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xenia-cenia · 3 years

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Chongyun x Fem!Reader - Strength

A/N - I forget how many days since I finished the Mondstadt part of this series... I had to start Liyue with my boi. My beloved. He <3

Also fan fact: Chongy means gum in Britain so it double works for Chongyun cuz he’s so dang good :)

Trigger/Content Warnings: ghost mention, bad parents, food mention, we hurting Xingqiu today lads, fear, light swearing, kidnapping (kinda?)

Word Count: 2,937

Request: No

Summary: You’ve been plagued by demons your whole life. He’s never seen one. What will happen when you meet?

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Ghosts, spirits, and demons.

You were no stranger to the unknown. They often whispered secrets of their lives into your ears as you slept. Many exorcists had come and went. They all charged thousands of Mora, only for their promises to fall short.

Your family was desperate. These whispering strangers grew stronger with each passing day, they began to claw and destroy your family. In one last-ditch effort to keep the (L/N) legacy alive, you were thrown to the streets.

Many weeks passed, your survival depended on the kindness and naivety of strangers. They invited you into their homes, promising happier times and brighter futures.

But just like before, they lied.

The whispers turned into yells, the yells into shrieks. It was positively unbearable. Madness constantly danced at the edge of your vision, you wanted nothing more than to give in.

It all changed, however, when a boy with light blue hair and cat slit pupils paused at your trembling form.

“...are you okay?”

Your head snapped up and you looked the boy up and down. He looked nothing special, light clothes and a melting popsicle in his hand. Your eyes focused on the popsicle and you unconsciously licked your lips as you imagined how good it’d feel to have real food in your mouth after... 4 days? 5? You’ve lost count.

He looked between you and the popsicle for a few seconds, sighed heavily, and handed it to you. As you nibbled on the popsicle, he uncomfortably shifted his weight between his feet and waited for you to finish.

When you were done with it, he cleared his throat and began to rifle through a small bag that was slung over his shoulder. A few moments later, he pulled out a trinket that was engraved in gold.

“You’re (Y/N) (L/N), right?” His voice was soft as he handed you the item. “Take these. It’s a talisman, it should keep the demons at bay.”

Taking the talisman in hand, you flipped it over a few times and considered the boy carefully. Hundreds- no, thousands- of exorcists have tried their hand to free you from the demons who chose you to haunt. What would make this boy any different?

“It’s not like they’ll ever leave.” You mumbled to yourself.

For a moment he looked almost excited, but quickly hid it with a stoic expression, “Can you still hear them?”

You paused. What an odd question. Of course, you could still hear them, why, they were...

“...silent.” You looked up at him, partially horrified, partially euphoric. “They’re silent.”

He sighed to himself, “I see.” The boy stretched and began to walk away, believing his job to be done.

But the moment he left your eyesight, the voices came back louder than ever.

“Why did you try to get rid of us? Don’t you love us? We love you! Stay with us. Stay with us. Stay with us.”

“Stay.”

A scream fell from your lips, you gripped and pulled at your hair, trying to regain the peaceful silence you had mere moments ago.

Cold hands on your shoulders, heavy breathing, and the scent of various herbs and old paper. You opened your eyes and saw the somewhat panicked cat slit eyes staring at you.

“They came back.” You breathed.

He sat next to you and went deep into his thoughts. For half an hour, the two of you sat there in silence. You relished it, taking in and memorizing every hint of life you hadn’t been able to hear before. He hated it, remembering each time his pure positive energy stopped him from performing his job.

“Can I...” you finally spoke, breaking the silence, “come with you?”

The out of the blue comment surprised him, but not a hint of that surprise showed on his face, “Why?”

“They’re quiet when you’re here. I never realized how good the quiet was.”

He considered it for a moment, looked at you, “Fine.”

You sighed in relief, “Oh, thank the Archons...”

“But.”

“Oh no.”

“You have to help me get my friend Xingqiu back.”

You blinked at him. ‘Get him back’? Was he in danger? Was he kidnapped somehow? You knew a bit of fighting but not enough to go raid a camp full of stronger, more trained adults.

“He keeps pranking me. I need to get him back.” The boy shook his head solemnly, “Every day he tells me that I’ll finally see a demon. Every day he makes fun of me when I get back.”

“Oh!” You tried to fight the smile that was building on your lips, “Okay. Yeah, I can do that. I, uh, sure. Okay.”

He stood and shook the dirt off his clothes, “We aren’t too far from Liyue Harbor. That’s usually where he stays. It’ll be about uh... a 12-hour walk.”

“12... hours...” you squeaked. You shook the nervousness away and managed a shaky smile, “You never told me your name.”

The boy paused a moment, “Chongyun.”

You and Chongyun walked in synchrony after hour 3. He kept his distance but always made sure to be close enough so the voices wouldn’t return. Chongyun found you to be eerily calm considering your situation.

Xingqiu told him that you’d been abandoned by your family after years of the spirits gaining strength and losing patience. For the first time, Xingqiu seemed panicked. He begged Chongyun to set out to find you.

Who was Chongyun to say no?

His original plan was just to give you the talisman and leave but... this might work out better. The way Xingqiu had described you, it was obvious you were someone close to his heart. Maybe he’d be happy to see you relatively safe and sound. Chongyun liked the idea of that.

“...yun?”

Chongyun turned to face you, barely feeling your hand grip onto his sleeve.

“What is it?” He internally winced at how cold he sounded.

“Thank you.” You let go of his sleeve and ran your hands up your arms, “It’s been... ah. Just, thank you. Could you tell me more about your friend?”

“Xingqiu? He’s... hm. He’s really smart. He helps me think of ideas to finally see a demon-”

“You’ve never seen one?” You interrupted him. “Why would you want to see one?”

He slightly puffed out his chest, “It’s my duty as an exorcist to continue the family lega-”

“Screw that! You’ve been blessed! I wish I had that.” You kicked a small rock that lied in your path.

Chongyun sighed heavily. He’s seen this reaction many times over the years, “It makes my job harder.”

“How? Just sit still and bam! Demons gone!”

“I have to draw and describe them in The Field Guide to Demons and Beasts. Not being able to see them makes it... hard.”

You exhaled, “I still wish I had that power.”

“It’s...” he shook his head. “Nevermind. We can talk about it later.”

The two of you walked the rest of the way, with some snack breaks, in silence.

As you arrived in Liyue, you caught sight of a navy blue haired boy anxiously pacing in front of the entrance. You paused, narrowed your eyes, thought for a moment and when the realization set in, you cried out in glee.

“Xingqiu!” You yelled. The boy looked towards you and quickly dashed in your direction. As he came to a stop, he gripped your hands and smiled happily at you, “Oh, Archons, how long has it been?”

“4 years? When I heard how your family sent you out, I knew I had to do something!” He tightened his grip on your hands as his smile fell. “Are you alright? Are you injured anywhere? Are they...?”

You sighed and let your grip loosen, “I’ve been better. They’re a lot quieter when I’m with him.” You nodded towards Chongyun who was awkwardly standing while chewing on a popsicle.

“Did you get to see them?” Xingqiu asked Chongyun.

“No,” he spoke dejectedly. “There’s has to be at least one demon who isn’t as strong as it, right?”

“It?” You looked between the two boys.

“My ‘power’.” Chongyun specified.

“Ahhh,” you nodded, “well. I’m utterly exhausted. Xingqiu, can I stay at your place tonight?”

“Su-”

“You can stay at mine.”

You and Xingqiu both looked at Chongyun, surprised by his sudden offer.

“It’s only to make sure the demons don’t come back during the night.” He spoke, digging his toe into the dirt and suddenly very interested in a nearby bush.

“Can Xingqiu stay with us? I just... well, I don’t really know you.” You nervously laughed, “I’d just feel more comfortable if he were there.”

“In that case, let’s just skip the walk and stay at my place. I’m sure Father wouldn’t mind.” Xingqiu looked between the two of you. You looked at Chongyun, who was still entranced with a nearby bush and waited for his response. After a few moments of silence, he nodded his head.

The three of you walked the streets of Liyue, the further you got the more familiar it felt. Dogs who always licked at your heels, tourists surprised at the food, children laughing and chasing each other.

You stopped walking and looked around in awe. The boys, caught up in conversation, hadn’t noticed.

Is this how it feels like? To not be afraid? You almost didn’t believe it. No, you definitely didn’t believe it. They were gone, it was quiet. You couldn’t feel their warm claws digging into your shoulders, nor their cold breaths on your cheek. Anything you wanted to do you could. The voices and demons would never bother you again as long as-

“Why do you keep trying to leave us?”

You gulped, sweat beading at your brow as you spun around. No, this isn’t right.

You got rid of them. They’re gone. It’s been half a day and you hadn’t heard them, you’re free. So why...

“Listen to us. We just want to keep you safe. Don’t you want that too?”

...why were they back?

Why did you feel their nails beginning to pierce your skin as rose petals slipped down your shoulder? Why could you hear their melodic hums in your ears as their tongues tied and twisted around you?

Your eyes were unfocused, your legs were shaking, you swallowed every bit of spit that lingered in your mouth but your throat still ran dry. You could almost hear pounding footsteps; could almost feel a boy with navy blue hair pushing through the crowd until his hand wrapped around your wrist and yanked you forward.

Your feet were moving. That much you knew. Where you were going and why they were moving were two separate matters entirely. Slowly, the voices were replaced by panting and their burning claws melted into cool metal.

“...huh?” you spoke as you gathered your senses. Why were you sitting on the streets of Liyue? You looked around and felt your shoulders immediately relax as you saw Xingqiu. “Xing... Xingqiu?”

He was holding your left hand tightly, trying to manage a reassuring smile despite his panicked eyes. You looked to the boy pressing the cold circular object against your shoulder.

“What’s...” you yawned, “What’s happening?”

“I, uh, we got wrapped up in the conversation. We thought you were right behind us.” Xingqiu looked at the ground guiltily, “You just about passed out.”

You looked up at Chongyun, taking note of the determination in his eyes. “I guess I’m kinda stuck to you for a while, huh?” You laughed sadly.

He froze and looked down at you, his eyebrows knitting together as his lips turned into a tight frown, “I don’t think that makes me stuck to you.”

“True, you could always drop me off at... well, anywhere.” You rested your head against the wall you were propped up against, “It’s not really you who's stuck.”

Chongyun shook his head, “That’s not what I meant.”

A soft blush covered your cheeks, “Oh.”

Xingqiu looked between the two of you and quickly bit his tongue.

“Don’t interfere, Xingqiu.” He chided himself. “Your childhood crush is nothing. It’s been 4 years! They just met anyway.”

He shook the anxiety away and tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach. All old crushes die out eventually, he’ll be fine.

He was not fine.

It’s been 2 months since your arrival and he’s found himself as head-over-heels for you as he was 4 years ago. He took every opportunity he could to spend time with you. He was jealous of Chongyun, and he hated it.

Chongyun got to spend all day with you. Chongyun spent hours training with you and planning ways to beat your demons.

Chongyun was his best friend! It’s fine! Your just his friend, it’s okay! He’s okay with that!

“Mmm, okay I think I get it.” You spoke, pointing at a book that was spread between you and Chongyun, “This is for healing and that’s why we need it.”

“We also should bless it in pure rainwater.”

“Chongy, do we need to wait for it to rain here? Who knows how long that’ll be...”

Chongy.

A nickname. You gave Chongyun a nickname. Why didn’t you give him a nickname? Xingqiu found he could no longer ignore the feelings building in his chest. He tore through every book in his collection, nearly memorized every declaration of love.

For 20 minutes a day, you were alone. You and Chongyun were testing your tolerance and slowly but surely, it was growing. That was good news all around. Xingqiu took these measly 20 minutes as an opportunity. He knocked on the door to your room and waited for a response. A few minutes passed and he grew anxious. He announced his presence and let himself into your room.

It was eerily clean. Xingqiu called your name a few more times and grew more and more confused as he couldn’t find a trace that you had ever been there. He sat on your bed and jumped when he heard something crunch beneath him.

Right where he sat, a note was lied out.

Chongyun and Xingqiu -

I’ve decided I’m going to try to go back home.

I know you’d try to stop me... so I figured it’d be best to just run for it. I think I’m enough now. Enough for them.

I’ll use the skills we went over and I’ll control the demons! They’ll be so happy.

Thank you for helping me.I’ll write again when I arrive so you know I’m safe. Feel free to visit!

-(Y/N)

Meanwhile, you knocked on the door of your family's home. The entire trip over you’d been practicing what to say to them. Your mother opened the door and gasped when she saw you.

“(Y/N)?” She whispered, her eyes wide. “How are you...?”

“I’m back.” You sheepishly smiled. “I, ummm, I spent a lot of time getting control of them. I think I’m better now. See? They’re not even here!”

“S-Stay here...” she half-jogged deeper into your house and didn’t return. You awkwardly stood around, twiddling your thumbs, not even noticing the shovel about to hit the back of your head and knock you unconscious.

When you woke up, your hands were tied behind your back and you were surrounded by the damp scent of rotting wood. It was dark and your head hurt.

Where were you? This isn’t right. You had been going home. No, you were home. You saw your mother. Why are you here? Are they afraid? No. No, that doesn’t make sense.

You did your best. You thought it was enough... wasn’t it enough? The voices had stopped. You made friends. You...Tears bloomed in your eyes as you harshly bit into your lip.

You thought they’d love you if you came home the way they wanted. Why didn’t they love you? Where was Chongyun? Where was Xingqiu?

You missed them. You wanted Chongyun to sit next to you like he always does. You wanted to hear him enthuse about exorcism. You wanted to lie your head in his lap and tease him. Just like you always do.

“Chongy...” you muttered to yourself. “I lo...”

A loud crash upstairs forced a gasp from your lips. In horror, you sat silently and hoped the house wasn’t getting robbed. The yelling, banging, and screaming wasn’t easing your nerves.

You sat as still as you could, hoping that whoever was up there wouldn’t hurt you. Praying even. Light flooded the room which made you wince and turn away. “(Y/N)?” A familiar voice called.

You looked in the direction of the voice and let the tears fall loose. There, at the top of a staircase, stood Chongyun. The light behind him made him look like an angel.

“Ch... Chongy!” You yelled. He raced down the stairs and looked at you. “Chongyun, Archons, I’m so happy to see you.”

He worked quickly, untying your hands and letting you collapse into his arms. “Xingqiu and I came as fast as we could...”

You gripped onto his shirt and held him closer, “I’m so sorry.”

“For what?”

“I thought... I thought they loved me.”

“I know.” He drew loose circles on your back with his finger, “I know.”

You rested your head in the crook of his neck and let the scent of various herbs and old paper engulf you.

Xingqiu, who had just finished fighting your parents, stopped at the top of the stairs and smiled at you two. It was the first time he’d seen Chongyun able to touch someone without his congenital positivity overflowing...

Maybe you were helping him just as much as he was helping you.

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alwaysahiccupandastrid · 4 years

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His Dark Materials - Season 2 Episode 7 *FINALE* (Thoughts and Rambles)

We have a LOT to unpack here oh my god oh my god

When I say I was screaming and yelling during the episode, I mean I was LITERALLY screaming and yelling

This post is mostly screeching and capital letters, you’ve been warned

“So cold” “life or death meant nothing” - well shit. Accurate description of a Spectre attack damn

I didn’t know what those creepy noises were at first and I was sat here absolutely TERRIFIED because it was creepy as fuck. Then I realized it was cliff ghasts because they said something that I recognized from the book and I was like “oh shit”

Pan and Will talking is the sweetest omg

The fact that Pan told him that Lyra thinks he’s as brave as King Iorek Byrnison :’)

“She’s the best friend I’ve ever had” “You’re her best friend too” - STOP, MY HEART

Lyra was awake and heard the whole conversation :3

“I’m no longer an aeronaut” :( “I’m an insect” - LMAO

Hester and Lee’s banter remains my favourite thing and now it’s bittersweet tbh...

“You could never be an insect, Lee” “Okay, hare” - bless them

Marisa finding where Lyra was staying and then finding Lyra’s coat?? And crying with it pressed to her face?? :’(

In case I haven’t mentioned it already, I am incredibly gay for the witches/their aesthetic/costume. Absolutely beautiful queens, all of them

Oh hi, it’s Mary and the two kids!

The fact that Mary helped them find their adults :’)

Also, “We like you miss” - BLESS

I’m kind of confused as to whether the blue flower petals are important or if it’s just her smelling them? IDK

“I’m close to my father, it’s time I found him” - OOF OKAY UMM ARE YOU SURE

“I let my best friend down” - Noooo Lyra, no you didn’t! :( Your dad is a terrible parent and killed him, that’s not your fault!

“Maybe this is how I let you down” - Well done, Asriel and Marisa, you’ve fucked up a perfectly fine child is what you’ve done

Will telling Lyra that she hasn’t let him down :3

That witch turning up because she was trying to warn Marisa about the spectres, only for Marisa to torture and kill her... oof

FUCKING MONKEY I CAN’T DECIDE HOW I FEEL ABOUT HIM

“She’s MY daughter” - Okay, damn, lady...

“EVE. She’s the mother of all” - OH FUCK YOU TOLD HER. OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK

THE SPECTRE ATE HER DÆMON OMG NO THIS IS HORRIFYING WTAF

Seriously, the way the witch went so grey and lifeless and just fell to her knees and down... Urgh, my stomach is turning

Just when I thought I hated the monkey again, he starts whimpering because he’s afraid of the Spectres :(

“Stop whimpering” - DAMN MARISA YOU ARE A STONE COLD BITCH HUH

Pan being the damn voice of reason and telling Lyra they should stay with the witches like yes, Lyra, listen to him for once!!!

Okay but why are the Magisterium soldiers lowkey dressed like German soldiers from one of the World Wars???

I’m not really surprised that BBC left out the detail of Ruta and Asriel fucking when she found him to be honest XD

So the witches think that the Æsahættr is a person but it’s actually the KNIFE. AND THEY DON’T REALIZE. RUTA YOU DON’T NEED TO GO ANYWHERE, IT’S LITERALLY RIGHT THERE

“...That’s not my dæmon.” “Run.” - OH SHIT OKAY MY WHOLE BODY JUST TENSED UP

So umm Lee got shot and FUCK NO FUCK NO I’M NOT READY FOR THIS EMOTIONALLY THANKS

I LITERALLY DO NOT WANT THIS TO HAPPEN OKAY

“You’re either with me or against me” Umm he’s your dæmon?!?!

THE WAY SHE SCREAMED AT HIM OH MY GOD SHE’S FUCKING TERRIFYING HOLY CRAP

“What are you frightened of?” - oh, I don’t know, Marisa, maybe because YOU FUCKING SCREECHED AT HIM. MAYBE HE’S FRIGHTENED OF YOU

Also I love the detail of Marisa getting onto her hands and knees, sort of crouching and mirroring the monkey’s body language. I just love the parallel

The way the monkey flinched from her when she went to touch him omg :( No dæmon should be THIS afraid of their person (or at all?!?!)

Honestly, I find this series’ portrayal of Marisa fascinating tbh

“We have to do whatever it takes to keep her safe” - Umm, like maybe drugging her and hiding her in a cave for months? 🤔

Also in case I didn’t say this before, the fact she has complete control of the Spectres is fucking scary and always has been from the very first time I read the books

Okay so Lee is fully aware that he’s going to die if he stays behind but he does it because he knows that it’s the best chance of making sure that Lyra ends up under the knife’s protection (because Jopari will find her). All Lee wants is for Lyra to be safe and that hurts my heart so much, he loves this child so much :’(

“I love that little girl like a daughter” - LEE STOP MY HEART IS ALREADY BREAKING AS IT IS

NO NO NO NO I AM NOT AND NEVER WILL BE READY

Oh hey Red PAN-da (sorry I know I keep repeating that joke but honestly LOOK AT HIM)

“Once I change, you’ll stop changing” - OH SHIT. So we’re having THAT conversation then

“What do you think you’ll be?” “A flea I hope” - LMFAO I LOVE IT

“Is it Will that’s changing you?” “I think” - FORESHADOWING FOR AMBER SPYGLASS ANYONE?!

All the meanwhile, while Lee is dying and shit is going down, Ms Mary Malone is just chilling in a cave on a mountain by a waterfall, just reading

I literally struggled to watch Lee’s final scenes. I literally didn’t want to watch it because I cried reading it in the book, and I knew I’d be the same here

The fact that Lee HATES taking away people’s lives but he says “it’s theirs or Lyra’s”... I love him. He loves her so much.

“Think about anything, think about bacon!” - LMFAO I LOVE YOU HESTER YOU ABSOLUTE GEM

THE BULLET CLIPPED HIS SCALP AND I HAD A HEART ATTACK

“This is my fault, isn’t it?” - NO HESTER NO DON’T YOU DARE BLAME YOURSELF DARLIN’, YOU ARE THE BEST AND WE LOVE YOU AND LEE LOVES YOU

I do this everytime I read the book and I did here even though I know what happens, but I was praying mentally that maybe Serafina would reach Lee in time... just maybe...

I’m really sitting here crying over Hester and Lee on a Sunday night, love that for me

Hester limping :(

“Don’t you go before I do” - FUCK YOU BBC AND PHILIP I’M SOBBING MY EYES OUT

“Oh how far we flew” - STOP IT. STOP IT RIGHT FUCKING NOW I SWEAR-

I literally yelled and cried out “NOOO” when Hester faded away and Lee died. I am so upset even though I KNEW it was coming. I am literally not okay.

Oh god no Will, now is not the time to be walking away from Lyra and that witch

Also why is that witch asleep on guard?? Come on, love, do better, it’s not like these are the two most important children in all the universes....

To be fair to Marisa, I’d feel pretty invincible if I were climbing up a mountain while the Spectres were guarding me/on my side

WILL AND JOHN FINALLY MET AHHHH

“I was told I’d find my father here” - YEAH AND THAT’S HIM WILL ASDFGHJKL;

I’m low-key disappointed that there’s no brawl between Will and Jopari here. Like they instantly recognize each other and... hmm. I know there has to be changes but still.

“Your mother, Will, where is she?” - Awww. John really didn’t stop loving her :’)

“My son... is the Knife Bearer” - oooooohhhhhhh

“You have a dæmon” - that’s right, Will. Don’t worry, you’ll get one next season

The way I audible went “oh shIT” when Mrs Coulter found Lyra fast asleep. Like I said, I knew what was going to happen but STILL

I’m not really surprised that those Spectres killed the witch who was supposed to be guarding Lyra and Will tbh like that’s what happens when only ONE witch guards two teenagers and that witch falls asleep

The way that Lyra panicked when she woke up and saw her mother stroking her cheek omg

Off topic but I’ve only just realized that Jopari has a fucking man-bun LMFAO OKAY

The fact that Jopari tried to get back to Will and Elaine but couldn’t will always hurt me

“And you chose these people over your family?” - I MEAN-

“I’ve thought about you every day.” - Awww

So John tells Will that he has to go to Asriel and bring him the knife, and he tells him all about the war that’s coming and I have LITERAL chills because I’m so ready

“And then we go home?” “... And then we go home.” - RIP MY HEART OUT, IT WOULD HURT LESS

“I’m not strong enough” - yes you are, Will! I promise you, you are! And Jopari says, “Both of us were brought here” - exactly! You were brought there for a reason by fate or whatever you want to call it!

“Your duty was to be my father” - WILL REALLY CAME FOR HIS DAD LIKE THAT I GUESS

“Look what you’ve become without me” - Oh my god, just when I thought I wasn’t going to cry again

JOPARI HUGGING WILL, SEEING THE SOLDIER AIMING, AND THEN PUTTING HIMSELF BETWEEN THEM SO HE TOOK THE BULLET INSTEAD OF WILL ASDFGHJKL;

So in the book, Jopari is killed by a scorned witch who had once asked him to be her lover, but he had turned her down (because of Elaine and Will obviously), and she kills Jopari in front of Will and then he kills her (I think?). But here it’s just a soldier leftover from the Lee vs Magisterium fight, so... yeah. Kind of a little peeved about the change personally but whatever I guess.

“The night is full of angels, they will guide you now” - AHHHHH

Also, might just be me, but maybe that line would have been slightly more impactful if the scene had taken place at night

This show really said “fuck healthy parental figures” I guess

Except Will’s mum, she’s the best and if anything were to happen to her we’d all riot

SAYAN KÖTÖR FADING AWAY NOOOO I HATE SEEING DÆMONS DIE

Okay, last little gripe, but I just wanted to say that in the book, Will doesn’t realize it’s his dad until literally the last second before his dad dies - like they both realize and then BAM, Jopari is killed. And while I do love the father-son reunion, I am kind of annoyed by the change because it was such a huge punch in the gut in the book that Will searches for so long for his dad, only to lose him the second he finds him.

Serafina finding Lee’s body and kissing his forehead was yet another punch in the gut, thanks Pullman/BBC/BadWolf

The fact that Will had to bury his dad :(

Also, WILL WEARING JOPARI’S JACKET OH MY GOD MY HEART

Oof that shot of his amputated fingers...

So the narration, when it started I thought it was Jopari at first, like from one of his letters... but then as it continued, I went “hang on”, and then I said outloud “wait, is that ASRIEL?!”

DID MARISA REALLY PUT LYRA IN A FUCKING TRUNK?!? BITCH ARE YOU OKAY?!?

Will putting his hood up like his dad did just hits differently

Okay so um ASRIEL HI I WASN’T EXPECTING TO SEE YOU THIS SEASON OH MY GOD THE SCREAM I LET OUT

HIS MONOLOGUE BY THE WAY IS FUCKING ART AND A MASTERPIECE BUT I WAS TOO BUSY CRYING OVER JAMES MCAVOY TO WRITE THE WHOLE MONOLOGUE DOWN

Oh, hi Stelmaria!

It always makes me scream that this man is not only Lord Asriel now but he’s also fucking Mr Tumnus and MOTHERFUCKING BILL DENBROUGH LIKE HOW IS THIS MAN INVOLVED IN SO MANY OF MY FANDOMS?!?

ANGELS ANGELS OH MY FUCKING GOD-

“We stand with you, Asriel Belacqua” - AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

“Let us prepare for war” - FUUUUUUUUCK

(I was deadly serious when I said this was just me screaming and crying by the way)

I’m still reeling over the fact that Marisa put her daughter in a fucking trunk. Like I get you can’t exactly carry a drugged child about in the open but Jesus Christ, love, really?!?

Also Ruth Wilson / Marisa Coulter in a headscarf? *chef kiss*

The way that the screen went to black as she put the lid on the trunk down - SHIT OH SHIT GOOSEBUMPS

THE CREDIT SONG IS SO BEAUTIFUL BECAUSE IT HAS FUCKING ANGELS NOW I’M-

I WASN’T EXPECTING THE POST CREDITS SCENE OH MY GOD

ROGER?! ROGER! IT’S ROGER I’M NOT OKAY-

BBC YOU CANNOT JUST DROP THAT ON US LIKE THAT FUCK-

“What is this place?” - I’M SCREAMING SO LOUD I CAN’T HOLD IT IN

For anyone unaware, the reason I’m screaming so loud over the post-credits scene is because in TAS, while Lyra is drugged and in a groggy sleep, she has these visions of Roger talking to her from the Land of the Dead, which then later leads to her and Will actually GOING to the Land of the Dead and... well, the rest is even HUGER spoilers but YEAH I’M NOT OKAY.

Honestly, I’m just so happy and emotional because I’ve been waiting over a decade for a decent adaptation of not only NL but for TSK and TAS too, and we’re 2/3 there now. Just one more book/series to go... I wish we could have it now. I really hope that filming for the final one starts ASAP because if we have to wait two years just to see the conclusion to this series, I might cry.

This series is so amazing, and this season especially has been so incredible to watch. It’s been the highlight of my week for seven weeks, and I have no idea what I’ll do with my Sundays now that it’s over. I’ve asked for the DVD for S2 for my birthday already (since it comes out 29th December and my birthday is 13th January... just saying), and words can’t describe how much I do love this series. I know it sounds hollow since I say it about so many things I’m into, but this was such a huge part of my childhood and it’s one of my favourite fantasy series of all time. It’s truly one of the most incredible pieces of literature and now it’s making for incredible television... I love it so much.

#hdm #his dark materials #lyra belacqua #lyra silvertongue #marisa coulter #will parry #lee scoresby #hester #pantalaimon #jopari #john parry #lord asriel #serafina pekkala

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ourloveisforthelovely · 3 years

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At Last (oneshot)

Harry Potter Marauders Era

Request: hi! can i request a regulus x reader childhood friends to lovers?

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: T

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“So are you going to finally ask her out?’

Evan asked as he stood with Regulus at King’s Cross station. You were coming back from a month’s long visit to your grandma’s that left Regulus, in Evan’s mind, an abandoned wreck. Evan had been watching for the past 8 years as Regulus fawned over you (his best friend) helplessly and you were blind as a damned bat to the whole thing.

Regulus crossed his arms over his chest wanting to ignore Evan’s question. The less that he had to talk to Evan about his lack of a relationship the better. Regulus wanted nothing more than to ask you to be his girlfriend. He had wanted this since 1st year at Hogwarts. Every time he came close to asking you out, he panicked. Panicked was putting it lightly. Regulus was about two stones short of a panic attack anytime that he came close.

It didn’t matter that you were the perfect girl for him or that the two of you had been best friends since childhood. He always chickened out. Evan decided to make it his civic duty to try to give Regulus non stop pep talks on trying to get with you.

“I’m hoping to.”

Regulus finally replied. Evan smirked, knowing that this was probably a bunch of shit that Regulus was saying. If Regulus Black asked you out, Evan would eat his own hat.

“Well, Barty and I hope you do because you get all emo whenever she goes on a date with a new guy.”

Regulus’ dark eyes rolled over in his direction with a displeased scowl.

“Shut up, Evan.”

Shutting up was something that Evan Rosier wasn’t good at and Regulus was crazy if he thought that he was going to get off of the hook that easy!

“Repeat after me, Y/n will you go out with me. I’m a wreck without you.”

Regulus aimed a kick at Evan’s shin making the other boy shriek in pain.

“Shut up Evan!”

Evan sighed, his voice becoming a bit more gentle. Apparently, this was what it was going to take. Regulus apparently didn’t understand that Evan only wanted him to be happy. He was tired of seeing Regulus so gloomy whenever you went out with some new mistake that didn’t last long.

“Dude you need to practice. Whenever you try to ask Y/n out you just make a squeaking noise and she thinks you're catching a cold and tries to take care of you.”

Regulus again gave Evan a dark “Black family scowl.” Evan didn’t seem to realize just how difficult this was for Regulus. It wasn’t just asking a girl out. It was asking you, his best friend, out. This was huge! What if the relationship failed and Regulus lost his best friend in the world? You were the only person that really understood him. You were the one that comforted him when Sirius ran away. Was Regulus really prepared to potentially lose the one person that he could really be himself with?

The question that Regulus should have been asking himself was would he be able to handle it if you married someone else? Regulus wasn’t ready to think of “that” step yet but what if some fucker asked you and you said yes? Would he be able to stand there and watch you pledge undying love to some fucker who could never love as he could?

“I kind of want to kill you Evan.”

Evan didn’t have to ask Regulus what was going through his mind, he knew. He had seen Regulus get super depressed every time you dated someone else. Now that the lot of you were getting older there was a good chance that someone would eventually propose and you would eventually say yes. Regulus would fall apart when that happened.

“Eh. Who would you bitch to?”

Before Regulus could reply, he spotted you stepping off of a train.

“Enough, Evan. Here she comes.”

You waived the moment that you saw your two best friends standing away from all of the other muggles.

“Hey!”

You called before running over and throwing your arms around Regulus’ shoulders. He wrapped his arms around you and placed a kiss on your head.

“Did you have a nice trip?”

Regulus asked as he gently sat you down. You laughed before hugging Evan, who for whatever reason, was looking extra smug about something. Knowing Evan, it was probably something stupid.

“If you consider going to bingo every other night, eating a shit ton of jello, and being hugged by random old people at the rest home, fun...I had a blast. Every old person thought that I was their granddaughter.”

You didn’t want to go on the trip to begin with but you parents talked you into it. They used the whole “your grandmother is getting old and won't be around much longer” comment and you agreed to go on month’s long roadshow to visit your granny.

Looking at Regulus, you realized just how much that you had missed your best friend. Best friend...you sighed at the word. You wanted it to be a lot more than best friends but he didn’t seem interested in that. It didn’t matter how many times that you send signals his way, Regulus seemed oblivious to it all. The best that you could come up with was Regulus didn’t have any interest in any relationship with anyone. He had his head too far in his own role in the war.

“Yum, jello.”

Evan said, pulling you from your thoughts. Both Regulus and yourself gave Evan an annoyed expression.

“If you like jello, you should go visit with me next time. They will want to keep you with your blue eyes and dimples. All the little old ladies will want to say that you are their doll baby grandson.”

Evan’s smile faded. He didn’t like people touching him as it was and he knew the moment that he stepped foot in that rest home every stranger would be hugging him nonstop.

“On second thought, no thanks. Well, I came to see you now I have to go get ready for a hot date.”

Evan focused his attention on Regulus before emphasizing.

“Get. Ready. For. A. Hot. Date.”

You had wrapped your arm through Regulus’ and watched as he gave Evan a huge go-to-hell look.

“Make sure to not wear that muggle Old Spice cologne. You’ll smell like a grandpa.”

You said, earning a smile from Regulus. Evan, meanwhile, shook his head.

“You two behave. Oh wait, look who I’m talking to. Later.”

Evan turned and disappeared into the crowd, leaving both Regulus and yourself with matching frowns. You were the first to speak as you looked up at Regulus.

“Something is wrong with that boy.”

Regulus nodded.

“He was dropped on his head a few times. That’s the best that I can come up with.”

You spent the rest of the day with Regulus. After Walburga got on her youngest son’s nerves enough, Regulus conned you into going upstairs to his bedroom. Regulus lay back on the bed putting his hands behind his head as you sat down beside him. His curls framed his perfectly handsome face and you wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch him. The two of you hadn’t “cuddled” in sometime and at the moment, you would love to curl up in his arms. It didn’t matter how many guys you dated, none of them made you feel the way Regulus did.

“So what else did you do on your trip other than be everyone’s granddaughter?”

Regulus asked.

“I went on a few dates with this guy from the Netherlands.”

The moment those words left your lips, Regulus’ eyes snapped open and he glared up at the ceiling. He snorted before sitting up and shaking his head.

“Of course.”

You blinked from your place on his bed.

“What?”

Regulus stood up and stormed over to the window to glare out. If some poor soul on the street suddenly caught on fire, Regulus wouldn’t have been surprised.

“Nothing.”

You didn’t move nor was you about to back down. Regulus liked to “shut down” when he was mad but you were not a “shut down” kind of person. You wanted to talk about it.

“Talk to me, Regulus.”

When Regulus didn’t speak, you finally got off of his bed and went to join him at the window. Wrapping your arms around him from behind, you weren't about to let him get away from you. The two of you were going to talk whether Regulus wanted to or not.

Snuggling your face into his back, you breathed in his scent. How were you supposed to tell Regulus that it was his scent that you smelled when brewing an amortentia potion? How were you supposed to say, “Let's throw away our friendship and risk it all for love?”

“I swear, Reg you act like you are jeal…”

BAM! It hit you like a bag of bricks to the stomach. Regulus was jealous! He was just too good or too proud of a man to say it.

“Thank you for finally seeing things my way.”

Regulus finally commented. His voice was soft but had a hard edge to it that told you how angry he was. Regulus didn’t care to yell at Evan, if he had to. Yelling at Barty was like breathing. Raising his voice at you, however, never happened. You were the person that Regulus would never raise his voice to or put an unloving hand on. There was the one time when the two of you were five and he accidentally knocked you down the front steps and he felt awful for weeks. He sobbed until Walburga fixed up your skinned knees and told Regulus to get a grip on himself.

She is just fine, son. Now stop this nonsense.

You smiled at the memory before reaching out and forcing Regulus to look at you.

“How long?”

“How long what?”

Regulus asked, trying to be stubborn. You rolled your eyes.

“Regulus Arcturus Black, stop this nonsense. You know what I mean...how long have you felt this way?”

Regulus sighed.

“Not long...a while...since 1st year at school. I want to be with you but you keep getting with these fucking twats that no nothing about you. They don’t even know what way is up.”

Your mouth dropped before smiling. Regulus wanted you. He wanted you like you wanted him. Bless him, he had been feeling this way for so many years. There were so many years that the two of you could have been happy together and you wouldn't have dated any of the clowns that you were fixed up with. You could have the boy that you wanted from day 1.

“No, they don’t. They also are not you.”

Regulus looked at you with wide eyes as he got the meaning of what you were saying.

“What if we fuck it all up? Everything that we have...I wouldn’t want to live without you in my life.”

Regulus said, looking down. You quickly moved to wrap your arms around his shoulders. Snuggling your face into his shoulder, you breathed him in again.

“We wouldn’t fuck it up. It's something that we both want and we both know each other. Like, you know when I am getting my big dick energy and can talk me down…”

“And you know when I'm getting too dark and can lighten me up.”

Regulus interrupted before giving you a small smile. You eagerly nodded, cupping his face.

“See, we have what we need. You’re what I smell in an amortentia potion. You’re what I need, Reg.”

Regulus wrapped his arms around you holding on tightly. He wasn’t about to let go. If anyone tried to get in the way now, they would be hurting! You were his girl and his alone. Regulus’ days of watching some poor useless fucker flirt with you were over. Those pretty lips were all his now...as they should have been from day one.

“Funny, you’re what I smell in one too. Your perfume, your shampoo...everything about you. I need you too, Y/n...more than you know.”

“I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere.”

Regulus gently titled your face up to his. The first kiss was everything that you expected and more. All of the years of mutual pining, desperation, and jealousy were paying off. Both of you were finally getting what you wanted and nothing else would ever get in the way.

“I love you.”

Regulus said as he pulled away and nuzzled his forehead against yours.

“I love you and no one will ever get in the way of my feelings for you again.”

Wrapping your hands in Regulus’ shirt you pulled him down for another kiss. As soon as his tongue slipped into your mouth, a clapping sound filled the room. Both of you looked up quickly to see Evan perched on Regulus’ bed with a gleeful smile on his face.

“Oh thank Merlin! Finally! I swear, I thought that I was going to have to tape you two together or something.”

You turned to Regulus who was scowling at his best male friend.

“Regulus, why is he here?”

Regulus didn’t remove his gaze from Evan for a moment before wrapping his arms around your waist ready to apparate elsewhere.

“No idea, let’s leave.”

Evan, meanwhile, was still going on and on about how happy he was that the two of you finally got your heads out of your asses and joined the rest of society. You nodded returning your arms to Regulus’ shoulders.

“Great idea. Let’s go somewhere...anywhere else so we can be alone.”

Regulus nodded.

“At last.”

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rainydayhogwartsimagines · 4 years

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Falling in love with Draco as A Gryffindor (Draco x reader)

Side note: HAHAHAHAHAAAAA

You were a firey little thing, you.

Draco noticed you when you went to go get something from the cart

And oh boy he fell hard

He sat there in that great hall "Please be Slytherin please be--" "GRYFFINDOR!" "oh come on."

You ended up spending a lot of time with Fred and George, those two were practically your best friends.

Draco noticed you, always seeing that smile on your face as you talked to Hermoine.

He would usually find Hermione with you.

She would be trying to make you study and you'd be doodling or doing origami instead.

Draco would smile to himself as he would hear your giggles from Hermione's frustration.

Course he'd never admit that. God no.

He was always a class A dick to you and the trio

Then there was the "TROLLLLL IN THE DUNGEEEOONNN"

And you were forced to sit in your common room with the Slytherins.

"Bet one of the Slytherin kids let it in as a joke." Fred yawned.

You shook your head and leaned to him

"There's no way, none of them have the brain cells for that." You said making both of the twins snicker

Still though, something felt off. Really off.

"Hey wait a minute... Where's Harry and Ron-- Where's Hermione!?" You asked making the entire common room silent.

Mcgonagall was shocked when she was made aware of the situation.

Course when they all came back you started asking questions like "So you took down a troll... How do you feel besides absolutely epic?"

Christmas rolled around and you stayed with Fred, George, Ron and Harry

Molly made you a sweater and you usually wore it if you were cold.

Draco didn't go home for some reason and you took notice.

"Yo. Draco." You said walking over. "Oh God, what do you want?" He asked.

You rolled your eyes. "I wanted to say Merry Christmas. Here." You said handing him a paper crane.

He took it and stared at it for a while as you walked away.

"Y/n." He called. You rose a brow.

"merry Christmas." He said making you smile.

His heart almost beat out his damn chest and he quickly turned back around.

He found a note though on it's wing

"you should try smiling once in a while, I've seen you do it and it's nice."

Draco turned back around and you gave a wave with a laugh.

He shook his head... But he smiled.

And that's when your heart went "BAM. YOU LIKE THIS BOY NOW."

When the school year ended you walked over to Draco.

"Hey. Draco." You said making him turn around.

"What L/n?" He asked. "Write to me sometime. I'm usually bored over the summer." You said giving him your address.

He blinked a few times as you walked away.

Well he actually did. His letters at first were more aggressive

"Why in the world would you give me your address?!"

"Seriously why?"

Then over time as you wrote back he actually became... Likable.

He actually formed inside jokes with you and was actually... Friendly

The week before school you both had a much needed conversation though

"So I take it I'm going to be ignored when I say hello to you?"

"Why would you assume that?"

"Because a Gryffindor fraternizing with a Slytherin? Isn't that... Beneath you?"

"You're my friend Y/n I really don't care."

So when he saw you in Diagon Alley you said hi and he gave you this "DON'T COMMUNICATE WITH ME" stare making you confused

That's when you saw his father and was like "Oooohhh. He's terrifying!"

What you didn't realize is that you said that out loud

And you immediately had to duck behind Fred who was walking by.

"Hey Y/n what are you--" "SHHH. YOU DON'T SEE ME!"

He looked at Lucius malfoy and then you and nodded.

"Gotcha." He nodded before George stood in the way of Lucius' view.

"So what did you do?" Fred asked.

"Accidentally looked at him and said 'oh he's terrifying!' out loud." You mumbled.

Fred laughed and George snorted.

When he left you sighed with so much relief before you felt someone tap your shoulder.

"Imsorry-- Draco! Hi!" You said panicked.

He rolled his eyes with a chuckled. "I wanted to make sure that was you. Father has a problem with me talking to Gryffindors." He said.

"Ohhh." You nodded before Fred turned around. "You two are getting along? Damn I must've drank something strange this morning" he said making you shake your head.

"I have to go, will you sit on the train with me?" He asked. "Yeah sure!" You nodded. He walked towards the door "Y/n." He said making you turn back around. "It's good to see you." He said sincerely.

Your face turned so red and George laughed. "Someone has a CRUSSHHH!" He said making you smack him. "Shut it!" You hushed.

You did sit with him on the train, laughing at some stupid joke.

Harry walked by and then froze.

"Are you... Actually--" "Harry join us!" You said.

"What!?" Both of the boys said. "Join us! We're having fun and you two need to get along, join us!" You said.

"But--" you shot them both death glares and some how some way you actually ended up having fun.

Harry could almost find Draco... Enjoyable!?

None of you had any idea on how bad this year would be

Your father's a wizard. Your mother... She isn't.

When the chamber of secrets opened oh boy...

Draco was a nervous wreck, every other class period he'd be walking you to it.

"Draco, really I'm fine-- We CAN SIGN UP FOR QUIDDITCH THIS YEAR!?"

So uhm... Funny story you ended up on the quidditch team.

You stood in for Harry when he couldn't play, which was a lot more common than expected

Honestly? You could give Harry a run for his money.

The only issue? Draco hated competing with you in a setting as brutal as that could be.

Didn't stop him from playing as hard as he did though.

Then that bitch Lavender decided to hex your broom.

"WOAH!" You said flying. Draco noticed you jolt and nearly fall. "SHIT!" you gasped as you nearly fell off it, seeing the golden glint beneath you. That's when you had a plan.

You let go.

You naturally hit the ground hard, you sprained your wrist

But then you held up that snitch and the crowd went WILD

Your wrist was fine within a week so you weren't worried.

Draco acted pissed but truth be told: he was happy you were okay.

Then it happened. You had studied with Hermoine until you two were booted from the library.

You forgot something and turned back, walking as fast as you could because to be honest, the castle kind of scared you at night.

You left a magnifying glass, you used it because of the fact that THE TEXT WAS TOO SMALL (seriously who can read that small?)

That's when you saw this reflection on the glass and you blacked out.

The next morning everyone found out about it, Draco was losing his shit and told Harry to "FIGURE THIS OUT! PLEASE!"

That was the first anyone had heard him say "please" and he was basically thrown into the investigation.

He was there for it all, Gilderoy being a complete MORON, Fawkes, the chamber-- Draco was there.

When you finally came to the first words out of your mouth was "BASILISK!"

Draco booked it to you when he found out you were awake and he hugged you.

"Woah woah woah-- what happened to you, you look like hell?" You asked.

"Found the chamber of secrets-- that's not important, you're awake!" He said.

"Yeah-- wait what?"

So you spent that summer at the Weasley's and my God was it fun

You, Fred and George had a blast together

Then came news that Sirius Black escaped from prison

Draco was panicked when he found out that he was possibly near hogwarts

Letter after letter he was basically begging you "Homeschool. Please. I almost went insane when you were attacked by a basilisk, now there's a convict on the loose"

To which you were like: "I'm not homeschooling, Draco I've got you, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred and George, I think I'll be fine!"

He found you in the leaky cauldron and while he was happy to see you he was also worried sick about you being here.

Everyone at Hogwarts was treating you like a child playing in traffic and it began to piss you off.

The only person treating you normally was Cedric after he found you kicking a tree.

"Woah there, that tree didn't hit you did it?" Cedric asked.

"What?" You asked confused.

"I'm genuinely paranoid about the plants on this property because of the whomping willow, did this tree attack you?" Cedric asked making you laugh.

"No no... I'm just angry that's all." You sighed.

"Really? Why?" Cedric asked.

"Well... Everyone's been treating me like a little kid because I was amongst the few who was petrified." You said.

"Ohhh." Cedric nodded.

He listened to you talk and he told you if you ever needed to get away from everything you were welcome to go to Hufflepuff's common room

Fun fact: Draco felt jealous for the first time

He saw you two hanging out by the lake and he just felt so jealous.

"What's with Draco?" Fred asked, noticing him being grouchy.

"he's been like that all day." Ron said.

"Probably because Y/n and Cedric started hanging out." Hermione said.

"What?" Everyone asked.

"I was walking by and heard them talking. She's tired of us basically treating her like she's a walking hazard. She has a point, we've been hard on her." Hermione agreed.

So they all eased up on it but Draco was still upset and wouldn't tell you why.

"Draco can you please just talk to me!?" You asked.

"I don't want to talk, I'm going to my room." He said.

You began to feel really hurt by this and then that damn lesson came along on Boggarts.

It got to you and it turned into Draco just... Leaving?

You stared at it for a while and Remus just handled it before you took off.

Draco thought that the boggart was just him so of course be was genuinely worried.

He went after you and found you having a meltdown.

"Y/n." He said kneeling to you.

"I'm sorry." You whimpered.

"I don't know what I did but I'm sorry Draco."

It was then that he realized what your boggart actually was.

You were afraid of him leaving you.

He never left your side again from that point on.

Draco began to sit at the Gryffindor table more and people of course took notice.

No one dared to comment on it though because uhm.

Draco could be scary when he wanted to be.

Course when he cried like a little bitch because Buckbeak attacked him that wasn't intimidating.

"I swear, you treat me like a child but you're the dumbass that just walked up to a Hippogriff!" You sighed.

"You're the one that managed to fall walking up the stairs. HOW DO YOU FALL WALKING UP THE STAIRS!?"

Madame Pomfrey had to listen to this argument the entire time

Hogsmeade was the best

You, the trio, Draco, Fred and George all having a blast

Snowball fights and butterbeer

Sitting around telling jokes

Then witnessing Harry have a break down because he found out Sirius was a friend of his parents'.

You all comforted him, fuck even Draco felt bad.

When you all got back to school you all agreed to stay in groups in case that bastard really was lurking around.

Then came Lucius going "Well that creature just tried to hurt my son so... Let's kill it"

You were PISSED.

You actually had to be pulled back and you were kicking and screaming.

That's when Hermione said "I have a time turner!" And you were like "Well shit why didn't you say something BEFORE I INSULTED MY BEST FRIEND'S DAD"

Draco went all protective mode and was like "Guys I don't think this is a good idea--"

And then he was dragged into this adventure too.

So You didn't expect Harry to produce a patronus

you didn't expect Remus to be housing a convict

You didn't expect Remus to be a werewolf

And you didn't expect that damn rat to be an actual PERSON

Your head was spinning and by the end of that night you felt like you were insane

"So... Never talk about this again?" You asked.

Everyone exchanged glances

"Agreed." They all said in unison.

Summer was again, really fun.

You spent it with the Weasley's and you helped Fred and George with their business

You were always writing to Draco in your free time

And uhm...

Sometimes Draco would sneak out and go to you guys.

Molly enjoyed having him over and promised not to say anything about him being there

Arthur and Molly both recognized that look whenever he'd look at you though

That was love.

Both of you would whisper things to each other and then laugh

Molly would smile to herself knowing damn well that you two liked each other.

When he left one day you were helping Molly with cleaning.

"So how long have you liked him?" Molly asked making you almost drop a plate.

"Wha- no-- I-- uhm-- That's absolutely crazy-- I--" you saw the "You're really going to lie?" Look on Arthur's face as he put down the paper. "... How'd you know?" You asked.

"It's quite obvious darling." Molly said.

"Well to everyone but the boy." Arthur said.

You both asked them not to say anything and they agreed

You all went to the world quidditch game and had to pretend to hate Draco.

Course he wasn't the biggest fan of Cedric being there with you

Course the group noticed the smiles and flirty glances from you two across the damn stadium.

When it ended you were hanging out with Ginny when Draco ran in.

"You all need to leave." He said out of breath.

"What's going on son?" Arthur asked.

"Death eaters, everywhere. They're scaring the locals-- it isn't good." He said.

"What about you!?" You asked.

"I'll be fine Y/n, go." Draco said.

You hesitated but he put a hand on your cheek and looked into your eyes.

"Go." He said.

You and the Weasleys booked it and got the fuck out of Dodge

You all made it back to the burrow and were exhausted.

Draco snuck out to you guys and you hugged him immediately after seeing him.

That's when it clicked for the rest of the crew that "Ohhh so she likes him likes him."

The school year began with talks of something weird going on

Then the cup was introduced and you just got this gut feeling something was wrong

Fred and George were hellbent on getting their names in that goblet though

Draco stood there next to you watching those two jackasses try to put their names in to the goblet

You were standing next to a statue and his elbow was resting above you as you both laughed as those two not only failed but were launched back and taken off by Madame Pomfrey.

You two laughed and then looked at each other and just... Something changed. Something in you just nearly fell apart looking at that boy and your words were just jumbled.

You two spent most of your free time together though, always laughing or you showing him how to do origami.

Then came finding out who was going to be in the trials

Fluer, Viktor, Cedric and Harry-- wait what

Ron got upset but you could tell this wasn't planned and was bad.

Harry accepted it though.

Hermione had a little buddy following her around though

Viktor.

Nice kid, really. But did he have to be here all the time!?

You finally just decided to start studying with Draco.

Then came one day where Cedric sat with you and Draco had to deal with it.

It became a regular thing.

Then the second trial came and you were the one Cedric had to retrieve

When he came back up you both were out of breath and soaked.

Draco ran over and helped you up.

"So there's a Yule ball coming up." Cedric said making you look up. "Yeah?" You asked, slightly shivering from the weather. Cedric noticed the "Don't you fucking dare" look on Draco's face.

"Would you like to go with Draco?" Cedric asked.

Draco opened his mouth for a threat but when he realized what Cedric actually said he just started blushing.

"Uhm... Sorry did you just ask... Me... To go with... Draco?" You asked.

"Yep." Cedric nodded.

"Did you two plan this out or something?" You asked.

"Yes." Cedric said.

Draco was still reeling. "Uhm... Y-Yeah we did." He lied.

"Then... Yeah sure." You nodded with a laugh.

And so Draco was spending even MORE time with you.

The dance class was so much fun to you

Plus, Draco you being close didn't hurt either.

SO MUCH FUN! RIGHT!?

You both danced with giggles and exchanging smiles.

The Yule ball finally happened and Draco was at a loss of words when you and Hermione both walked down together.

"Y/n... Wow." Was all the poor guy could muster.

You smiled and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear

You two danced for a bit, smiling at each other

Then you two walked through the grounds and Draco gave you his coat.

You looked at him and something just took over

You kissed him.

You two started dating from that point on

Draco would walk you from class to class even if his classes were on the other side of the school

Everyone loved seeing you two so happy.

It was now a common occurrence to see you two in the library together

He'd be doing origami while you studied.

Draco loved seeing that focused look

Course he always made sure you weren't too stressed too

The two of you had no idea how bad the next few years would become

Part 2 coming soon

#draco fuckingmalfoy #draco imagine #draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco x y/n

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five-rivers · 3 years

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Long Night in the Valley chapter 12

The scene shifted the moment Tempest woke up. They were outside, on a street in the middle of the city. Storm clouds circled overhead.

Tempest stood in front of them, hands in her pockets, a bland expression on her face.

“So,” she drawled. “You’re Nine’s friends.”

“Uh,” said Ochako, taken aback. Right after Four had said she wouldn’t talk to them, this was disconcerting. “Yes?”

“I’m his teacher,” said Aizawa, stepping forward.

“Yeah? You think you’re doing a good job raising up little child soldiers?”

“Excuse me?” said Aizawa.

“You heard me.” She shifted her gaze to Ochako, then to Todoroki and Iida. “I bet Souma told you I wouldn’t be talking to you.”

“He did say something along those lines, yes,” said Iida, even as Ochako worked very hard to elbow him.

“I can follow why he’d think that,” Tempest said. “I spent most of my life fighting against the government. Lord knows I wouldn’t have approved of him choosing a ‘pro hero’ to follow after him.” She took her hands out of her pockets to make air quotes. She was wearing brass knuckles. “Whatever a pro hero is supposed to be. Government lackeys. Cops and war criminals with a different name. I’m shocked he pulled a halfway decent person from the muck.”

“We’re not war criminals!” protested Iida.

“Oh, yeah? I forgot, the Geneva convention was nixed, wasn’t it? They had this big meeting and decided none of it applied to metahumans, and then, bam! Everyone’s a metahuman, so it doesn’t apply at all, huh? Neat, right?”

“What we’re doing now might not be what you’re used to,” said Ochako, “but it’s the way society works, now.”

“And we’re not killing people, like you did,” said Iida. Ochako winced at his combative addition.

“I did what I had to, to get people out of the torture camps,” said Tempest. “People like my little sister. You know what they did to her? They thought her power was just controlled by her voice. So, they cut out her vocal cords.”

“They don’t do that anymore,” said Todoroki.

“You think a government like that is just going to stop doing things? Without people making them? Without being forced?” Tempest laughed and looked up at the swirling sky. “Maybe you do. You’re just kids, after all. But tell me this, do you think they didn’t know exactly what was happening to your family, Todoroki Shouto?”

Aizawa cleared his throat. “What’s your point, here?” he asked. “What do you want from us?”

Tempest looked back at Aizawa. The coldness in her brown eyes made Ochako shiver. “We could have kept you out,” she said. “That Suzuki idiot, too. Do you know why we didn’t?”

“Enlighten us,” said Aizawa.

“Because the way we do it would cause irreparable brain damage. We know, because we’ve done it before. I thought it was worth it, but the others didn’t want to hurt ‘Nine’s friends.’”

“Are you implying that we aren’t Midoriya’s friends?” asked Todoroki, frowning.

Tempest huffed and wind whipped down the road, making Ochako cover her face.

“No. To be honest, I’m not completely sold on Nine, either. He wanted to part of the system so bad, and that’s not to mention—” she huffed again. “At least he knows what it’s like to be on the other side of the equation. You four, though… I’m stuck with Nine. I don’t owe you anything and you’re causing all these problems. What I want from you—”

Behind her, lightning snapped down from the sky.

“—is to prove to me you’re worth it.”

“Vlad, the police were able to find your car,” said Powerloader, holding his hand over the receiver of the staff room telephone.

“Oh, thank goodness,” said Vlad. “I hate taking public transportation.” He paused. “I mean, uh, did they find Yagi? Is he alright?”

“No, they didn’t find Yagi.”

“Great,” said Vlad. “So, ask them when I can pick it up. Why are you making that face? Did Yagi total it? I bet he did. ‘Symbol of Peace,’ my—”

“No,” interrupted Powerloader. “Yagi didn’t total it. Or crash it. It was parked in an alley near the Musutafu entertainment district.”

“Where Midoriya had that fight with Hawks,” said Vlad, putting his head in his hands. “It got wrecked by one of them, didn’t it?”

“No,” said Powerloader. “It was parked in an alley. They found it on a security camera. It isn’t there anymore.”

“They took it again?”

“The League of Villains took it.”

“You’re joking.”

“I wish I was.”

The bus felt empty with half the class missing. The remaining 1-A students (plus Shinso) were all huddled together at the front, mooching off of the teachers mobile hotspots.

“Did my email go through yet, kero?” asked Tsuyu, leaning over her seat to look at Denki’s computer.

“Not yet,” said Denki. “I’ve got all the pictures you guys sent arranged, but I wish we had more video material. Ashido was the one with the most…” He sighed. “Ashido, gossip queen, when you wake up I will apologize for all my comments about your hobbies.”

“I have some videos of Midoriya.”

“Trust us, Mineta, no one want your videos,” said Yaoyorozu.

“Huh? Why not?”

“Tell us this. How many of your videos are actually of Midoriya and don’t just have him incidentally in the background while you try to film girls.”

“None of them,” said Mineta, obviously not seeing why this was wrong. “Why would I film Midoriya?”

“Mic,” said Midnight, “please remind me to sign up the walking lawsuit for some sensitivity classes. How did Eraser miss this?”

“Unfortunately, Shouta is about as sexual as the average rock, so…”

“Remind me to sign him up for some training, too, then.”

“Will do.”

“Walking lawsuit?” asked Mineta.

Everyone else sighed. Then Denki’s laptop pinged.

“Huh. I just got an email from Principal Nezu.”

The adults, including Green Light, the bus driver, blanched. Adults were bothered by the weirdest things. In the end, Nezu was just a guy with a quirk, right? A hero, even! Principal Nezu, the Education Hero!

Okay, he’d scared Denki (Mr. Terrible Grades) a lot in elementary and middle school, but really.

(Okay, the crane thing at the Final Exam had been high-key terrifying, but he was trying to get past that.)

“Huh,” repeated Denki, having read the email. “That’s interesting.”

“What is it, my electric friend?” asked Aoyama, drapping himself sideways across his seat.

“Aoyama-san,” said Midnight, “don’t put your feet on the windows.”

“Principal Nezu sent me a link to an ‘All Might adopt a kid’ fanfiction, and it’s by—”

“Midoriya writes fanfiction?” asked Shouji, evidently surprised into using his real mouth to speak.

“That’s cute, kero,” said Tsuyu. “It must have been before he met the real All Might, though.”

“No,” said Denki, “it was last updated just a couple of weeks ago, and, well… Midoriya didn’t write it.”

“So, who did?” asked Yaoyorozu.

“Not Nezu, right?” asked Jiro, winding her earphone jack around her finger.

“There’s no way, right, Kaminari-san?” asked Present Mic, nervously.

“Uh, no, no, it’s, uh, it’s All Might. According to Nezu.”

A beat of silence.

“What?”

Denki inserted his pinky into his right ear, trying to clear it. Man, if the Bakusquad had been here rather than the quiet half of the class…

“Yeah, it says here that this serves All Might right for working on this during school hours?”

More silence.

“Green Light, the road!”

“Oops, sorry!”

“Hey, guys, are we sure that All Might didn’t, you know, kidnap Midoriya rather than the other way around? Guys?”

Gran Torino, also known as Torino Sorahiko, was an active hero. That meant late nights and late mornings. He was also an old man. A very old man. Late mornings often turned into noons and afternoons.

Sometimes, during those noons and afternoons, he liked to ignore technology and the outside world for a good long while. Maybe read the paper a little bit. Or one of those terrible romance novels Nana had left him in her will.

Still, he was a hero, one wrapped up in something best described as a two-hundred-year-long shadow war, so eventually he did turn on the news.

Only to see Toshinori’s boy fighting Hawks on live television.

Not to mention Toshinori hanging out in the background with a shaved head.

And the ticker said UA student Midoriya Izuku kidnaps Symbol of Peace.

(Which was the dumbest thing he had ever heard, and under other circumstances, he would have been rolling on the floor laughing.)

Gran Torino was an old man, but, luckily, he only felt like he was simultaneously having a heart attack and a stroke. His body was more than functional enough to place a not-at-all panicked phone call to one Tsukauchi Naomasa.

Tsukauchi Naomasa was incredibly busy. That busy-ness was divided mostly evenly between desperately trying to find his best friend (who had evidently decided to make a hopefully brief foray into kidnapping teenagers) and trying to figure out what the commission was taking, because it had to be illegal. Oh, and putting together a complaint that the commission was infringing on police prerogatives.

Honestly, he wasn’t sure how much traction that last would get, since pro heroes had been steadily gaining more and more responsibilities even as the police were losing both them and the power that came with them. Not to mention Midoriya’s stunt with Hawks… Which… Naomasa just wanted to know why? What had the point of that been? On either side?

(Sometimes he wished he were friends with normal people. Like… he didn’t know… an accountant, maybe?)

(Not that he would give Toshinori up for the world. Just, some normalcy would be nice, too.)

He took a deep breath, remembered what he always told Toshinori about stress, and took a mouthful of room-temperature coffee.

In that thirty-second period, two more problems presented themselves to him.

One, his cell phone began to ring, displaying the contact information for Gran Torino.

Two, his email softly pinged, and a message from Principal Nezu asking for any images or videos Toshinori might have sent him slid into his inbox.

Briefly, Naomasa considered ignoring both of them, but that wasn’t a realistic option and was irresponsible besides. Contrary to his character.

He picked the lesser of two evils and answered Gran Torino’s call.

Garaki was going to have a mental breakdown. This was fitting because his car had broken down. Midoriya Inko was asking him if he thought that his ‘friend’ might come pick them up, if it was safe. If his ‘friend’ had a car.

This last had almost sent him into hysterics. Gigantomachia in a car oh-ho!

Except it wasn’t funny at all, as this was almost certainly going to result in his death at the hands of All for One. No matter that he considered the man his very dearest of friends, he was under no illusions about what All for One would do to him over this inexcusable error.

Perhaps he should just cut his losses and get one of the remote-activated noumu to come for them.

Then, inexorably and inevitably, things managed to get even worse.

“Stop the car!” shouted Tomura.

“But you said not to—”

“I know what I said! Stop the car!”

Tomura twisted to see out the rear passenger window. Everyone else turned to follow his gaze, effectively blocking his view.

“Get out of my way!” demanded Tomura.

There was some awkward, half-hearted shuffling.

“Does that look like anyone to you?” Tomura hissed.

“Yeah! Like the doctor!” said Toga.

“I’ve never seen him standing up, though,” said Spinner, dubiously. “It seems out of character.”

“I didn’t know he owned a car,” mused Compress, rubbing the bottom edge of his mask.

“Not him!” snapped Tomura. “The woman!” He pointed angrily at the rapidly approaching woman with green hair, narrowly avoiding dusting Mr. Compress’s top hat.

“Eh? What about her?” asked Spinner.

“Doesn’t she look familiar to you?”

“To be honest, everyone without mutation quirks looks kind of the same to me.”

“Someone without face blindness.”

“Oh! She looks like Izu-kun! Do you think that’s his mom?”

The woman knocked on the window of the car. Twice, unhelpfully rolled it down.

“Thank you so much for stopping, we—Oh!” She took a step back.

She apparently recognized them. Joy. He was going to unpack his feelings about this woman later.

“Hey, doc,” rasped Tomura, annoyed. “What the hell have you been doing?”

“Ahem,” said Garaki, finally stepping out from behind the car. “I didn’t expect to see you here, Shigaraki Tomura.”

“Because you blew us off and stranded us in the middle of Musutafu?”

“No,” said Garaki, in a way that absolutely meant ‘yes.’ “I knew you were resourceful enough to safely make it out of the city.”

“Oh, yeah? Really? You—”

Compress chose that moment to slam his face into the back of Tomura’s head. Tomura steadied himself automatically on one of the car’s uprights, which cracked dangerously under his hand. He pulled back as if burned.

When he looked up, the gremlin’s mother was halfway to the tree line with – What was that in her hand?

He looked back over his shoulder.

That was Twice’s goddamn mask.

Compress, for some reason, was also missing his stupid mask (and covering his face like the dramatic weirdo he was), and Toga basically had hearts in her eyes. Spinner was being Spinner, and therefore ninety percent useless. He was lucky he was fun to play games with.

How to make her stop?

“Hey!” he shouted. “We have your son!”

This was a lie, as far as he knew (unless Dabi had snatched him on his way back; it wasn’t impossible), but, he was a villain.

The green-haired woman stopped and turned back, allowing Tomura a full view of her expression.

He decided that he regretted everything.

“Okay,” said Izuku, multitasking by letting Two pick the lock on the League’s safe, “considering Gigantomachia’s ability to track by smell and the questionable running water, we can’t just sneak out. He’ll find us. So… I think our best play is getting him to attack Shigaraki, and then when they’re both distracted, we run for it.”

Toshinori nodded and sighed. “If only we had a giant jug of perfume. We could throw it at his face and disrupt his ability to smell us.”

“I mean, I found a whole bunch of garbage a way back. That isn’t perfume, but it does stink.”

“No, no, your plan is superior. We’d draw too much suspicion if we attacked him like that. Perfume could be written off.”

“Yeah, I can see that. Because perfume is a ‘nice’ thing.”

“Indeed.”

“It isn’t actually very nice to have it all over you, though,” said Izuku.

“No,” agreed Toshinori. “It isn’t.”

The safe popped open.

“I won’t ask if you don’t.”

“Deal.”

“But, anyway, assuming we do get away, what then? Where do we go? And—Wow. The League of Villains is broke. I almost feel bad.”

“I was going to say Deika, but that’s too far, now, and we don’t know if Gigantomachia will come after us,” said Toshinori. “Drawing him to a place full of civilians would be irresponsible.”

“Yeah,” said Izuku. He frowned, pulling his head from the safe, and glanced out the window. “What about the Wild Wild Pussycats?”

“What about them?” asked Toshinori.

“They’re near here, aren’t they? And they’ve got that whole complex, so, I mean… I don’t know how they feel about us right now, but it wouldn’t be a terrible place to hide. Would it?”

“I’d hate to bring all of this down on them as well,” said Toshinori. “But… That being said, I don’t believe they’re actually there. They were taking some time off because of what happened to Ragdoll.”

“That makes sense,” said Izuku. “Should we take the risk?”

“I’m unsure if we have a choice, my boy. We could try roughing it, but that puts us in a very vulnerable position.”

“And we can’t stay here, with the League.”

“No, we can’t.”

“Okay.” Izuku sighed and started to thumb through the League’s collection of fake IDs, looking for something he could use. “Wild Wild Pussycats it is. We’ve got to convince Machia to attack Shigaraki, and… then we sneak out the back while they’re fighting.” He shook his head. “It sounds really unheroic when I put it that way.”

“Under these circumstances, I think heroic is the set of actions where no one dies.”

His mentor was right. Izuku still felt weird about this, though. (The pettiness was completely different.)

Not to mention…

He put the last of the fake IDs away and massaged his temples. “They’re doing something weird in there,” he said. “I’m going to check on them. I might be out of it.”

“Don’t worry,” said Toshinori, patting Izuku on the shoulder. “I’ll keep an eye on things out here.”

(Perhaps all of this could have gone unsaid, what with their connection, but saying things out loud made them easier to organize.)

“Hey!” shouted Izuku over the roaring wind. “Stop that!”

“Are you going to fight me, Nine? All by yourself?”

“No,” said Izuku, somehow contriving to look down his nose at her despite the height difference and the fact that Tempest was floating several meters in the air. “I won’t have to. Because I have a secret weapon.”

Ochako could almost see Tempest roll her eyes.

“And,” shouted Izuku, “do you seriously think I just wanted to be part of the system? Are you serious? I wanted to help people. People the system failed. It isn’t like they’re responsible for the system either!” He waved his hand to indicate Ochako, Iida, Todoroki, and Aizawa.

“I’d argue about your hobo teacher. Is this your secret weapon?”

“No, this is, Great-Aunt Miranda.”

Tempest opened her mouth, then closed it again. The wind began to die down. “I’m – I don’t know what the point of that was—"

“Neither do I! What’s the point of this?”

“The point is determining whether or not you have people you can rely on, or a bunch of backstabbers who’ll hand you over to a government lab as soon as it’s convenient!” She stabbed a finger at Ochako. “She’s just in ‘heroics’ for the money!” She pointed at Iida. “He’s only here because it’s traditional for his family.” She gestured at Todoroki with her other hand. “He’s doing it mostly out of spite. And who knows what your hobo teacher is doing this for!”

“There’s nothing wrong with any of that!” protested Ochako. “You must have your own motivations, too!”

“She does!” shouted Izuku. “Considering what they are, you have no room to be criticizing Iida! Besides, you don’t even like me!”

“This isn’t about liking you or disliking! You’re the—” Tempest visibly cut herself off, then took a deep breath. She set herself down on the street. “Knowing what we do now about certain things, a fourteen-year-old would not have been my first choice.”

“Excuse me! We’re all sixteen!” said Iida.

“You’re sixteen now, it’s – The fact of the matter is that you’re children. Naïve children.”

“Oh my gosh, you were younger than I was when you—”

“I was kidnapped and tortured—”

“I know, but why are you taking it out on—”

“By the government that you are trying to lick the boot of—”

“Did you see what they did to Suzuki?”

Ochako felt like she was spectating a very passionate tennis match.

“If it means anything,” said Aizawa, dragging himself out of the pile of rubble he’d been thrown into by the wind, “I’m just trying to keep my kids alive as long as possible.”

“Then expel them! Stop them from becoming literal child soldiers!”

“I do,” said Aizawa.

“He does,” confirmed Ochako, who was well acquainted with Aizawa’s reputation.

“He really does,” seconded Todoroki.

“I used to see Tensei’s group chat, and every time he expelled someone…” Iida shivered.

“Huh,” said Todoroki. “Is that why you’re so… insistent about rules?”

“Of course not! Rules are important regardless of why so many students were expelled during the first month of school!”

“So, why didn’t you expel these ones?”

“If you honestly believe the problem child wouldn’t have flung himself at the first villain he saw after that and dove straight into vigilantism, you don’t know him very well.” He sighed, standing, and brushed dust and pebbles out of his tracksuit. “That goes for these three as well. They’re insane and it’s not my fault.”

“Isn’t saving others what heroes do?” asked Izuku, walking closer to Tempest. Ochako wanted to run out and grab him, but this whole ordeal had just shown how useless that would be. “No matter what?”

“Not no matter what. This is why I…” She shook her head, sighing. “Not no matter what.” She leaned forward, her hands on her hips. “Don’t die. You do realize what will happen if you die, right? I don’t have to spell it out for you?”

“N-no,” said Izuku.

“Besides which, I’m not a hero.”

“You saved people,” protested Izuku.

“And, as your friends pointed out, I’ve killed, too.”

“I know,” said Izuku. “But you aren’t a bad person.”

“Lots of people kill during wars,” said Ochako, going to stand by Izuku, “and that’s what you were fighting in, wasn’t it? I mean, I don’t know a lot about that time, but…”

“You wouldn’t. It’s been over a hundred years.”

Izuku nodded. “This fight isn’t doing anything, though. None of us want them here if the vault opens.”

“The what?” asked Iida. “The vault.”

“Hopefully,” said Izuku, “you won’t have to worry about it.”

“The fight did do something, though,” said Tempest.

“What?” asked Izuku.

“For one,” said Tempest, “it made you think. For the other…” Her eyes flicked over Ochako and the others. “Everyone you fight will have their own reasons. Remember that.”

As they walked down the street, storms still brewing overhead, Ochako kept catching glimpses of children in the alleyways and cross streets.

“Who are they?” she asked, unable to help herself.

“My sister and I,” answered Tempest, brusquely. Ochako, watching the back of the woman’s head, saw her twitch slightly towards one of the alleys. “About the time we were taken.”

“Taken by who?” asked Todoroki.

Tempest laughed. The sound was entirely humorless. “That government you’re so eager to serve. You’ve noticed, I hope, that my sister and I aren’t completely Japanese?”

“Yes?” said Todoroki. “I’m not blind, after all.”

“Todoroki,” said Aizawa in a warning tone.

“Good for you. Our mother was Japanese. Dad was American. We went back and forth to see the family. Problem was, everyone on Mom’s side quirks. We didn’t even realize it. The government tracked the weather disturbances to our movements and raided our family reunion. Never saw my parents again. Never saw anyone, for that matter, except my sister and my aunt – Dad’s side – who tried to smuggle us out and got shot for it. We spent four years in that hell before Ryuji rescued us.”

“You’re more open about this than I would have expected,” said Aizawa.

Tempest sneered. “Why wouldn’t I be? I’m a terrorist, and people only become terrorists if they want to make a statement. Which I did. Trust me when I say this, Nine, if the hero commission took you into ‘custody,’” she spat the word like it was dirty, “you’d be in the same boat. What do you children think they do to all those high-profile criminals in Tartarus? The ones that are held indefinitely in a private prison without even a show trial?”

“I know, Three,” said Izuku, far more calmly that Ochako would have been able to. “That’s one of the reasons I wanted to be a hero. It’s easier to change systems from the inside.”

“Not this system.”

“No,” said Izuku, “but then I had no idea this part of the system even existed. They do a lot to hide it, after all.”

“Hm,” grunted Tempest, skeptically.

The buildings began to thin out, interspersed with wilderness. The road rapidly graded narrowed into a one-lane road, then gravel.

“Is this normal?” asked Ochako.

“We have more control over our environments than the other ones. You’ve noticed that only Eight and Nine had multiple versions of themselves running around and being confusing.”

“I didn’t do that on purpose,” said Izuku.

“Exactly. Any of us could send an army of ourselves against you. Only those two don’t have a choice about it. Amateurs.”

“Shouldn’t they have had the same amount of time as—” started Ochako. She broke off as a series of concrete walls topped with barbed wire rose up in front of them, scraping at the surrounding trees, shedding clumps of dirt.

The trees fell away, leaving a clear, baren space between the walls and the trees. Slightly beyond the structure moonlight glinted off the surface of a lake.

“Well. Welcome to Jinoshi Lake Camp, kids.” Tempest turned, putting her hands on her hips. “This is where I met Ryuji. And…” She glanced up at the walls. “This is as far as I go.”

“You aren’t going to show us where to find this ‘Ryuji?’” asked Aizawa.

“I promised myself I’d never go back there.” She jerked her head over her shoulder. “I’m not revisiting it for you.” She started walking away. “Have fun.”

#bnha #boku no hero academia #fic #my fic #long night in the valley

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sleepybutwriting · 4 years

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Easy As Riding A Bike | Midoriya x Reader

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Pairing: Midoriya x Reader

Summary: Midoriya teaches you how to ride a bike.

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“I-it's not that impressive,” Midoriya blushed, deflecting your compliment.

“You’re way too hard on yourself,” you argued, “I mean, you have the coolest quirk ever! You just go WOooOOoOsh, and then Pow, and Bam-Bam. How is that not cool!?” You shouted flailing around and imitating his movements as you jumped around the classroom. You definitely didn't look as cool as he did, but that didn't stop you from trying.

“Hey, dumbass! Keep it down,” a deep voice shouted at you. Poor Bakugo was tired. He was staying up all night studying to get his hero license and his lack of sleep was making him even grumpier than usual.

You gave him a sheepish grin as you apologized, but he didn’t even acknowledge it as he returned his head to his desk, trying to get a nap in before Aizawa came in and class officially began.

You returned to your seat next to Midoriya and picked up where you left off as if nothing happened. “So...yeah. So cool.”

“Really Y/N, it's harder than you think. I know it looks cool, but it actually takes a lot of work and focus. B-but that's just b-because it's me. I have to train really hard. I’m sure if you had my powers it would be as easy as riding a bike for you to pick up,” he joked.

But you didn't laugh. Instead, you just looked down and played with your fingers, a nervous habit you picked up as a kid that you never really grew out of. “Midoriya. If I tell you something do you promise not to tell anyone?”

He didn't say anything. Noticing your quick change in mood he nodded nervously leaning in towards you allowing you to whisper in his ear.

“I don't know how to ride a bike,” you confessed. The boy visibly relaxed at your statement and released a long breath.

“Oh. Is that it? You really scared me Y/N. You just looked so serious.” He let out a small chuckle as he placed his hand over his fast-beating heart in an effort to slow it.

“What do you mean ‘is that it?’ It’s embarrassing. What kind of hero can't even ride a bike.” You groaned.

“You know. If it means that much to you I wouldn't mind teaching you.”

You popped your head up in excitement unable to hide the way your eyes lit up at his statement. “You really mean it? I mean, I won't be too much trouble will I?”

You were just too cute. “Of course not. Are you free after school? We can do it at my house.”

“That sounds great! I’ll see you then.”

Midoriya absolutely loved seeing the excitement grow in your eyes as he pulled out his bike. But as soon as you jumped on, him holding the bike upright so you wouldn't lose your balance. He saw all that excitement drain away and was soon replaced by fear.

“Hey, it's okay. Honestly.” He soothed, gaining your attention, “I won't let go until you’re ready.” You smiled and nodded quickly placing each foot on a pedal.

It was stupid to be scared you knew this, but this was something completely new to you so of course, it's only natural to be a little frightened.

You took a deep breath and began to push down with your legs. Your arms shook violently as you tried to keep your balance but Midoriya kept a tight grip on the back of the bike. This continued on until eventually, you started to smooth out a little, but you still didn't allow Midoriya to let go just yet.

“You know I can't hold on forever. I-I mean I-I’m not trying to rush you or anything, b-but I think you really got the hang of it now.” He said after a while. He didn't want to push you into something you weren't comfortable with. In fact, he wouldn’t mind spending the whole day with you like this. The two you so close together.

Every now and again you'd freak out a little and he would encourage you, reassuring you that he still had you. He meant what he said, he couldn't hold on forever, even though he really wanted to. But he also didn't care what you did as long as he got to stay this close with you. But at this point, he felt as if he was holding you back. “You're doing really well and haven't tipped over in a while. S-so if you feel up to it I mean.”

“O-okay. I’m ready. You're right. I got this.” But you couldn't tell if you were telling him, or just trying to reassure yourself.

Once given permission Midoriya released his death grip from the back of the bike allowing you to ride on your own. And it went well, that was until a cat ran out right in front of you. Midoriya had taught you how to use the breaks, but in the heat of the moment, you panicked and tried to turn so fast the bike slipped out from under you, causing you to fall right on your side. The side of your face smacking into the ground when you crashed down.

“Y/N!” Midoriya was over you in a seconde quickly helping you to your feet and inspecting you for any injuries. The only injuries you had were on your knees and your right cheek from where you fell against the concrete. You didn't have to see it to know that it was scraped. You felt the burning on the side of your face.

“Y/N, I am so sorry. You weren't ready. I shouldn't have pressured you. Let me help clean you up.”

“It’s fine. I’m okay. I just panicked that's all.” You felt embarrassed for losing your balance like that and having Midoriya blame himself made you feel worse.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, “Today was probably the worst day ever.”

“Actually, I had fun with you today. I mean besides when I wasn't falling over or being paralyzed with fear. We should hang out together more often.”

“Well, you know Momo is throwing a pool party. We should go together.” He stated but began to panic as he saw you visibly tense at this statement “O-or not. I-I mean we…”

“No no no.” You tried to defend, “I would love to go with you. It’s just that um… I don't really know how too, um…” you slowly began to fade out as embarrassment began to sink in, but he knew what you were trying to say.

“Oh. In that case. Same time tomorrow? We can meet after school at the pool. And don't worry,” he explained, confidence suddenly overcoming him as he gently ran the back of his hand over your injured cheek “I’ll make sure to take better care of you this time. And if you don't learn how to swim in time for the party I’ll just give you a piggyback in the water.”

“You can't hold me the entire time,” you laughed.

“Why not? I wouldn't mind at all.” In fact, he would prefer it if you didn't learn how to swim just so he would have an excuse to hold you all day. That would be a dream come true. For both of you, but neither of you were going to admit that to the other.

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Fifty Shades of Billy Part 5

A/N- I'm sorry it took me so long to update this but this pregnancy is killing me and whenever I have spare time, I'm sleeping 😩 i finally did it though! Woo hoo! I think I'm leaving this fic here for now as I'm losing the inspiration for it but I'll hopefully come back and update in the future. This one was so long that I exceeded the character limit 😑 didn't even know that was possible! Make sure.you click the 'continue reading' link at the bottom

18+ only!

Summary- Stuck in the showers with Billy and Steve right outside, will you be caught?

Word count- 5.2K

Warnings- Swearing, Smoking, Smut, Masturbation, Dangerous driving and Fighting

Pairing- Billy Hargrove X You

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.

Posted: 21st September 2019

"Billy shh stop, he's coming" you panted in between thrusts and Billy biting your neck.

"Well I kind of hoped it would be us doing the coming" he growled into your ear while he let your legs down so you could stand.

"Seriously, you have to go out there, I don't want him seeing me like this" you looked down at your naked state, your legs shaking with need and your pussy dripping with want.

"You mean you don't want him to see how good I've fucked you?" Lifting his eyebrow teasingly and standing back to admire you.

"Billy. Go" you pushed him gently.

"Ok. Ok." he muttered to himself, stepping out the shower and grabbing a spare towel to wrap around his waist before Steve comes around the corner.

"Harrington. You come to see if you can check out the size of my dick? Worried I'll beat you in that department too?"

"Whatever Hargrove, I could hear talking?" He questioned looking around the room and running his fingers through his hair.

You were panicking, he was literally stood right outside your cubicle. You were still wet, naked and desperate for Billy to come and finish what he started. You were really hoping he wouldn't look under the door and see your feet.

"Think you're imagining things Harrington" Billy laughed moving in front of Steve just in case he opened the cubicle door and checked for himself.

"I know what I heard" Steve said, turning to leave and making sure to barge against Billy subtly as he walked past him.

"Fucking dick" Billy muttered to himself. You peeked over the door to see Billy with his hands in fists and jaw clenched. You were proud of him for fighting his anger and not immediately storming after Steve.

"Oi. Get in here hargrove. I haven't finished with you yet" you whispered once you knew Steve was out of ear shot. You saw Billy's anger dissolve into lust as his face softened and fists relaxed. Billy opened the door, biting his lip as he layed eyes on your naked body again.

"Get your clothes on, I've got a plan. I want to fuck you properly" he winked, turning to find his clothes. You followed Billy, excited at whatever Billy had in mind. You found your clothes on the locker room floor and quickly got dressed, watching Billy's muscles flex as he pulled on his shorts. He really was a beautiful specimen of man.

"Do you think Steve saw our clothes all over the floor" your eyebrows raised at the realisation. You reached out to tuck Billy's tag back into his shirt and looked up to his face.

"Who cares?" Billy leaned down and gently kissed you on the forehead. "Come on" he grabbed your hand and pulled you excitedly out of the locker room, practically running. You were worried about what Steve was going to say to people, he wouldn't have been able to miss your clothes scattered about the locker room. But maybe he didn't realise they were yours? Anyway you were far too excited to find out where Billy was taking you, to think about it right now.

Billy pulled you through the sports hall and down the now empty school corridors. The look on his face was contagious, you'd definitely never seen this giddy, excitable side of Billy before. The more sides of Billy you saw, the more you liked him. He was unpredictable and you loved it.

Billy barged into the main doors, almost knocking them off the hinges as he ran out into the car park, his hand still clenching yours. You were disoriented by the darkness,not expecting at all.

"How long have we actually been in there?" You panted.

"Get in" he waggled his eyebrows at you while he held his car door open.

"Where we going" you looked at him confused before climbing in the passenger seat.

"It's a suprise" he said leaning in the door and giving you a kiss before closing the door, looking rather pleased with himself.

You were feeling rather pleased with yourself too, who'd have thought that Billy hargrove would be giddy about taking you somewhere. You would've never guessed that Billy would be romantic and take girls on dates, you'd always imagined him to be more of a wham bam, thank you ma'am. You were secretly hoping that it was just you he was like this with and the other girls were just sex.

Billy proudly laid his hand on your thigh and gripped softly, while rock music quietly played in the background. You couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the anticipation of what this could turn in to. The feel of his fingers digging into your inner thigh making you want him right there and then.

You lean over to billy, desperate to touch him while he smiles brightly at you. You're practically straddling the gear stick as you smooth your hand down the front of Billy's tight jeans, feeling his cock twitch in response. Billy pushed himself off his seat and into your cupped hand, grinding against it as he groaned. You nibble on Billy's ear, he keeps his eyes on the road as he turns his mouth to meet yours. Biting and pulling his lip as you break the kiss, he briefly glances at you, the need oozing from him like a scent. You can feel the wetness pooling in your panties as you bite on your bottom and slowly pull down your shorts.

He looks from you to the road and then back to you, his teeth biting into his lip as he restrained himself from taking his hands from the wheel and killing you both. You were enjoying teasing him, understanding now why Billy also enjoys teasing you. You leant against the car door so you were facing Billy, with your knees up either side of you, as you pulled the gusset of your panties to the side. Billy's eyes widened as he inhaled deeply, he swallowed as he glanced at your exposed pussy and back to the road. You were making him nervous, you could tell by the way he was fidgeting in his seat and tugging at the chain around his neck.

You stared at billy as you slowly sucked on your finger all the way to the knuckle and then inserted a second finger to lubricate. Billy's driving was becoming erratic now as he concentrated more on you than the road.

"Do I make you nervous Billy?" You teased as Billy smoothed his hair from his sweaty forehead. You ran your fingers down your slit gathering up the wetness while Billy licked his lips.

"I had no idea you were this naughty" Billy said mesmerized with the way you swirled your fingers inside your pussy. Billy struggled in his seat as his expanding cock strained against his tight jeans.

"I need to pull over. Now." Billy groaned looking at you once more before pulling into the nearest rest stop and wasting no time pulling down his jeans. You were thankful it was dark but still turned on by the fact you could be caught.

Billy pulled you onto his lap and growled as he ripped your panties, pushing himself into you. Your rhythms fall into synchronisation as you grind into his thrusting hips. He reaches forward and pulls you into his lips, ravishing you with sloppy, desperate kisses.

"I want you so bad" he whispered into your ear breathlessly. Your head fell back as your pace quickened, Billy watching your breasts bounce in the moonlight.

Billy held onto you, pushing you down on his cock as he thrusted into you. You both moaned out as you climaxed together and you laid on his chest, panting.

"I'm not letting you go" Billy said as he kissed your head and smoothed back your hair so he could see your face.

"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend Billy?" You teased sitting up so you could see if he was joking. He looked back at you, seriously, before shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.

"I think I am" he smiled waiting for your answer while he was still inside you.

"Well if you are, I definitely would. I think I've turned you soft--" you teased pushing Billy's shoulder and climbing back into your chair to get dressed. "-- where were we supposed to be going anyway?"

"It's a suprise, I'll take you another time. Right now I think I need to get you home, before your folks send out a search party." Billy said while reaching out for your hand and kissing the back of it and then pulling his jeans back on.

You couldn't help but smile all the way home, you had no idea things were going to work out this way. Billy wanted you just as much as you wanted him and now you weren't going to let go. The way Billy had forgotten about everything and allowed himself to get lost with you, tonight, was magical. It will definitely be a night you aren't going to forget, you just wish it didn't have to end. As if on cue, Billy pulled up outside your house, still holding tightly to your thigh. You both sat in silence for a couple of minutes, neither of you wanting to say goodbye.

"You know --"

"I --" you both began to talk at the same time making you both laugh..

"You could probably sneak through my window, my parents are probably fast asleep by now" you asked hopefully. Looking at Billy with doe eyes and fluttering your lashes.

"How can I say no to that face. I'll see you in there babe" Billy replied leaning over to kiss your lips, the excitement on both your faces so obvious.

************

You opened your window and looked out at Billy, giving him the signal that it was safe for him to join you. You changed into some silky pajama shorts and cami top - hoping to please Billy - before climbing into bed and waiting for him.

After what seemed like forever, Billy's boot crashed on to your floor, followed by his other one.

"I thought you'd changed your mind" you smiled, watching Billy undress.

"Definitely not, I can't wait to get in there. Move up" he winked while climbing into bed behind you and wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. Spooning up as close as possible to you so you could feel every inch of his body against you. He was warm and soft and the feeling of having him cuddle up to you was amazing, you wanted him here every night.

You turned around to face Billy, wrapping your legs around each other until you fit together perfectly. He brushed your hair from your face while he gazed at you, waiting for you to speak.

"You know I'm going to have to try make it up with Steve and probably still go to the party with him tomorrow. Its the least I owe him." You told Billy, biting your gum and anxiously waiting for his reaction.

"Why would you owe him anything?" Billy scoffed, moving back to search your face.

"Erm... I might've kinda used him to make you jealous" you said looking up at Billy through your eyelashes, doing your best to look cute so he wouldn't get angry.

"Ohhhhh. So that was all a ploy for you to get your wicked way with me?" Billy raised his eyebrows "I like your style" Billy laughed pulling you close. You were surprised by his reaction, you thought he was going to be angry or jealous but instead you seemed to have polished his ego.

"It worked didnt it?" You smiled "but I definitely owe him for dragging him into this"

Billy pulled you under his arm so your head rested on his chest and he could stroke the back of your hair. The relaxing feeling and the steady rise and fall of his chest soon had you fast asleep.

************

You share a ride with Billy to school, both of you unable to shake the smiles from your faces. That is until you pull up into the parking lot and spot max stood in Billy's usual spot with her hands on her hips - she did not look Happy. You'd been so lost in each other that you'd completely forgot about anyone else, that included max on both your parts. You were supposed to meet Max at the mall and Billy was supposed to give Max a ride to school. Hopefully she'll understand, young love and all that.

"Ah shit" Billy says while exhaling, clearly not ready for any drama. He looks at you and nods his head - asking if you're ready - you nod back at Billy and take a deep breath. Let's do this.

Max was actually tapping her foot on the ground, growing more and more impatient. You were surprised she didn't start waggling her finger at you both, the way she was stood looking like a teacher - you tried to hold back your giggle knowing that would make things so much more worse.

You step out of the car Infront of Max, why did she have to be stood at my side, I could do with a couple more minutes to think through what I want to say, you thought smiling awkwardly at Max.

"Well I was going to ask you both where you'd been but I think it's pretty obvious" Max looked you both up and down, you actually felt like you were being scolded.

"Alright mom, what's the problem?" Billy asked cockily, placing his arm around your waist.

"So is this a thing now?" Motioning to both of you with her head "guess that's where you were last night"

"Max I'm really sorry for standing you up, we lost track of time" you glanced at Billy from the corner of your eye and saw him smirking.

"Ok. Eww. This is weird" Max said not knowing where to look, shuffling on the spot. "What are we actually going to wear to the party tonight then? Seen as though you didn't bother to meet me" Max finished, changing the subject. You were definitely going to have to deal with Max's frostiness for a while.

"This is definitely girl talk, I'll catch you both later." Billy held your hands by your sides as he leant down to kiss you, you standing on your tip toes to reach up him. He lets go of one of your hands to cup your chin, holding on to you as he kisses you again. Not wanting to let go of each other or be apart for any length of time, you forget where you are until Max clears her throat.

"This is definitely going to take some getting used to." Max said while facing the opposite direction.

"See you at lunch babe" Billy said while winking at you and gently pushing Max's shoulder as he walked past.

Max walked with you to class while you discussed your costume options for the party tonight when you spotted Steve stood by the lockers. He was surrounded by his usual posse of friends who massaged his ego by laughing at his jokes even when they weren't funny. You rolled your eyes as you approached Steve, his eyebrow cocking as he realises you were coming over.

"I need to apologize to Steve, come with?" You ask really needing her moral support right now.

"Sure, this should be interesting" she tags along behind you as you approach Steve's group, feeling increasingly uncomfortable.

"Hi can I talk to you a minute?" You ask sheepishly trying not to look at anyone but Steve.

"Hmm, if you must" Steve replied, shrugging his shoulders and smirking at Carol. While carol glared at you, Max glared at her, reminding you of why you needed Max to have your back. You smiled and nodded at Max, silently showing your appreciation.

"I just, sort of... Wanted to apologize for Billy having a go at you. You --" you started.

"You're apologizing for your boyfriend, how sweet." Steve interrupted sarcastically, looking at Carol for approval.

"Erm not really... I just wanted you to know I'd go to the party with you, if you still wanted me to" you said nervously. You definitely thought it was a good idea to hand out a olive branch to Steve but when he starts laughing in your face you realise it really wasn't. You wish you hadn't bothered apologizing to this jumped up dick who was laughing at you when you were trying to hr nice. You didn't think that maybe it was because he was hurt and embarrassed.

"Yeah, I think I'm ok" Steve said coldly after he'd finished laughing at you. His behaviour and rudeness was making you more and more angry.

You looked at Max, gritting your teeth, she knew you were angry so pulled on your arm. As Max began to lead you away you looked back over your shoulder, just to get the last word in.

"No need to be a dick, I was only asking because I felt sorry for you" you retorted.

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That school bell couldn't have rung quicker, you were out of the doors before it had even stopped ringing. Looking forward to a full weekend with Billy and Max, getting to know them both a little better.

You see Billy leant against his car, smoking a cigarette, the usual pose he had while waiting. You felt the warmth radiate through you as an equally warming smile spread across your face. Damn he was so hot, you couldn't believe he'd had his face in-between your crotch the day before. All the girls in this school and he chose you and the way he was smiling at you, you think he was feeling the same way.

"Hi baby, good day?" Billy asked putting his arm around you and pulling you in for a sweet hug. Billy held his cigarette packet out to you so you took one and stood Infront of Billy while he continued leaning on his car. You move closer to Billy so your stood in between his legs as he flicks his cigarette to the side and wraps his arms around you so his hands were resting on your ass. People were staring and whispering again but you really didn't care.

"No, not at all. I tried to apologize to Steve but he was a complete dick" you said looking up at Billy.

"Well, I mean, I could've told you that" Billy said rolling his eyes and smirking. You gently hit Billy on his shoulder

"Guys can we keep the PDA to like a minimum until I get used to this?" Max said coming up from behind you.

"I'm making no promises --" Billy said holding both his hands up in the air "-- I can't keep my hands off her" he said while slapping your ass.

"Billy really? Stop it --" you squeeled, pushing Billy's hands away as he tried to lift you over his shoulder. "-- it's not fair on Max"

"No it's really not" Max said making a gagging face and then laughing at you.

"Right, let's go get ready for this party" you say grabbing Max's hand excitedly, watching Billy roll his eyes at you both as he gets into the driver's seat. You and Max jump into the back seat, you were being cautious as to not leave Max out.

"Are you getting ready at ours?" Billy asks adjusting his rear-view mirror so he could see you, finding your face and giving you that hungry look while raising his eyebrows questioningly.

"Will that be ok?" You asked cautiously.

"Yeah don't worry, Niel's working away for the weekend" Max answered.

"Awesome, I'll have to nip home for some things first then" you said watching Billy eink at you through the mirror and feeling your knees go weak at his handsomeness.

************

Your Mom had saved day and left your Halloween costume on your bed for you and it was sexy! Your Mom was one of them Mom's who wanted to be more like your sister than your Mom. While it annoyed you most of the time it definitely had it's perks this time when she's bought you a sexy Halloween costume and not come back with a ridiculous Frankenstein costume.

"Oh my god! Billy is going to have a heart attack when he sees you in that" Max said staring at you with her mouth agape, if it had that effect on Max maybe she was right about the whole Billy having a heart attack thing.

You turned around in front of the mirror, checking out the skin tight, PVC cat suit. You added the ears on your head and finished your cat make up in the mirror.

"Your turn now missus" you said to Max as you slumped down on the bed and pointed to the bathroom door, knowing that this wasnt Max's thing at all and she would need encouragement. Max rolled her eyes at you before slumping off into the bathroom, dragging her knuckles along the floor as she went.

You lay back on the bed waiting for max when you hear a small knock at the door, your heart skips as you realise it must be Billy. You quickly get yourself into a sexy pose on the bed before shouting for Billy to come in.

The look on Billy's face was actually comical as his mouth almost touched the floor when he saw your outfit. He hasn't really made an effort with his outfit and was wearing his usual tight jeans and a black leather jacket, open, leaving him completely shirtless. You still couldn't help staring at his abs and how the lights made his sweat glisten.

"You look fucking hot. Can't we just stay here and have our own party?" Billy said while throwing himself on to the bed next to you and running his hands up and down your body.

"No way! You may have not made any effort Billy but it took ages to reach this perfection" you said jokingly.

"Well I hope it goes quick so I can get you back here --" Billy was interrupted by the lock on the bathroom door opening and Max poking her head around the corner.

"Guys this is like my worst nightmare" Max pouted.

"Come out and I'll help you with the finishing touches" you said standing up from the bed and waiting for Max while Billy continued laying on the bed with his arms behind his head.

Max sheepishly crept out from behind the bedroom door and you were surprised at how hot she looked, you're pretty sure your mouth hit the floor too. You were so used to seeing Max dressed as a tomboy that the sexy chucky outfit she was wearing was a shock. The Jean dungaree dress she was wearing coupled with the thigh high red stockings worked perfectly with her red hair.

"All we need to do now is add the scars to your face. You look super hot girl. Doesn't she Billy?" you said making Max spin around.

"Bit weird. Yeah you look good sis, can we go now? I want to get this over and done with" Billy said sitting up and spanking your ass again, this outfit is definitely too much of a temptation for Billy.

**************

As you step out of the car and make your way into the party, everyone stops to watch you. You strut up the driveway holding Max and Billys hand, enjoying the attention. You head to the kitchen looking for drinks, by the look on Max's face she definitely needs one. You get everyone drinks out of the punch bowl and Max downs hers in one before spooning herself another one.

"Slow down Max, I don't want to be carrying you home" you giggle, noticing Steve and his gang across the room and downing your own drink.

"I'll leave you girls to it, come find me later babe" Billy said leaning down to give you a kiss, you hear the exclaims of disappointment from the girls in the room and decide to really mark your territory. You grab hold of the back of Billy's head and pull him in for a full on passionate kiss, leaving you both breathless.

"Just marking my territory babe, be good" you tease and bite your lip as he laughs at you.

"Believe me, my eyes aren't straying anywhere. You're the fittest here, I can't wait to get you home." Billy said giving you one last smack on the ass before walking off to cause trouble.

You notice Steve drinking quite a lot and hope he stays out of Billy's way but to be fair you and Max were also drinking quite alot. You could feel the alcohol going to head making you feel fuzzy and unbalanced, you needed to sit down before you fell down.

You pulled Max outside with you, hoping the cool, night air would bring you round abit. As you sit on the wall you light up a cigarette and offer Max one, the cool air was definitely helping.

"What the hell's going on down there?" Max asked craning her neck to try and see over your head and the bushes behind you. You hadn't been paying attention to the noises that were coming from behind you but now Max had mentioned it you could hear cheers and a lot of commotion.

You jump down from the wall and head down the path towards the cheers to find Billy doing a handstand over a keg. You roll your eyes, you should've known it was Billy being the centre of attention. You shake your head as you laugh along with everyone, you couldn't help but feel a little bit proud.

"...40, 41, 42" everyone chanted, yourself and Max included.

"We've got ourselves a new keg king --" Tommy H shouted while raising Billy's Arm in the air "BILLY, BILLY, BILLY..." the chanting continued.

"That's how you do it, Hawkins--" Billy smiles widely as he spots you in the crowd "that's how you do it!" Billy pumps the air with his fist and lifts you up in his arms so you're straddling him. Billy's excitement was contagious, your cheeks were hurting from smiling so widely as the crowd continues to chant Billy's name.

Billy carries you to the house like his trophy, Tommy H and the crowd following behind cheering Billy on. Billy puts you back on the ground and tightly wraps his arm around your shoulder as you walk into the kitchen for a drink to celebrate.

Billy pulls you through the crowd to the kitchen where you realise Tommy H was approaching Steve. Your gut clenched as you realised this was a bad idea, you'd seen how much Steve had been drinking and Billy wasn't far behind. You pull on Billy's hand showing him your concern but he was still buzzing and didn't notice.

"We've got ourselves a new keg king, Harrington" Tommy H said to Steve. You could see the angry look in Steve's eye, you'd never seen him look this angry before and you could feel dread.

Billy pushed you behind him as he steps closer to Steve, the adrenaline still coursing through him, spurring him on. Steve leans forward into Billy's face and spits on him, you feel Billy's body tense as he anger begins to take over him. Your happiness is replaced by fear as you worry about what Billy will do to Steve. Billy grits his teeth as he scowls at Steve before hurling himself over the counter that was separating the both of them.

Your heart is beating out of your chest as you shout at Billy to stop. Billy lands a punch right on Steve's nose causing it to pop and splatter blood all over his face. People rush forward to grab Billy and Steve and separate them before anymore damage was done. They struggled against the restraint, desperately trying to get at each other.

"Why don't you just fuck off with your whore and leave me alone?" Steve spat at Billy.

"Don't fucking call her that, you pussy" Billy spat back. You were hurt by Steve calling you whore, you didn't think you deserved that.

"Well she is. I saw you both fucking in the showers. next time maybe don't leave your clothes laid out on the floor of the locker room --" Steve shouted venomously, turning to face you. Everyone was looking at you and talking about you and you could feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment. "-- She's nothing but a slut"

Billy lunges forwards, breaking free from his restraint and pulling three of the guys holding him back, to the ground. Quick as lightning Billy grabs Steve in a headlock pulling him away as he lays into him. The anger surging through him because of Steve insulting you. Billy grabs Steve by the throat and pushes him up against the fridge, knocking the contents over. Steve feet swing as he tries to plant them on the ground, Billy was holding up above ground by his throat and he wasn't letting go. The adrenaline and alcohol mixing together were making you feel faint but at the same time turned on by how protective Billy was of you.

A group of guys finally manages to pull Billy off of Steve, leaving him coughing and spluttering in a heap on the floor. Billy stands over Steve and spits on him before turning and walking away.

You push your way through the crowd, that had gathered to watch the fight, trying to catch up with Billy.

You finally make it outside but can't see Billy anywhere, so you sulk around the now quiet garden until you spot Billy sat by the pool.

Billy looks up from the ground as you approach and you notice the softness in his eyes as he realises it's you. You instantly relax when you realise he wasn't mad at you and he seemed to have calm down in general.

He pat's the wall next to him, motioning for you to sit next to him. He puts his arm around as you sit down and you cuddle up to his warmth.

"Are you ok babe? Thank you for standing up for me." You said resting your hand on his chest.

"I'm ok now, just wish I hadn't lost my temper so much" Billy said lowering his head again.

You lifted Billy's face to look at you again "You really weren't in the wrong Billy, he spat at you! I mean that is so low, he totally baited you"

"I suppose. I can't stand people calling you a slut just because you're with me, like there's a lot more to me than people know" Billy said nervously, the vulnerability taking over him again. Your heart warmed at the thought of Billy opening up to you so soon, in trusting you enough to be vulnerable in front of you.

"I know babe. Listen, I see you Billy, I see all of you" you say softly "I get you, I understand you. I want you, all of you. Even the parts of you that you don't like, I like them. I like your cockiness and how you don't take anybody's shit, but I love how protective and caring you are"

Taken aback and unable to find the right words to say to you, Billy chose to kiss you deeply instead, catching you by suprise and taking your breath away.

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rainy-knight · 5 years

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Your Beacon

Blake: "Oh please! Somebody, help me!!"

Blakes wrists were strapped to the bed In iron cuffs. She was currently being held captive in a small room by none other than Adam Taurus.

Adam: "Scream as loud as you wa-"

Bang!

Both Blake and Adam looks at the door, only to not hear anything else.

Adam: "...Scream as lo-"

BAM!

The door flew open slamming against the wall. In the entrance was a panicked looking Yang in her casual clothing. Her robot arm cocked and ready to go.

Blake: "Yang? But you're not suppose to be here yet. And weres your armour?"

Yang wasn't listening. Her eyes had zeroed in on the situation. Blake, her long time teammate chained and none other then the scum himself in all of his glory. Yang saw red.

Yang: "GET AWAY FROM HER!"

The blonde dashed in and reared back her fist. It was odd Adam had yet to draw his weapon but she took her chance. Yes! Her metallic fist dug into his jaw in a successful hit!

Only for him to pop into confetti.

Yang could only stand there stunned as the man she just hit popped like a balloon. Her mind just couldn't comprehend what just happened.

So she chose not to try.

Rushing to Blake's side the brawler held her teammates face.

Yang: "Blake! Are you okay? Give me a sec I'll set you free."

Blake: "Of course I'm fine, why are you not following the script?"

Yang: "Script? Blake what are you talking about?"

Yang jumped when the door once more slammed open. Yang could only watch in horror as it was herself that barged in decked in her fellow blonds armour.

Knight Yang: "Have no fear Blake, for no evil shall befall you while I'm here!"

Yang felt her mouth dry. Never in a million years would she do this, not even for Ruby's bed time stories. Yang's pointed her finger at the duplicate.

Yang: "Blake what the HELL is going on!"

Blake for her part was staring at the first yang. Her eyes becoming wide and her cheeks becoming red hot.

Blake: "Oh no...you're the real Yang. I want to die! Kill me now!"

Yang: "No! You're not going to die, what you're going to do is explain. Cause I'm losing my mind!"

Blake: "...you're kinda...in my dream."

Yang: "I'm sorry? Come again?"

Blake: "My dream Yang!" She pointed to the room all around her. "Adam going down in one hit, you coming to save me right on time. Even these stupid cuffs."

The chain on the cuffs broke like tinfoil. Blake could only sigh.

Yang: "C'mon kitcat, tell me what all this is about. I'm here for you. That and my heads about to explode."

Blake: "You really want to know?"

Yang: "Well yeah."

Blake: "When I was young, I was incredibly invested in the White Fang. Even left my family to stay with them, even more so to fallow the man I thought I loved. But as time went on we became more corrupt, but none more so then Adam. I felt trapped, if I stayed I may be forced to do something I would regret. And if I left."

Yang: "Hunt you down."

Blake nodded: "I did leave, I escaped to Beacon. And though I felt safe in the school, a tiny and childish part of me wish someone saved me from them, to swoop in and save me. So that's what I do here in my dream."

Yang pointed at her clone: "So why...this?"

Blake: "I may have fled to Beacon for safety, but you became my real beacon. You were so confident and strong, even when I slept you made me feels safe. So I fulfill that childish part of me that wanted to be saved that day."

Yang wiped a tear from her eyes: "Aw Blakey, I dont know what to say. That's so sweet, if a little messed up, but still so sweet. Come here yo-"

The door was once more kicked over sending Knight Yang sailing since she still by the door.

Jaune: "Have no fear Nora, for no evil shall befall you while I'm here...huh?"

Jaune stared at the both Yangs and Blake who was giving him a small smile.

Blake: "Hello again Jaune."

Jaunes cheeks became red: "Hi Blake...wrong room again?"

Blake: "Yes Jaune. Nora is seven doors down to the left."

Jaune: "Right. Goodbye Blake and Yang...and Yang? Anyways duty calls." Jaune all but dashed out the door. "IM COMING TO SAVE YOU NORA!"

Yang looked at her clone still on the floor.

Yang: "Explains why my clones in vomit boys gear."

Blake: "I did say me wanted to be saved was childish. I kinda thought it would be heroic of you to save me like in the fairy tales."

Yang moved to the bed and engulfed the girl in a warm hug, resting her chin on her head.

Yang: "No need for childish clones when you can have the real deal. I'm here to stay, and I'll save you as many times as I can partner."

Blake curled up to Yang, a small smile on her lips from the warm contact.

Blake: "Thank you yang."

#yang xiao long #blake bellodona #jaune arc #nora valkyrie #rwby #adam taurus

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honeyjaez · 5 years

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Maze of Miroh- Chapter 7 “Operation Save Jeongwoo Pt 2″

“What do you mean you lost them!?” Chan harsh growl cut through on the phone.

Jisung winced in response, knowing full well that this was bad. Woojin had wasted no time calling their leader and informing them of their current situation, causing Jisung to take the brunt of his wrath. He sheepishly ran a hand through his hair, standing up and away from his computer.

“I’m telling you hyung…” he said somewhat frantic “They walked in through the door, there a loud screech, like something cutting through my ear piece and then suddenly bam! I lost communication with them.”

“Jisung” Chan’s voice was hard, and Jisung knew he was gritting his teeth “We aren’t playing around here. You can’t just lose them. They are in an enemy base!”

“Don’t you think I know that hyung?” he growled back, his anxiety prickling though his voice. He sighed, catching his breath and pointing towards the monitor, knowing full well that Chan could not see what he was pointing at “Look I can still see their green little blimps on the screen which means they are still alive. I just can’t talk to them. Not unless whatever is jamming our signal is shut down.”

There was a long drawn out sigh on the other end of the line and Jisung knew their leader was thinking hard. Finally, after a few moments he heard his leader speak.

“Okay fine…. what do we need?” he asked

“Your permission to go down there and-“

“Absolutely not Jisung. We need you in van. What if the coms go back up? They boys will be walking around blindly.”

“Woojin is smart enough to tell them where NOT to go. And besides, unless I go down there and shut the jamming device down we won’t get our com’s back up and that’s even worse.”

“But Jisung you’re-“

“I’ll be fine hyung.” He cut the older boy off, voice cracking slightly.

“Fine….but I’m sending backup. Wait until he gets there.”

There was a commotion on the other end and Jisung assumed Chan was giving orders to someone.

“Do you hear me Jisung?” he called back “Do not move until he gets there.”

“Yes Dad” Jisung said while rolling his eyes.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>

“Jisung?” Changbin growled after the 5th failed attempt.

“Great. Just Great.” He huffed, he pressed down on his ear piece as they rode the elevator down. “Hyunjin? Can you hear me?”

Minho’s heart started to quicken as the silence was drawn out, no response coming. He watched as Changbin looked at him with darkened eyes, mirroring his worry.

“Seungmin?” he called

Nothing

Minho tried to swallow down the anxiety that was creeping on him. They were fine. They were totally and completely fine. Sure, they were trapped in a top secret governmental building with no communication on where they were going, nor eyes on where the bad guys were, but hey, the air conditioning at least felt nice. Changbin punched the elevator wall, his face morphing slightly into that of panic but it was gone in a second. He lifted his head and turned towards Minho who just stared at him, trying to hide the panic in his own eyes

“Follow me and don’t do anything stupid” the younger boy hissed, turning towards the entrance of the elevator.

Minho gulped loudly. Without Jisung they had no eyes. Those doors could open and there could be no one or there could be everyone on the other side. They just didn’t know.

But before he could psych himself out anymore the elevator slowed down, and the doors opened.

Minho’s heart stopped.

Right there in front of them, were two Agents, chatting casually towards one another neither looking towards the boys in the elevator. Changbin hissed, pushing Minho to the side of the elevator so as not to be seen. He pushed himself along the other side and the two boys froze in place. Minho felt himself clutch the wall behind him, needing something to take hold of as his heart roared in his ears. “Did they notice us?”

Minho began to hyperventilate, his breathing beginning to labor, despite knowing the need to be quiet. He suddenly found that the black object in his hand now felt like it weighed 100 pounds and he clutched it tightly, his whole body shaking. His stomach dropped when he saw the tip of a gun entering the elevator and he shut his eyes tight preparing himself for the pain that was to come.

They were going to die.

A yell from Changbin snapped Minho out of his thoughts and he opened his eyes to see Changbin, small little Changbin surprising the two Agents who did not expect intruders in the evaluator, because they struggled to get to their guns. Changbin took their moment of confusion and slashed a knife out at one of the Agents throats. A horrifying gurgling noise came from his mouth as blood poured out of the wound. He stumbled his way until he turned towards Minho, grabbing for him in a last ditch effort, his eyes wide with fear as blood poured out. Minho slinked down on the floor, covering his head in protection as his anxiety got the best of him. He couldn’t do anything, couldn’t even move. But before the dying man could get a hold of him, his body crumpled to the ground in a pile of limbs. Minho’s eyes widened as it latched onto the knife embedded deep within his skull. His eyes then latched onto Changbin’s, who was holding the other Agents, now wounded in his leg and holding a gun to his head. He was breathing heavily and Minho realized with a flash of guilt that in the mere seconds that he was cowering in fear, Changbin took action, saving both of them without even blinking.

“Where.” He hissed, out of breath “Is the security room?”

The Agent’s breathing was heavy, his body in too much pain from the knife wound in his leg to concentrate. He let out a pained chuckle. “Go to hell” He managed to cough out.

Minho barley heard any of it because his eyes were glued towards the dead body laying centimeters from him. Sure he knew of death, but seeing death and murdering were two very different things. This wasn’t what he signed up for.

“Suit yourself” Changbin muttered darkly, pressing the knife harder into his throat.

“W-Wait!” Minho hissed, stopping the younger boy in his tracks.

“What?!” he jeered “You wanna ask him nicely where Jeongwoo is?!”

“I just…” he was panicking, throwing his head left and right “do we really have to kill him?”

“Listen here Princess,” Changbin hissed “I know you’re new to this and all, but in our line of work you generally don’t want any one seeing you when you infiltrate a hideout. Which means” he inched the knife closer to the man’s throat “He has to die!”

“Wait Wait Wait” he reasoned. “Let’s think for a second!” Minho whispered “Maybe we uh can use him!” he snapped his fingers “Yeah! Maybe we can use him to the security room!”

“Are you insane?” Changbin asked him in disbelief.

“No, but I am having a mild panic attack here!” Minho bit back, causing the younger to raise his eyebrows in question.

“A mild one?”

“Shut up ass hole!”

“Look Princess” Changbin now growled “If you can’t stomach it then head back outside where the van is and leave this to the adults!” his hand began inching towards the man’s throat again,

Minho bit his lip, his annoyance with the younger boy causing some of his anxiety to vanish. “You do know that I am older than you right?”

Changbin scoffed, not noticing his grip on the Agent loosening “Could have had me fooled”

The guard took their bickering as a chance to escape and banged his head up against Changbin’s face. The smaller boy was taken by surprise and lost his grip completely as he held his head. Minho scurried off the floor as the guard took his chance and scrambled up as well. The two stood still, looking at each other. Minho raised his gun, his hands shaking uncontrollably.

“D-Don’t” he warned. The Agent scoffed at him and slowly inched his way towards his gun. Minho in a last ditch effort took the gun off the safety “I’m warning you”

“You won’t do it” the foreign voice huffed, his tone laced with pain as he limped on his leg. Minho bit his lip, trying to stand firmer.

“T-Try me!”

The next 5 seconds went in a blur. The Agent in a last ditch effort jump towards his gun. He picked it up and aimed it for Chanbin who was still holding his head, disoriented. But before he could pull the trigger, his body was blown sideways, straight into the wall. His body crumbled to the floor as he dropped the gun, un-moving.

There were shouts heard from down the hallway, a siren blowing somewhere, but Minho couldn’t seem to hear. All his attention on was the dead guard in front of him, and feeling of his finger on the pulled back trigger.

He just killed someone.

Like actually murdered someone.

He could hear Changbin now yelling something at him, turning towards the elevator doors. What happened next, Minho wasn’t quite sure. The doors to the elevator closed and Changbin shot out the control panel, rendering the elevator useless.

“You idiot!” Changbin hissed, snapping Minho out of his thoughts “What part of don’t shoot unless absolutely necessary did you not understand?!” he took hold of Minho’s wrist, shaking him slightly. Minho knew the boy was just trying to get him to snap out of his, but his tone after he had just committed a terrible sin make his skin heat up and boil. He ripped his wrist out of Changbin’s grip and glared at the boy.

“You’re welcome!” Minho hissed “I just saved your ass!”

“While also alerting the whole base with that gunshot! I’ll say Thank you IF we make it out alive!” he retorted as he began to look around frantically for a way out. The situation just got way worse. They both were trapped in an elevator that was no longer moving, dozens of guards on the other side. It was only a matter of time before they pried the doors open. Not to mention the entire building now knew they were there. Minho prayed that Seungmin and Hyunjin were safe.

“Up there” Changbin pointed his gun towards the top of the elevator where there was a closed vent. Knowing what he was going to do Minho covered his ears and quickly shut his eyes. After a few bangs he opened them again to see that the vent now was being pushed up by one of the dead Agents rifle. After it was fully lifted up, Changbin offered Minho his hands, motioning for him to step up. When he hesitated the smaller boy growled. “It’s your choice Princess, but I’d rather not wait to die here.”

Minho gulped and nodded, stepping into Changbin’s hands, despite the boy’s small size, he was rather well built, more so than himself and managed to push Minho up towards the hole with ease. He crawled his way up and without hesitating, offered Changbin his hand. The boy jumped up, grabbing hold and he managed to pull him up with his strength. The two now sat on top of the dead elevator, panting. Pounding on the elevator door now could be heard and Minho gulped realizing that Agents were trying to get in. Changbin looked around, knowing that they couldn’t stay there and saw a ventilated shaft to the right of them. He pried off the cover with ease and pushed Minho towards it.

“You can’t be serious!” Minho huffed, eyes terrified wide.

“As serious as Jisung’s morning breath now move!”

Minho begrudgingly crawled through the tiny hole, his body barley fitting in the new cramped space. He tried to control his breathing as he crawled forward. He never did very well with tight spaces. The two boys continued to crawl forward, the ventilation shaft in a never-ending stretch.

“Do you think Seungmin and Hyunjin are okay?” Minho finally asked, his voice small.

Changbin let out a snort but Minho could tell he was nervous as well. “Both of them are smart, unlike us. So yeah probably”

The sirens continued to blare.

“Attention all Agents. Intruders Alert. Intruders Alert.”

“No. We are just selling girl scout cookies” Changbin grumbled, and if it weren’t for the fact that he was utterly terrified, Minho might have actually chuckled at that.

“Initiate Phase #1 of Intruder Deletion Plan”.

“Well that doesn’t sound goo-”

Minho’s own words were cut off as he started to cough. He stopped in the vent, blinking forwards. Maybe it was just his eyesight, but the tiny vent began to look hazy white, small little particles rubbing up against his through causing even more coughs to come. There was a gasp from Changbin behind him, and Minho felt a hand pressed on his back, urging him forward.

“They are trying to smoke us out! Move!”

Minho gulped, realizing with horror that he was right, because his throat started to tighten and it was getting harder to breath. He began tumbling his way forward blindly, trying to get out of the white poisonous smoke as quick as possible. He could barely see a turn through the white haze, but before he could reach it his whole world dropped, literally, as the two boys fell down an unseen hole in the vent. They screamed in shock as they slid, their bodies plummeting down. After a few moments Minho felt his body land on hard concrete floor, Changbin landing on top of him. He groaned in pain as he pushed the boy off of him and slowly got up.

They were out of the vents. Thank god. Minho could already feel the pressure on his throat lifting, but he looked around the room they were now in with fear in his eyes. It was pitch black, other than a small red light strobing in and out to the right of him. Changbin groaned next to him, holding his head. “Where are we now?”

“Attention all Agents. Intruders Alert. Intruders Alert.”

The alarm sounded again, booming loudly in their ears.

“Initiate Phase #2 of Intruder Deletion Plan. Release the hounds. I repeat. The hounds are lose.”

Suddenly the lights in the room that they were in flashed on, causing Minho to go blind momentarily as his eyes adjusted.

That’s when they heard it.

The faint sound of barking. Minho’s own eyes went wide as he heard it. His brain starting to connect various different possibilities. As the barking got closer, he gulped loudly looking at Changbin. Whatever it was, it was rather ravenous, Minho could tell, like something that hadn’t eaten in weeks. A door began to open and the sound got infinitely louder. Minho’s eyes widened as she saw a deformed creature step out of the shadows, formed dripping from its mouth. It looked at the pair of them hungrily and that’s when Minho realized there were more behind it. He could hear Changbin sigh to his right, lifting up his gun.

“Atleast Seungmin and Hyunjin are doing better than us.”

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

“I swear to god if we make it out of here alive, I will kill Changbin” Seungmin hissed, his back against Hyunjin’s as they were encircled by a dozen Agents. They had managed to place some of their bombs in the chaos after the alarm sounded, but after a wrong move, they found themselves surrounded by the enemy.

“What is the plan Minnie?” Hyunjin panted behind him. His tone was laced with pain, and Seungmin winced knowing that the older boy was injured. Seungmin glared at each individual Agent that stood in his way, his eyes flicking back and forth trying to think of a plan. They could try and run, but would make it a whole 5 steps before ultimately killed. With a heavy sigh, Seungmin dropped his gun on the ground. “There is no plan Jinnie.” He said quietly, his gaze hard. “We have to give up.”

Hyunjin didn’t say anything, but nodded trusting the younger boy. He dropped his gun to the ground and raised his hands up, mimicking Seungmin. He let out a small chuckle as the Agents began restraining them. “Well this sure is turning out to be a shitty day.”

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whimpering-hearts · 5 years

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SASSY-JELLYFISH: Which 2p's in axis and allies would survive a Bird Box or The Happening scenario? Thank you so much, I really enjoy your writing.

So, this is an interesting question, because to me surviving a Bird Box or The Happening scenario is just as much about luck as it is about actual survival skills. It’s not like a zombie apocalypse, where you can theoretically beat the shit out of the monster and survive. Here, all it takes is one asshole removing your blindfold or throwing you out into the garden and, bam, you’re dead.

For the purpose of this question, I’ll use Bird Box as the scenario, because I just watched it this morning just so I could answer this question. For those who haven’t seen the movie, a general idea of what we’re working with:

There are invisible entities terrorizing the world. If you see them, you are either enraptured by them and become a devout slave intent on spreading their image (by removing others’ blindfolds), or you are driven by intense sadness or fear to kill yourself.

Because nations are normally immortal, we will say for the sake of this scenario that death by one of these entities is one of the few permanent deaths a nation can face.

2P America / Jason A. Cardinali: He’s one of the first to die. He might have the survival skills to handle a zombie apocalypse, or a viral outbreak that drives everyone crazy, but this? Invisible entities? Yeah, right, you’re pulling his leg. He’ll tease you for being paranoid, then open the front door despite your begging protests. See? Nothing to be scared - and then he goes quiet, too quiet. You watch from behind your parted fingers as he walks into the kitchen, takes the butcher knife, and slices his own throat open from ear to ear.

2P China / Xiaoyu “Xiao” Wen: Xiao’s answer to stress is to get high - and so he does. He loses himself to the opium, to the cocaine, to the ecstasy, to the hallucinogens, sees the world in a fuzzy haze. He tells you it’s a survival tactic, that if you can’t see them, if you’re so blinded to reality, they can’t get you. And, for a while, you think he’s right. But then one night you’re woken by the screams, his screams, far from you, outside, and without thought you race to him. He’s clawing at his face, at his eyes, digging fingers into his sockets and scraping and pulling. His words are incoherent, terrified, desperate, and when you try to calm him, he turns his fingers onto you. “You can’t see it - you can’t see it. It’s so horrible!”

2P England / Oliver Townsend: He’s managing the lunch crowd at the bakery when it happens. People run down the street, screaming. Cars drive into each other, into crowds, into the brick building across the street. He goes to the front door - glass, all of it’s glass, the windows, the door, everything - and looks out to see what’s causing this mayhem. And see it he does. It’s beautiful, riveting, powerful, how could these fools run from something so glorious? So, he finds you upstairs and takes you by the hand.

“Come here, poppet, I want you to see something amazing.”

2P France / Jacques Girardot: The first person he calls is Oliver. Oliver, who does not answer, who forces Jacques to leave a voicemail telling him Jason is dead. The second person he calls is Beau. So many things he doesn’t say, so many regrets he doesn’t voice. Your hand is a comforting weight on his arm, your face pressed against his shoulder. You have no food. You have no water. You have nothing. Jacques may be able to survive on wine and self-hatred, but you are human, more delicate. So, he braves the mayhem and goes to the store - and he never comes back. He bleeds out on the market floor, his final thoughts of you.

2P Germany / Lars Brenner: It was his idea to go on a supply run - a foolish, terrible idea, he realizes now, because you’re both lost on the streets of Munich, hearts pounding and breaths quick, desperate, as you try to find any identifiable landmark. Your hand is warm in his sweaty palm and he squeezes it tight, hangs onto you with a desperation fueled by adrenaline. It feels like you’re going in circles - if he peeked, just for a second, just for one look, he might be able to tell where you are. But the moment he does, his heart goes cold with fear and his mind screams. You feel him pull away, call for him, voice thin, panicked, fall silent when you hear it: the beating thuds of Lars bludgeoning himself to death with the chair leg he’d brought to protect you.

2P Japan / Ren Suzuki: For Ren, the best course of action after witnessing the outbreak of suicides is obvious: if seeing is what drives you to madness, then clearly seeing is the problem. He blinds you first, not flinching at your screams, your pleading tones, blinds you with household chemicals that burn. His care of you after is delicate, apologetic - bandages over your eyes, with a kiss over each socket. After, he blinds himself. It’s the only way to survive, and you will survive.

2P North Italy / Luciano Valentini: “Safe room. Now.” His tone leaves no room for argument. You’re sent scurrying to the deepest, safest parts of the mansion, hidden away from both monsters and men. And he stands at the door, your fiercest, most loyal guard. He kills the men who come to his house seeking refuge, kills the men who come and speak in hushed, reverent tones and tell him to look, just look. Sometimes, in between the killing, he hears the whispers, feels the wind brush across his skin, but he doesn’t give in. Because the moment he gives in you are dead, and you are everything.

2P Russia / Pyotr Ruslyakov: Like everything, it starts in Russia - and Pyotr is not impressed. He watches his neighbors let strangers into their homes and fall prey to their minds, watches as they lay themselves out for death to take, and he shakes his head because fools, they’re all fools. He keeps you close, keeps the doors locked and the windows covered, ignores the pleas for help, ignores the please to let us in, let us in, please, keeps you safe with him because if you’re going to survive this you have to be clever about it, you have to be smart. He doesn’t care if the whole world falls into ruins as long as you are alive.

2P South Italy / Flavio Valentini: He is in a perfect state of bliss. His mind is quiet save for the whispers, the voices, your voice, telling him to spread the vision of these most glorious creatures, telling him to help the rest of the world see. Flavio was, unfortunately, one of the first to fall to the invisible entities. He wanted you to be the second, his second, but when he pried your eyelids open and made you see, you were so overwhelmed by the vision of your new masters. He could only watch, pained, disappointed, a lost part of him screaming beneath the calm, as you poured the wine from dinner onto your clothes and set yourself aflame.

#Hetalia #2P America #2P China #2P England #2P France #2P Russia #2P Germany #2P Japan #2P North Italy #2P South Italy #PT: Detailed Reactions

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screamingatanemptyroom · 5 years

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Restricted Magic (Erin/Gerald Story) Arc 3 Part 3

The story continues!

Link to the master post here for Arcs 1 and 2!

Enjoy!

BAM!

Erin’s back collided violently against the wall, causing a spasm of pain throughout her entire body. She raised her head, glaring at the elderly headmaster who had pinned her there, his face serious.

“Let. Go.” It was a whisper, but it reverberated around the room, the walls shaking with the sound.

Professor Wiltheim shook his head slowly, not relaxing the wind magic that was holding her against her will. “No. If I hadn’t intervened just then, you would have killed that boy.”

He gestured to her right hand, which still clutched a blade made from wind and fire.

From the moment Christopher had uttered the word “fiancé” not a full second had gone past before Erin had leapt forward towards him and been blown back against the wall instead. She struggled against the older man’s spell, her hand desperately trying to reach the restricting artifact around her neck. If she broke the string, and regained her full powers, she could quickly free herself and kill the man in front of her.

Kill. Kill. Kill.

It resounded in her head, a never-ending chant. Her vision was tunneled, only seeing the prey in front of her.

He was the one who would have her dance to her father’s instructions.

The tool that monster had used to hurt her.

The man who would try to take away Gerald’s smile.

She had to kill him.

“Erin calm down.”

She didn’t hear him. She stopped struggling against the spell holding her to the wall, and decided to destroy the wall instead.

Cracks started forming along the student council meeting room walls, the ceiling crumbling and raining dust down on the occupants and the air in the room expanded, attempting to destroy everything. She was pushing past the limits of her magic, her ears ringing, blood dripping from her nose, but still she continued forward.

“Erin! Stop!” A familiar voice… Frederick? Shouted at her. But she couldn’t see him, couldn’t stop. Flames formed in the corners of the room, starting a slow advancement towards the center where Christopher stood. Large chunks of the wall behind her fell down, freeing one of her arms. Elated, she reached for her amulet.

“Get him out of here!” The headmaster shouted at Frederick, stepping between Erin and her target.

Erin grinned at the older man, tasting blood in her mouth. Had she bitten her tongue? The flames roared even higher, the desks and papers in the room were nothing but ashes. Her hand grasped the amulet, starting to pull it off

“Sorry.” Professor Wiltheim whispered, leaping forward and placing his hand on her head.

She snarled at him, trying to pull away, but despite her struggling against it, everything faded into darkness.

Frederick pushed the newcomer out of the room, utilizing his physical reinforcement as he saw the walls literally crumbling around him. Having gotten out of the building, he came to a stop, panting with exertion.

This isn’t good. He panicked, looking around as if hoping to find someone to help. If she removes her restricting artifact, nothing will be able to stop her from killing this guy and causing an international incident. Should I call Gerald over? Or Olivia? Can I get a hold of Aunt Elsinore?

Despite his panicking, the one who should have definitely been afraid, Christopher, was inexplicably calm. He straightened up, brushing off his clothes where Frederick had grabbed him to drag him to safety. Letting out a small sigh, the young man grinned at Frederick.

“What a way to say hello, huh?” He shrugged. “Oh well, it will be a good story to tell our kids one day.”

…Nevermind, I’ll just let Erin kill him.

Suppressing this dark thought, Frederick slowly raised his hand.

“I have a question.”

“Yes?”

“Is there something wrong with your brain?” Frederick glared at him. “What part of that reaction made you think there’s a future in that relationship? She just tried to kill you!”

Christopher seemed unperturbed. “Well, this is an arranged marriage. It’s not as if she has to like me.” He gave a wry grin. “I figured when she didn’t come to any of the discussion meetings my family had with her father that she might not be too happy about the arrangement, but to think they didn’t even tell her my name?”

“So… you’re just ignoring the ‘she tried to kill you’ part?”

The golden haired boy chuckled. “Women are all the same. She’ll whine about it for a little while and then settle down when she realizes that it’s in her best interest. Besides, this is a political arrangement, not a love match.”

“…”

“I have my own relationships, and if my wife were to be seriously attached to me, she may interfere with that. So it’s only to my benefit if my future wife doesn’t like me all that much.”

“…” Frederick continued staring at him in shock, but Christopher didn’t seem to notice, continuing.

“Besides, if she has someone she cares about, she can continue seeing that person as well. We both get the best of both worlds. The political benefits of the marriage, and satisfaction in our private lives.”

“I hate to burst your bubble… no scratch that, I’ll absolutely enjoy this.” Frederick patted him on the back, a vicious grin on his face. “But the ‘scenario’ you’re imagining, would only work if Erin and her friends were reasonable, coldhearted calculating people. But that’s not the case.”

He laughed. “Not only will Erin singlehandedly rip out your intestines and strangle you with them, her friends will stand by and cheer her on. And help her hide the body.”

“What are you…?”

“And even if she decides not to kill you, you have to deal with Gerald her ACTUAL fiancé who if he didn’t kill you, would totally destroy you with a smile on his face. And if HE doesn’t get the job done, you have to deal with her best friend, who’s a psychopath, and her friend’s brother, who is also in love with Erin and has level 5 variant magic and will freeze you to death.”

“That’s…”

“AND…” Frederick interrupted again, stepping closer with a cold smile. “Even if all of them failed, you still wouldn’t be safe. Because if they don’t kill you, then I can.” He ended on a whisper, his face showing that he wasn’t joking.

Christopher took a small step back. “You’re crazy.”

“Perhaps. We all are. But those two are some of the very few genuine people that I know, and if you hurt them, I will lose no sleep after burying you.”

He moved away, examining the young man’s pale, uncertain face with a look of satisfaction.

“Think about that, Christopher. I would advise you to break off this engagement while you still can.”

With that, he turned and walked back towards the student council building.

“Ugh.”

Erin groaned as she woke up, clutching her head.

“Feeling better?” A gentle voice asked her, a hand stroking her cheek lightly. Leaning into the touch, Erin smiled and looked up at the familiar face.

“Gerald.” It was a whisper.

“Welcome back.” He grinned, his eyes still showing how worried he was. “We sure seem to spend a lot of time in the infirmary.”

Erin smiled weakly for a moment, then her face grew dark.

“I met him.”

He nodded in response. “I heard.”

“I’ll kill him.”

“No.” Gerald rubbed her head, his affectionate smile never wavering. “That’s not necessary.”

“But..”

“What are you more worried about?” He asked her seriously. “Is it that you’ll be forced to marry him? Because you won’t. Is it that he’s working with your father somehow?” He shook his head. “Because we’ll defeat your father, so his lackeys don’t matter.”

Erin hung her head, staring down at her hands.

“But that’s not why you tried to kill him, is it?”

“…” She didn’t answer. She couldn’t answer.

“You tried to kill him to protect me.” Gerald was whispering now, but despite her worst fears, he didn’t seem angry, repulsed or disappointed. He seemed… amused.

Sighing, Erin looked back up, her face strained. “We haven’t known each other that long, you shouldn’t understand me so well.”

“I love you, so I pay attention.”

“You shouldn’t.” She shook her head. “I would have murdered him just now. I still might. I can’t risk it.”

Surrounded by her dark thoughts, she was surprised when he reached over and pulled her into his arms. Tensing up for the briefest of moments, her heart relaxed and she leaned into his chest instead of pulling away.

“Don’t risk yourself to protect me.” His arms tightened. “I’m strong too, remember? We are going to get revenge for your mother’s murder, get married, and live happily ever after. So no murdering people without me. Got it?”

She smiled, despite knowing he couldn’t see her face from their current position. “Got it.”

“Good.”

“I just have to ask though…”

“Go for it.”

“If he ever hurt me…?”

Gerald didn’t hesitate. “I’d cut off his genitals and burn them to ashes. Then make him drink the ashes.” He thought for a few moments and added, “Then kill him.”

Erin couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Gerald joined in, albeit with a resigned tone.

“Never said I wasn’t crazy too.”

Christopher smiled on the outside while chatting to the group of girls that surrounded him.

“Will you play again sometime? Your music earlier was fantastic!”

“Is it true you’re from another country?” One girl smiled and leaned forward, touching his arm. “I’d love to hear about it sometime.”

“Where are you staying on campus?”

He laughed in response, ignoring the soft sighs around him. “Too many questions! I would be happy to play for you again. I am from Merion but I’ll be here for the next month and would love to talk to more, and I’m currently staying at the headmaster’s house, if you ever want to find me.”

After staying to answer a few more questions, he moved away, heading back towards the room arranged for him by the headmaster. CRASH!

Sensing danger, he jumped backwards just before he entered the building. Right where he had been standing, a large icicle had fallen, nearly spearing him to the ground. He stared at it silently for a few moments, his eyes narrowing.

“Hmm, let’s see. Too warm for ice, no other icicles on the roof above me, just happened to fall when I was walking nearby… yep, someone’s trying to kill me!”

With a large grin he looked around, trying to spot the perpetrator. “No need to hide! You can come out and talk to me about it!”

“…” There was no response, but he continued to have the sensation of being watched.

“Fine, be that way!” He waved cheerfully to the empty air. “You’re welcome to try again anytime.”

Not waiting for a response this time, he entered the house, closing the door behind him.

As soon as he was safe in his room, the pleasant friendly expression melted from his face, leaving only coldness behind.

“Thinking he could kill me with such childish tricks. How foolish.” He chuckled to himself.

Pulling out a small silver orb, he rested his hand on the surface, activating its function as a communication artifact.

“Did you find her?” A stern voice of an older man came out from the orb.

“Hello to you too, father.” Christopher smiled, the expression not matching the rest of his face.

“Did. You. Find. Her.”

He sighed quietly. “Yes.”

“Is she the one we are looking for?”

“Yes.”

“Bring her to Merion. Immediately.”

“Patience, Old Man! I’ve arranged everything. She’ll be coming in a month, okay?”

“…” His father didn’t reply, but he could feel the disapproval radiating out even through the artifact.

“I won’t fail.”

“You can’t fail. We need her. The balance of magic, the entire world’s existence depends on it.”

“I know. I’ll see you in a month.” With a short, terse answer, Christopher ended the call. He turned the small, silver object in his hand over and over, thinking deeply.

#writing #Erin/Gerald #Arc 3 part 3 #story continues #hang on to your hats #things are going to get a little messy

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timeisacephalopod · 5 years

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Belated

I thought hmm, lets write a little Tony/Eddie/Venom thing for Reasons. And yeah I know Tony’s bday was two days ago but still. I’ve decided that this is a thing I have written for a fictional character’s belated birthday!

Tony’s half buried in paper work ready to throw all caution to the wind and throw himself out a window when Eddie walks in looking pleased with himself. Probably means he sniffed out a good story and he’s found something compelling but he doesn’t look like an absolute human disaster so he’s not too deep into it yet. Once he is he kind of looks like he’s homeless and Rhodey doesn’t really get the charm but Tony once watched Eddie overheat to the point of just fucking losing it and sitting in a lobster tank at one of the fanciest restaurants in Manhattan so he thinks Eddie is the best. Venom being around doesn’t seem to help that except now maybe he’ll eat the lobsters instead of just bothering the hell out of them.

“Happy birthday,” he says, walking over to him and behind his desk, greeting him with a kiss.

Except Tony’s kind of confused. “Wasn’t my birthday last week?” he asks and Eddie frowns.

“No, honey its today. I... who forgets their birthday? And why would you assume everyone in your life also forgot your birthday?” he asks. He looks extra confused but that’s probably just the way Eddie’s expressions work. Rhodey finds his over expressing annoying but Tony thinks it's endearing.

“You all have lives, its fine,” Tony says. Pepper’s always busy running around doing things for him, Eddie seems to have found himself some new thing to rip apart for the next couple months, and Rhodey regularly gets shot at so he figures they all have more pressing concerns.

Eddie sighs. “Sometimes I think you’re a prick and then you do something sad like make excuses for why everyone in your life would forget you were born. We didn’t forget, Tony, you got the date wrong. How did you forget when you were born?”

He shrugs, “I don’t memorize useless details. And in your defense I am a prick,” he says. They both know it, though Eddie is obviously a lot less hostile then when they met. He seems to have fallen for Tony’s charms, which he’s been reliably informed are pretty disarming.

Eddie leans in and gives him another kiss, “no you’re not, but you play one well,” pulling away and dropping his bag on Tony’s desk. Its disrupted his thread bare attempt at organizing his own life- not exactly his strong suit admittedly not that he’d tell Eddie he's managed to mess up what little organization he had. He pulls a stack of files out of his bag and drops them on top of Tony’s already too large pile of paper work. “Happy birthday, an organized list of all the moral and ethical problems I have with your company,” he says, grinning like its the best gift ever.

Tony snorts and starts laughing, shuffling closer to Eddie. He lays one hand on Eddie’s hip and pokes at the pile of folders with the other. “Well this is... intimidating.”

“Yeah, but you’ll look through it all because you do genuinely want to be a good person. You should be glad I didn’t go with V’s gift,” he says, wincing.

Fuck, Tony can only imagine when one of the first five things he did in Eddie’s body was eat several people’s heads. Sure, V turned out to be an overly sappy romantic ass goo alien but that’s a pretty rough start to things and now Eddie has to live with kind of eating people that one time several times. “Was it flowers?” he asks.

Eddie laughs, “that was suggestion like... fifty two. After I banned violence, drugs, sex- don’t give me that look it was a soft ban because that’s not a present, terrorist activities, harassing children, petty crimes of all varieties, eating heads, murder, grand theft auto, breaking and entering, space, possession, and about a half a dozen other things. He’s not too good with presents.”

“Well, he did alright with the cat,” Tony points out. V doesn’t really get Christmas, turns out his species wasn’t too cuddly and had no holidays, but he does have all Eddie’s memories of it. Conveniently, he tends to lean more towards Eddie’s view of Christmas as mostly a capitalist holiday that’s far more about big businesses making money, overworking retail employees, and present buying pressure that leads to suicide than the happy stuff. And that doesn’t even touch on Eddie’s view of religion. Though to be fair V probably gathered a lot more religious vitriol from Tony than Eddie.

“He’s threatened to eat that cat at least once a day since he decided to pick it out. Claims he’s a dog person,” Eddie says.

“Dogs are bigger, usually, so I’m not really surprised. More meat.” Given the look on Eddie’s face Tony’s going to assume V has agreed with that statement.

“We are not eating dogs,” Eddie hisses. Mostly he only does that around Tony, but its hilarious when he does it in public because most people don’t really recognize him anymore so he looks like a homeless loon being led around by a celebrity. Or at least he did before he became recognizable again through Tony’s fame and yeah, Tony knows all Eddie’s opinions on celebrity culture. None of them are positive and yeah, Tony can see why that is.

“Tell V to go hunt New York rats at night. He might have fun with that,” Tony says. “Wait, does Venom have a birthday? That a thing his species does?”

Eddie shakes his head. “Says he doesn’t have a proper earth date translation for his hatching day and I know he didn’t come from an egg so that’s a horrifying term to use. Do not enlighten me, V. I’m happy to stay in the dark.” He makes another face and Tony assumes V has let out some detail Eddie didn’t want to hear.

“That ever get annoying, the voice in your head?” he asks. Feels like it’d be exhausting. Tony doesn’t even like his own voice in his head let alone some random alien who decided pretty much on a whim to save the world strictly because he likes Eddie. Though to be fair Riot was an asshole and Tony was sick of being compared to Carlton Drake anyway. Guy was like cartoonishly evil. Though Tony will admit that he was good looking and damn smart, even if that didn’t really turn out to be a good thing later.

“Sometimes,” Eddie says, “but mostly V offers some good entertainment on human customs. Turns out his species tended to eat each other to solve problems. He thinks our petty politics is fun to watch.”

Yeah, an alien would find that funny. Or everyone outside of America at least until America decides to invade for oil or some other resource. “So who did he want to possess?” Tony asks, grinning.

“No!” Eddie says, presumably to him and Venom.

Tony’s laying in bed pretending to have died when Eddie walks over and crawls over him, laying his entire weight on Tony’s back. He sighs because of course Eddie would find the most inconvenient way to get him to stop taking up the entire bed. “This is a king and you’re like three feet tall. How is it that you take up so much space?” Eddie asks as Tony starts wiggling around.

“Ask the cat, she’s a hell of a lot smaller than me and she always manages to take up at least half the bed.” Eddie rolls off and Tony props himself up. “Thanks for the present by the way, half the stuff you pointed out happens to be things I was already looking to fix.” But Eddie is a fuck of a lot picker than him and its nice to have someone trying to hold him to account. And Eddie has no problem doing so, he gives Tony his opinion on a lot of things all the time whether or not he wants to hear them.

“Yeah, I got you something else too but its taking eighty years in the mail so I had to improvise,” Eddie says.

“Let me guess, you refuse to use Amazon,” Tony says.

“Look, that fuckstick can’t even pay his workers and he’s the richest guy in the world, and what’s all that crazy shit about pissing in-” Eddie starts but Tony cuts him off before he really gets going.

“Jeff Bezos is a prick, I get it. Actually, might get stuck at the same charity event with him next week so I can bring you along if you want to punch him,” Tony says.

The bright look of unbridled glee in Eddie’s eyes makes him smile. Yeah, he’s maybe argued a lot about Tony’s wealth, but he at least appreciates that Tony does his best to spread it around a little. Its just that he has trust issues and he knows how corporate charity works- its all tax write offs and siphoning money out of most of the ‘donations.’ So he does his best to do his research and lucky him Eddie is probably a little too good at it so he’s got some more reputable charities to share with. And he thinks its fun to pay off random people’s debt. If he’s having a bad day he’ll pick a person and bam, debt free. He likes making people happy so Eddie only kind of side eyes his money.

Generally that means he only brings it up like twice a day instead of non-stop and if nothing else Tony can appreciate that he’s passionate about his views. Rhodey thinks he’s annoying but Rhodey isn’t dating him so he can deal with it.

“Yeah, alright,” Eddie says but the way he says it tells Tony that he’s not talking to him.

“Do not eat his head, V!” Tony says, panicked. “I do not want to deal with the fallout of that. Just ruin his life like a normal person. Get JARVIS to help, he’s been helpful in my long standing efforts to ruin Hammer.”

“Yeah, pretty sure all you two have managed to do is turn Hammer into the knockoff version of you, but he uh... seems to like that so I don’t know.”

Tony damn well knows he looks offended because that’s the fucking rudest shit he’s ever heard. “What did you just call Hammer?” he asks.

Eddie realizes his mistake right away and Tony fucking resents that he looks a little dead behind the eyes because he was the one who damn well decided Hammer was good enough to be the anything version of him. “I would sooner take Carlton Drake as the cheap version of me than Hammer,” Tony hisses. “At least Drake was actually smart and hot! What’s Hammer? He looks like he came out of the womb dressed as the class clown who decided to be an accountant!”

Honestly Tony resents that Eddie sighs at that. “No V, you can’t eat Hammer’s head,” Eddie mumbles.

“Yes you can,” Tony tells him.

Tony’s attempting to make coffee while also ignoring Eddie due to his previous transgressions. Compare him to Hammer on his birthday. The disrespect. Eddie walks out of their bedroom and Tony resolutely ignores him as he starts looking around the pent house for some reason. Tony side eyes him as he moves a bunch of papers around- Eddie’s, not his, knocks the pillows off the couch, and picks up the cat. He looks at Cotton for a moment, frowning before he shakes her a little. She meows in an annoyed, disgruntled way and Eddie sighs, releasing the cat.

“Uh, the fuck are you doing?” Tony asks eventually.

Looking for me says a voice in his head and Tony throws his coffee cup, startling so badly his entire body jerks and he slips, falling on his ass.

“Oh thank god I thought he went and possessed some random secretary so he could go eat heads!” Eddie says, rushing over to him.

“Oh no, you stay back there you don’t get to come near me or V after comparing Hammer to me!” he says, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

Eddie sighs. “Tony-” he starts but Tony has already picked himself up and turned around with his arms crossed, ignoring him.

So rude. Venom agrees. We should eat Hammer V says, perhaps a little too enthusiastically.

Tony sighs and it pains him to do this, truly. “V, we can’t actually eat Hammer,” he says in perhaps the most dejected, upset tone he’s ever produced.

Eddie gives him, Venom technically, an offended look. “You decided to crawl into him in the middle of the night and risk killing him so you could eat someone?” he asks, hand pressed to his heart quite like an offended PTA mom. “V, you better get your ass back in here!” Eddie tells him, pointing at himself.

He compared you to Hammer. We should leave him, go sight seeing V says.

Tony rolls his eyes. “V you aren’t going to manipulate me into carrying your ass out of here because Eddie put you in the dog house.”

“Venom!” Eddie says, voice rising.

Tony swears to god he feels Venom extend from his body and that is some worrying fucking shit how’s Eddie put up with that? “Tony thinks you sound like an offended PTA mom,” Venom tells Eddie and Tony squints.

“Since when the hell are you a rat?” he asks.

Venom turns to face him, “you take that back! I am not vermin!”

“No, technically you’re a parasite now get back here,” Eddie tells him.

“Maybe I will find a new home with hosts who appreciate me,” Venom says, sinking back into Tony and he does not like that.

“How do you get these things out?” he asks.

Eddie walks over and leans in, squinting at Tony shrewdly except he’s actually looking at Venom and Tony’s not sure how he knows that. “If you don’t get back in me I will play Bohemian Rhapsody at top volumes with Tony pressed against the speaker!” he hisses.

“That kind of sounds like fun minus the speaker thing,” Tony says.

“They don’t do so well with loud noises and vibrations,” Eddie explains and oh, that makes sense. Tony watches as black goo extends from his hand to Eddie’s and it almost looks resentful for it. Or maybe Tony’s imagining that.

Tony gives Venom a sad look as the last of him disappears back into Eddie. “I’m so sad he won’t ever experience Freddy Mercury like the rest of us,” he says, hand pressed to his heart.

Eddie sighs. “V says your music taste is heinous and he would rather listen to my music.”

He listens to exclusively shitty electronica music. “I’m leaving you both,” Tony tells him, turning and walking away.

#tony x eddie brock #tony x eddie brock x venom #fanfiction #alternate universe

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ruffsficstuffplace · 6 years

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The Viridian Vanguard (Part 16)

Meanwhile, back at Candela...

At one of the production plants in the city, soldiers and volunteers lined up around giant conveyor belts and tables, busy packing into boxes foods like energy bars, plant-protein jerky, and nut butters; medications like painkillers, antibiotics, and tranquilizers; and a handful of luxuries like chocolate, cheap liquor, and cigarettes. It was slow going, what with the drones and machines that would usually be in charge of this commandeered for even more laborious tasks elsewhere, but most of them were keen on meeting their quota:

Several days worth of undelivered goods, thanks to numerous delays, mysterious system errors, and other incidents that stole manpower and equipment for one reason or another.

However, a small number of them were helping themselves to “off-the-record compensation,” secreting away some of the goods into their pockets. One such enterprising thief excused herself on break, started to head straight past the makeshift break room on the side…

Thump.

She staggered back, confused as she looked up at what she’d just walked into; she tensed up as she realized it was really more a question of “who.”

Nick literally looked down on her, and grunted.

“Oh, hey there, Sergeant Rook!” she said, saluting and smiling. “Sorry about that, didn’t see you there—pretty funny, huh?”

Nick grunted in what might have been agreement.

The thief chuckled. “So, I’ll just be going now…!”

Nick did not move, and neither did she.

“… Did you need something from me, Sarge…?”

Nick held out his hand, and made a “Give it to me.” gesture.

“Afraid I don’t know what you’re looking for, Sarge, unless it’s a down low!” the thief said, laughing as she playfully held out her hand.

Nick’s eyes slowly narrowed.

“Come on, Sarge, look at me!” the thief said, holding out her hands, palms facing forward. “Completely empty handed! Does it look like I’m carrying anything on me…?”

Nick snorted threateningly.

The thief slowly, carefully reached into the secret pockets of her uniform, and pulled out several energy bars, before placing them into Nick’s hands.

He kept on glaring at her.

The thief reached into her other discrete pockets, pulled out a handful of blister packs of tranquilizers, and placed them on top of the bars.

Nick snorted again, softly this time.

The thief pulled out a keycard on some colourful string. “Apartment,” she said, jiggling it.

Nick nodded, gently wrapped his fingers around the stolen goods, and lumbered on past her, dropping them off into one the gigantic bins at the end of the conveyor belts, before he started to slowly make his way up and down each of the lines. More and more thieves were either caught in the act, or politely taken away and relieved of all their stolen goods, until the ones who hadn’t been caught decided to start putting them back into the boxes or onto the conveyor belts before they felt a looming, ominous presence over them, and a ham-sized hand gently patting them on their shoulders.

The packaging went much faster after that, both for the thefts stopping and everyone in general suddenly becoming very enthusiastic about their duties.

Soon, the boxes were all packed into the delivery trucks, and caravans began to roll out to different districts of the city. At least two troop transports escorting each one, the soldiers inside armed with the likes of shotguns, assault rifles, and live ammo.

“Make sure all of these deliveries get to their destinations on time, in one piece, or with as few delays and as little damages as possible,” said a field commander during the debrief earlier that day. “The people have been losing faith in us and the government in general since the Eve, and one more day of delayed or crippled relief operations could permanently erase what little trust they have left.

“If they think we can’t save them, then I assure you they won’t hesitate to go to the first person who promises to pick up the slack, whoever they are.”

The caravan Nick was in—C12—was headed into the lower income districts, bordering on the “Dark Side” of Candela.

The streets were almost completely deserted, the neon lights and garish holos that adorned the faces of buildings and shops dark, leaving the damage, the grime, and the vandalism more obvious than ever. Trash and leftover decorations from the Eve still littered the streets from most of the sanitation drones and workers busy trying to keep the evacuation centers clean and habitable. What few souls dared break the lockdown orders were out dressed in feature-concealing clothes, scavenging from the trash, disappearing into alleys and abandoned buildings as soon as they noticed the military transports.

“Stars, was this whole district hit that badly?” one of the younger recruits asked as she gazed out the camera feeds. “I thought brass was just overreacting, sending all of us with this much gear, but now I’m not so sure...”

“Distribution centers here have been out of food for days now, among other issues,” one of the captains said dryly.

“Don’t they still have plenty of nutriblocks?” the recruit asked, confused.

“You haven’t been out in any extended mission far out in the Country, have you?” the captain asked back.

Before the recruit could reply, their transport suddenly began to slow to a stop. The rest of the caravan followed suit. Calls from the other troop transports and civilian vehicles started to come in, Nick and the captain looked out the front window, told them what had stopped the convoy:

A road barrier of metal posts and glowing walls, a lone traffic drone standing in the middle of it with all the usual notices projecting from it, only all the ID numbers and other details were showing up as “CONNECTION ERROR.”

Nick and the captain shared a look, before the latter called up HQ. “Central, this is C12, we’ve got a roadblock at Coltrane Avenue, no advance notice, no human personnel, one traffic drone. Requesting info, over.”

“C12, no records of roadblock at location. Orders unchanged, attempting remote bypass now, over.”

“Roger that, Central, C12 out.” the captain said, before he and Nick waited.

The barrier walls continued to glow and occasionally flicker, the text on them continued to scroll, the drone continued to hover in place with the same signs projecting from it.

“C12, remote bypass failed. Standby, uploading new routes to your destination...”

Explosives started raining down on them before the convoy could start moving again.

The troop transports’ energy shields went up too late as strange, foamy goop started to spread all over the hulls. The soldiers began to grab their weapons and launch out of their seats, panicked screaming erupted from the civilian transports, alarms began to flash and whine all over the convoy.

“Central, C12 is being ambushed by unknown assailants!” the captain cried. “All troop transports have been hit with explosives—hulls seems undamaged, but the chemical payload is spreading out fast! We need orders now, over!”

Windows on the surrounding buildings shattered, metal hooks started flying out and latching onto the trucks, poles extending upwards before solid beams of mana shot back out to the windows. Hooded and helmeted raiders started zipping down them to the top of the trucks, before they whipped out the tools on their harnesses and started cutting the roofs open.

“Central, hostiles are on the delivery trucks! They’re raiding the supplies, over!”

“C12, you are now authorized to engage hostiles, all non-lethal tactics! Priority to recovering and securing supplies, escalate as field officers deem necessary, over!”

“Roger willco, C12 out!” the captain cried. “System: we’re deploying!”

“Orders received,” the AI hummed. “Lowering shields and opening hatch.”

All the soldiers prepared themselves as the hatch began to open, before its servos whined and jerked back and forth, barely open a crack, the mysterious goop holding it down.

“Error: physical obstruction detected. Attempting automated removal...”

“Damn it, they’ve locked us in!” one of the soldiers.

“Like hell they have!” the captain cried. “Everyone: get that hatch open!”

The bulkiest and strongest of the squad put their backs to the hatch and pushed, the rest pulled their tools and tried to remove the goo. They pushed and pried, but they couldn’t get it open more than an inch before the resistance became too strong.

Nick groaned in frustration and pulled away from the group.

“Sgt. Rook, what are you doing?!” the captain asked as he walked to the front of the transport.

Nick didn’t reply as he reached the very edge, turned around, and lowered his head.

Realization came over the captain’s face, he turned to the others. “All units: make way for Rook!”

The soldiers didn’t hesitate to press themselves to the sides and make a straight line between Nick and the hatch. With a roar that nearly deafened everyone inside, he charged, and slammed his helmeted head into the door!

BAM!

The transport rocked and the hatch flew open a good few inches, the raider guard watching over it flinched. “Holy crap!” he cried. “I think they’re trying to break out!”

“No shit, Sherlock!” said one of the raiders busy looting the trucks, loading them on the overhead conveyor they’d turned their mana beams into.

“No, no, I meant they might actually break out!” the guard replied, before the transport violently rocked again.

“Yeah, when we’re long gone! Just keep an eye out for actual threats, like reinforcements!”

Back inside the transport, the soldiers were all rooting and cheering for Nick, if they weren’t helping keep the hatch pried open and the goo from erasing all his hard work. Sweating, heaving, and pissed off, he roared again before he barreled towards the hatch one more time!

BAM!

The hatch flew open by a foot, Nick and the other soldiers wedged themselves into the gap, widening it enough for the smaller among the squad to start crawling out onto the street.

The guard freaked out. “We got trouble!”

“What?!” the looter cried as she held a box in her hands. “Reinforcements are already here!?”

“No, one of the transports broke out!” the guard replied.

The looter scowled, about to snap at him, until warning shots and shouting started to fill the air. “FUCK!” she cried, dropping the box and activating her comm-crystal. “Jackal 2, get down here! 3, get out with what you have!”

More raiders started to zip down to the streets and the roofs of the trucks, and began to clash with the soldiers. The soldiers didn’t think much of their weapons, common hardware with some obvious modifications on them, until blasts of searing hot plasma started melting their batons and their armour, circular blades spun at blinding speed and cut through whatever it touched even faster, and seismic generators and miniature force-fields made even glancing blows land with devastating force.

Soldiers began to retreat nursing serious wounds and broken weapons, if they hadn’t been sent flying off the trucks and crashing onto the street.

“HQ, we’re getting slaughtered out here!” one of the support soldiers cried as she broadcast the footage from her surveillance drone. “We need reinforcements, over!”

“Negative, C12, no forces available, over!”

“WHAT?!”

“Other urgent incidents have been erupting in the other sectors, C12! Escalate to live ammo, and prioritize defending casualties and civilians for the time being, over!”

“What the hell do you expect us to--”

Crunch!

The stuck hatch was ripped right off, with help from combat engineers standing outside with plasma cutters. Nick and the rest of the squadron poured out onto the street, whipping out their guns, turning off safeties or switching to lethal modes.

“Open fire!” the captain cried, before gunfire filled the air.

The raiders began to run, pulling up shields and running for cover. Nick and a handful of other soldiers broke off, sprinting up the streets to catch up with them, until the raiders pulled out their own guns and returned fire.

Rivets and nails flew through the air, impaling themselves into armour or unfortunate soldiers. Balls of shrapnel flew out, held together by a magnetic field before it failed and sent them flying everywhere at high speeds. Soldiers shouted and pointed as the raiders started throwing out canisters at them, noxious, blinding smoke quickly spilling out.

Nick charged on straight through the toxic cloud even as the raiders continued to fire, ignoring his injuries. He burst out of the smog, running straight into a raider standing outside of it, holding a modified plasma cutter with an extra fuel cell slotted into it.

The raider pulled the trigger, a ball of scorching hot plasma shot out and exploded on Nick.

Nick’s whole body burst into flames, he still kept on going.

The raider with the plasma cutter stared at the fiery demon from Hell barreling down on him, before it quickly slammed into him and knocked him down to the ground. Surprised and terrified, the other raiders didn’t think to run or open fire until Nick had already shot several of them with his AR.

The surviving raiders broke into a run, blindly firing behind them as they disappeared into the buildings, or dove straight into the sewer system’s maintenance shafts. Nick dropped his fast melting gun, before he dropped to the ground, and started rolling. The other soldiers quickly rushed to his aid, helping put him out, and apprehending the injured raiders left behind before they could fire off any more shots.

The operators back at Central watched the broadcast footage with dumbfounded, impressed, and intimidated expressions. “Hey, does anyone know exactly where Rook was deployed before he got here…?” one of them asked.

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Stroke of Midnight- Chapter 17 ~part 2~ (Pennywise x reader)

((I included links for chapters 16 and 17 (part 1) since they all tie in together. Hope you all enjoy and thank you all so much for the continued support! I appreciate all of you!!))

Chapter 16

Chapter 17 (part 1)

You breathed a sigh of relief when Roman walked through the door. You and your mom had been having a long overdue heartfelt mother-daughter talk. You had told her that you and Roman had been seeing each other and that you loved him. And of course she had congratulated you and gave you her blessing, which had made you tear up.

Your mom told the two of you that she was going to get coffee. Then she patted Roman on the arm. “Oh, happy Fourth of July, Roman. And welcome to the family.”

“Thanks, Mrs. Kenvyn,” he said.

Your mom left. Roman could tell right off the bat that something was upsetting you.

He sat on your bed. “What’s wrong, kitten? What do you need to talk about?”

You decided to cut to the chase. “I have things that I need to tell you and ask you, and… Penny, please don’t be upset.”

Roman sat on the edge of the bed. He put his hand on your arm. “This is serious. I can tell. You never call me that unless it is. What’s wrong, kitten?”

You took a deep breath and told him of your dream. Or as you had come now come to realize it was, your out of body experience. The only parts you left out was the little girl at the end and where you had talked about Pennywise’s questionable habits.

Now it was Roman’s turn to take a deep breath. “I can’t say I’m surprised. I should have known he would try to get to you like this. That he would try to recruit you and turn you away from me.”

“Who is he?”

“Maturin is an ancient being, just like me. He guards the Dark Tower. The place where you were at.”

“And what is the Dark Tower?”

“The Dark Tower is…” Roman idly waved his hand about. “It’s the center of the universe. Or the macro-verse as it’s also known. Maturin is one of its guardians.”

“And why would he be interested in me?”

Roman grabbed your hand and held it. “What do you think interested me in you? You’re strong willed. And you’re willing to believe in more than what you’re used to. Just that right there is enough to attract any supernatural being to you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Just what I need. Another supernatural admirer.”

Roman snorted. “I doubt that’s what he’s after you for. Of course you know I wouldn’t share you.” He brought your hand to his mouth and kissed it, a sly grin on his face.

Your stomach gave a lurch. Now it was time for the questions you really dreaded.

“Penny, why did you bring Chris below the Neibolt house?”

Roman lowered your hand, but he still held on to it. “I am a jealous being, Y/N. When you told me you were going to see Chris, I panicked. Just the idea of the two of you speaking together infuriated me.”

“But you told me you were fine with my going to see him.”

Roman sighed. “I thought I was. I was wrong. I am sorry.”

“And what about the floating children? Are they dead? Did you have anything to do with that?” Your voice was starting to become frantic now. Roman started rubbing your arm. “Hey, hey. Shh. Most of them are dead. And yes, I put them all there. I find...missing children... dead missing children and put them in that state.” You stared at him in horror. “But... why? Why would you do something like that?” “To spare their families. To make sure the children are at peace.”

“But their families need to know. Oh my God.” You put your hand on your forehead. You were starting to get a severe headache. “Oh my God. I can’t believe this.” You blew out a loud breath. Roman was still rubbing your arm. “Lot to process again?” You let out a shaky laugh. “Oh you don’t know the half of it. Every time I think I get used to this, it’s just... bam! My mind gets blown all over again and, oh God, Roman why didn’t you just tell me you wanted to up our relationship?” You put your head in your hands. “I mean, you made me drink your blood.” You put your hands in front of his face. “Who the hell does that shit, Roman?”

“You asked me to do it, Y/N.”

You stared at him in shock. “What? Whoa. I think I would remember telling you that, and I most certainly do not.”

“Well, maybe not in those exact words. But you at least said you wanted to be with me for however long you could have me.”

You started racking your brain. And then you remembered. The night of the play.

“Behind the Neibolt house,” you said.

“Yes. I asked if you wanted to be with me forever and you said for as long as you could have me.”

“But you should have asked me, Roman. You should have asked me if I wanted to be bound to you even more further and we already were.”

Roman bobbed his head in agreement. “I know, kitten, I know. I messed up so bad. I just…” He grabbed your shoulders. “You don’t know how desperate I am not to lose you. When I saw you on that floor tonight, bleeding and unconscious… I wanted to take it back so badly. You have no fucking idea. I hate myself for what I did to you. I betrayed your trust in the worst way possible. And I swear to you, if I have to…” He placed his hands on either side of your face. “I will spend an eternity making it up to you, but please, say you forgive me for this. For everything.”

You sighed deeply. “So what does this mean for us now? What are we?”

Roman dropped his hands. He turned away from you. “You and I are imprinted on each other. No matter where we are, we’ll be able to tell what each other is thinking and feeling. Or at least you’ll be able to do it with me now anyway. I’ve always been able to do it with you.”

“So what is our relationship status? What would you call the human version of it?”

Roman placed his hand back over yours. “Well, I don’t know how to say this, Y/N. Your blood is inside me now. And vice versa. If I were human, you and I would be-”

There was a knock on the door. You and Roman both glanced up. A young blonde nurse walked in.

“Hi,” she said. “I’m so sorry to interrupt. I’m here to take your blood now.”

You turned your head away. “At least you warned me beforehand,” you muttered under your breath.

Roman gave you a weak smile and squeezed your hand. “I’ll be outside.”

He got up and left. The nurse took your blood.

“There is a lab here in the hospital. We should have the results back in no later than two days,” she said. She started to leave.

“Hey, wait,” you said. She stopped. “Can you look for other things besides infections?”

“Sure. What else would you like us to check for?”

You took a deep breath. “Pregnancy. I need to see if I’m pregnant.”

That night you lay in your hospital bed asleep. The doctors had decided to keep you overnight for observation. You had been given a clean hospital gown and were allowed to take a shower and clean off the rest of the dried blood.

As you slept, someone entered your room. You didn’t see who it was. Or that he had come up to your bed and placed his hand over your midsection. You didn’t see him close his yellow eyes in concentration or when his eyes popped back open. You certainly didn’t see the look of shock and horror on his painted face.

Or hear him growl in hunger.

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