#i tried to draw the glasses at first but very quickly gave up

[prestidigitated]

saiki from that one scene in the rain except i didn't wanna draw him wearing glasses lmao

[tales-from-elysivm]

Jinx x f!reader and their first kiss, date, time, fight, all that couple stuff short little pieces of girlies being cute

★。／ get jinxed ＼。★

pairing: jinx x f!reader

fandom: arcane

word count: 1,612

tw: canon typical swearing/slang, some light spoiler warnings, and some suggestive/NSFW content! MDNI!

notes: this is a fic i am really excited for! Thank you again for the request anon! It was really fun to write, and i got through it pretty quickly to be perfectly honest because of that haha. Not proofread because im tired, and i have no shame :D enjoy!

! be sure to like and reblog if you enjoyed !

➼ first date with jinx 

You worked under Silco delivering shimmer across Zaun. Of course, you knew you shouldn’t have been doing this, it could get you arrested without question and you’d find yourself in Stillwater. But it paid well, and working so closely with the Eye of Zaun meant you didn’t have to worry as much about danger in Zaun. People saw you as a god-send, you gave them their weekly hit, if anything, the danger made them respect you. 

It was during this time that you met Jinx, while picking up your next delivery of shimmer from Silco’s warehouse. She had been there to speak with him privately about some arson issue that happened in Piltover. You had heard briefly about a lanky, blue-haired girl that would build bombs in the open space beneath the warehouse, but it was rare that anyone had ever seen her. But you managed. Somehow.

She intercepts you on your trade route, setting bombs off in the street just across from one of your clients. Jinx claims to recognise you from skulking around the warehouse. And at some point her chaotic energy and her strange inability to sit still seems to lull you into some sense of security. She’s just the perfect idea of unpredictability that you needed in your otherwise boring Zaunite lifestyle. (Though you were very lucky, all things considered.)

Your first date is a simple diner one. At first, you didn’t even know it was a date, just that she wanted to do something fun with you. She takes you in to meet her favourite bartender Chuck, who seems to almost slink beneath the counter when she drags you in. I feel like Jinx would give you a little monkey bomb as a gift for your first date - though it isn’t set, it’s pretty harmless. Other than that she bombards you with strange bursts of Jinx-aligned humour, and rambles at length about her various inventions, promising to take you down to her workshop to show you everything, while tightly gripping your fingers with chipped blue nails. 

And something in those bright, blue eyes makes you think that maybe this unpredictability could be quite fun. 

‘Don’t ya get bored frownin’ like that?’ jinx drums her nails on her glass, the clinking echoing throughout the empty bar. It was quite odd, you reckon, for it to be this quiet, but maybe its just jinx. 

In her own way of trying to get a smile out of you she starts spouting some random jokes. Tries telling her own funny stories. They all mostly revolve around bombs or explosive presentations she’s organised at piltover events. Mainly the absurdity of it all gets a laugh out of you, or you just smile at the giddy, child-like happiness you see in her eyes. Something that seems so pure (ignoring the fact that she’s probably an arsonist and on several watchlists)

‘There ya go!’ she cheers, grabbing onto your hands and interlacing your fingers. You think maybe you should paint your nails too to match her, see if it makes her happy. ‘You look so much prettier with a smile, trinket’

➼ first kiss with jinx 

It was after your third or fourth date that you ended up spending your free time in the warehouse. Jinx begins showing you all the new inventions she’s making, and all her designs for cartoony monkey bombs, you even help her draw out a few, including a cutesy little cat one that she isn’t as fond of, but she still makes one for you. 

Most of your relationship consists of Jinx making you little trinkets, like keychains, safe bombs, little bracelets and rings, and strange, misshapen sculptures made of leftover metal pieces. 

She loves you, in a very Jinx-way. She’s touchy but never very pushy. Long hugs, cuddles on a couch that she has balancing on a metal propellor in her warehouse, letting you braid her hair when she’s tired (please brush her hair, she will melt, and she needs some softness), holding hands in Zaun or dragging you to her private meetings with Silco. Whether you like it or not, you have the Eye of Zaun as an adopted father figure now. He isn’t quite sure what to think about it either. 

It is one of those cuddle sessions, after she is plagued by the voices that taunt her, that you end up just holding her face into your neck and sitting with her. These are the most important to her, like she can feel safe for once. 

‘Thank ya toots,’ she curls around you, straddling your lap and looking down on you with an innocent pout on her face. You don’t have to ask what she’s thanking you for, this has become a pretty regular occurrence. 

In her moment of calmed silence, you untie one of her braids and begin to brush through her long, blue locks with your fingers. She immediately melts into your hands, leaning forward to lean into your chest, gazing up at you. 

‘I feel like ya deserve somethin,’ she says absently, tapping her chin with one nail. Then a mischievous smile crosses her lips. ‘C’mere!’

She eagerly grabs your cheeks, barely giving you a second to register what’s happening before she smushes your faces together. Her lips are chapped, but her kiss is so enthusiastic that you have to take a moment before returning it. Your hand grips her hair in between tight fingers. 

The rest of your cuddle sesh is spent with soft, hurried kisses.

➼ first fight with jinx 

You don’t often fight with Jinx, you don’t like to yell at her or be upset, and watch her usually gleeful expression drop into that of a kicked puppy. But you were worried about her this time. 

She had gone up to piltover against Silco’s wishes again, most likely to stir up trouble, so he decided to send you after her to drag her back to Zaun. When you had gotten there however, you found only the debris of her explosions, the spraypaint she loved, clouds of coloured smoke, and guards everywhere. 

And no Jinx.

No sign of her or where she could be, you had no choice but to return to Zaun before you got dragged into the oncoming investigation, empty-handed. You spend the rest of the day worrying over where she might be in her workshop, sitting with your head in your hands on the couch. Is she hurt? Captured? She could be dead for all you know.

So when she shows up again, seemingly ignorant to how long she has been gone or the stress she has caused, you can’t help but raise your voice, crying about how you had expected the worst. You scream back and forth for a bit before she leaves you to burn off her energy.

‘Hey trinket,’ the door to her warehouse screeches open, and she stands in the entrance, looking at you as you sit on the couch, barely even looking at her. ‘Ya still mad at me?’

She sighs when she doesn’t get a response, coming close to wipe at the dried tear-stains on your cheeks, setting down her tools and her guns to favour your face between her hands. Jinx makes sure you can see only her.

‘I’m sorry i vanished, i didnt mean to scare ya, honest.’ she pulls you down to lean into her shoulder, still stroking your cheeks with her fingers. ‘Can ya forgive me, trinket? I’ll make it up to ya, i promise.’

Jinx cuddles with you on the couch for the rest of the day, showering you in kisses at your request. Safe to say, you can’t stay mad at her for very long at all.

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➼ first time with jinx 

Jinx has always loved touching you, whether it’s a hand on your knee, an arm around your shoulder, or a hug from behind. She just loves to be close to you. But when you begin talking about the idea of sex with her she immediately jumps on the idea (and probably jumps on you as soon as you bring it up, you only barely manage to drag her somewhere private)

She’s an enthusiastic lover in all things, of course. Fucking you isn’t going to be any different. But she’s gentle the first time, despite it all, she doesn’t really know what she’s doing, i don’t think Silco really prepared her for intimate relationships. 

But still, having sex with Jinx is amusing, its not serious, always cracking little jokes or tickling each other and finding little ways to be comfortable with the process. You can’t really find it in you to be nervous. 

She’d start slowly with you though, if you wanted, just to make you comfortable <3 

‘God trinket, ya look s’ pretty like this for me,’ she’s already slightly breathless, skirting her hands and dragging her chipped nails over your ribs. She lays you down on the couch in her warehouse, sitting between your thighs, looking up at you with half-lidded eyes.

‘Ya feel alright?’ she checks in occasionally, just to be sure. 

But she lets her hands wander at the same time, she can tell you aren’t going to say no just by the look in your eyes, urging her to continue. She lets her hands travel over your stomach and down in between your thighs, but she doesn’t hurry where you need her. No, she prefers to tease you. Just a little bit to get you squirming. 

When she does finally reach your core, dipping her fingers in between your folds, does she finally let up and give you what you want.

[powerfultenderness]

Ok but what if reader and konig were out for a coffee or something, and they run into Adrian! I don’t know if you meant for their breakup to be on good terms or not, that’s up to you, but I just want to see konig get all jelly.

Sorry this one is a little late! I couldn't decide which way to go. But I still love Adrian so I couldn't have him hurt lol! 😅

Sooo, I have König doing something else! Which means I'm dropping a (Mature 18+ rating on this!)

“Ah! Hide me!” you gasped and jumped behind König. 

He stiffened, left hand flying behind him for a second as if to anchor you to him, but that was hardly needed as you were clinging to his back. “What! What is it?”  

“It’s him!” You whispered sharply into König’s back. “My ex!” 

“Where? Who?” 

You didn’t even notice him clenching his fists and holding them down at his sides. “By that bench. Blue suit. Five-eleven.” König nodded, spotting the man.

“Cute dorky glasses.” 

The guy he was looking at was wearing silver rimmed aviator glasses. Was that cute?

“Light green eyes.” 

He nodded again, green eyes, yea he was definitely looking at the right guy.

“Pretty curly brown hair,” you continued, gripping König’s shirt even harder. “Ugh, absolutely stunning smile with dimples and dazzling teeth,” you sighed and sagged against König a bit, “and-”

“Ok.” König interrupted you, he already spotted the guy, he didn’t need you to keep talking about him. “Who is he with?” 

“He’s with someone?” You gasped again and popped out from behind him to look. 

“Oh!” You barely managed to squeak out before your lips started to tremble. “She’s so pretty.” Your voice fell as you tried not to cry.

The woman was just Adrian’s type. Tall, skinny blonde with killer legs, could very well be a Taylor Swift (his biggest celebrity crush) clone. You really shouldn’t be surprised that he moved on with such a beautiful woman.

König looked away from your ex to you, clinging to him with one hand, and clutching at the fabric above your heart with the other. Your eyes were shining with tears that you were desperately trying to hold back and you were biting your bottom lip so hard that soon you’d draw blood. 

“You are prettier.” 

You didn’t hear him. And even if you had, you probably wouldn’t have understood the German. You’d tilt your head all cutely and smile at him as you asked him to translate. But you didn’t hear him, and you didn’t ask him to translate. König growled to himself, he didn’t like the hold this guy seemed to have on you. 

It wasn’t until he dropped a heavy hand on your shoulder did you snap out of whatever trance Adrain had over you. “Let’s go.” He needed to get your mind off of your ex (and preferably on him!).

“O-oh!” You looked up at him, eyes still brimming with unshed tears, “yea. Totally. My bad!” And the fake smile you gave him would fool no one. 

As luck would have it, just as you turned around, someone shouted your name. You froze and König growled again. He turned to face Adrian first, startling the smaller man enough to get a quiet, “whoa!” out of him. 

Even through his peripherals, he saw you quickly smoothing out your clothes and hair before you turned around too, this time your fake smile was much more convincing.

“Adrian! Hey,” you greeted the man, though remained firmly planted next to König. 

Adrian smiled that dangerous smile. The one that made you fall for him in the first place and still had you blushing. He tried to step further into your space, arms spread for a hug, but König caught him by the shoulder and pushed him back. 

“Hey, man! Not cool!” Adrian pointed a finger at König once he caught himself.

“Do not touch her.” 

König’s cold tone and death glare had both you and Adrian glancing at him with concern. It isn’t until you reach out a tentative hand and touch his arm does he stop glaring at Adrian. “It’s fine, König.” 

After taking a moment to glance between you and König, Adrian stepped back, he even braved tapping your free hand as he motioned for you to follow.

König growled, fists clenching and he nearly stormed after the other man. He told him not to touch you!  

“It’s fine.” You repeated and gave his arm another pat for reassurance. 

He resisted the urge to wrap his arms around and simply pull you away from your ex. But you followed him instead…

“What’s up?” You tried to sound unaffected. 

Adrian looked behind you and frowned. “You really with that guy?” 

“Yea. Why?” 

You hadn’t moved so far that König could no longer hear, and when you so casually admitted that you were with him, well, he was somehow both smiling and glaring under his mask.

“I just wanted to say hi, but,” he eyed König again, “do you still have my number?”

Your brows furrowed as you shook your head. “No. I deleted it when we broke up. Why?” 

Adrian reached inside his jacket and pulled out a business card and a pen. He scribbled his personal number on the back and handed it to you. “Here, take it. Just in case.” 

You blinked, a pang of familiarity hitting you as you read his messy handwriting. “Just in case what? I need a lawyer?” 

“No…” He sighed and nervously scratched the back of his neck. “I’ve just, seen this a few times. After a break up, women will date the first dangerous guy they meet and-” 

“He’s not going to hurt me, Adrian! ” You yelled and threw his card back at him. You had aimed for his face, but the little card hit his chest instead. 

“I’m just worried about you,” he sighed and tried to hand you the card again.

“He’s never even been mean to me, unlike you!” 

“What! I was never mean to you!” 

“You broke my heart!” 

Adrian stopped, he looked so taken aback with his mouth hanging open and eyes nearly as wide as his lenses. 

You sighed as he struggled, and failed, to think of a response. “Goodbye, Adrian.” That actually felt good, as there had been a lack of closure when you broke up. 

“But,” Adrian tried once more to talk to you, but seeing you done with him, König stepped between you and Adrian. 

“Leave.” He growled out and stared him down. 

“Jesus! Ok! Ok!”

He waited for Adrian to turn around and return to his partner before he relented, finding you quickly and dropping his hand to the small of your back. 

You muttered out a quiet thanks and an apology for ruining a nice day, but König shook his head, he wouldn’t mind going home anyways. “Too many people.” 

The next time you spoke up you were in front of your door, fishing your keys out of your purse. You were in the middle of a half hearted thank you to König when you suddenly found yourself pressed up against the door, König’s left arm braced against the door while his right arm was wound around your waist, pulling you tight against him.

“Ah! K-könig! What!” You squealed, heart pounding wildly in your chest as you tried to push back, only for him to tighten his hold on you, pulling you even closer to his hard body. 

You could feel everything. From the muscles in his arms trapping you against him, every breath he took, the flutter of his mask as he pressed his mouth against the side of your face, and the way his dick was hardening against your ass. You gasped, your entire body buzzing with want, need. 

“Do not think of him.” He growled into your ear, earning a whimper from you, your struggling against him not an attempt to get out of his hold, but to feel more of him. 

“Wh-what?” You finally managed to gasp out, one hand clutching at his arm as you tried to calm down. 

He wasn’t having that. Behind the loose front of his mask, his mouth found your neck. His teeth found your neck. You whined, quietly moaning out his name, as his tongue lapped at and soothed the fresh bite mark. “Think only of me.” 

You let out a breathy whine as you could definitely feel the outline of his hardness roughly rutting into you, your front pressed fully against the door at this point. He repeated the action a few times, heavy pants fanning your neck, tongue sliding out over your skin once more. It wasn’t elegant, but desperate and needy. Until he suddenly stilled and gently set you fully back on the ground. 

He turned you around, setting your back against the door, and moved his hand from your waist to cup your face, forcing you to look into his eyes. “Goodnight.” 

You blinked. “What?” No. That one you understood. “What?”

He chuckled, “remember to lock your door.” 

What! You sagged against the door and watched as he walked down the hall to his own flat. How in the world were you supposed to go to sleep after that? 

More Neighbor König: [Neighbor König masterlist]

[artofchira]

As someone else who's in the process of burning out just surviving, and has lost sight of why I enjoyed art in the first place, would you be willing to share some of the things you've tried to get back on your feet? Super glad that you're doing so much better, btw.

First: It's actually become a job for me to help artists reconnect to their art through my mentorship workshop with everything I have learned, and I consider myself very good at it. I've been doing it for about 4 years now. If you or any other artist would like direct help with recovering from burn out please check out the service page of my website and testimonials from previous clients.

To answer your question:

A lot of my own personal stabilization just came as a result of wanting the experience of making art to be comfortable. It wasn't a choice anymore. After my father passed I relaxed for about 3 months -- longest I went without drawing in my life since I started freelancing -- and when I sat back at my desk I just couldn't make myself work under the same pressure. I'd try to force myself to draw and it made me want to cry instead. I quickly learned I could only create if I felt comfortable and drawing felt gentle, so I had to accept moving forward if I wanted to continue being as productive as before I needed to find a way of working that eliminated stress or using will power, which means working in a way that was renovated from the ground up. I couldn't go back. How I was making art was over. I needed it to be repaired. I had no idea what that looked like, so it was truly trial and error.

A fact about me is I have a very high sensory/pain threshold naturally (I also recently learned I was autistic over the pandemic, imagine that has something to do with it) so I've always been historically bad at ignoring my physical limitations because I rarely felt them unless my body broke down on me, and when it did I treated myself with annoyance and forced myself to work through it. I'm talking like no sleeping for 3-4 days straight, or coming home after a kidney stone to finish a comic page still shaky on pain and morphine and then feeling bad at myself for being lazy. To say my old work habits were highly self abusive is an understatement. So when I started addressing everything that was an inconvenience and uncomfortable, it ended up correcting everything I was ignoring or failed to consider a problem until it was past due.

To cut a long story short, a list of material changes to my life that improved my health:

I got medicated, finally. I'm extremely bipolar. Always have been. Drawing between periods of oscillating between feeling divinely invincible vs ideating suicide every waking moment vastly became easier to manage.

I got glasses. I'm farsighted, but it was never a problem for me since I could see fine -- ooor so I thought. Turns out when you're farsighted you're focusing constantly without even realizing it. Turns out getting glasses gave me 80% of my mental space back so I suddenly had more energy, generally more awake, and more focused. No one talks about farsightedness so I had absolutely no idea I was burning myself out physically just being able to see. Worth mentioning!

Started seeing a massage therapist and a chiropractor regularly. I always thought of those things as luxuries, not necessities. Which was extremely stupid. Maintaining my physical body through directly working out kinks in it became something like brushing my teeth or showering -- it's just something you do to make sure health and hygiene isn't making you dysfunctional and rotting you. My body no longer breaks down.

For the same reasons as above, maintained seeing my therapist regularly even if I felt fine or had no issues to work out. I realized I was always quick to end support as soon as I felt I didn't need it anymore (again treating it as a luxury) so making the space in my life for mental/emotional check ins kept my head organized. My therapist is bewildered by me and has no idea what to do with me because she feels she's not doing anything. I just tell her by me making the space for me to explain myself at all, even if all I was doing was describing how I was fine, was the help. She's great.

Got a cappuccino machine. May seem stupid but being able to make gourmet coffees from my kitchen every morning really genuinely improved my life and mind more than getting medicated.

Got a dog. He's amazing. I love him. Very warm and loving companion, and such a gentle soul. He keeps me out of my head and gets me prioritizing walks every day, so my vitamin D intake increased massively. I don't have the luxury of staying in bed for 3 days straight in my depressive episodes anymore. I have to make the effort to leave it at least twice a day to walk and feed him and play with him. Like most people, I'm terrible at prioritizing for myself but will move worlds for those I love no matter where I'm at.

For personal habits I just reflected a lot on why I felt I had to will myself to draw when drawing is something I love doing most. It made no sense to resent doing what you devote yourself to doing. I changed -- and still changing -- my mental framing in how I think of working on art for it to be something I'm eager to do, not obligated to.

Hope this was educational.

[the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf]

You're waiting for a train...(4)

Painted Windmills

Robert Fischer x reader

description - Eames and Y/n embark on their intel operation and Eames only has one rule for Y/n; do not be seen.

word count - 2.4k

warnings - hospitals, blood (so minor tho), sadness

a/n - finally we have them meeting!!! Also I know some people may disagree with Eames' reactions in this but remember he is thinking about how this job is important for Cobb and Y/n.

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Eames led me in with his hand on my back in faux professionalism but with genuine care. We had dressed up all nice and proper for our first day. The thick black dress hugged my curves in a way I was not used to, and revealed my legs way more than I could stand. It felt constricting compared with the jeans (which I’d had for years) and baggy shirts I usually wore on jobs. I fixed my newly acquired fake glasses and my disguise was complete.

We walked up the stone steps to the house that loomed like my private gallows. Why was I so nervous? Eames was right next to me, and this was hardly the first intel operation I’d done with him.

I wobbled about in my precarious heels and my ankles practically gave out when I reached the fourth step. My embarrassment was saved by Eames’ quick grasp of my elbow, righting me lest I draw attention to our entrance.

Our fancy dress shoes clinked in synchronisation and stopped to face each other before we breached the fateful doors. One last debrief.

“What are we here to do?” Eames prepped me.

“Gather as much information about the father-son relationship and see what we can use to our advantage. And you’re going to be studying Browning to mimic his movement, mannerisms, and speech.” I completed with pride.

“Very good baby Cobb.”

“Hey! I vetoed that nickname!”

“The most important thing is don’t be seen.” I raised my eyebrow at his ridiculous request. “You know what I mean, don’t draw attention to yourself. And whatever you do, don’t talk to Fischer.”

I laughed at how serious he looked holding my gaze. I tried to leave to go in, thinking the conversation was done. But I was held in place by his hand on my arm.

“Don’t talk to Robert.” He tilted his head, and I felt the meaning of his words. He’d seen me with the picture. I shucked his hand off my arm and left abruptly.

“Don’t be ridiculous!” I seethed.

He met the quick pace I had formed so he didn’t see the distress I felt at his distrust. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust me, he thought he needed to manage me. Take care of me. Like I was a child.

We both arrived at the top of a dark oak staircase that exuded the feel of wealth and prosperity. The house was so quiet that my heels were like a gunshot in a library. I began to tilt my head up to look at the expanse of the house in wonder. It seemed it had more shadows than glimmers of light. The house choked on its own emptiness.

“Mr and Mrs Trent?” A perky blonde approached us as we walked around the first floor aimlessly.

I panicked at her assumption. “No, no, no, no. We are not a couple—not even--. Miss James.” I shoved out my hand hoping she and I would both forget my stuttering. Great first impression.

She reluctantly met my hand. “Okay, I see well if you both come this way, we can get you started. There is quite a lot to do due to Mr Fischer’s declining health. You will both be responsible for sorting through the different files; making sure, if an account is prepared, it is filed away, and if it’s not, it is highlighted to be looked at.” Eames’ and I’s mouths ached from the smiles we were forcing towards Little Miss Big Boobs.

But we both righted our faces to make it seem like we were focused on the 'challenging' task rather than admitting this kind of work was trivial compared to our own jobs. We placed our bags down, took the exaggerated lapel badges handed to us, and began to quickly complete our task. We had previously discussed that we would complete the task first, not wanting to have hindered the Fischer empire any more than we were already going to, then go about our snooping.

I opened my first file, quickly read it, then assigned it it’s place. I’d always had a mind that worked faster than most. Arthur used to joke that my projections run rather than walk. This meant general schoolwork had seemed mundane to me when I was a child. Kids can be cruel to the kid who always finishes first. No one likes a show off.

After I had read my 10th file in less than 5 minutes, I noticed Eames was gesturing and mouthing something towards me.

‘SLOW DOWN’ Ah I forgot. Don’t draw attention to yourself.

My job here wasn’t exactly defined, by Fischer or Eames.

Eames trailed Browning like a shadow, subtly mimicking every move in a sort of dress rehearsal. I tracked him with my gaze, in awe at his skill. Partially because his skill was slick enough to pass between everyone’s tired eyes.

All at once, a commotion began around my section. Some balshy intern had decided to push Browning for an answer on question he didn’t want to hear. He went on to sarcastically suggest that the intern should bring the question to Maurice himself. He strutted away and drove open the large double doors that blanketed the room. When the oak parted I found myself moving away from my corner to peek into the scene revealed.

Maurice Fischer lay on his hospital bed surrounded by equipment which stood in contrast to the dark interior that sat around them. Browning walked through and instead of approaching Fischer senior; he made his way to the window where a man stood. His back was to me, but his figure was distinguished. My feet edged me forward a little more.

“Argghh” Maurice flailed out his arms. In his frenzy, he had knocked down a picture from his bedside. The man turned at the noise and it was there I saw the face I had longed to see. Robert Fischer.

He moved to pick up the picture with a sort of meekness. And as he looked up to his father there was a sense of shame there. As if he was once again the height of a young boy. He rose, broken picture scarring his hand. I see Browning and Fischer exchange words. I inch forward more so that my frame centres in the doorway. Suddenly…

“Mr Browning, I have some—” CRASH.

The balshy intern from before slams into my shoulder and knocks me onto the floor. Papers fly everywhere and I audibly wince when my knees come in contact with the hardwood floor. Shit.

I compose myself, trying not to consider how obvious I just made myself. As I slide my pages back together, 2 more hands join my own. I stop in my tracks, registering the person before me. I reluctantly look up and fall into a pool of blue.

“Are you okay?” I sharply intake.

He studies my face as I fail to speak. When I see him poised for an answer, my brain snaps back.

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*Robert’s pov*

“I put it there.” My finger drags down the cracked memory. “He didn’t even notice.”

My thoughts are overtaken when a loud crash reverberates throughout the room. My head snaps up, annoyed at the offending noise, but when I look up, I am overcome. I see a girl on the floor struggling to clean up her mess. I rush to her aid, glaring at the man who had knocked her down. As I passed him, I gently stated,

“You’re fired.” He goes to argue but retreats back into the office.

I kneel in front of her rushed attempt at clearing up and chuckle at how she had just seemed to make more mess in her haste.

“Are you okay?” She met my eyes and my breath caught as I fully took her in. She was beautiful.

Minute long seconds passed of us just gazing. I could have stayed there a lifetime if she let me.

“Yes, I am fine. I am so sorry about the mess; I’ll clean it up and I’d understand if you want me to leave.” I stopped her rambling by clasping her hand in mine. I then picked strands of her hair to place behind her ears to reveal more of the face she was trying to hide. Her spew of words was like music to me and what interested me even more were her little laughs between thoughts, as if apologetic for what she said.

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*your pov*

My sputtering was pathetic, but I was rendered speechless when he held my hand. I quickly retracted the offending limb to push up my glasses as if they could save me now. My thoughts were equally filled with his words but also my warnings. I had to leave and tell Eames the mistake I’d made so we could rectify it.

Together we had collected the papers into a transportable pile, and I stood up. But I braved it too quickly and found myself stumbling in my heels once again. Robert hadn’t let go of me even as I stood up, making sure I was okay. My leg which had gone numb from my position on the floor gave out and pushed me into Robert’s awaiting arms.

I let myself sink further into the perfect feeling of being in his warmth. He felt like a warm beach in the afternoon sun. But I quickly remembered my place. I jumped back in fright.

“You’re bleeding!” Robert exclaimed. As I stumbled back, he had noticed drops of blood adorning my newly scraped knee.

“Oh, it’s nothing.” I tried to placate his worry as I began to make my way to the exit.

“No, come, I’ll clean it up.” He grasped my hand and led me through his father’s room despite my protests.

“Mr Fischer, please, you are far too busy. I can sort it myself.” We had made it through another door that led into a room which was so uniquely childlike.

“Please, I’ve been looking for an excuse to leave.” He smirked at me and led me to sit down on the window seat. He went to a drawer for plasters and then another for disinfectant. He moved about the room with assuredness. He returned and lifted my leg so that it rested over his knees. I tugged down the end of my short-ish dress. He opened the disinfectant and dabbed it with cotton wool. As he went about this, I took in the room around me.

It felt busy but not cluttered. In the middle of the back wall sat a single bed with light blue cotton sheets. The sheets were decorated with multi-coloured windmills. The white bedside tables held many trinkets of a young boy. The chest of drawers was home to more pictures and framed memories. My head lifted higher, and I saw the sky painted blue and it held wooden planes that flew around the room with a freedom I believe the owner wished he had.

“This is your room, isn’t it.” I whispered.

He didn’t look up from my scar. “Yes.” He chuckled. “Not that I stay in it.”

We both laughed. “I could see you still squeezing into that.” I pointed to the neatly made bed.

“I have thought about it.” He remarked.

I braved my next words. “Or maybe you just want to sleep in a simpler time.” Our eyes met again.

I noticed a familiar picture which sat on the chest. And I realised it was the same one that rested on the window seat between us, covered by Robert’s jacket.

“Is that you and your dad?” I mentally smacked myself for such a stupid question.

“Yeah.” He spoke.

“How old are you here?” I picked up the delicate frame. I smiled at the picture of a young Robert blowing on a handmade windmill, sat in his father’s lap. I could feel the love radiating from this image. It now seemed so different to the coldness one felt in this house.

“10. The nurse said he may respond to being surrounded by happy memories. That was the happiest day of my life.” He placed his arms around me to join mine on the frame.  “I just didn’t think that it might not be one for him.” As I turned to face him, I realised how close we were. One gentle slip and our lips would touch. Each exhale was felt on the others face. “There’s something. Have we met before?”

What was I doing?!

I retreated back, freeing myself from his arms. I had to leave. Find Eames and get out of here.

“I am so sorry, but I have to go—I just—I--.” I barely even finished a sentence as I ran out, back to the office. I threw my hair in front of my face as if that would help me now. Eames, Eames, EAMES!

-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-

*Robert’s pov*

I ran back to catch her before she left. I was unsuccessful so I asked Browning. She’d left so quickly I’d never even gotten her name. But I knew I needed it.

“That intern, what’s her name?” I asked my godfather.

“I don’t know, why? Where did you just go off to?” He responded.

“I’ve had to be numb to a lot in my life, but just then I felt something.” I would see that girl again if it’s the last thing I do. "Something real."

-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-

*your pov*

Eames and I were safely in our rental car, driving back to the warehouse. Eames seemed pleased at his progress and thankfully hadn’t noticed my absence.

“I have Browning down to a T and I think he is going to be the key. If we can somehow get Robert’s own projection of Browning to—” As he prattled on, I struggled to quieten my breathing after my speedy getaway. All I could do was watch the world pass by my window, willing my mind to forget everything that just happened. How Cinderella of me.

“You, okay?” Eames looked over to me concerned.

“Yeah. I think the bad relationship with the father is the way in. Everything about that dynamic is so…broken.” I softly spoke.

“Nice. I like a good gap to sneak through.” I rolled my eyes at his childishness but also couldn’t help but laugh.

“He saw me.” I admitted.

The car came to a grinding halt. I sat cowering hearing Eames’ heavy sighs. “I’m sorry.” I managed to stumble out through my choked throat. Eames’ head hung low in his hands.

“Why?” he huffed out.

“I didn’t really have much control over it!” I argued back. This wasn’t a complete lie, in more ways than one. It had to happen. “Please don’t tell my dad, I can’t have him thinking I blew this whole case. Because I didn’t okay, because it’s fixable! You know that! Please you can help me fix it!” I was now begging Eames by scrambling at his coat to force him to look into my apologetic eyes.

“I thought you were better than that.” He spat.

“So did I.” I slumped back in my seat. A minute of silence passed. We both just stewed in it.

“I won’t tell your dad.” I let out a breath I hadn’t realised I’d been holding on to. “But-“ I gave him my entire focus. “You mustn’t get distracted. Promise?” He held his pinkie out to me. I giggled remembering fondly.

“I promise.” I finished, linking my pinkie with his and then we both kissed our thumbs together whilst making a corresponding sound.

We drove off once more. Eames satisfied in the promise he’d made me make. I was terrified that I would break it.

-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-

a/n - they've finally met!!

taglist: @jonsncws @h-l-vlovesvintage @theethy @fashionki11a @felicity1994 @bearchermer

[zuruthekitsune]

Ethereal blue irises...

So I got an inquiry from one person (warm regards if you're reading this, let me know if you like it) about whether I'll be writing stories and headcanons at some point in the future, because as Ithaqua simp there's nothing left to read. So that's about it and here it is. It may not be the idea originally intended, but it's there!

This is my first story I'm publishing, so it can be quite chaotic, however, there has to be that first time sometime!

Enjoy your reading! .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Tw: none Ship: Ithaqua x Reader (female)

IMPORTANT I am very sorry if the text contains errors but as I said English is not my native language, so the text is translated by a translator. However, I try to check to the best of my ability that the text is coherent.

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Everyone knew that matches with the Night Watch were tough because of his aggressive attitude and lack of mercy. He was cunning, quick and clever. He thought ahead, knowing almost the next move of his prey. You have often played with him before, and you have usually managed to escape. Is this a coincidence? Or did the hunter himself not want to kill you? This is most likely known to Ithaqua himself.

Another match, but this time on Leo's Memory map. You didn't like this map. Your clothing was not suited to the cold of this map. In addition, that often the other survivors liked to throw snowballs by surprise, which ended up with snow under your collar and jaws of teeth.

. . .

You ran over to the machine, which you began to decode. Your slightly reddened fingers hit the metal buttons of the machine, sending unpleasant shivers down your spine. Along with you in the match were Vera, Fiona and Frederick. The match itself promised to be a good one, and fortunately, you were not the first target of the hunter, which turned out to be Ithaqua. Vera managed to hold off the Nightwatchman long enough for 2 of the 5 machines to be done, at which point she fell. 

You saw from a distance how she was aggressively planted in a chair by Ithaqua. You didn't like watching this, particularly because you managed to get to know at least a little bit of Ithaqua himself, who doesn't seem to be, the monster he thinks he is. You saw in him a lost man with a tragic past. You managed to exchange a few sentences in the garden when he had no way of escaping from your person, but now was not the time to reflect on what kind of man Ithaqua really is. What mattered now was the match and bringing about a win or at least a draw. 

You were about to run to midfield, but you were forestalled by Fiona, so you turned back to the machine, which was already half done. In the back of your mind, you asked for the match to end quickly and with a victory for you-survivors. 

. . .

The match was slow-going, but by this time, the balance of victory had tipped in favor of the hunter. The last machine remained, but you were injured after protecting Frederick’s giving with your body. He tried to hold Ithaqua as long as he could so that you would have time to make the last machine, but you did not make it, and Frederick was put down and thus sent back to the mansion. 

You were left alone, injured and with no idea where the dungeon was, which was the only sensible solution. With caution, you began to traverse the map, asking the heavens not to meet Ithaqua, who would probably show you no mercy, because a game is a game.... And you had no hope that he would become kind to you and let you escape the dungeon. 

You finally found the dungeon, and your eyes flashed slightly, but very quickly your face grinned when you noticed Ithaqua standing by it, who was now playing with his lantern by lightly hitting it with his metal claws against the glass of his lantern, which gave off a soft, warm yellow glow. 

Instantly, your heart went up to your throat as you took a quick step backwards and dove behind the wall, causing the snow beneath your feet to crunch, making a sound loud enough for the hunter to hear.  

"Mmm? I know you're here...". Which made you hold your breath and cover your mouth with your hand because your heart was beating very fast, so in a moment of not thinking much, you took off running ahead, showing your position to the hunter, whose face showed a sly smile that was hidden under his mask. 

"Silly girl... Do you think you can escape me?". The excitement of the possibility of another 'hunt' was palpable in his words. You didn't look back but ran ahead, jumping over windows and pallets, but at one point you felt an unpleasant cold sensation that surrounded you and then suddenly pulled you back so that you hit your back against the hunter's stomach, letting out a shuddering breath. You felt fear paralyze your body as the bloody, ice axe blade dropped in front of you. It would only take one move on the part of the Night Watch to send you to your knees by painfully cutting your legs. 

"Mmm?" You heard a quiet, confused murmur from the man behind you. "It's not an everyday sight for my prey to stand still...". You didn't know what the hunter behind you was doing now. You only heard the typical sound of clothing materials rubbing against each other, which let you know of the hunter's movement behind you. 

You held your breath as you felt a hand come down on your shoulder and then tighten, forcing you to turn to face the hunter, whose ethereal blue irises bore into you as if trying to devour you, which only made your body tremble and goosebumps appear on your back.

"Why aren't you running away?" He hovered suddenly, causing you to reflexively take a step backwards in fear, forgetting the wait that was the cause of your fall and hissing in pain through the cut. You raised your gaze quickly back to the hunter, who was staring impassively at your figure with his head slightly tilted. You tried to get anything out of yourself, but no words were able to squeeze through your throat, clenched with fear, only quiet pouting and shuddering breath finding an outlet.

"Hmm... Killing you will no longer give me any pleasure.... What's the pleasure in killing an unmoved animal...?". The man's voice seemed resigned when, with a sudden quick movement, he grabbed your hand and pulled, making him hold you over his shoulder flipped like a sack of potatoes. You knew he must have been strong.... after all, he was wielding an axe with one hand.... but you didn't think a seemingly frail man could carry another person on his shoulder. Although? Your body was small and light as a feather, even to other survivors. 

 "W-Where are you taking me...? W-What do you want to do with me? Why don't you just kill me...?". You rattled off many questions to the man, but he answered none of them, so being resigned, you didn't speak but stared at the ground, hoping for a miracle that the Night Watch didn't want to play with his prey like a cat with food, but your eyes opened wider when the noise of the dungeon reached those ears. You rose slightly, supporting yourself with the hands you placed on the hunter's shoulder blade. "W-What...? Wh-Why...? W-.. Waait!". You shouted as you suddenly felt yourself falling into the black abyss, and all you could see before the blackness filled your field of vision were the hunter's ethereally blue irises and that slight... sincere smile...?

"Why did he do that...?" The question echoed in your head as you closed your eyes, only to suddenly catch your breath and open your eyes wide as you now lay on your soft bed, staring at the ceiling, analyzing the entire match and the hunter's behavior. 

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Thank you for reading!

If you have any story ideas, let me know! I'll try to put your idea into practice!

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - Jan 7th - Week 1

It’s the first SteveTony Weekly of the year!! This year, I’m gonna try to personalize the recs, and pick a favorite of the week. We’ll see how long I keep that up. As always, be sure to leave a comment/kudos if you enjoyed the fic! 

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peace bought with blood and magic by Areiton

There is a legend, older than the Citadel, about the field.

About the king who had ruled for as long as the Thousand Year War had raged. There is a legend about the king and about the one he loved, and it goes--

Note: i had so much fun with this fic, and it left me wanting to write a long version of this as an original project. 

[PODFIC] Maybe this Time by MsErmestH by Pywren

Tony’s better now. You can even say he’s superior. But all the money, alcohol, and sex can’t stop the incursions, and when his world is destroyed, he ends up on an earth ten years younger than his own.

One where Steve goes by the name of Nomad.

If there’s one thing Steve’s good at, it’s reminding him of what really matters, and maybe that makes Nomad the person Tony needs if he's going to save the universe.

Note: the way that Tony slowly begins to feel again and the way he loves Steve is everything to me. I love it. 

Love among the Hydrothermal Vents by DevilDoll

In which Namor has a thing for Steve, an octopus has a thing for Tony, and Steve and Tony eventually have a thing for each other.

Note: I’ve read this before and it’s just as amazing as the first time. Fake dating, pining, Namor in all his…Namor-ness. And the amorous octopus!!! What’s not to love. 

may the angels bow down for you by Anonymous 

He hides.

When the Demon gets loud, when He drinks His poison and tries to hurt him with His palm, or His words, or His power—he hides.

Burgundy. Oak. Shattered glass.

Note: Interesting format for this story. Interspersed with the descriptors, it gave the story a disjointed and urgent air that really worked. 

Working Late by Anonymous 

Some nights, Tony stays up late, building and rebuilding and upgrading his suits, until Steve walks into the workshop, usually already in his pajamas, and wraps his arms around Tony, kissing him until he forgets what he was doing and then dragging him to bed.

A fill for the prompt "Steve sits in Tony's lap and rides him" from last year's Community Gifts prompt list. Because there's really not enough bottom!Steve in the world.

Note: Some very lovely smut. 

The first time I met you (I already had a drawing of you) by Anonymous 

Kissing Tony was a bit like sparing, pushing and pulling and stumbling against furniture. He had no idea why a billionaire cared enough to be this strong, and it was hard to keep in mind he had to pull back his own strength.

or

Tony meets a cute artist in at a Gala event, Steve tries to get over Iron Man, and Bucky just enjoys watching his best friend be a little stupid sometimes.

Note: I love identity porn. It’s one of my favorite things in the fandom. This was a tiny slice of perfection. 

Softer Landing by Anonymous

In which there is a snowstorm, Tony has had a terrible week and Steve might be an idiot.

Note: Miscommunication and reconciliation and snowstorms. Lovely. 

****Exact Measurements Required by trilliath 

That time S.H.I.E.L.D. quartermasters accidentally put Steve's balls in a vise and it goes exactly as well as you'd expect it to. Tony promptly offers to help. Because he's helpful like that. Obviously.

Note: What I especially loved about this was Steve’s humanity and the way Tony was obsessed with him and it took him FOREVER to figure out how serious Tony actually was. 

Father and Son by Anonymous

Peter should have seen it coming.

All hell breaks loose when his secret identity as Spider-Man is revealed. His parents take the news about as well as you'd imagine, and it escalates all too quickly.

But his family wouldn't be his family if they didn't work through it.

Together.

Note: I love Superfamily dynamics, especially when it focuses on Tony and Peter, as this one does. 

opera interlude by starvels (dinosaur) 

They spend their days tumbling through space, hoping they're aiming in the right direction, ignoring the way the ship whispers, waving its shadows at them.

Note: My only thought about this is that it was too short. I loved it and wanted to read so much more. It was lovely. 

The Nearness of You by UisceOneLove 

Steve wasn't thinking when he protected Tony's protege and got a bullet for the move. He doesn't know what to think of Tony Stark showing up at his apartment, either.

Note: I loved this. It was short and sweet but the worldbuilding packed into that short little window was flawless. 

****All We Do by Anonymous 

Tony doesn't mean for anyone to find those recordings. Steve doesn't mean to see them. Between the two of them, there were never the right words spoken, so this just might be a blessing in disguise.

Note: This Endgame fic is so bittersweet and lovely. I loved everything about it. 

Crooner by wirewrappedlily 

There are songs to sing; there are feelings to feel; there are thoughts to think. That makes three things: You can't do three things at the same time.

Singing is easy: shiver off the tongue.

Thinking comes with the tune.

That leaves feeling. And you're not going to catch him feeling.

Tony Stark had a great voice. He had a magical voice, even. But he didn't have the presence for it. Didn't have the pizzazz to make it in the '20s roar.

Note: Early 1900s, with a little bit of Phantom of the Opera vibes, it was super sweet to see Tony & Steve coming together. 

like stepping on the sun by Red (S_Hylor), starksnack

When the Sorcerer Supreme asks the Avengers to go investigate a potential multiverse incursion, Tony is less than impressed. The weather is foul, and it's not even a Tuesday.

The multiverse portal, when it does occur, seems to be a bit of a fizzer, so Tony isn't expecting anything to happen.

He certainly isn't expecting an oversized fuzzy jellybean to come and meddle in his personal life.

Note: tsumtsums are often really hard to take seriously but I LOVE crack treated seriously, and it was handled perfectly! 

don't let the blue sky fade by Myrime 

It was supposed to be a mission without surprises, but then a building collapses on top of them and traps them underground.

Tony is hurt but doesn't tell anyone. Steve just wants Tony to give a damn for once. And Clint, who cannot run away from their bickering since he broke his leg, just hopes they do not kill each other before they get him out of there.

(- Since the End is almost upon us, why not return to the beginning of the Avengers, when everything was still mostly beautiful and they haven't yet hurt each other so much. Simpler times!)

Note: This was fantastic team dynamics--the relationship between Tony and Clint was especially fantastic--with a slow build Stevetony that I adored. Excellent 2012 team fic. Highly recommend. 

[myherotamademia]

And So Time Paused

Hi there! This is a request from @ilikewafflesworld I honestly fell in love with the idea of him just falling for the reader instantly, so thank you! Basically all fluff, enjoy!

Pairing: Hitoshi Shinso x Reader

WC: 1.7k

“Alright, class. We’ll be doing some basic training today. One on one.” Aizawa states, brushing his hair out of his face. 

Iida’s hand shot up, the glare of his glasses making you giggle to yourself. 

“Sir! How will we decide who is paired with who?”

“We’re drawing names. But, I do have someone that will be added to the group, so be nice.”

Everyone’s name was tossed into two different hats, waiting to be drawn by Aizawa. Two by two, the names were drawn and the pairing began.

“Midoriya and…Bakugo.” Aizawa’s eyes narrowed at the two boys, giving them a knowing stare. After what happened at Ground Beta between them, he was hesitant to let them fight again.

“I won’t kill him.” Bakugo rolled his eyes, tapping his feet impatiently as Midoriya let out a sigh of relief.

Noticing that you were the last to be drawn, you realized you’d have no partner. Before you could raise your hand the door slid open rather harshly.

“This is Shinso, he’ll be your partner.” Aizawa addressed you when he noticed your confusion. You gave a little nod before extending your hand out to the boy, but he refused to take it. He even refused to look at you, but you could see he looked tired. Drained even. You knew everyone in class 2-A and you never saw him, so you had no idea where he came from. Giving a little shrug, you turned back to Aizawa who continued to go over the rules of the training. 

“...and no severely injuring. That means you, Bakugo.” Bakugo scoffed in response, but listened regardless.

Once Aizawa went over the rules, you all slipped into your hero uniforms and followed him to Ground Beta. It hadn’t been long since Bakugo and Midoriya had their “sparring” match and the outcome of it was still everywhere. Glass and pieces of rubble littered the ground, grinding into your boots. Barely anyone knew the true extent of your quirk, let alone the boy you were about to fight and you were slightly nervous to. Acquiring someone’s quirk just by giving them a light touch was risky, but it’s what you were born with and you had to put it to use in order to pass.

“You two first.” Aizawa pointed at you and Shinso, who was fixing his scarf.

Suddenly you noticed how similar his hero outfit was to Aizawa’s. 

“If he has a scarf, he must not be very good at hand to hand combat.” You thought to yourself.

As you began getting ready, Shinso finally looked up and met your eyes. They immediately widened when he stared at you.

“No fucking way.” Shinso whispered to himself, but you could still hear it. While it peaked your interest, you were here for a reason, and one reason only—kick his ass. 

“...1. Start!” Aizawa rolled his eyes, but made sure to keep his eyes on his students.

Before Shinso could notice, you had made it across the field in a split second. Was your quirk super speed like Iida? No. He just wasn’t paying attention. Trying to shake away the thoughts of you racing through his head, he tried to capture you with the scarf. Knowing exactly how Aizawa used his scarf gave you an advantage, allowing you to grab it and pull as hard as you could.

“Woah!” Shinso was knocked off balance when you tugged, causing him to nearly fall. Diverting your attention from his balance, you jumped behind him and managed to give a small tap. A sudden feeling of electricity shot through your body and your brain had suddenly gone fuzzy for a moment before returning to normal.

You could see your classmates from the sideline, Midoriya mouthing the words, “don’t talk to him” to you. With a raised eyebrow, you quickly turned to Shinso who was dusting himself off.

“You’re faster than I expected.” He stated, waiting for you to talk to him.

You felt the need to, and you didn’t know why but kept your mouth shut regardless. Watching Shinso take a step toward you before he had shot his scarf forward, you rolled underneath it. His gaze widened as you dodged him.

“You’re a lot more agile than expected.” 

“She’s gorgeous.”

His prodding at your abilities slightly upset you but you knew it was just to get you to talk. Dodging him would get you nowhere the more you thought about it so you allowed him to grab you. A few groans came from your classmates at your capture, but the only one who knew what you were doing was Midoriya. The closer you were pulled to Shinso, the more your features came into his vision.

He gazed directly into your eyes, completely entranced. His attention completely diverted to you, his grip loosened a little. Shinso had completely forgotten about the current fight going on between you two and just noticed all of your little features. From every strand of hair sticking out, to how soft your lips looked. It wasn’t a romance movie, but damn he sure hoped it was, because he could kiss you right there and then if it were. Except that’s not what he got. 

Why would Midoriya not let you talk? Why did your brain feel like it had static electricity going through it as soon as you touched him? Narrowing your eyes, you had figured it out.

“Are you going to keep staring at me or fight me, rookie?” You taunted Shinso.

“Wha-?” Before he could finish his sentence, his eyes went blank and his scarf dropped, leaving you back on your feet.

You let out a little giggle, waving your hand in front of his face while he stood still. Aizawa sighed, looking at you.

“Just finish this.”

Shrugging a little, you spun and roundhouse kicked him, knocking him out. 

“You could’ve just told him to tap out!” Iida was yelling at you, completely shocked.

“Too much?” You looked toward your teacher, who had raised eyebrows but didn’t say anything about it.

“Take him to Recovery Girl, please.”

With a nod, you scooped him up with a soft groan, carrying him inside the school.

“Holy fuck, you’re heavy. What the hell?” While talking to yourself, that’s when you noticed his muscles. You hadn’t exactly had time to look him up and down during the fight like this, only a quick glance to get an idea of how he fought. Even given your strength, he still had you stumbling to Recovery GIrl’s office.

“Hi, deari-, oh. Oh my.” Recovery Girl had you set Shinso down on a bed before giving him a large kiss on the cheek.

Shisno stirred on the bed slightly, but stayed unconscious. Biting at your lips, you plopped down in a chair beside his bed.

“Shouldn’t you get back to class?” Recovery Girl asked you.

“I should, yeah. But, I was the one who K.O.’d him, I thought I should be here when he wakes up.” 

In reality, you just wanted to be here when he wakes up to get to know him, albeit he might have a bit of trouble answering whatever you asked. Time ticked by as Aizawa took a glance at his watch. Knowing you, he thought you had probably just stay back with him. The clock seemed to be going at a snail’s pace to you, yet it had been hours and Shinso was still asleep.

Leaning on your hand, you closed your eyes and tried to just listen to the birds outside to pass time. Before you could fall asleep, a little cough came from your left side.

“Shinso?” You turned your head to him quickly, watching him stir.

Colors came into his view slowly as he opened his eyes and blinked rapidly.

“H-Huh?” 

“Hey. Are you okay?” You were slightly concerned about him, until he sat up and shook off the affects of Recovery Girl’s quirk. 

“Yeah, just tired. Who won?”

“Uh…me. You kinda just blanked out and then I-” You made a slight gesture to signal you knocked him out.

It was like time was in slow motion when he looked at you. The sparkle of your eyes when you talked about your victory, down to how soft your lips looked. If he could just-.

“...aaaand yeah, I won.” You finished rambling on about how you were victorious and finally noticed how he stared at you. 

You saw his tired eyes soften when he stared at you and comfortable silence came between you two. 

“ I’m sorry, you’re just so-.” Shinso started.

With a raised eyebrow, you urged him to continue. It was like his head had gone blank when you looked at him. But, he couldn’t help being stunned by your beauty. The way the sunset began shining on your skin through the windows had him melting. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like to run his hands along you while he would hold you close to him. He couldn’t help but feel like something should happen between the two of you, even though it had barely been a day.

“You’re just so fucking beautiful.” He uttered. 

Face now hot, you let out a small giggle before thanking him.

“Not too bad yourself, Shinso.”

He loved the way his name sounded coming out of your mouth and he wants to hear it endlessly. He wished he could record you saying it and play it on repeat, your voice was lovely to him. 

“Hitoshi.”

“Hm?” 

“Call me Hitoshi.” Shinso stated.

“O-Oh, well, thank you…Hitoshi.”

His eyes could roll back into his head with the way you said his name. It was so soft, so delicate, so you.

“I’d say getting knocked out just before a first date is a first for me.” He rubbed the back of his head a bit, hissing.

“I said I’m sorr-. Wait, what?”

With a smirk, he leaned back on his hands. Your body language gave it away almost immediately when you first talked when he woke up that you were interested in him.

“How’s Saturday sound?”

“U-Um, yeah. That sounds good.” Your heart was suddenly racing. Did he know you thought he was attractive? No, you literally just met.

“Good, now apologize to Mr. Aizawa for knocking his favorite out.”

“Favorite!? Excuse you, you are not-!” Before you could finish your objection, he had waved you away with a playful chuckle. 

You gave a slight eye roll before leaving the room, closing the door to Recovery Girl’s office and letting out a deep breath. A sudden giddy feeling came over you, making you jump up and down as if you were a child who got their favorite candy. You smiled to yourself, clutching at your chest.

“Hitoshi.” 

[catofadifferentcolor]

Terrible Fic Idea #72: Game of Thrones, but make it rags to riches

For all being a bastard in Westeros is not ideal, being the acknowledged natural son of the Warden of the North is a pretty good life. Sure, your food and clothing may not be as good as your trueborn siblings and your stepmother may hate you, but it could very easily be worse. As with many things, the wealth gap makes a difference here too.

So naturally I thought: why not take that all away? Or: What if a female Jon Snow was raised by her mother's maid?

Aka: The People's Queen Fic

Just imagine it:

Lyanna is just that much more stubborn than canon. She manages to grin and bear it through the first few hours of labor, giving no sign to her captors she's about to give birth. She calls for her maid - Myria Sand, a Dornish woman only a few months older than herself - only when the urge to push becomes too much.

She gives birth in silence to a daughter, biting back all her screams until her lips and tongue are bloody. Even if it wasn't clear Lyanna had lost too much blood, she wants better than what Rhaegar had planned for the babe. Lyanna urges her maid to take the child and escape.

Ned arrives at the Tower of Joy to find the remaining Kingsguard burying his sister. Thinking they killed her to hide their prince's secret, he flies into such a rage his bannermen would later say it was as if the spirit of Brandon overtook him. He takes his sister's bones north without ever learning of the child she carried.

Meanwhile, Myria gets as far from the Tower of Joy as possible. She has no idea who the lady in the tower was, only that she was being held against her will and her captors called her Lya. She names Lya's daughter Lynesse, thinking the names are similar enough to honor the woman she barely knew, but who gave everything to protect her child, and eventually finds her way to Oldtown.

Myria takes up service at the Scribe's Hearth and raises Lynesse as her own. It's a hard life, but it's loving, and several of the apprentices dote on little Lynesse, passing her sweets and teaching her to read and draw and do sums.

One of those apprentices is another Dornish bastard, Olyvar - a man a little older than Myria whose father, Nymor Lyons, is a minor lord sworn to House Uller - who has earned six iron links studying bladesmithing. He ends up leaving the Citadel to become a swordsmith in Oldtown and marries Myria in the middle of the Greyjoy Rebellion. He never treats Lynesse as anything other than his own.

Life gets a little less hard after that, but it's still hard work. Lynesse helps as she can as she grows older, but in the end its her drawings - including beautiful, functional designs for hilts - that end up getting attention, especially after her stepfather starts incorporating them into his work.

Meanwhile, canon proceeds apace elsewhere. Jon Arryn dies, Ned Stark is beheaded, the War of Five Kings rages. Prince Oberyn is killed by the Mountain... and Olyvar's father, who was part of Oberyn's retinue, tries to kill the Mountain in revenge. This goes poorly, leaving Olyvar's aging grandfather, Lord Lyons, without an heir. Lacking other options, he recalls Olyvar home and starts training him for the position.

Olyvar is not a bad student, merely disinterested in things that aren't swords. Lynesse, however, eagerly soaks up everything that her grandfather has to teach - though her main interest will always be in drawing and sculpture.

After a few month's preparation, Olyvar and his family are presented to Prince Doran. It is a Cinderella moment without a glass slipper.

Doran takes one look at Lynesse, sees Stark, and the wheels in his head start turning so fast they smoke.

His son Quentyn takes one look at Lynesse and falls into immediate lust, but is gentlemen enough to realize that his attentions make her uncomfortable and so leaves off his flirtations fairly quickly. They end up falling into a conversation about blade design through the known world - and, somewhat amazingly given their backgrounds, end the event as friends.

Doran encourages Quentyn's friendship with Lynesse and suggests to Lord Lyons that his granddaughter might benefit from time spent in the Lady Myrcella's retinue. Meanwhile, Doran has his agents start researching Lynesse's background - and what he finds surpasses his wildest dreams.

But while that plays out, the War of Five Kings continues. It's less major battle and more general chaos, with rule of law stretching only so far as each local lord cares to hold it. Dorne is an island of peace amid the storm and is waiting for the moment Daenerys makes landfall.

No one is more surprised than Quentyn when he's told to go to Dragonstone and present Lynesse as the queen's niece - except for perhaps Lynesse herself. Daenerys is suspicious at first, but the evidence is convincing - and, more importantly, a female relative is less threatening to her claim to the throne and thus can be safely considered family. Once they get over the awkwardness, they become fast friends.

Daenerys carries out her reconquest of Westeros and is eventually crowned Queen. Lynesse remains her heir until such time as she has children of her own... which seems less and less likely as time goes on.

When Dany dies in her 40s after a riding accident, Lynesse is crowned queen of the Seven Kingdoms. She is, perhaps not as powerful a ruler as Dany, but she is competent and fair and aware of her own limitations, and surrounds herself with good advisors. The commonfolk adore her, and for this and her childhood she is often called The People's Queen.

Bonuses include: 1) A slow burn romance between Quentyn and Lynesse. This should characterized by immediate lust on Quentyn's part which turns into genuine love and affection as he gets to know Lynesse over the course of two or three years. His attentions should make Lynesse uncomfortable from the start, but his efforts not to pressure her are a pleasant change after years of being a nothing more than a pretty bastard. Her feelings for Quentyn grow slowly, and its not until Dany suggests she marry Willas Tyrell to secure the Reach that Lynesse realizes she's in love with her best friend; 2) A lot of emphasis on what it's like to grow up as one of the common folk, without the advantages being a lord's bastard might grant. This should continue to a lesser degree after Myria and Olyvar marry, but still be a lingering presence in the back of Lynesse's mind well into Dany's reconquest; 3) Swords. Just everything there is to know about bladesmithing, complete with Olyver's attempts to recreate Valyerian steel. He never quite succeeds even with access to dragons, but comes up with a variant of Toledo steel during the reconquest (called Lyons steel) that makes his house very wealthy; and 4) Lynesse always considering Myria and Olyvar her true parents, and honoring them above all others.

And that's all I have. As always, feel free to adopt this bun, just link back to me if you do.

Other Jon Snow Headcanons: Aelor the Accursed | Aegon the Adopted | Aegon the Undying | Aegon the Unyielding | Aemon the Adventurous | Baelor the Brave | Bastard of Winterfell | Daemon the Destroyer | Daena the Dreamer | Daeron the Desired | Dyanna the Defiant | Elia the Magnificent | Jon the Fair | Jon Whitefyre | King of the Ashes | Lady Arryn | Lady Baratheon | Lady Lannister | Lady Stark | Lord of the Dance | Maekar the Maester | People's Queen | Prince Consort | Prince of Summerhall | Queen Mother | Queen of Nightingales | Red Queen | Rhaegar the Righteous | River Queen | Shiera Snowbird | Visneya the Victorious | Wolf Queen

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Thicker Then Water Final

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Summary: being a vampire is not what youd expected. There are odd instincts and strange protocls you adhere to. But one thing remains an issue, diet. Sherlock decides enough is enough, if you cannot stomach the donations then you will live feed.

Warnings: vampire au, feeding, coercion, gore?, fluff, swearing and poorly written vampire lore😅

A/N: here is the final chapter! Woohoo! Im glad i got this finished for Halloween, that was my goal. So yay! Anyway i have enjoyed writing this and am happy with how it turned out. I hope you all enjoyed this little fic!

The last few weeks had been the strangest and most euphoric of your life being with sherlock and the boys was just? Something else. You were complete. There had been a mundane emptiness in your mortal life. Worry, money, health, bills, food everything was just so? Fucked up! You hadnt realised how inconvenient makeing food was or just how much your period impacted your entire life, not just that one painfull week. It was insane but you felt like you could live your life properly. The vampirism had freed you from a very constricted human life.

Thats not so say adjusting was a walk in the park though. You still did daily human things, watching and fretting over the news. Sometimes you forgot what you were and made a coffee only to curse and tip it in the sink going into a rage swearing the house down before curling into sherlock after having the man eye you sternly. You quickly aplogized and sulked about how yoh didnt meant to be so ratty. But it never lasted long, hushed words and gentle kisses always helped perk you up. And sex. Yeah sex helped alot, youd be a liar if you said you hadnt faked a few tantrums to get some tough lovin'

And sure the diet was still shit, the others still insisted that it would get better. They tried to use mikey as an example but the boy was only three weeks ahead of you and still joined you at the sink spitting out blood occasionally. Sometimes you just couldn't force it sdown and you seemed to set one another off. He'd mention it was salty, then you would notice it, then hed get up heaving spitting it into the sink and you'd be right on his heels doing the same.

And you did miss the sun. Not that you never saw it, saw it from inside. The uv protective glass letting you admire the huge star. But then you fell asleep after a few moments of sunrise, it was the type of sleep anesthesia gave you. A blanket suddenly smothering you and then nothing. You fought it, each night... day? You were like a child wanting to stay up later with everyone else. But you failed each day time passing out. Only to wake the next night curled up in sherlocks daybed with him drawing light patterns across your skin as he read what ever book had captured his interest.

But there were other unexpected changes to being a vampire. Random embarrassing vampire quirks, and they were pissing you off now. Your fangs dropping randomly, the sniffing and scenting, growling and purring even some ridiculous possessive. It was just so wierd, the others found it sweet as you began falling to instinctive behaviour.

You roughhoused with mikey and clark who were both young enough to give in to almost pack like playfulness. You'd hiss and pounce at them nipping one another as if learning your own strength and bite pressure. Youd been embarrassed at first as you squabbled and tussled with them like a child. But sherlock was quick to sooth you, explaining it was all part of the change. It was a natural process just like many other predators you were learning through play fighting.

The worst part of your new instincts revolved around sherlock himself though. You'd randomly get protective over him a rush of fierce anger and indignation would wash over you if the others got too close to him. Youd race over putting yourself between him and who ever was. Bareing tiny newborn fangs at them.

You felt so proud when youd made sy back away when he moved to fast around sherlock. Youd climb onto sherlocks lap almost too fast for you to even realise you had moved. Youd sat on sherlocks thighs crushing the new paper hed been reading not that he cared. His heart swelt as you gave into the protective pull. You glowered up at sy snarling savagely rising slightly as he blinked down at you smirking scoffing at you muttering how cute you were comparing you to a puffed up pomeranian small and feral

You slumped feeling a little pathetic, disappointed that you hadnt scared him. A wave of sadness washed over you. How were you going to defend your maker when you cant even scare a single lone vampire off! You flicked your gaze beack up. And grinned excited as Sy paled and backed off quickly retracing his steps and retreating. You spun to your mate proud as punch, beaming up at him

"Did'ja see that!? I made him run off! I did it, i did it!" Sherlock wrapped his arms around you tugging you close not willing to tell you it had been he who'd frightened sy off, bareing his own fangs at the boy releasing a growl you felt rather then heard. Eyes glowing and pupils lengthening to slits warning sy off.

"I did see, your becoming a fearsome little fledgling already. I will have to watch my back, soon you'll be challenging me for the top spot" he hummed laughing softly nuzzlung you sweetly soaking in your scent.

Sherlock would never let you know who sy had actually retreated from. He'd never break your little heart like that. He wanted you to become confident in yourself, you had to believe in yourself and your new abilities. Find your feet and trust in the change,not just accept your new outlook and little quirks but hone them, thrive even. Over the years sherlock had found that a fledgling that was confident and proud of themselves and their achievements accepted their change quicker. Self esteem was important, it helped avoid morbid thoughts and resentment.

And you were certainly a little firecracker, having already nipped august and walter when they had been too careless with their words. Youd drawn blood on both occasions, and felt absolutely terrible afterwards. Youd cried some5hing fierce upset youd attacked them. But it was natural, they had unknowingly challenged you and youd whipped them into place. You were the alpha female, second in command despite being newly turned.

August and walter hadnt minded much, infact they both felt a tad sheepish afterwards. They had forgotten themselves and paid the price, it didnt help that after youd succumb to your slumber that day sherlock had made a spectacle of them infront of their brothers chastising the both of them. It had felt like turning the clock back as he upended one and then the other making them both retreat to their rooms afterwards feeling sorry for themselves and embarrassed.

"What is going on?" You asked peaking out from the games room as you heard scuffling in the hall. Napoleon and august froze on the spot quickly trying to cover the third person with them. A sniffling shaking human that stunk of acidic urine who was pleading in half sobs, a bag over his head.

"O-oh shit" August grunted looking like a deer caught in some headlights. Leon glanced from you to his brother and then back to you, words failing him. You crept out of the games room fully to face the trio. You scrunched your nose sniffing the air once before shaking your head at the stench.

"August? Leon? Whats going on? You know how sherlock feels about this whole... role play thing in the house" you uttered recitin one of the unofficial rules pf the nest. No human sex-capades or role play fantasies within the home. Especially not with fledglings in the house. One drop aof blood and you and mikey could go apeshit... perhaps not this mortal though? He smelt of piss and panic. Salt, sweat grime. Ew.

"Its not roleplay-i do not roleplay with men;agh fuck! LEON?!" August quickly grunted, seemingly insulted you thought he'd be into those kind of extracurricular activities with his own sex. He was cut of with a swift punch to the gut, leon had spun and stuck him true. They gleared at one another, august snarling makeing to retaliate but you stopped him by speaking up.

"Not role play? August? That human has a bag over his head!" You exclaimed waving a hand to the dank human in a 'what the fuck?' Motion. Because what the fuck?

"He is a gift!" Leon huffed and gave a rough sco.ding shake to his bagged charge as his knees almost gave out under him. You blinked perplexed by the statment. August sent a sharp loo, to leon but sighed nodding in agreement. You got the feeling you werent supposed to have been told about this 'gift'.

"A gift? For who?" You asked flic,ing your eyes from one assassin to the other. They shrunk under your gaze for a moment, deliberating whether to reveal just who was receiveing such an odd gift. Finally they seemed to agree and both looked at you.

"You Mother" the two words confused you. They were giving you a human? To do what? A pet? Do vampires have pet human? You hadnt heard about it before? Perhaps you were deemed old enough to get introduced to the darker side of vampire life.

You shook your head frowni g at them and shifted on your feet not con ecting the dots. Just as you gave up and made to ask sherlocks voice called out from a doorway you swore had never been there.

"Boys? Oh good you found him! Brilliant; this way, take him down into the crypt" sherlock said in a chipper tone. But despite his s,ile here was so thing else? A chill in his gleeful words. Ice in his eyes that burned, stinging and swift. Leon and august both quickly shuffled into the doorway, managing to squeeze through woth the human tucked between them. You sworethere were faint aplogetic whines from them as they passed their maker.

"Crypt? We have a crypt? What crypt; Wait sherlock? Do you know about this gift?" You questioned stretchingnonto yourmtippy toes trying to follow where leon and august had just dragged the unfortunate human. Sherlock tipped his head to you before capturing you in his arms, pulling you to his chest when you tri÷d to sweep past him. You grunted and swerved, now far to intrigued to let this go. You had a fucking crypt! Maybe it was spooky with candles and coffins!

Your mind wandered, conjuring scenes with armands nest from invterview with a vampire. Sherlock chuckled at your excitment thrumming through the bond. But quickly spun you and rested his chin on your crown amused when you whined. You hated that, it was a short thing apparently. He coiled his arms around ou and began slowly letting you follow his sons into the crypt.

"Yes love. Well no, we dont have a crypt persay, but we do have a concrete vampire proof safe room incase anything unfortunate happes. But mostly it has been used as a time out. Its just a room thats stong and easy to clean." He spoke with amusement as you grunted and tugged him along with determined steps, making your way down the once concealed hallway.

"But yes i did arrange for a little present for you." Sherlock finalised. Before halting you, weaving arohnd you and pressed a neavy hand on your shoulder squeezing once and then tentered the room where the human was nos sbdued. A large manacle on each writst weighingnthem down, each one connedted to the floor with a few yards of chain.

You hovered by the door for a moment. The room was plain. Cpncret walls and floors a simple spotlight in the center illuminating the space in a dark orange glow. Ou ould make out the slight tilt to the floor, a grate covered drain in the center below the humans feet. It was like a big sink, designes to let everything find the drain. You shuddered for a moment there was only one thing meant to be drained away in this room.

Sherlock strode in like he owned the place. But the again he did so no surprises there. Both leon and august moved back from the human as sherlock prowled around him. Making his shoes grind on the floor with a slight twist. His grin darkened as the human began sobbing in earnest shaking and twitching, turni g his head trying to follow sherlocks movements.

Your mate finally came to a halt before the human and glared at him sinisterly. And then he beckoned you raising a hand, palm up waiting foryou to enter the room. You felt both leon and augusts eyes on you, their excitement growing. Sherlock pivoted his head to you and then spoke softly.

"Come my love, dont be so aprihensive. This is a gift. For you. I know how hard it is to feed from livestock and I want you to be healthy and well fed." You crossed the space between you and held his hand tightly. He squeezed it reassuringly before be8nging your hand to his lips kissing it gently.

"So today we start your vein feeding"

"really? so soon" you asked quietly, bearly whispering. Your stomach dropped and suddenly you were tense. There was something dark about this. Sherlock wasntmyour sweet lovable mate. Since entering this room he had become your master, your maker, a predator and more frightening then anything you had ever seen in your life.

"It easier when you hate the human. You have less guilt if you accidentally kill.You need to learn to feed from the vein eventually, this is the easiest way" sherlock explained sharply, cleary letting you know he expected you to obey him in this, this was serious business.

"I... i cant i dont think;" your throat tightened as you vocalised your defiance. Your chest hurt, it was unnatural to go against your maker. Your eyes teared, red blurring your vision and you shook your head glancing at your mate lleading with him silently. You wasnt ready for this.

"Love, im afraid you must. Its something we all must master, feeding and handling human frailty. And the bagged supply isnt as healthy for us. You are falling behind, soon you will become ill we must act now prevention is better than cure" sherlock insisted softly, cooing at you making sire to be gentle but firm. You were going to have this lesson today. Here and now because he will be damned if you let yourself waste.

Though he was pleased with your progress in other areas you were under nourished, you were failing to feed as much as you needed to, and were a few weeks behind in development. You should be strong enough to sprout your secondary fangs and a few pin teeth by now! But your weren't even close. It unsettled him. You need to vein feed, higher nutrition in a smaller amount. And he couldnt very well bring in some human livestock and pay out a hefty insurance for an accident and be black listed. It just wasnt worth the risk right now. So hopefully this will.

"But what if?" You began questioning sherlock,peering up at him but he hushed you quickly.

"If he dies he dies. Come lets see what our boys have brought you" sherlock uttered rubing his hands up and down your biceps, holding you infront of him.

"Mother here he is!" August announced and tugged the bag from the humans head revealing your gift. You froze, gasping as you took in the sight. You felt sick to your stomach, quivering and tried backing away but sherlock hushed you, coaxing you to take some calming breaths as he blocked your escape. He will not let you run from this mortal, you ahd no reason to fear.

"Tada! The one who caused you such pain" August finished and slapped the him on the back drawing a yelp from him. You bearly heard the vampires gloating. Your entire being was transfixed on watching your tormentor as he blinked rapidly still sobbing whilst trying to adjust to the light.

"He can pop your vein cherry so to speak, or if you dont want to puncture him i have these new interesting figit spinner knives;" leon began getting excited and was about to launch into how you could slice and dice to get the best out of your prey.

"Leon" sherlocks voice was nothing but a rasp, a gravely threat echojng off the barren walls. He stepped around you slightly dropping his hands from you entirely and stood tall befor Leon with a stern look.

"Sorry father, i got excited" leon had the decancy to look sheepish and ducked his head away from his fathers gaze. Sherlock eyed him for a moment before sighing.

"Yes well im beginning her lesson. August, i will call you and walter down to clean up once we are done" both august and leon took that as their cue to leave and inched past you, each placing a kiss to your cheek wishing you a happy feed. And just like that it was you sherlock and the terrified mortal.

A few moments of silence fell over the room, the harsh breaths of your would be victim seemed to become the backing track to you and your makers stareing contest. You hadnt been aware you were challenging him at first. You were at a loss. You didnt want to feed from a mortal yet. Certainly not this one!

Sherlock hovered and his eyes narrowed, head tiping forward you could practically hear him 'What do you think you are doing?' Finally you looked away unable to endure his unwavering stare. Your fingers twisted your top nervously and you made a point to knaw at your lip glancing around the room avoiding eyeing both your lover and the whimpring man in chains.

"My love i wanted to take the pressure off. You dont have to be worried about ending his life. Because if you kill him during a feed it will be one hundred times kinder then what death i have planned for him. slow, painfull as he deserves for ever hurting you. No one survives attacking my heart" sherlock reasoned, trying to make you come arohnd to his way of thinking. You wanted 5o argue, but there was never any arguing with sherlock. Especially when he was in this dominant kind of mood. You hadnt seen him this extreme before, but you knew when he would budge. And now was not the time.

You nodded to your mate in a reluctant acceptance. The sooner you faced this the better? It might not be that bad. Bite suck

Leave right? What happened dow here after you fed wasnt your business. If sherlock killed him the it was a natural death right? A predator ending his prey. Thats how the food chain worked. You inched closer to your maker finding yourself agreeingnto give this vein feed a try. It was the least you could do after august and leon had hand delivered your meal. It was like just eat! In a morbid kind of way.

"Ana! oh My god your alive!?" The spell was broken as the male finally recognized you as you stepped closer.

"God ive been so worried! We were looking but never; the vampires? Everyone assumed you were dead!" His words were desperate, lies dripping with a panic that so ehow felt relieved. Like he now bthought yoh wouldnt dare let anything happen to him. That you were obligated to protect him despite all he had done?

But then again if you were mortal you probably would vouch for him. Feel some sense of responsibility for him because your were kin. Mortal. Human, that being the same species placed some kind of responsibility on you?

It was an odd realisation. That your humanity had somewhat vanished in that respect. Were you scared? Of course, did you fear your violent nature? Yes. But your fear wasnt about the act, or worry for your would be victim. No your aprihension was somthing more selfish. You feared youd cross a line and become a monster driven only by hunger and greed. You feared making yourself a murderer. You did not fear the act of killing, or the consequences.

"Ana? Ana where? Your here? Youve been here all this time right? They thought you were dead! But your here! You can! Ana please! You gotta help me out here... ana?" The hope in hos words was tangible, you could feel the desperation and pleading undertone in every hushed syllable. It made your stomach churn. Yet sherlocks grin widened, his fangs clearly elongated from the excitement. He looked frightful.

"Why are you just standing there!? Help me! Talk to them! Tell them this is a mistake! Your close to them; friends even!" Anger seeped into the male as his panic rose. Yet you watched on, trying to figure out how to avoid this mess. Not just to escape live feeding, but also to avoid this particular reality.

You could ignore what youd become all the while drinking from blood bags and coffee cups. But this? This was something no one could mistake. It was a hurdle, possibly the final one to solidify your acceptance. You were not human anymore. You were a vampire, a predator, a killer. And tonight it seems was your night to prove it to yourself and make peace with it.

"Ana? Wait... ana... whats wrong? You look different." You hissed through your teeth as sherlock slowly crept closer to you, coaxing you forward so the once cruel now pitiful mortal could see you properly.

"Oh... oh god, oh god no! No! NO ANA NO, PLEASE NOOO!?" The penny finally dropped and he began to scream once more, louder and shrill. He had realised he was beouht here to endure a fledglings feed. And wouldnt make it out.

You whined, shivering and shook your head, hands snapping over your ears as the man youd once cowered from screeched high enough to hurt your sensitive ears. Your ear drums threatening to burst.

Sherlock snarled as he saw and felt your discomfort. The terrifying sound echoed off the barren chamber walls and he lunged hands gripping the human startling him into silence. Whimpers and harsh yet quiet breaths drowned out everything around you. Sherlock left you to clm down, feeling the way you eased again. Clearly uncomfortable about what must be done but like all obedient feldglings you were willing.

"Here my sweet child. The first lesson, you grip here. The hair at the base of the scull" sherlock called you closer, lulling you as he did so. His hands were frim on the mortal, controlling his head and neck with one well placed fist in the hair. His words captrued your attention and you lowered your hands to your sides slowly.

"Normally youd caress gently, coo soft reassuring words. But we dont need to be as delicate with this prey now do we?" You nodded absentmindedly agreeing with sherlock. This human was undeserving of any mercy. Thats what sherlock felt, and honestly youd be lying if you didnt admit to thinking this was somehow karma? But you realistically youknew it wasnt karma. Your confusing rage and conflicting though were from revenge.

"Come, its fine he wont harm you. He is small, weak. Insignificant. He has no power over you anymore love. You are stronger then he will ever dream to be." Your mates coaxing was topped with subtle command. You couldnt find it in you to refuse him. Your feet carried you closer and finally you stood beside your lover warily, shifting on your feet eyes seeking out his willing him to let you leave this lesson for another day. But the pleading gazr did nothing to sherlock. He had slipped into another head space. For the time being you were not his heart, you were his child, his weakened fledgling that bordered being malnourished. And you will obey him, come hell or high water you will feed properly tonight.Thats not to say he will be a brute about it.

"Its okay my love. See hold here, see how you can twist his head around, side to side, front to back? You can choose your side" his voice was calm, soft but somehow still firm. He directed you gently pulling your hand to the quivering humans hair and perssing you to latch on with a tight fist tangling into the strands.

You moved you hand slowly, testing out your grip. Twisting your victims head this way and that. And then stopped grunting as the thundering vein on the column of his throat caght your atention. The blood pumping furiously below the thin skin capturing you in a trance.

"Ah, i see your instincts are awakening. And youve choseen the correct side. The right side is always better full of oxygen rich blood, it has the most nutrients. High in iron, exactly what a new little fledgling needs" he announced, excitment bubbled inside of you from the praise, you smiled at him casting your lover a glance. Sherlocks hand moved towards your victim and before you knew what you were doing youd snarled at your maker ferociously, warning him to back off whislt suddenly jerking your meals head to the left and tried to bite.

But for all the speed you instincts gave you sherlock was older and faster. His hand captured your jaw with frighteneing precision and held you still a breath away from the violent thudding vein. He moved another hand to you, wagging it in your face before tapping you on the nose and scolded you.

"Ah ah, no. We do not just dive in, we are not werewolves fighting over a carcass. We are refined creatures and i will not have such an ill-mannered fledgling" the chiding words made you whine up at him with wide eyes. You suddenly felt like a small child being told not to chew with your mouth open.

"Now pretend this is wine, or a fine meal. Savour it. Scent him first." All embarrassment left you as you took in his words, drawing in a few deep breaths trying to find the subtlety hidden in your meals scent.You paused frowning and drew another breath and grinned.

"See? Its so much better when they are frightened; it gives them a light acidity like lemon but maybe sweeter citrus" sherlocks explanation should have troubled you. But it didnt? Was this it? Was thisthe moment of true transformation? When you let go of humanity and embrace your nature. Accept your new fate and food?

"Oh like err oranges?" You asked quietly, trying to block out all the frightening questions that roamed you kind. This wasnt meantmto be a thinking moment. This was instinctive, you were meant to learn, not question the morality of your new diet.

"Yes, you dont get the same... seasoning from the blood bags. Each emotion add a garnish. Fear citrus, lust and sex adds a honey or maple sweetness, hate and anger is like a smokey hint" you blinked at him nodding as much as his hpld on your chin and jaw would allow, but couldnt help your gaze flicking down to the mortal impatiently. Your not sure at what point youd stopped caring about the life of your meal, or your human morals. But they had dissolved, crushed under your new undeniable need. Sherlock chuckled shaking his head at you. You were a darling little fedgling, he almost felt for you. He'd triggered you on purpose, drawing you close to your meal, letting you lock onto your vein before moving unexpectedly. Forcing you to react in a natural food aggression. Once you had let yourself subconsyourself seperate the concepts of human life and food, it was easy to give in.

"Now i belive we have waited long enough darling" you swallowed dryly as sherlocks hand dropped from your jaw. He smiled nodding to the vein subtly encouraging you. You frowned unsure if it was a test? Lost in this strange primal feeling yet still trying to hold back and behave. You didnt want to disappoint your maker a secodn time. So carefully sniffed the human again with your eyes still watching your maker.

"No no, its okay love, drink up you need it" with that you threw caution to the wind and clamped down harder then you probably should have. You whined feeling something shift inside of you as your fangs descended into the flesh of your tormenter. As if the odd transition from mortal to immortal had finally been complete. Any fear or guilt youd have around feeding left you as you tore into you meal. A Ravenous hunger spurring your every movement, for the first time since your own bite you could taste something reminiscent of human food, the bloods salty copper twang was overpowered by a fearful citrus flavour. Sweet orange with a light sour note. You understood now why som many vampires accidentally killed their first few meals. After relying on bags of sickly salt monstrosities having something fresh to taste was heaven. You couldnt stop. You wouldnt.

Sherlock watched you with a light smile, pride lighting his gaze. His hands resting on your hips as you drained your first human. It was a morbid act, terrifying and horrific to a human. But for makers it was a proud moment, it meant their feldgling would survive. It was private and signified the final stepping stone in a vampires creation. Sherlock could now officially grant you your rightfull place beside him as his mate and the mother of his nest. And he could now reveal you publicly to the night society. And he couldnt wait to flaunt you.

[sukablatnahui]

Okay guys, in the last vote everyone voted for Barbara, because in fact she is much more popular than Ly and she is known to most people who may have joined the Rayman fandom when the game Rayman Origins and Rayman Legends came out, but not a fact. So..... Here is your Barbara if she were in the animated series Captain laserhawk:

..... Yes..... The design is not the best and in my head it was much better. I apologize to everyone that someone didn’t like her image, with that white robe and glasses. However, I at least tried to come up with reasons why she looks like this. I will write only facts, since unfortunately I didn’t draw any drawings or even sketches, sorry. If I have the desire, I’ll probably draw something, but for now, no.

Let's start with who she is by blood, what her character is and who her parents are. In fact, in the canon of the game based on Rayman legends, Barbara was a Barbarian princess, but most likely she is more reminiscent of some Viking who travels to all sorts of islands and brings something from the country to her homeland. Plus, as I read information from the Internet, the Vikings used to live in Sweden, Denmark and Norway. So I decided that Barbara would be a very distant great-granddaughter of the Vikings. By nature, she is a rather cheerful girl, optimistic and can also be quite stubborn and it happens that she does everything in her own way, she also often jokes and sometimes swears.She usually wears the clothes shown in the picture, but sometimes she also wears other clothes, such as just a T-shirt with shorts or a sweater with pants.

So, she used to have a father who was just a kind, jock, red-haired man who wanted to raise his daughter with his wife, and Barbara was raised by him for the first 3 years, but unfortunately, the biological father died in a car accident. (Unfortunately, Barbara currently does not remember her biological father very well, only that he was, in principle, a good person). However, then the mother married another man and this man became a stepfather for little Barbora. He was very different from his biological father in that he was not too big, he had regular black short hair, just a slender body, and he also wore a white robe and round glasses.But even despite this, the stepfather became a very good father for the girl, whom Barbara got used to and loved very much. He worked as a scientist, so Barbara was a little interested in science. My stepfather and Barbora were inseparable, even though they were very different in character, they were always there for each other and always helped until, unfortunately, there was one fatal incident. On Father's Day, 15-year-old Barbara was at her stepfather's work where he worked in the laboratory. They spent time together as usual until terrorism occurred where a bomb was about to explode. To save his daughter, the stepfather sacrificed himself and gave his daughter the parachute that he found, put it on her and said that he loves her and will always be with her,he threw it out of the window and exploded along with the building. Barbara fortunately survived because she had a parachute with her and fortunately her stepfather quickly explained to her that she should pull the rope. However, the loss of her non-biological father greatly shook her psyche. After that, in order not to forget her stepfather, she began to wear the same glasses that her stepfather wore, and a white robe.

Facts:

Barbara is interested in her past ancestors and studies the history of the Vikings. Her family also has a very ancient Viking ax which she still keeps to this day.

She wears glasses not only because this is how she remembers her father, but because of her not very good eyesight. Of course, she sometimes uses lenses, but it is very difficult for her to put them on and take them out, so it is easier for her to put on glasses than to put on lenses.

She has her own car which is a repainted small ambulance with a Viking theme. Inside there is a table with a chair and many computers attached to the wall of the car. There is also a sofa with safety belts and a kitchen table. She usually drives her car normally, but when you are chasing her or need to get somewhere quickly, she is like the Flash, racing at the speed of light and doing all sorts of impossible stunts in her car.

Although the girl is bisexual, she is most attracted to women, especially milfs. And in principle, she likes men and women who are about 30 years old and they are people with experience. For her, an experienced couple is better than someone who is as inexperienced in relationships as she is.

She is also missing one tooth due to the fact that this tooth was already a molar and she knocked it out in a fight as a child. That's why it doesn't grow with her

It happens that she jokes about moms, especially the joke “YOUR MOM IS FANTASTIC BLYAT, IN STOCKINGS AND A BIKINI IN THE SAUNA SHE IS FANTASTIC” (This joke is taken from the Russian meme about Taxi Driver Ashot) However, this is not very often only in extreme cases when a complete fucked up, and in general we condemn jokes about moms

She also just loves to read and look at fashion magazines with clothes, because, as Barbara thinks, there are very beautiful women in very beautiful outfits and suits. She really likes them and is a fan of one model who is even familiar with Rayman. But more on that later

[grandparomeaskblog]

"Sadik..." Dinos said annoyed when he opened the door slightly "... I wasn't expecting you. What do you want?" Sadik smirked to that "Can I come in?" "Sure you demon... hold on" he answered before opening the remaining locks to let the Turk in.

Sadik looked around as he followed "Take a seat... so, who died?" Sadik shook his head "Nobody died... but we do need to talk" "You could have called, saved me from having to see your ugly face, saved you gas too. " "Some things are best said in person" Dinos nodded and reached for his sigarets. Sadik was quick to light one, although he did not smoke himself he always carried a lighter for these occasions. "Will you tell me... today?" The older man sneered. He was getting nervous. He did not like surprise visits and he did not like them from nations in particular. "What ill news brings you today, let me have it before I waste time putting the kettle on. Did your boss send you?" "Oh no,... this is personal" That did not make it any better. "Lucky me" Dinos said sarcastically before dropping silent and into his seat. Sadik cleared his throat. This was harder than he imagined. "Konstantinos, you know that I respect you greatly. I need to ask you something" "I'm listening" "I... want to ask for your permission to date your brother" Dinos took a deep draw and gestured him to beat it "I'm done listening, please leave" Sadik protested "I am very serious about this. I understand if you are mad at me but at least let me speak" Dinos stood up and left for the kitchen the other jumped up and quickly followed. "Are you angry with me?" "Not yet, just annoyed, I still need to learn your true motives" Dinos said emotionless and he put the kettle on.

"My true motives?! I like him. It's crazy I know! I'm strangely attracted to him" "Ofcourse you do" "Not like that, Konstantinos, it's on a personal level. I really like him as a PERSON romantically. I'd like to get to know him better but I don't want to complicate things with you" "So... you want my blessing" "It's vital" "You can shove that up your ass" Dinos said staring out the window. Sadik opened the cupboard casually and took one glass... and then another out and placed them on the counter. Dinos rolled his eyes. "Konstantinos please, we have known eachother for so long. In all those years have I ever made you a promiss I did not keep?" "You have been true to your word." "Have I not helped you?" "Not quite enough" "I see... I am sorry... I tried my best" "Your best wasn't enough" Dinos poured them both tea "I am a little... put off... by your request... First you take my city, then you come after my cat and now you are asking me for my brother?" "I did not take your cat, I gave her some shots that's all. I only wanted what was best for the fat stray... Are we really... still fighting over this?" Dinos slammed his fist on the counter "You did so WITHOUT my permission!" "I did... I am sorry... I was at fault. I should have asked. I can't change the past but I am here asking you now. I know how much you care for him. It would be the greatest honor if you could let me ask him on a date. I believe the feeling is mutual and it would sadden me to cut off our friendship. If you don't think me worthy, you can just say so. I understand, naturally you want what's best for him" "I don't know Sadik... I really have to think about it." "You'll think about it?! Really? That's great!" Sadik said and kissed and hugged the other. "I'm so touched that you'll consider!" "Well I mean it would be the lesser of two evils... In the mean time... you will NOT share your feelings with anyone, anyone at all, hear me? I will personally spoon out your nuts and feed them to the gulls, if you do" "I will make sure to stitch my lips" "very well... two sugar was it?" "Yes!"

[nclkafilms]

A lacklustre and frustration visual feast

(Review of ‘Avatar: The Way of Water’ watched on the 15th of January 2023)

When James Cameron had his grand return (apart from documentaries) to cinema in 2009 with ‘Avatar’, it was not just a moment of cinematic history breaking records and causing a major following; it was also a milestone in filmmaking as he fully introduced 3D into mainstream cinemas and presented mind-blowing developments in CGI and its possibilities. I, however, never jumped on the Avatar train and I was deeply disappointed by the original when I finally got to see it in 2018 at home. Not seeing it in the cinema upon its release and, thus, not being part of this groundbreaking moment of cinema, is one my big film regrets. Could my experience have been substantially different, had I seen it in the cinema? Who knows, but one thing was certain: I was not going to sleep on the long-awaited sequel, ‘Avatar: The Way of Water’ - I had to see it in the cinema. Did it give me a more positive experience? Yes and no, but ultimately - as hinted at in the headline - I was left frustrated by Cameron’s already record-breaking new addition to the adventures on Pandora. 

The story is very simple, although it demands some kind of knowledge of the first instalment, even though Cameron tries to take our hands in the beginning as the characters and locations are re-introduced. Once again, we follow former marine Jake Sully, who gave up his human life to turn fully Na’vi in the first film. He is now the leader of the tribe together with his wife Neytiri and their four children, of whom one (teenager Kiri) is adopted after a strange birth given by Dr. Grace from the first film. They all live peacefully and in harmony with a group of human scientists, when the evil “sky people” all of a sudden return in the shape of a team of super soldiers turned full time Na’vi with a reborn clone of Quaritch as their leader. He seeks one thing: revenge over Jake and his family, but will he succeed? And what about human boy Spider, who lives with the Na’vi, but doesn’t know his father?

As stated this is a very simple story, and to put it nicely, this storyline is nowhere near strong enough to be able to carry or justify the film’s monstrous 192 minute running time. And this is the first reason why I was left frustrated rather than satisfied by The Way of Water. The first hour - or so it felt like - is mainly re-introducing us to the characters and the locations as well as establishing the revenge plot and subsequent plot of Jake Sully deciding to leave the forrest, to leave “his” people to protect his family. This sees the family of six flee to the Metkayina reef area and their clan. In the next hour, which is undoubtedly the most interesting and fascinating, we get a decent story equally about a family finding themselves to be in a different and vulnerable situation and a clash of cultures. This exploration of a brand new culture on Pandora is not only fascinating but is also - by far - the most immersive, imaginative, relevant and visually pleasing aspect of the film, but - alas - the action quickly returns as we enter the final hour and final battle, which is neither imaginative nor emotionally rewarding. At least not to the extent that the preceding hour both demands and deserves. Hence, why the story frustrated me. Basically, I sighed every time we cut away from Metkayina to follow the simultaneous storyline of Spider and the villains. A huge issue as I never got invested in them, their cause or their characters; for this to have taken place, Cameron simply draws them way too one-sided and one-dimensional. Even worse, the same can - to some extent - be said about the “good guys” too. I sorely miss some nuances, subtlety and surprises. 

Actually, I had the feeling I was watching a poorly written 80’s action flick through the most lavish, awe-inspiring glasses. There is no doubt, that this is a deeply personal prestige project for Cameron, but I wish someone would have demanded more focus on the screenplay during the film’s many years of production. Not only is the story lacklustre and the characters paper thin, the dialogue is also often uninspired. Just a couple of examples of dialogue: “Why so blue?”, “I can’t believe, I’m tied up again”, “Sometimes it's not so great to know who your father was” and “Remember kid, a marine can't be defeated. Oh, you can kill us but we'll just regroup in hell.” Jokes fall flat and “emotional” dialogue is as subtle as a bulldozer, perhaps no clearer than in Jake Sully’s clumsy voice-over. 

While these are huge issues for the film, of course it also has its plusses. As with the first one, it is a technical marvel. It is very clear how long we have come technically since the first film, and especially when we arrive at the Metkayina reef Cameron and his team really raises the bar for what we can be shown in a cinema. The CGI is out of this world and among the best, I’ve seen - especially the scenes under and near water are in particular impressive. However, the ongoing switching between frame rates tested my attention more than it heightened my experience - it still looks a bit too video game-ish to me (albeit nowhere near to the extend of ‘The Hobbit’ for instance). Cameron and his cinematographer Russell Carpenter produces some truly iconic imagery that deserves all the praise they can get.

The acting is hit and miss. Zoe Saldana as Neytiri is without a doubt the film’s strongest asset as she manages to breathe life into her Na’vi character through her eyes and a sensitively cracking voice. I really hope her character can be developed in the upcoming films as she often was caught in stereotypical maternal scenes and relations in this film only allowing us glimpses of the complex conflict of balancing this family role with her basic instincts. Sigourney Weaver also deserves praise - not only for portraying a teenager, but for creating the most interesting new character: Kiri. Sam Worthington still feels flat as Jake Sully and the same can be said about the other kids apart from Kiri. Stephen Lang as Quaritich, Edie Falco as General Ardmore and Brendan Cowell as Scoresby all fail to bring some nuance or depth to their hollow villains. On that side, only Jermaine Clement in an unusual role as a marine biologist manages to create some memorable moments. 

James Horner’s score from the first film can be heard again from time to time, but even though I recognised it, it is still surprisingly bland considering it is the theme of one of the biggest blockbusters of all time. Sadly, Horner, who passed away in 2015, could not return to continue his collaborations with Cameron, who has passed the torch onto Simon Franglen, who only in glimpses have managed to capture the magic of Pandora in an otherwise very traditional action film score.  It is, however, a big score and it really supports your viewing (and emotions) with strings when you need to feel the deep emotions and drums and Horner-inspired vocalists for the big showdowns. The sound design backs up the visuals to some extent, but I was actually surprised at how muddled the sounds were in the big action sequences. Maybe it was the settings of the cinema rather than the actual sound mixing - I actually hope this is the case.

All in all, the lacklustre screenplay, uninspired dialogue, cardboard thin characters and forgettable score weighs heavier than the mind-blowing visuals, fascinating culture depictions and memorable acting moments, when I sit here and reflect on ‘Avatar: The Way of Water’. There is no doubt, that the film will continue to break records and reach for the heights. There is no doubt, that many people will disagree with many of my opinions. And there is no doubt, that James Cameron will secure plenty of guests in the cinemas when Avatar 3, 4 and 5 arrive over the next six years. All that is great news and impressive considering the fact that it is an original concept in a blockbuster landscape mainly made up of sequels, super hero films and remakes. But, and this is a big but, is it too much to ask for a storyline that matches the technical achievements? For characters that makes you invested in the conflicts rather than annoyed by them? For more than just empty calories from the one of the most expensive films in history? I don’t think so and for that reason, I remain to see a deeper value in the existence of Cameron’s Pandora in itself rather than “just” pushing the limits of what we technically can achieve. 

2,5/5

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Unlikely Places - Chapter 15 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter: 15 - Far From Average

No one was perfect and I knew that better than anyone.

I was who I was and I never tried to hide it.

I had never had a reason to but now, at this moment, I didn't want to broadcast it either.

Tell me anyone in the initial 'getting to know you' stages who wanted to do so by laying all of the negative things about themselves out on the table.

I knew the answer had to be pretty much no one and I was one of those no ones.

The beginning should be lighter and more fun with focus on the attraction and the silly stuff like what is your favorite color, favorite movie, favorite food.

It shouldn't be about what causes your anxiety attacks and what makes you uncomfortable.

Those questions could wait for the fourth or fifth date at least.

I stumbled mentally to a stop, date?

I floundered at the direction of my thoughts.

Why I was suddenly thinking of this luncheon as a date?

When had my mind crossed the boundary from work to personal?

Was it even what I wanted?

"You look unusually pale, Jackson," Pierce commented, squatting down beside me.

I jumped, startled by his voice so close.

I took a quick sip of the cold water, trying to buy myself a few seconds before answering.

I couldn't very well answer honestly but I wasn't a good liar either.

I chewed at my bottom lip indecisively.

"Granted," Pierce started talking again, his hand rising up, his finger barely grazing across my cheekbone.

"You already have a uniquely pale complexion, so it could just be the lighting."

I stayed still as his warm soft skin lightly stroked across my face.

His soft touch combined with his proximity and strangely flattering words revived the impulsive prickly sensation that only he could draw forth.

I sipped again at the water trying to hide any tell-tale movements of my body that would reveal the effect he had on me.

At least now I understood what the electric shiver was and what it was caused by.

I may not necessarily like it or even understand it clearly and I definitely had my doubts about what to do about it but I could at least recognize it for what it was.

I was absolutely attracted to Pierce.

If I had any doubts before, his touch now proved it.

Thankfully, Pierce withdrew his hand and stood to his feet.

He stepped around the glass table and sat down across from me, watching.

His eyes roamed my face and I swear I felt his visual touch as much as I had his fingertip moments before.

"Your entire appearance is unique, I think," Pierce admitted conversationally.

I swallowed.

Though he talked as if it were about the weather, his eyes revealed his greater interest.

The sudden dawning understanding that Pierce was just as attracted to me as I was to him hit me out of the blue.

The realization was both flattering and surprising.

In comparison to Pierce, I was as average as they came.

I couldn't help but feel curious as to his thoughts.

I watched him as he continued to talk, his eyes still drifting occasionally from my eyes to flitter over my face as he spoke.

"Which parent is Korean?" he asked, surprising me.

"My father," I answered.

I quickly realized I shouldn't be so surprised at his knowing.

First off, it was clear I wasn't completely Caucasian and of course it was my eyes that gave me away.

I was very surprised though that he had guessed correctly about which nationality.

I had learned long ago that most people couldn't differentiate between Asian countries when it came to looks.

Asian's tended to be lumped into one group.

I had always appreciated the few people that had taken the time to either notice or ask.

It spoke volumes to me about the kind of person they were.

The fact that Pierce not only noticed the difference but knew exactly my heritage made me feel, soft and buttery inside.

I had him pegged as close-mind but every encounter he showed me more and more that he was anything but and it only made me more curious about him.

He nodded his head and frowned a bit as if thinking.

"That's unusual isn't or am I being stereotypical?" he asked with genuine curiosity.

I didn't take offense, it was a legitimate question.

"My mother traveled for work. She is an interpreter. She met my father in South Korea. They fell in love and he chose to immigrate here for her career."

Pierce looked suitably impressed.

"That's an amazingly romantic story," he responded.

I scoured his face looking for signs of sarcasm but couldn't find any. He looked genuinely touched by my parent's story.

"Was it all as simple as that?" Pierce queried, looking legitimately interested. I nodded my head.

"It really was. My dad is good with numbers and was able to make a good career for himself here. My mom said it was love at first sight for her. She had always watched K-dramas and she said she knew when she had found her Oppa," I answered with a small smile.

My mom never failed to make me smile when she talked about meeting my dad for the first time and their date that had followed.

Though I had never been interested in finding love it didn't mean I couldn't appreciate and be happy for those who had.

The fact that they were my parents made it even more special.

No broken home for me.

It had always made me feel secure.

"So, you must take after him, then?" Pierce asked, eyeing me.

I shook my head.

"No. Not at all," I murmured.

"Why would you say that?"

"Jackson you are amazing with numbers. It was an easy jump considering what you just said about your dad."

I blushed at his unintended compliment.

The fact that he saw and readily appreciated my talent was unexpectedly satisfying.

"Oh," I said trying to not show how happy he had made me feel.

"I guess that's true but that's where it stops. My Dad looks like he could star in one of those K-dramas my mom watches. I don't," I finished somewhat lamely.

It was the easiest way to say it though.

Dad was six feet one with pale flawless skin and looks most K-drama stars went under the knife to get.

Not my dad.

He was one hundred percent flawless Korean with perfect genes.

I just didn't happen to get any of them.

[activate-shadow-of-the-window]

Hermittober Day 10: Sacrifice

-

When Pearl had given Hypno permission to come to Great Blackwood’s temple, what she’d expected the mercenary to do was show up in person with an armful of evidence in the middle of the night.

The last thing she’d expected him to do was show up with Etho, of all people, a flock of parrot-folk whom she had mixed feelings about, one very sleep-deprived Grian, one very twitchy Cub, and one very nervous Impulse, at the crack of dawn.

She sighed. “What are you doing with these guys, Hypno?”

The bat-folk grinned unabashedly, flashing his single gold tooth proudly. “Exactly what I told you I would, priestess. It just so happens that everyone here is involved too!”

“I’ll take your word, mercenary. Come on in, Sovereign, Emperor, Sitter, and assorted parrot-folk technicians.”

As the strange bedfellows filed past Pearl, she gave a sharp inhale and grasped her scythe so hard that her knuckles went white. “Cub? Are you, uh, deprived?”

The sovereign nodded mutely and spread his hands, showing off jagged claws of a deep blue color. His whole being was sufficed by that indigo-teal hue: his irises, his hair, his lips, and even a small bruise on his hand from riding hard was tinted with it.

“Yes. It was… a struggle to get here, but Hypno’s urgency convinced me that it was worth the risk. If I remember correctly, Great Ironbark’s temple has a sculk garden. May I visit after the meeting?”

“Of course, neighbor. It has been so long since you were like this, more than a year, if memory serves me. Is your condition related to Hypno’s work?”

“Yes. But the rest can wait, can it not?”

As Pearl escorted the assortment to a small drawing-room, she noticed that everyone was extremely on edge. Impulse’s ears were twitching at every little sound, and he was truly catlike in his movements. Grian’s eyes constantly darted about, and his feathers were fully slicked back. The rest of the parrot-folk mirrored his behavior. Only Etho seemed calm, but then again, he was calm unless something actively horrible was going on.

Etho unshouldered the massive pack he was carrying, and began taking stuff out of it. “Don’t touch this stuff, alright, Pearl? We really, really don’t want to contaminate the evidence. I’m only touching it cause I have both good gloves and experience with this kinda stuff.”

“Since when did you investigate crimes?”

“Since about a week ago. There’ that’s it. Nobody drop any hair or fur or feathers in there, okay? Don’t want our employers thinking we’re the culprits.”

Pearl took in the nonsense that Etho had laid out on the table. A massive bundle of sculk-covered machinery, seemingly rotted beyond use, took up the bulk of the space. A few globs of the stuff sat in a pair of sealed bottles, writhing and striking gently at the glass. A pile of very shiny glass, shattered beyond reconstruction, was heaped up on a handkerchief. And a book marked with ‘Multishot’, lacking the telltale gleam of enchantment.

“What the hell kind of evidence is this?“

Grian quickly scittered over, jabbing a finger at each in quick succession. “Part of a rudimentary Shrieker System, with barely enough range to cover a mile dome. Sculk specimens taken from said system, acting unnaturally according to Cub. The remains of a bottle-o-enchanting, painstakingly gathered up by Salem over there. And a drained, not spent but drained, book of Multishot enchantment.”

“… so? I get that K— they know it has something to do with sculk, but… oh. The culprits had to have gotten it from somewhere, and only Cub, Grian, and Tango grow it in any decent amounts. So they stole it from you, and tried to recreate the Shrieker machine? But why?”

Hypno drew in a breath and clasped his hands. “Well… you know those two people you told me to find and track?”

“Yes.”

“Well, they were actually incredibly easy to find. One William Creek, first name Lord, and one Zedaph, full name unknown. Both in Technicolor, as it seems, alongside an Ernest Xander. They’re all rooming together, but Zedaph only showed up yesterday, so—“

Impulse suddenly jumped up from where he was literally twiddling his thumbs. “Wait, Hypno, how did you get down here from Technicolor in less than a day?”

The bat-folk chuckled. “Oh, I have my ways. Many ways. But the important thing is, I’ve done my side of the bargain. Pay up, priestess, and tell me who I’m really working for.”

“Well, a deal’s a deal. I got contacted by Mayor Keralis and Vice-Mayor Iskall to make good on a debt I owed them. They told me to hire you, and to use you to find out what’s going on down here in the south in relation to the case they’re working. They call it the Lumbar Case, because somehow the Dragon’s Spine is involved. Now that you’ve gotten me what they wanted, I should be sending this evidence up north. But…”

Everyone collectively leaned forward. “But what!”

Pearl sighed. “But. Sigh. They were attacked yesterday. Both mayors were ambushed on their way to the Spine, and Keralis is infected with sculk.”

Cub suddenly lurched up, wings viciously humming into existence as he hissed at the word sculk. “No. No! He can’t be! They couldn’t have done that! No! They must have reverse-engineered my research somehow… in the name of the Void-Spawned Dragon, I will find these idiots if it costs me my flight. No-one deserves to be infected like this.”

As Cub buzzed around the room in a rage, Pearl clacked a hoof to get everyone’s attention. “Cub, Cub, I get it. But you didn’t let me finish. Keralis and Iskall were only attacked by three people. A sword fighter in dark armor, a staff-wielding fighter in a monk‘s robe and mask, and an unseen person firing a crossbow and, uh, and arquebus. A pistol, most likely. All three managed to escape, but Keralis grabbed something from the sword-fighter as he tried to flee. Or knight, I should say.”

Everyone’s eyes were drawn to the sketch Pearl held up; a crude drawing of a knight in dark armor, with red eyes glaring out from his visor, and a blood red plume sprouting from his helmet.

[callsign-phoenix]

I wrote this because I wanted to, it’s inspired by a clip from Hacksaw Ridge.

It is a Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x female!reader imagine.

Thank you to @green-socks for beta-reading this!!

Warnings: mentions of giving blood, I don’t think civilians are allowed on the NAS North Island but for the sake of the story please bear with me

Being a volunteer for the Red Cross was something you always liked to do and you regularly volunteered to help.

You were usually asked to help collect blood donations in shopping malls or Red Cross sites but when they asked you to join the Big Red Bus to the Naval Air Station North Island, San Diego you were for some reason very excited to do so.

You didn’t care for the Army or Navy for that matter but you had a good feeling about it so you went anyway.

The people that had volunteered with you were nice but with all the Navy personnel running around there wasn’t much time in between work to talk and relax.

It was just a queue of people that didn’t seem to end, most of them kind but unrecognisable should you ever see them again.

When the queue finally seemed to thin out in the evening you were relieved but also happy you had done so much.

You were just taking a breather when you heard footsteps behind you and you turned around, finding a man with glasses watching you.

Studying his uniform you motioned towards the tents you thought he might be headed for.

“Navy physician’s that way, this is for giving blood,” you stated matter of factly, but the man in front of you only stared at you, his eyes gentle as he looked at you as if he was surprised by something.

“Are you alright?” you asked when he didn’t answer, and that received a reaction from him.

Straightening up he absent mindedly ran a hand over his hair as if to make sure it looked good.

“I’m fine. Thank you for asking, though, ma’am,” he answered you and the fact that his voice was as sweet as the rest of him made you smile a little.

“What do you need?” you asked him after a small silence to which he replied with a thankful smile.

“I’m here for donating blood,” he told you and you nodded busily.

“Okay, go to that room over there and wait, I’ll draw up the papers. I’ll call you,” you said as you went on to work, stopping in your movement when you realised that your handsome stranger was still watching you.

When your eyes met his he blushed slightly but he was still staring at you.

You chuckled as you turned to look at him again, motioning behind him.

“That… that room”, you added as he nodded quickly, making his way to where you had motioned to stop bothering you.

When you called him in he was very considerate, watching what you were doing carefully but timidly until you broke your silence.

“Have you ever given blood before, Mr…?” you tried to find out his name not so subtly, sending him a smile.

“Floyd. Robert. No ma’am. It’s my first time,” he answered you.

As he watched the needle sink into his skin, you could hear him holding his breath for a second until the blood started running down the tube.

“You might be a little dizzy when you’re done,” you informed him.

“Is somebody picking you up?”

You received a small reassuring smile from him.

“No, I’m walking back. I don’t have it far,” he added, which in turn got a smile from you.

The next day was much of the same as the day before, but you occasionally thought back to the man you had gotten to know as Robert Floyd.

You didn’t even know what his job at the Naval Air Station was but you didn’t think you’d get to ask him.

You had enjoyed talking to him but neither of you had been brave enough to do something more about it.

Your day was as busy as the last with hundreds of people entering your workspace.

It was again late evening when the people ebbed away, only a few singular technicians entering the room.

You were just packing away what you had retrieved from your last volunteer when you heard someone behind you.

“Grab a seat. Have you ever given blood before?” you gave your standard greeting, focusing on sorting through the questionnaires you had everyone fill out before the familiar voice had you looking up.

“Yes ma’am, I have,” you heard Robert Floyd say and when you turned around you saw him standing there, his shoes shined and his hair combed back as he gave you a small and hopeful smile.

“You’re the shy one from yesterday,” you answered him, mirroring his smile instinctively as you looked back at him.

You were fiddling with whatever you had in your hand when he answered you, your heart rate slightly higher than normal.

“Robert, yes ma’am,” he looked nervous too, but his smile eased your nerves more than anything else ever could have.

“Well, Robert, we can’t take your blood two days in a row,” you told him, receiving a knowing nod from him in the process.

“That’s good, I came to get mine back,” he said in all seriousness, even though you could see a hint of amusement in his smile.

“You what?” you asked him, rather helplessly at the reply, but Robert stuck with it.

“My blood, I need it back,” he repeated, which now got a laugh from you.

“Well it doesn’t work like that, we can’t just give it back to you,” you chuckled, shifting in your stance as you looked at him.

Before Robert answered he took his time, shifting on his feet just like you had and nervously brushing over his hair like he had done the day before as well.

“Well you have to,” he replied, one of his hands grasping onto the material of the side of his trousers.

“Ever since you stuck me with that needle my heart’s been beating really fast. Every time I think about you it beats faster still,” he added, his words a little rushed as he said what he had on his mind.

You were speechless but you found your voice again as you laughed at his kind reply.

“I never heard that one before. It’s pretty cheesy,” you smiled openly, your nervousness broken by your laughs.

“Well that’s a shame. I practiced that all night,” he said as he became more serious, studying your reaction to his confession carefully.

“No good?” he asked, tilting his head down but still looking at you through his lashes, a timid smile on his face.

You could see he wasn’t used to making compliments and you weren’t very used to receiving them either, which in your book made you a good team.

“I didn’t say that,” you answered him carefully.

You were both silent for a moment, both of you smiling before you moved to the small table, retrieving a piece of paper and scribbling onto it.

“Call me, soldier,” you suggested, and even though he was happy to receive your phone number an amused smile spread over his lips.

“Lieutenant Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd, Weapon Systems Officer. Not quite a soldier, ma’am,” he answered you as his fingers closed around the piece of paper.

“I’m not quite a ma’am, Lieutenant,” you answered him with a grin, which received a soft chuckle from him.

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