his retort, you restrained yourself from insulting him in return.

“Let’s just start training, shall we?” you bit out.

Clearly some of your attitude had bled through, however, because Jungkook pushed off the wall and marched towards you. His dark eyebrows drew together.

“What for?” he spat, “you can barely handle the training room, what makes you think you’ll be any good out there-”

“That’s what training is for,” you countered, unable to help your voice rising.

“I have more important things to focus on than YOU!” his voice raised in return, “you’ll never be ready.”

And with that, he shook his head, starting to walk away from you. For a second, you could only gape in outrage at his back as he stormed away. But he only made it a few paces before you recovered yourself, stepping forwards.

“I am ready!”

Your hands balled at your sides as he froze in place. You remembered the power that ran through them, your success in training yesterday. Jungkook was done underestimating you.

He spun to face you.

“Prove it.”

Not a second after his words, a slice of gold cut through the air, straight towards you.

Ducking out of the way, you whirled around again to find Jungkook advancing towards you, lopsided smirk on his face and gold light whirling in his irises. This time, you reacted when he raised an arm, blue racing to meet his gold in the air and colliding in a shower of sparks.

Feeling the thrum of electricity in your veins, you felt stronger. You stepped forwards, meeting his eyes in challenge. He thought you were too weak? That you would give up?

Jungkook threw his arm to the side, severing the beam of light that connected you, but instantly fired another bolt which you leapt aside from. The next moment, you recoiled, intercepted by a second streak of lightning cutting through your path.

You were driven back into the path of one more blast as it shot through the air, forcing you to fling yourself to the ground as sparks ripped overhead.

“Please,” Jungkook let out a scoff, “I could beat you with my hands behind my back.”

You had already jumped to your feet, lifting your palms.

“I’d like to see you try.”

Blue erupted towards him then, his own trick used against him as two beams of light penned him in, one either side.

Quirking an eyebrow, Jungkook aimed his palm to the ground, to your surprise. The next moment saw him pushing off the ground, boosted by a jet of gold as he vaulted over your attack. Reacting quickly, you shot towards him again as he was still a blur in the air.

Gold blazed to meet it, an explosion of embers as they collided. You felt Jungkook throw the attack off, sending you stumbling as your lightning collided with a resounding clash against a pile of metal targets that were stacked by the wall.

To your satisfaction, though, the clearing sparks revealed the man staggering up from the floor. It seemed you weren’t so incapable as he thought.

“Still think I’m not ready?” you called, laughter lining your voice.

Jungkook said nothing, drawing himself to his full height and looking around.

Gold light streaked towards the side of the room then, sending a shape flying towards you.

You ducked, the target clanging against the wall behind you. But more were already coming your way, Jungkook rapidly firing more gold through the air.

Undeterred, you didn’t hesitate to fire back, knocking the targets from the air with well-aimed blows of your own. The room filled with flashes of light, blue against gold, fuelled by the two of you throwing everything you had.

But your powers began to slip, reluctant to work so quickly. You could feel yourself tiring, and it was a matter of seconds before you missed, too sluggish to catch one target that shot your way.

It caught your arm, hard, pulling you off balance. You stumbled, one knee hitting the floor as you steadied yourself. Instinctively, the other arm covered your head, waiting for more blows.

But nothing came.

Panting hard, you looked around.

Jungkook stood tall opposite you, the epitome of power as strength filled his form and flowed from his fingertips. His eyes shone with an identical light. Two more targets were suspended in the air by sustained gold beams. He kept them hovering there. Taunting you.

“Like I said,” he growled, “not ready. And if I can do this, it means Bolt can.”

Face burning in humiliation, you pushed yourself to stand.

“What are you so scared of?” you spat, “if you’re so powerful, how come you’re afraid of one man?”

“Don’t you dare-” he began, but you cut him off.

“No!” you yelled over him, “you’re the weak one! You just can’t admit you need me out there because you’re scared of a little lightning.”

In the blink of an eye, the targets dropped from the air, clashing deafeningly against the ground as Jungkook chose to charge at you himself. His teeth were bared as he ran forwards, grabbing you and sending the both of you to the floor.

Jungkook was strong, to say the least. You couldn’t escape his weight that pinned you down, no matter if you thrashed.

His face was so close to you, breathing almost as heavily as you. As you met his blazing eyes, you saw the gold glow fading, darkness taking over.

Gritting your teeth, you pushed back at him, letting your power flow from your hands. Using powers had seemingly slipped his mind; he didn’t see your attack coming, and you successfully sent him reeling, your blow of lightning throwing him off you.

But he found his feet at the same time you did, and scrambled towards you again.

A fist flew towards you, and you countered it with a blast of blue.

Instead of retaliating again, he stumbled back. A smirk crept over your face. Something had got to him; you had riled him up.

“Something wrong?” you asked innocently.

Big mistake.

Maybe Jungkook hadn’t been thrown. Maybe he had just been recharging.

Because now he was advancing again, and his fists were surrounded by gold sparks, that same gold glowering from his eyes once more. You could only match his power for so long. You weren’t as fast as him, and every blow you deflected only made way for another to follow the next instant.

Stumbling backwards, away from him, the back of your leg collided with a bench, and you fell back, heart hammering in panic.

You never met the ground. A fist found your shirt and you were being slammed against the wall instead.

Feet flailing, you called on the last embers of your powers to push back, but Jungkook captured your hand with his free one. He pinned it against the wall, where your sparks danced together in an impossible wrestle.

Meanwhile, his other hand which forced you against the wall didn’t let up, digging more harshly into your throat as you faltered.

Gasping and struggling fruitlessly against him, you stared into the molten gold of his eyes as he pressed his face closer to you.

“You know nothing,” he hissed, “you’ll never be ready-”

“JUNGKOOK!”

A cacophony of voices suddenly swelled, joined by hurried footsteps.

The pressure on your throat was gone then, and you met the ground at last. But your feet couldn’t hold you up, and you crashed to the ground choking on the air that was finally forcing its way to your lungs.

Blinking, you looked up. The first thing you saw was pink, Jimin coming into focus beside you. Concern filled his eyes as your gasping continued, a hand falling onto your shoulder.

But you avoided his eyes in favour of finding what had become of Jungkook.

A few paces away, more of the boys were huddled, still jostling as Jungkook tried to escape. Hoseok was behind him, unrelenting grip on the younger’s arms stopping him from going anywhere. Even though you both knew Hope was the strongest of you all, that wasn’t stopping Jungkook from trying. Gold still bounced off the walls, blinding flashes shooting between, but missing, the members who barely seemed phased by his outbursts.

You couldn’t get a good glimpse of your rival though. He was eclipsed by Jin, who was trying to steady him by the shoulders, speaking quickly and sternly to the incensed man.

On his other side, Yoongi had a hand on his chest, pushing him back and further away from you.

Just then, another set of footsteps, not frantic like the others, made you look around. And even though his gaze travelled first to Jungkook, you couldn’t help but feel your veins freeze with dread.

Namjoon looked furious.

He marched in, V scurrying at his heels. At the sight of his leader, Jungkook seemed to finally ease up a bit, the scuffle quietening down.

A silence seemed to settle over the room, Jungkook’s last struggles dying away as Namjoon cast his eyes around everyone. A faint red haze flitted across his eyes and the lights in the room flickered perilously.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

It was the only time you had felt something close to solidarity with Jungkook. When you looked at each other, you could tell he gulped just like you.

“I thought this was going well,” he shook his head slightly. Your heart sank.

Raising his eyes to meet Jungkook’s again, he took a couple of steps towards the younger while the room held its breath. The lights turned red for a split second, then dimmed again, retreating as if they were equally afraid of the imposing leader.

“I don’t know what you were thinking. You’re supposed to be helping her, and this is how you go about that? You could have killed her! Is this your way of showing you can be trusted?!”

Namjoon never quite raised his voice enough to yell. But still you winced at the anger laced into his tone, and the arm he threw out towards you as he ranted.

Part of you stung anew after he said Jungkook could have killed you. You wanted to protest, hurt swelling within you at the insinuation that you were still too weak – but you pushed it down. The ghost of pain that lingered where Jungkook had struck you reminded you that he was right, as much as it shamed you to admit it, even to yourself.

Jungkook looked down, not able to keep eye contact with his enraged leader.

Sucking in his cheeks, Namjoon took a breath. But you certainly weren’t breathing. You could only hang on for whatever he said next, and the way he cast his eyes between the two of you didn’t instil much hope.

He fixed his eyes on you next.

“I told you I expected you to be able to trust us, including Jungkook. It’s clear you haven’t been able to do that yet. I’m sorry.”

Though he didn’t speak with as much fury, his sadness almost made you feel worse. You wished he would yell at you, give you something to push back against as Jungkook did.

But all you were left with was a punch to the gut more painful than anything the tempestuous younger boy could deliver.

His next words only made it worse.

“I’m keeping you back here until I’m sure you’re ready. I wanted you active as soon as possible, but not like this.”

Although his stern gaze lingered for a moment longer, you barely reacted. His words didn’t feel real. You could only stare blankly at him while the shock reeled through you.

When he turned away, you caught Jungkook’s eye. The satisfied glint you found there made your hands ball into fists.

“Jungkook,” Namjoon sighed now, pinching his nose, “same goes for you.”

At first, you weren’t sure you had heard him right.

Apparently, you weren’t the only one. Jungkook’s eyes widened in horror, straining against Hobi for another brief moment.

“What-?”

“I can’t have you acting like this while your head needs to be in the game, now more than ever. You’ll be staying behind until you show me you can be trusted with each other.”

Unlike with you, Namjoon fixed his dongsaeng with a hard stare, challenging him in some unspoken conversation until he seemed satisfied.

Turning to leave, Namjoon’s gaze fell on you again. His eyes softened, travelled to Jimin.

“Take her upstairs.”

With that, he stalked from the room. Light bled into the room again, but no one moved until he disappeared from the doorway, almost certainly returning to his office.

V stayed behind this time, and now moved towards you. Jimin’s hand on your arm shifted so he could help tug you up to stand. Though you may have stumbled a little, you were sure you could walk fine.

Still, you were grateful for Jimin’s hovering grip on your arm and V’s presence on your other side as they led you to the door.

Reaching the edge of the room, you glanced back at Jungkook. Your aim was to send the most venomous look you could, and it seemed his was the same. Still penned in by the others, who were corralling him away to the corner, he shot you a glare as he shrugged off Hope’s grip in an aggravated movement.

His scowl left your sight as you left the training room, but it stayed imprinted on your memory.

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evilrat-sabre · 1 day

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Hermit a day May - Day 12 - Friend of Hermits!

For today's day, I couldn't decide who to draw and ended going all in!

I drew my favorite streamers and Zloy!

@askzloyxp and @lyraeon are from the Hermit Recap crew and I honestly love their content so much!

I watch Lyarrah's streams almost every night, it's a big part of my routine and it has been helping me to cope with a very rough part of my life, that I am currently passing through. (Lyarrah is such a nice person, I can't stress enough how grateful I am from making part of her community)

Zloy's videos are honestly a piece of art and deserves way more recognition than he currently receives! Every time I click a Zloy's video, old and new, I laugh so much that it hurts, the guy has the best type of sense of humor(That humor that is like a train wreck. You can't stop looking). Also as a not English native speaker myself who has a strong accent(I am Brazilian, Zloy is Russian), watching Zloy really makes me feel good about myself, I feel less like a out in this community that I love so much (Hermitcraft and now even Truly Bedrock as I started branching out these last months) I feel more right with myself, and I can say with 100% certainty that watching Zloy when I was freshly new to this community and still learning the ins and outs of this language was really important for me to find motivation to keep going.

@camronjk is Zombie Cleo's partner and also a streamer themselve! Their streams are so fun, and I always get out of them knowing more than when I entered, I love the way they mod their chat and they have build a safe space that is honestly impressive. As someone who works with mídia, I have learned so much just from hearing Camron talk, things that I am referring in a college paper now, I must say. So yeah go watch Cam, this is a threat /j

Anyway I wasn't sure what to draw them doing, so I drew them playing cards because I love poker <3

#hermitaday #Zloyxp #Zloyxp fanart #Lyarrah #Lyarrah fanart #Camronjk #Camronjk fanart #Also I want to mention that becoming a fan of Cam alone is the reason why I am pushing myself to learn how to draw furries #yall are welcome #Also sorry for the long Zloy apreciation post with sprinkles of Ly and Cam /j #I have no regrets <3

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crimsonhydrangeavn · 2 days

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Hello :)

How would the cast react to a costumer being rude to the mc (personally I'm a doormat… so my reaction to rudeness is just laughing it off 💀)

Hello there! As a recovering doormat myself, I can totally understand not knowing how to confront people when they're being rude and just awful for no reason. Fortunately, the cast will happily fight your battles for you.

Garret wouldn't find it amusing in the slightest. If they saw someone being rude towards you, he would immediately interrupt the conversation. He'd put on his most charming smile and deescalte the situation with the customer and politely get them to leave. However once they left the bookstore, you'd never see that customer again. Garret would personally make sure of it.

Marcelo would immediately bristle at the sight of someone being rude towards you. He'd step in between you two and make sure you were behind him before intimidating the shit out of the customer and scaring them out of the store. Marcelo might be a sweet puppy dog most of the time, but he has no problem turning into a frightening attack dog if needed.

Camilla would immediately pull out her phone, hit record, and call out the customer for their rudeness. She'd make sure that their face was visible and if the threat of being posted online wasn't enough to detour them and get them to leave, she'd actually follow through with it. She'd post the video online and basically sick her all of her followers onto that person, completely ruining their reputation and forcing them off of the island. She would happily use her online army to protect you, especially if you weren't good at defending yourself.

Rita would step in the moment the customer started becoming rude. She'd pull the "owner" card and take care of it from there. That being said, she wouldn't bend to their wishes and would absolutely defend and back you up on whatever was going on. She'd also force the customer to apologize to you before actually addressing the root of the issue. Once the matter was settled, she'd check in on you and make you promise to let her know if that customer ever bothered you again.

Teagan would wait a little bit until you were on the verge of tears before stepping in and immediately taking things to the next level. They'd call the customer out for their rudeness and start picking apart their appearance and horrible personality. If there's one thing that Teagan excelled at, it was arguing with others. No matter what, Teagan would always make sure that they won. If it came down to blows, they would make sure the other hit them first before stepping in and completely unloading all of their anger into the customer. So much so that you would have to call the cops to stop the fight. Teagan would always get off with a slap on the wrist because technically they would always act in self defense. Of course, afterwards they'd insist that you took the rest of the day off and took care of their wounds. After all, if it wasn't for you they wouldn't have gotten in this fight in the first place...

#yandere #original character #yandere visual novel #yandere vn #male yandere #ask #crimson hydrangea #yanderes #visual novel #crimson hydrangea vn #garret belmont #rita miller #marcelo aguilar #teagan conners #camilla bello

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fleetingcalypso · 1 day

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Even children can act as Kings, even Kings can act as children.

≋ There is a certain joy in acting childish with one's lover at times. Far too often with time we become accustomed to a routine and abandon that carefreeness. Play harmless pranks on your beloveds, it is worthy if only to hear their laugh, see their smile lines and their eye crinkle.≋

≋ Cardan Greenbriar x Jude Duarte ≋

≋ Word count: 1350 words.

≋ CW: Mentions of alcohol. This is set sometime after Queen of Nothing, nowhere specific in the timeline, just a dip into Cardan and Jude's married life.

“Quit your squirming and drink this.” Jude’s ever present frown is noticeable even just by the tone of her voice, “I’d rather not have to pry your lips open, pour tea down your throat and risk staining these pristine sheets.” She was met just with an amused hum, coming from the bump currently occupying the High King’s bed, unruly raven strands of hair stand out against the blankets. “Your aim is far too perfect to ever miss my lips, sweetest joy I’ve ever known.” His muffled voice fails to hide the saccharine honey dripping from his words, in fact it did nothing to dissuade her from the matter at hand: make Cardan drink a hot tea to facilitate his return to sobriety.

Brown eyes roll in annoyance and her free hand itches to throw the covers off his body, pin him to the bed and make him listen to her, but knowing him he’d find no lesson nor punishment from it, only pleasure. “You’ll find that flattery rarely ever is a way to change my mind, Cardan. I won’t repeat myself, sit up and drink.” Oh, how he loves that sliver of a threat in her voice. Reluctantly his form emerges from his burrow, with sluggish movements and a low groan that sounds anything but dignified. He’s sitting up at last, but the worst is yet to come: the herbal tea residing in the golden goblet Jude holds needs to be drank by his royal lips, and if he’s so kindly complied with sitting up, she can only imagine how much the High King is going to whine before he takes even the smallest of sips. To her surprise no whine comes, instead, as Cardan is greeted by a scowling face -of which he is too busy admiring pouty soft lips he knows taste like a golden sunset- Jude is greeted with rosy cheeks,a glazed gaze veiling a trickster’s twinkle and the smallest peek of pearly white teeth biting down on a bottom lip that is still damp with what is most likely faerie wine. For what feels like forever, but very well could have been only a second, the only movement in the room is midnight eyes running across all of Jude’s features, drinking her in like she was the sweetest of inebriants, resting at the very bottom of a bottle, swirling around in a hurricane of red at the slightest movement of his hand. “Every time I look at you, wife, you always look more beautiful than the last. And when I blink, and my eyes are shut, that’s when the magic happens, I can still spot you imprinted in the darkness. That’s never enough for my greedy heart, though, lucky for me when light comes back, you’re still there. You don’t disappear when the dark fades. You never do.” There are the words of a drunk, Jude needs to remind herself: a drunk who is very much in love with her, a drunk who married her and fought against all odds to forever keep her by his side, a drunk who is the High King of Elfhame and who rules on , but a drunk nonetheless. A foolish enamored fae who thinks he can get out of sobriety with the allure of a few sweet words. No one could be this adoring to another living being, she’s sure of it, he seems to wholly be the contradiction to each and every one of her assumptions about the world. The way his words don’t slur almost turns her into a helpless victim to his charm. Almost. “Drink, Cardan.” Not even a single droplet of tea accidentally rolls down the goblet when she taps the edge of it against his bottom lip. Another hum escapes him as his eyes narrow, maybe the scent of sweet herbs swirled together delights him, or maybe, just maybe it’s her being too flustered to say anything that makes his heart sing.

“This is what I awake for, each day of my lowly life,” he says, his voice swirling in the air like a glamour as his long, rings-clad fingers graze hers while wrapping around the cup, “To hear you say my name, just like that. You make it sound like a curse and a blessing, all at once.”

“Cardan,” she insists he stops talking and begins drinking. After another moment of admiring her, the corner of his lips curls upwards, he takes just a small sip, barely enough liquid makes it into the warmth of his mouth to be considered one. “Done.” His voice is a level of low she’s heard only a handful of times before.

The scoff that leaves her is almost comedic, he doesn’t miss a second before his voice from low becomes a purr from the back of his throat, “I’ve done it, my love. Shouldn’t I be rewarded?” Jude’s fingers softly tilt his head up, she should have seen this coming. “You’ll get your reward when you drink all of your tea, you sly, cunning thing.”

“You’re not lying to me, are you?” He breathes.

“You could always find out.”

“I don’t need to. I know you’re not lying,” The goblet slips out of his hand and hits the floor with a clunk after he chugs what is probably the sweetest herbal tea ever created. A rivulet descends down his chin and he does not bother to wipe it.

Her world and its views shift when Cardan pulls her onto the bed, next to him with a swift motion. “Reward me, now.” He murmurs, his hand cupping the back of her head, fingers threading through brown locks. He doesn’t have to wait much, she’s eager to give him his prize just as much as he’s eager to receive it.

Their lips meet in the middle first in a soft kiss, until it evolves and it becomes difficult to ascertain where Jude ends and where Cardan begins. His knee nestles itself between her thighs, her hands slide into his unbuttoned shirt, their breaths are entangled as one.

“I love watching you fight,” he sighs against her neck, “Even if it’s against me. Especially if it’s against me.” His fingers draw invisible, shapeless figures on her back, sending shivers down her spine, they’re still clothed but when he holds her like this she can’t help but feel naked, completely and utterly naked.

Their glistening lips meet one last time before Cardan’s hand slides down to intertwine his fingers with hers, “It was worth it.” One slightly confused look from his human goddess prompts him to elaborate, “Having to drink that horrendously sweet tea for the second time. It was worth it, if it got you to look at me the way you do.”

“Second time?” Jude sits up, her head tilts in an even deeper confusion, this time whirling with a blossom of confusion that quickly shifts into annoyance once it clicks.

His laugh echoes in the room, “Liliver all but forced it down my throat a couple hours ago as you threatened to do, just now. While her… quite intimidating ways have worked on me, I was curious to see how you’d convince me. As it turns out, not even my darling wife can unmask my facade when she’s busy worrying about me.”

Satisfaction tastes sweet, it tastes even sweeter when a soft pillow hits him a number of times, knowing he was able to trick his quick-witted Jude and that she is retaliating with the one thing she finds comfort in: violence, although a softer, more sensible version of it, is a feeling he’ll never grow tired of. To Jude’s dissatisfaction Cardan’s laugh only grows louder and more melodic.

It’s a bright, warm summer’s day in Elfhame. From Insmire, to Insmoor and Insweal no one has any idea that the High King and the High Queen are busy having a pillow fight in the privacy of their bedroom, not a soul would suspect that just for a moment their monarchs are playing like children, keeping secrets from the world like teens and living their love like grown ups.

#fleetingcalypso #calypsodaydreams #cardan greenbriar #jude duarte #jude x cardan #jurdan #the cruel prince #the folk of the air

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naamahdarling · 3 hours

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I made an appointment to go talk to the type of doctor I fear and hate the most (that's personal, the specialty isn't ACTUALLY any worse). Because I really need to be seen for some issues that suck.

My therapists have said that I/my body deserve care and that is the unassailable truth. I hate that way of putting it, though. I believe I deserve care, and I want to feel better. I want it a lot! It's just that the providers are the ones who need to hear that.

Anyway the person I spoke to had the proper response to being told I have CPTSD from multiple medical assaults, which was to go "Oh, no, oh my god, that's so awful!" in a sympathetic way, and then schedule me with someone who was good with that. I told her I needed "someone who would be totally accepting and comfortable working with a patient who had a traumatized past." I think she Got It.

So I guess we'll see. I'm optimistic it won't go too badly. I don't plan on letting anyone lay a finger on me, just talk to them and see if they trip my threat assessment. If they do, I'll ask for someone who can do better.

I shouldn't have to worry, I shouldn't have to advocate for myself as hard as I do, and I definitely should never have been treated as I have been, but I do, I do, and I was, and I'm going to try my best to make this work despite it.

Because I do deserve good care, and that includes good people, and nobody else is going to get it for me.

This at least is NOT a low income clinic and therefore there should be less turnover. Lack of continuity of care is the great unspoken bane of seeking better health when you are poor.

Wish me luck. Talking on the phone didn't make me angry or sick so that's fantastic.

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sophieinwonderland · 14 hours

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I think you should reconsider posting in anti-endo tags. I understand it when you write a response to one of their anti-endo posts tagged with e.g. "pro endo" (i.e. invading our spaces), but posting in anti-endo tags otherwise is just childish (yes, anti-endos that invade tags are also childish). Be the bigger person. I suggest instead making more posts in pro-endo tags to bury the anti-endo posts or responding to more invading posts so innocent anti-endos know why you are posting in their tags.

I've been considering and reconsidering going nuclear for months while I watched anti-endos increasingly invading inclusive tags. Aspen and her TikTokers were the straw that broke the camel's back, but it was the anti-endo vent blog and similar that started regularly posting in plural tags that made me consider just going all out and making this a regular thing.

At this point, I no longer see any tactical advantage in avoiding those tags.

My old tactics were never about protecting "innocent anti-endos." They were about leverage that could be used to protect innocent pro-endos. If I avoided posting in anti-endo tags except for when they breached our spaces, I hoped the threat of me posting in theirs would keep them at bay. And for a while, I think it worked.

But that's over now and I don't see things returning to how they were any time soon.

With that in mind, if pro-endos are going to be exposed to hate daily in our spaces, then it's only fair to make sure anti-endos are exposed to ME.

In the end, limiting myself to not posting in anti-endo tags was always handicap that allowed anti-endo's to hide away in an echo chamber. This was a handicap I took gladly to maintain the peace, but no longer feel is beneficial now that this peace has collapsed.

And for the record, this IS me being the bigger person.

I may be going into their tags, but I'm not fakeclaiming them.

I'm not making cringe blogs to makes fun of their positivity posts.

I'm not repurposing rightwing queer phobic rhetoric to accuse them of grooming of children.

I'm not wishing them death on them.

Turns out, it's not hard to be the bigger person when the other side are twisted scumbags who are calling for your death.

But if they're changing the rules for how this game is played, it's only fair that I play by the rules they set.

Besides that, anti-endos in those tags know about the vast amounts of crosstagging and these very public hate posts, and the vast majority choose to say and do nothing about it. As far as I'm concerned, they're all complicit in the above hate posts we've been getting in our community.

So this is where we're at. Mutually assured destruction. If our community is going to burn then so will theirs!

#syscourse #pro endogenic #pro endo #anti endogenic #anti endo #sysblr #multiplicity #actually plural #actually a system #death threats #hate groups #hate group

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baddieladdie · 21 hours

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♡ Companion Shorts ♡

Fallout companions react to depressed vault dweller

Rating: Teen

Part 1 of 2 Charon ➼ Arcade Gannon ➼ Hancock ➼ Nick Valentine ➼ Deacon

Charon [FO3]

"What are you doing?" Charon grumbled from behind you, annoyed at the sudden stop in broad daylight. The view was nice from this vantage point, but it also meant they were in clear view of any hidden antagonists.

The burden of your loneliness beckons you to the ground. You fall to your knees, though the weight off your legs does nothing for heaviness in your spirit.

Why? You didn't know why.

Perhaps you had been too optimistic. Believed so wrongly that you could bring change to the wasteland. Or at least bring some minor degree of improvement. It was futile, all along. The wasteland was ever hungry, taking everything it was given and reducing it to rubbish. Even with the few good deeds done, the Talon company just kept sending mercenaries to kill you for the very slight of fighting the good fight. No good deed goes unpunished, right?

You look down the chasm below, half-hearted imagining your mutilated body on the rocks. Would even your death make a difference? Or would it just be one more life taken by the wastes?

"Hey," A familiar firm hand gripped your shoulder, "It's not safe here."

Tension swelled up in your sinuses as you shrugged his hand off. You clenched your hands together, digging your nails into the palm of your hand. The subtle pain was refreshing against the agony in your mind.

Charon was a victim even before the bombs fell; a constant reminder that humanity was corrupt well before apocalypse. Perhaps you really weren't so separated from the innate evil nature in the human spirit. You relied on Charon in nearly every fire fight. Taking advantage of his experience and strength through a contract you knew was akin to slavery. He obeyed every command, helped with every request. Never questioning you for a moment and always risking his life. You felt sickened on your reliance on that bloody contract. You should be finding a way to free him, and yet....where would that leave you? Dead? And what future what that be? Dead now or just dead later...

Charon grumbled as he sat beside you on the chasm's edge. He had seen ages pass, experienced more agony than he could ever be bothered to explain. For some employers, he'd leave them to their devices. But you? You are one of the few bastards crazy enough to help others selflessly in the wasteland. Even if wasteland was utterly indifferent to your efforts, it certainly be a darker place without the hope you brought others with each intentional good dead. Their very existence showed a brighter side of humanity that was a rarity in dark times.

"Tell me what troubles you," Charon's familiar gravelly voice was laced with an unfamiliar tone of... genuine concern?

"I just," You sigh heavily. "I don't know how much longer I can keep going on like this."

"I've wondered the same thing myself." Charon nodded with an empty stare.

You felt a pang of guilt at the possibility of bringing up painful memories for him.

Charon continued hesitantly. "I feel I must remind you; I am honor bound to keep you safe. From threats and, if necessary, from yourself"

"I don't want t-"

Before you can finish your thought, Charon scoops you up into his arms and walks you away from the ledge. "You need to be more careful," He complained. "You won't make a difference out here if you're dead."

He carries on walking through the awkward silence. "We passed a shelter not far from here. We could rest until you feel ready to continue again. We could uh, listen to that radio broadcast you like you so much."

"Maybe play game?" you tease.

"Don't push your luck, kid."

-Charon carries you to the shelter where he watches over you diligently until the worst of your depression episode passes-

Arcade [FNV]

You stare blankly at the ceiling above. Small particles of dust lazily hung in the air of the abandoned cabin you and Arcade took shelter in a few days ago. You really should leading the charge back out into the Mojave, but you simply couldn't find the energy to do so. Therefore, you simply rested.

Arcade knocked on the door and patiently waited for a response you couldn't be bothered to provide.

"Alright, guess I'm just going to let myself in then. I'll give you to the count of three," Arcade raised his voice from behind the wooden slat door. "You better be decent by then." you head him mumble.

Arcade cracked open the door, peering around to see your still body in the same position as when he gave you a mug of coffee hours before.

"In another one of our spells, are we?" His sarcasm brought you little comfort.

"Sorry. I just lose my heads sometimes," you sigh with a heavy heart.

"If by 'sometimes' you mean 'a lot of times', I agree. Please just....go easy on yourself, okay?"

You nodded, the vague emptiness you felt threatening to swallow you whole. Taking everything with it 'til you couldn't feel nothing at all.

"This is worse than before, isn't it?" Arcade pulled up a chair next to you. It creaked under his weight as he sat down. "Was it something I said?"

You shook your head. "No, nothing like that. I'm just....tired, Arcade. I'm fine, really." You gave a meager fake smile, hoping to appease the kindly doctor.

"Mmhm," Arcade paused for a beat. "Is that all?"

You could have sworn you were just tired, but now that you think about it, there were some troubles on your mind. Arcade waited patiently for you to open him to him about it. He did enjoy lengthy conversations more than most and always had his opinions ready.

"Ready to get back out there?"

"All right, let's not waste any time!" Arcade rested his doctor's bag on a shoulder, the enthusiasm in his voice giving away his excitement. "There are people out there to help, things to learn. Maybe not in that order, but let's get to it!"

Hancock [FO4]

Hancock chuckled, lounging on the couch next to you in the old state house. "I don't buy that shit for a minute." He shook his head, "No way, you can't fool me, sister/brother." He casually rested his hand on your thigh, immediately drawing your attention to him. "It hasn't been easy transition ya, has it?"

Your eyes began to water as Hancock looked you over with care. He nodded slowly with genuine understanding, "I didn't think so. No one should have to go through what you've been through." He gave your hand a little squeeze. "Ya always give me hope for brighter future. Cause I get to have you in my life." He smiled, "Cause the odds, it's practically impossible our paths would ever meet. I mean, you're pre-war, baby. The freshest smoothskin around and you wanna be a drugged out, dragged out ghoul?! That's how I know all that karma shit is bull, 'cause there is no way someone like you could ever end up with me."

You granted him a half-smile with the compliment. But the mayor didn't quite seem to grasp yet that you had burdens, very real and unconventionally heavy emotional baggage. Not that there was a trauma competition in nuclear wasteland, but you would have at least won a medal in most-fucked psyche. Your smooth nature stopped at skin level.

"It's been a Hell of road that brought us together, but aren't I glad I took up with you? 'Cause this person," Hancock paused, waiting patiently until you returned his gaze before continuing, " - the one I'm looking at right now. They're the one I love. I don't want to be without them ever again."

You wince slightly, his words a little too sweet. "You sure about this, Hancock? I mean, with everything I've been through...." You sigh heavily, your chest falling. "People are going to talk, Mayor" You give him a sly look, knowing how he enjoyed the occasional call to his title.

"Can't say I care much about what others think. Half the opinions out there aren't worth listening to anyway. The only opinion I care about, is yours." He grinned.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable. Are you sure?" "You kidding me? So long as I got you at my side, it doesn't matter the capacity. I'm with you all the way, rain or shine" "You're a damn fine man, Hancock. I'm lucky to have you at my back." "And God help any of 'em who get in our way."

Nick Valentine [FO4]

"In my line of work, you usually see folks at their worst. I can tell there's something troubling you. You want to talk about it?"

"Not particularly." You grumble. You swirled with antagonistic emotions, unable to tell where one pain started and the other ended. Guess that's just what happens after you go through one too many impossible tragedies. Losing the love of your life and child alone was unimaginable. Your years of service in the U.S. army gave you the 'gift' of surviving the nuclear attacks that transformed your home and country to a primitive wasteland. You've always tried to make the best decisions possible for your family. But if you hadn't signed up for Vault 101, would you have died peacefully alongside your love? Would that have been better? You stared into your hands, agonizing over the conversation you had with the Vault-tec sales rep.

"Not enough people out here are willing to try and do what's right. I consider myself awful lucky I fell in with one who is," Nick paused, the smoke from his cigarette seeping from the metal cracks in his feature. He glanced around the Boston shore, checking for any ne'er-do-wells. But the coast was clear, perhaps due to their combat efforts earlier that day. He cleared his throat, and continued with some insistence, "If there is something bothering you, I'd like to be the one to help lighten the load. I happen to know a thing or two about find yourself after losing the life you thought you had."

"Thanks, Nick," You snap out of momentarily. The Boston harbor air was foul. You couldn't escape the reality you were in, no matter how you tried. The smells, the sounds, the food - none of it was familiar. "I'll be fine. I just don't sleep well." That wasn't much of a lie. Whenever you try to sleep, the memory of your love screaming your name returned. Their blood painting the inside of their frozen coffin while you watched helpless from inside your own. When you eventually fell asleep, the unfamiliar sounds of gunfire, screams of terror from the wasteland, and shouts of mutants would wake you. It was all just too much.

"I think it's time we take a break from the case, friend."

"What?!" You jump up from the bench, "We can't stop now! Not with the progress we've made!"

Nick flinched in surprise, but quickly settled to a concerned frown. "You haven't been yourself lately. We-," Nick sighed, committing to genuine honesty as he often did. "Partner, I need you at your best to solve this case. Come on, let's go back to the agency. I'll review the case files and you get some rest."

You look away, anger and guilt fuming within you. "I don't feel much like resting, Nick. I want to finish this."

Nick let your words marinate in the pregnant silence. "Is that what you want? To 'finish' this?" He gripped a metal hand your shoulder and looked down into your eyes. "I understand, you must feel angry. You have every right to be. But hurting others won't bring them back."

You simply couldn't hold it in anymore. Tears of grief, rage, and pain streamed hotly down your face, pooling at the apex of your chin. Nick pulled you into a tight embrace, rubbing your back as you cried into his signature detective trench coat.

"I'm sorry, friend. Truly."

Deacon [FO4]

You take a long drag off your cigarette, savoring that ever-so-familiar lightheadedness. The weather was shit, as it always was in Boston. Cloudy, and damp. You wrapped your cloak a little tighter around yourself, but it didn't do you much good. The bitter cold you felt reached deeper than your bones and left you frozen to your core. Just an icy fraction of the vibrant person you were before. Before you lost everything you had fought for, everything that had mattered to you. It all was gone. And along with it, any reason to carry on.

You exhaled slowly, watching your frozen breath drift aimlessly away from your cracked lips. Deacon watched quietly from aside, nursing a chilled Nuka-cola. He cleared his throat awkwardly. Genuine words never did come easily to him. Deacon had always found it more comfortable to flirtatiously avoid the truth. Kept him safe from every getting hurt....and ever making close friends. Deacon, being a loner himself, recognized the loneliness you dwelled in.

"I know what I feels like to wear a mask. That kind of protection only ambiguity can give you. But really - are you feeling okay? Cause you can talk to me"

"Another one of your little lies?" You sigh, tapping the ash off the butt of your cigarette.

"No, not this time," Deacon kept an uncharacteristically straight face

You pause, stirred by the sincerity present in Deacon's voice. He loved the way lies could crack your usual composure. You watch his expression carefully, checking for any usual hint of his usual mischievous nature. But all that saw on his face was genuine concern for a companion he cared deeply about.

"Well, look who's acting out of character now," you tease. "Thanks, Deacon. I appreciate that. And I'll be fine. It just, uh...." you take in a deep breath. "It takes time, building up this new life. Making these new memories. Building these new relationships. Just sometimes, I uh, miss my old life. My old friends. Sometimes I see something, and I just know my spouse would have loved to see it."

"I know. But we'll stop the Insititute. For them."

"Right," You nod, filled with determination. "For them."

To.Be.Continued...

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I would like to say that 'performative' posting about Palestine doesn't exist. These celebs/influencers at most gain brownie points with fans, but the way even posting about Palestine makes them lose sponsorships and branddeals is crazy and even influences literal A-listers. They have more to lose than to gain, which I why I will always have respect for the ones that did post, even if I find them disingenuous, I just try to remind myself that they have no real personal gain in the matter.

EXACTLY, this was what I was trying to get at with kelly (guys, still don't support her. She's a pedo) like she was getting death threats, and im pretty sure she mentioned how she lost brand deals bc of it! I rlly don't think she had the wrong intentions, but if that's what any of u believe then. Idk. I'm too tired to convince u otherwise.

(Also nonnie im assuming this is abt that one kelly ask)

#kelly piquet #formula 1 #formula one #f1 #palestine #gaza genocide #gaza strip #free gaza #gaza #palestinian genocide #free palestine #nep's inbox🪐

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Flame of Autumn - Chapter 23

Part 24/26 | Ao3

Tilly

It was freezing in the human lands, and dirty snow crusted the ground. Tilly wasn’t one to imagine herself above anyone else, but she hated how dull everything looked beyond the wall. She couldn’t imagine how people lived in a world so devoid of color and joy. The wind bit at her through her leathers and cloak, and she held Eris’ hand in hers as they stood near the battle tent, waiting to depart for their own for one final night together before war. Eris was having a hard time taking his eyes off her–not only for the worry of his mate going into battle, but more perhaps for the leathers she was wearing that he’d commissioned for her. They hugged every curve, including the gentle slope of her stomach, now impossible to hide. He’d all but threatened the tanner and blacksmith within an inch of their lives to make her the most reliable, safe, and strong armor possible.

Now, his eyes roved over her, and she rolled hers, gently squeezing his hand as he laughed next to her.

“I can’t help it. I may have walked myself into a corner here.”

“I’ll walk you into a corner if you don’t focus, love.” She ground out amusedly.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” She smacked his chest as she laughed.

The plan had been decided on previously, and everyone was ready for their allotted roles. Eris and Tilly would be joining Jurian in the castle. Their only task would be to find and free Vassa and the women that had been trapped by Koeschi. Eris and Tilly had found rough sketches of the layout of Koeschi’s castle hidden in Beron’s paperwork. Clearly, he’d been making frequent trips to the human lands, and Eris and Tilly had a sneaking suspicion of where they might fight the stores of faebane-coated weapons.

They would need to be quick once they entered the castle, so they’d both made sure to memorize the sketches of the layout, providing an additional copy to Jurian, who was so out of his mind with worry for Vassa that they weren’t sure if it had even made a difference. Technically, the women wouldn’t be freed from Koeschi’s spell until the box containing his soul was damaged and he was dead, so they had no idea the condition they’d be finding them in. Penny and Tamlin would be working with the Valkyries to find and destroy the box, killing Koeschi and setting all the women free. Tilly and Eris just needed to focus on doing their part, and hope everyone else was able to do theirs too. Once they freed the women, they would route back to the Autumn armies, where Tilly would be portalling them into the fray when and where they were least expected to form a surprise attack on Koeschi’s remaining forces.

This would be their final night together before the battle. Once they returned to their tent, they lovingly slipped the leathers off of each other, fingers brushing over skin and kisses pressing against each other. At last, they were warm on their bedroll beneath a mountain of blankets, heated by their bodies and their magic. Though both were confident in their abilities and the outcome, war was war, and they’d held each other close, Eris lightly tracing his elegant fingers over her belly. It was a moment suspended in time where every touch, every word, felt like a goodbye. They lay in the dark, arms and legs twined tightly.

“Even if I had the option to go back and change it, I hope you know I would do it all again exactly the same way to get to you,” Eris mumbled in the dark, barely above a whisper.

“Me too. Every single time.” Tilly let a few of her tears slip down her nose, spilling onto his arm curled beneath her head. “I love you, Eris.”

“And I love you, Matilda.” He shuffled down their bedroll, his fingers finding her hips in the flickering candlelight. He pressed his lips to the space right below her navel. “And I love you, littlest one. Keep your mother safe for me tomorrow, hm?” Tilly’s eyes flooded with tears and emotion, spilling over from both within her heart and from Eris down the bond. They would be brave tomorrow, and they would give everything for a new and better world.

They had something more than worth fighting for.

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Eris, Tilly, and Jurian had taken off with the Valkyries before the moon was even entirely across the sky, moving under cover of darkness to get closer to the castle for their surprise entry. They hoped Koeschi would be too distracted by the start of the battle to notice or even care about the intrusion, and Vassa had let them know months ago he’d likely be waiting on the top turret to watch the incoming armies and supervise. They’d planned to enter through a little-traveled back entrance, covered in overgrowth and vines that would bring them into the lower kitchens near the tunnels. Koeschi kept the women locked in rooms in a lower hallway–not quite a dungeon, but with barred doors and windows nonetheless. They hoped to find a key and avoid expending unnecessary magic, but Tilly would be able to use the portals if they needed to.

The castle was quiet on their approach as they split from the Valkyries. Beron’s notes had detailed that the castle was much like the House of Wind–no staff and fully serviced by magic, so at the very least they wouldn’t need to worry about being stumbled upon. Eris and Jurian took the front, careful to check around corners before proceeding, just in case. Tilly was rounding up the back, ensuring that they weren’t being trailed or attracting any unwanted attention. They could see through the windows that the sun had just begun to rise, the skies becoming pale and gray, and they could hear the sounds of war in the distance. They’d timed it perfectly.

As they turned down the last hall, Tilly took in the surroundings. The deep set stone walls were old, almost eroded down to a sandy dullness with time. The doors lined both sides of the halls, the low light spilling through the bars and into the dark hallway.

“Eris, Jurian, do you see any key hooks?” She whispered low. She hadn’t seen any on the way in, and it didn’t appear that there were any down the long, straight hall. She worried that they’d need to move quickly. She had her portals, but she didn’t like places with only one exit.

“Nothing at this end.”

“Here, either. Portals it is.” Jurian was going around and looking into the doors to find Vassa, whose head popped up all the way down at the end. Eris and Tilly averted their eyes to give Jurian and moment to reunite in privacy, then Tilly was marking which rooms were occupied. The women inside–some human, some fae, some other–all looked pale and exhausted, some more capable of standing than others, and all looking terrified.

“It’s okay, we’re here to help you. Are you chained within the rooms?” The woman in the room Tilly looked into shook her head.

“Only Vassa remains chained. The rest of us are just locked in.” Tilly nodded, passing the message back to Eris and Jurian and instructing Eris to see if the shackles on Vassa were something he could break.

“How many of you are there?” The woman shook her head, long blonde locks shifting back and forth as she stared at Tilly with wide eyes.

“At least twelve of us, I think. Some have…some didn’t make it.” Tilly’s heart clenched. “Are you truly here to save us? This isn’t a trick?” At that, Tilly’s heart cleaved in two.

“We’re here to save you. The armies of Prythian are outside to wage war against Koeschi once and for all.” The relief in the woman’s eyes was almost enough to knock Tilly over. “Are you human?” The woman nodded. “Okay, I am going to use magic to get to you. I need you to be brave, okay? Can you trust me?” Another nod, and Tilly was casting her portal through to the room, peeking through the circle of fire to see the woman without the bars. “Come, step through.”

Tilly thought she saw the woman muster her bravery one last time before walking up on dirty, bare feet to the portal and stepping through into the hall. Tilly grabbed her hands in her own.

“You did wonderfully. Now, can you help me with the others?” One by one, Tilly methodically went down the line and gently explained to each girl what was happening, then released them from their rooms while Eris fought to help Vassa break her chains, Jurian watching on worriedly. Once all the women were freed and in the hallway, looking around in apprehension and blossoming hope, Tilly turned back to Eris.

“Any luck?”

“No, they aren’t faebane shackles, but they’re holding tight. They don’t seem magical, just incredibly strong. Resistant to flame and we’ve had no luck picking them. Any ideas?”

Vassa spoke up. “Listen, every moment we spend here, we are risking everyone. Tilly, can you take the women to the place where they’ll be safe, then come back? We’ll work on solutions while you’re gone.” Tilly nodded, turning back to the women.

“We’ve got a safe place for you with other females who have been through something similar. We’re going to bring you there while we all help to track down your families. You have my word that you’ll be kept kindly and not against your will. You can leave at any time.” The group looked around amongst themselves, and everyone seemed to come to the agreement they could trust her.

She pressed a kiss to Eris’ cheek then opened a portal as large as a door for the women to step through, straight to the River House of Velaris. It had been agreed upon at the summit that there would need to be a place to keep these women who had suffered so much while they found their way home, to whatever that may be for them going forward. Rhysand and Feyre had offered the library of Velaris, where they were already providing a program for females who had suffered similar traumas to recover. Tilly would deliver the women to the River House, already having been given permission through the wards by Rhysand, and the women would stay with Rhysand and Feyre’s housekeepers and Lucien’s mate until everyone returned and could move them. They’d have a chance to eat and sleep and wash in the meantime; for some, it might be their first glimpse of freedom in years.

Tilly held the portal open as they filtered through, turning to wink at Eris before stepping through.

“Back soon, love.”

Eris

Eris had never dealt with chains quite like the ones holding Vassa to the wall. They were long enough that she could walk across the room easily, but the shackles on her wrists were huge, heavy and detailed. It was clear that Koeschi favored her, and Eris knew he wouldn’t be letting her go as easily as the others. That wrongness slid over him, his brain trying and failing to tell him that something was wrong.

“Aren’t you supposed to be a bird, Vassa?” She shot him a look.

“He hasn’t had me changing since I returned. He’s been preoccupied–it's been strange. Not at all like it was before. He used to get some sick joy from torturing the other women and I, coming at strange hours, demanding we eat with him. Or worse.” Her eyes were haunted and Eris could practically feel the rage pouring off Jurian. “Since I’ve been back, he’s been distant. Not unhappy, but distracted.”

That nagging feeling began to creep down the back of Eris’ neck.

Could Koeschi have known their plan? Why would he let them come here? If he’d known they would come, why wouldn’t he have had better guards at the castle?

Eris felt like the answer was right behind his eyes, floating just barely within his periphery, but the unease was turning to panic and his instincts screamed at him that they needed to get out, and quickly. Tilly came back through the portal carrying a wrought-iron fire poker, shutting the fiery gate behind her.

“No luck?” Everyone shook their heads with wide eyes aimed at the poker.

“I figured. Vassa, can you trust me?”

“Goodness, what a loaded question.”

“I’m going to break the shackles; it’s not the best solution, but I don't have a better plan.” Vassa sighed, Jurian looked like his heart might stop, but Eris was already telling Vassa to hold the chains out, reading Tilly’s intentions. She portalled inside the room, leaving it open for Eris and Jurian to step through, then looking to Vassa. “I’ll be as careful as I can.” Vassa nodded, holding her hands up against the stone wall so that the chains draped along it with Eris’ help. Before anyone could suggest otherwise, Tilly swung the poker with all her weight at the chains. They clunked painfully loud against the walls, the shock reverberating through the room. The chains had bent but not broken.

“Okay, again.” But they all drew up and stopped, a noise from just beyond the hall like the scuffing of feet. Eris and Tilly’s eyes shot to each other, and without further warning Tilly was swinging, again and again, hitting the chains as they bent and warped and finally broke. The footsteps had become swifter and were approaching fast.

“Come on!” Tilly conjured a portal to the woods, throwing it open and all but shoving Vassa and Jurian through.

Eris ducked through, standing back and holding a hand out to Tilly as the figure stepped around and into the hallway. He was dressed in all black, a velvet cloak draped down over his shoulder and back. There was a wrongness about him, a blurring around the edges that made him seem otherworldly and out of place. The rage on his face as he realized what was happening was all-encompassing, the fury sweeping through the room as his lips parted in a scream.

“Tilly!” Eris screamed, dragging her through the portal to the other side and yanking her hand back so it would shut behind them. The roar that echoed behind them through the portal shuttered as the portal clanked shut, and they could hear it from a distance now as it vibrated out from the castle, a great wave exploding up from the lake. They’d landed in the woods as intended with the spare armies of Autumn, waiting and ready for their command. They’d pointed Vassa and Jurian to the healing tent, then began to organize.

“You’re okay? Not too tired?” Eris was beginning to worry for Tilly and the amount of magic she’d been casting since they arrived, but to her credit, she didn’t look tired.

“I’m alright. Not too tired yet. Something feels wrong, though. Why wasn’t the castle guarded more thoroughly?”

“I had the same thought. But what could Koeschi be trying to accomplish by letting us in? He seemed furious to see we’d taken his prisoners.”

“Yes, well, he’s the sort of man who likes to be in control. No wonder he and Beron got on so well; they both need the most power–”

“Power. Shit, he wants more power. He knows about Penny.” Suddenly, the escape seemed to make more sense. He wasn’t protecting the castle, he was biding his time. He wanted Penny. “We’ve got to make sure they get that box before he gets to them.”

They turned to survey the army around them, as Eris reached into the pocket between worlds to grab her bow, wreathing himself in flames. She looked to the armies–their armies–as she cast her fire over it.

“At the ready!” He shouted to the males, taking one more look at Tilly. “Ready when you are, love.” She smiled, throwing the largest portal she could summon. “Forward!” As he and the foot soldiers went through the flames, he could see the human armies attempting to push the Valkyries back. “To the water!” As the remainder of the soldiers stepped through and began the push forward, Tilly dropped from the sky above them, wreathed in flame, the absolute picture of Autumn.

Pulling her bowstring back as he unsheathed his sword to the horror of the humans, Eris and Tilly smiled at each other and pushed forward.

Tilly

The fight had started hard and fast and hadn’t stopped or slowed since. Tilly was covered in blood and dirt and other substances that her pregnant stomach didn’t want to think too hard on. She and Eris were repeatedly separated in the melee, but she knew through the bond he was alive. Every bit of her focus had gone to fighting. Draw the bow, shoot. Remove the dagger, throw. Take out the sword, strike, parry, fight. She became singularly-focused, and she tried to fuel herself by imagining that this was what she could have done against Hybern. She couldn’t have saved her father, but here, she could save people.

Killian and Cormac had been somewhere in the converging armies of Autumn, and she’d met eyes with both of them at one point. There was so much red hair flying in a blur around her, it was impossible to tell anyone apart from the next. In a moment of breath, she spun to catch a glimpse of Eris, but she’d let her guard down just a second too long as a fae from Hybern winnowed in. She saw him in her periphery the second his sword shot out to break straight through her arm, but it was too late to parry. She felt the sharp sting and then shooting pain as she lunged back, effectively pulling it out as she swung madly and managed to strike straight across the fae’s shocked face. She didn’t even give him a moment to wipe the blood from his eyes or register what had happened before she swung again and cleaved his head from his shoulders, her breathing coming out in pants as she grabbed at her shoulder.

Tourniquet. I need a tourniquet.

She took the leather ribbon from her hair, quickly winding it around her arm and tying it off tightly with her teeth. She shot small bursts of her healing power out, trying to conserve it as much as she could while still staunching the flow of the bleeding.

A deafening roar sounded from behind her so loudly it shook the very sand at the edge of the lake. She knew without having to turn that the ground-shaking booms echoing behind her were the steps of her husband. When she tipped her head back to look up, his glittering amber eyes looked down from far above her, surrounded by the shimmering darkness of his scales. She grinned up at him.

“I’m alright. Let’s go.” She heard more than saw his deep breath in, as Eris released a stream of fire into the incoming enemy troops, scalding them all as she shot her fire behind, guarding his back and incinerating the approaching line. Autumn soldiers spread as instructed, pressing the enemy battalions in as Tilly and Eris reduced line after line of them to ash. There were massive flares of magic from all around them, one so bright and stunning that she knew a High Lord must have expended a huge amount of power. She couldn’t look–she could only focus on what was in front of her. She was growing tired, and she could feel through the bond that Eris was, too, but they were coming to the end. The last of the Autumn soldiers came in to force the remainder of the enemy forces towards them as Tilly forced the dregs of her fire out and then slumped back into Eris’ warm side. Around them, the battles were dying down; a shift had occurred.

Eris shifted back to his fae form, panting and holding Tilly up to him. They were still near the lake, the bodies around them that hadn’t been incinerated were piled high. Autumn hadn’t suffered nearly the losses of Hybern and the human armies, but she could see in the faces of the soldiers that everyone was on the verge of collapse. Autumn had given all they had, and for the first time in her life, Tilly felt proud to be a part of her own court.

The armies of Autumn converged around them, she and Eris gripping each other, the flames still surrounding them burning low. A soldier, one of their generals, came forward from the ranks, removing his helmet and setting it on the ground before them before plunging his sword into the ground and taking a knee.

“High Lord. High Lady.” Tilly didn’t have the energy to correct him, but the pride that swelled down the bond was surely not her own. One by one, the soldiers of Autumn took a knee, and “High Lord, High Lady” echoed back through the masses. Tilly could do nothing but lean against Eris, her mouth parted and her eyes beginning to water as she tried to stiffen her lip.

She felt Eris lean in and press his lips to her ear, his voice hoarse and low. “I would say you’ve earned it.”

And Tilly felt the power shift in her veins.

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