#i’m planning on updating soon but i’m scared it’s not in plot anymore

[thief-of-eggs]

Does anyone else who writes longfics struggle because they just… forget what they wrote in the past chapters? And it’s too long to reread each time before you update, so you just cross your fingers and hope you didn’t make a plot hole

[haworthiaace]

Magic misfits! Did I update the masterpost specifically because of this fic? yes absolutely. A busy day for Scar, featuring TFC and some good ol’ Scar appreciation :]

The start of a new season was always interesting.

While TFC didn’t enjoy having to start from scratch every year or so; having gotten used to the comforts of late season riches, he did love the sheer amount of interaction that came with a new season. TFC was content to hear gossip about the others’ shenanigans while he stuck to what he was best at: mining. Some of the others called it cheating to use his earthbending down in the tunnels, but he called it cheating to be able to shapeshift, or use magic crystals, or any of the other crazy things the other hermits could do, so it evened out.

When he wasn’t down in his mine, TFC watched as all the other hermits scrambled to make the most impressive buildings and contraptions in as little time as possible. Many of his servermates placed more importance on finishing their creations than actually gathering necessities such as tools and armour. 

As if to prove this observation, the Boatem village appeared on the other side of the nether portal, populated with structures that were much too large considering it had only been three weeks since they arrived in this world. There was also a… tree? At least that’s what it looked like; a thin oak tree stretching up past the clouds and out of view. Looks like Mumbo and Grian were up to no good already.

“TFC! Up here!” Scar’s voice came from somewhere above TFC’s head, and he looked up to see the wizard (although he no longer wore his robe and hat) standing on a balcony extending from a truly massive wagon, one hand on the railing and the other extended above his head, waving enthusiastically at TFC.

He climbed the ladder up the side of the wagon, entering a sparse storage room. Knowing Scar, he either hadn’t bothered to move in yet or lost all of his things in a cave somewhere. Despite his powerful crystal magic, Scar still managed to die more than any other hermit, so the second option was more likely.

“Well hello there! Welcome to my humble abode, please take a seat.” Scar led TFC to a balcony, where he gestured towards a table and two folding chairs. Scar sat down, crossing his legs and folding his arms in his lap. “So, what brings you to our little village today?”

TFC raised an eyebrow at the question, confusion evident in his voice. “Because you invited me? We were supposed to have tea today.” 

Scar jolted in his seat, then proceeded to scramble out of said seat. “I’ll be right back! I have to go… feed Jellie!” This was quite obviously a lie seeing as Jellie hadn’t returned from her between seasons interdimensional travels yet. TFC’s laughter chased Scar into the wagon, where he frantically prepared the tea that he was totally planning on making because he definitely remembered his plans for the day. 

After about five minutes of mildly concerning crashing sounds, Scar returned with two steaming mugs of tea (decorated with cat faces, of course) and a plate of chocolate chip cookies - Stress’ recipe if TFC wasn’t mistaken. They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, appreciating the tea and cookies. 

“So, how are you holding up this season, Scar?” TFC took a sip of green tea, looking out at the horizon.

“Oh you know, the usual. I don’t have my village anymore, but the magical misfits still come seeking my help.” He brought a cookie to his mouth and bit off half of it. “Not that I mind helping people!” He swallowed his mouthful before continuing. “XB was here last week convinced that he left his coat in season seven, but turns out it just ended up in one of Joe’s boxes.” He chuckled to himself, wiping crumbs off of his jacket as TFC stared at the distant ocean, lost in thought.

TFC broke the silence that had fallen. “You’re a good man, y’know that?” The wizard in question looked at TFC in surprise. He was used to ‘thank you’s, but the personal compliment caught him off guard. “You’ve created a safe space for folks from all sorts of places, and you’ve saved quite a few of them from bad people.” 

Scar looked down, smiling at his cup of tea. He spoke quietly, a departure from his usual boisterousness. “Thanks TFC, that means a lot.”

-

Scar was in the middle of catching TFC up on what he missed from day one when something red and very fast crashed into the balcony. The something in question turned out to be Grian, shimmering wings protruding from his back. Something must have been wrong, since winged hermits tended to refrain from flying early in the season, in the name of fairness.

“Scar we need your- Oh heeey, I didn’t know you had company over!” He leaned on the railing, his urgency replaced with a forced cheerfulness as he (quite obviously) pretended nothing was wrong. What was probably supposed to be an easygoing smile stretched too wide, and his voice was more high pitched than usual. “How’s it goin’?”

Scar, completely oblivious, responded excitedly. “Oh, I was just telling TFC here about our adventure in the geode with Cleo!”

Grian’s uncomfortable smile grew wider, and his eyebrows furrowed. “That sounds great, do you think you’ll be done anytime soon?”

“Oh well, I’m not too sure. It depends on when we finish all of these cookies.”

“Oh that’s just wonderful,” Grian’s wings started to twitch behind him, “did you make those yourself?”

Scar took a breath, preparing for a tangent when TFC cut in, showing the poor fairy some mercy. “Alright Grian, out with it. What’s wrong?” Scar stared at Grian, somehow surprised that this wasn’t a completely ordinary visit.

Grian let out a long sigh. “Thank you so much TFC.” He turned his gaze to Scar. “We need a little help with curse breaking.”

Scar set down his mug and gave Grian his full attention, preparing himself for whatever strange curse one of the fairies had set on some poor hermit. “Really? How are you two cursing people already? It hasn’t even been a month!”

Grian’s tangent was accompanied by wild hand gestures that made it difficult to follow what he was saying. “Well, Pearl came up behind Mumbo and spooked him, he shouted something about not sneaking up on him, and now whenever he turns his back on her she teleports directly in front of him.” Grian looked nervously over his shoulder in the direction of Mumbo’s van. TFC followed his gaze, and burst into laughter again.

Mumbo was standing a few feet away from his campfire, spinning in circles and doubling over in laughter as Pearl kept popping up in front of him. 

Scar pushed himself up from his chair, TFC followed suit. The pair headed to the door while Grian flew back down, Scar giving TFC a sort of briefing. “Alright, let’s go figure out what exactly Mumbo did before Pearl starts feeling particularly vengeful.”

-

It took two hours and a lot of trial and error (with TFC giving supremely unhelpful tips), but eventually Pearl could stand behind Mumbo again. At some point Scar accidentally applied the effect to both Grian and Mumbo, and he had to beg the two not to create a space time anomaly. But it was all fixed now, and TFC was sure Pearl’s revenge would be swift and cruel.

Scar made his way back up to the balcony, and the two continued their conversation. It was a good thing Scar had enchanted his mugs, something he had done back in season seven after his drinks kept getting abandoned and going cold.

After a few hours of peace (other than both Mumbo and Grian’s bases abruptly flipping upside down while the boys were inside), the pair was interrupted again by a voice behind them.

“Howdy, Scar. Oh, and howdy to you as well, TFC!”

Neither of them had heard Joe coming, so Scar jumped about a foot in the air while TFC nearly spat out his tea. It turned out that Cleo was there as well, looking quite a bit angrier than Joe, although that wasn’t too uncommon.

“Oh my goodness, Joe you scared the life out of me!” Scar held a hand to his chest and caught his breath as Cleo got right to business.

“Sorry about that Scar,” her voice was flat, and it was safe to assume that she was not, in fact, sorry about that. “But we have an emergency. It’s completely Joe’s fault, he-”

Joe smoothly stepped in front of his companion as he cut her off, “I wouldn’t say it’s entirely my fault, old magic is a fickle thing-”

Cleo shoved Joe aside, stepping in front once again. “He revived my leg!” She raised a foot off the ground and gestured at it with both hands.

Sure enough, both TFC and Scar looked down to see that Cleo’s right leg was significantly more flesh-coloured than the left, restored to what it presumably once was. 

Scar’s lingering panic was instantly replaced by an amused grin as he gestured to the leg in question. “Cleo, why don’t you just get your leg reinfected? It’s not like zombies are hard to come by.”

The pair stood still, just blinking. (Completely in sync, it was eerie) 

Cleo rounded on Joe and punched at his shoulder just as he raised a hand to deflect her fist. “How did you not think of that Joe?! I thought you knew everything there was to know about-” She gestured wildly about for a moment. “Everything?!”

“Shouldn’t you be some sort of zombie expert by now? How is that my responsibility?” The argument continued as the pair went back into the wagon and down the ladder. As they walked off, presumably to go find a cave, something occurred to TFC. He cupped his hands around his mouth to yell down at them.

“Cleo!” She turned around. “Don’t use Joe as bait!” 

She snapped her finger like a defeated cartoon villain, as Joe turned to face her and presumably gave her grief for this evil plot.

-

It was only about five minutes after Cleo and Joe left (preceded by twenty minutes of arguing) that the next problem arrived, as it often did, in the form of Zedaph, Impulse, and Tango arriving on the shore of the village. TFC found this odd, seeing as how everyone was now connected by nether portals, but he assumed there would be an explanation shortly, even if it didn’t make a lick of sense.

Impulse shouted up from the ground, the three of them clustered near the front of the wagon. “TFC, we need your help!” Well that was a surprise, not many people asked for his assistance other than Scar. “We made an oopsie and Cleo said we could find you here!”

As every hermit knew, ‘oopsie’ was a versatile word with these three. It could mean anything between making a minor mistake in a build to banishing Impulse for the fifth time. “What happened this time?” TFC stood up and made his way down the ladder, since shouting down at them wasn’t very efficient and they didn’t seem inclined to come up.

Impulse started twisting his hands together while Zedaph and Tango tried their best to look innocent behind him. It didn’t work. “Weeell, Tango wanted a terraforming job done around his base, so we made a little deal for it.” 

Oh boy. Not much good came out of magical deals, yet the other hermits continued to make them with each other. Demonic deals were especially tricky since the demon didn’t have precise control over their end of the deal, not that it stopped these three. “Tango offered me his first beacon in exchange for the job, and it turns out that a beacon is worth a lot more than I thought- it’s probably easier if we show you.”

“Quick FYI guys: firsts are very valuable in deals! It applies to you as well Impulse, not just the fae!” Scar called helpfully from his still seated position on the balcony.

-

They all ended up going over to Tango’s house/ shop, which was literally buried in a mound of dirt and stone, along with about three quarters of Bdubs’ giant moon house. That explains why they didn’t use the nether. 

The earth was offended after being touched by demonic magic, but after a long negotiation TFC managed to convince it that Impulse meant no harm, and it was happy to return to its prior state. Tango was mildly annoyed that he would have to do the terraforming himself and give Impulse a beacon, but it was better than the wrath he would have faced from Bdubs.

By the time TFC and Scar returned to the Boatem village, the sun was starting to dip below the horizon. While TFC admired the beauty of it, Scar just looked disappointed. 

“I’m sorry.”

TFC raised an eyebrow at the wizard, a frown making its way onto his face. “What do you mean you’re sorry? Did you do something to the tea?” 

Despite TFC’s attempted joke, Scar still stared at his perfectly polished shoes. “This was supposed to be a nice relaxing day to catch up, and people were just showing up left and right. I mean, we hardly got to spend any time together! Maybe I shouldn’t invite people over with all this wizard stuff going on.”

“But we did spend time together.” TFC’s rough hand landed on Scar’s shoulder, the latter looking up at the former, startled by the contact.

“Well yeah we had tea for a while but-”

TFC had to cut off Scar’s rambling or he would never get to his point. “Yes we had tea, but I’m talking about the rest of the day.” Scar seemed genuinely confused at this. “I helped you un-curse Pearl,” he did air quotes on the word ‘helped,’ “We watched Joe and Cleo argue together, and you came with us to fix Tango’s house.” Of course he didn’t do much other than laugh at Tango’s misfortune, but it was the thought that counted. “Just ‘cause it didn’t go to plan doesn’t mean I didn’t have a good time.” After all, not much went according to plan on the hermitcraft server.

Now Scar was smiling. “So I didn’t ruin the day with magical misfits?”

“Not at all.” TFC reached for his mug and emptied it one last time, then stretched before heading out. “But now I gotta get going. I don’t like my chances against the mobs with my crappy iron gear.”

Scar waved once more as TFC disappeared into the nether portal. “Goodnight TFC! And thanks again, for everything!”

TFC smiled as he made his way through the nether tunnels back home. Scar did a lot more for the hermits than he realized, allowing them to be free with their magic in a way they couldn’t back home, TFC included. He’d created a home for all sorts of ‘magic misfits’ as Scar put it, and he performed an invaluable service, whether he realized it or not.

He’s a good kid. Just needs some reminding every once in a while. 

[guacam011y]

***SPOILERS FOR WANDAVISION EPISODE 6***

So I’m still processing everything but holy shite that ep was wild...

FIRST THINGS FIRST - WANDA, VISION, BILLY AND PIETRO ALL IN COMIC ACCURATE-ISH COSTUMES AND TOMMY IN A MINI QUICKSILVER COSTUME

PIETRO CALLING BILLY AND TOMMY DEMON SPAWN - GOD DAMMIT, IT’S MEPHISTO ISN’T IT? HOUSE OF M HERE WE COME

HERB ASKING WANDA IF SHE WANTED SOMETHING CHANGED

AGNES ASKING VISION ABOUT THE AVENGERS AND STUFF AND AT FIRST SHE SEEMED GENUINELY FREAKED OUT BUT THEN STARTED LAUGHING MANIACALLY AND I STILL DON’T TRUST HER AND AGNES BEING DRESSED AS A WITCH? AGATHA HARKNESS WAS A WITCH - COINCIDENCE? I THINK NOT!

DARCY LOOKING OVER MONICA’S MED SCANS AND TELLING HER HOW THE HEX AFFECTS HER EACH TIME SHE GOES IN - IS SHE DEVELOPING HER POWERS?

PIETRO’S CORPSE - SCARED ME JUST AS MUCH AS VISION’S

MOVIES SHOWING IN THE THEATRE IN THE BACKGROUND - THE INCREDIBLES: A MOVIE BASED AROUND A SUPERHERO FAMILY AND THE PARENT TRAP: A MOVIE ABOUT TWINS WHO MEET AT CAMP AND TRY AND SET THEIR PARENTS UP

DON’T GO PAST ELLIS AVENUE - NOW I DON’T KNOW IF THIS IS A CONNECTION OR JUST A COINCIDENCE BUT ELLIS IS THE LAST NAME OF THE PRESIDENT DURING IRON MAN 3

TOMMY HAVING HIS SPEED POWERS AND BILLY HAVING HIS REALITY WARPING/TELEKINETIC POWERS - WELCOME SPEED AND WICCAN

A CALL BACK TO INFINITY WAR WHEN VISION EXITED THE HEX? SLIGHTLY DUSTING AND HE PROBABLY WON’T SURVIVE BEING OUTSIDE OF THE HEX - HE’LL JUST DIE AGAIN 🥲

I STILL DON’T TRUST HAYWARD - HE’S VERY SUS

DARCY BEING TAKEN INTO THE HEX WITH THE OTHER S.W.O.R.D AGENTS - HOPEFULLY WE CAN SEE THE OUTFITS THAT KAT DENNING’S WAS EXCITED ABOUT

I SWEAR THEY BETTER NOT STRAIGHTWASH BILLY AND TOMMY OR I WILL RIOT 😤

***FURTHER UPDATES***

So sit-com wise, it seems they were referencing Malcolm in the Middle as the twins broke the fourth wall and talked to the audience, like Malcolm did

However, the theme song has told the viewer to stop questioning the reality of Westview - which could be a little reference to Mystery Science Theatre 3000? - When Pietro first shows up in the title sequence, along with his name title card, the lyrics say “Though there may be no way of knowing who’s come to play” - Istg, I do not trust Pietro

Vision says to Wanda that he had to wear his Halloween costume because there were no other clothes in his closet, Wanda is trying to move the plot along and forcing Vision to play along

Evan Peters’ ‘Mom’ tattoo is shown, which is a tattoo he actually has in real life ! But could this stand for ‘Multiverse of Madness’ or some other red herring?

Pietro mentions to Wanda that if he had found ‘Shangri-La’ he wouldn’t want to leave either - Shangri-La is a real place on Earth-616 that was founded by a version of Vision

Tommy refers to Pietro’s speed as ‘kickass’ and then Wanda repeats that, saying ‘kickass’ again - Aaron Taylor-Johnson and Evan Peters (both versions of QuickSilver) were in Kick-Ass together

The ad for this episode was freaky af - the character on the beach who starved and decomposed could be a little nod to Indiana Jones, where a Nazi’s face melts in - and it could also be reference to Wanda being all alone and struggling to process her grief. The shark in the ad could also be Nightmare or Mephisto or just someone more powerful than Wanda offering her a new beginning with Vision or trapped her in some way - and is feeding off her magic? The flavour of the yoghurt is strawberry flavoured and strawberry’s are red on the outside and pink-ish on the inside - much like Wanda’s og costume and her magic being red 👀

Pietro and Wanda talk about their Sokovian accents at a point in the episode and how neither have them anymore. Wanda’s, as we know, has disappeared over the course of the MCU movies and Pietro’s just doesn’t exist - another nice little nod to Peter Maximoff from the fox X-Men films? Also, Pietro states that “I’m just trying to do my part, okay? Come to town unexpectedly, create tension with the brother-in-law, stir up trouble with the Rugrats (a 90’s cartoon 👀) and ultimately give you grief.” - in reference to the grief part, could Pietro be killed off again? Stir up trouble with the rugrats, being possible shards of the demon Mephisto’s soul, could this be Mephisto trying to influence them on a deeper level? It’s also many many common sitcom clichès

Pietro talks about how “I got shot like a chump on the street for no reason at all” - nice little nod to how Pietro was killed off unnecessarily and how we as a fandom still talk about how regular bullets shouldn’t have killed him

Herb is dressed as Frankenstein’s monster - Dr. Frankenstein created his monster and soon lost control over him, and he was created using electricity or lightning - much like Vision was created and brought to life by Thor using Mjolnïr to bring lightning down to his incubator thingy majig. Could this also be a reference to either Wanda slowly losing control over Westview or someone else controlling Wanda/controlling the citizens of Westview - we saw in episode 3 that Agnes told Herb to be quiet as it seemed he was about to spill the beans 👀

Vision goes towards Ellis avenue and is at a ‘crossroads’ of sorts - in folklore, crossroads are often used to speak to or summon the devil and are also used when an important character is making a decision that could change everything. He spots some citizens repeating certain actions and/or just standing completely still, could these be npc’s (non playable characters)? And now that the barrier of the Hex has spread, will those citizens now start to move? 👀 Also I know that all stop signs look like it, but the stop sign is also a red hexagon 🛑

Darcy scrolls through Hayward’s computer files and goes past a file called “Project C4-113” - it could reference Avengers Issue #113 in which Wanda and Vision both appear on the cover and she says she’s going to make the world pay for Vision’s death. There’s also another file called “Project M5-247” which could be a nod to Avengers Issue #247, which shows the origin of the Eternals and in the same vein, Scarlet Witch and Vision trying to help Captain Marvel. And when Darcy emails Hayward’s cataract plans, you can see the names of “James Alexander and James Gadd” - James Alexander is a visual effects producer on Wandavision and James Gadd works on post production at Marvel

Also: Agnes pulls as Mrs Hart and repeats the same phrase over and over again

After Wanda blasts Pietro, you can see on a fake grave stone the name of “Janell Sammelman”, Janell is a first assistant director on Wandavision

When Wanda moves Westview to save Vision, she turns S.W.O.R.D and it’s agents into clowns + a circus - I just love that the agents turned into clowns 😂 but there is a nice little plot line in the comics where Scarlet Witch, Quicksilver and Hawkeye join the circus - and this COULD be stretch, but earlier in the episode there is the number #22 which could be Avengers Issue #22, which is the Issue that they join the circus

As soon as Vision was brought back into Westview, he was healed - which means if he was to exit again, he probably wouldn’t survive 😭

The episode title is ‘All-New Halloween Spooktackular!” - which “All-New” is a designation that is often used on covers for comic books. And the first issue of the second The Vision and the Scarlet Witch series takes place on Halloween night - but the events in this comics didn’t influence this episode’s plot

Pietro points out that he has the “XY chromosome” - X for X-Men? Plus there’s the X gene 😂

He mentions “Uncle Peter to the rescue” - Peter is the name of Quicksilver from the Fox X-Men Franchise

Pietro and Tommy quote the movie Top Gun (1986) by saying “I fell the need, the need for speed”

Wanda almost seems hesitant to trust this version of Pietro (rightfully so, in my opinion) and is wary of him being around Tommy and Billy

Pietro says some very Mephisto/Nightmare-like things this episode - “Unleash hell, demon spawn!”, “The kids need a father figure”, “Damnit, if Westview isn’t charming as Hell...” - And if Pietro isn’t Mephisto/Nightmare, it HAS to be Agnes or her other half Ralph and Pietro is probably Ralph tbh...or could Pietro just be a scapegoat and Hayward is Ralph? 👀

The theatre in town, which is playing the Incredibles and The Parent Trap, is called the Coronet. There’s a classic poem called “The Coronet” written by Andrew MARVELL (Marvell, is also the true name of the first incarnation of Captain Marvel in the comics) and is about a guy who knows that the sins of mankind led to the death of Christ. He attempts to create a new crown for Christ’s head in an attempt to atone, but finds that there is sin in the crown as well, as the devil is within the crown and therefore he may achieve glory and success with his new creation 👀

Hayward’s confidential project “Cataract” included experimenting on Vision’s body, as was revealed by Darcy (my wife 💙 and Monica is also my wife 💚 and so is Wanda 💛, I just love women, you know? 😂). A cataract is a cloudy area in the lens of the eye that leads to a decrease in vision - is Hayward trying to weaponise Vision? Or maybe even trying to bring Ultron back? Or do what Tony wanted to do in the first place, and make a suit of armour that’s around the world? Either way, it’s for nefarious purposes

Who is Monica’s guy? Jimmy and Monica are off to meet him - could it be Reed Richards (Mr Fantastic)? Or could it be Victor Von Doom (Dr Doom)? Could it be Hank McCoy (Beast)? Or even Adam Brashear (Blue Marvel)? Or if it is a woman, could it be the Skrull daughter of Talos that Monica befriended at the end of Captain Marvel? Could it be Abigail Brand (A major character in recent S.W.O.R.D comics and an Alpha Flight Member)? Or even Toni Ho (Iron Patriot, and could she be introduced to help lay the ground work for my other queen, Riri Williams/Iron Heart?)? Or could it even be Sue Storm (Invisible Woman)?

In the background of the episode we see a number of children and adults dressed up as many different characters, which includes: Sub-Zero from Mortal Kombat, Jason Voorhees, with a sweater striped like Freddy Krueger’s and even a kid that looks dressed in an off-brand Charizard costume 😂 Pokèmon has always been popular, but saw an increase during the 90’s

Pietro and the kids are drinking “Kane Cola” which could be a reference to the 90’s drinks “Jolt Cola” or even “Surge” - it could also, with all the X-Men Easter eggs, be a reference to Garrison Kane, who was a member of Cable’s mercenary team “Six Pack” and is sometimes also known as ‘Weapon X’

The kid that Wanda mentions having a “skin thing” in the orphanage - could that be a reference to her Brotherhood of Evil Mutants co-worker Toad? Or maybe even Mystique? Maybe Kurt Wagner (Nightcrawler)?

One of the houses has a sign up that says ‘Macabre Mansion’ - another possible reference to House of M?

During a flashback, it’s shown that the twins are playing Dance Dance Revolution, which came out in 1999. Also this might be a stretch, but the boys have a dog plushie in their room the right - which is coloured red and black - could this be a reference to Dogpool? 😂

I love this show 🤣💙

[mycatshuman]

Castle of Devils

Chapter 13: Remus is the Worst Wing Man

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Tw: Remus being Remus, swearing

I have a more detailed note at the end, but I just wanted to apologize for how long in between the last update this was, I'm so sorry.

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When Virgil got home, he found Janus rolling through the air whole clutching his stomach as his laughter rang out loudly. Virgil was still reeling from his encounter with Patton and he found himself freezing in the doorway as he stared at the ghost floating in his living room. He blinked. "What?" 

Janus turned to face the vampire, his laugh subdued to giggles. "You never told me-" he cut off once again in a fit of laughter made Virgil even more confused. 

"What? What's so funny?" 

"You never told me that you sparkled!" 

Virgil took a moment to process the sentence before his face dropped into the most annoyed expression anyone could muster. 

Janus crackled joyfully. "They said vampires fucking sparkled in the sun and now I can't stop thinking about you sparkling!" Virgil huffed as he moved to the kitchen and dropped the box of blood bags on the counter. He ignored Janus' loud laughter as he pulled out the blood bags and placed them in an opaque mini container in the back of the fridge. Once he finished he broke up the cardboard box that had been used to hold his blood bags and dropped it behind the recycling bin. Then he stayed quiet for a few moments. 

The ghosts' laughter still rang loudly and Virgil frowned. "Are you done yet?" He yelled. This only resulted in a new explosion of laughter as Janus looked at Virgil and imagined him sparkling all over again. Virgil groaned and let his face drop onto the counter. A thunk could be heard as his head made contact with the harsh surface but Virgil was too annoyed to care. "I should have never let you use my laptop." 

"No! No!" Janus laughed as he floated into the room, face still twisted in amusement as he fought to control his giggles. "I'm done now." 

The vampire mumbled into the counter, not even bothering to lift his head. "I met one of Roman's friends today." 

Janus's amused expression quickly slipped off his face as he moved closer to Virgil. "What happened? Is everything okay?" 

Virgil sighed and dragged himself back up into a standing position. "Yeah, he said his name is Patton and he actually was the blood supplier." The vampire nibbled at his lip anxiously. "He's, uh, planning to open a blood bank for vampires." 

Janus blinked. "What?" 

"Yeah. He's human, got a husband and they're both friends with Roman. Apparently he told them what happened." 

Janus suddenly grew very angry. "Well what the fuck! Why did he run when you told him?"

Virgil stared pointedly at the spirit in front of him. "Probably because Patton might not have told him. Or maybe it's because he saw me kill a man." 

Instantly, Janus's anger gave way to guilt. "I-" he swallowed past the lump in his throat. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that, I should have let you tell him." 

Virgil hummed. "Yeah, you shouldn't have done it but I don't think I would ever be able to work up the courage to tell him myself." The vampire yawned. "I forgive you. I'm going to bed now, see you tomorrow." 

Janus nodded faintly. He watched as Virgil climbed into the bed and crawled under the covers. Janus stayed there for a while after the vampire had fallen asleep until he heard a light knock on the door downstairs. The ghost frowned and sunk down through the floor and glided over to the door. He waited a few moments before he pushed his face through the door and yelped. Janus flung himself back through the door and placed a hand to his chest and took a deep breath to calm his nerves before he phased through the door with a scowl. "What are you doing here, Remus?"  

Remus had been standing creepily close to the door with a broad grin on his face and wide unblinking eyes when Janus looked out the door, scaring the crap out of the ghost. Now he was vibrating in place as he looked at Janus with a mischievous grin. "I have the best idea!" 

Janus raised an eyebrow. "Oh? You do, do you?" 

Remus nodded rapidly and grabbed Janus's form causing the other to gasp. Warmth spread across his being from Remus' hand. It was the first time in a long time that he had felt warmth. God, he craved it. 

Remus dragged Janus to his car and showed a poster board with hastily glued on pictures and messy words littering the surface. The human let go of Janus, missing the quiet whine the ghost let out at the loss of the warmth, and gestured to the display. "I call it operation date night! I'm going to convince Roman to invite Virgil over as a "apology dinner" so he can pretend to apologize and he'll make stuff with "super garlic" in it that will be sure to "kill" a vampire and then when he finds out that it's not killing Virgil, he'll be so mad that he shoves the table out of the way and engage in hot angry sex and then my brother will finally have been laid and I won't have to deal with his sexual frustration anymore!" 

Janus blinked. "I- what? Virgil isn't going to have sex with Roman so soon."

Remus frowned. "Damnit." He stayed silent for a few minutes and Janus found himself wanting to fix the disappointed look in the humans eyes. 

"But, that could actually work to get them to reconcile." 

Remus's eyes lit up. "Yes! And then I can bully them with sex jokes!" Janus bit his lip, both incredibly amused and slightly disturbed. Remus turned to Janus. "Thank you Janus the ghost with the best di-" 

"Remus!" Janus shrieked, flushing red, embarrassed. 

Remus cackled. "Anyway," he started once he settled down. "I'm gonna head home. I'll talk to Roman about it tomorrow. You just have to make sure Virgil accepts." Remus smacked his lips against the ghosts cheek before climbing into his car. "Once this is done, you better be ready for a storm of flirty from me!" And with that final sentence, Remus turned on the car and drove off into the night. 

Janus hovered over the ground for a moment before choosing to ignore that last bit. "I think it's a little unfair that he gets to convince Roman to have this thing while I'm stuck trying to convince an immovable rock to go to this dinner party." He let his head drop to his chest with a sigh before lifting his head up and turning back to the house. "I guess all I have to do now is to wait." 

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Roman was suspicious of his brother. Recently, he had been on his laptop laughing maniacally every hour as if he was plotting. Remus usually was plotting something but this one felt a little different. Normally, his brother would brag to him about his plans, but this one he was working on, he hadn't. Which meant it probably had something to do with him. 

It was a bit alarming. Remus's plots could range from mild inconvenience to complete and utter embarrassment. Neither of which was something Roman wanted to deal with at the moment. After all, he still had the vampire to worry about. 

Speaking of the vampire, as time went on and as often as Roman found himself left alone with his thoughts, he discovered his feelings concerning the vampire and the entire situation becoming more and more complex as time went on. In his mind, he knew vampires were dangerous and a threat to humans. But at the same time, his heart was crying for Virgil. For the creative little emo that had stolen his heart in under a month. 

And his heart knew, it knew that Virgil would never hurt him. Or anyone if he didn't have to. The Virgil he saw in that nightmare and the Virgil he had come to know were different people. Virgil had changed, that he knew. In his heart of course. Roman's heart truly knew that Virgil was a complex person and he knew that he was a good person. 

His mind, however, had other things to say. His mind knew of the capabilities of a vampire and its strength and its powers. His mind believed it knew all the facts there were to know about a vampire. In fact, Roman's mind was the reason he wasn't listening to his heart. It had suppressed his feelings so strongly that Roman was living in denial. 

Remus knew this, of course. It was one of the reasons why he was pushing so hard to get Virgil and Roman together. A reason that he told no one. He had a reputation to uphold after all. Thankfully, he would soon be taking care of it. At least that was his plan. 

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"Say, Roman?" Remus called out as he lounged upside down on the couch. 

Roman looked up from the book he was reading. It was the third book on vampires that week. The older of the two had taken to reading everything that had ever mentioned vampires in an attempt to find a way he could fight Virgil. It was a bit of a dramatic reaction but that was Roman for you. "Yeah?"

If you really want to kill Virgil-" Roman flinched but Remus pushed forward. He knew calling the vampire by his name would eventually make his brother see that it was still the man he fell for just with some enhanced abilities and a weird appetite. "Why don't you just take him on a date, pretend you've seen the error of your ways but order him something with a lot of garlic?"

Roman blinked. He had….never thought about that. He hummed thoughtfully. "I suppose that could work." 

"Or if you want you could just invite him over and make something with a lot of garlic. Then when he eats it, it'll weaken him and then you can stab him with a stake." 

Roman stared in horrific awe of his brother. "I can't believe something that would have horrified me before is so sensible now." He slouched in his chair and placed a hand over his face. "My brother is making sense, the world's gone mad." 

Remus chuckled. "Or if you want you can just get your freak on with Virgil instead of trying to kill him. Maybe you have a biting kink?" 

Roman flushed scarlet and threw his book at his brother. "SHUT UP YOU DEMON!" 

Remus only snorted as he slid down off the couch. "I'm just saying, it's an option." 

Roman only groaned in response.

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Roman had to admit his brother's idea was a pretty good one. The, inviting the vampire to dinner to poison him one, not the other one. It would hopefully lower the vampires' guard and maybe, just maybe, he could pull it off without the vampire noticing. 

So, without any other options, Roman set about making up a perfect dinner. Roasted garlic potatoes? Check! Chicken alfredo, rich with garlic seasoning? Check! Holy water for a drink? Check! And all that was left for him to do was to invite the vampire over, cook, and set up the scene. What could go wrong? 

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[krinsbez]

The Heroes, Season Two: The Most Deadly Game

@skjam​, @jcogginsa​, @maxwell-grant​, @anyone else interested...

-The Era: The ‘30s.

-The Location: A jungle island in the Caribbean (I think?)

-The Heroes: Pat Savage; Jane Porter Clayton, Lady Greystoke; Laurence “Larry” Talbot

-The Villains: General Zaroff; The Wolf Man

-The Concept...

Original suggestion by @jcogginsa​...

- General Zaroff, the antagonist of ‘The Most Dangerous  Game’ sinks a cruise ship, which he believes Doc Savage is aboard,  believing that Savage will survive and make it to Zaroff’s island, where  he can hunt him for sport. Unfortunately, he’s misinformed, because the  Savage aboard the ship is actually Patricia Savage, not Clark. She,  along with other pulp heroes who were aboard, then have to deal with  Zaroff. Possibly with the Wolfman and Tarzan involved

Comment by @skjam​:

“Most Dangerous  Game” with Pat Savage?  If you want to make things really tough for  Zaroff, team her up with Jane Clayton, Lady Greystoke.  By the third  Tarzan book, Jane’s the second-best person in the world at jungle  survival.  (She drops back to third once their son reaches his teens.)

Comment by @krinsbez​:

-On Most Dangerous Game: I love the concept, but I can’t buy Gen. Zaroff by himself as being a legitimate threat when Tarzan is involved? (as far as I’m concerned. kidnapping Jane is a form of suicide)

Comment by @jcogginsa​:

Re: Most Dangerous Game, Perhaps Jane was travelling separately from Tarzan for plot related reasons. Alternatively, while Jane manages to escape the Ship due to the place she happened to be in, Tarzan was trapped aboard it. So while She and Pat are dealing with Zaroff and whoever he’s got with him, Tarzan to going through The Poseidon adventure 

Comment by @maxwell-grant​:

Re: Most Dangerous Game. I think Tarzan’s inclusion can actually be a good way to set the pace of the story. He’s not gonna be in the actual roster of characters trapped in Zaroff’s game, because the minute Tarzan meets Zaroff, it’s game over. Instead of making Tarzan a supporting player or main character, we make him to Zaroff what the Crocodile is to Captain Hook.

Maybe Zaroff is either using Jane specifically because he set his sights on the man who most embodies “the most dangerous game” and suicidally thinks he’s a match for Tarzan, or he wants to get rid of Jane as soon as possible because he knows Greystoke is WAY out of his league, and he figures he has to kill her and kill her NOW before Tarzan gets there (he may even consider letting her leave, but then reason that she would eventually tell Tarzan and he’d come after him anyway). His desperation grows as his attempts grow bolder, putting more danger on the characters but also painting a bigger target on his own back as the odds of him being spared a gruesome demise diminish by the second.

Putting somewhat of a role reversal where not only our characters have to deal with being hunted, but our villain hunting them is also dealing with being hunted himself, and he’s either scared shitless or unreasonably excited over it. Maybe both. Having Zaroff as a co-protagonist of sorts I think could be a way to shake up the structure compared to the last season, since he’s very different from Count Satan and a far more dynamic, engaging character. For our heroes, the time is ticking until Zaroff finds them. And for Zaroff, the time is ticking until Tarzan finds him. Will our heroes defeat Zaroff and escape? Will Zaroff kill one or more of them before Tarzan arrives? Will Tarzan arrive in time?

Another note: Zaroff’s casting. I don’t really have too strong of an idea but one that comes to mind is Jemaine Clement, based on his performances as Boris the Animal and particularly Vladislav (genuinely one of my favorite on-screen Draculas). Someone who can play a decadent, aristocratic villain who can be both reasonably intimidating but also humorous and likeable enough for us to even sort of root for him, even as he’s being a dastardly ghoul.

His comedy chops in particular make me think he could do a great job at depicting the gradual mental breakdown of Zaroff as his ego unravels and all his plans fail and he grows all the more desperate to kill the girl and her stupid friends NOW before that damn dirty ape man gets here and ruins everything oh god he’s gonna be here any minute NO, WHAT NONSENSE, I AM THE GRREAT COUNT ZAROFF, I SHOULD BE RRR-RELISHING THE ODDS OF FACING THE GRRREATEST OF BEASTS, BUT OH GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE WHY WON’T SHE DIE-

Comment by @jcogginsa​:

I definitely think Zaroff would be excited, though I could also see the mixture being a good idea.

One thing I worry about regarding Tarzan’s presence as a looming threat for Zaroff is that it might do a disservice to the leads to have the villain constantly fearing the arrival of a different character. However, I gives me an idea.

Basically, at some point within the season, Zaroff begins receiving updates from his servants, regarding the approach of Tarzan, eventually getting to the point where Tarzan is actively on the island, and Zaroff has to move quickly so as to simultaneously hunt the girls while avoiding him.

Then in the Climax, the truth comes out: Tarzan was never there. He hasn’t even received word of the boat’s sinking yet, so he doesn’t even know Jane is in danger. The updates on his approach were orchestrated by the girls, as a form of psychological warfare to throw Zaroff off his game.

Comment by @maxwell-grant​:

@jcogginsa​ Perfect. Absolutely perfect. I see no reason to do anything different.

It allows both for Zaroff’s fears and desperation to keep stewing until a boiling point and for him to grow into the co-protagonist role but also doesn’t downplay the worth of our protagonists. I imagined early on that Tarzan would have little to no role in the proceedings and the downfall of Zaroff (and whatever other villain we may team him with) would be brought entirely by the girls under his nose, but to have Tarzan not even be on his way not only ups the tension for the girls, but it also makes their victory more impressive.

In regards to Zaroff being scared of Tarzan: I suggest it mostly because I think it leads to fun scenarios and also makes him a bit of an underdog even which better suits my idea of Zaroff as almost the co-protagonist, but I do think it can be grounded in stronger reasons. I imagine Zaroff wouldn’t be scared of Doc Savage, despite also being someone bordering on superhuman, because Doc isn’t exactly known for being a wild man of legend who is perfectly willing to inflict savage jungle brutality on those who cross him and his allies, Doc is known as a great adventurer, man of science and crimefighter. Zaroff, in his arrogance, would think of Doc as a great challenge, but one he could take. A city dweller spoiled by his riches and privilege. He would like to think of himself as able to overcome Doc, as he overcomes the jungle and all savage beings in it. “It appears Clark Jr wasn’t much of a Savage after all”, he says as he mounts a new head on his wall.

Of course Count Zaroff at first is going to be dissappointed that the Savage he was looking to hunt is not the great doctor, but merely his female cousin. And Zaroff isn’t going to be scared of Jane. Why, the Grreat Count Zaroff, being scared of, dare I say it, a WOMAN? TWO, EVEN? PRREPOSTEROUS.

But the Legendary Count Greystoke, Tarzan of the Apes, he who kills and skins lions with his bare hands, fears nothing and no one, who knows the jungle far better than Zaroff ever could and can rely on all it’s inhabitants for help, and is known for being fiercely protective of the woman he loves and has killed men for lesser offenses? Zaroff isn’t that suicidal, and of course the girls use the fact that they are underestimated to their advantage. Zaroff only thinks of the girls, and whoever else they are with, as targets, and Tarzan as the only threat he is terrified and excited for in equal measure, and that becomes his undoing.

Comment by @jcogginsa​:

I’m glad you like the idea Max. A further thought on the season: When I first pitched the idea, I recall throwing out the possibility of the Wolf Man, Lawrence Talbot, being present, and I’d like to expand on that.

The idea goes that Zaroff has let the Wolfman loose on his island, with the intent of passing him off as a beast terrorizing the local populace. The reason he does this is because he quite admires Doc Savage, and before he hunts the man, he’d like to hunt alongside him. Pat and Jane are initially a disappointment to him, as he figures that women aren’t really good enough to make for an entertaining hunt. However, when Pat and Jane hear about the ‘beast’, they insist on helping the hunt, since they’re good conscious won’t let them leave that be.

In the process of hunting the Wolfman and (seemingly) killing him, Zaroff becomes impressed enough with them that he decides they’re good prey after all. Jane and Pat eventually meet up with Lawrence, who tells him of Zaroff’s original plan of hunting Doc, and that’s when they put together the Tarzan fake out plan. They figure that if Zaroff’s goal was to hunt Doc, then he could have simply sent Pat to inform him of the ‘threat’ so as to lure him to the island, and that the only reason why he wouldn’t have done so would be because it would draw Tarzan to the island as well

And I think we’re caught up!

So, I like the idea of having poor Larry in the mix; it’s even possible he volunteered for the gig, because I’m pretty sure that at this point (while I don’t believe we have an official timeframe for the Universal Monsters films, they all take place in the late Nineteenth century, so Larry’s been The Wolf Man for decades) he’s pretty much given up on being cured, and is now trying to find a way to die that will actually stick (at this point he’s been “killed” with silver and then revived by magic or mad science so many times it doesn’t work anymore, it just keeps him down for a few years or less), and Zaroff has convinced him he can do that.

It very quickly becomes apparent Zaroff lied about that, and Larry is Not. Happy. I mean, even more so than usual. Also, Zaroff failed to mention there would be other people on the island who might become Wolf Man chow, or that said people would be female.

I also imagine that Zaroff underestimated how dangerous The Wolf Man is; he figured, OK it’s basically an oversized wolf, and I’ve killed loads of those, as long as I keep some silver rounds on hand, it’ll be fine. He’s a modern man, not prone to believing in peasant superstitions, and did not really comprehend how unnaturally vicious and hard to kill the thing is.

It also adds an extra element of danger, even if Tarzan does arrive, because his usual toolbox is not gonna help with The Wolf Man, and in fact is liable to get him turned into a werewolf himself, and the idea of Tarzan as a werewolf is too terrible to contemplate.

On the plus side, Pat’s pretty confident her cousin can cure him. She just has to convince Larry of that.

[the-girl-in-the-box]

Not Today XXVI

A/N: So, there's gonna be a lot of plot here that we've sort of... seen in the show? But it is necessary to move the plot forward, and I hope I've changed it up enough to keep it interesting! I'm also hoping to focus a lot on the "behind the scenes" of Ivar's and Asta's plans, but also soon we'll be getting more answers to what the end of the last chapter means! Until then, I hope you enjoy this update! Skål!

Summary:  When Ivar takes the throne of Kattegat, Lagertha flees to Wessex along with Björn, Ubbe, Torvi, and the Bishop Heahmund. There, they seek the aid of King Alfred. This aid comes in the form of his sister, Aethelind, who agrees to travel to Kattegat and try to reason Ivar, who she spent some time with during their youth, when her grandfather King Ecbert hosted Ragnar Lothbrok in their castle. Now, she is the only hope for Lagertha and her supporters to retake Kattegat from Ivar the Boneless.

Masterlist

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They woke the next morning to the sound of bells, and to the feeling of Oleg shoving them slightly to wake them. “Ivar, Asta. Get up,” he said, and Asta grumbled and buried her face more into Ivar’s shoulder. His grip on her only tightened as she squirmed a little closer.

Oleg tried again, and this time, the pair stirred and looked up at him, irritation clear in their eyes- as well as a bit of exhaustion. “We have to leave,” he said, and went to wake up Igor, who still slept where Asta had put him to bed.

Once Asta had gotten up, and Ivar was sitting up as she went to straighten her hair, he began to speak. “I was dreaming, that my wine was poisoned, and that that’s the reason why I did not drink it,” he said, his eyes following her across the room. He finally tore his eyes from her to look to Oleg. “Why did you have to kill your brother?”

Oleg paused, turning back to look at Ivar. Asta had also stopped moving about and was now watching Oleg. He turned, looked to Igor, and answered, “Because this child belongs to me. Not to Askold, not to anyone else. His father made me his guardian.”

“What did Askold do?” Ivar questioned then.

“I heard reports,” Oleg said. “Askold was grooming the child. He was trying to steal him away from me. And that I could not allow.”

Asta noticed the way Ivar’s eyes narrowed, the look on his face which showed he didn’t quite approve. “He’s just a child,” he argued.

Oleg was silent for a few moments, before saying, “No,” and walking back toward Ivar. Asta leaned against one of the bedposts, her eyes following Oleg closely. “He’s not just a child. He’s the only legitimate heir. To control him is to possess the only keys to the Kingdom.” He stopped to look back at Igor, who was still sleeping soundly, before turning back to Ivar once more. “I mean to keep those keys safe about me.”

Ivar simply hummed in response, though he seemed skeptical. Oleg gave a nod, and then finally went back to Igor, who he began trying to wake, as Asta went to sit next to Ivar.

“Interesting thoughts about this all, hm?” she whispered to him in her own tongue. This earned another thoughtful hum from the Viking King as he turned to her.

“Indeed,” he replied. “I think… perhaps we should keep said keys safe about us as well, hm?”

“The child?” Asta questioned. “You mean to take him away?”

Ivar shrugged a little in the way that said he wasn’t closed off to the idea, even if he wasn’t fully agreeing to it just yet. “Perhaps,” he said. “Either way, it would be wise to be close to him.”

Asta nodded a little, and turned back to watch Oleg and Igor. Something the former said had scared the latter, but the sound of a horn blowing interrupted them all, and their attentions all looked out the window to see what it might have been.

“What is happening?” Ivar questioned Oleg.

Oleg sighed a little. “Seems like we have visitors,” he said vaguely.

The Commander came into the room and spoke to his Prince, making Asta and Ivar share a look, confused and concerned. Ivar decided to say something about this.

“Oleg, what is happening?” he demanded. “Hm?”

“I forgot to tell you,” Oleg began to reply, seeming almost put out. “I have another brother.”

Ivar and Asta’s eyes both widened. Another brother? They exchanged a look as Oleg added, “It seems like he wants to talk to us.”

Oleg almost stalked out of the room, and Asta and Ivar shared another look. This continued to get stranger, this situation. When they heard Igor slide out of bed and drop to the floor, they turned to see what he was doing, watched him hide behind the changing screen. Asta got up and walked over toward the boy as Ivar got to the ground and crawled toward him, Igor poking his head out to look at the two.

“You don’t have to be afraid,” Ivar assured him. Igor looked outside, then back to him, and drug his finger across his throat, making a face as if pained, before hiding again.

Asta’s face contorted in concern, as Ivar turned to look over his shoulder, brows creased as he thought. Oleg’s brother would kill him.

“Should I stay with the boy?” Asta questioned, her eyes glancing down at Ivar. He looked up at her thoughtfully. After a few moments, he nodded.

“Yes,” he said. “Be sure no one comes to hurt him. Hm?”

Asta nodded, and Ivar moved to start putting his braces on his legs. She moved to help him, and once they were done, she pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I’ll be here, love,” she told him. “Go.”

He smiled up at her and kissed her cheek, before going back to Igor. The sound of Ivar’s crutch growing quieter signaled that he was headed out of the room, and so she knelt down in front of Igor.

She waved, a way of saying hello, as she couldn’t speak his language, and he waved in response and said, “Pryvit.”

“Pryvit,” she repeated. She put her hand to her chest, indicating herself, and said, “Asta.” Igor gave a small nod, and repeated her name. “Yes, exactly.” Asta nodded and smiled warmly at him.

She got Igor to get ready for the day, just in case they needed to make a quick escape, and then moved him to another room, one with a warm fireplace and comfortable seating. Igor was relaxing, and Asta was sitting beside him, keeping an eye out for any signs of danger. Not that she was armed, but she didn’t require a sword to fight anymore.

It wasn’t long before they heard the sound of a crutch, and so they both looked up. Asta was grinning, and she gestured to Ivar. “Maðr minn,” she told Igor. She stood to go to Ivar, and kissed his cheek lovingly.

“Cholovik,” Igor said then, and Asta repeated the word.

Ivar gave her a tight-lipped smile and a short hum, coming into the room more. Igor gestured for him to sit on the small stool, and Asta went back to her seat beside Igor. Ivar was still smiling, but then he almost seemed to cough. The moment he coughed again, he leaned forward, and she realized he wasn’t coughing, but gagging. An image of Askold falling to the poison filtered through her mind, and she suddenly sound her heart pounding. He couldn’t have been poisoned.

Suddenly, he popped a small ball out of his mouth, which he then produced and looked at as if stunned. He coughed again and suddenly spat out two more balls, high up into the air, and he caught them both, before showing them all to Igor. The boy was laughing, and Asta relaxed a little. Ivar was fine, and only trying to play a joke on Igor.

Igor hopped up and ran to grab what looked like some sort of instrument, which he returned to his seat and began to play. While he was gone, Asta got up and wandered over to Ivar, her hands going to his shoulders and her chin resting on his head. “You scared me,” she told him. She pressed a kiss to his hair, and he turned to look up at her, humming.

“I did not mean to,” he said. He kissed her stomach as an apology.

The truth was, though they had kissed the night before, and though both had confessed things to the other, neither could be sure what exactly that meant for them, and it wasn’t as if they had time to discuss it. They kept up the affectionate relationship they showed to those around theirselves, but when it was only them? Who knew what would come of it?

Ivar relaxed quite a bit as he listened to Igor playing, and Asta couldn’t help but kiss his head once more. She knew how badly he’d wanted to be a father, and she wished so badly that his son hadn’t died. It made her heart ache to see how badly he still wanted it.

The sound of approaching footprints reached their ears, but neither of them looked away from Igor just yet. They wanted him to finish his song before they looked away. So, when he did, they all turned to look at Oleg. He said something in his own tongue to Igor, and then, “Asta, Ivar?” With that, he turned and left. Ivar gave a great sigh, pulling himself to his feet.

“Woof, woof,” Ivar grumbled, and Asta chuckled quietly. She turned to glance at Igor, who seemed disappointed, and so she reached down and brushed a hand through his hair. He gave her a small smile, which she returned, before leaving with Ivar to follow Oleg.

They walked into the main hall, though Oleg hung back, and so Ivar sat in one of the chairs at the table, Asta sitting to his immediate right. Many Queens sat to the left of their Kings, but not her. She was first and foremost his Prophet. She would sit at his right hand.

Oleg’s brother, who had been introduced to Asta as Prince Dir, was pacing the room as they waited on the Prince Regent himself. Eventually, he joined them, eating an apple. All eyes turned to him, and Dir said, “You have had two hours. What is your decision?”

Asta looked confusedly to Ivar, assuming he would explain to her, and he did. It was a quick explanation of the situation, how Dir was threatening Oleg and the two of them in exchange for custody of Igor.

“I told you,” Dir said to Oleg. “Hand over the boy, or I kill you and the cripple. And his Queen, as she has joined us.”

A glare narrowed Asta’s eyes as she sat up straighter, leaned over more toward Ivar. Clearly, she took that threat seriously, and didn’t intend for it to go through. Oleg gave a hum, and took another bite of his apple.

“Perhaps you have forgotten what I said. I said, ‘unless you release the four of us, unharmed, then in a day or so, a terrible thing will happen to you’.”

“I don’t believe you,” Dir replied. “You don’t really have second sight.”

“I think maybe you should believe him,” Ivar spoke up, watching the two Princes.

“What has this to do with you?” Dir questioned.

“Nothing,” Ivar said. He smirked. “Everything.”

Dir chuckled, unconvinced. “You are bluffing,” he told Oleg. “But let me give you the benefit of the doubt, and ask you a question only a true Prophet could answer.”

Asta and Ivar shared a look, considering she too was called Prophet. Would this be something he would want to test in her as well, or only in Oleg?

“I recently got married,” Dir said. “In secret.” Asta found her eyes darting to Ivar, only to find his eyes quickly looking back to Dir. So they’d had the same thought, then. Interesting. “The identity of my wife is only known to a few trusted servants. Not even Askold knew about my nuptials and the name of my wife. But I assume…” He turned slowly to face Oleg once more. “That you know. Don’t you, brother?”

He had approached Oleg, who was sitting on the table finishing his apple, but now stood to his full height, almost making Dir have to take a step back. Almost complete silence filled the room, aside from the natural sound which couldn’t be avoided. Oleg eventually confirmed, “I know your wife’s name. I know everything.”

He smirked and walked around to the side of the table, not noticing the skeptical look Ivar and Asta shared. He was eating their lies right out of their hands. How could he possibly know everything?

The brief realization that he could, in fact, be pretending occurred to them both, but they also both elected to ignore it. They’d rather survive this encounter first, then deal with Oleg later.

“What are you waiting for?” Dir ended up pushing. “Tell me her name.” When Oleg remained silent, Dir chuckled. “You see?” he called, turning to face his soldiers. “He doesn’t know her name. He’s bluffing after all!” He scoffed and gave a small shake of his head. “I knew it…You don’t know her name.”

“Anna.”

Ivar and Asta looked at Oleg when he spoke. Almost as quickly as they had done that, they looked to Dir for confirmation. They couldn’t see the way his face fell, especially as Oleg repeated, “Her name is Anna,” but the silence was telling as it was. “You were married at the church of St. Magnus Martyr here in Novgorod. I believe… this is the lady in question.”

He stepped aside, and Asta and Ivar turned to see a young woman standing there, clearly feeling quite anxious. Asta couldn’t hold in a gasp, and Ivar put his hand on her arm to calm her. She didn’t need to give away that she hadn’t known. After all, wasn’t she meant to be a Prophet, too?

Dir turned as well to face the girl called Anna, and the unsettled look that passed through his eyes made Oleg begin to laugh. “Am I right?” he questioned, though they all knew he had been. “This is your new bride, Anna.”

Ivar couldn’t help himself in applauding, though Asta did not. That seemed to be the image they gave off, these days. Ivar would approve of something Oleg might have done, and though Asta wouldn’t give her disapproval, she wouldn’t give her approval, either.

“Now, my dearest brother,” Oleg began. “You will give the four of us safe passage out of here, or my promise will come true.”

There were a few moments of tense silence, while all waited to see what Dir would do. Even he himself didn’t seem quite to know, until he commanded finally, “Order the warriors to stand down. Prince Oleg and his party should be untroubled when they leave, if they agree not to harm my wife.”

Ivar seemed stunned they were getting away with this, and Asta tried to just keep a small smile on her lips, as if she had expected this. Oleg, however, seemed almost offended, a bit concerned. “I don’t need to harm your wife,” he said, and then turned to her, calling, “Anna, come. Come!”

She ran from where she had been standing to Prince Dir, who wrapped an arm tightly and protectively around her. Asta chose to stand, and begin making her way toward the three gathered opposite the table from herself and Ivar.

“We meet so rarely, Dir,” Oleg said as she made her approach. “It’s unfortunate that it has to be in such circumstances. But the next time… will be different.”

“You have the boy,” Dir said, his eyes only briefly glancing over to Asta as she came to a stop beside Oleg. “You don’t need to see me again.”

“But we are family,” Oleg protested. “Family is important!” Dir took his wife by the arm and started to leave the hall, but Oleg called out his name. When his brother turned, he suggested, “We should stay in touch.”

“Perhaps,” Dir said vaguely. “Just don’t invite me for dinner.”

With that, they started off, but not without Ivar calling after them, “You forgot to say goodbye to the cripple!”

The door closed.

“Well,” Asta sort of huffed. “He was pleasant.”

“He is going to come for Igor,” Oleg said. “We need to return to Kiev, and we need to take control of the situation.”

Asta walked back to the table, which she rested her hands on and then leaned fully against. There was silence as they all thought, and she finally spoke up. “We need to move Igor to safety as well as eliminating the threat,” she said. “If we can capture Dir…”

“Yes,” Oleg agreed. “Then we will have all the pieces to this puzzle accounted for.”

“Then that’s what we do,” Asta said, and gave a curt nod, straightening again. “Ivar, let’s go get Igor. Oleg, be ready to go as soon as we’re ready. We can’t waste any time.”

Oleg nodded, and it was only once Asta and Ivar had left that he realized she had entirely taken over his plans. She knew how to command a room. Of course, she had been Queen in Kattegat- one of them- and he was beginning to believe she was the more militant of the two. Perhaps she had stood with Ivar in each war meeting, perhaps she had gone into battle with him each time he went. It certainly made sense- if one wanted to bring an entire room of Viking men to heel, they had to be able to command that sort of respect from them. He simply… hadn’t expected that from the previously rather quiet woman.

What else might she be capable of, that he would not expect?

“You are planning something.”

Asta couldn’t help the smile that came to her lips as she heard how good Ivar was getting at speaking her tongue. His fluency was improving, the more they used it to keep their words to themselves.

“Of course I am,” she replied. “I don’t trust Oleg as far as I could throw him, and I don’t like Dir. But having them both in Kiev, an eventual decision between them will be easier to make, and I want them both where an eye can be kept on them.”

Ivar’s eyes widened a bit, and he nodded. “You have a talent for strategizing, don’t you?” he commented, looking to her. Asta laughed a little.

“Of course,” she said. “How else do you think I actually convinced my brother to send me to Kattegat?”

He hummed as he considered that, and nodded. “The gods have… allowed much to be taken from me since that day you arrived,” he mused, walking along beside her. “But they have also given me the best ally I could have asked for.”

Asta shot him a look as if she were devastated. “Don’t tell me you buy into everything Oleg says?” she questioned, and Ivar chuckled.

“Of course not,” he said, and bumped her. “You know I meant you.”

“Yes, I did,” she said. “I just wanted you to say it.”

He couldn’t help but laugh at her words, shaking his head in an affectionately amused sort of way. They’d be back to Kiev soon, and he knew her plans would work well for them. Letting Dir be captured and brought there would help them, in some way, eventually. But, they would take their time in getting to know the boy, Igor, and just as Oleg had said- he would be the key to all of this. They only needed to determine which door he would need to unlock.

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October favorites 2021!

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Nov. 11/ 2021

Hello it’s Remembrance day!

It’s weird that I would chose today of all days to write the November favorites, I’m kidding it’s actually because I have a snow day tomorrow, I was supposed to have a midterm but it was cancelled earlier today. So I dropped the studying and decided to write this instead.

School has been hectic and it’s only going to get worse from here since I found out all my finals are crammed together for two weeks one after the other....and I have 9 of them...I’m going to die

At least I’ll have to make sure to buy booze for after I’m done because I’ll need it. Anyway, it’s been a month, how have all you been doing? Good I hope. I was going to actually dedicate this month’s favorites to just the updated titles, but I feel like there are some manhwas that I have not yet shared and should do so since I don’t have time to read anything new anymore.

I’ll also do some updates for the ongoing titles; it was what I was planning to do anyways.

Alright, let’s get going shall we?

Sheena

Recap:

Okay i’m going to start to rearrange this by status instead of just a list.

Completed

December rain

Hold me tight

Dine with a vampire

Karasugoka don’t be shy!

Inner beauty

My purrfect boss

Oh! My assistant

no secrets between us

Private lessons

No way, vampires don't exist

Stanning 101

Path to you

Tied up in Twins

Stigma

Hand in Hand

The good teacher

Behind the scenes

The sales department’s cupid

BJ Alex

Unintentional love story

Crash into me

Unrippened expression

Smurf’s world (s1)

False memories

Here u are

Ongoing  

whose baby is it?

Social temperature

Salad days

To be or not to be

Semantic Error

My Suha

Turn off the camera

Murderous lewellyn candlelit dinner

Pearl boy

The third ending

Mr. Miss

Liveta

Secret relationships

Kings Maker (S2)

Back to work

Updates on ongoing titles:

To be or not to be:

Okay well this is still going and I thought it ended, but it looks like the protagonists got together in then end only to have one of them die again and get reincarnated into another body...I’m like ok...what is the point anymore? I might end up dropping this cause I just don’t know where the story is going anymore. Lol.

My suha:

Yes i think the author is dragging this on for a while now and I wish it gotten to the point, but it looks like it’s going into the meat of the story and could finish up soon. What I like about this so far is the fact that the red head is an a*hole and deserves to be in prison for life, but he’s not the real enemy. Suha very much dislikes him and it’s clearly shown that he will not leave jiwoon because of this prick, nor does he have feelings for the red head like he did in the past. I think the real villain of this story is the grandmother, everything jiwoon went through and emotional trauma was done by her..and of course suha respects her from how she supported his family since they were young. So unless suha can see that she is the one who has a hold on jiwoon, they can never really understand each other. No matter how many times suha expresses his love to jiwoon it would mean nothing because jiwoon believes that suha can leave him at any moment.

Which in all honestly he could if he wanted to, and probably should because of the situation. Jiwoon now has become too scared to let go and that is really frightening, but I read a similar story to this which has the same plot line and I remember that couple suffered a lot too but in the end one of them was able to let go and they met again a couple years later and they both were in a better place. I feel like it will go down the same way, so I’ll just have to wait and see. I still keep hearing people hating on jiwoon for being obsessive and sh*t and I just roll my eyes...as if you didn’t see this coming.

Whose baby is it?

This is going down in a really weird alley, i wonder if it is because the author is running out of ideas, but now yiyun and jinyao can see each other in dreams and they are able to see what goes on in other people’s dreams, I think it’s because of rou rou’s power which we still don’t know about yet. But there’s this baby that magically appeared and his aunt claimed that he is hers but it was revealed as yi yun’s egg that was lost, in the beginning. So this baby is actually yiyun’s child. So I wonder how the aunt is going to get out of this one.

I don't know what is going on anymore, so i'll just wait to see how it ends.

Pearl boy:

Can you believe it’s been like 3 months since I last talked about this, but it’s due to the author being on hiatus. The series is going to come back on November 20th so I’m obviously happy about that but very much anxious from where it left off. I guess this wasn’t as bad as when season 1 ended and I just wanted to scream. Lol. Speaking of which I also mentioned that although I partly read some of the spoilers for chapter 28-30 I didn’t actually read the chapters...cause I didn’t want to see juha being abused by pinworm....I’m mean pilwon..LMAO no joke that’s how I was able to remember “pinworm” in my parasitology class...It sounds like pilwon, comes out of an animal’s ass....easy to remember. Lol but I finally got myself to read it and you know...maybe it was because I waited and I already know that juha was going to be okay, I thought I would react badly, but I didn’t. Though it was still mortifying to read I’m glad  I did cause it honestly made me realize that even if you avoid these chapters, something will be missing, now that I’m finally caught up I can see the story through without making assumptions.

Pilwons’s an ass, my opinion of him has not changed, I remember some person was saying that he liked juha in the past and I read it and I did not feel the same way...I didn’t feel any type of affection coming from him, he was a bored adult looking for something exiting and made both the lives of juha and his mother his entertainment. Sick and disgusting, I know and I don’t want to admit that he’s written well but the creator is doing a fantastic job in making her characters realistic, despite the situation being very unrealistic. I remember watching this Chinese drama when I was younger and I hated the girl in there cause she was despicable, I just kept saying how I hated her and my dad was like...why do you feel that way? I was like...I don’t know because she’s bad? He like she made you feel that way because the actor played her well and made you believe that she’s bad. Lol. Thanks to my dad I know what good and bad acting is now. So basically a character isn’t a “bad character” just because you hate them, in fact they are good characters because they made you feel like they are despicable. The bad ones are the ones you feel nothing towards..lol. So all of my trash segment picks.

Needless to say, you guys should read this series if you have not yet, this is the only series other than kingdom hearts that I actually want merchandise from...if that tells you anything.

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Love tractor:

“Seonyul went to the countryside to escape the troubles in his life, but he doesn’t know the first thing about living there. Suddenly, Yechan, a hot-blooded youth with a love for farming appears in front of him?! As he learns to adapt to the rural lifestyle and help on the farm, Seonyul’s gaze is drawn towards the honest and passionate Yechan...”

So I’ve never talked about this title, I was actually saving it for a theme related segment, but that idea was scratched. Instead I’ll share it this month since i’m sure some of you who are into reading bl manhwa will know of this title.

It’s about a guy who is forced to go into law school cause of his parents, well mainly his father because in Asian culture if you aren’t a doctor or lawyer you are worthless...lmao relatable...

But the main protagonist sunyeol really enjoyed producing music and was talented in it, but of course his father had threatened him with something which i’ll discuss later on and that’s why he decided to go to law school. Things were not going well for him and his father and him got into a fight and his mother sent him to the country side to spend time there to figure things out. His gradfather was in the hospital and so they needed someone to look after the house and his dog.

Sunyeol wanted to get away from everything so he decided to do that. When he got near the house there was a storm that he was driving into and his car got stuck. Luckly someone was there to help him get out, that is when he meets out second protagonist yechann.

Yechann was not your conventional skinny pretty boy, he was the opposite of sunyeol, big and buff but a soft teddy bear like personality. He was a country boy so he was obviously interested in sunyeol and why he was here, and wanted to be close with him. The neighbours explained that yechann despite looking like a big dude is only 20 and he doesn’t have anyone his age around the country side to call friend. As gratitude to yechann’s family for looking out for his grandfather he decided to get along with yechann. Sunyeol was invited out every time yechann had farming to do and so he slowly learned the way of agriculture and its importance.  Sunyeol really respected yechann in that aspect, being the youngest and choosing what he wanted to do at such an early age. Some kids from another school in the city took a field trip to the country side where yechann had to make a presentation for them about farming.

Here comes my favorite part, some kid who obviously seemed well off started to mock yechann for saying that he and yechann are the same age but he didn’t go to college and became a farmer instead, it’s must be because it’s easy. Sun yeol stepped in and said that “ if it was so easy could you wake up at 5 am and start work?” you see a flash back of yechann waking up at 5 am sharp and go through the crops and check the animals and plow the fields...it’s very labour intensive, and I don’t know about you all but I personally cant wake up at 5 am every single day and be ready to work until the evening...so yeah, I’m glad that they showed this part in the story since I feel like people undermine a farmer’s job just because they think it’s not high paying, you need to have extensive knowledge to know about crops and production from an economic standpoint..so saying that it is easy is disrespectful.

Sorry had to put that out there because I am aware that some of the hardest jobs out there are labour intensive and people don’t get paid much for that...and it makes me angry. Any ways, back to the story, yechann was happy sunyeol thought that way and started to think of him as more than just an older brother “ hyung”  type. He started to catch feelings for sun yeol and even went as far as to see a doctor because he thought he had heart disease lol.

I’m like no buddy you are just in love.

Of course no story is complete without the third wheel and that’s always the protagonist already being in a relationship. Sun yeol had a boyfriend in highs school when he was studying music, and that’s when his dad had found out and made him quit music in exchange to keep his relationship with his boyfriend. It was a sacrifice sun yeol made because he thought he loved his boyfriend, but they had never talked about his problems with him and even avoided him at times.

His boyfriend had actually come here to end everything but not before making yechann a little nervous. At first I thought he was going to be one of those obscene a*holes who just won’t go away, but in fact after he talked to sun yeol, they actually cleared up their relationship and the things that went wrong and had a nice clean break...which is SO Refreshing!!!

It was an honest conversation between two people and it was portrayed nicely, this is what other stories should have instead of dancing around the problem. Lol.

After that break up sunyeol was free to find himself and start writing music again, he wanted to truly find what he had lost and try again to pursue his passion while still doing law. Yechann slowly was able to assist sun yeol in helping him get over the initial step of playing the piano when he had dropped those years ago. It was really cute. Sun yeol had started to catch feelings for yechann at some point but obviously denied them because of his recent break up, he wasn’t ready to look for another relationship. But in the end the heart wants what it wants and they ended up confessing to each other they were interested, but sun yeol needed to go back to Seoul, one to continue his law studies and graduate and the other to pursue  music again. It was time to say good bye, and that’s when season 1 ended.  I really like this story, it’s one of my favorites and it really shows how to reconnect with something that you had lost and really discover the things you truly want. This was an awesome read and I recommend it to anyone.

This is BL but it honestly doesn’t matter, it’s not the main point of the story and I appreciate that it just told a good story without the usual bl themes that I’m sick and tired of. You can read this on tappytoon.

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a.k.a the part of the series where I shit on your favorite manhwa/manga/webtoon etc. Joking but not really, you have been warned.

This is the new section where you’re going to find titles that I dropped and the reasons why I discontinued the series all together, fair warning if you triggered by people criticizing your favorite series then you may want to skip this section all together. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion and not every series that is “popular” or well liked by others will be like by all...therefore if there is content that makes a person uncomfortable enough to stop the series, that is on them and please don’t judge them for their morals.

So to recap, the series that I mentioned dropping so far are

Love or Hate

Yours to claim

Wistful summer

Anti-p.t.

The sound of fire

Kiss damnation

Cherry blossoms after the winter

Chasing Mr. CEO

I’m going to save you all from hearing my trash rant this month, I have other things to complain about that isn’t BL...lol.

Senpai ga uzai kouhai no hanashi:

“At a certain trading company, saleswoman Futaba Igarashi has managed to hold her respectable job for almost two years thanks to the guidance of her senior coworker—Harumi Takeda. However, due to Igarashi's short stature, Takeda often teases her and treats her like a kid, leaving Igarashi constantly annoyed by his antics. Despite this, Igarashi notices Takeda's reliability as he is always ready to help whenever something at their workplace goes awry. As Igarashi and Takeda spend more time together, their relationship soon develops further than simply being coworkers at the office.”

It’s about a small office worker lady that falls in love with her tall and well –built looking  co worker, he’s not like the conventional skinny boy, this man is thick and built like brick house, but she found him charming and kind and he has helped her out many times. I don’t know why, but this romantic comedy is really cute, maybe because I’ve been deprived of good romance anime lately but I really like the plot line so far. The girl of course is a tiny girl so she acts like a tsundare...which I hate, but it wasn’t too bad. I’ll have to keep watching to really give it a review but its good so far, and it’s about adults not teenagers for once!

the other characters are interesting as well and you get to see how they all connect through the main character.

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Ending note:

Yay! You made it to the end, sorry this month’s is short and sweet, but like I said I don’t have as much time as I used to. It was just so happens that I finally was able to write this up cause my exam was cancelled.lol.

Honestly I need a break, and writing this has been helping because I don’t need to think about things that will make me anxious. I will probably have more time once my final exams are over in mid December...I can’t wait till then.

thanks for always reading these posts, i'll continue to improve them in the future so I would like your suggestions as to what segments I should feature! please leave it in the comments below!

other than that stay safe and warm,

Sheena

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hello, idek what to write here anymore djsddssd  but i’m back at it again, bringing you my last child and the least dumb out of the bunch of dumbos, miray ! unfortunately, she’s a darkling stan and thinks he has some valid points, i won’t even comment on that... as usual if you’re interested in some juicy plotting hit the like button or just message me ! 

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[ miray stoskaya ], a [ twenty-seven ] year old human. she is a a [ oprichniki ] and are known as the [ clean slate ]. they are known to be [ balanced ] and [ vacuous ] and vaguely resemble [ özge yağiz ]. 

- miray did not always carried the name stoskaya. like many of the other kids of the orphanage she had better things to worry about than a surname. truth to be told, unlike the other orphans she was quite lucky.  a couple of noble descent took a interest in miray and decided to take her with them

- when miray would ask why they chose her out of many other orphans, there were always two versions of the story. one of them being the truth and naturally the other the lie. miray would only know the latter for a long time. what they’d tell her was that they were simply charmed by her. big, dark-brown eyes untouched of dullness. little miray with her glittering eyes. however, the truth was much more blunt than that. truth was, they knew that her biological parents were grisha. hearttenders. so, what they assumed was that she’d be born a heartender as well.

- they were using her but they didn’t feel bad. after all they showered miray in luxuries and perhaps even what one could call their very own version of love. they taught her how to protect herself and much to their joy miray was excellent. so the hope that one day she’d be outstanding only grew more.

- and miray wouldn’t notice their parents greed until her sibling would be born. it was an surprising and unexpected pregnancy as everyone assumed her mother would never carry a child. yet, she did and the day her little sibling would be born was also the day miray stoskava would die.

- ( she didn’t die, i wanted to make that dramatic )

-  miray’s parents expected the same from her younger sibling. they were supposed to be perfect like miray ( or at least was expected to be ). they thought by playing them off against each other their potential would unveil. their parents didn’t make a secret out of their expectations but also they just expected that both would turn out equally well. truth to be told, this thing somehow became a whole show. a show that everyone participated in and could watch. that is why they wanted their testing this grand thing and thus refused having miray tested earlier and instead she was supposed to be tested with her younger sibling. they would even organize a (whole-ass) gathering for the day they were supposed to be tested.

- their parents were .. invested. so invested that they seemed to be busy with anything else but their own children. although they were supposed to be the main character of their obsession. her sibling acted up a lot, they were starved for the affection of their parents. miray however, just became numb. she needed to focus on perfecting her skills, and then she’d somehow earn her parents’ love back.

- skipping to the testing and the probably most important event. it turned out that miray wasn’t even a grisha to begin with. much to her parent’s shock of course. her sibling however, turned out to be one. from this day on, miray was treated as non-existent. despite of how excellent her combat skills were. she was an investement that proved to be unworthy of their time. however, they just couldn’t get rid off her. so they just planned to marry her off and hope that they would deal with her.

- miray hoped that their parents indifference would just be a phase. however, while her sibling would be brought to all these important events, miray was treated as nothign more than some accesorry which was supposed to make her sibling look good.

- it took her a long time to realize that that nothing would change. so she just ran away. no plan, no good bye letter and some expensive jewellry she could sell. it was a stupid plan to begin with. and a young women wandering around in her expensive garment was the perfect victim for an attack. 

- she didn’t know who attacked her, all she tried to do was to defend herself. indeed, miray’s combat skills were excellent and she was able to fend off a good bunch of her attackers but even for her it was difficult to win against a group of skilled fighters.

- luckily, she got help from some grisha and that is also how she got to the little palace ( i’m too lazy to write all of this out ). with them having witnesed how she fight most of the attackers off, she’d soon be offered a position as an oprichniki and she accepted it, after all she turned from a noblewomen into a peniless orphan again.

personality

- miray appears to be quite intimdating at first sight. it might be the oprichniki uniform combined with the tight sealed lips and  stoic expression adorning her features, however miray is surprisingly soft-hearted and some might even say naive, when one gets close enough to her to make her talk. having spend most of her life rather sheltered ( despite the pressure their parents put her under ) she doesn’t have the best social skills, barely knows what to say and therefore chooses to be quiet. yet, she enjoys the company of people ( as her job as an oprichniki doesn’t really allow her to socialize ) despite of their intentions. she honestly believes that people always have good intentions so she can be swayed easily (rip: so basically she’s a big dumbo people seem to be afraid of bcs they think she’s dangerous)

headcanons / misc

-  when miray ran off her parents were able to track her by the jewellery she sold. they know that she is at the little palace and even send her a good amount of money for quite a time, thinking that she’d return soon. however, miray told them that she wouldn’t and so they just stopped sending money. as spoiled as miray grew up she thought that she’d be fine but ended up completely overestimating her budget and spend all of it within a week. she might or might not owe some people money, however she forgot whom she owed money too and bcs they were scared of miray they just decided to keep quiet. 

- miray is a big animal lover, she talks to them a lot and gives them names. she would probably think that bird thing that attacked them was cute....

- unfortunately, miray seems to be quite fond off the darkling ( rip ), maybe it’s just bcs its her job to protect him, thus she thinks they have some connection but she genuinely believes that the darkling is that well-meaning guy who will protect them... she might or might not have a crush on the darkling ....

connections ( my head is empty )

ex-fiancé/e ( bcs i want something angsty, prbly will send this in as a connection when i’m not feeling lazy but pls gimme ) : they were supposed to marry ( so miray’s parents could get rid off her ) before miray ran off. perhaps, they had some sort of connection and did care each about each other at some point, however when miray just left without saying anything they started to question whatever they had before (i just want angst that’s it)

friends: this is very vague, but maybe someone who was intimidated by miray but learned that she is a big softie, someone she used to know from her life back then, etc.

random: but just people who she owes money to, i just think that’s hilarious

people she knows from her time @ the orphanage or just people in general she used to know before she became an oprichniki

my head is empty but i’ll update this later sddjdssd

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Broken Flock (8/??)

Summary: It’s been two years since you uprooted your life and left to figure out who you really are, leaving behind Bucky and Clint with little more than a note as a warning. Now, New York is calling your name and it’s time to go home. How will Clint and Bucky react to your return, and how will the time have affected your relationship?

A/N: Okay, I can say, for sure, that this chapter is the end of Pain Pain Pain. Chapter nine will see things start to actually look up and head towards getting better. However, this chapter still does touch on some serious themes that could potentially trigger some readers, so please read at your own discretion.

Page dividers by @carryonmyswansong

Word Count: 2.7k

Pairing: WinterhawkxReader

Warnings: Anxiety, needles, canon typical violence, general angst

Part 7

“There’s no news,” Steve says.

“Then we need to go further,” Bucky insists. “We don’t know who these people are. We don’t know how they operate and we don’t know where they’d go.”

“I know, Buck, we’re doing what we can with what we’ve got, but we can’t just rush into this without a plan.”

“There’s no proper procedure for this, Steve! The option is to go out, and look. That is the plan. She didn’t disappear on a busy street corner, she was shot down in the middle of the fucking woods and dragged away. If we don’t rush into it, she could be dead by the time we find her.” Bucky curls his hands into tight fists on the table. “She’s already been missing for three days. If we don’t do something fast…”

Steve nods. “I know.”

“I’m gonna pull Stark in on this.”

“Buck-”

“He’ll at least have recent satellite footage we can use.” He shoves back from the table and heads for the door.

“Don’t put this on Tony,” Steve says. “He’s already made himself sick worrying about her.”

“I don’t know what else to do here, Steve. Either we put a team together and get our asses in gear, or I’m going to start tearing the countryside apart till I find her.”

Steve sighs. “Fine. You and Clint start your search. I’ll work with Nat and Sam on this end and we’ll do what we can to help.”

Bucky pauses and looks Steve over. “You sure?”

“Yeah. You have an idea of where to start, so you should go with that. We’ll get everything sorted out here and keep you updated.”

Bucky nods. “I’ll be in touch.”

He breezes out of the room, immediately in search of Clint. Steve sighs and calls Natasha and Sam to meet him.

Clint is with Natasha when Bucky finds him. He places his hand on Clint’s shoulder to get his attention and Natasha excuses herself from the room.

“What is it?” Clint asks.

“We’ve got the green light to start looking for her.”

Clint shoots up from the couch. “Really?”

Bucky nods. “Steve almost didn’t agree.”

“You threatened him with Tony, didn’t you.”

“Yes.”

Clint almost laughs, but clamps his hand over his mouth. His hand moves to the back of Bucky’s neck and he presses their foreheads together.

“We’re gonna get her back, Buck.”

“I know.” Bucky wraps his arms around Clint. “We should leave soon.”

“Yeah,” Clint sighs. “Come on. Let’s get the hell outta here.”

“They’ll find me,” I whisper to myself. “I left a note. They’ll find me.”

With my head between my knees, I close myself in my wings. I rock back and forth, trying to find some kind of comfort in myself. I don’t have my shoes anymore and my pant legs are little more than shreds at this point. The jacket I wore when I first arrived is long gone and my shirt was traded out for a thin tank top a long time ago, leaving me with little more than my own down to keep myself warm.

I don’t know where I am or how long I’ve been here, but I do know that Clint and Bucky would never leave me here to rot. Just thinking about how worried they must be brings tears to my eyes. Guilt settles in my stomach and I swipe my tears away before they fall. Crying isn’t going to get me anywhere, and it’ll definitely just leave me more dehydrated and sore than I already am.

The door slams open and I jerk my head up, but hold my wings tighter around me. Through gaps in my feathers, I can see their shadow as they move through the barn. I watch as they pace around the space in front of me. They stop abruptly and I clamp one hand over my mouth to muffle my gasp when they approach me. They grab the chain attached to the manacles around my ankles and I silently beg them to drop it. They take several steps forward with the chain in their hand and they chuckle when they see me curl around myself even further.

Finally, they drop the chain and stop just in front of me. I bite down on my fist in an attempt to stay as quiet as possible.

“Arm.” I don’t say anything or move, and they kick me, laughing when they hear me wince. “I said arm, you dumb fucking bird.”

I slowly extend my right arm between my wings and they grab my wrist and yank me forward. I fall forward onto my knees and catch myself with my left hand. I refuse to look up at them, knowing that they’ll only try to hurt me further.

I’ve realized, in the time that I’ve been here, that they need me alive and in one piece for their tests, but they don’t necessarily care about hurting me. This man is no exception.

“Y’know,” he says idly. “I can’t figure out why they care about keeping you alive. They never did with the others. Went through the first ones like wildfire.”

He jabs a needle into my arm and I turn my face away to avoid the sight of my own blood. He doesn’t do anything to hurt me further, but I still flinch when he pulls the needle out. I shiver and clutch my arm to my chest when he lets go and I see his shadow shake its head.

“They think you’re somethin’ special, but I don’t see it. You look just like every other bird freak that’s been through here. Only difference is that you’re alive and awake.” He crouches down and tips my head up with a finger under my chin. I can see the detachment from what he’s doing in his face, which makes my anxiety spike. “You haven’t been nearly as interesting as the rest, though. Don’t struggle as much. Why?”

“I don’t know,” I croak out.

“Huh.” He grabs my jaw and tips my head from one side to another. “They’ll take you apart, one little bit at a time, till there’s nothing left. You know that, right?”

“Oh.”

“Mmm, and I’ll be there to see it, too. Might even get to help out a little.” His grip on my jaw tightens and I whimper. “I look forward to it.”

I can't stop myself from asking, "Why?"

"You're so innocent and scared." He squeezes my cheeks and his face morphs into something crazed and animalistic. "That little doe eyed look is exactly why."

I don’t say anything and the light in his eyes seems to dim as he loses interest. He shoves me to the side and gestures for someone at the door before he stands up and walks off. Someone new shuffles in and crouches in the same place as the man before. They reach out to my arm and I jerk away from them, only succeeding in cracking my head against the wall. They sigh, shuffle closer, and press two fingers to my pulse. They take their count and then grab at my arm again, and their fingers wrap around my wrist.

“You’re ice cold,” they say.

“I sleep in a fucking drafty ass barn, of course I’m cold,” I mutter.

They hum and squeeze my wrist momentarily before standing and dropping a paper bag at their feet.

“Get some rest,” they say. “You’ll need it.”

They leave and I wait till the door closes to reach out to the bag. Inside, I find a chunk of bread, a couple of slices of cheese, a small apple, and a bottle of water. I nearly  ball up the bag and chuck it across the barn, but my stomach growls. I sigh and reach into the bag and take out each item, placing the bread, apple, and cheese in my lap. I set the water on the floor and tear the bag open to make a sort of placemat. I reorganize the food on the torn up bag and stare at it, momentarily wondering why the hell I even set it up like this.

I shake my head and eat what little food I’ve been given.

“Found anything?”

“Some locals have been shooed off their land recently,” Clint says. “They saw some weird shit going down a few weeks back and now they’re being asked to leave.”

“I think they said someone offered to buy their plots to try and get them to leave,” Bucky adds.

“Weird,” Sam says. “They got any idea where these people are holed up?”

“Not from what we can tell,” Clint sighs. “I think they’re too freaked out to try and look into it.”

“Which is understandable, considering the firepower some of these goons apparently have,” Bucky shakes his head. “What I wouldn’t give to be able to just find one guy.”

“I know, Buck.”

“I might be able to help with that.”

“How?”

“We’ve been cleared for aerial recon. I’ll be flying out around the area you’re in later today. See if there’s anything I can find that you can’t see on the ground.”

“How long have you been working on this?” Bucky asks.

“I put in a request the day after you talked to Steve. Had a helluva time trying to get Ross to agree, but Stark suggested that there’d be no way anyone would ever sign the accords if he let one of their own disappear without a trace.”

“Thank him for us,” Clint says.

“Will do.”

Anxious to get the search underway, Bucky asks, “How soon can you get out here?”

“I’ll be there in about an hour.”

“Great, we’ll go back over what we’ve got and send you anything useful. Has Natasha found anything since she last called?”

“Not much, but I’ll let her know you could use whatever she’s got.”

“Thanks.”

“No problem. See you guys soon.”

“See you.”

Sam hangs up and Bucky leans back in his seat.

“That’s good news,” Clint says. “We’ll be able to cover more ground now. Find her faster.”

Bucky nods absently. “It’s been almost a week.”

“I know.” Clint takes Bucky’s hand. “We’ll find her. She’s strong, we’ll-” his voice breaks and he takes a deep breath. “We’ll get her back.”

The corner of Bucky’s mouth twitches up into a smile. “You keep saying that.”

“Because we will.”

“Say it enough times, and it’ll come true, right?”

Clint nods. “Exactly. She’s probably doing her best for us. We have to be strong for her too.”

“I know.” Bucky takes a deep breath and slowly releases it. “We’ll find her.”

“We will.” Clint kisses the back of Bucky’s hand. “We absolutely will.”

“Yeah, this place looks real sketchy.”

“Explain,” Bucky says.

“The barn is old and rickety, probably a little too close to falling down to keep any kind of livestock in. There’s a building that’s attached though, and it’s newer.”

“Can you get a closer look?”

“Not a chance. Shit’s on lock-down. At least twenty guys around the perimeter, and who knows what else inside.”

Bucky sighs and lays back in the grass. “We’ve been watching this dump for two days. We’re pretty fuckin sure she’s in there. Can we please just rush in and start shooting?”

“Not yet,” Clint says.

“Please, Clint.”

“Give it a day, man,” Sam says. “Let them get a little restless and see what they do. They might just bring (Y/N) to us.”

“It’d give us time to get Steve and Nat up here,” Clint adds. “Extra hands on this would make it easier for us to focus on getting to (Y/N) instead of avoiding getting shot.”

“Fine. But only because we could use the help.”

“I’ll do another lap and then I’m headed back to the compound. I’ll call you guys when we’ve got a plan of attack.”

“Thanks, Sam,” Clint says. “We’ll talk to you soon.”

They hang up and Bucky reaches out for Clint’s hand. Clint laces their fingers and sighs softly.

“We’re so close,” Bucky mutters.

“I know. She’s less than a mile away now.” Clint’s gaze is distant.

Bucky recognizes Clint closing himself off, preparing for the worst. “Don’t do that.”

“What?”

“You’re shutting down.” Bucky sighs and squeezes Clint’s hand. “She’s not dead.”

“Buck…”

“If she were, they wouldn’t need so many guards.”

“I know, I’m just… I’m just worried.”

“I know.”

Clint flops down beside him and rolls onto his side. “You’re not supposed to be the optimist here.”

“Yeah well, it’s not fun to be pessimistic if we’re both dragging each other down.” Bucky looks over at Clint and offers a small smile. “We’re close. We’ll get her back. There’s no other option.”

“Did you hear what Todd was saying earlier?”

"What're you talking about, man?"

"He said scanners picked up on two bodies a little over a mile away."

"No shit?"

"Yeah, and there was something buzzing by the barn yesterday and today. Said boss lady's real freaked out."

"You think it could be the Avengers?"

The first man laughs. "Why the hell would the Avengers be interested in us? It's not like we've done anything to them."

"I dunno, man. What about this chick?"

"What about her?"

"I think she was with the Avengers for a while. Like I think I saw her on TV at one point."

"Nah, man, that was the Falcon. There's only one Avenger with wings and it's a dude in a suit. We're home free."

“I dunno, man… I got a bad feeling about that.”

“Look, it’s two guys. What can they do against all of us?”

The second man laughs hesitantly. “I guess you’re right.”

I cough into my elbow and freeze when their eyes snap to me. I curl into myself, hoping that they’ll just ignore me and go back to their conversation.

“You got something to add, freak?” the first man asks.

I shake my head. “No.”

He squints at me. “You think someone’s looking for you?”

“I don’t know,” I murmur.

“How the fuck do you not know?”

Anger flares in my stomach. “I don’t know what time it is most of the time. I don’t even know how long I’ve been here. So forgive me if I don’t know jack fuckin shit about whatever it is you two are bickering about in your little doorway over there.”

The first man squinted at me and gestured to his friend. “Get the boss.”

“Which one?”

“Both of ‘em.”

“Oh shit.”

The second man ran off in search of the bosses. I can only assume the first man meant the Doctor and her right hand man. I think I’d be worried, if I didn’t know that the Doctor wants me alive for whatever other tests she’s got planned. Besides that, my mind is buzzing with what the two men were talking about. Just the idea of Clint and Bucky knowing where I am fills me with just a little hope.

The second man returns, flanked by three burly guards, followed by the Doctor and her right hand man. The two men from before and the guards wrestle me up from the floor and I do what I can to push back against them. My legs are still shackled to the floor, so I can't get far, but I manage to punch one of the guards in the eye. He stumbles back, clutching his face.

"Don't fucking touch me," I hiss.

The Doctor’s right hand steps up and slaps me across the face. My head snaps to the side and heat blooms in my cheek. The guard I punched kicks me in the stomach, forcing the air from my lungs. I hang in the grip of my captors and they force me onto my knees. I glance up to find the Doctor leaning over me, holding something out to her right hand. He forces my wings flat against my back and he works with the Doctor to belt them down.

“Chain her up,” the Doctor instructs. “Don’t touch her wings, and don’t break any bones.”

She’s answered with a chorus of “Yes, ma’am.” and she walks out of the barn.

“What do we do, boss?” the first man asks.

The right hand tuts. “You hit her, of course, you empty headed morons.”

“Don’t be a puss about it,” I add. I’m going to regret egging them on, but there’s only so much they can do to me, and Clint and Bucky are so close. “Really make it count.”

“Oh, believe me, bird girl,” the right hand says. “We will.”

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I Can Smile Because It’s You

Part 2 of Oh We’re In Love Aren’t We

Words: 2.7k 

A/n: I’ll be honest I don’t have a schedule or anything for this fic, so sorry for the sporadic updates lmao

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     Your plan had succeeded eventually, but you soon came to realize that it had worked almost too well. You both had somehow managed to be in the same class every year since becoming friends, and this year was no different. Due to you both being in the same class, he hadn’t really seen a need to make any new friends when he knew he had you, thus making you two practically inseparable. You expected this year to be the same as the years before, especially since it’s starting to play out like usual. You had arrived at Jihoon’s house bright and early to walk to school. Now, some would say arriving at a house that’s a 15 minute walk away from school over an hour early would be considered excessive but you already knew how this morning was going to play out. You arrived at his front door, and it opened immediately. You greeted his mother, and as you stepped inside you both said as usual:

    “He refuses to wake up, can you please do something?” She simply chuckled and mentioned that breakfast would be ready when you managed to wake up her demon son. 

     “JIHOON YOU HAVE 5 MINUTES TO WAKE UP BEFORE YOU HAVE TO FEEL MY WRATH!” you had shouted as you marched to the door of his bedroom. You were still one to keep to your promises, and thus you set an alarm for 5 minutes on your phone and sat outside his door. As you waited, you began to look around the familiar hallway that was practically your second home. You began to notice the changes that had occurred in this particular hallway over the years. Little details like fading paint color and scuff marks on the floors began to stick out more. The same pictures from years before lined the hall, with you being a feature in some of them as Jihoon had grown older.

     One picture had always caught your attention no matter how many times you had roamed this hall, it was taken shortly after you had befriended Jihoon. You had been invited over to hang out at his place for a weekend while your parents went on a vacation for their anniversary (your mom had first tried to say “extended play date” but you were much too old and mature for “play dates” anymore, you had claimed). Since it was summer, you were allowed to stay up later and Jihoon’s mom had offered the idea of making brownies together, with you two being her assistant bakers. In an unsurprising turn of events, she ended up doing all the work while you two got to eat the leftover batter. The picture had been taken without either of your knowledge at the time, with both of you too engrossed in getting every last bit of brownie batter from the bowl. The part that made the picture special wasn’t the fact that he had a friend, he had friends in the past that were featured in other pictures around the house. What made it special was the fact that he looked genuinely happy and excited. It wasn’t that he wasn’t happy before he met you, but there was something different about the smile and the look in his eyes in that particular picture. In almost every picture since, he has had the same look when you’re there with him and it always made you feel warm inside knowing you were the reason for that change. 

     Your thoughts were cut off by the blaring alarm of the timer going off. A faint groan could be heard from the other side of the door, then a thump, then all was silent. 

     “Jihoon?” You called out, lightly knocking on his door. “Jihoon I was not joking about you having to face my wrath, if I have to come in there you’re going to wish you woke up the first time.” You slowly opened his door, peeking inside you saw a bare bed stripped of its sheets which had been lying in a lump next to the bed. From the pile of blankets, you could see a leg sticking out one end and tufts of hair at the other end. A sigh left your lips as you wondered how to actually wake the boy up, and how he even managed to get that tangled in his sheets in the first place. You tip-toed over to where the leg was sticking out, already planning your next move. As you went to grab his leg you heard a voice coming from the muffled sheets. 

     “Care to repeat that?” you chuckled. Jihoon’s head shot out of the blankets, his eyes squinting as he was adjusting to the sunlight flowing into his room. 

     “I said, you better not do it.” He grumbled out, voice still rough from waking up. 

     “Better do what? Last I saw you couldn’t possibly see what I was about to do. For all you know I could have been a kind friend delivering you breakfast. You would have missed out on a once in a lifetime opportunity right there.” You chirped, a sly smile creeping its way onto your lips. An agitated noise of some kind came from the pile of blankets. 

     “I know you y/n. You were plotting something in that dumb head of yours. Worst case scenario it was a handful of ice cubes in my sheets like you did last year. I’m still bitter about that by the way. Best case scenario? There isn’t one. Now get out of my room and let me get ready.” He sat up, stretched, and turned towards you. “See? I’m awake. Yipee. Now leave.” Jihoon pointed towards the door. You raised your brow at him, before making your way out of his room. Before you left, you quickly turned on the light and sprinted away after closing his door, hearing him yell out some insult about practically blinding him. 

     You made your way into the kitchen, the smell of coffee and toast wafting through the air. This was slowly becoming a beloved tradition in the mornings for you. While waiting for Jihoon to get ready, his mom and you would have a mug of coffee and two slices of toast since neither of you were huge on eating breakfast. You took your seat at the table. A plate of buttered golden brown toast and a warm cup of coffee that could be mistaken for milk with the amount of cream and sugar added was practically calling your name. The first sip of coffee was heavenly, and you could only assume that your face said everything as you heard Jihoon’s mom chuckle to herself as she was finishing making her own plate of toast.

     “I know I say this more often than I should, but I really do apologize for how Jihoon is in the mornings. I don’t know where he got it from, his father and I have always been early risers since we were kids. I guess those genes didn’t get passed down and now we’re stuck with a grouch in the mornings.” She softly said, making her way to the table with the plate of toast and coffee in hand. 

     “It’s really no problem” you laughed, “he’s been this way as long as I’ve known him. If he was actually awake and ready by the time I got here I would be convinced that he was replaced by an evil twin or something. Oh god, he doesn’t have a twin I know about right? You wouldn’t hide this from me for what, 5 years now?” The thought of having another Jihoon in your life scared you more than it probably should have. It’s not that he was a bad person, he was just so uniquely himself that you couldn’t comprehend there being another version. From an outsider’s perspective, you assumed Jihoon could be described as a lone wolf of sorts. He was content by himself, he didn’t really seek out the company or the thoughts of others. At school he was polite and civil to his classmates, even laughing along with their antics at times. However, no one would ever really describe him as their “friend” or someone they were close to. To them, he was just their classmate Jihoon: another body among the others that come and go as the years go by. However, he didn’t seem to mind this fact at all. He made his own little world, and you were lucky enough to become a part of that piece of him.  

     You both silently continued your breakfasts, enjoying the warm rays of sunshine that filled the kitchen. You could faintly hear Jihoon’s footsteps in the background as he was walking about getting ready. Just as you were about to call out and make a snarky comment about how he could get ready so leisurely when you both knew you would be late if he continued at that pace, he made his appearance in the kitchen. 

     “Either you both forget that I need to eat breakfast too, or you just actively ignore that fact every morning.” He mumbled as he saw two empty plates and mugs. “I also don’t wanna hear it from you y/n. ‘Well if you just woke up earlier, then your mom would make you breakfast’” he said in a high pitched voice, attempting to mock you. “But you see,” he grabbed a glass and began pouring milk, “I am a growing boy. I need my rest, and you do too. So really, who’s the crazy one here? The one getting the proper hours of sleep, or the one who wakes up at the ass crack of dawn?”

    “Language, Jihoon” his mom quipped.

    He chugged the glass of milk and shrugged as he looked at you. “Just saying is all. I know for a fact y/n doesn’t go to bed earlier cause she’s usually the one nagging me to go to sleep. So, mom, don’t act like y/n is some saint come to save me cause if anything she’s worse than I am.” He put the glass in the sink and grabbed an apple from the table, making his way towards the front door. He turned back and gave a smug grin. “Well, look at the time,” he hummed, “I think it’s time to go. C’mon y/n, don’t want to be late do you?”

     You stared at him dumbfounded but eventually got up to put your dishes away. You grabbed your things and waved goodbye to his mom as the two of you made your way outside. As you both walked along, the only sound being made was your shoes against the sidewalk and the occasional crunch of the apple that Jihoon had grabbed earlier. Eventually, the silence became too much.

     “Where did that sass come from this morning? Usually, you barely manage to get out a ‘good morning’ to your mom. Thanks for calling me out like that too, I feel like I lost all respect from your mom that I built up.” You pouted as you kicked a stray pebble. 

     He chuckled, but you made sure to keep your attention on the pebble that seemed to become more interesting the more you kicked it. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, I’m always like this.” You could practically hear the smirk, but you refused to look his way. 

     “Lee Jihoon I have known you since elementary school, and while you do sass me more than I care to admit, you are never that witty in the mornings.”

     “Oh! So you’re calling me witty now?”

     “I’m not! I’m just saying that I didn’t expect you to do whatever… that was”

     “You’re acting like this is a big deal” he laughed.

     “Pssh, I am not,” you scoffed, “I’m just merely taken aback about your change in behavior.” You felt him wrap an arm around your shoulder.

     “Ah y/n, have you possibly considered the phrase new school year, new me?” You shoved his arm off and stopped in your tracks. 

     “No, not at all,” you deadpanned. “You’re a man of habit. I could probably list off the same quirks you’ve had since we were 10, you really haven’t changed.”

     “Hey, I’ve changed since I was 10-”

     “Sure Jihoon, sure”

     You both arrived at the school gates before the argument could continue. You could hear Jihoon still grumbling about how he has, in fact, changed as you walked into the building. You were about to tell him to quit being such a child when all of a sudden you felt pressure on your backpack. Confused, you spun around to see who it could have been, but all you could see was the flood of students standing around or making their way to their respective classrooms. 

     “What’s wrong? You look like a ghost just touched your shoulder.” Jihoon snickered. 

     “You didn’t see anyone come up from behind and put anything in my backpack right?”

     “Nope, but I do see something poking out,” he reached for the object, “seriously when did you become so ignorant that you leave one of your zipper pockets open?” He pulled it out of your backpack and handed it to you. “Looks like a note with something in it.”

     “Ugh, I’ll read it when we get to class.” You held the note, but you couldn’t help but feel like something was off. You knew Jihoon wasn’t the kind of person to play these kinds of games with you, and your friends would have been more obvious and upfront about delivering a message like this. As you continued to class, you half expected Jihoon to start nagging you about opening the note right away but he stayed silent. You looked at him and he seemed like he was deep in thought. 

     “I always wonder what’s going through that head of yours” you whispered. You both entered your first class and took your seats, still not saying a word to each other. After unpacking your notebook and pen, you stared at the note like it was some alien object. You began to open it, before shutting it and shoving it underneath your notebook. Grabbing your pen, you reached across your desk to the seat in front of you and poked Jihoon in the neck. No response. You poked again and he craned his neck back, making eye contact with you. You both stared at each other until he broke the silence.

     “Well, what is it?”

     “What is what? Oh- yeah. You wanna read the note with me?”

     “Mm, not really. If I was meant to read it then I would have gotten one too.” He huffed, turning his chair around to face your desk. He grabbed your pen from your grasp and began fiddling with it. “Although,” he sighed, “that doesn’t mean you can’t tell me what it says. Just because I don’t want to read it doesn’t mean I don’t want to know what’s inside.” 

     You couldn’t help but giggle. “Aw, is my Jihoonie scared it’s a love note? If anything, it’s probably one of my friends just saying ‘hey nerd, here’s the lunch money I owe you from two weeks ago. Thanks, the sandwich was subpar at best.’ with cash inside.”

     “It’s not gonna be a love note, I’m perfectly sure about that.”

     “Hey! It definitely could be-”

     “Y/n that’s the cheesiest thing ever! A love note with a little chocolate with it, you only see those in the romance movies my mom likes to watch. Besides, even if it was some sort of confession I know you would reject it.”

     “And why do you say that? Maybe I want a little romance in my life!” You scoffed. Jihoon looked at you and smiled.

     “Who needs romance when you got me? You love me more anyway.” He lightly tapped the pen on your nose and put it down, turning his chair away. You were left speechless as the bell rang to signal class starting. You put the note away in your backpack, making sure the contents inside didn’t fall out. While you directed your attention to the teacher taking attendance, you didn’t notice the slight tint of red Jihoon’s ears were turning. For once in his life, Jihoon was glad he sat in front of you instead of next to you like in most of your classes. If you saw him you would definitely question why he was blushing so hard, and he wasn’t ready to have that conversation yet. He definitely wasn’t ready to hear about the note either, already knowing what’s inside. 

[buckyownsmyheart]

Duty [8/12]

Finally, Some Alone Time

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 3k

Warnings: Sexual harassment in the workplace. Is it angst? Or is it the plot? I can’t tell the difference anymore, but it’s not all sunshine and rainbows.

Series Summary: Ex-army doctor, and now the Avengers on-mission doctor, Major (Y/n) (Y/l/n), had prepared herself for anything. That was, of course, until she met a devastatingly charming Sergeant from Brooklyn with a quick wit, a kind smile and a taste for adventure. I wonder what will happen?

A/N: AN UPDATE?! Imagine.... I love and appreciate every single reblog and like so thank you! Flashbacks are in italics

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Chapter 7

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The first thing you felt was the cold floor against your face. Your head was pounding and thumped against the floor in time with your heartbeat. The coolness of the hard stone was relatively soothing, but your shoulders were also burning, so you repositioned yourself to try and cool them down. Your hands seemed unable to move, and with some opening and closing of your fists, you located them bound behind you back. You finally opened your eyes, blinking the grit out of them and trying to rub them on your shoulder, without success. You looked around your new room. It was dark, a single flickering lightbulb hung from the ceiling and no windows gave it a dingy feel. A smell of damp came from the walls and green slime seemed to coat different areas of the floor. Your body took up about a quarter of the floor space, and you reckoned you could touch the ceiling if you stood up and stretched your arms above your head. The door was on the opposite end of the room to you, with no handle that you could see. 

Where was Bucky? You tried to remember anything past the café, but it all came up blank. Sitting up against the wall, you strained your ears to try and hear anything that might help, but all you could hear was a splashing. Wait, a splashing? Were you on water? Now you thought about it, you could feel the gentle tug of the waves moving you from side to side, like someone had placed you in a cradle and was rocking you to sleep. You felt your eyes drooping once more, and your mind began to go blank as the promise of sleep comforted you away from the unknown.

The bang of the door startled you awake, and you sat up so fast you banged the back of your head on the wall. Ouch. Bucky stumbled into the cell and proceeded to collapse on the floor. His lip was split, blood coating his teeth. A black and blue swelling presented around his right eye, the old blood forming a bag under his lower lid, and what you could see of his eye was red and angry looking. His nice shirt that you had gotten him for Christmas was now more of a vest, both sleeves ripped off and a large gash down the centre. 

“Bucky,” you said softly, trying to gain his attention. 

He looked up at you in wonderment, “Hey sweetcheeks, how are we looking?” You assumed he was trying to give a reassuring smile, but it came off as more of a grimace.

“I’ll be honest Barnes, we’ve looked better.” You had no doubt that you were equally dishevelled. “What’s going on? What have they done to you?”

He coughed a little before scooting closer to you, pressing his leg against yours as he joined you on the back wall, “They’re asking about my trigger words and recovery, about my missions, about what I can do as the Soldier. It’s not looking good. I’m scared, doll, I don’t know what’s going to happen.”

The fear in his eyes reflected yours. Things were slowly starting to come together. Everything had seemed so orchestrated, so easy, you began to question the events leading up to this point.

“Yeah Buck, I have a bad feeling about this.”

“Yeah, no shit,” he murmured as he leant his head against your shoulder.

“Hang on, I need you awake for this,” you nudged you shoulder, trying to keep him awake. You had a feeling you both had concussion and didn’t want him sleeping on it. “Buck, they weren’t trying to make new super soldiers, they were trying to take one back.” You looked at him, placing your hand on his thigh and tracing patterns, trying to keep his eyes open. “For your recovery, Shuri used electrical impulses to remove any synapses that connected your trigger words to the compliancy of the Winter Soldier, right? But your brain will reform them just as strongly as soon as someone tries. We need to rewire those words to mean something else to you, something different, and we need to do it now, before anyone else takes you away.”

“You said so many words,” Bucky mumbles in response, “My girlfriend is so clever she can use made-up words, and everyone pretends to know what they mean.” His eyes were now closed as he leant into further into your shoulder. This might take a little more work than you thought. Reaching into your pocket, you were relieved that your morphine was still in there. You wiggled around and stabbed it into his arm with as much force as your tied hands would allow, trying to relieve some of his pain and wake him up in the process. 

“Bucky, I need you with me, we’ve got shit to do.”

-

Once Bucky had removed your restraints, for some reason his weren’t tied, you had hatched a plan. It ended when the both of you had fallen asleep, curled in on each other, finding solace and comfort in the others presence, like you had done so often in the past few months. You had no idea how much time had passed, where you were headed, or if you were going to get out of there but having Bucky beside you made it a little easier to live in denial and uncertainty. Soft touches along your hair brought you back to consciousness. As you opened your eyes, you saw his black eye was receding, so you estimated around 14 hours had passed since he first came back to the cell. His eyes were focussed on yours and his hand stroked some stray hairs away from your face.

“(Y/n), I need to say something in case we don’t make it out of here,” His tone was uncharacteristically serious.

“Alright Mr. Sunny Optimism.”

“I’m not joking, you know as well as I do the chances of us getting out of here. We’re in the dark, metaphorically and literally, and I just want you to know that- “

You cut him off, placing a gentle kiss to his lips, “I know, Sarge, you don’t need to say anything”

“I need to say it,”

“You can say it when we get out of here, okay? For now, let’s focus finding a comfier place to stay.”

He simply nodded and then grabbed your head and kissing you firmly. You knew his meaning, and as much as you wanted to stay there and pretend like the world consisted of the two of you, you were well aware that it didn’t. Which sucked. You got up, ignoring your aching muscles and complaining joints, pulling Bucky to his feet with you. You both scanned the room for any exit or weak points, the door had no handle and a bolt keeping it shut on the other side. The lightbulb was attached by open wires, and so trying to get them down would most likely result in electrocution. Just as you were inspecting the part of the bolt you could see, it slid open, and a scrawny man entered the room, knocking you back onto the floor as you stared back into an all too familiar face.

-

“Major (Y/l/n), this is Anthony Tucker, he’ll be here to help you settle in with SIS and introduce you to the crew.” Raymond Johnson, the hopeful next MI-6 chief, gestured to a wiry man. He couldn’t have been much older than 45, but a greying head and wispy facial hair made him look much older. You had recently retired from the army and were looking for a job that kept you in the same place more or less. An army buddy of yours had recommended you try MI-6, and although you laughed at first, joking that they’d be mad to try and hire someone who talks as much as you, you found yourself with a job as a medic within the headquarters to the team that operates locally, as well as some desk agents that think they’re too good to go to a local GP. Tucker regarded you with a cocked head, studying every inch of you under scrutiny, and you had never felt so uncomfortable. To break the silence, you extended your hands towards him in an effort to divert his gaze, and his face lit up. He reached out to your hand, placing a kiss to the back of your knuckles and it took every inch of your self-control not to pull your hand back and get out of there as fast as you could.

“Major,” his sleazy voice sending a shiver down your spine, “I’ve heard so much about you, and I can’t wait to…” He gave an unnatural pause, “work with you.” You nodded and left the room without any further introductions. You really hoped that as soon as you settled in, you didn’t need to be around this guy.

After a few days, you broached the subject with the team you had been assigned to of Tucker and his slight creepiness, but they assured you that although he seems full on and forward, he was a really decent guy and would never do anything to make anyone on the team uncomfortable. He respected their boundaries, and if you said something he would back off. To be fair to him, after your initial greeting, he maintained a professional relationship and made you feel welcome to the team. 

The change in pace in MI-6 was a welcome relief, having slightly overworked yourself in the army. You were keen to prove that you were an asset, but people seemed to accept that before seeing what work you could do. Most of what you did anyway was general check-ups and examinations. After a few weeks, you found your fingers itching to do something a little more. You went to seek out Tucker to ask if there was anything else you could set your teeth into, which was when you saw it. He was speaking in low voices to an intern, and she looked terrified. Her eyes were wide open and the papers in her hand rustled as her hands failed to stay still. Hanging back, you watched the scene, as Tucker’s hand moved from the girl’s shoulder, slowly and painstakingly down her back until it reached the subtle curve of her backside. Tucker’s face remained close to her ear, her hair obscuring what he was saying, but she gave an unmistakeable yelp as his hand trailed lower and you couldn’t bear to watch anymore. You made your presence known, not acknowledging Tucker but heading straight for the girl.

“Hey, are those papers for me?” You gestured to the ones in her hand, “Would you mind going over them with me in meeting room 2? I have some few things I want to check.” The girl practically ran into the room you had mentioned, and you turned your attention to Tucker, the smile on his face was enough to make your gut wrench, and you clenched your fists to try and not to hit him.

“What are you doing, Major?” He leered, “Not causing trouble I hope?”

“I’m just doing my job, Sir.” You said through gritted teeth, turning away from him and heading towards the door.

It turned out those were the last words you said to him directly. After talking with the girl, Anita, it turned out that although he wouldn’t dare be inappropriate to someone who could do something about it, he had a habit of accosting the interns and work experience students in narrow hallways, asking them for favours and repaying them with straying hands. He picked on those who couldn’t afford to make a claim and have their job taken away from them. You asked her to try and gather the other people that he had done this to, and to not to worry about losing their jobs.

A month later, and all the claims had fallen through. You don’t know how, but you suspected foul play, money, and friends in high places saved Tucker’s ass from being put on an offender’s list. He didn’t work for MI-6 anymore, but there was nothing else you could do for the girls now, not that an official decision had been reached. You just hoped that he had learnt his lesson, or that other people found the strength to call him out on his disgusting behaviour, but for some reason you doubted it. The girls had all received an anonymous donation in the forms of large bonuses that year, so at least something had come out of it, but there was no way you would work for an organisation that allowed people like him to get away with things like that. You were sure that other people knew and thought themselves far too important to take part in a trivial matter like women’s safety.

-

“Tucker,” you spat at him, and his eyes gleamed with joy. The same leer remained on his face, making you feel sick.

“Major (Y/l/n), it’s been such a long time! It’s an absolute pleasure to have you back on the team.”

“I’m going nowhere near your team, I’d die before I worked for you again, especially now I know you’re with HYDRA, because that’s what this is right? We’re going to Ellesmere Island?”

“Ahh, Major, Major, you’ve always been too clever for your own good, but I’m afraid you’re wrong if you think you have a choice in this. We've just arrived, and I'll be taking you from here.”

“Go to hell, Tucker, there’s a special place reserved for you.” Bucky looked at you with curious eyes. You had told him about the reason you had left MI-6, but I guess he was still piecing together who this man was and how he fit into the equation. You kept your eyes trained on Tucker as he moved towards Bucky who was positioned under the light. 

“If you say no, your Bucky here won’t last much longer I’m afraid.”

You called his bluff, “As if you’ll be able to overpower Bucky Barnes, you are aware of who he is right?”

At that moment, Tucker slapped a device onto Bucky’s metal arm, and Bucky screamed out in pain. The noise cut straight through you, emptying your heart and making your chest feel heavy. You couldn't bear seeing him in pain, he didn't deserve it, not after all he had been through. The fact that it was Tucker causing him that pain added to your anguish. You tried calling out his name, but he wasn’t responding. After a few seconds, he fell to the floor with a thump, completely unconscious.

“Oh no, now look what you made me do,” Tucker sneered down at Bucky's limp form.

“Don’t you dare insinuate that this is on me, you’re the one with the fucked up moral compass,” you shouted back, moving yourself to Bucky’s side, but before you could touch him, Tucker tutted at you from above, and the undeniable click of a gun forced your eyes away from Bucky’s face.

“Say goodbye to him, it might be the last time you see him whilst your Bucky is still in control,”

You closed your eyes and gave Bucky a small kiss on the cheek. As you stood, you looked away from him, not wanting his final image to be the one in front of you. Instead you conjured up one of him that morning, or was it the morning before? Him, in bed, laughing at his own joke so hard that his eyes crinkled and his nose scrunched up. This was the Bucky that would keep you going through this, and this was the Bucky that you would come back to at the end of all this. You didn't look back when you purposefully walked out of the door. You kept your eyes trained ahead and prepared yourself for the worst, not looking back.

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Chapter 9

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Come Back to Me 5/20

Pairing: Clint Barton x Coulson’s Daughter!Reader

Warning: Angst. Drama. Struggles. Violence? Lying. Anger. Soul shattering ache in your chest. Self hate. Doubts. Plot twist!

Everything slips right through his hands in the blink of an eye. Clint Barton can fix anything. World Ending? Save it. Bad Guys? Take ‘em out. The love of his life, his soul mate, forgetting their whole relationship? Fight even harder. She might not remember what they have. She might be confused, lost, scared, but it’ll be a cold day in hell if she thinks he’ll give up that easy. He’ll do anything he has too. Help her remember, or make her fall in love with him, all over again. But what if it’s not him that she’s getting close to this time? What if it’s a losing fight? Is he supposed to watch the woman he loves, fall for someone else? Like hell, is he letting that happen.

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“In coming!” Someone yells as the elevator opens. Cho and her medical team rush off with the gurney. Covered in ash, small cuts and a gash in her head, Y/N hasn’t woken still. Buck stumbles off after them, mumbling to Cho.

“Buck!?” He calls, catching his attention when the medic team cuts him off.

“Barton!” Bucky looks back, rushing towards them. Nat’s wrapped around him quickly.

“What happened, Buck?” Steve asks.

“They fucking blew the building. Whatever they were doing, they didn’t want us to know about.” He runs his hand through his hair. It’s a tangled, knotted, unkempt mess. “I took the blunt of it. I tried to keep her from getting to hurt.” Buck swallows, looking down at Nat.

“Just walk us through it.” She nods.

“It’s so stupid, Nat.” Buck shakes his head. “I had her. I swore it was the right thing to do. We were sliding across the ground. I put my fucking hand out.” He holds up his metal hand. “Her head bounced off it.” He swallows.

“She hit her head on your arm?” Sam lifts a brow.

“It made a nasty noise.” Buck shakes his head.

“You were trying to protect her.” Nat assures her husband.

“I tried, and I broke her.” Bucky’s voice shakes.

“Bucky.” Clint sniffs, lifting his head. “It could be so much worse if you didn’t do what you did. She’s still breathing. There’s a chance. If you hadn’t, I can’t imagine what it would be like. She’d be dead.” He grips Buck’s shoulder. Sucking in a deep breathe.

“I’m so sorry Clint.” Buck breaks first, dropping his head to Clint’s shoulder. He does the one thing he can, hugs Bucky. He nods, feeling the welling in his own eyes.

“Stark.” Cho stands in the opening.

“What do you need?” Tony steps forward.

“Neuro specialist.” Cho swallows. “She’s got swelling. It’s not my specialty.” She admit.

“Strange.” Peter blurts out.

“What?” They look over at him.

“He, he’s a neuro specialist. His ah that other girl, Palmer. She’s his prodigy.” Peter nods.

“FRIDAY, call Strange. Tell him it’s a medical emergency. Open a fucking portal into the damn Med Bay if he has too.” Tony demands.

“Yes Sir.” She complies.

It’s minutes when they sit down, waiting. Sparks and gold lights cut into a wide opening off to the far side of the waiting room. Strange steps through with a woman. She looks a little confused, he was going to assume that was over the portal.

“Tony what happened?” Strange looks around.

“Y/N.” Clint swallows.

“Christina.” Strange nods, she moves away. Heading down the hall, meeting Cho. “How bad?”

“She hit her head on Bucky’s arm.” Peter explains.

“Trip and fall?” Strange lifts a brow.

“Explosion.” Nat swallows hard.

“I’ll go help Christina.” He nods, jogging after the doctor.

“I’ve read they’re the best. She is, Strange, doesn’t practice anymore. But she’s world renowned. When Strange stepped down, she took his place. She does miracle work.” Peter nods, trying to bring them some form of comfort.

“Thanks Peter.” Clint nods, dragging his hands down his face.

“I just mean, she’s in the best hands.” Peter shrugs.

“We know kid.” Tony assures his child.

“What if the damage is too bad?” Buck squeezes his eyes shut, pain ripping through his expression.

“She’s a good person. Good solider.” Steve spoke softly. Suddenly sitting up quickly. Buck’s head comes up, with wide eyes.

“Steve, Bucky. To my lab.” Tony jumps up. Clint watches them go, unable to even ask for an explanation.

“There is someone, I need to, make a call.” Peter slips from his chair, leaving as well.

“Should someone call Coulson?” Banner asks.

“I will.” Nat nods. She too stands and leaves the room.

“We need to do some testing and want to give her something for the pain. Is she allergic to anything?” Strange is standing in the opening.

“No, not medication.” Clint shakes his head.

“Any medical information we need?” Strange asks.

“Ahh. Yeah, she can’t be on heavy pain meds without making her sick. She’s got low iron, she takes a pill for it.” He rattles it off quickly.

“Good, I can make sure she gets the iron supplement, we’ll give her a nausea med to balance the pain meds.” Strange explains. Sam pats him on the shoulder, reminding him he wasn’t alone. Wanda laces her fingers with his. 

“Thank you.” She speaks up, when he can’t get his mouth to open again.

“I’ll keep you updated.” Strange nods, leaving once more.

“I jinxed it.” Clint whispers to himself. Nat is stepping back into the room.

“How?” Sam looks confused.

“I bought a ring, planned to ask her to spend her life with me.” He shakes his head, tears wetting his cheeks. “I jinxed it. Now she’s slipping through my fingers.” He sniffs.

“I did it. I pushed you. If anyone jinxed things, it was me. I’m at fault.” Nat speaks up.

“Nat. No.” He swallows.

“If Buck was here, he’d say it was his fault.” Sam adds.

“We’re all at fault.” Wanda’s voice the strongest. Her head held up. “We all fucked up. It should have been more than the two of them. I could have gone.” She looks between them. “You should have asked her a long time ago. Nat shouldn’t have tricked her. We all suck.” She shrugs. “But that’s family. We fuck up, but we stick together.”

“Coulson is flying out.” Nat explains, coming to take a seat.

“Guess calling him was premature.” Clint nods. Remembering the phone call with Coulson only hours before.

“He thought I was calling with her answer.” Nat admits.

“Damn.” Sam whispers.

“I’m going to see if there is anything I can do to help.” Banner stands, leaving but he doesn’t head for the Med room, he heads for the elevator like the others.

“I feel like,” Clint shifts in his seat, panic rising in his chest “like I, I can’t breathe.” He pulls at the collar of his T-shirt.

“Want to climb up into the rafters?” Sam offers. Wanda and Nat give him a dirty look. “It was a serious offer.” Sam huffs.

“Come on.” Nat grabs his hand, pulling him up.

“We can’t leave.” He tries to tug back.

“We’ll stay. FRIDAY will page you the second Strange is coming towards us.” Wanda nods.

“Come on.” Nat leads him towards the elevator.

“Nat I don’t think, I can’t breathe.” He swallows, taking short breathes. Feeling like he can’t get a good deep breathe.

“Shhh Barton. Focus on taking slow breathes.” She mummers softly. The elevator moves up, he tries to focus on breathing, but it just feels like he’s being slowly suffocated. The doors slide open and they’re on the landing pad. The breeze hits them, Nat pulls him from the elevator. “Deep breathes.” Her voice soft. “Marc, you see best from a distance. You breathe just the same.” She nods.

He sucks in a shaky, uneven breathe. He crumples, slumping back against the side wall. Deep breathes, the clarity he needed, was his undoing. Nat wraps around him, dropping down beside him. Allowing him to sob into her shoulder.

In coming alert warns them, someone was landing soon. His head comes up, Nat looks over. A quin jet hovers as it slows it’s landing on the pad. The jet slowly being pulled in under the cover of the tower. 

They exchange a look as the jet turns on the pad. The ramp beeps loudly, before slowly lowering. Standing in the opening, waiting for the ramp to come down. Phil Coulson.

“Sorry I took so long.” He steps down the ramp.

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Pure Blood 9 (Sirius Black x F!Oc)

A/n: Maybe the longest chapter I've written ... for now. 

Words: 3,298

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Chapter 8  // Chapter 10

Chapter 9: Lies

"Jenna, please wait," I say, taking her arm. She stops and turns to me.

"What do you want?"

"Sorry, seriously, forgive me for being so abrupt with you the other day, it was not my intention,” She raises an eyebrow waiting for more. I sigh, "Sorry for being a bad friend.”

I pout and try with my best puppy eyes.

“You'll tell me what happened with Lupin?"

Oh, that.

"It's no big deal on its own…" I bite my lip. "He agreed with Evans to be the best in every class, a stupid plan to make me fail my classes. I found out and talked to Slughorn."

She looks at me in confusion and analyzes my pathetic excuse, but seems satisfied.

"Idiots, nobody can compete with the Slytherin princess,” I smile and she imitates me. That was close.

"That's me. We’re fine, then?"

"We are," She locks her arm with mine, "Let's go to Hogsmeade"

“Wait, you’re not going with someone else? It seemed like you had a plan-” I suddenly realize what’s going on, “You knew I was going to beg your forgiveness, right?"

She lets out a laugh.

"I know you very well P," I should have guessed.

We both walked to the carriages and arrived in Hogsmeade in no time. At this time, it was already starting to get cold, it wouldn’t be long before it began to snow. Hogwarts is beautiful when it’s covered in white.

I’m wearing my usual jeans, boots, light sweater and a small scarf, while full Jenn wore boots, gray socks, a pink skirt and a cream sweater. Her blond hair is in a cute ponytail, several boys sent flirtatious smiles and she ignores them all the same.

“D'you know what would be great?"

"Eat?" I answer when I feel my stomach roar. She laughs.

“Yeah, but just before you came to your knees to apologize,” I growl. “A senior boy invited me out. I said no because I didn't feel like it. I want to start studying, I have a herbology test soon.”

"And?" She sighs.

“It's something I had to tell you before but I was angry. The thing is, I don't see anything fun in dating guys anymore”

“Maybe you’ll find someone during our vacations”

"I wish- ah, yes!" She says, shaking me, "I talked to Regulus the other day, will you stop ignoring the poor puppy?"

“Don't call him that, and yes. We're fine, I'll talk to him later,” We arrive at the three broomsticks and sit at a table near a window. A waiter took our order and left.

Jenna updated me with all the gossip at school after being a couple of days apart. When did so many things happen? I have no idea. I’d never been aware of anything, Jenna and Regulus took care of that, even if I didn't ask for it.

"Evans rejected Potter again, but this time he made a whole scene, some say he took all that out of a muggle book, Juliet and-"

"Romeo and Juliet- Shakespeare,” I interrupt her and she seems surprised.

"How do you know that?" I feel my cheeks burn and I shrink in my place.

"I heard it once,” Vile lie, the other night Remus and I talked about the popular Muggles books. He told me the plot and read some lines.

"Anyway, the plan did not work and Evans rejected him, it was fun," In that we heard the bell of the entrance and a group of girls come laughing. They sit a couple of tables away from us. "Talking about the devil…”

Lily Evans was with her friends: Marlene Mckinnon, Alice Longbottom and Elsa Smith. They haven’t noticed our presence.

"Just ignore them," I say without thinking. Jenna looks at me confused.

"That's what I usually say, because you, my dear friend, are the first to get her claws out, especially with Evans." She says raising an eyebrow. I shrug.

"I'm not in the mood to fight,” The waiter brings our butterbeers and our food.

"Wait, I didn't ask for food-“ I raise my head to call the waiter, but Jenna doesn't let me.

"I asked, I know you haven’t eaten well and that should stop.” I grimace. "Now eat, it's just a chocolate croissant, you love chocolate!”

"You play dirty,” She laughs.

The conversation continues smoothly, but something’s changed, I could see Jenna looking at the table where Lily was. She watched, sighed and turned to me with an absent expression.

"You're good? Is the table over there more interesting than my super story about how I plan to be the best Auror ever? ” She is startled.

"Everything is fine, just-" She laughs nervously, "One of the girls has a beautiful blouse, I would like to know where she got it," she says… blushing?

Wait. What?

"You should ask them, they are not far" I say finishing my plate. She shares her head.

"I know you wouldn't be comfortable if I asked, besides, I don't want to bother.” I frown.

At what time has Jenna stopped doing things to avoid making me angry?

“Come on, I know you want to go there, don't worry about me. You're just going to ask them something”

“Sure?”

“You don't have to ask me for permission, Jenn. Just go.” She nods, happier than I thought. She gets up and goes to the table.

She interrupts the conversation, but something catches my attention: they receive her as another one of their group, make a place at the table.

I may be clueless, but I thought she was not welcome in that group either. I remember that Evans also treated her like me. This is odd, but I decide not to intervene and I only watch while I drink my beer, I surely look crazy, but I don't care.

They talk and laugh, Jenna seems in her element, when did they become such friends? I think I should pay more attention, will she ever tell me?

No, I dont think so. I finish my beer and the waiter arrives to collect everything, I pay him.

I think it's my time to go, I don't want to be watching all the time.

I get up and approach the table only to say goodbye to her, but on the way I realize something.

Marlene Mckinnon and Jenna share looks and complicit smiles, both are sitting facing each other and it seems they’re not really paying attention to Alice's story. 

I frown, but it all makes sense before my friend's actions. She takes Marlene's hand under the table and holds it affectionately, then they both laugh, Jenna places a strand of her hair behind her ear and at last, approaches Marlene to whisper something. She laughs.

This can’t be.

This cannot be.

That is the technique she uses to flirt! Actually, she has several, but with Marlene she has put them all together.

Jenna likes Marlene!

“Do you need something, Singh?" At that moment I notice that I’m right in front of your table, just watching and probably with my mouth open.

I shake my head.

"Sorry I just-" I don't know what to say, Jenna looks at me, maybe wondering if I saw her technique and of course I saw her. I share a look with her and bite my lip. "I... I was leaving and-"

I say, and they all just looked at me confused. Jenna gets up and takes me by the shoulders. I thought the surprises were ending, but no. A small glow catches my attention. I look at Marlene's hand and let out a gasp. Jenna quickly covers my mouth and surrounds me with her free arm.

"Well girls, we're leaving," She says as I try to talk about her hand causing only stifled noises. I move to get out of her grip, but it doesn't work.

Jenna drags me through the place until we get out of it, walks to a small alley and forces me to be against the wall without removing her hand from my mouth.

"Persephone!"

"You never call me that!" It's what I wanted to say, but only muffle noises keep coming.

"Stop moving!”

I can't with this. I pass my tongue over her hand and she screams.

”Persephone! That's gross!”

"Yes, good. You should wash your hands more often,” I complain and fix my clothes, “What the fuck was that?” She grimaces.

"What are you talking about?" I'm too tense for this.

"She has your bloody ring, Jenna!" I scream no matter who could happen to hear us, she doesn't try to shut me up, "Marlene Mckinnon! She has the ring that you never take off, the one you don't let me touch, the ring your mom gave you since you were little! Why the fuck does that mudblood-?”

No wait. That’s wrong. Jenna looks down for a moment and when it looks up my heart is shattered into a thousand pieces

"No, I mean-“ I clear my throat "Why does she have it... why?" Yes, better.

This is what I call progress. Her eyes tear up and she fidgets.

“Sorry, I didn't want to call her that. Sorry…” I say hugging her.

She cries a little on my shoulder and then returns the hug.

"What's going on, Jenna?" I say as we part, she waves a hand near her face.

"I didn't want you to know,"She sobs

"Wait, all that speech that you were fed up with all the boys here, was because you wanted to date girls?”

"Something like that,” We’re silent for a few seconds.

"I'm stupid."

"Persephone, I know what you think and maybe that's why I didn't tell you, but I think... I really like her, I don't care if we're girls or Muggles-“

"Stop there,” I say raising my hand "I am processing this.”

“P-"

"All this time, you haven't dated anyone since we came here, and I just told you that you would find another idiot out of Hogwarts?”

"Yes?" She replies.

"I'm stupid. How did I not realize before?" I hit my forehead, "Sure, because you could only be with a boy- ugh,” I growl. "There are also girls-“

I look at her.

"Of course you can be with one of them- well you're with one-“

"Wait, I don't understand. Are you upset that you didn't realize?" It seems like a joke, but yes. I sigh.

"Sorry for not being aware of all this, Jenna" I hold her hands, "I feel like I've been very selfish for many years…”

"Hey, honey," She takes my chin and laughs. "It's okay!”

"No, it isn't" I let go of her grip, "I just thought about my problems and I didn't realize many things -with Regulus or with you- I feel like crap.”

She laughs again.

"What are you laughing at, idiot? I'm having a moment,” Now she laughs louder.

"P, I can't believe it," She says, trying to calm herself down. "I was scared that you might get mad because I like a girl or because she is Muggles' daughter, but it bothers you that you didn’t know."

"I don’t see whah’s so funny,” I pout.

"Quiet, P. Everything’s fine,” She smiles shyly.

"Do you really like her?" I venture and she nods. Suddenly I scream, "My best friend is in love!”

She tries to cover my mouth again, but now I stop her, we both fight as we laugh.

"Don't say that strong word!” I let out a laugh.

"Strong word your ass,” At some point, my leg fail and I fall to the ground, Jenna just laughs.

“It's a pleasure to be your clown, seriously. I live for that,” I say sitting up. I rub my back.

"You're an idiot.”

"You too. An idiot in loooove,” I tease and she blushes “Oh, are you shy now?”

"No, it's just weird to hear you say it," She says, helping me to get up.

“It’s not bad to say it or be it. Besides, you are in love, why would you give her your ring if not? ”

I say brushing off the dirt from my clothes.

"Well, I had to give her something, after being together for so long,” I frown.

"How long have you been dating, Jenna?" She is surprised and realizes what she’d said. “Jenna?”

How is it that a few minutes ago we were laughing and now I'm afraid of what she could say?

"Two years…” she whispers, but I can hear her perfectly.

"What!?" She steps back.

"I can explain it-“

"I hear you…” I step back a little and cross my arms. She opens and closes her mouth several times. "You have been dating her for two years. And you didn't deign to tell me?"

"I didn't know how to tell you!” The tears are coming back.

“When were you going to do it? When we leave school? While living together or would you also hide it? While one of you were expecting a baby!?” I exploded.

“No- I…” I can't do this, I don't want to see her crying, but I can't just say ‘Oh, okay, it was only two years that you lied to me.’

“After the scene you did before coming here because I hid something from you and you had the biggest secret of all…” Now I’m tearing up. "You know? It hurts that you couldn't tell me, I thought we were friends.”

"We are, but... you don't understand” I let out a dry laugh.

“I don’t, you're right- For two years…”

I’ve had enough. I leave the alley and walk through the streets of Hogsmeade.

I may be exaggerating, maybe she really didn't know how to tell me, was she that afraid of me? She thought I was going to be angry about her blood status or her sexuality? How bad have I been? She was wrong not to tell me, but I was worse at creating that insecurity.

My vision is clouded by tears, I don’t see where I’m going until I collide with a man, I step back a little and clean my eyes.

"I'm so sorry, I didn’t know where I was going-“

"My intention was to come to you, sweetie." I look up to meet a tall man, he’s got dark hair and eyes. His face is covered with freckles and a kind smile.

"Alphard?" I say with a smile.

He opens his arms and smiles. I don't wait any longer and hug him as hard as I can.

“This is a good hug, not like Sirius's. That boy is shy for everything,” I laugh in his chest. We break apart.

"Why were you crying, my love?" He says touching my cheek.

"Oh, it's nothing" He stares at me.

"You know you can't lie to me,” I huff.

“I argued with my best friend…”

"Tell Uncle Alphard everything.”

________________________

"Did you talk to Sirius?" The man nods, eating his candy. After going to Honeydukes we sat on a bench near a small bush.

"Yes, he seemed very upset, he told me about the great news of marriage," I shudder, "How do you feel about it, honey?” I sigh.

"Being honest- I'm angry, I didn't think they were going to do it, but at the same time I'm not surprised they did it,” I take a bite of my chocolate frog.

He nods.

“I understand you both. I think the strange thing was that they prepared it so soon, for me they did it at the beginning of my seventh year.”

"But you were never married, Uncle Alphard-“ He laughs.

"Maybe, but that didn't stop them from trying to arrange a marriage for convenience," I look surprised.

"How did you get out of that?"

"Oh, you have the same look as Sirius, but I'm sorry, it's not like I got out of that responsibility, sweetie," I grimace.

"So?"

He sighs.

“I had a girlfriend when I was about to finish school, of course she was pure blood. Not that it was a requirement for me, since I was young I did not share the same beliefs as my family, but I suppose I was lucky to find Endora,” He smiles nostalgic, “she was sweet and affectionate, it was also pure luck that her parents had a Good job in the ministry. We were in love, and we planned to get married. I was willing to leave a lot of broken hearts.” He jokes and I hit his shoulder. We both laugh.

"What happened?" His smile is erased.

“She… she got sick. Shortly after she died- I was devastated, my parents felt sorry for me, they also loved Endora- so they didn't pressure me to get married”

I see the man sitting next to me, looking at the floor, maybe remembering those good moments.

I always thought of Alphard Black as the best uncle anyone could have. He’s funny, affectionate, always helped us with mischief or covered us when we planned something. He made fun of the other adults and didn't take things seriously, he was our best accomplice, the best partner.

"If Sirius dies, I may have a chance," I said half-joking.

“I don't believe it, sweetie. My sister can be hell, I don't think she is as compassionate as our parents,” He says.

We both laugh. He looks at me and puts a lock of my hair away.

“You look as beautiful as ever, I don't understand why Sirius and you aren’t together…” At that moment I feel a knot in my stomach and I groan, causing a laugh from him.

"Don't even joke about it”

“Oh, young people… so stupid. They don't realize anything-”

"Shut up, old man.”

"Do you remember when we stole Walburga's birthday cake?" He says excitedly, like a little boy. I nod laughing.

“You distracted the adults while we stole it. But Regulus was very small and clumsy, the cake fell down getting everyone's attention.”

“The best thing was that we ate it anyway!”

This was what I liked most about Alphard, he always makes the pain in my stomach go away.

"Uncle, I thought you were gone…” The four marauders come to our side.

I settle in my place, uncomfortable because of their presence. Remus gives me a smile and I return it for a brief second.

“Can't I enjoy a day in Hogsmeade with a beautiful young lady, nephew?”

"You can, just that you're missing the beautiful lady.” James and Sirius laugh like idiots and I roll my eyes.

“Don't be a jealous child, Sirius. Behave.” I look at the man. Sirius stops laughing and clears his throat. The only adult he listens to is his uncle.

“It's a pleasure to see you, Mr. Black,” adds Remus, always so polite.

"Yes, it’s cool. Sirius was very selfish in not telling us that you would come,” Potter teases, hitting his friend.

"I had to talk to him about important issues," Sirius mumbles, looking at me.

“I'm glad to see you guys too. But I think I must go…” I can't help pouting, watching his movements, “Come on, sweetie. I promise to have another meeting with you” I nod while Sirius lets out a snort.

Alphard gets up and gives me a hug.

“You know you can write to me whenever you want, Persephone.”

“Okay…” He kisses my forehead and moves away a little. He waves goodbye to the others and puts a hand on Sirius's shoulder.

“I hope our conversations has served you, guys. Although, I forgot to mention something…” He smiles, “You should ask for help from your friends, you’d be surprised of how many unions can be ruined by a good plan”

Everyone sees the man in utter confusion. Everyone, but one person, that understood clearly what he’d meant.

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AMOR VINCIT OMNIA - Chapter Two

A/N: Here it is – the official chapter two of the Sam Drake x reader series. I’m planning on writing two chapters a week, but I will keep you guys updated when I will upload. Enjoy and let me know what you think!

Y/N = Your name.

Y/F/N = Your first name.

Y/L/N = Your last name.

Characters: Sam Drake, Nathan Drake, Rafe Adler, Y/N.

Warnings: angst.

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author of this story. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any previously copyrighted material. No copyright infringement is intended.

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Chapter Two

All That’s Left

 Scotland, November 2000

Thin frozen puddles crack under your winter boots. The bitter cold creeps through layers of clothing, numbing your fingers until they feel stiff, unable to handle the task at hand. It has been almost ten weeks since Sam’s death. You never experienced grief this bad before. Every memory played like a song in your head, repeating itself for what seemed like forever. You were mostly lost because you had lost your other half. You could never get that part back and you wanted it so bad as life depended on it, but it was gone, vanished. Grief is the price we have to pay for loving someone. It is an emptiness of heart, a shear of nothingness that takes over and holds your soul and threatens to kill you. You never got to tell him you loved him one last time. He had been your anchor when you started to drift. There was nothing left of him, except for his clothes and some other belongings.

After you left Panama with Nate and Rafe you travelled to Scotland. There was a part of you that didn’t want to have anything to do with this bloody treasure anymore, but you couldn’t stop here - you had to finish what you had started in the first place. The cross had led you to the Saint Dismas Cathedral. Soon after arriving in the northern third of the island of Great Britain, Rafe managed to buy the land around the historical site. The last few weeks you’ve been running through the list of places the treasure could have been hidden, checking off the ones you had already searched. Your brain was working non-stop on a low battery. There is a sort of tired that needs a good night’s sleep, but this was another kind; you needed so much more. This tiredness was both physical and mental, but you knew that if you would rest the darkness would lurk around the corner. That pain was too much to cope with, too hard to deal with. You had to stay busy.

The fever came fast, robbing you of your strength. Your hands were shaking gently as you reached for the map of the cathedral and the area around it. Nate saw how vulnerable you were and how much of a toll the last weeks had taken. “You need to go home,” he said while taking your hand in his so you would turn around. “You can’t keep going like this.” The weather was rough and cold, but your face was covered in a thin layer of cold sweat. Nathan’s eyes showed the kind of gentle concern a big brother has. He touched your forehead and spoke with a soft voice. “Let me bring you home, you are burning up.”

“No, you don’t have to. I’ll take the day off and relax a bit at the apartment. I’m just tired, that’s all,” you told him, wrapping your arms around him. The two of you walked back to your motorcycle, talking about the amount of ground you still had to cover in search of the treasure. Nate was broken too, but just as you he was not one to talk about emotions easily. You grabbed your helmet and told Nate to be careful before you drove off.

Edinburgh, the capital of Scotland, was one of the prettiest cities in your opinion. It attracts lots of international tourist and students every year and has plenty of history to learn. You rented a small apartment with Nate in the old parts of town - not a luxurious accommodation like the one Rafe was staying at in the centre of the city. The third floor flat was a traditional stone built located in a quiet residential area. The old home consists of a small hallway, a bright sitting room with fireplace, a small kitchen area, two separate bedrooms – one for you, one for Nate – and a bathroom with shower and toilet. As soon as you step inside tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling on your dirty face. The muscles of your chin tremble and you can hear nothing but your own sounds, like a distressed child. It took the last energy from you as you collapsed to the ground – the nausea crept up from your abdomen to your head as the world went black.

It was only five hours later as Nate entered the small flat. As he opens the door to the living room his eyes turn wide; he spots you on the old wooden floor, not moving and drenched in sweat. In two large strides he reached you, kneeling down checking for a pulse. Knowing that you are still alive, he picks you up and brings you to the couch. The cold feeling of a cloth against your face brought you back to reality – it was soothing the feverish sensation. Nate observed every detail; he didn’t recognize the person looking back at him anymore.  Dark circles around your eyes, cheeks shrunk to half displaying sharp cheekbones and a pale skin. He carded his fingers through your hair, moving it to the side of your face. He stood up and walked towards the kitchen sighing softly, “You scared the shit out of me, Y/N.” You didn’t know what to say – you didn’t even know what the hell was wrong with you. You had been feeling under the weather for a few days already, but this scared you. Finally, being able to sit up straight, you had to catch your breath waiting for the sick feeling in your stomach to disappear. Nathan’s eyes were set on you, making you feel a bit uncomfortable while the knot in your stomach only became tighter. You had to get up as fast as possible to not vomit all over the furniture. Nate followed you to the bathroom and decided to call the doctor’s office for advice.

Two hours and a lot of questions later, they finally performed some standard exams and took your blood. You lay down in the hospital bed with Nate sitting by your side, waiting for the results to come back. He had called Rafe to tell him what was going on, but finding the treasure was way more important to him. A few moments later the door opened and a small woman wearing a white coat walked in greeting you, “Hello, you must be Y/F/N Y/L/N. My name is Doctor Brendan.” She rolled a chair towards the end of your bed and started examining the chart in her hands. “So, are you feeling a bit better?”

“Yes. The ache in my body is almost gone and I don’t think I have the urge to vomit anymore,” you told her with a small smile on your face.

“Okay, that is great news. Uhm, I’m not sure if… I mean… when is the last time you had any intercourse with someone?” she saw how you looked at Nate and asked you if you wanted to talk in private.

“No, there is no need to. You can ask me anything in front of Nate. He is my best friend… my only best friend,” you said, whispering the last part of your sentence. “The last time I slept with someone was in August, so if I had to guess… almost ten weeks ago,” you told her with the pain visibly on your face. The memories came flooding back and your eyes start to water.

Flashback Your bodies fit together as if you were made for each other. His arms wrap around your back and in one gentle pull your skin touches. With a laugh he lifts you right off your feet, carrying you towards the bed, letting you fall with a soft bounce on the mattress. “So, you bought this just for me,” Sam chuckles while kissing you softly and you lock eyes for a moment. He got lost in yours and touches your face like it were a holy grail, because that is what you were; a treasure he didn’t want to lose. Never did he dare to think that he would find someone like you; you were the most astonishing girl he ever met – easy to talk to and fun to be around. Sam let his eyes slide over your body, taking in everything; he loved the emerald green bra and panties you bought, just for him. Before you know it, you were both completely naked, and you make love like never before.

The doctor tried to calm you down a bit, offering you a glass of water. It took you a couple of minutes to relax and resume the conversation. You had no idea where the questions were leading to, maybe you picked up a virus of some sorts during all the travel from the last months. Doctor Brendan smiled at you and took your hand. “There is no need to be worried, Y/N. There is nothing wrong with you – but you need to start to take care of yourself better…,” you nodded at the doctor. You knew she was right; you couldn’t go on like this. “…because there is a little human being growing inside you.”

This was not supposed to happen. How could this be happening right now? How were you going to work this out? You didn’t want this. “What? How? No! I don’t know what to do. I can’t do this,” you mumbled while the panic took over your body. Nate didn’t let go of you and tried to calm you down. “It’s going to be okay, Y/N! I got your back,” he told you. The doctor clearly didn’t expect this reaction and left you two alone for a bit. “Please, take all the time you need. I will be in the office across this room if you have any questions.” You definitely needed time to think, to let it all sink in. There was something growing inside you - it was all there was left of you and Sam. Half you, half him.

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[magicalwriting]

Superhuman Update!!

I have decided to make an update on this WIP, since I have decided on making a lot, and I mean a lot of changes to this WIP.

If you don’t know what Superhuman is about, it follows a teenage girl named Allison who one day discovers that she has telekinesis. The story then follows her as she tries to figure out how she got these powers, while also meeting suspicious people and learning things that will change her entire world view. It’s currently on the first draft with a word count of 30k words, making it one of the longest pieces of writing I have ever written.

I’m really proud of how much I was able to write this story, and I love the characters and how they interacted.

However...I decided that I want to discontinue this story. I won’t be writing it anymore, simply because the story I wanted to write wasn’t this. This isn’t the story I want for Allison.

I want to give Allison and these other characters that I made and love a much different, but overall much better and much more exciting story. So, the plot of the story is changing completely, but the characters and their personalities (along with their arcs in a sense) are staying the same.

A part of me was hesitant to go through with this story because I have written so much of the original before, not to mention that I know there are lots of people who were following the progress because they thought the story was interesting. I’m sorry to disappoint anyone that really liked the story, but I want to go a different route for these characters.

But Angel, what is this new story about?

I’m glad you asked rhetorical question!

This new story follows Allison, (same girl,) only this time, she’s a girl who has lived her entire life with the knowledge of her power. She has an adoptive father who also has powers, although his are ice powers instead of telekinesis. They do their best to live a normal life, keeping their powers a secret, until one day, Allison meets other kids with powers just like her.

She then learns that these kids are on the run. There is a secret but powerful organization that hunts down kids like them. Nobody knows who they are. All they know is that if they get caught, they’ll be sent away and experimented on due to their powers.

So Allison and her dad join these people as they are on the run. But not only is their main goal to be fully free, but to also end this organization once and for all.

That’s the new synopsis for the book. Again, I’m really hesitant to fully follow through with this plan, because there seems to be a niche genre of, “kids get superpowers and have to run away from people in power who wants to exploit them.” I’ve been seeing a trailer for a new Marvel movie that basically fits this niche.

But...I still want to do it. I really like the idea and I really want to write it. Yes, it’s similar, but I assure you that I made this all up in my head and I’m not intentionally plagiarizing. (It’s really hard to plagiarize ideas like these anyways. Is that even a thing?) Also, I gotta stop being so scared of trying new things, like a completely different take on stories for my characters. Sure, it’s not original, but this may never get published. I’m still only a kid. Also, I have a ton of other ideas and stories that could work just as well. I think that it’ll be best for me to try this idea if I believe it to be better.

That’s still 30k words down the drain. I’ll probably revisit that WIP and take out as much as I can from it. There’s no way I’m leaving it that quickly.

So...yeah. I’m discontinuing Superhuman. I’m still not sure what to do with all of the posts I made about it. I’ll probably put them on private or something similar to that, because I don’t have the heart to delete it. But yeah, I’ll be focusing on writing this new story instead. To anyone who was looking forward to a different kind of update, I’m sorry. Hopefully you could enjoy any content I make with this new story. (Remember, it has the same characters from before!)

@just-a-strayed-soul @silverdrabbles @stardustspiral @talkingsperm @woodland-scriptorium @keen2meecha @owl-writes @rewrit @nothingisliteral @fartistically @kalis-scribbles @liarede @whimsicalinkposts Thank you all so much for the support on my Superhuman WIP! I genuinely appreciate it. I hope that the new story will intrigue you, but of course I understand if it won’t. If this new WIP sounds interesting to you, and if you want to see the new journey that Allison will go on, simply tell me if you want to stay on the tag list. But if this doesn’t interest you, also tell me, and I’ll remove you.

If you managed to read to the end, thank you! I’ll be getting out new Superhuman content soon. Here’s a piece of cake as a thank you for reading this far! 🍰

[climaxstriker]

Notes on Wally

Yeah, I’m just making this post as a sort of guide for a mysterious warframe villain that I’m pretty sure is going to make a move soon-ish in an upcoming update.

Dude has a “I’m helping you to help me” Vibe. I made a similar post before but I figured, hey anyone who plays warframe might find this one wanting some idea of what he is. Plus shits and giggles. So Notes are underneath the cut. It’s more or less a recap.

First thing you need to know. The man in the wall is not an illusion. He’s an intelligent being. That much is certain.

I’ll just go over everything as I know from chronological order. From The war within to now.

The War Within: He wanted us to consume the Kuva. A corrupting Oil that brings madness and evil. So right there is an indicator that he wants you to do things that would not be beneficial to your well-being. One important detail to note is mainly how the Queen’s tried to take over your body. She wanted to corrupt your mind with despair.There’s also the detail that the Zariman 10-0 Massacre, where you were forced to kill your parents when Wally controlled all of the adults on the ship. Rell figured it out that his mother wasn’t his mother anymore....that someone was controlling her. That was the beginning of his carefully calculated plan.

The Sacrifice: This whole hunt for Umbra started because the Lotus gave us the vision of Umbra fighting Ballas. This was done telepathically rather than through transmissions. Why would someone use telepathy rather than their usual transmissions and why would she keep telepathy a secret until now? That makes no sense....Assuming of course, that was the Lotus at all. 

Umbra is a warframe with only one memory, being forced to murder his own son, Isaah, made to replay it again and again and again. At the end of the quest, Wally asks if we remember Umbra’s memory the way we do. Confirming it will have him say “Good.” Sounds strange right? Lotus’ sudden telepathy, Wally’s satisfaction at knowing you’ve internalized Umbra’s memory, Plus why would the Lotus show you a warframe to obtain after betraying us? They don’t make sense by themselves but Assume that wasn’t the Lotus but Wally that called you, then it suddenly makes a LOT more sense. Lotus’ whereabouts were merely bait for you to synchronize with Umbra and internalize his memory. The reason? The memory was Umbra being forced to murder his own son. Huh, being forced to murder family was what happened on the Zariman 10-0, right? Huh, that’s weeeeird. Total coincidence, right? Yeah, that has to be a coincidence. Especially if Wally’s involved.

The Chimera Prologue: Wally appears before us wearing Lotus’ helmet. He wants you to follow him. At the end, you find Ballas lamenting his death being stolen from him. He laments how he’s been fooled by Natah. He says to truly end this war, love must die. Meaning we’ll have to kill the Lotus, now reborn as Natah, our former surrogate mother. He gives us the mental blueprint on the Paracesis. It was clear Wally lead us there on purpose. He wanted us to have that sword. Just so we’d be well equipped and aware of what part we’ll have to play in the upcoming quest: the new war.

The bastard’s plan: You’ll noticed I bolded certain phrases throughout this entire post, that’s because I wanted you guys to see the same pattern I saw. Being forced to kill family is something I doubt most people would ever want happen. And Wally was around for a good bit of it. He wants you to be good and traumatized for when he body snatches you. Teshin said the Queen wanted to corrupt your mind with despair until only she remains, nothing says despair like being forced to kill your parents......again. Plus I would think the emotions Umbra felt upon being forced to kill his son was nothing short of despair. He wants to body snatch you and nearly all the pieces are falling into place. He’s trying to push that button again and again until you finally break.

Things I noticed about him though: In the Railjack, there’s a part called a reliquary drive. Inside the reliquary drive, is a giant finger. Yes, your railjack is powered by a giant finger, I wish I was making this up. Wally is very much connected to it since we hear “his” voice when we approach it. Plus when you plug the key into the reliquary drive after completing the war within, you see him waving to you with one finger bent down. Safe to say, that giant finger belongs to him.

Bad news from that revelation: BOI’S FUCKING BIG.

Good news: He has a physical body. If he has a body, he can be killed, assuming his body isn’t already dead. However, even that’s not as simple as that. Otherwise Rell would’ve passed on a LONG time ago. I DID find something interesting though.

This mother fucker is connected to The Duviri Paradox (Well, duh. you see him when you search up the pains of duviri and he’s shown at the end of the trailer). That’s important as fuck because in the Duviri trailer....lies the Zariman 10-0 colony ship.

See how this guy’s arm is clearly robotic in nature? I know, we found a FINGER, not an ARM BUT consider this possibility: in Erra, there was more than one railjack being flown to fight Hunhow. those railjacks’ engines would need to be powered via the reliquary drive. Which would mean more than one finger. I believe, after this guy’s arm was chopped off through unknown circumstances, the Orokin chopped up this guy’s arm to use as a battery for the Railjacks. Dude’s a mysterious character in the void, Check. He’s got a body part that would contain a finger missing, check. Aaaand the Zariman 10-0 is involved. Fucking Check. This guy has got to be the man in the wall.

Possible Weaknesses(?): Rell finally passed on when we terminated his warframe, his then current vessel, AFTER his main body died. This was in the void too. Replicating the circumstances in which Rell finally passed on may help kill Wally for good. Rell died because he no longer had a body to possess. Wally on the other hand, does have a body to possess, albeit, a body he can live without. At first I thought it was dying, but his spirit got stuck in Rell’s warframe for centuries so there must be nothing wrong with it unless there’s some voidy timey wimey stuff going on. I mean, the Operator does age to an adult during the duviri paradox, so anything’s possible. He wants to possess our own body as his own way of escaping. Terminating any vessels he may have in the real world, and in the Duviri area should be the only way to permanently end this piece of shit.

His Vessel in the real world should be either his finger, or the Lotus’ helmet. If I’ve got Wally’s mindset pegged, and I’m pretty damn sure I do, he’d most likely possessed the Lotus’ helmet thinking “If I possess the helmet, it’ll be that much easier to show them the visions I want them to see. Plus, if by chance they figure out I’m possessing this thing, their first instinct will be to destroy this item. But it’s of very high sentimental value to them, so destroying it will be like erasing one of the last traces of mommy dearest and sink them even deeper in despair. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA” (Yes, I did have to add in the evil laugh. It was fucking essential, shut up.) But we’re going to have to have our operators grow up. Grow stronger and become better people from the despair that they face. THat’s the way we fight off Wally.

Oh, and if given the choice......

DO. NOT. PUT. ON. THAT. HELMET.

If Wally IS possessing it, then wearing it would be the worst thing you can do. I am positive he’ll possess you for sure.

Fighting him off does not mean his plans end: Wally carefully calculated this plot in such a way that even if we fight him off, he’ll try again with another Tenno. So, for the sake of ending this piece of shit once and for all, we’ll want his eyes remaining on us.He had everyone kill their parents, he’ll try again with other Tenno even if we foil his plan of possessing us. Going on the offensive seems to be the only option to permanently destroy him. 

Like any person ever, Wally is not perfect: He doesn’t appear to have the ability to read minds. I base this off him asking us if remembering us killing Issah was the way we remember it. If he could read minds, he would’ve known that already. Sure, he could’ve done that act just to get closer to us, but if he had such an ability, he could’ve avoided Rell’s seal on him for sure. This brings up a hopeful possibility that is a bit of a stretch.....

The Operator already knows what Wally is doing: I say it’s a stretch because it took me a while to figure it out his plan, but if it’s an act, it’s a pretty damn good one but if I could see what he’s doing, there’s no reason the Operator shouldn’t either. Using their knowledge on the process of how the continuity works from the war within, and the fact that Wally was sealed away with Rell means that he’d want a body in the real world. Plus, you know, he’s an evil malevolent spirit that is sketchy as fuck. The fact he’s after the Operator means that they plan on taking them over next. Just like he did with the adults on the Zariman 10-0. I needed more evidence but with the right way of thinking, it is possible to see his plan coming. Especially if the “Lotus” didn’t use transmissions but telepathy. I could see the Operator faking the internalization of Umbra’s memory just to string him along. Because the Operator knows if Wally is scared off, he’ll just try taking over another Tenno. They know that if they want to stop him for good, they’ll just have to play dumb and wait for the right moment.

Again, this is a bit of a stretch so I’m not entirely convinced on this possibility.

Tl;dr: Read the damn essay you coward. >=3