#characther x reader

[plasticfangtastic]

American Royalty. Ch. 1

A Homelander X F!Reader fanfic

A/N: I am writing this alongside another fic so sorry for the publishing schedule altho I got 2 chapters done, this is my dadlander fic and hyperfixation explorations

Sypnosis: Homelander never wanted to remember you again, but after welcoming Ryan into his life, he thought of you, and the lie that tore you two apart, but now... thinking back, thinking of your betrayal-- was he perhaps wrong about who the father of your unborn child was? Did you perhaps told the truth all those years ago? That it was his.

Tags: mild gore, angst, slow burn, fluff, OC characthers, child neglect, dadlander, romance.

Chapter One

Blue

It had been by pure chance, whether it had been a combination of forced reminiscing and exhaustion that Homelander had thought of you after all these years; These meetings had been proven wasteful of his time, nothing the PR and Digital Marketing departments could come up that was good enough, and somehow he had gone from irritated to just defeated.

He sulked in his chair listening to their meandering voices brainstorming potential ideas as to how Ryan’s new origin story had to be developed and handled, whether it was too squeaky clean or absurd, how much could they risk offending the child, how much of his mother should be kept from the public (not that they were very aware of the fine details, as Homelander had been more than just vague about it, he had simply no intent to divulge about his son’s conception, upbringing or his mother’s fate) Homelander would never allowed the public to look with pity or fear at his son, he would not allow them to brand him as a murdered over an accident– he could still hear his son weeping and shaking in his sleep, waking up in a fright, seeing invisible blood in his hands.

Homelander had grown overprotective of the boy, he was made indestructible but his mind and heart were glass, still pure and uncorrupted by the awful world they inhabited, he would never allow anything else to taint it and bring him nightmares– so this had to be perfect.  

To make it worse, the kid was growing impatient and depressed, forced to stay in the tower until this story was concocted, he couldn’t attend school or interact with other children until he was trained and learned his lines, making his father increasingly more paranoid that his son was slowly growing resentful. 

“Mister Homelander… what if we base Ryan’s mom off one of your other ex-girlfriends?” A rather tired intern had muttered– preferably somebody dead…”

The room shot daggers at the nameless intern but Homelander simply sat in silence and gave it a thought, he had plenty of unsuited mates disposed and handled in the past, the amount of NDA issued made for a small but noticeable stack alone, he looked at the table and the box of cannolis that the group had been munching on, looking at the small printed italian flag on the box’s side.

That he thought of you for the first time in years.

You had been his new personal chef, your interactions minimal as you brought him his meals, he hadn’t known at first how heartbroken you’d look as he returned half touched dishes over and over, it had become a competition against yourself to make him eat, every leftover morself a cause of grief, as if your honor and ego had been beaten mercilessly with every dirty plate.

One evening, Homelander sat on his couch watching a documentary by Orson Wells, he hadn’t noticed you there as you brought him dinner, the way you looked at him with spite waiting to throw the most likely untouched plate of pasta back at his face, it would get you fired and possibly killed but you couldn’t take it anymore. You were a chef, a professional, you had turned down a dream job and left the restaurant you loved for the honor of being Homelander’s personal chef, the job that would open you a thousand doors but it was without reward now it felt like your biggest mistake, no matter what you made he fucking hate it but offered no feedback, you had no clue what he wanted, what he disliked and liked, what he craved, or how he liked his meals– he simply left your food untouched.

Diverting his gaze from the film, he noted your food and that you were still there with a block of pecorino and a grater in your hands.

He stood up with a groan, lifting the silver cover to reveal boring pasta and bolognese sauce, it wasn’t styled exceptionally, it didn’t even look too appetizing, it was just some fresh linguine covered in meat sauce, he stared at you as if this was some sort of joke but your dead eyed expression was off-putting.

“Would you like some fresh cheese, sir?” Your voice might as well have been automated.

Frankly he didn’t want any cheese but pasta had to be eaten with cheese, he gestured for you to grate watching an off-white pile form on top of his pasta with no intention of stopping.

“That’s enough” he said sharply, he took the plate looking at the mound and then back at you who was still in the room, he wrapped his fork with the pasta doing his best not to stain his suit.

You just wanted to save the time with coming back to pick up the insults, but there he took the first bite of this homely dish heis eyes opened up, there hadn’t been anything special, you simply had taken some left over pasta and brought a jar of your grandma’s sauce, a recipe she had guarded fiercely ever since she stole it from some italian friend’s mom many many years ago, you adored this recipe, it had been the reason why you fell in love with food, you loved visiting your grandmother when it was time to jar the sauce, and when she served you a humbled serving of bolognese– he gave it a second bite letting the tangy and fresh sauce wash over him.

And that’s when he finally noticed you for real, how closely you watched him eat, smiling as he took another mouthful and mixed more of the fresh pecorino, there had been something warm about this meal, it lack pretense, it was something that no high end 5-star restaurant would serve but it tasted… warm.

From that point on, he looked forward to his meals, wanting to see what the fuck had you done to make food taste worthy of his body, noting you would personally deliver the meals after he failed to clean the plate on the previous one, he hadn’t even known your name but he noticed you.

You were cute, your voice had gained some warmth since that awkward first impression, he could tell it was these homemade meals that tasted the best, as if you put everything you had to make them taste delicious, there were no frills with these, just good homemade fair, made with love, he had began asking for things he had been curious but never served as if they were above his status like meatloaf, carbonara, shepherd's pie, etcetera. These were the kinds of meals the families he’d seen growing up behind the screen would eat, he had been the first to strike a conversation.

You listened, you talked, and before he knew it, he had found himself asking for your company at the dinner table. You were hesitant at first but he was handsome and charming, but above all he was the Homelander! While apprehensive you still took to his offer just to smugly enjoy seeing him enjoy your food, proud that you had triumph in this battle where so many had been defeated, you’d cracked the code and god it felt good.

It became part of your weekly schedule, having dinner at his penthouse and chatting about anything, he loved talking and eventually it became apparent that it wasn’t because he was in loved with his voice but simply… he hadn’t got anybody who enjoyed listening to him, you were attentive, you responded well and even if you weren’t sure about something you weren’t going to let him feel as if you weren’t approachable anymore, you were more than happy to hear him explain to you a topic because his eyes gleam like those of a small kid telling you about something new they learned at school– in truth you loved how happy he became when he could rambled about things, as if nobody in the world had ever given five seconds of their time to let him talk about strange events from history and his theories, tonite he wanted to talk about the Dyatlov Pass incident and star formations that he was sad that he couldn’t see from New York, wishing you could see how the sky looked like from his cabin.

You’d spend more and more time in his home as the conversations grew more frequent, as he wanted to hear more about your interests and hobbies.

Thinking of how cute you looked while baking, how cute your laugh was, of the way you always held him after long days, that first real date, that first time you held hands, the first shy kiss after dinner.

As he took a long whiff to catch some of that gentle sweetness, he thought of the last day you were together.

That sound.

The thing that’s the size of a bean.

The anger, his heart shattered, all the colors of the world had dissipated when he saw that tumor growing in your stomach, he wanted to hurt you as much as you did, to shut you up as you threw excuses, begging him to believe you.

But that thing wasn’t his.

It couldn’t be his.

You said it was his, that the baby you didn’t even know was inside you was his, but he couldn’t be the father.

His eyes widened, he stood up and left the room, his mind focused on your name. They had tried getting his attention but could only give up as nobody would dare to chase after him, Homelander found himself entering the analytics offices towards the first chump he spotted.

“Can you find me information on a former employee?” He said firmly, the junior staff jumped at his seat nodding frantically– their name was Y/N L/N.” he said quietly.

The staffer didn’t have to do much work, you were easy to find, your name attached to Brooklyn’s most loved pizzeria for the last couple years, your face on their socials, and even a video from some food channel following what it was like working in Brooklyn’s hottest pizzeria had you in it, your shop had been listed as the best two years in a row, Homelander couldn’t bare looking at your face, but he asked for an address.

That night after spending time with Ryan who seemed to be sulking more and more, as he watched him eat his dinner, he thought of you, the kid was meandering whatever was on his plate didn’t feel appetizing, his meal was no different from what it was served in a high-end restaurant and the kid had no desire to eat it, he wanted Ryan to have the finest things when all he wanted was to have his mom’s tacos– his son opted to head for bed early skipping dinner all together, it was almost 10 pm, a heavy feeling had been boiling in his stomach since that meeting.

Taking flight all the way to some red brick Brooklyn projects, hovering about until he encountered you.

Time had been kind to you but you looked tired, the glow in your skin now dulled, your appearance unkempt, your clothes worn and old, your shoes the nicest thing you worn but they still creased and dirty, you looked beyond exhausted, your eyes half closed and your arms dangling on your sides as you carried a couple grocery bags, he looked around at the constructions and rubbish, at the hooligans and wannabe gangbangers, and the rancid smell. Hundred buildings all the same, he wanted to get closer as he watched you walk alone in those sticky white painted brick walls, you stopped suddenly by one of the brown doors, there were only four other doors in that floor, waiting patiently, an old lady opens the door, you two exchanging pleasantries as you handed the lady two of your grocery bags, a small dog came to say hello and then… there she was.

She was small for her age, she didn’t jump with excitement or say much to you, just a slight bow to the old lady and she walked in front of you as you said goodbye, only stopping two doors down.

Your apartment was small, two small bedrooms, small kitchen and barely sparsely decorated, but it was clean and tidy, your daughter dropped her school bag, and headed for the bedroom while you moved to the kitchen, never really talking to each other, he found himself flying closer just to get a perfect vision of that child.

She was a mini-you, taken so much from you, whoever the father was it didn’t seem to have mattered in the end for the kid got nothing from him, she changed to her pajamas as you sat on the couch after throwing away your uniform to the floor.

You two talked briefly, you didn’t read her any stories before bed or kissed her good night, you simply stared at each other and talked while you stretched your feet.

The little girl entered her room, a tidy space, books piled up on the floor in sharp stacks against the wall, a desk containing some electronics and a couple stuffed animals.

She was a cute thing, just like you had been once, her hair short and her straight bangs covering most of her face, too long for it too be safe, she had your complexion and jet black hair, she sat on her desk turning the desk lamp and picked her Kindle up, looking at her clock then back at her Kindle, she sat there for a couple minutes digesting some pages until it was almost midnight, before heading to the living room– you’d passed out on the couch, she took your phone and put it to charge fidgeting with something before leaving it, turning the TV off, and finally turning around to slip a quilt on top of her mother.

Homelander almost felt sorry for the kid, after all you had done to him only to neglect your child, you were just as much of a scumbag as he had imagined, he had had enough wanting to fly away until he saw the little girl staring back at him.

The lights were off on the home, and it was dark with the streets below shaded piss yellow, he looked around wondering if there was something nearby that caught your daughter’s attention but she was staring straight at Homelander, she forced the window open peeking her small frame slightly out the window, in the dark starless night while strangers made a ruckus a couple streets from here, a bright twinkling of pale blue illuminated your home.

He got closer, something caught in his throat as he came only a meter away from your daughter.

She looked so much like you but her eyes even as they lost their unnatural light were so blue, as if the entire ocean lived in her eyes.

The curtains slid shut, his chin flicked in surprise as he caught the small figure plainly ignoring him, he was loved by all, especially children! Even those whose favorites were Noir, A-Train or Maeve loved him! Yet this little girl had just shrugged him off and ignored him, simply returning to her bedroom to shut the second set of blinds and jump straight to bed.

Homelander was left dumbfounded, not once had he seen such disinterest and callousness from a member of his safest demographic, so he stood in mid-air pondering about killing both of you briefly, just as the heat from his cheeks cooled down, he stared at the now sleeping brat, wondering about that inhuman blue light that glossed her big round eyes.

[yanpotatowriter]

Yandere Xavier Thorpe headcanons

Xavier is the type of yandere to absolutely spoil the ever loving hell out of his obsession, with and without them knowing. Giving them anonymous gifts with obsessive and oddly specific love letters attached to them that could make the skin crawl of who ever reads it. He draws his obsession a lot, a lot of the painting in his room and his shed are of his obsession, but he does cover them up with so that unless they remove the fabric from them no one will know what the painting looks like. He has an entire sketchbook dedicated to his obsession, drawing things he saw in his vision and just drawing them whenever they are in class with him.  Because of that he doesn’t sit next to his obsession for this reason, but when he is, he makes sure to use his ‘normal’ sketchbook, so his obsession won’t find out about his other sketchbook.

He listens in on conversations his obsession has whenever he is nearby, and if they just so happen to mention something that they might want he will just buy it. Whenever he manages to talk to his obsession he always has to think about what is common knowledge and what not to mention around them because no one is supposed to know that certain piece of information. He will make gore drawings of his rivals and make sure his rivals see it by shoving it under their dorm door, while making sure that no one is able to be able to figure out that those drawings are his.   He will just say that it was not him because he was making other drawings and that someone else must have a hidden talent for it. He will follow his obsession around like a lost puppy if they were friends or became friends during, or before he realized he was heavily in love with them, often offering to carry their stuff for them or to help them with art assignments. He does get jealous very quickly, and it can lead to arguments with his obsession when they are not willing to listen to him, but he manages to manipulate him/make them feel guilty and get his obsession to say sorry to him even if it was not their fault.

[proudpokemonmama]

The Nymph's melody

Chapter 5, The Battle Gala

Warnings: None

POV, Third person

Nessa immediately went to Kelly, unable to contain her amusement and satisfaction at seeing the troublemaker Poké-maniac being morally destroyed by the young pop idol and they began to talk as casually as if they were long-time friends and then the other gym leaders joined them on a nice conversation. Kelly and Piers hit it off quickly as they discovered their shared love of music by creating their own bubble.

That was when Mr. Rose spoke, drawing the attention of everyone present and announced the long-awaited moment of the night's event: The Battles of the Battle Gala Ball.

Through draws, pairs of a total of ten pairs of trainers among all those present would be chosen through the Pokéballs that were given to all guests and only twenty contained Pokémon forming pairs of their species and consequently pairing those chosen to participate in the battles.

To better organize the order, there were groups defined by numbers on the Pokéballs and an employee would be assigned to each of the groups who would open the Pokéballs to see which Pokémon would come out or not and if one appeared, it would be easier to identify who had possession.

Eventually, after the entire process of identifying those who had a pokeball with pokémon, the trainers were looking for their partner, Leon for example was one of the trainers who were chosen because the pokeball in his possession had a Noivern and coincidentally (or maybe not) Kelly had the Pokéball that contained another Noivern.

Honestly, Kelly needed all her strength not to laugh at the situation of being paired with the champion and even though he didn't recognize that she was the trainer that day with the dynamax pokémon causing destruction. Not that he could do it easily because of the masks.

Kelly: I never expected this, but I feel flattered to battle alongside the unbeatable champion. – she commented, doing her best not to laugh.

Her little comment made the champion smile before giving a small bow like a good gentleman.

Leon: I, who am humbled by the honor of battling alongside a beautiful, powerful lady, can easily say that you are a skilled trainer. Your charizard and her mega stone say that. – he couldn't help but comment, knowing that the said charizard was strong in itself.

The champion is surprised when Katherine also know as Katty, Kelly's charizard, rubs her snout affectionately against his face and a sound almost like a purr reverberates in her throat.

Kelly: Go ahead and compliment her, she loves it and I hope you doesn't mind. Katty is very affectionate with whoever she likes and from what I see she got attached to you very quickly, which doesn't happen often. – she had to stop herself from laughing seeing Leon enjoying the affection.

Leon: No problem, but aren't you a beautiful and strong girl? – the champion gushed affectionately to Katherine.

Kelly looked contentedly at the scene, not failing to notice how the champion's trump pokémon seemed happy to see that his trainer and his pokémon crush were getting along well and yes Kelly had noticed how Leon's charizard seemed in love at her charizard.

Once everyone had found their pairs, the order of battles was announced with them being the third pair to battle and Leon and Kelly would be facing Nessa and Milo. The public was guided to an area of bleachers and balconies and the floor of the gardens opened through a mechanism that brought a battle arena and barrier devices were activated to contain any pokémon move that might come towards the audience.

After the other trainers had their battles and the field was repaired, it was their turn and Leon, Kelly, Milo and Nessa headed towards the battlefield with the judge ready to coordinate and supervise the battle.

- It will be a tag battle, the use of Dynamax or Gigantamax, Z-moves and Mega evolution will be optional and limited to just one challenger from each pair in each match. – the referee began to explain the rules – Each challenger can use a single Pokémon and the pair of challengers who knock out both of their opponents' Pokémon wins!

The referee mounted on his aegislash then flew higher away from the field.

- Challengers, prepare your Pokémon! – the referee announced while all four picked up their Pokéballs – Set ready... GO! – he shouted announcing the start of the match.

Hearing the permission announcing the start of the match, each one sent their Pokémon to the field and Milo sent his eldegoss and Nessa sent drednaw who released their war cries respectively once on the field. As for Leon he sent his aegislash and as for Kelly his Pokémon surprised everyone as the light faded from said Pokémon's body revealing a beautiful and imposing Venusaur.

Many were amazed by the imposing aura of that Pokémon, but they still didn't witness anything when the battle actually started. Leon alone was being relentless commanding his aegislash with the leaders keeping up well with his pace and any adversity.

Kelly, on the other hand, also kept up well with the champion's pace, easily combining offensive, defensive, evasive and supporting Leon's Pokémon, causing a lot of difficulty for the two gym leaders who felt their blood pumping with emotion and adrenaline against another skilled and strong opponent.

The said champion also felt the excitement of the battle, admitting to being impressed with Kelly's skill in commanding the Venusaur, which was being formidable not only because of its type advantage. The Pokémon that Kelly referred to as 'Alphonse' emanated experience from many battles, something like more than he probably has compared to any of Kelly's experience have as a Pokémon trainer.

The battle was intense, but victory smiled at Leon and Kelly. Other battles occurred, the two then faced Kabu and another trainer specializing in flying types. Kabu had sent his fellow centiskorch and the other trainer sent a pidove while Leon sent Rhyperior and Kelly sent a female dragonair named Eliza.

The level of the battle was indescribable, many trainers were accustomed to Leon and Kabu's skills. But some were taken by surprise with Kelly's creativity and adaptability in battle, such as how she used 'Dragon Rush' as an evasion and or 'Dragon dance' as a shield, avoiding attacks from opponents, as well as being a great agile support for Leon and his Rhyperior securing another victory.

Another battle was between Gordie and a trainer who was the daughter of a sponsor who had already battled against another pair before Leon and Kelly faced Kabu and the other trainer who was pairing with him, the gym leader sent his shuckle and the trainer sent a manectric while Leon had sent an inteleon and Kelly a marowak that she referred to as 'Anthony'.

Some were surprised that Leon chose a Water type that had an advantage against a Rock type but was at a disadvantage against an Electric type like the other trainer's Manectric. Even if Kelly's marowak had the advantage against the opposing Pokémon it would be a difficult battle for the champion's inteleon.

Some of his friends among the gym leaders questioned the choice, but it wasn't until that moment that Anthony, Kelly's marowak, proved to be the key to the battle. Leon and Kelly had discussed strategies when it was their turn to battle Gordie and the trainer he was paired with.

Her marowak had the ability “Lightning Rod” and it wasn't necessary to tell Leon much about the details of the ability, Anthony was being the key point in compensating for the disadvantages between Leon's Inteleon against the Pokémon that Kelly deduced would be an Electric type.

The champion had brought his inteleon, becoming one of the best options against Gordie's Pokémon and Kelly deduced that the trainer who was with the gym leader would use an electric type and she introduced Anthony or simply Tony to the champion.

Anthony, following Kelly's lead, also covered up using ground-type moves against the manetrict and fighting-type moves against the shuckle, alternating turns to attack with the champion's inteleon that focused on the gym leader's rock-type Pokémon.

Another victory was guaranteed and entitled to praise from Gordie who, despite his frustration at having lost, had a lot of fun with the battle and even jokingly commented on how the adrenaline was still pumping through his veins after the battle. The other trainer was also happy and comically coincidentally was a fan of Kelly, not missing the opportunity to ask for an autograph and a photo with her idol.

Leon and Kelly joined the other gym leaders now that their block's battles were over and now it was the other block of duos' turn to battle. The pop idol was chatting with Nessa while Kelly treated the Pokémon she had already battled and gave treats and berries to them and the others she had brought with her.

Milo was a little busy admiring Alphonse who took a liking to the grass-type gym leader, a bit predictable, but an adorable and worthwhile scene. Leon watched in contentment seeing his charizard interacting and getting along with Katty, Kelly's charizard.

The rounds of the other group of pairs would soon begin to decide who would be facing Leon and Kelly, but many emotions were still to come, and the night was far from over.

I do not own Pokémon or any element of the franchise, I only own any original characters and the plot of the story created for the sole purpose of entertainment among fans. Any type of reproduction or plagiarism of my content will not be tolerated in any way.

[softestnatalie]

Abandoned corridors of the heart

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x female!reader

Timing: Season 1

Chapter Summary: Your group arrives at the CDC and things don't go exactly as planned. Daryl seems to regret the words he’s said.

Warnings: alcohol use, characther death, dead bodies

Autor's note: I really love this chapter 'cause Daryl and reader finally have their first honest moment together (even tho they're drunk lol). Also, I am so sorry for the long wait, school is really time consuming, but I hope you can unterstand. Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated and the support would really help me. Have fun reading <3

Chapter 4: Just for one moment

Your eyes followed Jim as the van started moving again, his body leaning against a tree with his eyes closed as he tried to fall asleep in peace. Your heart cracked a little more at the state he was in; his skin bright red and glowing, showing how much he must have been burning up from the inside, the droplets of sweat running down his face and neck only proving the point.

He refused to go any further with you and your group, his body hurting unbearably and the fear of putting just a single one of his people in danger because of his bite made him stay right there - beside the road - as the rest of you drove away.

Leaving him behind hurt you more than you'd like to admit, your hands grabbing the fabric of your dirty jeans harshly as you forced yourself to let him go. You hadn't known him for long - only four days - but he was kind - kind enough to let you stay with him and his friends even though none of them knew you.

With a heavy sigh leaving your lips, you sat down on your knees, still looking out the window and watching as the woods around you blurred when Dale sped up the van. It was quiet - awfully quiet - and the tension inside the moving vehicle was thick enough to cut with a knife, the loss of yet another member of the group affecting everybody.

"You okay?" Glenn whispered after a few more minutes of silence, trying to be as private as possible, though you were sure the others could hear him just fine.

You didn't react at first and Glenn thought that maybe you didn't even realise he was talking to you but then you turned your head, staring at him with an expression he could only describe as pained. You nodded slowly even though both of you knew it was a lie.

The asian boy bit his lip in concern, not sure if he should just drop it, "You sure?" He whispered again after a moment, deciding to ask you a second time.

And as if that one simple question was enough to hurt you, your facade crumbled, the blank expression you had on your face molded into a quivering lip and furrowed eyebrows. Before you could do anything to stop it, your throat clenched tightly as a sob broke through. It was too much for you. Death and blood was all you could see in that moment - three people in just one night; Amy, Jim, and your mother. Deep down you'd always known that she'd leave someday, sooner ot later. It wasn't supposed to be this soon though.

Gleen's eyebrows shot up in shock when he heard your cries, looking around and seeing everyone's eyes directed on your tiny figure. He hesitated for a second before he reached out his arm, wrapping it around your shoulder and pulling you into his side carefully, trying to give you a small piece of comfort. Though it only made you cry harder. Your nails were digging into your palms, your body tensing as you wished to be somewhere else - alone.

Andrea placed one of her hands over yours, squeezing it softly and telling you silently that she understood your pain. You didn't look at her but you were thankful.

A few hours later, the van stopped in front of a road blockade. Glenn stood up, forcing you to lift your head off of his chest as you got back on your feet as well, following him out of the vehicle. Your arm flew over your face - covering your mouth and nose - as soon as you stepped outside, the corpses on the street making the air smell way too bad.

The group stumbled over the dead bodies, Shane and Rick leading all of you to the huge, white building with their guns raised, ready to shoot if something was to attack them.

"Keep moving, come on," Rick said, looking behind him to make sure everybody was following along.

Shane tried to pull up the shutters while Rick banged on them, trying to get inside or to make whoever was living in that building realise you were there. Though nobody showed a sign of letting you all in and you figured the CDC was empty.

You jumped when Daryl started yelling all of a sudden, raising his crossbow, "Walkers!"

Before you could even react on your own, Glenn grabbed your shoulder, forcing to to hide behind him, shotgun in hand and ready to shoot, "Stay there, okay?" He looked at you with a worried yet serious expression, "Right behind me, you understand?"

You nodded in agreement. Not only because you trusted him but also beause you didn't have any kind of weapon with you, making it quite impossible for you to protect yourself.

Everybody was tense and disappointed, the hope of getting help - maybe even some kind of cure - gone. Just gone. Shane was trying to think of another plan - another place for you to go - while Rick didn't want to accept your defeat.

"You're killing us! You're killing us!" He screamed repeatedly as he continued to bang on the shutters. And it was honestly starting to scare you, the noise attracting even more walkers, Daryl taking care of them.

"There's no one there!" Shane yelled and grabbed Rick roughly by the collar of his sheriff uniform, pulling him away and forcing him to come with the rest of the group.

And just then, the shutters opened, a bright light making you wince and cover your eyes.

Everybody's movements paused, looking at the now open building in shock - almost disbelief. Someone was there. A doctor. Alive. Your mouth dropped slightly as you realised there was still a chance. Hope.

"Come on," Glenn whispered to you, following Rick and Shane inside in small, carful steps.

The inside was - you didn't even know how to describe it - but you guessed beautiful was an accurate word. Clean. It looked almost innocent - as if everything was still normal.

"Hello?" Rick called out.

The clicking sound of a gun was heard, "Anybody infected?" A blonde, old looking man made his way towards you, keeping his gun raised.

Rick swallowed loudly, "One of our group was," he lowered his head, "He didn't make it."

The mention of Jim made another frown appear on your face, thinking that if the doctor in front of you had any kind of medicine to stop the infection, Jim wouldn't be able to recieve it anymore.

"Why are you here? What do you want?" The man asked so quickly you almost couldn't understand his words.

"A chance," you spoke up when nobody knew what to say, "We want a chance."

The man's eyes drifted towards you, noticing you for the first time. He seemed to think about your words before he eventually agreed, "You all submit to a blood test."

Later that night, Jenner let you all have dinner with him and to say you were fascinated by the dishes on the table would be an understatement. Real food, right in front of you, something you all hadn't seen in weeks. It made you crack a tiny smile, being beyond grateful for the doctor's hospitality.

"You know, in Italy, children have a little bit of wine with dinner," Dale laughed as he filled Lori's glass with the red substance, "And in France."

Lori shook her head and covered Carl's glass with her hand, taking a sip of her wine, "Well, and when Carl is in Italy or France, he can have some."

The group laughed again and everyone seemed to be in a good mood for once, wearing big smiles and grins on their faces. And even though you were still really sad about your recent loss, you managed to have a good time, laughing when Carl was allowed to taste a tiny sip, watching as he swallowed it with a grimace, an 'ewww' leaving his lips.

"Now ya, (y/n)," Daryl's voice surprised you, "I wanna see how red yer face can get," He walked towards you with a wine bottle in his left hand and, surprisingly, with his lips formed in a teasing smile. You didn't think you would ever get to see Daryl smile. Acutally smile.

"Oh no, no no," you shook your head and waved your hands around, but it was no use, he was already filling your glass up, not even giving you time to take it yourself. Instead, he took it with one hand, the other grabbing the back of your head as he brought the glass up to your lips, making you drink a bit of it.

"Here, easy, girl," he said as he put the glass on the table, the group laughing once again when they saw your pursed lips, the red liquid running down the corners of your mouth.

"You got a little something on your face," Glenn teased as you swallowed and used your arm to clean your chin.

"Ha ha," you poked your tongue at him before chuckling as well, then looking at Daryl, who was still grinning.

If a little bit of alcohol gets him like this, I'll have to get him drunk more often, you thought. It was nice to see him in a better mood, less serious and guarded. And if you were being as open as you could be; the dimples that formed when he smiled looked quite pretty on him. You have had thoughts like that before - about him - but you chose to ignore them whenever they came up at night, knowing it was for the better, wanting to protect your heart from any more pain. And even though it might sound harsh; Daryl wasn't really the type of man your mother would have approved of.

After dinner, Jenner showed you the rooms your group could stay in. 6. Exactly 6 rooms - which of course wasn't enough for everybody to have their own, so the rooms had to get shared. Rick with Lori and Carl, Dale with Andrea, Carol with Sophia, T-Dog with Jacqui, and Shane with Glenn, leaving you with Daryl.

Glenn gave you an apologetic look as he walked off with Shane, making you pout like a little child. You were hoping to share a room with him since he was the closest to you out of the group. You were also quite drunk after Daryl had poured you another glass, and staying with said man - who apparently only liked you when he was inebriated - was making you a little too nervous.

He swung his arm over your shoulder, pulling you into him with a rather rough motion which made you yelp in surprise, "Come on, girl," he slurred his words and you were honsetly a little scared he wouldn't even remember the night the next morning, "Let's get us to bed," he started walking the both of you into the room, closing the door with his foot, almost slamming it shut, the loud noise ringing through the hallway.

"I can take the floor," you said, looking at the single bed - blanket folded neatly on top of it - and untangling his arm from around your neck. You waited a few seconds but when you didn't get an answer, you looked into his direction.

Big mistake.

"Daryl!" you exclaimed, averting your eyes as quickly as they had found him, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Gonna take a shower," he mumbled and eyed you a little confused once he had the buttons off his shirt open, his chest still covered though, "Wha', barbie? Never seen skin 'fore?" He walked into the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

You scoffed at his words, rolling your eyes and plopping down on the bed, waiting for Daryl to finish his shower so you could wash yourself as well. Again, something you all hadn't done in weeks. You took the time alone to sober up a little bit, your brain becoming only the tiniest bit clearer.

You were hoping your group could stay here on long terms. Doctor Jenner didn't tell you how long your group was allowed to be there, but if everything turned out to be as good as it seemed, you really thought your group had a chance of actually living at the CDC. If Jenner let you, that is. You would be safe, the shutters making sure that no walker could ever get inside, enough food and water for at least a few months, and real beds to sleep on. Almost as normal as the life each of you had had before the apocalypse started. Almost.

"'M done," his gruff voice pulled you out of your thoughts, your eyes finding his frame, dressed into the same, dirty clothes with his hair wet and drops of water dripping down his forehead.

You nodded and stood up, rushing into the bathroom with quite a lot of eagerness, "You better didn't use up all the hot water," you spoke loud enough so he could hear you through the door. He didn't anwser.

You took your clothes off hastily and you couldn't help the loud sigh that left your lips when the dirty garments were finally not on your skin anymore. The thought of having to put them on again disgusted you. The cold air made goosebumps rise on your pale body so you finally stepped inside the shower and turned on the water. Your mouth opened in a silent moan once the warm substance hit you, your head dropping back, savoring the sensation you hadn't felt in so long.

The transparent liquid turned into a brownish colour as you rubbed your skin, getting weeks of dirt and the proof of basically living on the streets off of you. It was quite fascinating how something so normal - something people used to do on a daily basis - can become something so special once it gets taken away from them. And you were sure that if life would ever return to normal, you would appreciate every single meal, every single shower, and every single night you would get to sleep on a bed.

A few minutes later, you turned off the water, wishing you could stay inside the shower a little longer, but you didn't want to use too much of the doctor's water, so you stepped out with another sigh, shivering at the cold once again as your body had to get used to the air. You dried yourself with a towel before you put your clothes back on, taking a mental note to wash them as soon as possible.

The mirror on the wall showed you what you had been so scared of seeing and you really couldn't even recognise yourself anymore. You felt as if a completely different person - a stranger - was staring back at you. Your skin much paler than you had ever seen it before, cheekbones and jawline way more visible than they had been just a few weeks ago, eye bags decorating your face, and your hair was - even though you brushed it as often as possible - tangled.

The sight made you frown visibly. Who even were you anymore?

You didn't want to have to see your reflection any longer so you left the bathroom in a hurry. Though, you stopped in your tracks when you saw Daryl lying on the floor right next to the bed. His body was slightly curled up and he didn't move so you guessed he was already asleep. You didn't miss the fact that he purposely left the bed to you, though, you didn't know if that made you feel happy or frustrated. You didn't want him to sleep on the floor because of you and, really, you would have been fine with taking the hard surface. And if he would have been awake you certainly would have argued with him, but he wasn't and you didn't want to wake him up. He didn't seem to sleep that much as it was so you climbed into bed as silently as possible, not wanting to make too much noise.

"Didn' mean it," you had just laid down when his voice rang through the room in a quiet whisper, making you turn your head to look into his direction, even though you couldn't properly see him from where you were laying.

"What do you mean?" You asked him, not knowing what he was talking about.

It was quiet fot a few seconds and you were sure that he really had fallen asleep this time but then he spoke up again, "What I said," he started, "At the camp. 'Bout y'all deservin' what happened. Didn' mean it."

You thought about his words and realised that this was probably his was of saying sorry. You didn’t think he would even try to apologise but there he was, telling you he didn't mean what he had said. And maybe he didn't notice, but the small smile on your face showed how much that meant to you. You hoped he would be just as nice to you when he was fully sober, but a part of you was sure he wouldn't be. Still, the fact that he cared about what you thought was enough for you in that moment.

"I know."

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[eisdendrobium]

somewhere above the rainbow

characther : kaveh x reader genre : fluff/angst

summary : you moved to sumeru to continue your study at the academia and met someone unexpectedly, never did you thought that person would change your life so much.

"the names kaveh, what's yours may i ask?" a smile was plastered on kaveh's lips.

it was the first day you went into the academia, the environment feels so different here than it was in mondstatd. the hallway is packed with students and you were there, walking by yourself, not knowing where to go.

thankfully a guy bump into you while you were not looking, "ouch, sorry" you apologized and look to the classes to search for your class "it's fine, i should be the one apologizing anyway.. you looking for someone?" he asked

you averts your gaze towards him "no,, i'm looking for my class"

"well what class are you looking for?" you tell him the specified class

"i might say it's your lucky day girlie, that's my class , let's go, i'll show you the way" the guy starts guiding you towards your class

"come on you can seat next to me" he pats the empty spot next to him before taking a seat in his spot.

"soo, what's your name?" you asked awkwardly "glad you ask, the names kaveh, what's your may i ask?" a smile was plastered on kaveh's lips "it's y/n, nice to meet you kaveh" "you too y/n"

weeks and months had pass and each day your friendship with kaveh grows stronger and tighter.

"hey y/n, mind if i stay at your place for a while?" kaveh asked while he pack his bag

"sure, why though?" "well, my mother is inviting her friends over and i really don't want to be there you know? with all of the middle aged woman who keeps on commenting about my life?" he complains

"i- yeah, i totally get you, and sure let's go"

the walk home was short, for you live near the academia. "good afternoon y/n, glad you're back, and i see that you bring your friend here too, let me help you with your bags" your maid, Alia took both yours's and kaveh's bag.

"want anything ve? i'm going to have a snack" "uh.. yeah sure"

"just make yourself feel at home" you tell him and kaveh just gave you a nod

after you got your snacks, the both of you went back to the living room to do your assignments.

a couple of hours had pass and you're starting to get bored "hey, mind if i bake some cookies?" you asked

kaveh looked dumbfound "..huh?" "i've finished my work and i'm getting quite bored"

"oh yea sure, go ahead" kaveh said

not long after you went to the kitchen kaveh finishes his work and went after you. hearing a footsteps behind you, you turn around to see kaveh.

"soo what're you makin?" he asked while peeking his head to the mixing bowl

"chocolate chip cookie" you answered his eyes shines like a little kid "cool! can i help?" "why not"

he then began to pour the ingredients in, of course all under your watch.

midway mixing, a brilliant idea makes its way into kaveh's head, "ooh, what if we add harra fruit in?"

"no, it'll taste weird" kaveh went up to you with his diced up harra fruit.

hearing that, he stood silently in his place, hands still holding the fruit and eyes locking with you, just as you were about to turn back to your batter you see kaveh dashing up to the bowl, wanting to throw the fruit

"NO!" thankfully you managed to hold his wrist right before he threw the harra fruit

"but i love themmmm" he whines "and i don't, now if you don't mind why don't you put- NOOO" seeing you ramble, kaveh took that as an opportunity and threw the fruit into the bowl!

"hehehehe" kaveh gave you a devilish laugh

*ding* after thirty minutes the cookies are finally ready. "finally" kaveh mutter and went up to the oven.

"kaveh wait you haven't-!" "OUCH WHAT THE FUCK YOU PIECE-" wow. this is the first time you've hear words that beautiful.

seeing kaveh jumping and flapping his hands around the air to soothe the burn away, could only make you laugh.

"not funny!" he complaints "so-sorry" you apologies in the middle of your laughing

you regain your composure and grab the oven glove kaveh forgot "you haven't wear these glove, kaveh" you show him your gloved hands and took the tray of cookies out.

the smell a bit weird becuase kaveh insist of adding the fruit so you ends up placing a diced of harra furit on top of three of the cookies. "mmm it smells so nice"

"what is this smell? did you burn something y/n?" your mother came into the kitchen with a scrunched up face

oh how funny it is to see kaveh's face turn red from embarrassment, your mother looks at kaveh with a surprised look

"oh i didn't know you're inviting your friend over y/n, hello, what's your name?"

"it's kaveh mrs hehe" kaveh let's out an awkward chuckle

"um we're baking cookies mother, and i did a little experment with a few of them, thought they'd turn out nice but,, yeah didn't become what i've hoped for" you explained sheepishly while showing her the cookies.

she looks at it unconvinced and a bit grossed out ouch before shrugging and leave.

two years had passed and both of your's and kaveh's friendship is undoubtly strong. yet now you're at the end of your journey, and what a crazy one it was. it felt like you were just here yesterday but here you are now, graduating.

a black robe and a black hat was worn by everyone, sitting impatiently to hear their names being called. and there it was, your name. you stood up and walk towards your teacher,

this is it, you've finally finish. all of your hard work they pays off. "congratulation y/n may the dendro archon bless your journey"

walking off the stage, you also hears kaveh's name being called, he stood up and walk proudly to the stage, oh how happy does he looked when it was his turn.

i mean of course, graduation is something special! it's the one day you could celebrate your success in school.

but in the amidst of these happiness you could feel a bit of sadness inside you.

your parents had decide that you'll be going back to mondstadt. "wow that's so cool! you could live in peace there, mondstadt is the city of freedom right!" that's what they all said.

and they're right, mondstadt is a beautiful place. but a part of you still wanna stay here. in sumeru, with kaveh.

kaveh run up to you with a bright smile, "we finally did it y/n! we finally graduate!"

"yeah" you gave him a small smile

"aren't you excited?! you're going back to mondstadt right? i heard it's a nice place"

"yup" you could see the happiness in his eyes, those eyes that sparkles like kids. how you're going to miss seeing them

without you realizing, a tear drops from your eye.

"hey why are you crying?" kaveh looks at you worriedly

you wipe them and chuckle "nothing, i'm just sad that i can't see your stupid grin again"

"..ouch, and besides, we could always meet up, i really want to visit mondstadt too"

"yeah, i guess you're right.. and.." kaveh looks at you, waiting for you to continue "nevermind"

today is the day you leave to mondstant, "i'll miss you y/n" al haitham said with his usual tone

"you too, al haitham" you smile at him

"oh, and could you give this to.. kaveh? please don't open it" you show him a letter, wrapped so delicately

"sure" you thank him and leaves, seeing that kaveh couldn't bid you his final goodbye he sent haitham to look for you the last time.

"here, y/n wanted to give you this" al haitham shoves the letter to kaveh's face.

he took it and glare at his roomate "you didn't read it before me right?" and al haitham just hum as he leave

kaveh admire the delicately wrapped letter that's a bit wrinkled from al haitham's shoving just now. slowly he opens them and read the letter.

to my dearest friend, kaveh

hi kaveh! how're you doing? i hope you're doing alright. one thing i know is that you probably read this when i'm way in mondstadt. there's actually one thing i need to say,

the truth is i've fallen for you, kaveh. your dazzling face always seem to haunt me everyday. year after year we spent together as friend only make me fall harder.

at first, i refuse to believe i actually like you, i'm scared of the heartbreak that may come my way if you tell me you only see me as your friend.

but in the end, i gave up. i stop pretending i don't have feelings for you. Kaveh, i love you from the deepest part of my heart.

everyday for two years we've spent together, all of the ups and down we experience as students, i love all of it.

i've notice all of the small details about you, stuff that may be an ick to other people, but to me, they're adorable. those small habits you have is what makes you, you.

Kaveh i don't know if this feeling of mine is mutual, but even if it's not i wouldn't say i regret loving you. ever. loving you was never a mistake.

for now we are no longer together. i wanted you to know that i'll always love you with every breath i take.

kaveh, i wish you all of the best to come your way,

may we meet again in the brighter future!

[kavaeroexe]

Aye this 🐦 Anon again , man... I very feel guilty because i sent to you much random crossover idea ... anyway ..

Idea some crossover yandere theme again. i will send another idea about crossover-im sorry , still Elysia!reader just said " Hei [name characther] ... when I'm gone... When it turn to end the war ... Will you find me ?"

Reader mention about the clone war or the Order 66 etc, and reader think they can't alive until that end. What they reaction about reader say that ?

Some angst thing , that i found from fanart that i see ahaha ah...

Anyway luvv you , have a great day 💖

ANGSTY WHY, BUT ILY 🐦 ANON, ILY BUT WHY

" Hei ... when I'm gone... When it turns to end the war ... Will you find me ?"

Elysia!reader x Yan!star wars

warning: typos, bad grammar  

attention! please do not try to repost my works, I only post my works on Tumblr, if anyone see someone stole my works please inform me through the comments, tag me in the works, or message me!  

Anakin Skywalker

the moment he hears it, he stopped doing whatever he’s doing

he starts to worry and asking you so many things 

“Are you okay? what’s wrong?”

“Hey hey... nobody is going to be gone, okay? please tell me what’s wrong.”

if you tell him that you’re not really sure you’re going to make it until the end, he’s going to assure you that you’ll make it until the end with him

he believes you’re a strong person and will be able to end these wars together.

but you still asking the same question, that will he finds you

“Of course, anything so you could get back to my side” He claims it, while he hugged you tightly and after that, he’ll kiss you softly.

if you have really gone, he’ll use all his time and effort, sending messages, looking for you from one place to place, from one planet to planet.

when he’s able to find you, the first thing he’ll do is spin you around and greet you with a thousand kisses, stroking your hair, and mumbling, “Don’t do this ever again, I miss you so much”

he’ll spend thousand years just so he could find you, no matter what things he will face soon, he’ll face it just so he could find you.

and in case something like that happens again, he starts locking you u, even though it’s useless.

Obi-Wan Kenobi

this man also goes silent the moment you asked about it

but the difference is that he immediately answers your question while reassuring you about it

“I will... I will. Don’t worry my dear, no need, I’ll keep my words.”

he’ll cuddle you if you guys have the time, and while cuddling, he’ll softly whisper things like “You’re strong, the strongest person I know, so you’ll be going to be fine.” or  “It’s okay dear, nobody will be able to take you away for so long, I’ll deal with them”

weird for General Kenobi to say something like that, but ey this is yandere’s theme

but after all of that sweet words, he truly meant to keep his words.

It’s you 

he never wants to lose you, not in the slightest.

when you turn out make it till the end, he’ll say “See? you’re way better than who you think you are.”

but when it turns out you’re really gone, he will not try to find you somewhere far away for a starter, instead he will try to look around him, especially the places you love to hide at

or somewhere that means important to you

once he’s able to find you, he will stand far away, before the next second he saw you run towards him and hug him

“Hello there, I keep my words didn’t I?”

[idontevenknowifimahumanornot]

DOING REQUEST!

About me : i like seaweed. Use they/them for my pronounce

My writing stlye : i wrote like how i imagen the characther was writing in theyre journal.

Rules

I do gn reader

Idk, go crazy!! >_<

Bsd x reader (no other anime plis!!)

[mint-yooxgi]

Hi! I just had to say I absolutely LOVE your y!Yuta x chubby reader story. As a chubby person myself I'm thankfull that there are romance stories of us as the mc. There should be more though since then we (chubby people) would realize we dont have to be 'skinny' in order to be loved we are just as loveable as anybody else and we dont have to 'work' on ourselves before getting into a relationship (The same could also be said about disabilities- we dont see much of a romance novels/stories esp. fanfictions with a disabled mc. Or at least I haven't). Well, actually i think this 'you have to look certain way in order to be loved" is something everybody has been told and the media enforces it (explains pick me's peraphes?). That problem should def be fixed.

Also I love that you showed us her inner thoughts and that she had a couple of very supportive around her (i would never be brave enough to talk about my struggles with my friends, they are great friends actually i just don't like to talk about my feelings lol).

Another thing I loved was how your characthers always ask for consent (in other drabbles too). I feel it's sooooo important to have it in (esp. yandere) stories like that. Though consent should be asked all the time even if they already have been togheter for years. And the ending where Yuta say: "Now, it's time for mine." sounds more like a demand than asking for consent. Something like: "Can I now have mine?" should work better. Of course unless it's the point that they never consider yn's feelings or thoughts since they are at the end of the day yandere and they 'know' what's best for their lover.

Oh no, I'm sorry i babbled so much but overall I really liked your drabble and I cant wait for more! Best of luck!

Hello there! Thanks so much for reading and enjoying my fic!!

I agree, there should always be more stories that are inclusive to everyone!! The media definitely plays a strong role in society and culture by enforcing beauty standards and ableist notions. Again, I agree, it should change and be more inclusive for everyone.

And oof, take it from one who has done the exact same thing as you before by not sharing my feelings. Don't do that. In the end, you're telling yourself that your emotions, boundaries, thoughts, and feelings don't matter by pushing them aside like that. Especially if they're negative, all of those feelings are just going to keep building and by keeping them bottled up, they might just one day overflow and become so much more than one can handle. I would recommend getting in contact with a therapist or a counsellor at least so you can have a healthy outlet for those feelings if you feel as if you cannot talk to your friends about them!

Again, thank you! I agree, I think consent is very important not only in stories, but just in general! Though, I'm going to have to agree to disagree on you comment about the last line of my fic. I can 1000% understand how it could be interpreted that way. However, given everything else in that fic that Yuta does and says, he would never, not in a million years, ever do anything like that without the OC's consent. If the OC immediately goes 'no' or 'stop' or even so much as grimaces or hesitates, he would not go forward with what he was about to do.

The reason it ends with that line is due to a few reason.

Pacing of the fic - The line at the end is meant for impact, ending on a high note. The flow of the story is always important to me, and it felt right to end it as I did, as I had always planned.

Yuta's character - as mentioned previously, throughout the fic, the OC's comfort and personal preference are Yuta's number one priority. During the smut scene, he even explicitly states so, and as soon as the OC expressed hesitation or discomfort, he immediately asked if they wanted to stop. During this scene, Jiyeon calls and takes the OC's attention away from him, and Ayato was brought up again, so his jealousy is simmering beneath the surface. I wrote him with great undertones of possessiveness, so this comment also stems from this.

Like I say in my disclaimer right at the beginning, I wrote this fic explicitly for me. At the end of the day, I'm going to write what I want to see, and I enjoy that line, honestly. The way I interpret it is that now that Yuta finally has the OC, so to speak, he is overcome by his desire for them, and finally he gets to act on it. To me, knowing someone is desperate and wanting me like that is quite attractive, and given how I wrote Yuta's character (and all my other characters in general) I know that he would never force himself onto the OC like that. Maybe that wasn't clear enough in the fic, though.

I do really appreciate this feedback, though, and I'll try to keep it in mind for next time! I'm always very conscientious of consent in my fics, especially my yandere ones, so I hope to continue to write them like I have been.

Thanks again for reading my fic, I'm glad you enjoyed it!

[liibrii]

Some random Akagi Headcanons:

·      is very athletic. knows how to do a handstand and walk on hands.

·      also knows how to do somersaults. will do them during practice just to flex on the team.

·      too much energy.

·      once climbed on the roof of a gym for a bet.

·      his best subject is PE (that's pretty much canon at this point though)

·      Inarizaki's biggest prankster but never gets caught because he's smart and only does pranks he knows he'll get away with.

·      never hand him the aux cord

·      his favourite show is Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

·      plays Pokemon competetively.

[plasticfangtastic]

American Royalty. Ch. 9

A Homelander x F! Reader/Dadlander fanfic

A/N: so sorry for the long delay, was a bit overwhelmed irl and needed a break from writing, and this chapter its the longest on the fic and editing it was a difficult. thank you so much for reading Hope y'all like it and warning this is a long chapter fr fr-- prev. chapter here:

Tags: mild gore, angst, slow burn, fluff, oc characther, child neglect, dadlander, romance, child murder mention, murder mention.

Chapter Nine

Tally

A field trip to the museum of natural history was scheduled for the day and to your daughter's unsurprised annoyance– here was her father riding the school bus too… 

Homelander had made a surprising decision.

This was his way to win you both, putting himself more and more present in your lives as gently as he could muster, suddenly taking special interest in her schooling, as this was important to you both– more than you had anticipated, he would have. 

Joining the PTA board, not even making an immediate fuss on the injustice of not being worshiped on sight, acting maturely even if slightly jaded about not being handed the head of the table upon blessing them with his presence– but there he was helping out when asked by the other members with fundraisers and other volunteer works if possible. 

He would come and watch them do their homework-- one while at work and the other at his home, coming over every night to tuck her in, for Ryan went to bed at 9 like a good kid and Helena did not turn sleepy ‘til midnight, flying to school almost everyday to make sure both children were still present, and to pick up Ryan. 

Wishing he could take her too but strong enough to accept he couldn't just yet… his many enemies and detractors a source of constant concern in your mind, so even if it hurt, Homelander knew it was the safest thing he could do for now, the simplest thing to ease your worries for the time being.

 Helena was more concerned about how such a busy man had enough time to spare just to stop-by to make sure his kids entered the right car, how he had time to follow the driver to make sure he took the fastest route and that his behavior was proper– poor time management skills and a small battalion of distressed assistants, she thought.

It killed him, it killed him to play a stranger towards her, wishing he could do more than wave good morning and good afternoon, finding himself being stared at by the other caregivers as he gawked at his daughter for too long while she waited for her driver or as she was dropped off by you or her driver in the morning, as you no longer let her walk to school. The girl did a better job at pretending not to know him, offering flat smiles at best while he tried to keep his expression blank.

You couldn’t deny he was trying so dearly to be there.

He found it irritating how easy it was for Helena to talk to the driver than it was to talk to her own father, embitter at the lightness in her voice. The two filling the space with discussions about growing up in the eastern bloc, about how the 60+ year old had worked as a taxi driver for over 20 years before turning to the private sector because the hours were better, about coming to the country in his late teens, fascinated about how his father had raised 2 kids then his 2 nephews after the death of his sister, about how he worked in the sanitation department until he was 80 years old– she spoke with ease to the older man, while stiff and impersonal with him, perpetually cautious around him. Homelander would’ve replaced him on the spot had he not had the itchy feeling that she would get angry at him for it.

The two could discuss work with ease at least– she was quick to unravel office politics and their thousands unspoken rules, coming to understand how Vought's hierarchy was more than just letters outside of doors, and salaries, quite easily.

Engrossed by the bizarre world of Superhero shenanigans, eager to learn what it took to manage the powered and unruly, what it really took to make a Supe, and the spoken human cost that kept the light on… it was all required reading in order to understand how the business was– these people were ultimately vapid and dangerous. A-Train was still a soft spot for her (she was okay with making exception after all everybody did the same) they discussed movie deals and product branding with more spit than it took discussing actual hero work, saving people and doing good was not even secondary to their priorities, while others in the same building discussed murders and other colorful cover-ups made by her fellow brethren over the water cooler. At first The Seven had been opposed to her presence… silently of course, to have a stranger moseying around their territory was unnerving much less a child… but once it became common knowledge that the little would-be tyrant was not a normal child they had turned far more self-conscious, but all it had taken was one look from Homelander daring them voice their discomforts for all of them to shower her with pleasantries and complements, for all of them to act as if she wasn't in the room.

Helena was quick to note how much of a fooney her father was-- faking and selling niceties with believable charm as if this was his normal behavior in their meetings, it was beyond obvious in the unsaid way everybody was fearful of his bite that he was just acting for her sake, confusing the lot, making them wonder why he did such a thing to impress a precocious stranger– Helena could see him squirming in his seat, squeezing his fists, desperate to lash out whenever The Seven irritated him. 

As long as she sat in the room he denied his true nature, she took note of it… curious as to how catastrophic it would be once he reached boiling point, wanting to know if she could push his buttons even further out of morbid curiosity.

The group theorized what truly motivated his behavioral changes, some believed the online whispers of netizens, while others had a more insipid suspicions, thankful that in the long list of abilities he had did not include telepathy– regardless it was nice to not be murdered on the spot for their misdemeanors.

She thought it would’ve been easy if he just spilled the beans but at this point both yours and Homelander’s relationship status had been kept under wraps– the board and Ashley had been the only ones informed. A matter of strategic release, it seemed.

Coming headfirst and dropping the news was considered but the spectacle that came from Homelander’s reveal of Ryan had been grating and a nightmare for the company-- but as the writing team worked their magic, the revelation was woven into a dramatic narrative, feeding scraps and crumbs to the curious masses just to kept the conversation, Ryan had been kept safe from netizens during the trail days, the internet speculated without permission about Homelander's personal life and his son– but now they were invited to do so for you and by extension Helena.

It had all begun from a paparazzi scoop, a staged candid photo showing Homelander in civvie cosplay and you his blushing partner staring at each other romantically, then the money shot of you two kissing in pretend secrecy.

The public went wild with it, for years Homelander’s many relationships were a source of entertainment so this was just another thing for consumption, many tried to learn  about you, the first images just grainy and purposefully angled poorly to kept your partially obscured, with each week after the original release more and more images began circulating… culminating in Homelander’s own social media account announcing his shocking engagement to a young New York chef.

It was all the news could talk about, and now Helena had to bear the public’s sudden interest.

People wanted to know all the details, to know all there was to know about you, your unmarketable story had been handled by Vought making you feel safe but that had been a nightmare on its own, but that was for later…

It would’ve been easy if she at least had Elmo to confide with, if Helena had anybody but her driver and her lab assistant to talk to.

But there she was forever in the confines of her mind, lost in books, and playing chess at school and chess-rooms.

Homelander had noted how quiet she’d become, more than usual… spying from a distance witnessing his daughter’s loneliness and unable to help– At school she was a loner, expected from a child that stood out too much, a child with poor socialization skills and her abrasive personality it wasn't surprising, spending her lunchest alone and break times in the library or the music room honing her skills instead of socializing, on the occasion she could converse with one of the older kids in her music class, bringing a smile to his face… sounding so much like a girl as the older kid taught her a piece– she wasn’t like Ryan who had come out of his shell, making a small group of buddies and acquaintances with ease but Helena hadn’t had any luck. John knew from you, that she had always been like that, with time she would find somebody, that he should be patient, for Helena was resilient… but he couldn’t bear to look at it.

And he knew just what to do.

Sven Cripple wasn’t what he expected– Just another schmuck in marketing that liked to dress in casual clothes to stand out in the office, thinking of Nigel, this man certainly seemed misplaced on the other’s side. He was lanky and tall, his pale blonde hair natural and his nose protruding… it was the tattoos and piercings that looked out of place next to that new money prude. The man gave him an ill-conceived stern look, before washing it with fake friendliness.

“How can I help you Homelander?” He said, looking as his team hurried out of the room.

“Just wanted to come down for a chat… how’s little Elmo doing? Haven’t seen him in daycare for a while.”

“We decided to take Elmo out for the time being–

“Just because my daughter is around” He cut him– that’s a bit cruel.”

“With all due respect sir… your daughter tried to kill my son,” he said with a snap.

“You mean: tried to make him better by increasing his chances of success in this industry.” Homelander tried to remain friendly– I’ve heard that Elmo's health hasn’t deteriorated in the least, and has gotten quite good with his new found powers.”

“Yes, he is doing well. Thank you for your concern, sir.” He took his laptop from the table– is there anything else I can do for you?”

“Yes, bring Elmo back to daycare” Homelander dug into his belt pulling out a pamphlet from Helena’s school– "Is a great school, Elmo would surely thrive there.”

Sven dare not take the piece of paper, feeling nervous as Homelander stares down at him from beneath.

The man took a deep breath wanting nothing but to end the conversation and head back to work.

“Thank you but we like Elmo’s school and we aren’t–

“You live in Chinatown don’t you? Forsyth street, right? Lovely apartment, great price for a three bedroom in this city, decent enough to house that yappy little doodle-mix… so cute! Love your decour who doesn't love mid-century modern… and surprisingly quiet streets plus you’re near an okay school at walking distance and for that price– what a bargain! I’m so jealous” He spoke so smoothly, licking his teeth as he took a step forward– now… just between us. Man to Man… concerned father to concerned dad…” He took the man by the chin cupping his face to force him to watch him straight in the eyes– you’re going to get your store bought misborn brat, and you are going to bring him back to daycare. You’re going to enroll him into this school, and let him and Helena be best friends forever or I’m going to make you eat him. I’ll sit you down and your fucking husband and serve him to you in a platter with so much ssamjang you would lick your fingers from how delicious it was! And then I’ll kill your husband and your yappy little gay dog before you’re framed for their murders.” He says with a smile.

Sven felt his bladder almost empty as the red lights burned so hot, his eyes had turned dry and his lips chapped from the heat radiating from him.

“Now you can go and tell anybody about what I just said, and try to get me in trouble but just so you know… I’m so fast and little kids don’t run that well…. even flying ones; Or you could do as I say and we can pretend to be buddies, right champ?” He gave the man’s cheek a light tap as he turned the lights off– I think Helena and Elmo would make a great team… does he miss her? Don’t lie to me.”

“He’s been upset lately.” he whispers.

Homelander squints but it's pleased at the man’s meek demeanor.

“I know sometimes we parents have to make hard decisions but think about it… it's what you and Nigel always wanted… for him to be famous… under my wing he'll achieve more than any other Supe could, I have this grand vision and I know without him Helena won’t like it… it would benefit him regardless.”

“That's not what–

“You gave him V! Don't act so sanctimonious why else would you if it wasn’t for personal gain!? To make sure he never got a cold!? Please save it… maybe not you… maybe Nigel, but you gave him compound V for a reason. So don’t squander your investment. You are just another greedy wannabe trophy parent.” He spat on his shoe– I expect to see the kid by next week at the latest, förstått?” 

Sven crumbled behind him, making music for Homelander’s ears as the man realized just who Homelander truly was, knowing full well that there was nobody in this building that he could turn to, too afraid to find out what would transpire dare he tried to run.

By next week he could barely contain his smug satisfaction as he saw the kid return– he had done something you couldn’t with such ease, whereas you try talking to Nigel, try to build a connection via apologies that the man hadn’t care for after giving him space… he had given your child his friend back.

While there was no dramatic run towards each other, there was that sweet little smile on her face as they both sat together to draw.

By next month he would join her in school… admittedly Homelander did forget that the kid was in the 2nd grade but even with the distance, they still found ways to see each other… After all, a kid sneaking out of class didn’t stand out if she looked like any other grade schooler.

It was something… it was more than he ever had… he would’ve killed to have at least one more person with him in that room, one he could actually touch… he wanted to give her everything he could but for the first time he shared some of your grief.

“Shouldn’t you be at work?”

Helena ceased to move her fingers from the keys, instead of attending study sessions she had wandered off to one of the music rooms, the teachers well aware and unconcerned.

“Shouldn’t you be in study hall or the library?”

“I like it here.” She turns slightly to face him– you didn't answer my question.”

“I was in the area and decided to come by and say hi.”

“This isn’t your territory and that’s not allowed.” she says firmly.

 “Saw that Elmo started attending school– Mr. Radmilo told me he saw you talking to a kid yesterday evening… a boy that sounded a lot like Elmo.”

Helena chortled mightily amused by his poor performance, before she could say a thing he sat by her side placing a couple fingers making a tune with his fingers, she was tempted to follow him and test if he had any skills.

“That was your doing wasn’t it? Mom wasn’t making any strides in that department… What did you do?”

“I am The Homelander and their boss… would you tell me no, if you were them?”

Helena could only imagine what he would do to strangers he didn’t care about, compared to what he had done to you… he might’ve been worse. She leaned against him playing a couple keys just to play along– it was awful to admit but she was glad, she was glad her friend was back, glad that her lunchest wouldn’t be so lonely, that at least she could sneak out to the playground and hang out with him, that she had somebody to talk to.

“Thank you… do you play?”

“Noir used to play… I would stop by his apartment and he would play for me from time to time… I was taught a couple tunes but it was never for me… I miss it… listening to him.”

“He doesn’t play anymore?”

“That’s just a guy being paid to wear his suit… kept the brand– That’s not my Noir… so anyways… I was thinking you and I can ditch school for the day and hang out before we come back to pick up, Ryan.”

Her eyes opened wide, smirking at the suggestion.

“Asking me to ditch school… that’s not a good thing to encourage…”

“Are you going to fall behind if you do?”

He wrapped his arm around her shoulders pulling her closer, playing with her hair.

“Nope!” She did like the feeling of being pet, it was nice, his hands bigger than yours, feeling so small under his glove and wishing it wasn’t there at all– where are we going?”

“I wanted to show you one of my favorite places in the world.” He said with a glimmer in his eyes– I think you’ll love it!”

She nodded and pushed herself free, letting him drag her out of the school while everybody was bored in class, he tucked her firmly in his arms holding her head against his chest as he took flight.

How could anybody ever get used to this sinking feeling in the gut that comes from the rapid ascent, the way her ears close shut and the taste of blood flooded into her mouth, how did a normal human withstand this when her body was above average yet still struggled, she squeezed his body the best she could, unable to speak or breath. Her mind works fast, knowing this would be risky but she builds a small bubble, gasping as everything around her cranium suddenly feels back at home.

Inside her bubble nothing moves, the air it's still but clear, below the neck it was left to god.

Homelander looked down catching those frightened little hands clutching at him, he slowed down so quickly he made himself queasy, flying was no different from breathing or sleeping to him, he looked down hoping she hadn’t lost consciousness, his throat closing on itself as she took a second to look up shivering in his arms, he squeezed her tight and began his descent, still a couple hundred miles from his destination. 

The ground felt otherworldly as he landed with a soft thud under his boot.

“Am so sorry…” He choked, his body matching hers as he collapses placing her down to check for her wounds, tears welling up making it hard to see.

“Too fast… Too fast” She muttered, trying not to cry as she watched him do the same– okay… that was mach 2?”

He nodded frantically, eyes flooding as he found nothing wrong with her organs.

“Let’s try mach 1… or turtle… do I have any organ failure? I don’t fe-fe-feel I do.” She said as she squatted on the ground making sure to feel the grass on her hands– let’s do that again.”

“Is all good… oh dear god you’re good!” He broke first.

She petted his hair, slumping on his shoulders forming a bubble around her body preventing her father from holding her further, he watched her confusedly as her body slid away from him.

“Actually go full speed I wanna test something” Shaking off her initial fright with ease– take the bubble and go full speed. I need to know something… What a great opportunity to test my abilities!” She said cheerfully– my body it’s able to withstand it to a degree… I was dizzy and I had difficulty breathing but I didn’t bleed… my ears hurt so its likely my eardrums would have bursted if I hadn’t enveloped my head but who knows when that would've happen."

“What are you on about?” He said nervousy.

“Everything is an opportunity to learn! Is okay– is not like I inherited your physiology, all I got was a hearty dose of compound V.” She rubbed her chin– wonder tho… Ryan is a carbon copy of you... there are records of powers being “inheritable” altho there isn’t much research on the matter– would love it if I could use Ryan for research later on, if possible." She mumbled to herself-- Pick me up and let’s go. I need to see if my bubble can withstand high speeds!”

Homelander had a difficult time understanding, for a moment he considered letting her know but the voice in his head told him to keep quiet just for a little longer.

He had a hard time figuring out the most comfortable way to lift the bubble, forcing her to make it smaller for ergonimic reasons, from inside she could find his fingers reshaping the surface by sheer force, a terrifying discovery.

It was no different from a carnival ride, her body flung against the wall of the bubble, the wind rippling all over the surface, pressure forcing her against one direction, but she could still move forward.

They reached the clearing outside an old farmhouse, a dusty american flag waving in the wind of the light blue and gray house, a large tree faced the front and Helena could only recognize it from an episode of Supes in America, he placed her carefully under the tree’s shadow, a wind chime coloured the wind, as she took a step out, following his lead as he entered the house forgetting he had brought her along for a second, the rustling leaves sung alongside rusted chimes, she looked at the overgrown grass and weeds lining the front yard, at last season’s dead leaves and fresh dead ones littered across the porch.

Inside everything had been covered in sheets, old cobwebs had made a home in the once cozy house, and picture frames caked in layers of dust clouding familiar faces.

Homelander headed for the living room where an old piano decorated with plane models adorned the room. She remembered the episode somewhat… expecting a retelling of factoids she could pull out from some youtube clip in an instant, a picture of an older blonde couple holding a small toddler in blue, white and red stripes, in fact they all were wearing some shade of red and blue, she noted.

Helena climbed to the piano picking the photograph as her father just followed quietly.

“Were they nice? Mine suck, lol.”

“They would’ve loved you. I’m sure of it.’ He spoke quietly– mom loved the piano too… I always wanted to hear the old thing play again.”

Helena smiled putting the photo by the dining table before it, flicking the lid open and scouring the music sheet for a decent tune, Homelander sat on the wooden table watching her hands play 'Schubert– moment musicaux No. 3', her fingers long enough to not strain her hand as she started to get to the most difficult parts of the intermediate song.

“Just like mom used to play… you must’ve gotten it from her.”

“Thank you.” Her fingers began to move to a different tempo, speeding up as she began a different concerto, Homelander picked it up watching her quizzically as her hands moved faster and faster, there was a darkness in the music– she must’ve been a virtuoso to be able to play Brahms most obnoxious pieces as a hobby!”

Her fingers smashed on the keys as the Hungarian dance sped up, missing notes and pains building all the way up her elbow– quitting all together, cursing at her fingers for being too short, cursing at her arms, wiping the sweat of her brow angrily.

She took the music sheet book flipping its cover towards Homelander to reveal the author, he should’ve known the set designers or prop makers had no care for the little things.

“What’s going on?”

Homelander swallowed a couple knots looking down away from her, he stood up.

“…follow me”

She dragged herself out of that piano as her father headed upstairs, his feet loud on the creaky floorboards, the halls just as dusty and quiet on the floors above, the fragrance of mildew and time permeated in the air, all the doors were shut except for one– the cream coloured walls adorned with frames pictures of baseball stadiums, small league baseball team flags with a tiger mascot sprinkled on the wall, and model airplanes hung from the ceiling decorated the small children bedroom. She gave a rounded look to the room, spotting the small bookcase filled with blue spines, a stack of worn down Hardy Boys’s books, and a cute wood carved rabbit.

Grimacing at the massive poster of the American declaration of independence with its tacky eagle/flag shield drawing on top, she shouldn’t criticized for her walls were mostly bare but this felt odd, decorated with books and awards she had won, her only pretty poster was a polaroid of a cat she found at a garage sale, but there was something bizarre being witness. It felt made for TV, it didn’t feel natural once the warm filter was off.

The room wasn’t as dusty as the floor below, he paused before the small collection of trophies on top of the dressers fidgeting until they were all straight, giving the room an odd look around before slumping on top of the children’s bed, a bit of dust danced on the sunlight, Homelander took the red cap off the bed post throwing it at Helena’s direction, Helena opted to sit on the small gangnam print armchair, putting the hat to humor him.

“You don’t get any whiter.” Her eyes keep staring at the poster– you always been this needlessly patriotic?”

“What? You have dissenting opinions against the government? You little anarchist.”

“This country is run by senile geriatrics and billionaire oligarchs… but above all… humans.”

He fixed the pillow as he closed his eyes with a light chuckle clinging on his lips.

“Humans… you think it shouldn’t be them?”

“Supes are a minority, humans would always lead nations no matter how many of us are around. They could use with a fresh pair of eyes, tho… not to mention you could kill a lot of those in charge and it would be a good thing.”

“Bit extreme."

“Maybe growing up in a place like this makes it difficult to understand what it's like to live on the side of those the government deems a burden.”

“I didn’t grow up in a place like this– this is all fake…” Homelander opened his eyes slowly, staring at the silver plane dangling from his roof, blowing with enough force to make it spin on its threads– they built this for TV… my room didn’t have anything… just a bed… a toilet and sink– no bathtub or shower in case I tried to kill myself or hurt myself if I showered or something! Nothing else… just bare walls… not even a window just an air vent.”

Helena cocked her head, brows touching as she heard him talk, her eyes gliding back at that stupid poster.

“You were in foster care? I’ve seen the Vought operated orphanage facilities… not exactly optimal.”

Homelander turned on the bed wanting to tell her all the things he held, but his tongue turned so heavy he dare not… not yet… would she pity him? would she think of him as pathetic? It was hard to see if she felt any form of sympathy at times– but he didn’t want that from his child, it was not a burden for her to carry, he thought.

“Something like that… I never knew my mother… she didn’t want me, I think. My father didn’t know he had me… then he tried to kill me when he meet me.” He took a deep breath, trying to make himself laugh as if it was a silly annotation in his life– Vought took care of me when I was a baby.”

“Was it a bad facility?” She didn't think it was right to ask, wondering why he was saying such heavy things with such lightness on his tone.

“I would burn the whole world before I let you or Ryan end up in a place like that.” His voice was stable but his expression betrayed him– it was lonely and awful. But I managed.”

“I’m sorry… we cannot help the nature of our birth or the nature of those who cared for us… we just have to deal with the leftovers they left us with– doesn’t need to hurt less, right?”

She paused, caught by that saddened expression forming on her father's face, at his gloves squeak under his grip. Helena fiddles with her backpack, jumping off the armchair towards him-- he looks up at the open palm holding candy, her lips trembly purse and her eyebrows fold downwards, finding her upset and nervous Homelander lifts himself on his elbow taking the werther's candy in hopes it would ease her.

“I’m sorry… sorry that happened to you.” She was struggling to talk– I knew kids who got taken by CPS… it didn’t always seem like a good thing.”

Homelander offered a sad smile that made for poor comfort.

“Is okay is all behind… I… I am just glad your mother never came back… because they would have done that to you.”

She looked confused, urging him to explain without words.

“Come ‘ere.” He fixed himself back upright, gluing himself to the wall to give her space, Helena dropped her backpack and hopped on the bed, finding it to be tight squeeze– your mother didn’t tell you just how special you and Ryan are. How much more special you two are even more than me… maybe.”

The girl gave him all the answers he needed in those big befuddled eyes.

“You and Ryan are the first natural born supes… Ryan’s mother came back when Ryan began to show powers while pregnant– so they locked her in a house like this. Ryan lived in a whole compound of fake houses and fake neighbors… a fantasy prison– and that was the “nice” place! Your mother was lucky, they would have taken you and put you in the same place they put me.” 

Speaking as if nothing was loaded, Helena scrunched the blanket under her hand, wanting to argue with him, yet if this was all true… she couldn’t blame him for being maladjusted.

He looked at the nightstand and the book next to the blue plastic lamp, taking in his hands.

“You like Dr. Seuss?”

Helena shook her head.

“Never read it. Mom got me too many books growing up, maybe we never got around them… and by the time I could walk to the Library I just skipped the kids section… as pretentious as that sounds.” She followed his hand as he trapped her in between his arm and his chest, but she wasn’t scared, this was normal for parents to do, even if he was still somewhat alien to her– I don’t think I was lucky.”

“You seen what they do in the labs… they would’ve done that to you, mayhaps.” He opened the book ‘If I ran the zoo’-- When I was small I had a stutter and they would…” he paused, biting his tongue slightly as it sat uncomfortably in his mouth– I would have to read a lot of silly rhyme books. Dr. Seuss was my favorite. I always wanted to met these stupid critters but turns out they weren’t real.”

There was a fondness in the way he held this book, his thumb rubbing on the spine, pressing the worn creases, tracing marks and straightening blunt tips– the copy was well loved, scratched beyond repair at the corners, and the spine so creased some white seep from the cracks as it threatened to rip apart.

“So I was born with my powers then… I can see why they would do such a thing to Ryan.”

“I think if Becca was around… she would have preferred it if she kept him to herself in the first place, maybe make her husband think the kid was his.” He looked down at the mop of black hair, expecting to see you but finding her instead, his eyes widen hoping the kid wouldn’t have a snappy comeback or grow uncomfortable but Helena just flicked to the next page reading the short verses, admiring the drawing of an elephant cat with a little smile– you don’t mind being born with powers?”

“It’s awesome to have powers. You want me to be all sappy and act like having them makes my life worse? Does it suck sometimes– yes.” She pauses, flattening an edge that had been used to bookmark too many times–  I’m different even amongst supes… but If I didn’t have powers then… I would be useless– I would make mom’s life harder. But I am great.”

Homelander felt the candy pressed tightly in his glove.

“I don’t think your mother would ever think that of you…”

“I dunno.” Her cheek rubbed on his suit, her voice so quiet as she went to the next page– sometimes… I don’t think she likes me very much… but sometimes she obviously does…”

“Helena…” His face hurt as he tried to speak but found himself unable to say another word, his jaw dislodging but his tongue sat dry in his mouth. 

“I was two when my powers happened. Mom… Mom managed to get out of the shelter and we moved to a long hallway with a bed and stuff on the walls– it was super cheap and it was better... I lived there until well… I broke a wall… then it was back to the shelter and then people’s houses and grandparents… When I was five we got that apartment and by then I realized I was allergic to dogs so I didn't need to be afraid of my nose anymore… no more broken stuff…”

“Those were accidents!” his voice almost broke, a seething rage tried to burst out of him as his eyes took a new shade of red, faceless bodies lingered on his thoughts wishing to justly harm them– all of that… that wasn’t you.”

“Tell that to my grandma after I broke their staircase.” She sulked in her spot– and the wall attached to it.”

Homelander could only cuddle her, wishing he could comfort her as easily it had been with Ryan. His son had desperately needed affirmations, needed to be provided with love and understanding– but this one saw everything far too maturely for him to help, he felt. 

“You can break stuff now… I’ll clean it up and I won’t get mad at you.”

“Thanks…?” That sounded grim coming out of his mouth but she wanted to hear it, as silly as it was, she nuzzled his side trying to crawl higher following his feathery fingers– By the way… why is this your favorite place? Like this is just a film set to make you look so cornbread american it hurts… I guess people knowing you’re an orphan didn’t sit well with test groups.”

“Is not. I fucking hate it… but sometimes I like to think what it would’ve been like if i grew up in a place like this. I don’t own much… I have a cabin but I don’t go there anymore… no home for me… just houses.” He flicked the page giggling at the silly drawing of weird animals– my favorite place in the whole world is right here.”

She expects him to point at anything, but he doesn’t for he’s just looking at her with sleepy eyes.

“I love you Helena. I really do.”

Her eyes blinked and blipped, as she hugged him back… with only one arm, it felt like the correct thing to do, Helena could see herself much younger, inside that small apartment while the neighbor is being loud, there she was sharing headphones with you, playing a movie on your old laptop, she hugged your torso with those short chubby arms that always felt so light to you, and her face resting on your chest, she remembered the weight of your chin and the lull of your breathing… her father was a slow breather making her sleepy.

“My favorite place in the world it’s Rolling’s Hills Asylum– I saw a ghost there once."

“Ghost aren’t real” He tried not to laugh at her beaming eyes.

“You shoot lasers out of your ass but ghosts are too far-fetched? Really?” she was genuinely offended– ridiculous.”

He had a hearty laugh regardless, he closed the book giving her head a peck, taking the moment to smell her hair, to enjoy the sound of her heartbeat and the blood coursing through her veins, hearing the current glad that it continued to run, seemingly never ending as it should be.

“Okay…Okay…” He lets her take the book off his hands, clearly miffed that he wouldn’t let her finish, he swallows– You know why I brought you here?”

“No.”

“I always wanted to know what it would be like to have a family in a home like this… having Ryan in the tower was the closest thing to that but now there’s you and your mother so I want to know if you’re okay with me moving in…? I started looking at houses but your mother is difficult… and there’s my penthouse which… I don’t know if it’s ideal.”

Helena had to fake ignorance, partially aware of what stresses you were putting yourself into. Sure neither of you had discussed this move somehow.

Your daughter straightens herself clutching the little book tight against herself, thinking of the dusty air in the room and the fake planes above her head covered in cobwebs.

“Move in with us…? I don’t think mom would like to live in the tower. I certainly wouldn’t… Is weird living where I work… great for saving on travel expenses, just… not a pleasant idea… just ‘cuz you helped me with Elmo– I’ll help you out with mom. It was sad without him around, somehow.”

Helena buried her face under the book, feeling as if she had betrayed you but she had to win him over… for you, she had to succeed, she had to do everything she could to not fuck this up.

Her heart thumped so loudly it was deafening, as she accepted her actions.

“Do you like Elmo?” Homelander turned pale, his nose tickled by a cocktail of emotional conditions.

“Huh?” She blinked thrice as her face twisted to face him– he is my friend… you’re supposed to like your friends.”

“Just as friends, right?” He tried to force an uncomfortable light laugh.

“Oh…” She blushed then frowned– I am seven!! Jesus you’re being gross, dad!!” She jumped out of the bed–  Elmo is my dog.” she said loudly.

Homelander wished he didn’t hear your voice just then, he buried his face in the pillow praying that the kid didn’t understand just how grim her words were, but mostly disgusted at himself… Why he had to say that? Was he jealous of a toddler!?.

“If you want to hit me please do so.”

“How hard?” She scowled, repulsed unknowingly by her father's misplaced jealousy, she wanted to hit him regardless.

“Your hardest.” He mumbled.

“I would break the wall.”

“Go for it.” he lifted a thumb up

A hundred or so meters later, and a tree branch jammed under his arm tearing his cape, he looked up spitting grass and dirt, the sky so obnoxiously blue.

He lifted himself slightly but not all the way with a slight groan, witnessing the hole on the side of the house and the torn down tree he had taken with himself, Helena jumped out the caveat floating towards him.

“Are you hurt?”

He lifted his fist still clutching on that wrapped piece of candy as she made her way towards him, struggling to unwrap it, glad when it was freed, the smell sweet and warm but tame compared to other crimes, shoving it in his mouth, allowing the caramel to melt in his tongue, he took a deep breath.

“Oh shit did I actually hurt you!?” With a pop Helena landed near him, jumping on her knees towards him, throwing her backpack to the side as her father just stared at the sky– you aren’t bleeding. Thank god…Good.”

“I’m fine, just surprised… By the way” he sat straight, his head lolling back and his mouth sucking loudly on his treat, he looks back at her once more smiling trying to appear completely fine not wanting his daughter to get more worried, fixated on the little red in her eyes– thank you for not hesitating.”

She sniffled a little.

“You’re so weird.”

“You can’t talk either, princess… I think I know how you can help me with your mom” She moved to remove a twig off his hair which somehow had stayed mostly in place– I want to organize a playdate for you. Get her to agree.”

She nodded, twirling the twig in her hand.

Homelander had one look at the broken house, and the torn down tree whose roots rained dirt– and scorched it. The cinder brought it down, Helena watched the bonfire and the billowing dust clouds, just flinching at the sudden burst of light, but as her sight caught on what was happening, she calmed down, drawn to the sight of flames, amused at how natural and flexible his lasers were, envious that she was lacking of them, angry that she was.

“Can we go get bagels?” She sniffed the smoke– I'm hungry…”

The two tried their best to eat while being gawked at– him more amazed about how much she could fit in her mouth– albeit with some reserved revultion. One hand held an egg bagel with cannoli cream cheese, while the other put a plain one with far too much smoked salmon and bacon cream cheese in his mind.

He watched her as she rotated the flavors, disturbed by her half chews in between to mix them in her cheeks.

She lifted her hand offering a bite of the salmon monstrosity.

“Is okay, I got my own…” She frowned, staring at the barely touched toasted bagel with nothing but a sliver of lox spread, Homelander looked away, not wanting to see her chewed up sandwich, considering leaving briefly then coming back to pick her up, but she insisted– "you want me to try?”

She nodded furiously trying to swallow fast enough.

He leaned down trying to ignore the camera recording behind him, taking a small morsel that seemed to satisfy the girl.

“yummy.”He was forced to look glad as he swallowed.

She looked at his with anticipation, unsure of what to do. he relented yet again.

“Cappers suck.” she regretted her bite instantly, swallowing forcefully.

“I’ll admit– not a fan of them, either.” 

He wouldn’t touch his food content to just watch her guzzle her meal and drown it with his coffee.

He looked at the clock on the store’s wall knowing it was almost time to pick up Ryan, the flight home was slower than he preferred but he hadn’t minded for Helena seemed to withstand this speed a lot better.

“Hey… not to worry or anything but… you did… you did sign me out of school, right?” her voice was filled with anxiety.

“What do you mean?”

As she looked at the high rises around her, she looked at her phone and the 54 missed calls from you.

“Did you tell mom, you were picking me up, right?” She cringed as the phone rang and her battery drained a little further– right!!?”

“No, why?”

“You might wanna park for a second, dude.”

Homelander begrudgingly agreed, putting the bubble down on top of the nearest silver roof.

“Who died?” Helena said.

“WHERE ARE YOU!!!???” your voice might’ve broken the speaker if it went up one more decibel– are you o-okay!? Helena, please tell me where are you!!? Please tell me you’re safe!!” Your voice was cracked and hoarse.

“I’m fine. wha…”

“Okay honey, baby, am going to… oh my god… I got this call from the school and there’s these cops and Ashley trying to find you, baby! Where are you!?”

“Cops…?” Homelander asked, trying to look for strange sounds in the distance.

“Please honey.”

She looked at her father while you frantically spoke to some unseen stranger, covering the mouthpiece.

“You fucking clown. You’re so going to owe me… like… you have no idea what you gonna make me do, you owe me.”

“Why are the cops involved?” he ignored her overtly aggressive tone for the moment.

“You kidnapped me!!! The Homelander’s daughter just got kidnapped of course they would call the cops!! They would call the cops for any kid who just vanishes from school you idiot!! That’s why you tell people!!”

“I need permission to pick up my own kid from school!!?”

“Yes!!” She took the phone to her ear– mom… I just ditched school. I was bored… am in” Helena looked around– Harlem.” Her voice monotone as she shot daggers at her father– I… I am sorry.”

“Helena… okay… okay am… am gonna see if I can get your father… he’s been on some mission but I… I dunno… am just so glad you’re okay, baby. I swear you’re not in trouble.” You cry and mumble towards an unseen and unheard strangers– okay baby they’re gonna track your phone and send somebody to pick you up…”

“Is not necessary. I’ll just float there…” 

“Helena what’s wrong?” Your heart breaks as her voice is so cold, more performative than her usual tone.

“I’m embarrassed… I… I didn’t think… sorry. I’ll get there…” her voice is jittery, her nerves infect you as if something unseen its making her feel like this, hitting you how powerless you were as the line died mid vowel.

She hung, staring at the screen.

“Write your alibi.”

“Why… why did you do that?”

“Because you’ll get in trouble.” She said sternly– next time just text mom before you do anything… how would you feel if mom took Ryan and didn’t tell you? or the school?”

As she walked towards the ledge, she turned to face her father, whose ears had just begun to pick up on the extra bustling happening nearby, like incoming mosquitos in the room.

“I forgot to tell you… but there’s this man called William… William Butcher and he wants me dead. Your mother thought he might do something against you” He bit his lips– that’s probably why she’s so upset and why that helicopter it’s heading towards Harlem.”

He pointed to the east but her sight didn’t pick up anything abnormal.

“I want to go to Disneyland.” She put her phone back in her backpack– and we are gonna do the queues, and you’re gonna eat those disgusting turkey legs on that sweltering california heat and you'll not complain– now this is what its gonna happen you’re gonna pick me up, I’ll pretend to have some sort of depressive episode that caused me to just fuck off scaring everybody and I called you to pick me up just now… your phone was on mute and you just notice, good?”

“Is it really that bad?” He found everything an absolutely ridiculous overreaction– am your dad, you were safe.”

“Today never happened. Or we both are screwed. Trust me it's that bad.”

Arriving at the school in her father’s arms, two police officers awaited for her arrival alongside yourself, a man with a Vought badge was bickering on the phone a few meters away aswell.

“Look who I found.” Homelander was quick to sell it at the sight of palpable distress, you ran towards Helena ripping her off his hands.

Even Ryan had been brought seemingly questioned about where his sister might’ve been.

The collar of his suit never felt so tight before, as it did just then.

Arriving at the home, she was sentence to a month of house arrest– no Vought labs or any unsupervised activities, lucky to just get the one week suspension for skipping school and not worse, Homelander thankfully had smooth things out with the police who almost shouted an amber alert after seeing Vought lose their minds… which necessitated a meeting afterwards, Homelander couldn’t fault Ashley for her panic attack after hearing the news and finding him awol, he was instead glad to see her lenghts of her dedication to him.

“I think we should also go to all the theme parks.” She grumbled putting her kindle down.

The clock reading past midnight.

“Everything is an opportunity to learn, no?” Homelander enter through the glass door, making sure to keep an eye on you as you sleep poorly– hope this makes you feel better.”

He took a yellow envelope from behind his back, it was thin and had a small pink bow, Helena ripped it off his hands, staring back at him as she ripped the glued seal off, the thin paper made her frown dissipate as her eyes digested the present.

“You’re gifting me Vought Stock?” She stares at the document as her mouth drops slightly.

"I have money to spare… perks of being the top dog for over twenty years– I get money from merch and films too, y’know.”

“These are over seventeen-hundred a pop.” She looked back at her father, and suddenly the man appeared  alien to her, he was a different breed indeed– are you sure? Is a lot of money”

“I barely do anything with it. I… I think by the time you’re 18 you could use the money you made from those to get yourself your own big girl seat with the shareholders.” He looks around her room, at the bare walls feeling uneasy, his eyes fixate on the picture of a stranger’s cat wearing a witch’s hat taken in what he could only guess was a dining room– still haven’t sorted the will situation, but don’t worry about money at all. Once I marry your mother it would all have been be dealt with.”

Homelander sat on her desk, leaning his behind on the wooden surface.

“We’re still going to disneyland” Homelander curses internally trying to not look like he was dying– could’ve just gotten me a squishmellow tho.” 

“Do I have to eat the turkey leg…?”

“Yes.”

“Please don’t do this to me” he half-jokingly begs.

“I feel nothing.”

Pouting like a kid, he looks to the ground feeling defeated, looking around, catching your snoozes in the backdrop, you had been so stressed you virtually passed out the moment your head touched the pillow, ypu had been arguing with him about never ever putting his phone on mute again, making him do the rounds of apology about Helena’s behaviour with both Vought, the local police and the school alongside you.

Homelander had grown guilty after seeing just how concerned Ryan had become over the ordeal while watching you comfort him, while your daughter got the talk from the uniformed men and the dean.

Yet you had gone out of your way to call him before bed.

“Your mom said I could visit while you’re grounded… she said you invited me for dinner…”

“Oh it's ‘cuz I told her that she should build a room for Ryan in the empty office so you guys can stay over. You’re engaged. It's weird to live separately but… baby-steps so the kid doesn’t get stressed too much, I mean your last girlfriend was a lunatic.”

“Starlight did turn out to be a loonie.”

“I meant Stormfront…”

“I didn’t know who she was…I was just a man who–

“There’s no cameras here my brother is christ– just one look at her records in Portland, and you would’ve noticed a pattern.”

“I just thought she would get over it after she realized I don’t care… like… am better than humans, we are better than humans… Don’t know why she grouped herself with them.” He scoffed.

“How supportive of you– pretending to care about her interest for pussy… what a chad move.” she scoffed putting the present on her nightstand– Mom did warn me about boys like you.”

“How do you know what tha– and what??”

“I’m in the tenth grade. Surrounded by 16 year olds. I’ve been mentally compromised– either way mom and I are gonna go to buy furniture for his bedroom tomorrow. Thank me later.”

She moved to her bed, pushing her few plush toys to the ground.

“By the way… what’s that playdate you had in mind?” her finger hovered on top of the lamp’s switch.

“They want Phantasma and Poltergeist as the new heads of Teenage Kix for when you’re older and ready. I think that’s too small… the name its too loaded, too many fuck ups after that second gen, b.s.” He stares at her and sees a brilliant future, hearing the chanting of adoring fans screaming for his children’s attention– they want to use that platform to launch our real international program… countries have been in bidding wars for the last couple months to have the first overseas hero program… So far only Japan, France, Brazil and Singapore have successfully been approved for the program. We have a couple open slots… lots of offers from India and the UK.  I want you to head that program– Ryan is great… he’ll lead this nation as their top hero but you– it would be too small for a brain like yours… I was thinking “The Watch” for a name. Catchy, no? Thought you might want to meet your future team-mates... they are a little older than you but...``

“I think I can get mom behind. Either way I should go to bed."

She said nervously.

Homelander smiled moving towards her to tuck her for the night, giving her a good night kiss as he turned the light’s off.

“Wait!”

He turned in a panic, his hand already on the door handle.

“...” She dug on her nightstand cabinet pulling out that Dr. Seuss book– we… we didn’t finish it… would you read it for me?”

Homelander had never seen the dark be so vibrant before, he sat on her bed taking the thin booklet in his hand before clearing his throat.

“I won’t do any funny voice so don’t worry.”

“Is okay if you want to…”

A smile melted into his face.

She watched his shape disappear, that night she dreamt of endless camera flashes.

As the weeks built up, Helena found herself spending more and more time with the other half of her family.

She had helped build the guest room, picking toys and wallpaper and her brother was appreciative.

Watching from a distance while next to him, no matter how much she looked at him she had little desire to interact with him on her own accord, the more she watched you try to sweeten him up, making him ziti and taking him out… the more bitter aftertaste his name left on her tongue.

Ryan was an easy child, painfully normal, nothing special if he hadn’t come pre-packed with superpowers… powers just like their father… he could fly, had laser vision, super strength and durability, and super senses… eyes just as blue, so much like their father. 

So boring… just a copy, no? she kept thinking.

Where was his spark? Where was the zest?

What made him actually special and great?

All he did was be cute, play with his toys and bore her to death. Talking to him was just a chore, nothing different from speaking to the average civilian., these thoughts plagued her mind.

As they sat together at the dining table, she looked at you then at her father and wondered just how much of a nuisance this kid would be for her future… she thought of her father’s vision…“The Watch” trying to decipher what could he possibly have set up for Ryan. The Seven? Really that’s all? Just a face in a lunchbox and nothing else… how quaint, she thought.

With every bite and sauce stain on her napkin, her anxiety took all the flavor from her meal… he was a threat… she thought of the unsorted will situation, no doubt still failing to include her– stocks could open doors to financial stability in the case her father died or lost his position, or you fucked it up with him… but it wasn’t a fraction of what he would leave Ryan, of the safety net underneath him.

But above all as she thought of the large behemoth on New York city skylines waiting for her... he could not stand in her way to take the kingdom.

Kingslayer. 

She could live with that… all the greats had done it… a sibling, a son, an uncle and father decapitated here and there, it be easier if she could shave his head and send it to a monastery to live as an eunuch… to kill the competition earlier on was easy that a drawn out battle killing thousands– butcher him as cleanly as she could.

Why would he miss him, anyhoo? Who would miss him? He had nothing… no mom and a finicky father, just a name that could slip thru the cracks, Helena thought.

She giggled at his joke, sat by his side as they watched a movie after dinner, shared her popcorn and said nothing when you offered your lap to let him rest, said nothing as you brushed his hair with your fingers.

Butcher… the moment ceases to play in her mind, her eyes seeing floating words cover the whole living room– a simple slip up from Homelander… William Butcher… Ryan had been Ryan Butcher once according to his file at work… who was Becca Saunders? She had only ogled the file for the briefest second… he had said it back at the house… passed him as her husband’s kid… who was this William that was so dangerous his name was comically apt. and how much did his wife dissapearance had affected him.

She would keep it in her back pocket.

So here she was on her way to a class field trip to the Smithsonian, her father and two other chaperoned the class, gawking at his recently retouched roots from her seat, more than looking out the passenger window, a girl sat on her side texting to her friends, there was a buzz in the bus as the teenagers came to realize Homelander of all people had come to chaperone their excursion, one of the moms had wasted no time trying to befriend the Supe, her social skills enviable as she chatted him up with ease… already trading baby photos, and asking him about his skincare routine complaining about how dry her skin got around this time of year, and other banalities.

The trip was everything she had expected– except for Homelander becoming an impromptu tour guide, going on a rather in-depth discussion on great American mammals, and the tragedy of the American buffalo with the tour guide.

Helena had gotten excited at the marine exhibitions which thankfully some kids found her explanation interesting, Homelander was proud to see her and two kids discuss whales. On the other end of the spectrum there was her father doing his best to contain his excitement at the sight of Theodore Roosevelt… The man had an encyclopedic knowledge of American presidents and their achievements. One would think he was staring at some invisible monitor feeding him information– regardless there was something sweet as he sat Helena next to the bronze statue of Theodore for a picture, turning the camera quickly on himself, that the other parents noticed, the chatty mom finding it beyond adorable, reminding her of her own little boy.

As the classrooms took a second to relax and have lunch, she saw no alternative but to sit next to him.

“Do you have an earpiece or something?” 

“What? I can’t know stuff?” He scoffed sipping briefly on his coffee.

“Just thought your interior designer just put those president portraits in your house for the bit… like that poster in your bedroom.”

“I like history.” he mumbled, looking a tad shy to admit it, as if it was some dirty secret– am I embarrassing you?”

“No…? I’ve never seen you this excited before.” He blushed, glad that it wasn’t anything bad.

That smile would fade away as they headed to one of the final exhibitions… “American Super” a new exhibition focused on… you guessed it… Superheroes. 

This was a collection of Vought’s finest, hero suits adorning the way in their glass cases, as pretty text explained the inspirations and significance of the suit’s symbolism and how it represented the ideas and personalities of their heroes, on the evolution on textile engineering and how superhero suits helped pave ways of innovation, it was decades of Vought culminating on ‘The Seven’ and some of Goldolkin’s promising students– there was something grim at the sight of his own suit inside a box.

“Where the fuck did they get the red cape from?” He mumbles, the tour guide turned to him to explain, which did not make him feel any less queasy.

“Wow… he isn’t just a massive nerd but also had to be here to show off? pathetic.”

Helena stared at the girl who had whispered towards her friends, them chortling together.

As the tour continued, the man considered briefly murdering the girl, thinking of how easy he could make it look like an accident, he knew her name and address after all– disposing of her should be easy.

His mood soured and his build-up of excitement had completely vanished, picking on every snide and mock comment from the group, spouting the same bullshit of your everyday Starlight supporter– it had been at the mention of his complicitess on those Maeve’s conspiracies where he had grown visibly irked, and unable to hide it.

“You can’t touch them.” Helena tugged on his sleeve pointing at his face– Your eyes…”

“Is okay they’re just stupid children who stare at their phones for too long.” He looked at the bust of Translucent thinking of how they got his hairline wrong– "I wouldn't have come if I knew this was on…”

“Really you didn’t want to see another 1:1 recreation of your childhood bedroom.”

“I want to go home.” He cried as they followed the tour guide, they stopped to ask about the room with excitement which he easily matched after years of selling himself so cheaply– it’s like they picked it up and just dropped it here.”

Both noted how even the carved rabbit bookend was present on this bookshelf.

As they headed for departure, Helena hurried up the stairs catching the girls behind her, she gave her father a cheeky look, pursing her lips behind her finger, flinging her arm absetmindledly as he raised a solitary eyebrow… All there was was the sound of bodies crashing and crying.

A shattered bone, and whining.

He smiled just for her.

And she smiled just for him, before running towards him pretending to have been frightened by the sound, as a crowd built itself and a teacher rushed towards the commotion.

“I think she dances or something… not with that knee anymore.” She whispered into his chest.

“Thank you.” he whispered in her ear, holding her tightly before leaving for superhero duty.

It had to add a line on the tally, no?

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apologies for lenghts but hope y'all like it

[yanpotatowriter]

Hi! Is it okay if you do Yandere Tyler x Reader X Wednesday? Since both of these characters are dark I think being yandere suits them.

Of course!! I agree actually both of them could be yanderes in the show with how they are written!! Join the discord server: https://href.li/?https://discord.gg/gvqt2E9sDy ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Tyler is very jealous, and he hates whenever someone is talking to his obsession but when Wednesday entered his and his obsession's life, he realized that he was alright with her being in their lives but when she tried to take his obsession away from her, he lost it.  He turned into the Hyde and tried to kill her that night but Wednesday being Wednesday survived and quickly realized that he was the Hyde, but she also noticed that whenever her obsession got close near the Hyde, the Hyde was protecting her obsession and with that she knew that Tyler had big enough feelings for her obsession that the Hyde is refusing to hurt them. So Wednesday came up with a compromise, she would not tell a soul that he was the Hyde, and he would share his obsession with her.  It was a win-win situation for both of them as Tyler could do whatever he was as the Hyde knowing his identity was protected by the very same girl who vowed to other people to find out who the Hyde is.

When Wednesday got Xavier arrested Tyler made sure that Wednesday’s order was ready for when she walked into the Weathervane along with their obsession waiting with their own order in a booth. The two yanderes also fell for each other and in turn also got jealous and possessive of the other, Tyler confessed to Wednesday who his master was, and they killed Thornhill before she could continue with her plan, so Weems did not die and Wednesday became his new master. When they both work together they can get a lot done behind the scenes as people pay more attention to Wednesday, so Tyler will be able to blend into the crowd and get done what needs to be done. They both heavily stalk their obsession however Wednesday is the only one who will fess up when asked about it, and even then she doesn’t say that Tyler does it too as he specifically asked her not to. They both hate lying to their obsession, but Tyler is more willing as to have their obsession see him in a positive light rather than be disgusted by the thoughts that plague his head and the actions he has done. Whenever someone tries to flirt with their obsession they both quickly intercept and Wednesday will give Tyler later the command to kill them, both not caring about committing murder, but they now make sure that the bodies do not get discovered as then the cops will be tipped off over the fact that they have the wrong person in custody. They do sometimes want to spend alone time with their obsession and get annoyed whenever the other interrupts that alone time, but they will talk it out, well rather Tyler will do the talking while Wednesday makes blunt remarks with no remorse. 

[proudpokemonmama]

The Nymph's melody

Chapter 4, Let the show begin

Warnings: Slight mentions of harassment.

POV, Third person

At the top of the stairs leading to the grand hall stood the figure of an elegant woman who exuded the aura of an imposing and powerful person with the perfect balance of grace and elegance in her own right. Their exuberant costumes were just small adornments to exalt their beauty: the intricate black mask with a lace pattern where on the right side it was adorned with two red roses where the smaller one in the center of its petals elegantly held a Key Stone, the set of pieces of ruby and silver jewelry made with the scarlet red precious stones shining beautifully in the ambient lights as well as the beautiful long black dress with lace details on the torso as well as parts with a slightly transparent fabric while the skirt degraded from black to a bright red. erasing the beauty of Red bottom heels.

Other details did not fail to enhance her beauty, such as the exquisite makeup, highlighted by red lipstick, giving an even more mysterious appearance and her long black hair elegantly arranged in a braid on the left side of her head, finished with a beautiful bun adorned with a silver hairpin with the ruby was carved into a rose shape and with a wing that resembled that of the being that accompanied the woman.

It was a splendid and magnificent black charizard, equally exuding grandeur and elegance that were highlighted with accessories that were masterpieces made especially for that majestic Pokémon: Attached to one of the horns is a beautiful crown of roses adorned with a figure that resembled the image of the Pokémon with eyes of red gemstones perched on a crescent moon-shaped crest containing a Charizardite Y. From the crown of roses was emerging a cascade of a black and red veil and in addition to other silver jewelry such as a beautiful necklace of silver roses and wings and rings adorning its tail.

The woman in the company of the imposing fire beast walked calmly and exuding elegance while in the eyes of the others it seemed as if time was passing so tortuously slow until they joined Chairman Rose and she smiled charismatically, still flowing an aura of elegance. The Chairman asked to leave the group he was talking to for a brief moment and approached her with Oleana.

- Very good evening Mr. Rose, Mrs. Oleana, and a very good evening to everyone. – she greeted in a calm but melodious voice.

Rose: Finally, you've arrived, please follow me. There are people I'd like you to meet. - He smiled.

Rose made a small gesture for him to follow him back to the group of sponsors, she did so with the beautiful imposing beast following them as everyone's eyes turned to the newcomers. The Chairman smiled as the attention was focused on them, just as he predicted.

Rose: Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to introduce one of the new stars of this year. – he smiled as he introduced the young woman.

- Hello, I'm flattered to meet you. My name is Kelly Goncalves. – she politely greets them and introduces herself with a smile that shows elegance and charisma.

Some people nearby sounded amazed when they heard the woman's name, as did the group that was with Chairman Rose who had already heard about a talented trainer from Unova with a unique style in Pokémon battles that no other can compare to and who almost dethroned Alder as Unova’s champion but receiving praise and recognition from himself.

- Did she say Kelly Goncalves? – someone in the crowd asked.

- Yes, she really said it! – another person commented stating.

- But then we see the Battle Nymph herself before us? – someone asks, excited when realizing that it was the so-called Battle Nymph.

An unsettling silence surrounded the room for a few seconds before many of those present hurriedly rushed towards her, surrounding her, which caught her off guard.

- Wait, are you really Kelly Goncalves? The Battle Nymph? – someone in the crowd asked.

- I'm a big fan of yours! Could you give me an autograph please?! – A woman asked happily.

And with that the scene that was created was the woman known as Battle Nymph greeting fans and signing autographs or taking photos with them or having small chats with fans who were ecstatic to be able to meet her in person.

Not far away, the gym leaders and the champion watched the commotion in amazement, but the champion's attention was more focused on the black charizard and he tried to control himself so as not to act like a child with so much excitement. Unlike his team's trump card, the said champion's Pokémon seemed to have frozen at the sight of another of its kind.

Something that didn't go unnoticed by some of the other Pokémon who accompanied their trainers and observed how anxious the champion's trump card seemed in the presence of the other charizard. Something that didn't go unnoticed by Opal who let out a giggle when she saw what was happening to the champion's fearsome trump card.

Opal: My, my... Leon my young man, if I were you, I would take a look at your precious friend. – she commented with another giggle, drawing the champion's attention.

With the comment from the fairy-type gym leader, everyone in the group turns their gaze to the said champion's Pokémon, coming across the scene with the fire and flying type standing still like a statue as if its brain short-circuited while the flame in his tail crackled louder than usual and his cheeks... were tinged with a light red hue.

Leon: Huh... Are you okay buddy? – he asked worried about his big partner.

While Leon tried to bring his partner out of his stupor, Gordie commented when Oleana soon interfered in the moment that Kelly indulged with a little attention to the fans asking them to allow Kelly to go and greet the other guests and participants at the ball. With the crowd calming down and moving away, giving space for Oleana to lead Kelly, followed by her charizard to Rose and promptly followed to where the Gym leaders were, who were all surprised by the recent commotion.

The Chairmen then introduced the gym leaders to this year's new challenger that he endorsed and after she introduced herself to them, Rose left them chatting while he went to greet more guests. Kelly was still a little anxious and shy, but she managed to remain calm enough to introduce the beautiful black charizard that accompanied her.

Kelly: I would like to introduce you to my charizard, Katherine. – she said while smiling.

It was when the said charizard affectionately rubbed its snout on the woman's shoulder who reciprocated by scratching on the pokemon's chin that let out a sound showing its pleasure at the affection, without noticing the astonished state of the gym leaders and the champion himself.

Leon: ...Your charizard... Is a female? – the champion couldn't avoid the question that came out so natural because of his astonishment.

Kelly: Yes, Katty is one of my prides as a trainer. Isn't that ritgh Katty? – She didn't hold back from baby talking to her charizard as if she was talking to a baby Pokémon.

The group just watched the display of affection between the trainer and the Pokémon, as well as being astonished at the fact that that Charizard was female, which in itself is an incredible fact because females in the Charizard evolutionary line are very small and that Charizard was also a shiny version of the species.

Mellony: No wonder your partner is acting weird like he's been hit full on with a passionate Luvdisc. – she couldn't contain her comment.

Mellony's comment made some look at the champion's charizard before seeing what the ice-type gym leader meant, seeing how Leon's team's trump card was still in the same place, looking more like a statue. Gordie, Piears and Raihan, for example, couldn't help but laugh when they saw that Leon's most powerful Pokémon was easily “defeated” in a night in  compared all the years of the Champion’s legacy who was confused by his friends' reaction.

Leon: Huh... What are you laughing at? – he asked confused while Kelly was called by Rose to greet more guests, ignoring the commotion.

Leon knew the meaning of the expression Mellony used, but not how it fit into the situation.

Nessa: Hey Leon! Weren't you the one who told us you were looking for a FEMALE charizard for your MALE charizard? – she asked, giggling.

Opal: And young man, it seems to me that your charizard is in love. – the fairy gym leader laughed in complicity with the water type leader.

That was when the realization dawned on him and he looked at his partner who in turn continued looking at Kelly's charizard and both trainer and pokémon was called by Rose to greet more sponsors, as if he were a teenager in love for the first time.

Kabu: I'm sorry to interrupt the pleasant moment... But we have problems... – the fire-type gym leader warned upon seeing an unpleasantly familiar face.

The person Kabu spoted among the crowd was a man who everyone recognized by his infamous nickname “Poké-Maniac” and he was a problematic maniac, who once got interested in a rare or strong Pokémon and went to great lengths to obtain it, proposing absurd offers or challenging other trainers by betting their rare and powerful Pokémon.

Gordie: Oh no... Not him again... – he mumbled muttering when he saw the said man.

He was well known, but not in a good way... especially when he harassed Opal's personal assistant who had refused his offer of money to sell her shiny ralts to him. Similar events happened with the said man trying to use dirty tricks to get Opal's assistant's pokemon and other cases where he harassed employees of other gyms or trainers and tourists.

Nessa: What is this scoundrel doing here? – she mumbled indignantly at his presence.

Leon: He must be accompanying his parents. – the champion sighed, equally tired of dealing with the said maniac.

Gordie: Guys... The maniac clearly wants her charizard! – the young man warned when he saw the said man approaching Kelly and starting a conversation with her.

It was when the attention of everyone in the group could see the greedy and shameless look on Katherine, Kelly's charizard was having a little time to herself after interacting with a few more fans while her charizard interacted with some younger guests accompanying their parents.

Raihan: This guy really doesn't know when to give up. - dragon-type gym leader grumbled, sighing tiredly just seeing the maniac.

Piers: Definitely not, mate. – he was equally irritated to see that man who was a headache just a few weeks ago by harrasing a caffé owner in Spikemuth.

Although it was an important event and scandals were supposed to be avoided, Raihan was ready to notify Officer Jenny at any time in case intervention from the authorities was necessary.

They were promptly heading towards where the two were to intervene, but soon they heard Kelly laughing mockingly at the man making some “cruel” comments tearing him morally in such a humiliating way that the said man was cringing in embarrassment feeling the stares of anyone that were close to them.

Not to mention they overheard him insinuating that he would be doing her a favor and giving her a few bucks that would be enough to buy some food for a few days showing that he doesn't know how successful Kelly really is.

Kelly: I really feel insulted by your insinuations that I can't be an independent woman who can provide for myself and that I depend on a rich man to do so. – she intentionally commented out loud, drawing the attention of guests close to them – I am really extremely offended that you are labeling me as a gold digger who would jump at the first opportunity for any amount of money offered.

Some of the guests were surprised by such words and everyone showed disgust with the man's character, being so repulsive and disrespectful towards a lady and it didn't help the fact that the party had guests who were fans of her both as a Pokémon trainer and as a singer.

Kelly: If you're really willing to prove yourself as the dregs of society, I won't mind helping you. – She smiled arrogantly, but also showing sarcasm in pure contempt.

The man was furious at the way he was being embarrassed, but he was at a loss for words or how he should act and the only thing he could think of was to hastily stomp away while shouting insults at her. The man shouted threats that she would regret the humiliation she put him through, while Kelly just rolled her eyes, not caring a bit.

This while those who witnessed the scene were speechless, but mentally admired by the irreverence. Chairman Rose himself was amused by the scene while the gym leaders were awestruck by the way she dealt with that disgusting man. But there were two among the group who were more dumbfounded than anyone else as if their brains were short-circuiting as they mentally said a single word.

- {Wow...} – was all Leon and Raihan could think at that moment.

Little was known that the night was still young and many events were yet to come.

I do not own Pokémon or any element of the franchise, I only own any original characters and the plot of the story created for the sole purpose of entertainment among fans. Any type of reproduction or plagiarism of my content will not be tolerated in any way.

Quick note: Kelly's Battle Gala attire

[iliketowrite1996]

Burn for Burn part 3

TRIGGER WARNING- MILD VIOLENCE, KIDNAPPING, CRUEL INTENTIONS, FLASHBACKS TO BAD MEMORIES 

I had to change a lot of things. I have never written a story like this but I’ve decided to take more chances with my art and go for it. You can’t get better if you do not try. Constructive criticism is appreciated. 

Good intentions are nice.They show that someone plans to do the right thing, the beneficial thing.

   However, they can often lead to disaster, and T’Challa knows this all too well.

   It’s why he is grateful that his baba had a secret garden of heart-shaped herbs, should anything happen like the unfortunate Erik Killmonger/N’Jadaka incident.

   It’s why he’s grateful that he gave

   Somehow, though, it still surprises him that Nisa, yes, that Nisa, turns out to be the liar and cheat and snake that she was all those many years ago.

   ‘’You just had to save your precious wife, didn’t you,’’ Nisa laughs bitterly, standing over the king who is now weak from his efforts, ‘’You’re nothing without that necklace. No suit. No powers. What are you when the strength of the Black Panther has been stripped away?’’

   ‘’Leave him alone,’’ you sputter out before you’re sent into another coughing fit.

   ‘’Quiet, you.’’ she snaps, turning her hatred over to you.

   You can’t  remember the last time that you were in the palace instead of in this freezing cold  chambers that have been housing her and her husband these last few days.

   ‘’Oh, I’m sorry. I shouldn't speak that way to the queen of Wakanda. Or should I say former queen,’’ she shakes her head, ‘’You were all so naïve. T'Challa, did you really think I’d changed?’’

   T’Challa is kicking himself for seeing the best in her, or letting her stay in that palace.  He's grateful that Shuri and Ramonda are away. He’d hate for them to be here for this.

   It’s been at least a week since he was lured away from the castle under the pretense that his wife was in danger.

   It’s been at least a week since Nisa lured you away from the palace, talking you that maybe if you took a walk with her, it’d work. And ‘d foolishly you had agree, willing to try anything to relieve the nausea. You’d gone with a member of the Dora Milaje that Okoye had trained herself. But told her that it was fine to turn back halfway.

   That’s how you ended up here, lying on a cold, hard ground in a dark chamber and wondering why you’d done that in the first place.

   ‘’It has been a week and you have yet to tell us what you are doing here with us,’’ M’Baku hisses, the strong man looking and feeling every bit as afraid as you all ar. 

   Let’s be clear- you’ve no idea where you are, but you’ve a faint idea of how long you've been there. You know Nisa is connected to this, obviously,but you can not shake the feeling that something greater, a greater danger, is lurking over your heads as you speak.

   And the children… you haven’t seen Adanya, Ado, Abioye, Nyala, Abimbola, or Afia in a week. It’s been seven days of worrying about your six children, though i doubt that Nisa would do a thing to harm Nyala.

   ‘’You all seem so weak,’’ she sniffs, ‘’Evan your Dora Milaje can’t protect yo. Smart move sending Okoye and Ayo off with Queen Mother and Shuri last week, T’Challa. Some kind you are. Couldn’t keep your own dad safe, couldn’t keep your own children safe.’’

   ‘’You leave them alone,’’ T’Challa bits from his spot, wincing when the metal restraints dig into his skin.

   ‘’Oh, what will you do if i don’t? Come at me with your black spandex and claws? I’m shaking,’’ she deadpans, ‘’You’ve not changed at all, have you?’’

   She walks around to you then, kneeling so she’s closer to your face, ‘’I see his hero complex finally rubbed off on you. Honestly, you are just as stupid as T’Challa is. Did you really think that I’d ever help you? I don’t like you. We’re not friends.’’

   ‘’But..,’’ you try to push yourself onto your knees, but you find that your strength is failing, ‘’I… I thought…’’

   ‘’I had t o get in good with you in order for Nyala and I to be able to stay at the palace. T'Challa would never have let me stay in the palace if it wasn't for you. Yes, okay. I did have some issues to work through and I did. But, please, everything I do is for Nyala. Which is why I worked on myself… but it’s also why I lied.’’

   ‘’You are going to have to be more specific,’’ T’Challa huffs out, ‘’You have lied about everything thus far.’’

   ‘’Okay, you want a dose of the truth? Think you can handle it? Fine, T’Challa. There's a good chance that Nyala isn’t actually your daughter.’’

Nisa

   Nisa knows how to get what she wants. After all, that’s what she’s done her whole life- gotten what she wanted. She’s attractive and cunning. Men fall at her feet for her beauty while simultaneously worshiping her for her mind, praising her for the way that she thinks/

   So when she fell back into bed with T’Challa, she got what she wanted- a good couple of nights and something that had previously been oly yours for fifteen years- T’Challa.

   When she discovered that she was pregnant, she knew that there was a strong possibility that it could be T’Challa’s baby. After all, they had been spending a lot of time together. So, it was no surprise that she thought he or she would be T’Challa’s kid.

   That is, until she did the math. She was a month too far along for ti to be T’Challa’s, especially considering that many of the last times they met up involved him venting and feeling frustrated and angry and lost over losing you. So that meant that the child could only belong to her one night stand from her stay in New York/

   That one night stand? None other than N Jadaka Udaku, otherwise known as Erik Killmonger.

   It was simple,really. He left his umber with her, assuming she’d hook up with him again. The surprise  quickly turned to joyfulness when she called him to tell him that she was pregnant, that it was his, that she wanted to know whether or not he planned to be involved so that she could get things in order in time for the baby’s arrival.

   His elation was for an entirely different reason than her own and she’d come to know that closer to the child’s third birthday.

   Nisa was overjoyed when Nyala was born. That girl is her whole world and she’d do anything for her. She saw Nyala as a new start. And she was- everything that Nisa did after Nyala was born was carefully calculated with her daughter in mind.

   Which is why she agreed to team up with Erik. He knew that T’Challa would do the right thing, take responsibility for a child that he thought was his, and allow her and her mother to move in to the palace.

   That was step one.

   Erik knows T’Challa truly tries to see the best in a situation, but that t he would never put his own will over yours. So, Nisa would have to get in good weight you, gain your trust, become friends with you, whatever. That part provided to be a challenge because she shares the same animosity towards you that you do towards her and it was extraordinarily evident ten years.She learned, though, and she got it together.

   Step two.

   ‘’Step three is in phase now,’’ she explains with a smug face, watching M’Baku, T’Challa, and you look at her with wide eyes, ‘’Erik is going to challenge Adanya to another challenge for the throne. Since he overthrew you, technically, because you’re obviously here, he’s king. He can challenge her and he’ll obviously beat Adanya. She couldn't even beat T’Challa! That, or she’ll decline. He'll Be king then. It’s a win-win, for us. Nyala gets to become queen when Erik is done and her future is secure.’’

   It’s a twisted plan and she knows it. But Erik’s words are like butter and they’re smooth and delicious and she wants nothing more than to hear then for the rest of her life. Maybe he did this in a selfish attempt to get the throne, but she doesn't care. He wouldn't do anything to harm Nyala. This is all for her, too.

   And, well, that’s good enough for Nisa right now.

   It has to be.

   Because no one can see her resolve wavering, but it is. She’s regretting this but she isn’t backing down. She’s doing this for Nyala, not for Erik, no matter how much she may love him.    

   That’s the broke record that’s been repairing itself over and over again her mind, like the record is dirty and that’s the only part of the song that is meant to fill her ears.

   So, yes, her resolve and commitment to do this to your family is wavering.

   But not her commitment to Nyala.

   No. Never her commitment to Nyala.

   T’Challa

   For the first time in his life, T'Challa truly feel like he’s lost.

No, scratch that. He has not felt this way bin years, because he sees no hope. With you, in your relationship, there was always hope, no matter how small of an amount it was. 

 That monster, a man who is meant to be his cousin, is in his castle with his children, and he’s not seen them in a week. If Erik is still as hungry for power, rebellion and change as he was before, this can’t be good.

   But he is a king in many ways, so he knows how to keep a tough demeanor. M’baku is too, but he is so obviously worried about his own son,Jelani,and the fate of the Jabari Tribe.

   ‘’Everything's going to be okay,’’ T’Challa hears you breathe out, his brown eyes looking up to meet yours, ‘’I know it.’’

   ‘’Things look pretty bleak right now, my love.’’

   ‘’I know that they do,husband,’’ you look at him. ‘’But opportunities bring new things, right? Even bad ones.’’

   You rub your stomach absentmindedly, grateful that you didn’t tell him that you are, indeed, expecting another child.

   He doesn’t need that right now, and you won’t say anything until Nisa puts the child in immediate danger.

   ‘’We’ve made it out before, haven’t we? We will do it again. Adanya will do something,’’you say quietly as Nisa is out of range,seemingly lost in her own thoughts, ‘’We will.’’

   ‘’Quiet down,’’ Nisa snaps then, turning towards you with a look of pure hatred in her eyes, ‘’You can not speak. Sooner or later, I will be your queen.’’

   What Nisa does not notice is the look that T’Challa gives you as he whispers to you, words that are meant to comfort himself and M’Baku just as much as they are meant to comfort you.

   ‘’You are right. Adanya is smart and strong and capable. She will think of something,’’ he agrees and he can see the slight ignition of hope in M'Baku eyes as he says this.

   His faith is wavering and he’s just silently praying to Bast that this is true.

   Because he can’t handle the thought of something happening to six of the people he loves more than anything else in this world.

He is strong, but not even vibranium can protect his heart from splitting apart at the seams at even just the thought of that.

   He just can’t do it.

Erik

   This is everything he’s ever wanted. He has the throne, he has a beautiful family, he has the power to do whatever he would like to do and he intends to use it.

   Getting back to the throne has been his main goal since he first woke up from the deep sleep that he was in.

   See, T'Challa's is far too trusting. Erik knew this. He knew that even if he lost Challenge Day, he’d still have some way to make it back to the throne. Because T’Challa? He’s so wrapped up in doing the right thing that it gets in the way sometimes.

   That’s why Erik didn’t let him save him that day on the cliff. He knew that he’d have an eye on him at all time, probably even assign a Dora Milaje to him at all times just to make sure that he wasn’t about to fight for the throne.

   Again.

   Erik Stevenson, aka N’Jadaka Udaku is never without a plan, though, and he is never without the right people around him to help him.

   How cruel would Erik really  be to throw even more salt in a wound that barely healed? Could he be that cruel?

   Cruel is secondary to him. Actually, no. It’s something he doesn’t have to think about, like breathing or walking. It’s as easy as putting one foot in front of the other and it gets him to where he needs to be.

   ‘’My king,’’ the man who has not seen the inside of these palace walls in years strolls in, cocky smile prominent and head held high, ‘’Everything is going to plan. T’Challa and his wife?’’

   ‘’Nisa’s taking care of that. Give it some time. He’ll give up the throne to get back to his kids,’’ Erik shakes his and chuckles scathingly, ‘’We’ve got it this time. It’s secured, man.’’

   Erik is no stranger to stabbing someone in the back. He’s no stranger to using those closest to a person to do so. He threw his own cousin off of a cliff for goodness sake. Nisa, the man he is currently talking to… even Nyala. He knows how to twist and turn the truth to his liking.

   The next person that needs to watch out?    

   Precious Princess Adanya of Wakanda.

   Did anyone think that he wouldn’t really take a chance to get to the throne? Any chance at all.

   ‘’When do we follow through on the next stage of the plan?’’

   ‘’Patience, man. We’ll get there. Just follow my lead.’’

   The man that Erik is currently speaking to is the same man who literally sold T’Challa out nearly thirty years ago.

   The man who you leave out when telling stories toy for children about the past of Wakanda. The man who is now back and ruining your life more than ever.

   The same man who offered to bury Erik, but secretly kept him alive, housing him and keeping him  off of the radar and outside of Wakanda.

   The same man who has been hatching this plan with Erik, waiting for the moment and the right time and the right people to make it all fall into place.

   The man who was once like a brother to T’Challa.

   ‘’I trust that we are continuing with the plan as we discussed.’’

   ‘’W’Kabi, man, stop worrying. Just leave everything to me. T’Challa and his clown of a wife will break any day now. Who we need to start breaking down is the princess.’’

   And that’s exactly what he begins to do.

Adanya

   They say that time flies when you are having fun.

   When you are bored or otherwise occupied with things that, ahem, less fun, you find yourself willing the minute hand on the clock to move faster, watching the time drift along slowly.

   It has been a month since she has seen her parents.

   It’s been a month since Nisa started delivering status reports that do very little to make her feel safe and calm, just provide a temporary rush of relief that comes from knowing that they are safe.

   It has been a month since, with sadness in her eyes, Kya began to take orders from the new king of Wakanda.

   It has been a month since Adanya began wishing that Ramonda and Shuri weren’t on a retreat away from their phones and kimoyo beads, having finished up their business trip and deciding to take a breather from Wakanda and their duties for a short while.

She wishes that Okoye and Ayo were not on that retreat as well, that there was same way to reach them.

   It’s been a month since Ado and Adanya realized they had to mature and look out for Abioye, Abimbola and Afia the way that their parents would want them too.

   It’s been a month since her siblings and her have been basically confined to this part of the castle, not allowed to leave without a member of the Dora Milaje hot on their trail. Adanya suggested moving her nsiblings into her room with her, that way she could keep an eye on them as needed

   ‘’What are we going to do,’’ Ado asks her, looking at the wall and memorizing the patterns of gold in the white wall.

   He’s done this several times already, inhaling and exhaling slowly.

   Let go of the frustration.

   Breathe in the calmness.

   Let go of the fear.

   Breathe in the determination that is in his, Adanya, Abioye, Abimbola, and Afia’s blood.

   Breathe in a way to take back the throne, to take back Wakanda.

   In a lot of ways, Ado is like her partner in crime. He’s the sibling closest to ehr in age and he’s been helping her keep things together. The younger children- Abioye, Abimbola and Afia, are terrified, and rightfully so. Nyala has even spending a lot of time with Erik who, apparently, is her real dad.

   Because the Udaku family has not been through enough have they?

   She is twenty-one, she is tired and she is afraid of the monster that sits on the throne as she speaks.

   ‘’I don’t know.’’

Adanya sighs, closing her eyes and running a hand over her dark curls, ‘’Ado… I… I do not know.’’

   For the first time in a long time, her baba is not here to guide her. Even when he was not in Wakanda he could be reached. Now, she has no idea where Nisa is holding him, and that for some reason Erik wants him to stay alive.

   All she knows is that her world has flipped upside down, and she’s trying to keep a good head on her shoulders and remain strong for her younger siblings.

   Afia is currently sitting across from her two oldest siblings playing with her dolls and remaining oblivious to the way that her world has shifted. As far as she knows, mommy and daddy are on vacation and will be back soon.

   Abioye is looking out of the window, watching the world spin around him as he struggles to make sense of everything that has been occuring in his life lately.

   Abimbola has been mostly silent,. Withdrawing and staying to himself and immersing himself in Kannada literature the same way that she did when her parents were dealing with their divorce and the Nyala/Nisa/T’Challa-you-are-the-dad drama.

   ‘’We’ve got to think of something,’’ Ado hisses, ‘’For them.’’

   Adanya has had a large part in helping raise her youngest siblings just because they spend so much time with her. She likes teaching them new things and such, and she knows that they look up to her.

   She may not be the future queen of Wakanda anymore,but she knows that she needs to be there for her brothers and sister.

   ‘’I don’t want to alarm you Adanya,’’ Ado swallows thickly, placing his hand on his sister’s shoulder, ‘’But I heard N’Jdaka and Nisa and W’Kabi talking.’’

   ‘’About’’ she looks over at him, the weariness evidence in her soft facial expressions.

   ‘’They… Adanya, you are not safe here. If anything, you and I need to come up with a plan to get you out of here. We can do that and I’ll figure something out. But they know that then throne should rightfully be yours and they are not taking any chances,’’ he tells her.

   ‘’So,’’ she shakes her head ruefully, the bitter taste of hatred for these three people burning the inside of her mouth with its pungent flavor., ‘’They've been planning this all along.’’

   ‘’They have,’’ Ado spits in distaste for the man who sits on the thorne, the man that does not know the first thing about being a good king, ‘’So we have to figure something out.’’

   There are moments where you come to a crossroad, and you have to decide which path to go down. On one hand, Adanya could leave now and trust Ado to keep their siblings safe. She knows that’s the smart decision, in all honesty. Because the she could get help from someone that knows her baba and take care of things.

   But she is Adanya Udaku, and she is T’Challa’s child, and she's never been one to not put up a fight when necessary.

   ‘’Well, brother, I know exactly what we are going to do.’’

   She stands than, striving towards her dresser drawer with the last shred of confidence in hope that is in her.

   She takes out the necklace that her dad had given her, the one that is very similar to what Shuri designed him so many years ago.

   ‘’Brother, we are going to take back Wakanda.’’

   She puts the necklace on and her brother stands in alertness, ready to take back what is theirs.

   ‘’Wakanda Forever,’’ he crosses his arms in front of his chest.

   It’s a greeting and a solute that they learned when they were very young, but more  importantly, it’s a promise.

   It’s a promise that Wakanda will not fall victim to someone who wants to sue it for hate, to someone who can not see the true majesty of this beautiful land and use it to help the world, not destroy it.

   ‘’Wakanda Forever.’’

   In this moment, it also a promise between two siblings- something that says, ‘’Count me in. I’ve got your back.’’

   In this moment, Ado is on her side. And if he is her only ally, it is good enough.

   He is Ado, son of T’Challa.

   She is Adanya Udaku, daughter of T’Challa and future queen of Wakanda.

   She is smart.

   She is beautiful.

   She is strong.

   She is brave.

   She is her baba’s child.

   And she’s not giving up without a fight this time either.

   Because enough is enough

.

So, there we have it. W’Kabi is the culprit once again, helping Erik. Adanya is ready to fight back.

DISCLAIMER- I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE MARVEL CHARACTERS OR THEIR FICTIONAL WORLDS MENTIONED- I OWN THE CHARACTERS OF CHANE, IFE, JELANI, KYA

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[chronic-claire-universe]

Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist

Legend:🥰 fluff   -  😠 angst  -  💕 smut

When You Have Your Period pt.1🥰

When You Have Your Period pt.2🥰

Yuji Itadori: Falling In Love🥰💕18+

Satoru Gojo: Falling In Love🥰💕18+

Satoru Gojo: Quality Time🥰

Yuta Okkotsu: Falling In Love🥰💕18+

Toge Inumaki: Falling In Love🥰💕18+

Toge Inumaki: The Exam 💕🥰18+

Choso: Falling In Love🥰💕18+

Choso: Blood In Disguise💕18+

Megumi Fushiguro: Falling In Love🥰💕18+

Gojo and Yuji: A Bratty Student💕18+

Ryoumen Sukuna: Pregnancy Play🥰

Ryoumen Sukuna: A Clumsy Serve💕18+

Kento Nanami: Hair Cuddling Time🥰

Suguru Getou: Brat Taming 💕 18+

Young Trio and Toge: Comforting Time🥰

Mahito: Human Urges🥰💕18+

Toji Fushiguro: No Change 💕 18+

How They Have Sex Pt.1💕18+

No Nut November 💕18+

Various Characther x Chubby!Reader 🥰

Various Characther x Chubby!Reader smut edition💕18+

Various Characthers Pregnancy Premonition 🥰 👶🏻

[i-know-geography]

That basic tumblr writer post

DNI:

—Racist or xenophobic

—Homofobic or transfobic

—Ablelist(Principally if ya hate autistic people,i'm autistic)

—Suport pedophilia,incest or abusive relationship.

Things i'll do:

—Characther X reader

—Character X Character

—Platonic oneshots/headcanons.

Things i WON'T do:

—NSFW(I'm a minor,for god's sake)

—Pedophilia,incest or abusive

—Crack fics(i'm not good)

Fandons:

—Pretty cure(My actual hiperfixation,pls ask)

—Infinity train

—Lumine webtoon

—Madoka magica

—Cookie run

—Yandere simulator(i DON'T support the dev)

—Kingdom hearts

—Eddsworld

—Voltron legendary defender

—IB

—Happy sugar life(I DON'T SHIP SATOU X SHIO,FOR GOD'S SAKE)

—Eldarya

—The promised neverland

—Over the garden wall

—Gravity falls

—Bad end friends

—Hades game

—Mad father

—Carmen Sandiego

—Kipo and the age of wonderbeasts

—Steven universe

—Obey me

—Classroom of the elite

—Genshin impact

And some others that i actually don't remeber...try to ask some that aren't here,if i know them,i'll add!

(also,pls,ask for yandere stuff,i love the whole yandere dinamic)

[doolkat]

Beastars season 2 thoughts (SPOILERS!)

Its furry time

First of all NOT BEING manga reader.

My ass legit thought Legoshi was the fucking killer. I was so suprised wjen he wasnt. I was like what.. I was like wow so fucking obvious he is when the snake said answers is in him. But he wasnt

i honestly was like??????

SECOND.!! lack of Haru in this season?? like bro I came here to see Legoshi x haru :( i really liked them in season 1. What was the point of building it in season 1 when it felt flat on season 2.idk.. maybe manga was different. But u know theres gonna be season 3 confirmed already so maybe they fix that..

THIRD

THIS season was GAY AS HELL.. I honestly didnt expect that. I wasnt much of a LOUIS x Legoshi shipper expect that one hot scene from season 1 where he checks out Legoshis fangs. The leg scene in season 2 and LOUIS feelings about carnivores to me heavily implies denial of romantic feelings for Legoshi. Also tbh I dont think Legoshi is gay.. even tho I SHIP them but in reality I feel like this heart belong to Haru..

Also Im convinced more of that Riz has feelings for Tem. Whatever it developed from loneliness or not. The thing of being desires reached when being in love wasnt in my opinion random. Their story was sad.That black panter and ant eater idk their names also had pretty speical vibes. idk if ship ones but it was nice.

FOUR

PINA!! PINAAA.. idk what about him but HE IS SO PRETTY i like his personality of being like cocky af and pretty boy but he isnt all mean. yeah he a manwhore but I feel like theres a lot more to him tjan we saw also he was hillarious af. What i thought was intresting was his feelings about death and fear. Like I honestly dont know but this boy seems deep down depressed that he doesnt care what will happen to him. Or maybe he finds the thrill in excitment of his life being put on danger. (i kin that speifically maybe I shouldnt dbjdd).

FIVE

NOBODY TALKS ABOUT THIS BUT PEACH AND SHEILA! honestly that scene made me so so happy somehow like warm feeling inside how they became friends. Probaly one of my fav parts of that season 2.honestly it was good season but that small scene with them was so lovely..

SIX

Jack :( like him about Legoshi leaving and all was heart breaking. I hope they get to stay friends but him crying was just so sad. or the whole thoughts of them getting distant..yeah...depression

Over all thoughts:

Good season. I wish we got to see more back story of different characthers like Jack. I heard the manga featured his back story but maybe season 3 will touch on that. Incredibly unexpected to me. The leg scene was INSANE. but I tbh am not upset or so suprised about it like some seem to be. Maybe he could taken just little bite.. idk? I dont know SURE WAS GAY AF THO. Im also sad about Ibuki.. I feel like he is actully pretty cool man but yeah we wont see him abymore. Literally rip.

Your thoughts?

These were mine! I liked this season in general 💓