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keyh0use · 2 years ago

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Kinktober Day 3: Thigh Riding

Choking, degrading names, and Rafe calls Barry daddy twice

Barry heard Rafe well before catching sight of him.

The sound of the kooks obnoxiously loud dirt bike revving down the straight road, going way faster than it should be before coming to an almost abrupt halt outside the shop.

It would be embarrassing how relieved the older man feels just knowing Rafe is here, if anyone was around to witness the way his shoulders sagged and a small smile pulled at the corners of his lips.

Then bright eyes and even brighter swim trunks turned the corner, and in strolled Rafe.

"Thought you were supposed to be miles out on the ocean by now," comments Barry, not glancing up from the bike he's currently rushing to finish working on, a tinge of pink dusting his high cheekbones.

Rafe counters, "Wasn't supposed to be alone today."

And yeah, that's fair. The last thing the mechanic wanted to do on a Saturday was go into the garage and do another man's job, but someone had to cover the shift and get all the shit done by Monday.

"Yeah, well, some of us got jobs instead of trust funds, country club." Barrys sitting on a misshapen wooden chair and it pleasantly surprised when it doesn't collapse as the boy drops down to straddle his thigh.

Two arms twine around the older man's neck and Rafe is leaning in to press a kiss to his handsome face, all while Barry's focus remains on the task at hand, all too used to this sort of behaviour from his easily bored boyfriend.

Rafe asks, "Thought your job was taking care of me?"

"Ain't that what I'm doin'?" retorts Barry, nodding at the bike like it's a physical embodiment of the career he keeps to contribute to their lifestyle.

"Not what I meant." Leaning forward, Rafe licks a broad stripe up Barry's tanned throat, salty with sweat. A oil-stained hand smacks against the boys thigh, smearing grease on the milky skin exposed there.

Barry snaps, "Watch yourself, boy. We're in public."

Only they're not—not really.

The shop is quiet except for a shitty radio playing some fuzzy country music station and the faint sound of birds chirping outside the open garage door, barren road in the near distance.

Barry's only supposed to be filling in until noon, giving them another thirty minutes or so before his scatterbrained coworker shows back up.

Still, it's a bad idea.

Ignoring the warning, Rafe nips at the older man's earlobe and whines, "But I've been waiting all day." The dramatics are accompanied by a peppering of kisses to heated flesh and Barry doesn't have to see Rafe's face to know he's pouting.

"Don't be a brat, country club, you can wait 'til we're home."

Or at least in the truck on a back road.

Rafe tucks his chin down to bite at Barry's collarbone, coveralls unzipped just enough to grant him access, and he shuffles back to give himself more space. With a slight tilt of his hips, Rafe's clothed erection is pressed firmly to the muscular thigh beneath him, material dragging against material.

"Rafe," scolds the older man, lips pressed firmly together and hand hovering in the air, midway between him and bike with a tool he suddenly forgets how to use.

The kook rolls his cock onto Barry's leg slowly, almost as if he's trying to be discreet, like he doesn't want to be caught. Like he wants to get away with going against Barry's direct orders.

Exhaling deeply through his nose, Barry repeats the boys name sternly and gets nothing in reply but a pathetic whine, the continuous rocking speeding up.

Rafe whispers, "Please, daddy."

And metal clatters to the floor, whatever tool previously held now skittering beneath the lifted bike. Barry scans the yard with frantic eyes before wrapping a strong arm around the boys trim waist, hauling him in closer.

"Needy little bitch, gettin' off on my dirty clothes," Barry spits, free hand curling around Rafe's thin throat and squeezing just a little too tight to watch him wince. "You need cock that bad? Came all the way down here just to piss me off enough to give it to you?"

Wide, desperate blue eyes hazily follow the motion of Barry's hand falling to yank his leg up, the side of his knee pressed flush to the mans bulge, large and warm and throbbing.

Rafe whimpers, "Oh." "Could strip you down right here, sit your pretty ass on my prick," suggests Barry in faux nonchalance, grinning when the boy cries out and bunches his own shirt up, guiding the older man's warm mouth to his nipple. Barry busies himself with licking and sucking the tiny bud, rejoicing in the needy sounds falling from the boys slack lips. It's a scene of depravity; the two rutting against one another like if they stop, they'll die. Rafe's slender fingers twisted in dark hair, dry humping his man's thigh while simultaneously getting Barry off with the constant rub of his knee against the big, fat dick obscured by the coveralls.

Lust drunk eyes peer up at the panting boy above him when Barry leans back against the chair, wood squeaking in protest with every jerky movement Rafe makes.

Barry asks, "Would you like that, baby? Get caught bouncin' in my lap?" Shaking his head like a broken doll, Rafe insists, "Just for you, daddy, please."

"Please what?" prompts the older man, brow cocked and eyes heavy-lidded. It's getting harder and harder to keep his composure, cock giving a violent twitch every time the kook whines.

"Fuck me, please," begs Rafe brokenly, fingers flexing at the base of Barry's skull.

"I can't," Barry grits out, jaw clicking shut tensely at the thought. "'Cause you couldn't just fuckin' wait."

Rafe doesn't have much time to be frustrated over being told no, glistening lips wet with drool trying to form a plea his fuzzy brain can't come up with. Then the thigh he's shamelessly riding bounces and it's too much, the boy sinking against Barry with a cry.

The boy whispers again, "Please, please, can I—please!"

"I wanna let you come, baby boy," confesses Barry with a mean tilt of his head. "It's just you sound so goddamn pretty when you beg."

Tires squealing in the distance has Barry's head snapping up to the road lying right outside, sharp gaze searching for the passing vehicle before realising there isn't one, whoever it is pulled into the shops parking lot.

The hand that isn't buried in his curls makes a grab for the white undershirt peeking through his semi-open coveralls and Rafe is rutting wildly, hips stuttering.

Barry takes pity on him, given the situation. At least one of them should get the chance to come.

"Aight, fine. Come, baby, go 'head," he whispers in the heated space between them, attention never straying from the look of relief Rafe wears, which melts into bliss in seconds.

Fusing their lips together in a bruising kiss, sloppy and messy and desperate, Barry effectively swallows every pathetic sound Rafe makes as he comes.

There's no time for the boy to ride out his high, glassy eyes blinking back into focus while big, rough hands make a grab of his hips.

It's a scramble then to right themselves, Barry manhandling Rafe into a less suggestive position on his lap just as a car door slams.

Rafe squirms in place and Barry grins. "Made a mess now you gotta sit in it, huh?"

"It's gross," mumbles the boy, but doesn't look too bothered about it when he leans in against Barry's chest.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, gon' take 'em off and shove them in your mouth in a few minutes, keep you real quiet while I use you," Barry says while wrapping his boy up in a tight embrace, chin resting atop Rafe's head.

Before Rafe can react in any way besides shuttering in excitement, Barry's flaky coworker is rounding the corner with a sour look on his long face, offering nothing but a wave in greeting on his way into the back.

Rafe asks quietly, "We can go now?"

"Yeah," answers Barry, tucking his chin down to press an affectionate kiss to blonde hair. "But you'll be lucky if I even let you make it to the truck."

#rafebarry #rafe x barry #rarry obx #kinktober

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mndvx · 1 year ago

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Sorry if you’ve answered this question before, but how do you make your gifs?

With an outdated version of photoshop and a lot of patience 😤 my messy process under the cut

let's say i have this movie downloaded in .mp4 i open it in windows movie maker - or any other software that lets you do quick and easy edits and whatnot but me i use wmm even tho it's obsolete i knoooow leave me alone - cut the scene i want to gif out and save it into this tiny little file

then i open photoshop and go into import > video frames into layers (i may be a little bit off in how things are called on PS in english, but they should be in the same places anyway)

this little popup will open

since my file is exclusively the thing i want to gif i don't need to bother with the little arrow-ish things underneath the video player, they're there if you need to shorten your thing or like cut into it.

this bit here needs to be checked like this, it'll set up the gif animation or whatever. so yeah then click Ok

bim bam boom photoshop will open like this

big scary image with many tiny scary images, so first of all what i do is get on the cropping tool

this will show up in the toolbar up top

and in there you set the dimensions of the gif, 1 gif in a gifset that takes up the whole post has to be 540px wide for 2 gif next to each other it's 268px wide and i can't remember 3 by 3 but i never do that so whatever who cares.

once you've set up the dimensions you want, you got this grid thing to move around and set however you want it to be

and then you wait as it painstakingly takes its time to do it

boom! it's done!

so that's your gif raw and unprepared without any filters or whatever, no length, no speed, nothing!

down there you've got the frames of the gif, depending how long is it'll be either a lot or very very short, in this case it's 277 frames, so already you know it's not gonna be just one gif but probably two or three - which i knew btw that's on purpose!!

first thing i do when all the cropping and setting up is done is scroll all the way through the frames to see if there's a bit that won't make it into the gif, and here, there is

these last four frames show a different bit of the scene because i cut shit very messily and don't check before opening photoshop but you know! trust the process! so make sure to select the unwanted bunch and delete them

so now hurray the gif is 273 frames and it's only the one scene i want

and now the fun not fun starts!

to the right you got these, the layers

so you gotta scroll all the way up and NOT forget to click on the very last layer before you start playing around with filters and all that

this little guy right here is my bestien he's the only one i use when editing gifs, fuck everybody else on that row. when making gifs i mostly just use a combination of those three things, brightness/contrast, vibrancy and photo filters

so anyway, let's fool around with those little things and make a gif (i realize now the scene is very dark and it will look very ugly but never mind! we carry on) so there a bunch of random settings added - you gotta make sure they are all the way on top of everything or else they just won't appear on every single frame

what i do then is probably very stupid and there's probably a better way to do it, but MY PROCESS, so i divide the amount of frames i've got by the number of gifs i want to make in a set, so 273/3 that's 91 (thank you google), so we look back down at the frames

and then scroll aaaaaalllll the way back to frame 91 (if you hold shift and use the wheel it'll be much faster) and while still holding shift pressed down click on frame 92

that will select every frame from the last to that and we delete that shit

so now we only have 91 frames and that's one gif. so let's save it! but wait, no you forgot to do something! see the 0.03s? that's the gif speed or whatever, idk how it works but 0.03s is too fast, me i usually use 0.05s so what you do next is select every one of those frames you've got left and click the little pointing down arrow, that'll open that

click Other... and then set it as the speed you want

ok so your gif is at the correct speed NOW you can save it so it's file > export > save for web

this new popup will appear

currently as of 2024 gifs can't be bigger than 10Mb/Mo, this one is 4mo

so we're good we're fine. so then you just click save, name the file whatever you want and VOILAAAA, a djeef!

(and then undo the delete and repeat everything for the other two gifs you'd want to make in that set)

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the-firebird69 · 1 year ago

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They're never grateful for what they have and what they have loyal women still for some reason and they help them and they get the right things and they're caring and they don't deserve them this is showing it these idiot men are pigs who are the warlock and people have seen them do things to them and hate them and they beat them to death send the women complain and the women disappear they don't want women treated that way and they are horrendous to women horrendous they're treating them like they're not even there and they noticed it just say let's move on and really shot but they deserve it they really deserve to be shot and they are and women can do things and they can make make a big mess and who wouldn't but it's expensive and the 1% a day is now continuing and it goes faster during the day and slow at night so it's going to be picking up now and their percentages we calculated are at 22.4 roughly and they will be dropping all day and with a huge war it is going to begin tonight in the Western hemisphere however a huge war will begin in the eastern hemisphere shortly and the pseudo empire is tired of them they want to fight and it's ridiculous and the same people ever going to just try and shut them down and it is going to be getting shortly within the hour then has left as Dave has left but Trump is just going to sit here farting on our son and we have to stop him and use for us too

Nuada Arrianna

We're going to go in there now and straighten it out

Mac daddy

You have to bother him all day long for us to get beat up apparently and that's true

Trump

Theyve were all your stuff Trump and your brain and everything else if you had AI they would know. It went through your stuff and his taxes and cashes without incident and without explosions and to do that they would have to have done when I said that's an easy assumption to make and it's not hard for you to research

Zues Hera

Yes that makes sense half my stuff's gone nothing happened no real war and nothing blew up so you go through my stuff and then find all my notes my computers and then see if I have it or not that's good and I know what I have to do take over everything and yeah take over everything and I do serious saying it's up on Mars is the answer their text is on Mars their ships left Mars there's got to be a few that didn't leave and I now see what you're saying we're sitting around bothering you and here comes something else we may have assumed that cuz when leaves during the movie and holy s*** we got to get out of here

Trump

It's true you're about to spew and I helped another people did but holy s*** we're getting slaughtered by everyone and we're bothering people and they don't want it this guy is a giant it sits here saying okay cuz he knows what's going on with them but other people can't stand it and don't know and it's too late he says they're being pushed out and the the pushed out into separate areas in their blabbing and then their gas in the areas and they're pushing them out and I started to see something it is a purge and that's what they're doing

Dave

We're going to get out of here and do some work oh yeah I have to no time for Lamborghinis

Trump

We have this idea while ago I didn't do anything no it did we need people to pick up this program and run with it and you can't do it from there and he says oh I think I could if I had just a few tools and my lambo project and yeah we see it would work. We see which car too and this could be crazy but we do understand you had something to do with the Honda sports car because they didn't have one that looked real that's what you said and your father and mother or a Honda came out and did it and they're proud of it and they should be he says and she says it too hang on his confusion about whose families who and she's doing it. He says he knows the rules that he can go right up to the edge and she said no you don't. Now they're getting into it and really they do some work they've been in my Kawasaki and he was little he's driving everywhere boy did that thing cause trouble. And we have to get going on some things for just a great idea

Thor Freya

It's like NS something and he knows what it is and it is the Honda and we are going to check it out the spider is too small and that's Toyota with this car is really fast already but he's right around and gold and the older ones I work but they just don't drive them which is not abnormal but and Lamborghini would be really really intense and the kid would make it look brand new so I'm going to try and start that it's a good idea cuz he would want something to do and it would start that off in a huge way everybody would have one and he thinks he might do it because of New York City and there's all flight cars and it's one reason why I might be

Posieden and Goddess Wife

Olympus

Come on this is terrible you have to fix the w in that word

Hera

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the-firebird69 · 6 days ago

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Our son is at five guys and who eats a lot and doesn't seem to be absorbing as much as he should and just wondering if it says supplements. Looking good probably is. But I love it is Prilosec. Really it's mostly that. So he's going to find try and reduce it it's going okay. You have a few things to mention

-we have to start working here and we need it and we mean it too

-one of them is make sure that we're on the same page.

-you have a couple other things to mention. There's a lot of people here are very bizarre plans and very illegal. We need to look at it right now and I need it too

-there's a couple other issues

-we need to get going on items my son and daughter need to get the job done it's imperative we have a huge amount of work to do we don't have enough time for the hemming and fine that's going on here with every item that our son has to get in other words is there at the Lowe's place and he needs to get stuff to hang the bike up in there sitting there having him look at it myself Julian just a few dollars different and shipping might ruin that. And really he's got the competition jam it to him and I'm pointing out who it is doesn't really work for us. They're very stuck to him two stocks and it's wrong we need them stopped

-Patricia it's going to happen this way that we are going to get very angry and we're going to start taking it out on them

-my son has an idea and these guys they have to have a reason for using lithium and mental health stuff is going to fade. He says it was only a few companies they make these cordless tools there's really seven big ones but they could partner with home Depot and Lowe's and it's really uses only two and they have the other ones too but no Asia Stanley gray tool company and they make a whole bunch of the cordless it's really contractors red and they would beat these guys and tot races. And little kids yeah what we mean is there would be probably three brands and each brand new good order we could order one of the seven see it have like a home Depot children's rubber tire off road scooter with like a flat tire dirt bike but real small with training wheels then you have a step up still incredibly small the first one to be for children who like are from one foot six inch and there is a little guy here just a little bigger he's 2 foot that'll be outside range of the small one then you been too far or two foot two three foot. They know what age groups they are here it's not very old and the 2 to 3 ft would be no training wheels. A bit faster and they'll have to tailor the speed to what they think works but we could have settings and your parents could have a key to adjust it I think the two to three foot would have a max speed of around 20 miles an hour. But would have three settings for max speed just like the smaller one the smaller one would be I'll be up to 12 or a little bit faster and all on purpose of course if you guys say. And we've talked about it before but these are going to be like a metal frame rubber tires smaller suspension front and two shocks in the back of course you you guys are going to try and ride them so you'll be able to hold it a bunch of weight and the larger one people will double up on. This type of scooter was very popular there's some that have speed and they sell have they not durable so people don't buy that many it has to be a pain it really does

And more on this in a moment

Thor Freya

Olympus

This is a great idea we did review it before now you're going to have the rubber tires they're not real cheap but they're inexpensive and they work for a long time and they're wide so they don't fall over that easy and they can drive all over the damn place and not worry as much and puncture resistant you have some that are tubeless in the airless you're not that much money and it's worth it

Hera

We're actually going to try this it's a good idea

Mac Daddy

They don't have enough kids

Tommy a

Olympus

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koolcece22 · 1 year ago

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Enter Venomgirl

Ch.16

Miguel’s Pov

I wonder what Timothy meant, and wondered why Timothy showed this. He took a deep breath and asked again.

“Can I trust you?”

“Yes. but I don’t know why you think I’m trustworthy?” I asked at the same time he pulled out a laptop and placed it down on the coffee table under the one light bulb in the room, guessing Shade also had no problem seeing in the dark like me. I sat down on the worn-out couch that had seen better days since it all scratched up, next to him as he started up the laptop that took forever. My computer would had it up immediately by now but I will have to deal with it. Timothy pulled up folders and looked through the data of the UBS drive. It shows scans of DNA, Compound R, and a list of subjects. I knew then and there the subject was human. I stare at the word subject as it brings bad memories.

“The reason why I’m showing you this is, that Zee is a nice person but at the same time, they don’t trust people and only people as tools to get to their goals. Also, the fact they didn’t help any of the other Metas.” He said I can tell he was bitter by this and I can’t blame him. I have used it once.

“Also I think we need your help on this.”

“Did you tell your boss about all this?” I asked,

“No, only half of this. I made two UBS drives. I gave one to Zee that had half the information they wanted on it. This one has all the information that was stolen from the Six. It was hard to get. especially since the leader was there today.” Timothy showed me the data. This computer is so slow, and sometimes It is hard to think this is what Peter and the others have to deal with. Tabbing my finger on the table trying to wait for this Shocking thing to load.

“Can’t this computer go any faster?” I asked

“Sorry. This isn’t the best model computer. Shade only was able to give me this. At least this is waterproof.” Timothy said with a nervous laugh. Lyla popped next to me with a giggle

“Don’t worry about this kid. Mr. Grumpy is very impatient since he is so spoiled in his time.” Lyla said as I swapped her away from my face.

“Oh, so you are a time-traveling alien?”

“For the hundredth time, I’m not an alien.”

Before the kid can say anything something comes up on the screen. There were like thirty pages worth on the Subjects. Grab the mouse from Timothy.

“Hey!” He shouted but I just ignored him as went through this data. All the Subjects have been given the Compound R when they're in their mother wombs. Judging from this data something tells me they were told that their unborn were being tested.

“My…Mom did that.” I look at Timothy who looks down. “My mom and dad weren’t great people. They wanted to make a quick buck and volunteer to be tested. So not everyone was forced but it still vuck up.”

“Yeah, well join the club, my parent weren’t great either.”

“Really?”

I shook my head and got back to this as went through the data I saw the Subjects were crossed out. I who used to work in the lab, know what it means when the Subject is crossed out. They are dead. They either didn't make it past birth or were dying after 6 months after birth according to results. This Compound R, what the shock is this? I was about to go to the next page but the computer was doing slow, I began to click it to move till Timothy grabbed the computer from me.

“Hey! Come on man! It is hard to get me a computer. Just give it a minute or so. There a merda of data it still loading in.”

I huffed. I hate this retro technology, why did Xena like this stuff again?

“How long does it need?”

“Uh, I don’t know. Maybe ten minutes or so.”

Ten minutes?! God this tech is so slow. I flop back down on the couch with a huff. Lyla was just smirking at me this whole time knowing how impatient I am with the old school computer. I decide to get up and check the perimeter, give me something to do.

“ We can play video games while we wait,” Timothy said but I just ignored him.

“Just call me when it's done loading.”

Ten minutes had passed till I heard Timothy call me back up guessing the computer. I returned to the room and saw Timothy scroll through it without me. I took the computer from him, he let out a huff from it. I took a deep breath as used to the computer not wanting to break it. Seeing the lab data on the Compound R and what it is. what is

shown in the lab results is heightened concentrations of enzymes and muscle building as well as other compounds that I have never seen before. These elements must be unique to only on this earth. If I was in my Lab I could scan this element with no problem.

As I went through the Compound R data there was small Side data from it. I click it as it says: Compound RV.

Compound RV? What that? A different form of the compound? As I went through it there were a couple of videos on there. Me and Timothy wonder what this is. Click on it but the video didn’t play I clicked on the computer again nothing happened. Before I started trying something anything, Timothy took the computer from me and looked into it.

“So my computer is still loading the data into it and it's going be much longer,” Timothy said as he tried to scan it faster.

“How much longer?”

“A day or so. My computer is a 10 old year model that was able to enhance as best I could. Sorry, It's not the best at it.” Timothy looked down looking like he was about to cry. I quickly pat him trying to calm him down, trying to remember what I would have done when Gabrella was upset.

“Hey. we’ll find out what going on.” then I summoned Lyla who was already scanning the computer to take the info that we were able to scavenge from the drive.

“So I was able to scan what we got so far. I can’t get the info from that still being downloaded since this Earth computer has different processing than ours. So we got to play the waiting game boss.” Lyla said as I looked over the information we got. The best thing is that I head to my Earth real quick to see if there is anything we have missed so far. My watch then created a tiny spider bot that I gave to Timothy. He wonders what it is.

“Think of that like… a cell phone. Does this earth have a cell phone?” I’m not sure what type of moderation this earth has but so far it is similar to Miles’s and Gwen’s. Timothy looked at the bot like a kid getting a limited-edition toy.

“My very own Alien watch. Thank mr.alien.”

I sigh, there was no winning with these kids. I press a button on my watch to open a portal back to my earth.

“I will be right back. If something happens. Hit that button on the bot and I will be back here right away. Got it?”

Timothy then salutes me like the little soldier he thinks he is. I jump in heading back to my lab, wondering what truly happened with this earth.

Shade’s Pov

I got back to heading back to Jess, I can tell her everything went ok. Hobie got hurt but it wasn’t too bad. I just hate fighting that Spot guy. The man was getting on my nerves. At least I’m getting better at navigating this place. By the Great one, the place is so huge and it takes me longer to get back since I can’t stick on walls like that spider-people. I went through the place where they kept Villian and where I first kept here.

“ Look at all these different baddies,” Kuro said to me, and looking around all the bad guys, some glared at me. Others just ignored us, and a few looked around trying to find a way out.

“Well, Well, Well. Look at girly out of her cage.”

I stop and turn to see that Spot guy we just captured. He only has one spot on his body now. It must be because, from that device that Miles put on him, I’m guessing Spots are very dangerous. I try to ignore him.

“I guess they let a freak like you out. Maybe you some lab rat they want to te-”

I glared at him, I guess one look from me caused him to shut up. I dare him to finish that sentence. Because nothing stops me from finishing the job.

“ Hey, Shade! Chill!”

I to a deep breath trying to calm myself down. Putting my hand on my chest to calm my heart. I don’t usually get work up from insults that. Not from some dumb cartoon reject. I try to get out as fast as I can till a headache comes over me. I grab my head as another vision from Carnage comes to me again.

I can see him fighting and killing people. Enjoy every second of it, there was a moment when he was looking down at someone. The person has had chains on his body, bruising all over his body, and have number on his chest. I couldn’t make out the face

“Hey there bro.”

I snapped back to reality wondering what I just saw. Great one, I need to figure out what going on with me. I decided to bite the bullet and head to the doctor Spider-lady. I got there and knocked on her door.

“Come in.” I heard her say as I opened the door. I see Andrea looking in some books which is weird since I thought this was a futuristic world? The books look like they are from the 1800s. She looks up from her book to look at me.

“Oh Shade, did something happen to you?”

“No…I mean yes. I keep getting visions of Carnage. Are you sure he is completely gone?”

Andrea got up and looked at me, rubbing her chin as she examined me. Never noticed that she had scars on her lips and neck.

“Mmm. I have a theory I want to test on you. If you don’t mind?”

“No?”

She smiled at me and led me to bed. I couldn't help but shiver at the sight of it but I try not to let her know that. I sat on it, as she pulled out a vial of something yellow. I sense something off about it, i reach my hand out to as I do that it jumps at me. My eyes widen in shock. What the vuck?!

“This is a symbiote or a piece of one. I had another symbiotic outbreak on my earth. So lucky you I was able to get a sample.”

“Ok? What does this have to do with me?” I asked weirded out about this thing in the vial.

“If my hypothesis is correct, I think you can absorb symbiotes and gain their powers.”

I was so confused about what she said. What does she mean that I can absorb Symbiotes? I think she is crazy even if I could I don’t want that stuff anywhere near me. It's bad enough that I can see Carnage’s mind. I don’t need that in my already messed up life.

“We will test it later. I just got a message from the boss man he is here in 3…2..1.” just as Andrea said a portal opened up in her lab and Miguel popped out from it.

“Miguel?! I thought you were on my earth?” I said surprised he was here. Miguel dissolved his mask and had a look of surprise that I was there.

“I was. Your friend Timothy wants me to do something. He believes that Alchemax, your Alchemax is planning something. I come here to recover what we got so far from the data he has gotten.”

I raise an eyebrow in confession “What data?”

“Zee asks him to get something for them. I have to rescue him as he was surrounded by some mutated cops.”

I groan, next time I see Zee I’m kicking their ass. how dare they put a kid in danger for their gain.

“ well since you are here, I want you to come with me. Since this is your earth data it is best that you should know as well.”

Andrea sighed as she went back to her desk to work. Putting the veil on her desk.

“Oh well, will test it next time then?”

I just left not wanting to be a lab rat again. I follow Miguel back to his lab. He had to come here anyway since the room was in his lab anyway. We walk into the lab and head to the platform where all his computers or at least screens are. I am still amazed at all this future stuff.

“Lyla, bring up the data we got so far,” Miguel said as his A.I. popped up next to us. She smirks then pops up data from some sort. I saw Compound R and all the subjects' numbers and how they were crossed out. I have seen some of the information before I parted ways with Zee. I never knew there were so many, how could they?

“Judging by this, whatever Compound R is it gives people powers. It also seems random, and anyone who wasn’t born with…they don’t survive long.”

I just kept looking at all these subjects. I knew they were a lot but I didn’t know it was this many. I grabbed my right arm and squeezed hard remembering what they did to me when I was young. They deem me a failure.

“Then their compound RV… I only have one piece about it and that is the was only one subject: RV-IV-001.” Miguel looked at me, I just kept my head down being upset about this. I barely know any of this, for nine years I was kept in the dark or not gaining anything. Before I could say anything a video message came up, it was Miles. The video feed was a bit staticky and a bit blurry.

“Miles? What going on?” Miguel said trying to get a clear reading. Even behind his mask, I could tell he was out of breath and scared

“There–guy—all –animals—control—” Miles tried to say but his video kept cutting, before Miguel could see what going on we saw Mile getting grabbed by something. Then the video cut out. I can hear Miguel cursing to himself, then turn to Lyla

“Lyla. locate where Miles is now!”

Lyla nodded as she did a scan I think. Till she pops up again then show what Earth he is: Earth 1610.

“Something is going on Miles’s earth. Lyla. open a portal near Miles location. Now.” Lyla nodded as she opened the portal, I followed him but he stopped me.

“Your staying.”

“What? No! Miles needs our help. I’m not going to let that kid get hurt.”

“Your no condition-”

“Like void, I am! You let me go with you or I’ll figure out a way to get to him.” I glare at him. I’m not going to let one of my friends get hurt. Miguel glared at me as he summoned his mask, not wasting time as he relented.

“Fine, let go.”

#across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #spidersona #symbioate sona #writing #spider man 2099 #miles morales #spider gwen #feral! miguel o'hara #42 miles morales #atsv hobie #spiderverse pavitr

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scasuallypursuits · 1 year ago

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#8: Blog Notifier and stuff.

Finally finished my little app and some colors now for the commission.

It's like 90% done. That means that there is now only 90% left to do. The blog notifier just needs to be run now indefinitely. For now I'm going to do it locally, ie. my computer, but I eventually will plan to do host on a raspberry pi.

It's currently called by the windows task scheduler, weekly at 11:00 pm Saturday. Just an hour after my usual timed post here. I couldn't get it to work on twitter cuz twitter a bitch with their current api plans, thanks elon. So I relegated to blueskye instead and learned their Atprotocol. After some tinkering, I got it to work. Site cards and everything. Only took like an hour but the thumbnail wasn't there so I solved that problem.

It took 6 hours. Holy shit it took 6 hours. Adding just the thumbnail to the sit card tool 6 fucking hours. My god, first I need to figure on what field to add the image, then realized that I'm adding the wrong type to I did that. Then I realized that urls arent pictures so I converted them to images to with the python library PIL. Still didn't work. Then I realized that it needs to be in a binary format. I thought okay, everything should be over now yeah? like it's in binary format, like the documentation said. The image was too fucking big.

Compressed it then finally it worked. It took like 6 steps just to add the the thumbnail. wow. Like the code itself is small but figuring out each step took like an hour and a half. Even went to a discord for help.

Thinking I should add that it write the results on a .txt file so I could read what's happening.

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Other thing that I did this week is the commissions again.

This is the the current set up right now. I sent my colors to my client for a check. I feel weird if I only do flat colors when verifying something. So I add shadows to it as well in mine so there is a more information they can use to see if they like it. Like all the rendering passes I will do will be based on the main light and shadow shapes after all. As well as the local colors.

If you see at the top, that the more updated one I'm doing. Adding a simple BG pattern should make the piece come together better, Being a light desaturated blue make the darkers saturated color pop more, ie. the character. I'm quite proud of it. I wish I can finish this commission faster but my work is taking my time, and well my other hobbies as well. I'm practically done now with my blog app so I now have more time for this. I have asked my client if they're fine with me taking a month with the commission and they said it's okay, so there's that.

#sleepy_blogging #art blog #programming #python #commission wip #sleepy_blogging_known

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bigskydreaming · 3 years ago

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The court of owls is a really good villain for Dick because they're directly trying to stripe Dick's agency entirely, something that he has always valued deeply and it's a core part of his character.

But DC doesn't usually like

Use that direct approach with it and idk i feel they could be always a shadow and a threath to Dick, lingering around.

And being such a numerous group, It could be used as an excuse to us unite the family around Dick a little more. Knowing he has been manipulated before, knowing they know their identities, always checking if Dick doesn't appear fearing he was taken... But trusting him to let him live his life

Idk. I just feel is so wasted as a concept...

YES EXACTLY EXACTLY.

I have such a love/hate relationship with the Court of Owls as a concept because it thematically ties PERFECTLY into Dick's core character themes and ongoing struggle to protect his personal autonomy, retain his sense of agency over his own life and actions.

Like their blatant view of him and approach to just exploiting him as a tool is a perfect encapsulation of so many of his most pivotal stories and arcs, as well as a great commentary on the classism that's embedded into EVERY version of his origin story, and has shaped how his life has been jerked around at the whims of rich and powerful people since literally before he was ever born.

The problem is exactly what you describe:

DC never lets any of that MATTER in any of the Court of the Owls stories. They just gloss completely over it all, and like....its part of my grievance with Talon stories in fandom too because like I've gone into my other issues there at length, but another key element of why I'm not a huge fan is the way people act like Dick being brainwashed into being a bad-ass super-assassin its like.....

Okay, I'm sorry, but that's just kinda boring to me? We've READ that story, a million times. Dick gets brainwashed by the enemy and becomes a huge threat has been done like, so many times. Him being a Talon or it being the Court that does it to him is at best a superficial change. Same with using Talonization to 'upgrade' Dick's threat level, like....mmmm, I don't love that because I think it glosses over the fact that Dick's entire concept for eighty years has been that he doesn't NEED superpowers to be one of the most dangerous people in the DC universe?

Hell, personally? I see the Talonization thing as a DOWNGRADE to Dick's danger and threat level, because yeah, it gives him a healing factor and faster reflexes but he's never needed either of those to hold his own even AGAINST superpowered foes.....

Largely because of the one thing Talon stories often REMOVE from Dick....his keen intellect and strategic mind.

THAT'S what makes Dick Grayson so dangerous, the way he thinks rings around his enemies while they're still stuck at the starting block. Making Dick a largely mindless Talon pointed and aimed by 'masters' who don't WANT him to think for himself like....that's the equivalent of putting the safety back ON the weapon that Dick Grayson's spent years honing himself into WITHOUT superpowers - all while keeping pace with rooms full of people who HAVE superpowers and even god-tier powers.

So yeah, I'm one hundred percent with you on Court and Talon stories frustrating me because the potential is there! It absolutely is! I just think its largely WASTED potential, because again....Dick being ACTUALLY brainwashed or controlled or reshaped by the Court? Dick being turned into a Talon, having to break free of their conditioning on his own, or be rescued from it by his friends and family, or learn to readjust to life AFTER being a Talon or used by the Court, recover from that ordeal?

We've literally read ALL of those stories, just with different villains. The Joker. The Church of Blood. Spyral. Etc, etc.

The stories we HAVEN'T read though?

Are the ones where Dick Grayson - AS Dick Grayson, not Talon, as just himself, fully and completely in control of his own faculties and the only one in the driver's seat in his head -

Looks at what the revelations of the Court and their plans for him and his life MEAN for him and his life. How that new information about their view of him, his family history, how all that changes and informs HIS view of himself and his family, and the paths his life has taken.

Give me the Court and Talon stories where Dick gets to reflect upon his realization that Bruce taking him in, everything he did in the spotlight as Dick Grayson, ward of Gotham's Prince, and as Robin and Nightwing.....that's quite literally what SAVED him from being kidnapped and turned into a pawn of the Court. All of that was likely the buffer that kept them at bay, instead of swooping in and claiming him in the aftermath of his parents' murder.

Give me the stories where Dick reconciles his feelings about how proprietarily these rich fucks view him and his family tree, how they think of him as literally THEIRS to do with as they please.....while Dick has to also grapple with the reality that its literally only the wealth, resources and power and privilege of another rich aristocrat that protected Dick all these years and kept him safe from that exploitation. Let Dick confront his feelings about how he thinks Bruce has taken him for granted at times, and compare and contrast it to how Bruce's peers WANTED to exploit him, let Dick voice to Bruce that he can be grateful to Bruce and his role in Dick's life while still needing to confront the specter of entitlement that has informed so many aspects of his life and choices that Dick has both gotten to make for himself, and choices that he DIDN'T get to make for himself, even though they SHOULD have been his choices to make.

Give me the stories where Dick struggles with the new revelation that the Court of Owls is made up of rich Gothamites who have literally brushed elbows with Dick throughout his school years, at various galas, when Dick was working at Wayne Enterprises, etc....and the whole while, many of these people - and Dick doesn't even know for sure WHICH ones, and might NEVER know - many of them were part of this secret society sneering down at him through polite masks while just waiting for the day they'd get to assume control of him and use him as their personal pawn. Give me Bruce being self-conscious and second-guessing how often he took Dick out among the sharks chomping at the bit to get their hooks into Bruce's son, all while Bruce himself didn't even have a clue of the danger surrounding Dick....BECAUSE of who he was mingling with. Give me the ANGST of Dick and Bruce struggling to talk about what it MEANS for both of them, to have to take another look back at YEARS worth of interactions with people Bruce never thought to think twice about, and that Dick likely ALWAYS had bad feelings about because he has good instincts about people and quite possibly KNEW many of these people skeeved him out for some reason, or were being weird towards him or about him....but he didn't feel secure enough of his place among Gotham's upper class that he was comfortable VOICING the fact that something about many of these people and his interactions with them probably always left him very unsettled.

THOSE are the Court of Owls stories I want to read! That's where the meat is, if you ask me. Give me THAT angst. Less Talon being exploited by the Court, more Dick Grayson spending YEARS in constant danger from the Court, with no idea how precarious his situation was all that time....

Until the day the truth about his family history and the Court's plans for him were revealed....and suddenly it all would have been right there in front of his face, impossible to look away from, and casting so much of what he thought he knew about himself, his past interactions and associations, and his own lived experiences among Gotham's elite.....in an ENTIRELY new light.

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vrishchikawrites · 4 years ago

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Are you still taking prompts?

Cause if so, I'd love to see a time travel fic where post-canon WWX and LWJ get yeeted back into their younger bodies, and land just before the GC transfer. And Post-Canon WWX - who's had some years of being a part of a loving, supportive family, in a non-toxic, non-abusive environment; and therefore no longer has any misconceptions about how much the Jiangs were not his family - takes one look at JC lying there on the table in the cave after WQ knocked him out (and is now in the middle of prepping for surgery); and just goes, "LOL, yeah; nope.😆 Been there, done that; 10/10, would not recommend.😝 Hey, WQ - change of plans!😎"

(Except, you know, not written like crack. 😉)

Not necessary to include, but a fun idea:

JC gets dragged along to the past as well because he has WWX's GC; so whatever sent them back mistook him for part of WWX and brought him along.

So when he wakes up from the anaesthesia, he freaks out about not having a GC anymore. And WWX has this whole story ready to tell young JC about how, "Oops, sorry; you can't have a new GC after all" - but this is Post-Canon JC; so he knows about the transfer, and knows that this means that WWX decided not to do it again.

Which means he ends up screaming at WWX about, "How dare you not give me your GC!"

So WWX feels exactly zero sympathy.

(Before that happened he was maybe feeling a little bit bad for young JC; because that JC hadn't done anything too bad yet - but he already knew how it would turn out if he went through with it. And he was not giving up his chance to cultivate to immortality with his hubby; just so that JC could Feel Like A Real Man, and go on to murder his way through life again.)

What would be really, really great about this, is if WWX had brought JC to Qinghe or Gusu; or somewhere the other cultivation sects involved in the SSC had gathered, before JC woke up. Planning to leave him there where he would be safe. So when JC wakes up and starts screaming, everybody hears him.

And they're all like, "...WUT."🤤

"You expected him to do what?!?"😲😨😱

So instead of all the sympathy and compassion, etc, that he would have gotten over what happened at LP (that he probably did get the first time), or for losing his GC; basically the entire allied cultivation world as a whole is collectively side-eyeing him.

IDK; I just think it would be really funny.

But mainly, I just want to see WWX a few years post-canon; having the chance to do it all again, and choosing not to go through with the GC transfer. LWJ going with him is because the thought of post-canon LWJ losing his WWX makes me sad; and I want them to stay together. 😋

Post-Canon JC going back and getting stuck with the coreless body he deserved is just for my own catharsis.

(The rest of that idea is simply for the lulz.) 😉

(I decided not to include JC traveling back in time. Hope this works and satisfies you!)

“No, I don’t.” Wei Wuxian sees Wen Qing blink and stare at him while Wen Ning stills in the process of making Jiang Cheng comfortable.

“What?” Wen Qing asks but rethinks it immediately, “No, no need to answer that.” She starts packing away her instruments immediately like she’s glad that Wei Wuxian has changed his mind. He looks at her and feels aching fondness rise in his chest. She must be frustrated that he made her go through all of that trouble and yet she still chooses to move before he can change his mind again.

“What… are we going to tell Jiang-gongzi?” Wen Ning asks tentatively but Wei Wuxian notes the faint look of relief in the boy’s eyes.

“We’ll tell him the treatment wasn't possible,” He says, glancing at his… former shidi. It isn’t an easy decision to make, because he knows Jiang Cheng would suffer for it. A part of him feels like he’s being unnecessarily cruel by denying Jiang Cheng his core.

But he has already paid his debt and it cost countless people their lives. Jiang Cheng’s actions didn’t just lead to the death of the Wens. Lan Zhan had told him about the numerous ‘demonic cultivators’ Jiang Cheng had pursued relentlessly. Even his love wasn’t certain how many people died or were tormented to insanity because of Jiang Cheng’s persistence.

While Wei Wuxian doesn’t intend to let the situation get so out of hand, it is apparent that Jiang Cheng can’t be trusted with power.

He is worried about how Jiang Cheng would react. Wei Wuxian had promised him a core, after all. But whatever happens, a powerless Jiang Cheng is safer for everyone.

“We’ll tell him that rebuilding the core is impossible because Wen Zhuliu destroyed his meridians as well.”

“He has,” Wen Qing points out, “I was about to repair them.”

Wei Wuxian frowns, “And can you repair them still? Without transferring the core?” That would certainly help Jiang Cheng heal faster and accept some spiritual energy transfusions. Wen Qing looks at Jiang Cheng with a frown and nods.

“Wei-gongzi… what changed your mind?” Wen Ning asks as Wen Qing goes to work immediately. Wei Wuxian knows that if he has to help the Wens, he needs to tell them the truth. While Wen Ning would trust him and accept his explanation without too many questions, Wen Qing wouldn’t be so easy.

Wei Wuxian takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, getting his thoughts in order. When he opens them again, both of the Wens are looking at him with frowns.

He grins wryly and spreads his hands, "I have a tale for you, my dear friends."

Jin Guangyao needed to have his last 'hurrah'. He just couldn't leave them be, even as he died. Whatever he did, whatever tool he used, it sent a shockwave of Resentful Energy that would've killed them all.

As always, Wei Wuxian stepped forward to protect people. As always, Lan Wangji stepped forward to protect him.

Wei Wuxian gritted his teeth and changed his plan at the last moment. At first, he wanted to absorb the energy and channel it somewhere else. But with so many people just lingering instead of running, he needed a different solution.

His mind flashed, he saw Jiang Cheng, and decided.

A forbidden array formed.

"I needed something that would use up all of the Resentful Energy and protect everyone, including Lan Zhan."

"So, at the last moment and on the verge of dying, you chose something as improbable as time travel." Wen Qing deadpans. Wen Ning is looking at him with wide eyes. Strangely enough, both look like they believe him. Well, he did mention a few things, personal incidents, that he had no way of knowing if the Wens hadn't told him.

Still.

"I'm not the one for regrets," He says softly as he looks at Jiang Cheng, "But I thought that array was the safest solution. It doesn't harm the current timeline so everyone is safe. Lan Zhan, I know, wouldn't mind following my lead in this." He did regret taking Zewu-jun's brother away from him after such a traumatic event but there really was no other option. Not with Jin Ling so close and so many innocent people in the vicinity.

Wei Wuxian is quite certain that the blast would've destroyed everything around them, including the innocent people around the Guanyin Temple complex.

The siblings exchange glances before Wen Qing returns to Jiang Cheng's side, preparing to work on his meridians, "You're going to change things." She observes, "Save people?"

"Save you and Wen Ning. Save Jiang Yanli. Save innocents, yes."

Wen Qing freezes.

---

Lan Wangji doesn't know what Wei Ying did but he trusts his beloved. When he finds himself in the past, just before the Sunshot Campaign begins and shortly after the fall of the Lotus Pier, he doesn't hesitate.

He knows that his brother is safe and his uncle is managing things at Cloud Recesses. But he also knows that somewhere out there, his beloved is preparing himself for a risky, painful procedure.

Wangji can't let that happen. He thinks back on everything Wen Ning shared with him about the incident, particularly the location of where it occurred. He's probably too late to stop the transfer but perhaps not late enough to stop the Wens from finding Wei Ying.

It takes him days to reach Yiling without the aid of Bichen but he manages and immediately heads towards the approximate location Wen Ning had mentioned.

"Wei Ying," He breathes softly when he spots his beloved shopping for some supplies. He hadn't anticipated finding him so soon but is grateful nonetheless.

Wei Ying is dressed like a peasant and blends in well with the people around him but Wangji can recognize him anywhere.

Dressed discreetly and without his forehead ribbon, Wangji too is inconspicuous. He moves swiftly towards Wei Ying and catches his elbow, eyeing the people in red and white uniform at the far end of the street warily.

"Come." He whispers.

Wei Ying doesn't say a word, just paying the vendor and following Wangji into a more discreet location.

Wangji looks at his beloved's face, drinking in his bright silver eyes and sharp features with acute relief.

"Wei Ying, you… you look well." Strangely so, for someone who has just given up his Golden Core.

Hope stirs in his chest and Wangji reaches for Wei Ying's wrist.

His love's lips quirk in amusement, but Wangji ignores him, focusing on sending his spiritual energy through Wei Ying's meridians.

A strong core pulses in response.

"Wei Ying," Something bright and triumphant burns in his chest and he resists the urge to pull his beloved into a crushing embrace.

He would've supported Wei Ying's decision to give up his core and cultivate with resentful energy again. He knew it wasn't evil or harmful now.

But Wei Ying chose himself. His beloved had finally chosen to save himself.

"Aiya, Lan Zhan!" Wei Ying laughs, "If you keep looking at me like that, I'll do something quite shameless and embarra-"

Wangji kisses him.

He cups that precious face, pulls him close, and slides his lips over soft flesh in a tender expression of love he can't contain.

Wei Ying chose himself.

---

Jiang Cheng returns from his trip to the mountain with a thunderous expression on his face.

He disregards Lan Zhan and grabs Wei Wuxian's arm in a tough grip, dragging him away from the crowded tea house. Lan Zhan follows without a word, his expression frosty and eyes on Jiang Cheng.

"Your Grandmaster," He spits, "Is just as useless and worthless as you. All she could do is repair my meridians! My body was too damaged for anything else, she said!"

Wei Wuxian knows Wen Qing wrote the note they left by Jiang Cheng's side but he hadn't known what she had written.

It must've been reasonably convincing for Jiang Cheng to be convinced.

"That's-" He searches his mind to find words that would be appropriately sympathetic. Saying 'that's too bad' would be just rubbing salt on an open wound.

He may dislike Jiang Cheng, but some of the childhood affection still lingers. He doesn't wish to hurt his former shidi.

"I didn't know," He says finally, his heart throbbing in sympathy at Jiang Cheng's devastated expression. He briefly reconsiders his decision but Lan Zhan shifts discreetly by his side and Wei Wuxian remembers why he made that decision in the first place.

Jiang Cheng had been unworthy of the gift he had been given.

His shidi snarls and turns to Lan Zhan, "What are you doing here, Lan er-gonzi," He snarls, "Coming to triumph in our misery?"

Lan Zhan looks at him flatly, "I came to assist Wei Ying."

"Came to assist Wei Ying," Jiang Cheng mocks, his expression tight and furious, "Well, you're welcome to take him away! There's nothing left for him to destroy. Everything is gone. He invited the wrath of the Wens on our heads to protect you and that led to the destruction of my sect. He couldn't even repay that debt. His Grandmaster failed."

Jiang Cheng turns hate-filled eyes towards him, "You are a curse. My father should have left you to rot on the streets!"

"Jiang Wanyin!" Lan Zhan warns but Wei Wuxian places a hand on the Second Jade's arm to halt him.

"I'm taking you to Meishan to be with shijie." Wei Wuxian says calmly, "And then I'll go join the war efforts."

Jiang Cheng sneers before turning his head away, silent.

Wei Wuxian does as he says. He leaves Jiang Cheng in Jiang Yanli's care and heads to Qinghe with Lan Zhan. The war goes differently than before. He manages to kill Wen Zhuliu and Wen Chao early, which gives them a big morale boost. But that's the only thing that goes their way for a long time.

"I'm going to use it," He tells Lan Zhan once, when the scales tip dangerously in the Wen's favor.

Lan Zhan studies him before nodding gracefully, "I will help."

There's no way to avoid using his cultivation method, not if he wants to keep people safe. He's more careful and restrained this time and he doesn't create the Yīn Hǔ Fú. But Mo Dao is Mo Dao. It attracts disapproval from people regardless.

Wei Wuxian doesn't care and Lan Zhan stays by his side without paying any heed to the grumblings of his clan. He goes to sleep every night with Lan Zhan's guqin notes in his ear and meditates every morning with the Cleansing purging the Resentful Energy from his body.

With a powerful and active Golden Core, Wei Wuxian can't use Mo Dao liberally without risking Qi Deviation. But he uses enough to help them win the war.

Wei Wuxian successfully retakes Lotus Pier and Yunmeng from the Wens. Jiang Cheng's hatred doesn't diminish and even Jiang Yanli grows distant after a while. Jiang Cheng's suffering and downfall hardens something in his soft shijie.

Wei Wuxian accepts that consequence quietly.

He hands Lotus Pier back to Jiang Cheng and stays on the front lines, leaving most of the freshly recruited disciples behind to protect his former martial siblings. When the war ends, argues to keep the Wen cultivators in better conditions. He makes sure everyone knows how much the Jiangs owe the Wen siblings, and saves the children and elderly.

With Jiang Cheng out of the Cultivation World and Wei Wuxian's reputation as a war hero, saving the Wen remnants is easier than it had been before.

---

Everyone is baffled when Jiang Wanyin names a new head disciple and Wei Wuxian never returns to Yunmeng. People gossip, sect leaders question, and new Jiang disciple flounder.

Neither Jiang Wanyin nor Wei Wuxian confirms it but it is clear to everyone that the Jiang Sect has, foolishly, kicked out its most powerful disciple. YunmengJiang remains wealthy but the Sect's influence diminishes significantly once Wei Wuxian leaves.

Other Sects, big and small, scramble to find Wei Wuxian, ready to offer him a place and get a powerful cultivator in their ranks. Letters pour in promising wealth and prestige.

Wei Wuxian ignores them all and settles in Cloud Recesses. He's content to teach a group of eye-wide Lan ducklings now to deal with resentful energy and limit the risk of Qi Deviation. He takes them on Nighthunts, teaches them real-life lessons, encourages creativity, and becomes a well-loved senior.

New YunmengJiang disciples aren't near as strong as their predecessors without someone to teach them properly.

People gossip and speculate as the years pass. They hint that he is wrong to leave his former sect behind but he doesn't care.

Wei Wuxian has Lan Zhan and Lan Sizhui. Wen Qing and Wen Ning live happily in a small farming village not far from Gusu. They intervene before Jin Guangyao kills Nie Mingjue. They save Lan Xichen from heartache. Jin Ling is born and has both of his parents.

That's all he needs to be happy.

YunmengJiang is no longer his responsibility.

#short prompts #time travel au #wei wuxian #lan wangji #no golden core transfer #anti jiang cheng

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mandowh0re · 4 years ago

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The One Where Everybody Finds Out

Summary: The team finds out about you and Loki.

A/N: So I literally took the entire episode of The One Where Everybody Finds Out from Friends and rewrote it for the Avengers. This may have been done before with either Loki or another character, and I've definitely seen it done with other Friends episodes. This is super long because I literally used every line of dialogue in every scene (except for Ross attempting to win the apartment) and then added or changed them enough to fit the characters. Some of this may be OOC but it was the best I could do with the situation they're all in. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Implied smut

Word Count: 6274

Tony as Ross, Natasha as Rachel and Phoebe, Wanda as Rachel and Phoebe, Peter as Phoebe, Loki as Chandler, reader as Monica, and Thor as Joey.

Happy Reading!

“Oh, hey you guys, look! They’re installing the new training grounds outside!”

There’s collective sounds of acknowledgement from the team as they all get up from their spots, walking over to where Wanda stood in front of the floor to ceiling windows. You can feel Loki standing a bit too close to your back, but luckily everyone is too distracted to notice.

“I’d say from the looks of it, Tony went all out.” Natasha states, looking at all the new fancy equipment that was being unloaded and installed.

“Ironically, it was actually Steve who went all out. I just paid for it.”

“Awh, I’ll miss sweating my tits off in that tiny gym.” Natasha says. You snicker.

“That’s repulsive.” Loki rolls his eyes and returns to his place on the couch.

Tony glares at Nat, “Hey, it’s not my fault that the AC is always broken.”

“Aren’t you a mechanic?” Bucky asks.

“Not an HVAC mechanic. There’s a big difference, tough guy.”

“I am excited for this new space! I will be able to call upon the lightning in training!” Thor booms.

“Yes, and kill everyone on the field.” Loki replies nonchalantly, never looking up from his book.

Thor rolls his eyes and everyone returns to their former spots. You sit back in your spot next to Loki, sitting criss cross on the couch and discreetly touching your knee to high thigh.

It’s the small touches you sneak when you think nobody is looking, that make your heart skip just a beat faster.

***

“Oh my gods, I love this setup! It's got something for everyone!” Tony is absolutely giddy with excitement, walking around the newly installed equipment that had been set up outside, “Isn’t it perfect? I never realized how little we were working with before!”

“Well that is because we really only ever trained by fighting hand to hand.” Natasha replies, inspecting part of the obstacle course.

Tony nods, putting his hands in his pockets. He watches as Peter easily climbs a wall that’s part of the course Nat is looking at.

“It’s amazing!” Wanda chirps, “Steve really outdid himself this time.”

“Speaking of Steve, he was supposed to meet us out here like ten minutes ago. I’m gonna go find him.” Tony says, pulling his phone out to try and get a hold of his boyfriend.

As the billionaire disappears into the compound, Nat walks up to Wanda.

“I never thought I’d say this, but I can’t wait to sweat my tits off out here.” She says, the comment matching the one she made a few days ago.

Wanda lets out a quiet cackle, watching as Nat walks towards some machinery across the yard that caught her eye.

Wanda walks towards the teenager and looks around, excited to have so much more to practice and train her magic with. While Loki was more than glad to train with her using his own magic, she always had to hold back with almost everyone else.

She watches as Peter jumps and climbs his way through the course, looking like he’s having the time of his life, when she sees a separate movement out of the corner of her eye. She looks up to see you and Loki standing in a window, facing each other and talking.

“Oh look! There’s Y/N and Loki. Hey!” She waves up at them, but they don’t see her.

Peter’s attention is now caught and he stops in his tracks, looking up at the same window.

“Hey!” Peter calls, waving his own hands.

Suddenly, you and Loki are stripping each other of clothes, and Peter makes a squaking sound, covering his eyes.

“Ah! Oh!” Wanda shouts, her eyes blowing wide as she sees the events unfold. She uses her magic to pull Peter back to her so she can shield his innocent eyes, “Ahh!”

“What?” Nat asks, jogging back up to the pair.

Wanda points to the window that harbored the offending scene, with the hand that isn’t currently shielding Peter’s eyes.

“Y/N and Loki! Y/N and Loki!”

Nat looks up to see what the other two are flipping out about, only to see Loki shove you up against the window, completely bare.

“Oh my god!” Nat’s voice goes up an octave.

“Oh!”

“Oh my god!”

“Y/N and Loki!” Wanda screams.

“Oh my god!”

“My eyes! My eyes!” Peter screams. Wanda turns them both away from the building.

“Peter! Wanda!” Nat steps in front of them, hands out to try and calm them.

“Oh!” Wanda yells again, screwing here eyes shut.

“Okay! It’s okay! It’s okay!” Nat tries to placate them.

Peter removes Wanda’s hand from his face, “No! They’re doing it!” He yells, turning to point at you and Loki before Nat quickly grabs his arm and turns him back to her.

“I know! I know! I know!”

“You know?” Peter yells back.

“You know?” Wanda echoes him.

“Yes! I know, and Thor knows, but Tony doesn’t know so you have to stop screaming!”

Out of nowhere, Tony walks up to the small group, “Hey, what’s going on?”

The three of them scream in surprise, Peter throwing his hands in the air and jumping, screaming the loudest.

“Hi! Hi!”

Concern etches itself on Tony’s face, “What? What?” He steps towards his kid, arms reaching out and eyes scanning for any injuries.

“Hi! Nothing!” Peter yells, jumping around Tony to make him look away from the compound. He really didn’t need to see his daughter being fucked against a window by the one person on the team he trusts least, “Oh, gods, we’re just so excited about all the new equipment!” Peter claps his hands.

Tony smiles, now realizing it’s all just Peter having a hyperactive episode, “Yeah, actually it looks really good-” He says as he turns back to look at everything, but is cut off when Wanda yells and copies Peter’s movements to pull Tony’s gaze back away from the building.

“It looks amazing!” She screams, clapping and jumping up and down next to Peter.

Nat steps around Tony too so he doesn’t have a reason to turn back around.

“Get in here! Come on!” Peter yells, motioning for his father figure to join their happy dance.

Tony smiles before letting out a happy squeal and jumping into the little group dance, all of them jumping and screaming, aside from Natasha who was smirking and biting her lip to keep from laughing.

***

“You mean whenever Y/N and Loki were like, you know, doing laundry. Or going grocery shopping, or- Oh!” Wanda gasps, “All that time Y/N spent on the phone with Margo back in her hometown?”

They sit on Wanda’s bed, coffee in hand. Peter was leaned against her headboard playing Among Us on his phone, sound blocking headphones in. He was traumatized from what he saw earlier in the day, and he didn’t feel like seeing or talking to anyone, so the girls let him hang with them while they gossiped.

Nat nods, “Uh huh. Doing it, doing it, phone doing it.”

Wanda gasps again, “Oh, I can’t believe it! I mean I think it’s great!” There’s a pause, “For him. She might be able to do better.”

There’s a knock at the door before it opens slightly to reveal Thor. He leans against the doorframe and crosses his arms.

“Hello, what are you all up to?”

“Thor! Come here!” Nat says, jumping up and pulling him into the room, closing the door behind him.

Thor moves to sit on the desk chair, which looks like a doll chair compared to him, “What?”

“Wanda and Peter just found out about Loki and Y/N.”

Thor’s brows furrow and his eyes get wide, “You mean how they’re friends and nothing more?” His eyes narrow at the ex-assassin.

Nat rolls her eyes, “No, no Thor. They know. We were outside checking out the new training grounds and we saw them doing it through the window. Actually we saw them doing it up against the window.”

Wanda joins in, “Okay, so now they know you know,” She points to Thor, “And they don’t know that Nat knows?”

The god looks like he’s thinking hard for a moment before he speaks, “... Yes. But, you know what? It doesn’t matter who knows what. Now, enough of us know, that we could just tell them we know!” He says excitedly, “Then all the lying and secrets will finally be over!”

Nat nods, and Wanda gets a smirk on her face.

“Or, we could not tell them we know, and have a little fun of our own!” The witch giggles.

“Wait, well what do you mean?” Nat asks, turning back to face Wanda.

“Well every time that they say they’re like, doing laundry, we’ll just give them a bunch of laundry to do!”

Nat’s mouth forms an ‘O’ in understanding, “Ohh,” She claps silently, “I would enjoy that.”

Thor looks horrified, “Oh no no no. No wait wait. You know what would be even more fun? Telling them.”

Nat looks at him, but she’s already hyped up, “Nah, I wanna do Wanda’s thing.”

“I can’t take anymore-”

“Oh you don’t have to do anything. Just don’t tell them that we know!” Wanda snaps.

“No! I can’t take any more secrets!” Thor whines, running a hand down his face, “I’ve got your secrets, I’ve got their secrets, I’ve got secrets of my own, you know.”

“You don’t have any secrets.” Nat narrows her eyes.

“Oh yeah? You don’t know about Squish, my stuffed octopus.” Thor throes back before his eyes go wide.

It’s silent between all of them for a few seconds before Wanda clears her throat, “So, um,” She veers the conversation back to the situation at hand, turning back to Nat, “How are we gonna mess with them?”

Thor groans and leans back in the chair.

“Well, you could use your position, you know, as the best friend. And then I would use, you know, the strongest tool at my disposal. My sexuality.”

There’s another knock at the door.

“Come in!” Wanda calls.

The door opens to reveal Loki. Peter blushes furiously when he looks up to see the other god, and looks back to down, gluing his eyes on his phone.

“Hello, children.”

Everyone in the room replies with hellos.

“Y/N cannot find her journal. Have any of you heathens seen it?”

There’s a string of denials, nobody having seen the black leather journal you tend to carry around.

Nat turns to Wanda and winks, noticing Peter is now looking at her, and stands up to head towards Loki.

“Uh, hello?” Loki says, watching Nat approach him.

“Hey,” She says, finally stepping in front of him, “Oh wow, that jacket looks great on you.”

Loki quirks a brow and glances down at his clothing, then back to Nat, “Um, thanks?”

“Yeah, the material looks so soft,” She says as she strokes his arm, “Oh hello muscles,” She purrs, squeezing his bicep, “Have you been working out?”

Loki looks incredibly puzzled, “Yes, but need I remind you I am also a god.”

Suddenly Nat is giggling. Since when-

“Are you ill?”

She finishes giggling and looks in his eyes, “Well, if you really want to know,” She looks down at her hands, “Um- Oh I can’t tell you this.”

Loki shifts his weight onto the other foot, glancing at the other three behind her, then focusing back on her.

“While I do not enjoy discussing emotions, I can tolerate you more than most humans. If you would like to discuss something on your mind, I would not object.”

“Well actually, you’re the one person I can’t tell this to, and the one person I want to the most.”

“What the Norns is going on?” He asks, growing increasingly disturbed by this interaction.

“I think it’s just, you know, that I haven’t been with someone in so long and, you know how sometimes you’re looking for something and you just don’t even see that it’s right there in front of you dressed in a black suit…”

Loki glances down at himself again and his brows fly up for a split second as he looks back up to Nat.

“Oh no, have I said too much?” She coos, placing a hand on her chest, “Well, it’s just something to think about. I know I will.” She giggles again and walks over to where she set her mug down, bending at the waist and making an ‘oop’ sound, picking it up and then walks out of the room and past Loki, shooting him a wink.

Loki raises a brow at Thor, who has his face in his hands. Wanda is biting her lip to stop from bursting into a fit of laughter, and Peter’s cheeks are dusted pink with his eyes wide in shock.

***

“You are so cute. How did you get to be so cute?” You ask, looking down at Loki. He’s sprawled on his bed with his arm around you, tracing his fingers along your spine.

“I am not cute. I am a god. Handsome or pretty will do.”

You giggle in response, “Okay now you’re even cuter.” You tease, leaning down to kiss him.

“You know, that seems to be a popular opinion today, I must say.”

“What?”

“Well, the weirdest thing happened earlier today. I think… I believe Natasha was coming onto me.”

You chuckle, “What are you talking about?”

“I’m telling you, I think Natasha thinks I’m alluring.”

You look up at the wall and quirk a brow, then look back at him, “It’s not possible.”

“Ow?” Loki says, lifting his hands in a motion akin to ‘what the hel’.

You chuckle, “I’m sorry, it’s just… I mean Nat just thinks of you in a charming, sexless kind of way.”

“Oh well you know I… I can’t hear that enough.”

“I’m sorry, I just think you misunderstood her.”

Loki sits up, “No, I did not misunderstand. Humans are simple creatures-”

You narrow your eyes.

“Except for you, my darling,” He tries to placate, “But she was all over me. She touched my bicep for crying out loud.”

You grab his arm, and smirk, “This bicep?”

“Well it’s not flexed right now.”

You snort and fall back onto the bed in a fit of giggles.

***

You walk out of the elevator into the common room, headed to the kitchenette for some water.

“Hey, Y/N. What are you doing right now? You wanna come see a movie with us?” Nat asks, flipping through her magazine.

You stutter in your movements, hoping nobody noticed, and continue getting your water, “Uh, you know what, I was actually gonna do some laundry.”

You were out on a jog when Loki had texted you a long paragraph about what he wanted to do to you when you got back. Needless to say, you cut your jog short, turned around, and came straight back. When you turned back around to face your friends, you glanced at Loki, who was sitting on the loveseat with a book in hand. The fucker had the audacity to smirk.

Nat and Wanda look at each other, sharing a knowing look.

“Loki, you wanna do it with me?”

He closes his book and sets it down next to him, standing off of the couch, “Sure, I’ll do it with you.”

Nat smirks and stands, “Okay great! Hold on a sec.” She says before running out of the room. She returns a few minutes later with a large hamper full of laundry, “Ugh, here you go,” She sets it down behind the couch, “You don’t mind do you? That would really help me out a lot. Thanks!”

“Uh…” You look at her, not really sure how to respond.

“Oh! I have some too!” Wanda says.

You finally come out of your stupor, “Wait! Why am I doing everyone’s laundry? Do your own!”

Wanda makes a pouty face, “Because you love us and we asked nicely?”

You look at her incredulously before rolling your eyes, “Fine.”

Nat looks at her watch, “Oh! Alright, honey, we’d better go if we wanna catch that movie.”

They grab their jackets and bags, saying goodbye as they leave.

“Bye, Loki! I miss you already.” Nat says as she passes him, pinching his butt before entering the elevator with Wanda.

Once the doors slide shut, Loki looks at you, “Okay, did you see that?” He says hysterically, “With the inappropriate and the pinching?”

You nod, “Actually I did.”

“Okay so now do you believe that she’s attracted to me?”

You blink a few times, pieces of the situation coming together. Suddenly, your heart drops to your stomach.

“Oh my gods!” You look at the elevator and step around the counter towards the common room where Loki stood, “Oh my gods, she knows about us!”

“You are serious??”

“Natasha knows and she’s just trying to freak us out!” You throw your hands in the air, water bottle still clutched, “That’s the only explanation for it!”

Loki leans his head forward and raises his brows, “Okay but what about my pinchable butt and my bulging biceps?” He throws out an arm and runs his opposite hand over the lean limb before recognition settles over his face, “She knows!”

***

The door to Thor’s room flies open, startling the god, and both you and Loki enter.

“Thor.” Loki snaps, walking up to him, you hot on his tail. It looks like he had been in the middle of a nap.

“Yeah?” He says, throwing Squish behind a pillow.

You roll your eyes and Loki runs a hand down his face.

“Natasha knows about us.” Loki says, motioning between you and him.

Thor looks at you before furrowing his brows, “Well I didn’t tell them!”

“Them?” You hiss, “Who’s them?”

Thor looks guilty as he looks between the two of you, “Uhh, Natasha… And Thor.”

“Thor…” You warn.

“... And Wanda and Peter.”

You and Loki look at each other in annoyment.

Thor stands from his bed, “I would have told you, but they made me promise not to tell!”

“Odin’s beard!” Loki bites.

“I’m sorry!” Thor apologizes, and he does look sorry, “But hey! It’s over now, right? Cause you can tell them you know they know, and I can go back to knowing absolutely nothing!”

An idea pops into your mind, “Unless-”

“No, not ‘unless’! Look, this must end now!”

You ignore Thor’s small outburst, “Oh man, they think they are so slick messing with us! But see they don’t know that we know that they know. So…”

Thor looks confused as all hell by now, but realization dawns on Loki, “Ah, yes. The pranksters become the victims!”

Thor rolls his eyes, making an irritated noise, and flops back onto his bed.

***

Natasha, Wanda, and Peter are all hanging out in the common room playing Mario Kart when Natasha’s phone rings.

She pauses the game, putting the controller down and grabbing her phone, noticing the caller ID.

“It’s Loki!” She yelps, and suddenly she has both Peter’s and Wanda’s undivided attention.

They had filled Peter in on their plan, and he was more than happy to help prank you and Loki after what he had been inadvertently forced to see.

“Answer it!” Peter says, scooting closer.

“On speaker!” Wanda adds.

Natasha slides the green button and answers the call, putting it on speaker, “Hello, you.” She says in a sultry tone.

“Hello, Natasha. I have been thinking about you all day.” Loki’s voice fills the room.

Natasha almost chokes, and the other two snap their gaze to the phone, “Huh?”

“Well you know, that thing you said before. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t intrigued.”

“Really?” She asks, completely caught off guard.

“Yes, listen, why don’t you come to my room tonight and I’ll let you feel my muscles. Or maybe more.”

Natasha’s mouth falls open, as do the others’, and she grasps for some sort of answer.

“I’ll have to get back to you on that. Okay bye.” She hits end and her hands fly to her hair.

“Oh my god!” Wanda squeaks.

“He wants you to go over and feel his muscles and more!” Peter adds.

“Are you kidding?” Natasha says, trying to wrap the situation around her head, “I cannot believe he would to that to-” She cuts off mid sentence as a thought forms in her head. She turns slowly to face Thor, who had been munching on a slice of pizza while watching the Mario Kart tournament, “Thor…” Natasha says, “Do they know that we know?”

He looks at her with a guilty expression, and it’s quiet for a second too long before he answers, “No…”

“Thor…” This time his name is spoken in a warning tone.

He nods slowly, “They know you know.”

Natasha makes a noise of frustration, “I knew it! Oh, I cannot believe those two!”

“They thought that they could mess with us? They’re trying to mess with us?” Wanda guffaws, “They don’t know that we know they know we know.”

Thor groans behind them.

“And Thor you can’t say anything!” Peter turns and tells him.

He throws his hands in the air, “Couldn’t if I wanted to!”

***

Wanda, Nat, and Peter had ended their video game and moved to the couch to talk amongst themselves. You and Loki are standing in the doorway.

“Look at them, they’re panicked!” You whisper.

“Oh, yes. They’re definitely going to crack.” Loki whispers back.

You nod, “Oh yeah.”

Nat turns to look over her shoulder at the two of you and then looks back at her partners in crime.

“Alright, alright, if he wants a date, he’s gonna get a date.” She says, tucking back a strand of hair, “Alright, I’m gonna go.” She adjusts her jacket.

“Good luck!” Peter whispers.

Wanda is giving a subtle thumbs up, “Be sexy.”

Nat rolls her eyes, “Please.” She stands and walks towards Loki with a sexy smirk, swaying her hips back and forth.

He sees her coming and he pushes you away, standing to his full height and pocketing his hands.

You and Nat exchange a fleeting look before her focus is back on Loki.

“So, Loki, I’d love to come by tonight.”

The god’s smug smirk falls for a moment, before he forces it back, “Really?”

“Oh absolutely, should we say around seven?”

Loki tilts his head up slightly, trying to keep his composure, “Yes.”

Nat nods, “Good. I’m really looking forward to you and me having sexual intercourse.” She winks and walks back to her spot on the couch.

Loki gives you a desperate look and you hold your hands up, trying to calm him down.

***

The three troublemakers plus Thor are in Nat’s room. She’s wearing a black, form fitting dress that reaches her mid thigh, with knee high leather boots. Her red hair is straightened and the top layer of her hair is pulled back into a braid in the back of her head. Her makeup is mostly natural, with a subtle green tint on her lids. A modest amount of glitter dusted her cheekbones.

Wanda claps several times, “Showtime!”

“Okay, Peter, pick out a perfume. Over on my dresser. And Thor, can you go grab me a bottle of wine and some glasses?”

Thor huffs but does as he’s asked, leaving the room to fetch the items.

Peter walks up to her with a small bottle filled with purple liquid, “I like this one!”

Nat smiles at him, “One of my favorites,” She stretches her arms out and closes her eyes, “Hit me.”

Peter sprays a cloud of the scent in front of her, and she spins through it.

Thor returns a few minutes later with a bottle of sweet red and two crystal glasses.

~Meanwhile~

You straighten out Loki’s collar and smooth out his jacket.

“Alright, you’ll be great. You just make her think that you want to have sex with her, it’ll totally freak her out.” You spray breath freshener into his mouth and he recoils, not expecting the intrusive taste.

“Okay listen, how far am I going to have to go with her?”

“Relax! She’s gonna give in way before you do!”

“How do you know??” He asks, and he briefly asks himself how he even got caught up in this mess.

“Because you’re on my team, and my team always wins.”

He scrunches his face at you, “At this?” He makes a general motion with his hands.

You roll your eyes, “Just go get some!” You grab his face and give him a quick kiss before smacking his butt, “Go!”

You run to his bathroom and hide inside, listening to the events in the room unfold.

Peter, Wanda, and Natasha are all outside of Loki’s room.

Wanda hands the wine and glasses to Natasha, “Okay, Nat. Now we’re gonna try to listen from right here. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Oh wait!” Wanda reaches out and unzips the zipper on Nat’s chest, letting her breasts spill out a little more.

“Oh, good idea!” Peter says.

“Oh, hang on,” Wanda goes to try and pull it down a little more but Nat steps back.

“Don’t give away the farm!”

Wanda’s hands snap back to herself, and her and Peter hide against the wall as Nat knocks on the door.

It immediately opens, and Loki is there waiting.

“Natasha.”

“Loki.”

“Come on in.” He purrs.

“I was going to.” Nat giggles, and slides past him through the door. He follows her in and closes the door behind him. As soon as it shuts, Wanda and Peter shuffle to the door and press their ears to it.

Nat holds up the bottle in her hand, “I brought some wine. Would you like some?”

“Of course.”

Silence settles over the two as Nat sets the items on Loki’s heavy wooden dresser.

“So, here we are,” She says, pouring a glass of wine, “Nervous?”

“Me? Never. You?”

Her answer is immediate, “No. I want this to happen.” She hands him a glass.

“So do I.” He takes it.

They clink glasses and both down the alcohol like it’s water and they’d been stranded without any for days.

When they finish, they set the glasses down and Loki takes a step back, “I’m going to put on some music.”

He cuts on a song that Nat doesn’t believe she’s heard before. It’s definitely a classical song.

“Maybe I’ll dance for you.” Nat licks her lips, and starts to sway and move her body. She hopes the alcohol kicks in soon.

Loki raises a brow as she gets closer to him. He swallows harshly when she bumps her hips against him.

“You look ravishing.” He chokes out.

“Thanks,” She’s still moving herself to the music, “You know, when you say things like that, it makes me want to rip that… Suit right off.”

“Well, why don’t we move this to the bed.”

“Really?” Nat stops her dancing, the statement coming out of left field.

“Oh! Do you not want to?” Loki asks.

“No, no. I just, you know, first I want to take off all of my clothes and have you rub lotion on me.”

Loki can feel his heart sinking because he can tell that the woman isn’t going down without a fight. And for once, he doesn’t want a fight.

“Well, that would be nice.” He says instead, “I’ll go get the lotion.” He makes a bee line for his bathroom.

He opens the door and slams it behind him.

“This is getting completely out of hand. Alright? She wants me to put lotion on her!” He hisses quietly.

“She’s bluffing!” You hiss back.

Loki throws his hands up, exasperated, “Look, she’s not backing down. She did this!” He copies the hip bump that Nat had done to him earlier.

“He is not backing down. He went to get lotion.” Nat says.

She had gone and opened the door to talk to Wanda and Peter when Loki disappeared into the bathroom.

Wanda and Peter look at each other and Wanda wrings her hands.

Thor walks down the hallway and sees them gathered at the door.

“Oh man, aren’t you guys finished yet?” He whines, crossing his arms.

Wanda rolls her eyes, “Thor, look, just look at it this way: The sooner Natasha breaks Loki, the sooner this is all over and out in the open.”

Thor’s eyes light up, “Oh, I like that,” He looks at Nat and an idea comes to him, “Oh! Show your breasts. He’s afraid of looking at anyone else’s but Y/N’s.” He reaches out and pulls on the zipper in a quick motion, causing Natasha’s boobs to nearly fall out of the dress.

The girls gasp and Peter covers his eyes.

“Wow, you didn’t break it.” Nat says, inspecting the zipper and adjusting her breasts.

“Not my first time.” Thor says, cheekily.

“You go back out there,” You say, grabbing a bottle of lotion off the shelf, “And you seduce her ‘til she cracks!”

“Okay, give me a moment.” He takes the bottle from you and looks around the small space, “Did you reorganize in here?”

You shrug and push him out of the bathroom.

He stumbles slightly from the force and sees Nat closing the bedroom door.

“Oh, you’re leaving?”

She turns and looks at him, pushing her chest out, “Uh, not without you, lover.” She walks towards him, making sure to show her chest off as she sways her body, “So… These are my boobs.”

Loki glances down at them before locking his eyes on Nat’s.

“They’re very nice.”

They look at each other, exchanging forced sexual glances.

“Well, come here.” He tells her, “I’m very happy we will be having sex.”

Natasha chuckles nervously, “You should be. I’m very bendy.” She steps closer, “I’m gonna kiss you now.”

“Not if I kiss you first.”

She takes a last step forward and grabs one of his hips. He touches one of hers, then switches hands to touch the other. His heart is beating in his throat.

Natasha reaches out and grabs his other hip, jerking him forward. He tries to place a hand on her breast but can’t make himself go through with it, so he settles for her shoulder, and Nat makes a choked sound.

“Well I suppose there’s nothing left for us to do but kiss.”

Nat nods, “Here it comes. Our first kiss.”

Loki quickly glances at the door that you’re hiding behind before looking back to Nat. They’re faces get closer and closer, both desperately hoping that the other will break before their lips connect.

But neither does.

It’s awkward and barely a kiss, but after about two seconds, Loki rips himself away and pushes Nat away from him.

“Alright alright alright. Okay, you win! You win!” He yells, hands up in surrender.

“Hah!”

“I cannot have sex with you.”

“And why not?” Nat pushes.

“Because I’m in love with Y/N.” He admits, running a hand through his hair.

Nat’s heart stops and she can barely string words together, “You’re- You’re what?”

The bathroom door opens and you step out, at the same time the bedroom door swings open to reveal Wanda, Peter, and Thor.

“I love her. That’s right! I love her. I love her!” He repeats himself, pointing to you.

You feel butterflies grow in your belly and warmth blooms in your chest. You don’t care that you just lost this little game. Loki just proclaimed his love for you to a whole group of people. That’s not something he likes; letting others know his feelings.

You walk over to him, sporting a smile so wide that your cheeks hurt. He takes a step towards you and places his hands on your waist, looking into your eyes.

“I love you, Y/N.”

You let out a wet chuckle, “I love you too, Loki.”

He dips down and captures your lips in a searing kiss, pulling your body flush to his.

“I just… I thought you guys were doing it. I didn’t know you were in love!” Nat exclaims.

You turn and smile at your friend, hugging your boyfriend close. Loki chuckles and hugs you back.

“Awh, guys.” Peter says, a large smile on his face as well.

Loki smiles at the boy then looks to Nat, “And hats off to Natasha. Quite the competitor.” He reaches a hand out and the two shake hands, “And may I say your breasts are still out.”

“God.” She mumbles and quickly zips the dress back up.

“All right!” Thor booms, his face filled with joy, “So that’s it! It’s over! Everybody knows!”

“Yeah, well actually, not everybody,” You reply, “And we’d appreciate it if nobody told dad.”

Thor’s face falls and Peter grabs his arm to try and placate him.

***

Tony is watching Peter mess around on the obstacle course.

Peter lands at the end with a backflip and turns to make sure Tony is watching.

The older man holds a thumbs up, “You’re doing great, buddy!”

Movement catches his eye and he looks up to the window of your room. It takes his brain one too many seconds to realize what he’s seeing because he doesn’t want to believe it.

“No… No!” He yells, standing and taking a few steps forward.

Peter turns to look at what Tony is flipping out over and his blood runs cold, “Shit.” He whispers.

“Get off of my daughter!” Tony screams before he takes off towards the entrance to the compound and Peter takes off after him.

Tony runs down the hallway screaming.

“Loki! Loki!” He reaches your room and tries to open it, but it’s locked. He bangs on it several times, “Loki! I saw what you were doing through the window! I saw what you were doing to my daughter, now get out here!”

You and Loki jump up and quickly fix yourselves.

“Well, listen, we had a good run. What was it? Four? Five months? I mean, that’s more than most humans have in a lifetime, so goodbye, take care, goodbye then.” Loki finishes his ramblings with a chaste kiss to your lips before walking to your balcony.

You quickly catch his wrist, “What are you doing?”

“Oh I’m going on the lam.”

You roll your eyes and pull him back towards you, “Come on, Loki, come on. I can handle my dad.”

You drag him with you and open the door to reveal Tony, who is as red as Thor’s cape.

“Hey dad, what’s up?”

He looks at you and then Loki, and storms into the room towards him.

Loki takes several steps back and you run to place yourself between them.

“Dad!” You place your hands on his chest.

“What the hell are you doing!” He yells.

Suddenly almost the entire team is running up to your bedroom door where Peter was already waiting.

“Hey, what’s-what’s going on?” Natasha interjects.

“Well I think… I think… Stark knows about Y/N and I.”

“Brother,” Thor makes a throat cut motion, “He is right there.”

Loki rolls his eyes.

“You are an semi-immortal god that wiped out half of Manhattan and causes trouble everywhere he goes, and this is my daughter. Loki and my daughter, I-I cannot believe this!”

“Look Stark, we are not just fooling around. I love her. Alright? I’m in love with her.”

Tony takes a few breaths and moves his gaze to you.

You step forward and grab his hand, “I’m sorry that you had to find out this way… I’m sorry but it’s true, I love him too.” You reach your other arm back to pull Loki into your side.

He looks at you with unsure eyes, then looks up at Loki and back to you. Then out of nowhere, his demeanor completely changes.

“Loki and my daughter! I cannot believe this!” He says with a more happy tone, bringing them both into a hug, surprise etching Loki’s face. He pulls away and looks at everyone in the doorway, “You guys probably wanna get some hugs in too, huh? Big news!” He says the last part with jazz hands.

Everyone on the team who wasn’t aware files in for hugs and congrats, but the other four stay in the doorway.

Peter smiles, “Awh, no we’re okay, we’ve actually known for a while.”

The smile on Tony’s face vanishes.

“What? What? You guys knew?” He stalks closer and Peter jumps behind Natasha, “You all knew and you didn’t tell me?” His voice became raised again.

“W-Well, Tony, we were worried about you, okay? We didn’t know how you were gonna react.” Wanda explains.

Tony looks between the four of them before the weary smile appears again.

“You were worried about me?” He chuckles, “You didn’t know how I was gonna react?” He pulls all of them into a tight hug.

When he lets them go Thor speaks up, “Okay. What do you say we all, uh, clear out of here and let these two lovebirds get back down to business.”

Tony’s smile vanishes yet again and he turns to glare at the god.

“Hey, hey, hey. I’m just talking here. He is the one sleeping with your daughter.” He points to Loki.

Peter facepalms and Nat drags Thor away, Peter following suit. Peter collects Tony and nods to you and Loki. Everyone files back out of the room and the door closes once more.

After everyone left, there were a few seconds of silence before the two of you burst into hysterical fits of laughter.

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The Last of Us Pt. 2 (Joel Miller x Reader)

What if Joel Died (pt 3)

The Last of Us Pt. 2 Masterlist

(I know I said that this storyline was done but I had another idea to continue this. So if you had not read the two other parts of what would've happened if Joel died, I'd suggest read those first before you continue. The previous chapters should be in the Masterlist which is the one above!)

8 Years Later

The rays of the setting sun was shining through the window of my bedroom as I sit on the edge of my bed, staring at the old familiar broken watch. I give a somber look as my thumb strokes across the cracked face.

I sighed, heavily, as I go and put the watch on my left wrist just as I heard a knock at my door. I turn and saw Ethan, who was looking more and more like his father as the years go by, standing there. "Hey, sweetheart." I greeted him, softly. "Hey, mom...uh...Aiden and I were invited out to a bonfire with the others. Is it okay if we go?" He asked.

"As long as you two help me out with the garden out back. Then you two can go." I said. "Sure, okay." Ethan said and he calls out for Aiden and tells him what needs to be done as he leaves the room. I smiled then start to put on my shoes.

A few years ago, I turned our backyard into a garden, mainly to help keep my mind busy when I'm not out on patrols. Plus it's a good way to make trades with the people here in Jackson. The little shed that used to be Ellie's home, I turned into a storage shed for our tools.

Since Tommy and Maria had broken up, I let Tommy move in and take the spare room. And since he lost his eye and was still limping, he couldn't do much like he used to so he would help me with the garden and he would help teach the boys how to fire a gun and protect themselves.

I get up from the bed and start to walk out of the room then down the stairs. I hear music playing and I walk over to the kitchen area to see the record player was playing music. Tommy was washing dishes while Aiden and Ethan were kinda doing a funny line dance.

I lean against the door frame and smiled as the boys continued dancing. "Didn't know you boys had moves." Tommy remarks, teasingly, and they laugh. "Days of practice, Uncle Tommy." Aiden said, in a joking manner.

"Well, you must've gotten your moves from your mother. Lord knows your dad couldn't dance since he had two left feet." Tommy jokes and I laugh. "Oh I wouldn't say that. He wasn't a bad dancer." I said. "Yeah, well you were his wife, you're suppose to say nice things about him." Tommy jokes and I chuckle.

"So, what do you want us to do, mom?" Ethan asked me. "Just water a few plants and plant some fruits and vegetables. Gotta be ready in a few weeks." I said and the boys nod at me then they start to head outside.

I look over at Tommy as he tries to clean up the kitchen. "Tommy, you don't have to do that." I said to him. "You've been working hard, lately. I can handle it." Tommy said, smiling, and I give a small smile towards him.

"Okay." I said and patted his shoulder. "But I'm cooking dinner tonight." I said and Tommy laughs. "Okay, okay." He said and I pat his back then head towards the backyard.

There I see Aiden and Ethan out there getting the tools. "Wow, this bonfire must be important to you two." I said as they grab the shears and the hoe.

"Well...everybody's gonna be there tonight." Aiden exclaimed and I smirked. "Wow, everybody?" I asked and they nodded. "And by everybody, you two mean Eliza and Lily?" I asked and they turn their heads to me in shock.

"Maybe..." they mutter and I laugh. "Awww, my babies are all grown up." I said, teasingly, and they groan. "Mom!" They groaned and I chuckle. "Okay, okay. Like I said, the faster we get this done, the faster you can go meet your girlfriends." I said. "They're not our girlfriends!" Aiden exclaimed, defensively. "Mmhmm...we'll see." I teased and they rolled their eyes.

We continued working on the garden and it seemed everything was good as the boys cut out any weeds and dug some dirt to plant any more vegetables or fruits while I water any of the plants. "Okay, boys, I think that's everything. So, you guys can go ahead and go." I said.

"Really?" Ethan asked.

"You sure you don't want us to help you clean up?" Aiden asked and I shake my head.

"I got this, boys. You two go and have fun." I said and they nod and start to head back in the house while I pick up the tools and head to the shed. After putting the tools away, I head back inside the house and see that Tommy had finished the dishes.

I smirk and head to the living room and sit on the couch. I let out a heavy sigh and felt my eye lids go heavy, I tried to keep my eyes open but the exhaustion took over and I fall asleep.

But seconds after closing my eyes, I saw a flash of Joel getting hit by that stupid golf club and he let out a pained scream.

I get startled and jump at this then I realized that I was not in the living room. I didn't know where I was as it was really dark. "No, no, no, no, no...." I whisper. I began to hyperventilate then a light came on and I realized that I had a flashlight with me.

I was wearing my old winter clothes and I was back at that damn cabin. "No, no, no, no, no...not again." I whispered, panicked, and I turned around and saw a door.

I walk up to the door and open it to see Joel's dead body. I fall to my knees as I look over his beaten in head. "Oh Joel..." I cried and place my face in my hands, crying.

"You could've stopped this." A voice behind me said and I raise my head then turn around to see Abby, holding the bloody golf club.

"If you would've gone with Tommy and Joel, all of this..." she said, spreading her arms out. "...could've been avoided." She finished as she looks around the room. "Don't put this on me." I growled at her and she smirks.

"She's right." A familiar voice said and I gasped. I turn around and see Joel was still laying on the ground but his head was raised as he looks up at me. "It's your fault I'm dead." He said and I shake my head. "No...no...I-I tried to fine you..." I stammer. "I cried out for you. Crying out for your help. But you never came. Where were you? Where. Were. You?!" Joel asked me and I bury my head in my hands.

"You are nothing without him. You're worthless, pathetic, a waste of space. You couldn't save your own husband, how can you possibly save your own children?" Abby said and I raise my head and turn to her. She begins to advance on me, making me stumble backwards and land on my ass.

She raises the golf club and begins to swing at me while I raised my arms up, to shield myself.

"(Y/n)? (Y/n)!"

I screamed, frantically, but then I stopped and looked around to see I was still on the couch. Tommy was hovering over me as he had his hands on my shoulder as if he had to shake me awake. I quickly sit up and he backs up a bit but still had his hands on my shoulder.

"Hey, hey, hey. It's okay. It's okay." He said, calmly, and I noticed both of my sons were standing behind the couch, both of them with scared and worried expression.

I hyperventilate again and looked back at Tommy, my eyes widen in a panic. "Breathe, (y/n). Breathe." He instructs me, calmly, and I slow down my breathing as best as I could. "Hey, look at me." Tommy said and I look into his eyes and I felt tears starting to well up in my eyes.

"I-I-I was just..." I said, in a pathetic tearful voice. "Hey, hey, hey...it's okay. You're home. Alright?" Tommy said as he starts to sit down next to me and removes one of his hands off of my shoulder. I sit up straight then lowered my head and place my hands over my face. "You hadn't had one of those in ahwile." He said, calmly, while I start to shake.

"I just want...this shit to go away!" I screamed, tearfully. "Why am I still experiencing it? She's dead!! She's dead!!!" And I began to sob and Tommy pulls me close to him and hugs me as I cry in his shoulder. "It's okay...it's okay..." Tommy assures me, softly.

"It's my fault. I should've gone with you two. I've should've gone with you two...that day." I cried as Tommy runs his hand up and down my back. "Hey, don't say that. It's not your fault. Plus...She would've killed you too." Tommy said then he pushes me off of him, gently, then turned me to face my sons. "Then you wouldn't have raised these two knuckleheads." He said as he gestures at them.

Aiden and Ethan frown at me then they go over to me and hug me. "We can stay home, mom. We don't have to go to the bonfire." Aiden said but I shake my head at them. "No. No, you boys go have fun." I said in between sniffles and hiccups.

"You sure?" Aiden asked, cautiously, and I nod. "Yeah...you two go ahead and have fun." I said and they stand there for a moment, look at each other and, reluctantly, walked away.

About an hour or two later, I was sitting in the living room, looking through a photo album I was able to make. It had some of our old photos, back when Joel and I were dating, and our new ones with Ellie and the boys when they were younger. I smile, fondly, as I flipped through the pages until I stopped at one.

It was mine and Joel's wedding picture. We had a backyard wedding at my mother's house as she had the bigger lawn. It showed me and Joel embracing each other, me in a white dress and him in a tuxedo, and both of us staring, lovingly, into each other's eyes.

I placed my hand over Joel's face and slowly stroked it with my thumb as I let out a sigh. I miss him so much. I miss his voice, his smile, his touch, his eyes that always held so much love when he would look at me.

Just him.

I would give anything to have him back...

...To see him again.

At that moment, I hear the door open and shut and I jump and turn just as Aiden and Ethan come in. "Hey, thought you boys would've been out longer?" I said, confused, and the boys look at me before walking over to the couch and sit on either side of me.

Then Aiden notices the photo album in my hands and looks at it. "What is it?" I asked him and he looks up at me. "Why did dad die?" Aiden asked me and I gasp then turn my head away. "You've always said that he was killed by a crazy, evil woman but...you've never given us the reason why she did it." Ethan said.

I bite my lips at this while I let out a heavy sigh through my nose. "Boys..." I muttered, tearfully, and Aiden places a hand on my shoulder. "Mom, please. Tell us. Maybe it'll help with the nightmares." Aiden pleads. "Plus we have the right to know." Ethan said and I look between the boys.

I sigh, heavily, then run my hands over my eyes. "Okay, boys...I'll tell you." I said and they perked up at this. "But it's a long story. And what I'm about to tell you two, I don't want you two to think ill of me or your father, okay?" I said. "What could you and Dad have done that's worse than anything that goes on beyond the Jackson walls?" Aiden asked and I take a deep breath, let it out and then began to tell them.

"....and we brought Ellie back here and she again questioned us about what happened at the hospital...but we continued with the lie." I said as the boys watch me, their eyes widen in shock.

"But Ellie did find out, right? I remember she stopped coming by." Aiden said and I nodded. "Yeah, she did. She was angry with us. But a couple of years later, she came to us and said she wanted to try to forgive us. But then..." I stopped and bite my lips.

"So, you guys taking Ellie away from the Fireflies is the reason dad was killed?" Ethan asked. "That's what Ellie and I thought at first. But when your Uncle Tommy found Abby's whereabouts two years after Ellie tried to hunt her down in Seattle, I went after her. And she told me that her father was the surgeon who was gonna operate on Ellie." I said and the boys stare at me before they both look down at the floor.

"Aiden...Ethan....I know that's alot to take in, but you two must understand...there wasn't a garuentee for a cure. And your father and I cared and loved Ellie too much to take that chance...." I said and Aiden looks up at me. "I get it, mom....it's just...I don't know...it's alot to take in..." he said as Ethan nods.

"So when you came back from hunting Abby down and said that it's over....did you kill her?" Ethan asked and I nodded. "And you know what scares me the most when I killed Abby?" I said and both the boys look up at me.

"I did it not because I had to or I needed to, I did it because I wanted to. I wanted to make her suffer, make her pay for what she done to me and my family and what she took away from us." I said. "And that's a side of me that I'm terrified of."

The boys stay silent after that but I notice that Ethan looks upset. "Ethan, honey? You okay?" I asked him. He sits there, shakes his head then gets up and goes upstairs. Moments later, Aiden and I hear a door slam.

I sigh at this then place my hand over my face. "I'll go check on him." Aiden said and he gets up and walks away. I began to sob as I hear their bedroom door shut but seconds later, the front door opens.

I sniffle and wipe the tears away just to look up and see Tommy coming in. He looks over at me but stops. "Everything alright?" He asked me and I sniffle again. Tommy has a look of concern then he walks over to me and sits next to me.

"What happened?" He asked and I let out a heavy sigh. "I told them the truth....about what Joel and I did." I replied. "Oh, (y/n)." He mutters and I nod. Then I bury my head in my hands and began to sob again. "Hey." Tommy said, softly, as I feel him place a hand on my shoulder.

"We knew this day would come." He said and I remove my hands off of my face and nod. "I know, but...I'm now afraid how they're gonna see their father. I know they looked up to him and love him. But telling them this...." I stop and start to bit my lips then Tommy goes to hug me.

“They’re gonna have to know eventually. After all the hell we went through, they’ll understand that we have to make the choices out there whether we want to or not. It wasn’t easy but we’ll get through it.” he said and I realized that he was right.

I go and hug him back then he pulls back from the embrace. "I'll go talk to them." said Tommy and I give him a smile. "Thank you, Tommy." I said and I go and kiss his cheek. "You're welcome." He said as he stands up then heads upstairs.

I hear him knock and call out to the boys. The door opens and I could hear Tommy asking if he could come in then seconds later the door closes. I took that as they went ahead and let him in to talk to them.

I groan as I lean back in the couch and cover my face with my hands. I sit there in silence for a good few minutes when a voice speaks up.

"They'll understand." The voice said. "And Tommy...he's smart, he'll know what to say and get through to them."

I lower my hands and sigh for like the hundredth time today before I stand up, cross my arms across my chest and look out towards window. "I know but it's just...I'm afraid they're gonna see us in a different light." I replied. I look out towards the dark, starry night then I huffed at this.

"Remember when we told Ellie about what happened with the Fireflies? And she cut ties with us after that for 2 years?" I asked as I turned around and see Joel sitting on the couch. "That’s exactly what’s happening right now." I said. "Well, they haven't cut you off yet. And as painful as it was the first time, we just gotta have to wait for them to come back on their own terms." Joel said and I look down then back up at him.

"That's impossible. Seeming as they are as stubborn as their father. Ethan, especially." I said, then gave him a small smirk. He chuckles a bit then said. "If they're anything like me, they'll understand."

"Well, don't take all the credit, I'm the one who gave birth to them." I said and he chuckles. He looks over at me and I give him a weak smile. "...and raised them..." I muttered and I see his smirk falter.

"Joel, I have to say...I commend you for the time you had to take care of Sarah on your own. I don't know how you did it. I've got two boys and sometimes it's so stressful to take care of them. If it wasn't for Tommy...." I stop then bite my lips again. "But he's not you, Joel. You should be here! You're their father! You should be teaching them! You should be here watching them grow up! You should be the one giving them advice..." I began to yell, frustrated and angry, then my eyes started to water with tears of anger and sadness.

Joel notices this and wraps his arms around me and pulls me to him as I quietly sob. Even though he isn’t real, I can still feel his warming embrace as he tells me. “It’s going to be okay, there’s nothing to worry about. You're smart. You're strong. You've got this.”

I bury my face into his chest and said. "I really wish I got there sooner. I-I could've...I could've stopped it! You could've lived! You could still be alive right now!"

Joel grabs my chin and brings my face up to look up at him. "I need you to stop talking like that. It wasn't your fault, you didn't know it was gonna happen. You did nothing wrong." He said and I stare at him.

"I miss you so much. I just wish you were here." I whispered, tearfully. "I miss you too, honey." Joel whispers. I look down for a bit then lean my head against his chest and he holds me tighter as I just continue to cry. Then I felt him kiss the top of my head.

"(Y/n)?" I heard a voice call out and I gasp and sit up, seeing Tommy standing by the couch. "Whoa, whoa! Ease up on there, cowgirl." Tommy jokes and I run my hand over my face. I realized that I must've fallen asleep on the couch when he went to go check on the boys.

"Hey, you alright?" Tommy asked and I nod at him. "Yeah, just...just had a...dream..." I said. "You wanna talk about it?" He asked and I shake my head. "I'll be fine, Tommy." I said as I run my hand over my eyes then look back at him.

"How'd it go with the boys?" I asked him. "Well...they're still in shock and a bit angry that we hid that from them. But...I explained it as best as I could from an outsiders perspective and...well, they just need time." Tommy said as he sits down beside me.

"I just don't want them to hate me or their father forever." I said and Tommy nods, slightly. "I know. But...they're smart boys, they won't be mad forever. They just need to sleep it off and tomorrow, we'll see how it goes." He said. "Yeah..." I said with uncertainty.

Tommy noticed this and frowns and then he goes to hug me. I hug him back, bury my face into his chest and begin to sob. "I just don't want to lose them. If I lose them, I don't know what I'll do...I've already lost my husband, I don't want to lose my sons." I cried and Tommy begins to hold me and rocks me back and forth, gently.

*3rd Person POV*

Meanwhile, behind the two and on the stairs, Ethan was standing in the staircase and heard the whole conversation between his mom and uncle.

After hearing the conversation, he started to feel bad for his mom, especially when she said she was afraid of losing him and Aiden. He then felt guilty for how he walked away from her when she told them what happened with Ellie, the Fireflies and Abby.

A part of him hated what his parents did but a part of him understood as he also loves Ellie, like a big sister. Hell, he still loves his mom and his dad.

He looks down, sadly, then heads back into his and Aiden's room. As he walks into the room and shut the door, Aiden quickly stands up and has a look of worry on his face. "Ethan?" Aiden asked, worried.

Ethan looks down at the floor then up at his twin brother. "Please, tell me you didn't go and yell at her." Aiden said, concerned. Ethan shakes his head then he begins to explain what he overheard.

"Holy shit." Aiden mutters after Ethan explained. Then he starts to feel a wave of sadness and pity for his mom. "Yeah...after hearing her say that, I couldn't bring myself to talk to her." Ethan said and they sit there for a moment.

"I mean, I am upset that they took Ellie away but...how would we even know if the vaccine would've worked?" Aiden asked and Ethan shrugs. "What if it did?" Ethan asked as he looks over at his brother. "But what if it didn't?" Aiden counters and Ethan sighs then starts to place his hand on his head and ruffle his black hair that he inherited from his father.

He sits there for a moment then said. "I want to talk to Ellie."

"And how the hell do you think we're gonna get there? You know mom would flip her shit if we walk out of Jackson by ourselves!" Aiden said then they hear footsteps.

Ethan gets up and opens the door slightly to see Tommy coming up the stairs and starts to walk to his room. "Psst, Uncle Tommy." He calls out, quietly, and Tommy looks over at them. Ethan waves him over and Tommy comes over.

"Hey, boys." He said and Ethan opens the door wider for him and Tommy comes in. "What's wrong?" He asked the boys as Ethan shuts the door. "Well...we were wondering if you could take us over to Ellie's tomorrow." Ethan said send Tommy looks between the two boys.

"We just want to talk to her about her side of the story." Aiden said and Tommy has a look of understanding. "Of course...." he mutters. "Look, Uncle Tommy, we heard mom's side and we just want to hear Ellie's. Just so we can fully understand the story." Ethan said and Tommy gives a sad smile towards him.

"Alright, I'll take you boys." He said and the twins smile and sigh with relief. "Thanks, Uncle Tommy." Ethan said and Tommy nods. "I'll just tell you're mom that I'm taking you two out on patrols. Okay?" Tommy said and the boys nod. "Yeah, that would be good." Aiden said.

"Okay...well, you boys have a good night." Tommy said as he walks out of the room. "Night, Uncle Tommy." The boys said, in unison, as Tommy walks out and shuts the door behind him.

The boys exchange a look before they get into their beds and fall asleep.

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Leech Lord - Beginnings and regrets

The single least Seifa thing Seifa has ever done, is probably also the most actual Seifa thing she's ever done, and that's extremely Seifa of her.

It was going against every lesson survival had beaten into her so far in her life, and helping Tyreen instead of walking away all those years ago.

(Pre CoV)

Pandora is a terrible place.

The whole Galaxy is, Pandora just has a reputation that's honest about it.

The Edens, Athenas, Promethea, Tantalus, every city on every settled planet is built on a foundation of bones, nowhere's really safe or actually wants the humans that settled uninvited and ruined the neighborhood. Can't really expect an ecosystem to welcome you with open arms when you immediately start destroying it for profit, and life ain't easy anywhere. Nowhere is good. Nowhere is nice.

You can't live for long without finding out how dangerous "caring" is.

Small family units survive, yeah, clans scrabble out a living on rock plains and migrant space-rigs, but if you hold out a hand to a stranger in need you need to know the risks, need to really understand how likely it is that there's a knife behind their back and a couple of crosshairs already trained on you.

You have to be harsh, you have to be cruel. Everyone who makes it on the border planets knows the unwritten rules.

Unless you've the backing of a town militia or a hell of a lot of weaponry, you can't afford to risk your own safety for others - and Sei has walked past more people who gasped out a desperate plea for help with one of the few breaths they had left then she could ever, ever let herself acknowledge. Fuck man, everyone has. It's one of the sad truths of living at the knifepoint everyone balances on out here at the fringe.

...It's no different really on the corporate ones, the blades waiting to land in your back are just better dressed there.

So, when Seifa went to walk away from that filthy kid in the junkyard with the busted SMG and found herself stopping as the girl pleaded for medicine, that was beyond out of character.

That was weird. That was impossible to justify, and she lost plenty of nights to trying to do so after - long ones, with tears and far too much whiskey.

It's hard to think back on, how unsettling and stomach turning that first month had been. The whole thing feels like a blur, some grease smeared memory that's mostly lost to the desperately anxious conflict that was going on in her head the entire time. She can remember specific points, but they're half images half feeling, nerves and worry all tangled together into something she hates dwelling on.

She remembers the heat mirages swirling above the desert sands as Elpis set on the horizon, driving the girl out across the salt flats as Ty panicked and urged Sei to go faster, all while she was trying to explain to herself WHY she hadn't slapped this stranger out of her buggy and throttled in the opposite direction. What had gotten into her?

She doesn't remember anything that the kid had said as she was lead by her into that dark shack, still battling with why she wasn't turning around, why she was gingerly picking through debris to reach what looked like a hastily set up camp surrounded by rusting sheet metal and pieces that used to be the hovel - but she remembers the stink of fever sweat that wrinkled her nose and that sad mound of sharp angles heaped at the center by a burnt out fire pit, and the shock of realising it was a man when Tyreen had dropped to her knees and begged through sobs for him to keep breathing.

That she had "Found someone to help."

Recalls fighting back the equal disgust she felt with herself for helping carry the nothing he weighed out of that shithole, and for the fact he was still alive in this state. Covered in filth, blood, chunks of.. something, and reeking of puke and god knows what else. How she chewed at her lip till she tasted copper as the buggy engine rattled in complaint under them, flooring it when she knew the shoddy weld job on the left axle wasn't going to take this strain and would need another couple of hundred dollars she didn't have in repairs by the time she got these pathetic kids back to her ship - and she remembers wincing hours later at her empty medical cabinet after gutting it to keep the boy alive.

Saline stock sucked dry, bactum wasted, and she was saving those health kits for when she might need them...

It was a bad decision. It was a stupid decision, and she'd spent that first night when the girl had cried herself to sleep and he'd finally stabilised, sitting on the cold floor of her quarters with her back pressed against the repurposed mag-lock door, cradling her pistol in her lap as she gnawed at her nails.

They were Sirens.

Sirens.

Moron. Stupid fucking twat, If Boss found out, he'd kill her before these two could get the chance.

Helping them had been idiot move enough, had gone against every fiber of who she'd built herself into, but she couldn't have known. Tyreen had been covered in rags, and Troy's markings too dim and caked in muck to even see before they'd gotten him cleaned up and stable.

She hadn't known. She didn't know, nothing about Sirens anyway, just that you didn't fuck with 'em in the first place. Sirens were bad news, Sirens were the bane of Pandora in the last few years and everyone knew the stories. They were monsters who could turn you inside out or roast you alive without needing to point a gun first, and now she had two in her home with no defenses bar a shitty Jacobs she knew damn well she could barely aim, and hopefully enough faux confidence to seem in control of the situation.

That first night had been the worst.

The twins slept fine, Troy out cold and Ty having cried herself unconscious shortly after his heart beat had become something possible to confuse with normal if you squinted at the scan display from the right angle, but Sei didn't close her eyes once.

Sat awake all night in the clunking, humming, rattling silence of her home as she thumbed the revolver's cylinder slowly, considering how each click marked another second she'd left them both alive instead of doing the right thing and emptying a round into each of their skulls. Pandora would take care of the bodies and she'd fix a serious mistake she was walking straight into... but the suns rose in the end, and the twins were none the wiser about how close the decision had actually been.

It didn't really get better. The fear did, that passed over the next couple of days, but not the worry, not the regret. Two more mouths to feed when she only had the funds for herself? The girl was going to have to learn how to work. The cash she'd put aside was for her junker colony, not strangers, and the boy still couldn't even stand... and how were things going to pan out even if they so far didn't seem to be quite as monstrous as she'd been told so many times in no name dive bars in settler towns?

What if she took Tyreen out on a barter run and her markings got noticed? That mad corporate fuckwad Sexy George or fuckin whatever had just been running some reward scheme for Sirens, right? Would the lowbrows she dealt with on a daily basis here comprehend that wasn't a thing anymore, or would Sei be shanked and Ty abducted within hours of setting foot in a trade dock?

And him...

What the fuck was she going to do with him.

He wouldn't talk, wouldn’t even look at her, just some massive, gangly, awkward, nervous child that ghosted around the edge of her vision and scurried out of the room like a panicked Skag pup if she made the mistake of looking directly at him.

Sick still, even if he was trying to stay in his crew cubby for less every day, the one she'd told him was his and still had not a word of thanks for yet. Shaky, delicate, and in no physical condition to be able to help around the ship yet alone have a chance of bringing in some extra dollars, even if he hadn't been missing such a huge chunk of himself. Pity wasn't going to keep him fed, and she was pissed with herself for feeling it for him in the first place.

She figured that's what had done it really... them being siblings.

That raw desperation in Tyreen's voice as she'd begged Seifa to help when she'd turned to walk away. That her brother was so sick and she didn't know what to do. Siblings gut punched her in ways she knew were a weakness out here. The twin thing? That had just cemented it really. Helping wasn't in Seifa's nature, but leaving kids to die wasn't in her bones.

Still, she'd make it work, she always did. They'd survive, and she'd come out of this in profit one way or another, that was as sure as an Athenian monk lowballing an offer.

She'd train the girl up and run some deals with her, cover the costs of helping them out with a tidy margin for herself - then she'd leave 'em with the tools to survive, a couple of hundred bucks to get started and never have to see them again.

She'd be fine. She was always fine.

That's very Seifa of her.

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'Brutal way' : New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

"Brutal way"

Chapter Summary : After Park was kidnapped by Perseus, Bell decided to interrogate the only person that could help her to find Park back.....

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Right now, I was so enraged.....so angered.....so dangerous that it was better for the others to not provoke me at all because the last thing they will saw was going to be my face looking at them dying slowly after I brutally beat them or shoot them. I could understand that rage because someone I was close was hurt by Perseus....someone that I'm in love with, the only one that was there for me since a week and five days, helping me to find out who I am.....she was taken away from me by Perseus.....Park.

I could have been more faster to save her, I could have neutralized those mens in no-time but I couldn't do it normally. They succeeded to kidnap her as I was nearly ready to shot the guys in the van before someone tackled me by surprise and I had no choices but to watch the van getting away with Park inside in an unknown location as I was on the ground holded by the guy who put me on the ground and in a few seconds, I was able to knock him out before I decided to flee....with him thanks to a car I have stolen.

I drove off away from the scene with the unconscious masked french guy on the backseats before the police and more troubles showed up for me. I would have like to get this piece of shit in a isolated place and having my answers but I realized that I have to go back to the safehouse...to the others. I have to tell them what happened and then, I could interrogate this guy and he will give me everything that I need to be able to save Park from Perseus grasp.....I will do everything to save her until the end, no matter what.

After 3 minutes of driving, I was finally arrived at the safehouse but I didn't get out of the car immediately. My thoughts were filled with Park's voice and somehow, I could hear her scream in pain....I could see her getting tortured......I could hear her asking for me to free her, whispering my name. All of that was because I wasn't so fast in my actions....because of me. With these thoughts in head, I was holding the wheel with all my strengh before I started to knock it with the back of my right fist in anger.....It's my fucking fault !.....

When I was done with the wheel, I decided to finally get out of the car, not forgetting to drag the still unconscious the french Perseus agent with me. When I entered the safehouse, everyone was at their workplaces, working,

"Shit !" Mason was the first to see me arriving in the safehouse, seeing my face and the guy I was dragging on the ground. "Yirina, you're alright ?"

"No !" I said, loudly as everyone started to move to get to me, worried....even Adler.

"What the fuck happened ?" Woods asked, confused, his eyes locked on the agent I threw in the middle of the main room.

"Perseus...." I started, trying to have a simple normal breath, to calm myself down for a moment but nothing can be normal for me. "His mens has ambushed us in the way back here, got us in an accident."

"Were you followed ?" Adler stepped in, looking outside to see if there weren't anyone who followed me behind, I shook my head. "Damnit but where did you go with Park ?" He added, curious as he, with Sims, didn't know where we were gone.

"She wanted me to have just a normal moment away from work." I replied, looking down in shame, thinking of Park right now....hearing her screams again. "And then, they took us by surprise."

"Yeah but...." Woods said, awaiting for Park to arrive "Where is she ?"

"She....they took her !" I exclaimed, my voice on the verge on breaking down in front of everybody and destroying everything around me. I could see the shock on everyone's face, hearing this news from me "Those fuckers kidnaped her away from me, I wasn't so fast."

"Fuck." Sims grumbled, his hands around his waist before his eyes were now focused on the slowly awakening Perseus agent on the ground "Who is he ?"

"A Perseus agent who participed to take Park, he allowed his friends to get away with her, tackling me to the ground before I could finally neutralize him." I responded, clenching my fists just by seeing that guy as my face was hurting me, with the multiples cut on it. Adler moved to remove the mask off his face.

"Well, well, well." Adler's eyes went wide open when the face of the french Perseus agent was revealed entirely. "What a pleasant surprise !" He scoffed

"You know him ?" I asked, curious

"That guy....is named Henri Duriot." Sims replied at Adler's place, knowing him too as well as I can see. "Former DGSE agent who became an Perseus agent an year ago !" He said, having a better look on the french, I learned that the DGSE from Park was the new organization in terms of espionage, replacing the old SDECE in 1982, avoiding me to ask that question to them. "He got involved in some Perseus operations against his former co-workers in France."

"What are we gonna do with him ?" Woods crossed his arms above his chest as I can see he was resisting the envy to hit that man with his foot

"He's the only lead we had to get Park back." I proclaimed, passing my left hand throught my hair and my face before I looked at Henri. "Let me interrogate him !" I asked to Adler and knowing me well, he nodded.

"Okay, Sims, get that man in the interrogation room with Woods's help." He ordered, causing Sims & Woods to comply to it, starting to drag Henri in which I suppose to be the interrogation room direction before Adler looked at Mason "Mason, go patch her up in the medical, I'm going to put our next moves on Perseus on hiatus." He then moved to get to his desk as Mason helped me to get to the medical room.

He put me on a chair as he started to get everything he need to treat the wounds I had on my face in a cupboard on my left, looking anxious as I was awaiting for him. He quickly came back to with dressings, wound disinfectant and also bandages as I needed to change the ones I had who were covering my gunshot wound near my kidney. He started to do his things on me as I was blank stare, looking at outside the room....thinking of Park before I closed my eyes, trying to think more...

But I couldn't think of something, troubled by what happened to today, by her screams, by her calling out my name silently and inside of me, the only thing I wanted to do is to cry every tears I've got, hiding somewhere in shame, taking the blame of having let Perseus get his hands on Park and fleeing with her. Maybe, it wasn't my fault but a large part of me is saying that I could have save her from those mens. I opened my eyes again after some minutes as Mason was finally finished and was trying to make me open my eyes.

"Sorry....bad thoughts." I started as he was looking worried, awakening from my head.

"It's okay." He grinned a little as he helped me to get up from the chair.

"No, it's not okay." I exclaimed as I was finally up, looking sad on my face.... How it can be okay, right now ?.... "I saw them, taking her away and I wasn't fast enough to avoid all this shitty situation."

"Don't put the blame on yourself !" He said to me clearly but I was still mixed with that thinking, he helped me to get out of the medical room "It's not your fault."

"I want to think of that." I whispered loudly before I looked away from him in shame "But I can't." I added before Adler decided to come to check on us about the situation and on me.

"Okay." He started, a satellite phone in his hand, looking mixed between satisfaction and a little bit of sadness "Park has became our priority, all of our operations are on hiatus until we have her back." He looked at me, almost rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses "I also called the MI6 : they're given us all the powers to recover Park."

"Anything else ?" I asked, worried

"Well, I think you'll be able to get what you want from Duriot." He said, looking behind me as Woods was coming back from the interrogation room....with a little bit of blood at his lips.

"That french guy is not an amateur !" Woods exclaimed, having his hand covering the part of his face who was in blood "Punched me in the face while I was installing him with Sims."

"Is he calm ?" Mason asked

"Yeap, like a fucking baby." Woods simply replied before he looked at me "I think you can go see him now !" He added before he walked inside the medical room, Mason following him.

I decided to face him after getting healed by Mason. I closed my eyes again and reopening them quick to think about how the interrogation direction will take with me on command and I was sure of something : I wasn't going to play the kind girl with him. I'm sure that I will not keep my calm at all with him. Adler returned back to his office as he needed to make some few calls, leaving me alone to face Duriot and I started to walk to the interrogation room, clenching my fists along the way.

Before I opened the door of that room, I took a deep breath, knowing that I will not go easy on him, having my hand on the door handle and then, with my strengh, I opened the door, finally entering that room. The first thing I saw was Duriot, tied up to a chair, his hands and feets around ropes and next to him,a table with some tools like a wrench, hammer and anything that could hurt him. Sims was keeping an eye on him and even with me here, he decided to stay.

"Sale putain de mes deux !" It was the first words that Duriot said to me in french after I knocked him out with my M1911 and he was still like he was before I got him.

"Ce n'est pas une façon de parler à une dame !" I scoffed, making him raise an eyebrow at hearing me talk in french perfectly before I approached him, arms crossed"Yes, I know french well."

"I'm not going to say a fucking word." He proclaimed, trying to struggle with the ropes that was well wrapped around him, making his moves useless and stupid for him.

"I think you better talk with her, man." Sims intervened, giving him an friendly advice and trying to put an scare in him....he maybe wanted to make him believe that I wasn't so kind at all. "She's not joking at all." He added before he leaned himself against the wall next to him.

"Why did they took her ?" I asked my first question, getting my hands on the chair armrest, facing him with an deadly glare.

"I'm saying nothing." He repeated before he decided to spit me on the face and hopefully, it was just water. I was so angry but at first, I decided to take a wrench that was on the table with my left hand and passing to my other one.

"You're sure ?" I said, putting the wrench on his left little finger, causing him to slowly trying to move his hand but I kept it still, awaiting.

"They said she was just an parasite." He told me with a very passive voice, mixed between been scared and neutral. He looked at me with narrowed eyes and....he didn't respond at all at my question, so I decided to activate the wrench, causing it to crush brutally his little finger and him to scream

"Tu veux que je continue ? Il t'en reste encore neuf !" I shouted in french, still holding the wrench that I put on his annular before he looked at my panicked,

"Aaaww....they want revenge on her !" He replied in pain after I broke his little finger.

"Which revenge ?" I questioned him but he was responding, causing me to crush his left annular and him to scream again in pain. "Huit !" I added, saying that I can continue more with the wrench.

"For everything she has done for the past 3 years, she has been the main reason along with Russell Adler to have put down Perseus operations." He admitted, allowing me to remove the wrench from my hand and putting it back on the table before I put my hand back on him, wanting to know more.

"Where did they took her ?" I said, firmly

"I don't know." He whispered to me, looking down. He was taking for a stupid woman because I heard him tell his friends that he will meet them back at the meeting point.

"Tell me, please." I almost pleaded with him, trying to stay brutal and calm but he didn't say anything new to me and Sims,

"I don't know." He repeated again, causing me to close my eyes as I could feel the brutality and the rage taking over me before suddenly, I made the chair fall back behind with my hands in an moment of full anger. I got on top of him, crushing his chest before I put my hands on his face, holding him brutally.

"Tell me !" I yelled as I decided to put my two thumbs above his eyes....slowly starting to crush them as he started screaming like never before,

"Tempelhof Airport ! Tempelhof Airport !" He finally cracked, almost crying and causing me to stop in my anger.

"Impossible." Sims intervened, sounding stunned to hear that "The US Army is controlling the airport and using it a lot."

"They have contact with an officer, he's allowing them to use the airport as a front." Duriot said, catching his breath as I was slowly getting up, recovering from that rage that possessed me. "They're going to transfer her tonight out of West-Berlin to bring her in the Soviet Union."

"Tonight ?" I whispered and he nodded

"Perseus wanted her to be rapidly sent to him." He responded as Sims was getting him back to normal, redressing his chair,

"I think you can tell Adler that, gonna keep an eye on him." Sims exclaimed, giving me a little tap on the shoulder before I started to walk away,

"He....he said that he made a mistake with her !" I heard Duriot's voice, talking to me and I turned around, curious.

"Which mistake ?" I asked, getting back in front of him

"He let her live instead of finishing her when she was at his grasp 3 years ago." He replied, looking on the ground, not wanting to see my face and to be hurt.

"What does that mean ?" I continued, getting more curious about it

"In September 1981, she was captured by Perseus men in North Korea after an CIA operation." He said, causing me to have a full feeling of shock and been lost.... "I heard that....she was tortured for months and that Perseus himself talked to her but instead of killing her, he only decided to humiliate her." At this revelation, I looked at Sims who were having his eyes away from me....did they hide this from me ?

"What did he do ?" I asked

"He....he branded her as an traitor to the MI6...to everyone before releasing her in a prisoner exchange in 1982 but she managed somehow to clear her name." He breathed a lot and I realized why Park wasn't so willing to talk about that year. "That's all I know about what happened to her." I closed my eyes again, taking a deep breath before I removed myself from him

"Keep an eye on him, I think I need some explanations from someone." I ordered to Sims before I decided to leave the room, leaving him with Duriot as I was getting more angry about been hidden that part of the story from the others.

I arrived in the main room, clenching my fists again like I did before I enter the interrogation room. I thought that my rage will go away but asking questions to Duriot and having those answers didn't calm at all : Park was still in danger, going to be transferred tonight in the USSR in an unknown place. I saw Adler leaned against his desk as Woods & Mason were near him, awaiting for me to come back.

"So, what did Duriot said ?" Adler was the first to ask me that question.

"Perseus is going to have Park brought to him in the Soviet Union tonight by the Tempelhof Airport." I replied, slowly walking towards the group, my fists still clenched, keeping my anger away for the moment. "An US Army officer allowed Perseus to use the airport as an front for their operations."

"And another US officer in Perseus pocket !" Woods exclaimed, rolling his eyes by hearing this from me.

"At least, we know now where is Park, I'm pretty sure that nothing bad will happen." Adler affirmed as I was looking down at my feets, my eyes closed, realizing that only bad thins has happened to Park.

"September 1981..." I started, whispering in a low voice, enough to be heard from them "What happened in North Korea ?" I asked

"What ?" Adler was confused to hear that and by an second, I decided to throw an punch at him without any hesitation at all, causing him to fall back on his desk and I was going to continue until Mason & Woods stopped.

"What happened to Park in September 1981 in North Korea ?" I repeated myself, holded by Mason & Woods as Adler was holding his jaw of his face, given the punch I did to him.

"Yirina, you better don't want to know..." Mason said, trying to control me with Woods

"I want to know !" I shouted to him in anger. "Why did you hide this from me ?"

"I thought that she told you that." Woods intervened, confused that I ask about that subject and by their voices, it was something really bad to tell. Adler moved, gesturing to Woods & Mason to release me, thinking that he would have like to give me a punch in retribution but nothing at all like this happen.

"We were asked to neutralize an rogue North Korean officer that was linked to Perseus and that's what we did but...." Adler started to tell that story before he cut himself to hold his face. I was staying calm during his story. "But at the end of the operation as Park was fighting the officer on top of a train, she was mistakely shot off by one of us as we were in an helicopter, causing her to fall off the train, the officer was killed too."

"What ? How is that possible ?" I exclaimed, shocked and confused to hear that "Who shot her ?" I then see Woods getting bad, looking away....realizing that he was the one who did this "No...." I breathed

"This officer....he moved at the last moment before I shot.....I hit her in the right shoulder...." He bit his lips, looking down in shame "I'm still feeling guilty about this." He looked at me, an sorry look on his face "I'm sorry."

"But how did she end up in Perseus hand ?" I asked, trying to change the subject and not wanting to get my anger on Woods

"We wanted to save her but Perseus mens arrived more faster than us, causing us to flee." Mason replied, making the sames moves as Woods.

"After that, she was taken in a North Korean prison where she was tortured for almost a year...." Adler continued. "We weren't able to make a rescue operation because of Hudson, stating that she has broke down and that she wasn't worth the save." Hudson....a name I didn't hear for 3 years....and indeed, he's still the asshole I knew,

"But....the MI6 ?" I whispered to myself

"Same thing because they believed that she has failed on her own will by torture some peace talks between the two Koreas." Adler responded, taking a deep breath "She was finally freed by an prisoner exchange in July 1982, she was mainly affected physically and psychologically by those longs months."

"We helped her to clear her name but she was still touched by what happened : she was very distant and no one could have touch her physically." Mason added, looking and sounding worried.

"She still has some flashbacks of it some nights and even if she managed to get over it, it's still around." Woods also added before looking at the dashboard. "She's very uncomfortable about this....and now Perseus want to finish the job he has started."

"I'm not going to let this happen !" I admitted to them, getting my hands on my waist trying to think of a plan. "We have to save her tonight before she's away, Duriot can help us with that."

"Exactly, he will led us to their little meeting point and then, we can save Park from them." Mason exclaimed, approving my idea.

"Yeah but he will have to bring an big excuse to them and someone closely will have to make sure he play along our plan." I said, realizing that even under fear, he could tell them what really happened and foil our plan. "He'll need a prisoner....." I started before I turned around, not facing them at all to think, clearly before I finally get my eyes on them again.....

"And that would be me !"

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