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WORTH THE RISK | tasm!peter parker

PART 1/5 OF WORTH: THE SERIES.

PAIRING: tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

WORD COUNT: 3.3k

SUMMARY: there's a new threat in town and spider-man has found himself falling for his roommate. after what happened with gwen, he must decide if it's worth the risk yet again.

WARNINGS: depictions of death, depression, grieving, cursing, and canon-typical injuries. let me know if i missed any warnings. [⚠︎︎RATING: 17+]

AUTHOR'S NOTE: some characters may be ooc. there are a lot of flashbacks-current time switching. you can criticize my writing, but please be nice.

DESTINATION: Angst Avenue | GO TO SERIES MASTERLIST or GO BACK TO THE STATION.

There was trouble looming around town. Peter Parker felt it. He felt it by the way the hair on his body stood up. He felt it by the way the nerves in his body alerted him. He felt it by the way the wind changed its demeanor as he swung through his beloved New York City.

Aside from the common thefts committed by robbers and the fights brought upon by different gangs, crimes in New York City were almost quiet to him. For a couple of years, there was no big threat that needed Spider-Man’s help.

As the friendly neighborhood hero, of course, he still offered his assistance but the police assured him that they can handle them on their own. He appreciated the thought but his love for the city weighed more than the thought of a much-needed rest. He did not like what the police had insisted. Him not saving New York City? Nope. Not gonna happen. Never.

He could still remember the conversation clearly.

"It's not gonna happen. I'm gonna help you," he told them. To which an officer named Carlos replied: "As much as we appreciate you and your assistance, please let us do our job. The people now trust you more than us, which makes a lot of sense because you have saved so many of us, but our reputation for being able of saving them has got to be back on track."

"So what, you don't want me anymore? You know you can't stop me from helping people, right?"

The middle-aged police nodded. "But you gotta understand, Spidey, what's happening now is that the people call you for help first instead of us. If you keep responding to those calls, there may not be a job left for us anymore. Who are we going to save if you already saved them first?"

Peter understood, as he always did. But the mere thought of not doing anything for the city—his city—got him feeling uneasy.

"But–" he started to reason with him but another officer, this time a red-haired british woman named Charlene, raised her hand to stop him from talking any further.

"How about this..." Charlene started. "In the meantime, put your suit down and rest from all of this crime-fighting stuff and let us handle it. And then when there comes a big threat that needs your help, the first thing we'll do is call you."

Carlos agreed, nodding as he went beside Charlene to hold her hand. So they're a married couple, Peter thought.

"Well, can I at least do a little saving and patrol the city every once in a while?" he asked.

The police couple looked at each other before looking back at him. "Fine," Carlos replied. "We can work with that," Charlene continued.

Peter smiled. "Okay cool. We have a deal then."

It has been two years and what Peter has named the "big threat, big help" call has not been made. Which he thought should be a good thing, right? Because it would mean that his beloved city was safe from being destroyed any sooner.

However, as he currently swung through the city for what he deemed was just a little night patrol, something was off and he knew it. He wasn't even finished patrolling the entire city. There were still a lot of places he has not yet checked tonight. He smelled trouble and the ringing from his phone with the police's name as the caller confirmed it.

He stopped at a rooftop of a random building before he answered. "What's going on?" he asked.

"We need your help," Carlos stated, his latino accent laced with fear. "There's been reports of multiple houses being broken into for the past 15 minutes. 1 person has already died and 6 are badly injured and on their way to the hospital. Given the short amount of time and the fact that the houses are beside each other, we believe they all have the same culprit."

"Do you know what this person looks like?"

"The victims are too traumatized to speak, we couldn't get any information out of them. We're now looking at the city cameras–holy shit."

"What?"

"This isn't just a normal person, Spidey. He's green and he looks like a scorpion."

Peter knew he should think about the injured people.

Peter knew he should think about the poor person who has unfortunately died.

Peter knew he should think about the green scorpion-looking criminal.

But the first person he thought about, was you.

The past couple of years for Peter were eventful, to say the least.

After all, after Gwen's tragic death, nothing was the same anymore.

Was it a bad thing or a good thing? Maybe both? He didn't know.

First was the sleepless nights. Every single time he would close his eyes, images of Gwen free falling to her demise plagued his thoughts. It terrified him—how Gwen's eyes reflected acceptance as she looked at him for the last time. Even in her last moments, she understood... and she accepted. It scared him how she embraced death like a long-lost family member.

Peter knew Gwen didn't want him to blame himself. But he couldn't help it, could he? He was given these abilities... to help people, to heal people, to save people... and yet he couldn't save the person he treasured the most. He couldn't save her.

And even then, at the moments where rest finally found its way to his eyes and body, it would be tormented with nightmares. Rest, for him, was never an option.

Second was the loss of interest. Things that brought him joy before and hobbies that he used to enjoy, he didn't care about them anymore. He was simply uninterested.

Sure, Aunt May had been there for him every step of the way, but even she cannot bring him back to feel anymore. He appreciated his aunt for even trying.

Now came the third and hardest part. As if the pain he was in wasn't enough for the gods above to take pity on him—two months after Gwen's demise, Aunt May passed away.

Peter felt horrible. His last two months with her were him being unresponsive. Aunt May had reached out for him but he didn't meet her halfway. She tried so hard to help him, and in some ways she did, but he was too caught up in his own hurt and pain that it did not occur to him that she was also hurting for her nephew. For him.

Now instead of visiting a grave, he had to visit two.

He was in ruins. Everyone he loved the most was gone and he was left to himself. He had no faith. No hope. No everything. None.

Until you came.

He was visiting Gwen for her first death anniversary. Peter couldn't believe it—one whole year since he lost her. Where did time even go?

It was just like the usual, he would sit in front of her grave, talking to her as if she was still living. He would update her on what was happening in his life—a common thing he would do to his aunt's grave as well.

That was when he heard you loudly sniffing from behind his back. Initially, he planned to ignore it to give you some privacy. But the sniffing got louder and your breathing got even slower. He decided to cut his conversation short with Gwen's tombstone, he could do that any other day. You clearly needed comfort, and while he was not obliged to give it to you, something inside him screamed that he should. He sat up from his position and made his way to you.

What he saw was a heartbreaking sight. You sat across the stone, arms desperately clinging to your knees for comfort. You were aware of the new presence beside you, but you couldn't stop crying. It was all just too much. You had just lost your father last year, and now just a month ago, you lost your mother too. You had no siblings or pets, and your friends were on the other side of the world, too busy to visit or even check up on you. You were alone.

Peter crouched down beside you, trying to meet your eyes. And when he finally did, his heart shattered into pieces. You caught his gaze. "I–I'm sorry–" you sniffed. "It's umm... it's my mom's birthday," you pointed at the tombstone in front of you. "Sh–she died a month ago."

That was it. Your broken voice pulled a string in his heart that made him soft for you. He didn't know what gave him the courage, but he sat down from his position beside you and hugged you tightly.

You were surprised at first but appreciated the comfort. The last time someone hugged you was by your mother on her death bed. For the last month, you lasted on your own. No human interactions except the little greetings you exchanged with the people you passed on the street and the people at work. There were only four places your world consisted of: your house, your workplace, the cemetery, and the grocery store.

You clung to his body as if your life depended on it, and maybe in some ways, it actually did. "It's going to be okay," he whispered. "We're gonna get through this together."

We. Together.

Funny how you just met this man and he cared more for you than the people you called your friends. There was something about him that radiated comfort and protection. You knew you should be embarrassed by yourself, you were a broken mess. You probably looked crazy with your hair all tangled and your face streaked with tears that you were sure just messed up his jacket. But you didn't care, you needed him. And unbeknownst to both of you, he needed you just the same.

That night ended with Peter bringing you to his favorite coffee shop. He treated your coffee as you talked about your life and he talked about his.

You learned that it was his past girlfriend who he was visiting at the cemetery. He told you that it was her first death anniversary to which you replied: "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize," he raised the palm of his hand playfully. "It's not like you killed her or anything." he joked.

You laughed with him before moving on to a new topic. You told him about your parents, how your father died from a car crash years ago and how your mother died because of cancer. Was it too early to tell him the heaviest life issues you mostly kept to yourself? You didn't know. But you were at ease when you were in his presence. Maybe that's why you couldn't stop talking the moment he started the conversation.

He told you about his aunt as well. Who died so suddenly after merely two months of his girlfriend's passing. You were so easy to talk to. He almost told you everything about him. Almost. There was a reason why he left out the reason behind Gwen's death—you didn't need to know about the double life he's living. So he left out everything that related to the web-slinging hero.

You were so caught up with each other that it didn't even occur to both of you that two hours have passed until a staff went to your table to inform you that the shop was closing.

You and Peter left the shop afterwards. He insisted to walk you home since it was pretty late at night and he knew just how the night wasn't safe for people, especially for women. You agreed, mentioning that the house was actually your family's but since your parents had died, it was all yours now.

"We're here," you informed him. "So... uh–" you looked down as you played with your fingers. Peter looked at you the entire time.

You met his eyes. "Thank you. For everything. I–I hope this isn't the last time we'll see each other."

"Of course," he smiled.

You hugged him. How the hell did that even happen? You had no idea. You practically just ran to his arms and hugged him. Peter didn't mind though. And if he was being honest, he enjoyed hugging you as well. "See you soon," he added. He didn't leave until you were inside and waved at him from the window.

Maybe this is why the world brought the two of you together. Two broken people who needed healing, ready to heal each other.

His visits became a weekly thing. Every Saturday, he would visit you and you would go to his—and now your own as well—favorite coffee shop. One time you mentioned that you were thinking of moving to a new apartment, the memories that came with your family house were becoming too much to bear. You needed time away from it in order to fully move on. Besides, it was getting lonely. Having a roommate would also be nice. When he asked you what would happen to your house, you told him that you would still visit it once in a while to clean and maintain it.

Peter, like the absolute genius that he was, had an idea.

"What if you move in with me?" he mused.

Your eyes widened by the sudden offer. You looked at him as he stared at you waiting for your answer.

"Be roommates with me?" he asked once again.

You thought hard about the idea.

Peter needed a new start and you needed company. This was shooting two birds with one stone. There was no need for choosing. The choice was already obvious.

You smirked, putting your hand out for him to shake. "Deal."

Before Peter took his way to the police station, he made sure to swing by the apartment the two of you shared to check on you.

You were on the couch sleeping while The Notebook was paused on the television. Tonight was movie night. A tradition you both made to follow every Thursday. An hour ago, he was just cuddling you while watching the film. It was peaceful...

Until he sensed something off.

He couldn't just leave you there, but he also couldn't ignore the nagging trouble he was sensing.

He had to at least swing by the city and check.

He didn't know what to do.

He had to find an excuse, and he had to do it quick.

Luckily, you did it for him.

"You know, for some reason, I'm really craving for some donuts right now," you blurted out.

Peter immediately agreed. "You know what? Let me buy some. I promise I'll be back before you know it," he stood up quickly. "And hey–" he jokingly pointed a finger. "Don't you dare finish the movie without me."

"Noted," you chuckled, grabbing the remote and pausing the film.

He went back to his bedroom to get his backpack before leaving the apartment, smiling as he closed the door.

You had no idea what he needed his backpack for when he was just going to buy some donuts, but you paid it no mind. He probably just wasn't used to getting out without the bag on his back.

Peter, clad in his Spider-Man suit, observed you from afar.

You looked so peaceful in contrast to the chaos that was currently happening outside. And even in moments of deep slumber, you still looked so beautiful.

He realized you fell asleep waiting on him.

He had promised to be back soon. Yet another promise he had to break.

He felt guilty, but it must be done.

There was no time, Peter reminded himself. And so he continued his way to the police station with one thing on his mind.

He needed to protect you.

"Oh thank God, you're here," Charlene breathed in relief. "Here–look at this," she gestured for him to follow her into the room where the city cameras resided. She pointed at one of the screens. "This is what he looks like."

"Do we know where he is now? I could swing through the city and find him." Peter insisted.

"No, we need you here," she replied.

"No offense, but I don't think I should be in here right now. He could still be out there."

"That's the thing–he's gone," Charlene admitted. She nodded at Carlos who just entered the room.

"What?"

"We already sent all our teams. They say he's gone."

"It's like he just disappeared," Carlos commented.

Peter thought hard about what was happening. "No," he gritted his teeth. "He wanted attention. My attention. And he wreaked havoc just to get it."

"But why?" Carlos asked.

Charlene answered for him. "To create chaos. Come to think of it, for the last two years, there was no big threat to the city. Even Spider-Man..." she glanced at Peter. "Laid low."

Peter agreed. "Some people hate the quiet. And they would do everything to bring back the noise and destruction again."

"What will we do now?" Charlene looked at him, waiting for an order as more officers came into the room.

"I'll do patrols as I always do, but this time every day and night. You check the cameras at all times and install some more around the city. Continue sending your teams to patrol as well. Inform the medical facilities—tell them to prepare for a possible surge of injured people. Don't lack on communication, inform and update each other, and..."

Peter looked around the people in the room. "If you see anything suspicious, you know how to call me."

Peter left without another word. The situation was more dangerous than he thought and he planned to get to you as fast as possible. He made a promise to himself that he will keep you safe no matter what it takes.

He found himself knocking on your shared apartment’s window. He saw you slowly stand up from the couch, lazily wiping the sleep off of yourself.

You were confused for a moment, wondering who could be knocking at your apartment at this time—it was coming from the window too.

Surprised would be an understatement for your reaction when you opened up the curtains and saw the Spider-Man in your window. With wide eyes and an open mouth you had to close, you opened the window and let the hero inside.

"Wha—" you stuttered.

"Watch the news," he ordered.

You were confused but nonetheless followed his order. He sounded serious. And when Spider-Man was giving you orders in your living room, you gotta follow them.

"Just an hour ago, a green scorpion-looking identity was reported breaking into multiple houses causing a casualty and 6 badly injured people. We have no report as to where he is right now but the police and Spider-Man are currently in the process of capturing the criminal. Be careful out there, and wish our protectors luck," the reporter informed.

You were fully awake at this point. Not knowing what to do, you looked over the hero who was already looking at you.

Suddenly, you remembered Peter. Surely, it wouldn't take that long to buy some donuts? He was not yet back. And with a killer on the loose, you were getting more worried each passing second.

"Oh god, m-my friend–he's still out there," you started shaking and pacing.

"Peter," Spider-Man replied. You immediately stopped pacing and looked at him so fast you thought it would break your neck. "You know him? Peter?" you asked with hope.

He noticed the worry that hugged your face. He wanted to hug you, tell you that he's Peter and that he loves you when he remembered a promise he made.

To protect you.

Two graves were enough.

Trouble was attached to him. Wherever he went, it followed him.

No matter what it takes.

It was now or never.

So he did what he thought was best to protect you.

"Peter Parker is dead."

He pretended he was dead.

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amethystamanda · 6 months

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New save time

Yeah, I can't stick with a save. Aliens aren't being deleted, I'll go back to them sometime (I think), but the others I don't know about.

Anyway:

Meet Philip Blackmore, a 54-year-old fisherman from Bristol, England in the 1600s. He's travelled back and forth to Newfoundland every year for several years now. He has a house he lives in while he's there (assuming it's left standing when he arrives in the spring), and in the fall he returns home to his wife and family.

When he returned home in the fall of 1629, it was to find that his wife had recently died, leaving him with their one remaining unmarried child, Hannah, 18.

He decided to travel to Newfoundland permanently with her and officially become a planter (one who owns and runs a fishing plantation). Over the winter, he decided on a fitting young man, strong and willing and a hard worker from a solid background, to bring with him as his fishing servant. His plan, if all goes well, is to marry this young man, William Russell, to his daughter, and have him as his heir in the New Founde Land, as none of his sons want any part of it.

Of course, he hasn't told them that. No point in borrowing trouble if things work out, or in rushing things if they do.

This is a 4-days-per-year decades, not a 1-heir-per-decade decades. I made the days complicated, because I'm terrible at sticking to 4 day years, but now they're too complicated for if I want to switch to 3 day years, which I'm a bit better at.

CC is a bit weird. A bit of medieval, a bit of 1800s (because fashion is cyclical and trends come back around). Some things, I just can't use, because Newfoundland was an isolated island across the ocean from where it was. I'm using blowtorch by @simverses and so far I like it, except for using TOOL to fill in the giant hole left by the lighthouse on the island in Brindleton, where they're going to live for a while.

Rules doc in progress: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1P1fTdY0rX1WQxvIXp7FgRHDP4LRLlTvr5uyi4PrUCIM/edit?usp=sharing

Spreadsheet: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1Yh2Il_OsJtQm89ZMg9LUiAQRApLO_dnpFbIoeiBx9jk/edit?usp=sharing

#newfoundland decades #sims 4 decades challenge #sims 4 historical #1600s #1630s #sims 4 legacy #gen 0 #1 #gameplay

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theyanderespecialist · 6 months

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Byakuya's Runaway Bride (Scenario) Yandere Byakuya X Female Ichigo (Bleach)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am here with a new chapter! This one is a request for a female Ichigo trying to escape from yandere Byakuya! Anyway I hope that you all enjoy this chapter here, Muffins!]

(Disclaimer: Byakuya Kuchiki is not Yandere in canon. This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all! Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Same with shipping Characters as well! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon!

Disclaimer: Byuakuay and Ichigo are not a canon couple and Ichigo is not female in canon! Again this is just for fun and not to be taken seriously.)

(No One's POV)

Ichigo slipped out from his arms. Getting something for his drink to make him fall into a deep sleep was difficult. Ichigo had saved Rukia yes, but after she did. Byakuya had become obsessed with her. He needed her in his life. She could not stand it, to be honest. Soon 1 year ago. He had kidnapped her from her home. She rarely saw Rukia now, as Rukia was ordered not to see her. She has not seen her friends or family.

He told her in one month they would be getting married. She could not, and would not marry him. She stands to her feet and slips out. Walking to his office. She needs to get her Zanpaktou before she leaves, she will not leave it with him. He has a spirit energy suppressor on her neck. A collar. To show that she belongs to him.

She places her hand on her neck. The collar pissed her off greatly. It was one of the main reasons she could not leave for so long. She opens his office and then goes to the cabinet. She takes her bobby pin and starts to pick the lock. Slowly she worked and finally, the click could be heard. She unlocked the cabinet and took her large Zanpaktou. She had Zangetsu back. She will be able to leave finally.

She does not even worry about day clothes or shoes. She just grabs her blade and runs out of the manor. She climbed over the way when suddenly the security bell of the manner started to go off. Shit! She jumped into the alleyway and started to run. Then she felt it.

Byakuya is awake and his spirit energy tells her that he is VERY Angry!

She needed to find a captain! Anyone that will help her. Of course, she does not know the layout of the Soul Society and it is pitch black! She quickly ended up in a dead in and then his voice made her blood run cold.

(Byakuya's POV)

I stood behind, my darling fiance as she caught her breath. I was angry, of course, I would be. She drugged me. But, I was also worried. She went out at night alone. She could have been hurt! Or worse she could have been taken away from me.

"Ichigo, Darling," I say and she tenses.

She knows that she has been caught, and she has nowhere to run.

She turns around slowly and she does not meet my eyes. "Ichigo. Come here, your feet are dirty and you are cold." I state blankly. "Let's go home and I can run you a bath."

"No!" She shouts and lifts her blade, ready to fight. "I rather die!"

I sighed, she gave me no choice. I use my kidou, something she was never good at. It ended up knocking her out and I caught her in my arms. I will need to keep her zanpoktou somewhere else. I will also have to chain her down or start drugging her when we go to bed. These are things I wanted to avoid doing. But My Darling, Ichigo, she has given me no choice. She will learn to love me someday but until that day. I have no choice.

I flash step home and remove her clothes. She is truly beautiful. My Darling Ichigo. My fiance. And Soon, my wife~

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another one done! I hope you all enjoyed and, stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]

(If you could see anyone with Female Ichigo from bleach who would it be?)

#yandere #yandere byakuya #yandere byakuya kuchiki #yandere bleach #yandere scenarios #scenarios #bleach #bleach byakuya #byakuya #byakuya kuchiki #byakuya kuchiki x ichigo kurosaki #byakuya x female ichigo #female ichigo #female ichigo kurosaki #genderbent #ichigo #ichigo kurosaki

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theerrorofmylife · 1 year

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Heyy, i really like your work and I would love to request something. Maybe some headcannons for a healer (fem) who is Gandalfs apprentice and thorin falling in love with her on the quest <3 she is really insecure and shy (maybe she could be a bit chubby) but very powerful and saves thorin from the dead? (if you like she could have curly brown hair like me if that's okay) i wish you a happy new year <3

Hey hey, I’m so glad you like my stuff, and I’d be more than happy to do this. I will admit a few things upfront 1- I got a tad (really) carried away and this is the shorter version 2- I meant to have this to you 2 days ago and that did it happen, sorry 3-I love this idea so much, especially since I relate waaay to much to it. Enjoy :) -Error

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Being Gandalf’s apprentice in the art of healing is an adventure in and of itself.

He loves to teach, and you couldn’t be more happy to learn.

However, it’s not easy to talk to people, it’s not easy to do things on your own with a damned voice in the back of your head telling you you’re doing things wrong.

It’s a lot, to be fair, and being unsure is… completely natural… but it haunts you. It bothers you deeply, because you don’t know if your good, you don’t know if you’re truly doing the right thing, and that’s terrifying, ok?!

Gandalf is aware of this, and when the conversation arose he only smiled that kind smile of his and reassured you that he’d always be there to help.

That didn’t really work, but it was nice of him to try.

The day he set out to gather The Company of Thorin Oakenshield, he asked if you would like to join him. He said there would be dangers beyond imagine, great perils, and at the end a dragon that would most undoubtedly try to kill all of us.

You said yes, voicing only mild concerns and complaining very rarely about the prospect of death. You didn’t stop until you reached Hobbiton that night.

Meeting Thorin was… interesting.

You never felt more terrified in your life.

You weren’t by any means attractive in the dwarven aesthetic, which was to say your nose and ears weren’t out of proportion, and you certainly couldn’t grow a beard.

However, you weren’t thin either. It’s been said before that men love the skinny, quill-thin girls, and that always bothered you because… well who was quill-thin anyways?! But it bothered you nonetheless, and upon meeting Thorin, this became 10x worse.

Everything that ever bothered you about yourself felt they had a great big sign on them.

You were too large, your curls were brown, not red like the dwarves' preferred, you had no beard, and you felt you had no desirable features…

According to you, that is.

If I were to say the Thorin couldn’t look away from you, that would be a lie.

The moment Thorin saw you, he found you to be the most beautiful person in the hobbit hole, and immediately began assessing who else out of the unmarried dwarves was interested.

He decided fairly quickly that he had no competition, and made a quick plan with Balin in order to woo, court, and eventually, hopefully, marry you.

Yeah, he planned that far ahead. Mans smitten.

He spends hours speaking with you, succeeding only twice in making you laugh. You were shy, he could tell, and he refused to be disheartened by it. Every chance he got he’d try to very subtly and politely start conversation.

However, over the course of the beginning of their quest he began to notice things, like how you would dress to hide your curves, or how you would stutter out decisions before going back on them, changing you mind multiple times as if unsure. And you rarely spoke to anyone without having a very distinct reason to.

He took this into account, pulled Balin aside, and recreated his plan to be a bit more… direct.

First it was the flowers. Little ones he’d hand to you as you tracked through the forest. You at first thought it was sweet but it became more frequent, and your book was running out of room to press them.

Then it was the sword. Not an ideal gift but practical, all things considered. You could fight, technically speaking, but these weren’t minor tussles, and the road would only get more dangerous. So he picked out a beautiful blade from the troll cave, and presented it as a gift to you.

Let’s be honest here, you’re not dumb, you were well aware of most customs, so it was not without care that you accepted the gift.

This had its perks… and its difficulties.

On one hand, it was nice to know Thorin was not only attracted to you, but eager to court you; on the other, every single negative thought you’d ever had about yourself became like a plague.

You couldn’t figure it out: by dwarven standards you weren’t attractive. And you did feel good for much else besides healing.

These thoughts began so little but they grew and grew.

Rivendell was beautiful, if you had been paying attention. Turns out, it is very possible to make yourself dizzy with terrible thoughts.

It wouldn’t be till you were all sitting in a cave, having just dodged rock giants, when he would bring it up.

He’d gotten a little cut on his forehead from saving Bilbo, and you sat beside him, carefully cleaning it.

Asking was the hard part for Thorin, he truly had no idea how to approach his theory. Wording was key here and… he’ll admit that’s not his strong suit.

So when he finally asked, slowly, word by word, you kind of froze. You had hoped he wouldn’t notice, hoped it wasn’t too obvious that you were struggling.

There’s a lot of stuttering, trying to answer with honesty while also not… honesty…

When things finally become clear, Thorin is shocked and a little amused. He couldn’t believe it, how could you not see that out of everything that’s happened that you are the only thing on his mind.

He lists everything he loves about you. Your eyes, your hair, your figure, your drive, your sweetness, your love of learning, everything. He makes a point to mention that dwarven aesthetics be damned because he thought you were perfect.

I think he realized that just saying these things doesn’t do much without convincing.

And Thorin is definitely a go big or go home kind of guy.

Sitting together every night, different compliments every other day (not every day, Balin said that might overwhelm you), and he continued to give you little flowers every chance he got. And it helped, it really did.

Things became more difficult the closer you got to mountain. And you understood why; Azog was hot on your trail, and the idea of dealing with Smaug was beginning to bother everyone.

Kili was injured during the escape from Mirkwood and, even though you hated it, you stayed back to help him. You could tell Thorin hated it too but they were out of time.

When you finally arrived at the mountain, the man that greeted you… wasn’t Thorin. Not your Thorin, anyways. Balin called it Dragon Sickness… a sickness of the mind.

(Bit of a time skip cause I’m sick)

Somewhere during the battle you lost sight of him. When Gandalf points you to the towers… your heart drops. Of course that stubborn man would go up there without telling you.

You did in fact chase after him, but… you didn’t get there in time.

Azog was dead and Thorin was nearly the same.

Kneeling over him, you set you palms against the wound, hoping to every god that you weren’t too late. Focusing, you felt the tug against your hand, like gravity pulling harder. You were muttering old elvish, old maiar, anything and everything. The pull grew stronger, a heaviness spreading to your wrists, then forearms, then shoulders, the effort to remain upright becoming great.

But it was worth it when his breathing was normal and his wound was fully healed. Within the hour his eyes were open and he was walking and talking like normal. Gandalf called it a miracle. And when Bilbo told him of the wounds' severity… he was highly suspicious of your power. However, today was a victory and he would leave it at that. Never mind that you definitely should NOT have been able to heal that. And you definitely should NOT have been able to save Thorin’s nephews who were most definitely very dead. But he’d talk to you about that later.

#thorin x y/n #thorin oakenshield #thorin son of thrain #the hobbit thorin #thorin headcanons #thorin #thorin x reader #Thorin being wonderful #We love this man

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BBIEAL SU AU pt 1:

Baldi/Emerald:

Baldi is an emerald, and he used to work for yellow diamond until the war started, and he made a team of a few other rebel gems. They all made up fake names for themselves. (I will tell you the reasons and meanings for their fake names later)

He started the team because he was tired of getting bossed around by a diamond and wanted to have a normal life without a diamond controlling him. His team was also allies with the crystal gems. After the war ended him and his team relaxed for the next few thousand years until they heard that Steven (Steven was 13 at this time) was trying to save the world. (This would be set in like season 3)

Baldi and his team were sometimes helping the crystal gems until su future, when they quit battling.

Mr. Thing/Holly Blue Agate:

Mr. Thing is a Holly Blue Agate, and just like Baldi, he used to work for a diamond blue diamond in specific but then rebelled and started working for Baldi's team. He is the second in command in the team and would usually be more cautious of anyone not in the team.

Mr. Thing was very cautious when Lex first decided to help, and he would make sure she didn't try to shatter anyone, but then he became less cautious when he knew she was actually helping with them. He usually plays chess with the other team members (mostly Mrs. Pomp).

Mrs. Pomp:

Mrs. Pomp is a rose quartz and obviously used to work for pink. She then Rebeled and joined the team.

Mrs. Pomp is the healer of the team since she is a rose quartz. Mrs. Pomp is very sweet unless you anger her, and she has a really bad temper when angered.

Dr. Reflex:

Dr. Reflex is a Jasper and used to work for pink just like Mrs. Pomp. Just like everyone else, he rebelled and joined baldi's team. He is the fighter, and in the last season, when he gets uncorrupted, Bismuth gives him the doctors hammer thing because he looks like a doctor with his new outfit.

He was in the war and became corrupted in a fight. In season 3, he first met Lex while she was sleeping in an Amythest kindergarten. He couldn't talk because he's corrupted and his teammates weren't around. So he woke her up, and then he fell in love with her but would never show It until he became uncorrupted in the last season.

Lex:

Lex is just a normal human, and she later joined the team in season 3. When she first met Dr. Reflex, she was scared of him but thought he was adorable a minute later. And she didn't fall in love with him until he became uncorrupted.

Lex is the detective of the team and would spot any clues out. Only being in the team for a few months, they quickly got used to her, and she would play chess with Mr. Thing.

Later in su future, she got married to Dr. Reflex since they have been together for a few years.

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Extra:

How they got their nicknames (ps this is not from the characters' perspective):

Baldi: Because Mr. Thing would joke about it since he's almost bald.

Mr. Thing: He thought it sounded cool and formal.

Dr. Reflex: He saw it in a poster in a small town and thought it sounded cool.

Mrs. Pomp: Because one of her human friends was named that.

(also yes i acted like they were in the show (because i said what seasons something happens to them in) so its easier for me to tell you guys when they appear or what happens to them)

#fandom #ibis paint art #art #baldis basics #baldis basics in education and learning #bbieal #baldis basics oc #oc #baldi #the principal of the thing #mrs pomp #dr reflex #steven universe au #steven universe #au

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obsessedftshit · 2 months

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Young Justice S2 Ep4 Part 1

I loved how we finally were shown Roy and what happened to him during the 5 years.

Nah cause when I saw him, I screamed but then I also got worried cause his legs were skinny and he looked well like shit.

Ngl him falling was embarrassing.

The fact that Arrow saw as well has me dying but obviously this is a serious scene.

I loved how everyone came to help him get back on the right path. They don't want him to suffer anymore.

But you know what I do love about him, is the fact that he can't move on from trying to find the real Roy. Obviously, he's looking for him cause he feels bad for taking his life technically but he also wants to save him from wherever he is. I like how dedicated he is but I feel bad because he can't move on like the others. But I know the real Roy is alive, he has to be so it's good he hasn't given up. However, I also want him to make himself a new name. Start fresh so he can stop hurting.

Black Canary is actually so fine. Marry me 😩.

The way she pulled him ahhhh Oliver, stay away from my wife.

When Chesire showed up I gasped but the way Roy barely reacted as if she wasn't a threat had me thinking....

THEY WERE TOGETHER. I TOLD U GUYS. I SAID THAT THEY HAVE CHEMISTRY AND I CAN SEE IT GROWING. THE ENEMIES TO LOVERS TROPE HAPPENED. AHHHH IM SO SMART. BUT NAH I'M SO HAPPY I WAS RIGHT BUT ALSO THE FACT THE HE FOUND SOMEONE. AND HE HAS A DAUGHTER?! THE WAY I KEPT GETTING SHOCKED.

Yay now he'll go back to normal. I need him to shave. Srsly, I can't stand him not shaved and I need him to fix his legs. Go to the gym Roy, get those leg days in.

Gifs made by moi

#dc #dc young justice #dc justice league #justice league #young justice #gifs #dc gifs #young justice gifs #young jusitce review #roy harper #chesire dc #chesire #red arrow #roy x chesire #roy harper x chesire #red arrow x chesire

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Recent NR, E, & M reading

Haven’t read a lot lately. Trying to get back into it.

Finished

Not Rated:

In The Heat Of The Moment, by NebulusCharlie

Lan Zhan has been missing Wei Ying and decides to take him up on his offer to visit Lotus Pier...

Explicit:

Set Me Free, by jiejieaini (locked)

“Xian-gege!!” A-Yuan’s voice sounded so weak despite his obvious fear.

“Hand him over, Wei Wuxian!”

“If you lay a hand on him Hanguang-Jun will kill you.”

“Why would Lan Wangji care?” Jin Zixun scoffed.

In a moment that Wei Wuxian couldn’t decide whether was genius or utter foolishness he told possibly the boldest lie he had ever told in his life.

“Because this is Lan Yuan. Hanguang-Jun is his father.”

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The only option when A-Yuan is sickened by resentful energy is to take him to Cloud Recesses for treatment. When Wei Wuxian is captured by the Jins on his way he plays the only card he has. He tells them that the boy is Lan Wangji’s son. Now he needs Lan Wangji to play along.

paired wings soaring, by typefortydeductions (2 chapters, locked)

“Oh.” Wei Ying stops trying to find his phone, gives his hand over entirely to Lan Zhan’s attention. “You wanna go by yourself? Will it be alright?”

“Mm.” Lan Zhan kisses his palm, his knuckles, the back of his hand. No, he wants to say, childishly. No, it won’t be alright, and you should come with me, navigate this worsening, this new set of things to unpack. You should kiss me as I call my brother, my uncle. You should sit in the strange silence of Mama and Shushu in a room together and let me hold your hand so tight that your knuckles grind.

He doesn’t say any of that. He lets go of Wei Ying’s hand. He calls Xichen, and leaves him a ten-second-long voicemail. He begins to pack.

When Lan Zhan's mother falls ill, he moves back home, bringing with him his boyfriend, Wei Ying. As it turns out, it's the best decision he could have made.

Mature:

Lessons in Belonging, by Nyatci (6 chapters)

Lan Zhan looks back at various moments during the years and thinks about the emotional wounds caused by Wei Ying’s adoptive family.

Or alternatively:

5 times Lan Zhan worried about Wei Ying and 1 time he realized he didn’t have to worry anymore.

Love Bites, by MajiLovePrincess

Wei Ying has a soulmark. Lan Zhan doesn’t. This is a problem until it isn’t.

Or, Wei Ying and Lan Zhan are hopelessly in love, and Wei Ying is really cursing the kid who bit him when he was five years old.

Unfinished

Not Rated:

One more time with feeling, by Hauntcats

Wei Ying and Lan Zhan are married and settled into Cloud Recesses when Wei Ying finds himself back in Lotus Pier before leaving for the Lan lectures.

Or Really? I'm back in time again? Wahhh - Wei Ying.

Explicit:

Heart of the Beast, by WaitForTheSnitch

“Wei Ying?” Nie Mingjue prompted him gently. “Where are your parents?”

“They went on a night hunt,” Wei Ying said, a bit evasively.

“Your parents are cultivators?” Da-ge asked in surprise. “Did they leave you here while they hunted? When did they go on their night hunt?”

“Four summers ago,” Wei Ying said a bit uncomfortable.

“Four summers ago,” Nie Mingjue repeated. “What are your parents’ names?”

“My mama is Cangse Sanren and my baba is Wei Changze,” Wei Ying told him, and recognition registered in Nie Mingjue’s eyes.

“Wei Ying,” Nie Mingjue said, sounding a bit regretful, “Your parents aren’t coming back.”

Or, Nie Mingjue and Nie Huaisang run into Wei Ying while in Yiling and decide to bring him home. And it changes everything.

Mature:

To Ride A Stygian Tiger, by Madyamisam

Wei Wuxian changes fate and is wounded while saving Jin Zixuan at the Qiongqi bridge and a great mystery starts to unravel many hidden secrets never known before. While trying to deal with his own increasing madness, seeing threats everywhere in past, present and future, he sets an impossible task to save everyone he ever cared about with his very life and soul.

travelers through the empty gate, by stiltonbasket

Ten years after eliminating the Jiang and Nie clans, Emperor Wen Ruohan is dethroned by a young demonic cultivator from the outlands of Yiling, who surpasses him in both talent and cruelty. Where Wen Ruohan burned his enemies, Emperor Yiling raises his from the dead, and sends them through the imperial city to hunt down every last remnant of the Wen clan that tries to evade his clutches.

The last thing Lan Wangji wants to do with the Yiling huangdi is marry him.

Unfortunately, his family's fall from grace leaves him with no other choice.

#the untamed #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #cql #chen qing ling #untamed fanfiction

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Also a Russian article about Alexander and Olga Nikolaevna: (so that it would not be difficult for you, translation)

Speaking about the loves of Grand Duchess Olga Nikolaevna, it is impossible to ignore this one. Probably, it was a very short infatuation – maybe just a WILLINGNESS to fall in love – but it was this feeling that had every chance of getting continued. After all, Olga finally liked an equal in position: the prince of a foreign power.

In December 1913, Olga realized that her "sun" was Pavel Voronov (more?) he does not reciprocate her, and made several emotional entries about him in his diary, using a secret cipher. His behavior confuses and worries her, feelings are looking for a way out... on December 21, the denouement follows: "I found out that my S. is marrying Olga Kleinmichel. God send him happiness, my beloved S. It's hard. Sadly. He would be pleased." Olga also encrypted this entry. It would seem that the time has come to immerse yourself in experiences for a long time, but after a few weeks the mysterious cipher appears in the diary again. And if earlier he hid only declarations of love for Voronov, now Olga writes about something else (further encrypted fragments are italicized): "January 12. Alexander Serbian arrived (In Russian uniform. Wow, what eyes). January 15th. At 9:00, my Dad and Aunt and I went to St. Petersburg for the consecration of the new church of the Fedorovskaya Mother of God in honor of the 300th anniversary. It lasted from 10 to 1 ¼. Metropolitan, etc. A bright, large, good church. I was standing next to Alexander the Serbian, he was a little further away. Wow, wow what. January 17th. We had breakfast with Dad, Aunt, Kostya and Alexander. I sat with him. Cute, embarrassing and beautiful horror. Wow wow what. January 19th. Mom I don't know how. I fell asleep after 3 hours at night. God save her and everyone , and Alexander S. January 23. After in the Winter Courtyard. a big breakfast. Then we talked. I've been with Alexander for quite a long time. God save him. The 25th of January. We had breakfast with Papa, T. Olga, gr. Fredericks and Alexander S. He came to say goodbye. He's leaving in 2-3 days, it's a pity, dear."

Alexander Karageorgievich was 7 years older than Olga. He had a lot to do with Russia: he had Russian tutors, was the godson of Alexander III and the named son of Nicholas II; studied at the School of Jurisprudence and in the Page Corps in St. Petersburg. He became heir to the throne in 1909, after his elder brother George was forced to give up his rights to the throne under the pressure of a scandal. In the same year, Alexander almost asked for the hand of Princess Tatiana Konstantinovna. The Serbian minister and even the father-king personally made a cautious reconnaissance on this matter. But to the Konstantinovichs, the position of the Karageorgievich dynasty on the throne seemed too shaky. K.R., Tatiana's father, wrote in his diary: "I told her in detail about the claims of the Serbian court and about the reasons prompting us to advise her to refuse this offer. Although she rather likes Sandro Serbian, she did not hesitate to give him up." However, a year later the families still became related: Alexander's sister Elena married Grand Duke John Konstantinovich. For the Karageorgievichs, this was a great success, because they took the throne only in 1903 by a coup. In Europe, they were not really recognized, and not all Romanovs were disposed to them. In 1912-13, Alexander managed to show valor in the Balkan wars. And then he thought about getting married again, but now he was interested in the daughter of the tsar himself. ONLY WHICH ONE?

In this newspaper for November 1913, it was suggested that Olga would become the wife of Alexander of Serbia, and Tatiana – Karol of Romania. On the other hand, the English Wikipedia, with reference to Serbian archives, assures that Prime Minister Nikola Pasic wrote to Nicholas II in January 1914 about Alexander's intention to marry one of the Grand duchesses. Nikolai did not object and even noticed the interest that his daughter showed in the prince – but it was allegedly not Olga, but Tatiana. (And Russian Wikipedia generally assures: "Tatiana and Alexander wrote letters to each other until their death. When Alexander found out about Tatiana's murder, he was confused and almost committed suicide").Alexander's sister Elena, in her memoirs, which I have not yet been able to find, seemed to say that she noticed some "chemistry" between Alexander and Olga. Well, Olga's diary allows us to conclude that Alexander was not indifferent to her, and I think the Serbian heir himself paid attention to her. You can only guess what prevented you from taking the next step.In the spring, Olga is fond of Molokhovets, then the war begins, but all this does not prevent her from remembering Alexander on various occasions:"February 24.At 12 o'clock my mother received the Bavarian, Belgian, Danish and Serbian envoys (Nalajovic. So reminds Alexander C).February 25.(in small print: I haven't seen Alexander for a month since)March 25.I haven't seen Alexandra for 2 months. <...>(added, apparently, later) I haven 't seen Alexander S. for 2 months .September 4.The Pope gave Alexander of Serbia the St. George Cross 4 art . I am very happy. God help me.October 6.John, Gabriel and Kostya and Elena had lunch. They told me a lot of interesting things. She's a piece of Alexander, and I love her.October 16.At 7 o'clock we went to the infirmary with Mom, we went to everyone, and talked to K. and I. in the corridor. Everyone knows Alexander by his body."

Alexander was a thin brunette with a mustache and large facial features (and with "WOW" eyes) – this is exactly the type of appearance that has always attracted Olga. Besides, apparently, he was a really nice person. "The prince turned out to have a kind and friendly character," writes the grandson of his tutor, the famous priest Gleb Kaleda. "To please his tutor, the prince wrote to him in Russian, asking for forgiveness in advance for possible mistakes, although there were none." He was remembered as a tactful person, sometimes shy and prone to melancholy, a lover of reading – there is some similarity with Olga's character.Olga did not see Alexander again, but a year later she noted in her diary the anniversary of his arrival:"January 12, 1915.The year that I saw Alexander at Vsevolod's christening.January 15th.The year is consecrated. churches. Alexander.January 17th.Mordvinov and Count Fredericks were having breakfast. And a year ago Alexander. God bless him."It seems that even in the spring of 1916, Pasic expressed the hope that Olga would become the Serbian queen. But in January of this year, the date of the meeting with Alexander was not noted in the diary. At this time, Olga hardly thought about anyone other than Dmitry Shah-Bagov. (By the way, here her fate again intersects with the fate of Tatiana Konstantinovna, who was very friendly with the elder daughters of Nicholas II. Instead of the Serbian prince, she married a simple Caucasian officer for love, and he even served in the Erivan regiment – like Olga's lover. Because She even knew Shah Bagov and calls him a "cute, cute boy" in a letter. Surely Olga was thinking about what could repeat her path).But in 1917 Olga remembers again:"January 17th. Exactly 3 years ago today Alexander Serbsky had breakfast with us." Here the name is also written in cipher, and this is the last encrypted entry in the diary.

Olga Nikolaevna's biographers like to repeat that she wanted to stay in Russia, so she did not marry the Romanian heir Karol. The interest in Alexander the Serbian shows that, most likely, it was not in the country: it was just Karol who was unsympathetic to Olga. I think she understood that sooner or later she would have to leave her homeland. It is unlikely that the rumors had passed her by, she knew who her husbands were supposed to be, and she did not mind falling in love with a cute Orthodox prince. Maybe by the beginning of 17, she returned to thinking about him because someone had dispelled her hopes for a happy morganatic marriage? Although what could be a wedding when the revolution is already at the threshold. What kind of fate would await her in a small semi-literate kingdom, forever torn apart from the outside and from the inside?Alexander married in 1922 the sister of the same Karol (there is a version that he dragged on for so long, because until then he did not believe in the death of Olga). It seems that he became a good family man, ruled his country for more than 10 difficult years. Yugoslavia in the 20s became a fragment of the Russian Atlantis, the center of white emigration. Sometimes there is an opinion that Alexander was so supportive of Russian refugees in memory of his first love – "Olga/Tatiana." But I think Russia meant a lot to him anyway. Alexander was killed in 1934 by a terrorist, his family fled the Nazis during the war and never returned to their homeland. Well, instead of Maria, Olga could become a Romanian widow and exile… No matter how her fate turned out, it would not be easy. The time of the Slavic monarchs has passed.

Thank you for sharing!!

#otmaa marriages

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NAMORSLUTFANFICTION UPDATE (PLEASE READ)

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I will be closing requests that night to allow me time to catch up on requests and keep things organized. I will reopen requests when I don't have as many things in progress at once. Below is a brief list with descriptions of what I am working on.

Current Works in Progress (WIP)

TenochxReader in Mexico having a whirlwind romance.

Tenoch realizes you have a praise kink

Dark!Namor, you are his dirty little secret and you have reason to keep it that way.

Tenoch gets needy when he's high

TenochxReader get stranded on a roadtrip and have nothing better to do in the car except make it steamy

TenochxReader have some risky fun

Tenoch and MarvelActress!Reader, He shows her why they call him 'too much' Huerta

TenochxReader enemies to lovers

TenochxReader fake couple trope

NamorxReader comfort after family passing

NamorxReader pre-birth nerves and comfort

Tenoch looks so good in black and it just makes you hot

NamorxReader with Talassophobia

Tenoch takes you on a romantic and steamy date. tension galor until they get alone

Requests in askbox

Namor comes to terms with falling in love again after mourning his last queen for years.

Tenoch gets jealous when his situationship is at risk

NamorxReader roast-fest because they love each other and no one understands

Tenoch eating ass

NamorxReader their daughter is kidnapped during the war with Wakanda

NamorxReader he saves a young college student from drowning

TenochxCelebrity!Reader angst (past lovers)

TenochxChubby!Reader dealing with insecurities and lots of love

Namorx Reader All about his ears and wings because we know he only likes them when you touch them

Follow Up Chapter by Popular demand

NamorxTeacher!Reader Married life with children fluff

M'Baku/Reader/Namor love triangle wedding and the aftermath

Sub!Namor chapter 3 where Namor tries something new because his queen says so

TenochxReader follow up to plane meet cute. Seeing each other again

TenochxReader Elevator chapter 3

IF there are any other follow up chapters you want just put in a request in my askbox before I close the requests

Long Form Fanfic WIP (not posted...yet)

Gem of the East Sea: Namor/Filipino Original Female Character

I TAKE TENOCH/NAMOR/RAFA REQUESTS AS OF 1/18/23

If you have any questions about what I am willing to write please feel free to shoot me a message or ask in my askbox. I EXPECT MY BOX TO BE FILLED BEFORE I CLOSE IT

Lead time for fics is sitting at three weeks due to the volume but fear not I promise I will be more prolific now that I am more organized.

Stay Healthy, Stay Safe

and a big thank you to every follower, reader, requester, and commenter. You really have made this a wonderful space for me to be creative and have fun.

#namorslutfanfiction #namorfanfic #namor #namor x oc #namor x reader #namor imagine #namor the sub mariner #tenoch huerta x reader #tenoch huerta fanfic #tenoch x reader #tenoch huerta mejia #tenoch huerta #fanfiction #rafa caro quintero #rafa caro #wakanda forever #black panther #narcos mexico

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A Date at The End of The World | Five Hargreeves x gn!sparrow!reader | Prologue

Summary: After waking up from being cryogenically frozen for 13 years the last thing you would expect is for your world to be turned upside down. With the news of the world ending and a cocky space jumping bastard right in front of you, how were you not supposed to fall in love.

Warnings: Swearing, tua typical violence, Reginald Hargreeves (yes he deserves a warning), both reader and Five are physically 17 in this.

This is the prologue and I will be posting the rest of it in vague loose ended chapters because 1. I'm lazy 2. it leaves a little bit of mystery in between and 3. these are kind of just the turning points in their relationship.

Here is a playlist I made for this fic: POV: Falling in love with Five for one night

Enjoy :)

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When waking that morning the last thing you expected was for someone to tell you the world would be coming to an end.

Things had been stranger ever since the Umbrella Academy showed up, not like they were any normal otherwise.

Half of your family had been murdered, and one of them was getting married.

You were Sir Reginald Hargreeves’ number 8, the outcast, the sore thumb. Reginald always believed in the power of the number 7, how it appeared in every mythology, how it worked better than 8. He trained you with the others, teaching you to fight and use your ability to turn any inanimate object into a living one. A vase into a bird, a spoon into a rose.

There were many occasions in the Sparrow household when unwanted pets would suddenly be roaming around. Alphonso and Jayme would beg for you to make a feather duster into a cat. Much to Fei’s disappointment, she always said her birds would get upset.

You attended missions with everyone, fighting crime with your siblings, and always having each other’s backs.

Although there was one such mission that went terribly wrong. You were gravely injured and the Sparrows rushed you back to the academy as quickly as they could. Reginald and Grace decided that the only way to save your life was for you to be cryogenically frozen while your body slowly healed. The cryo-pod was something Reginald had been working on and only saw your near death experience as the perfect opportunity to test out his new project. Some of your siblings protested, not wanting their dying sibling to turn into a science experiment. Others agreed, seeing it was the only way to save your life.

You were 17 when you were frozen.

13 years later and you finally awoke.

The world has changed around you. Your siblings have changed around you. Now fully grown adults, while you’re still preserved in your teenage body, raging hormones and all.

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The cryo-pod runs its daily diagnostic of your condition, and deciding your health is up to standard it beeps and unlocks the chamber door. A loud hiss and a cloud of cold vapor exit the pod, then your freezing, limp body tumbling to the floor.

Talk about a rude awakening.

The shock of the temperature change is enough to jostle you awake from your long sleep. You’re confused, but recognize that you’re in the sparrow academy. You look around and see no one, so with your cold jelly legs you stumble out of the room in search of the others.

As you’re searching the house for your siblings you hear shouts and the sound of things breaking coming from the living room. You spot your sister Jayme at the top of the stairs and make your way over to her. She’s with someone, a boy who's wearing a school uniform, it looks similar to the sparrow’s. He has dark hair and looks like he could be your age. He appears to be in one of Jayme’s hallucinations. You’re about to call out to Jayme from where you stand at the bottom of the stairs, but she launches towards the boy and kicks him hard in the stomach, sending him tumbling down the stairs and right into you. You fall to the ground with a grunt, and the boy falls with you. He gets up quickly, shaking off the haze of Jayme’s venom. He looks at you with furrowed brows. Wondering who this teenager is, and why they’re wearing Sparrow Academy pajamas. Maybe someone's ‘intruder alert alarm’ didn't go off. “Who are you?” He asks, but before you can respond or question him Jayme is rushing down the stairs and shoving the boy out of the way. There's a flash of blue and then the boy is gone. “Y/n, holy shit you’re awake.” She says. “Terrible time though really.” Jayme reaches out a hand to help you up. Once stood you hold onto her arm for support, still getting over your jelly legs. “Jayme? You’re so old.”

She laughs and starts leading you to the kitchen. “Jayme what's happening? How long have I been asleep? Who was that guy?” you ask. You enter the kitchen and she sits you down. “Stay here, I’ll come get you when the fighting is over. There's a lot to fill you in on. It’s good to have you back.” She says, leaving you in the kitchen alone.

#tua #tua five #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves one shot #five hargreeves imagine #number five #fanfic #x reader #five x y/n #the sparrow academy #jayme hargreeves

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Thinking about "Masters of All Time"

Rant Incoming, But...

Danny goes back in time to save Vlad from the portal accident that turned him into Plasmius. Maddie falls in love with Vlad after he saves her from the same portal accident, Jack gets ecto-acne and turns evil, and in the new timeline, Jack's a pathetic lonely man-child, Vlad and Maddie are married, though he has forced her to give up ghost hunting. Then Maddie divorces Vlad the moment Jack reenters her life.

Like, what?

Why would Vlad, unharmed by the ghost portal incident and without a grudge against ghost hunting, force his wife to give it up? Was he literally just there to get with Maddie with no interest in ghosts at all himself (I don't put it past any collage guy, but, literally zero interest)?

Why would Maddie wait until Jack came back to divorce Vlad if she hated being married to him that much?

Jack does literally nothing in 20 years?

Like, the whole issue with Vlad in the main timeline is that he doesn't consider Maddie a person who made her own choice in who she married, but the text of "Masters of All Time" states that Maddie and Jack are soulmates destined to be in love and get married no matter what; she still doesn't have an actual choice, it's fate, it's destiny. And I don't buy it.

Maddie is not a person here, she's an accessory specifically for Jack. She can't choose who she wants to be with; nothing anyone can do, up to and including altering the timeline, can change that she's meant to be Jack's Wife, and that's that.

Vlad is inherently evil, irredeemable, and incapable of growing or changing. Whether he gets what he wants or not, whether he's a super-powered petty villain or a dairy farmer, whether he has a family or not, he will always be evil.

Jack is so incompetent, such a man-child, that in two decades he can't 1) cleanup after himself, 2) recreate a portal he helped create in the first place, 3) get a job or do anything to even try to make money, 4) try more than once to be a ghost hero. He's so helpless, it's offensive, and leaves me wondering how he isn't full-dead without someone taking care of him.

They're The Villain, The Wife, and The Idiot, and there's nothing anyone can do to change that. And it's just fuckin' sad.

If I had my way, "Masters of All Time" could be used as a jumping off point for a Vlad Redemption.

Vlad and Maddie fall in love, and actually, you know, love each other. Vlad is in the Ghost Hunters Club because he likes ghost hunting, and it just so happens that his crush is there, or he followed his crush into it, and because she liked it, grew to enjoy it, if not ghost hunting directly, then Maddie's love of it.

They'd bring out the worst in each other. Both Vlad and Maddie are ruthless in getting what they want. If they were really together and a ghost hunting team the way Jack and Maddie are - oh, they'd destroy the Ghost Zone. Imagine if Danny changed the past and it wasn't just his life that was ruined, but the entire world is flooded in ghosts and monsters and creatures that belong in the Ghost Zone, but there's no Zone anymore. The only thing at stake in the original episode is... when Jazz and Danny are born? Because Jack and Maddie get back together and if the timeline continued as normal from there (which why wouldn't it?), and Jack is already halfa, then Danny could have been born halfa, and that is already way more interesting a timeline. Danny wouldn't be friends with Sam and Tucker, but they'd still exist and not die from ecto-acne, fair trade I think.

And also, Jack should have been either just as evil as original Vlad or, what I prefer, a good guy who does his best to do good but isn't quite competent enough to effect actual change. He should have tried to be a ghost hero for a little while before giving up and start trying to build up a team to help defend against ghosts, especially after the destruction of the Ghost Zone.

The think the one thing Jack should have over Vlad is Friend Making. I know in canon Jack is too stupid to not be an asshole to everyone, and Maddie is the only person who puts up with it (even his kids don't like him most of the time). But what he should be is Where Danny and Jazz get their sense of morality. My personal version of Jack Fenton should always be trying to do the right thing. He hunts ghosts because ghosts are evil. He supports Vlad because that's what good friends do. He protects his wife and kids, because that's what good husbands do. Everything he does should be a rational conclusion of "what is the most good thing to do in this situation". Even if it's a bad outcome, like destroy an innocent ghost, he got to that bad outcome for the right reasons. He can be easily manipulated, sure, but he's not completely bankrupt like in canon. And so, the reason original timeline Maddie didn't destroy the Ghost Zone isn't because Jack is a bumbling idiot holding back her ruthless genius, but because he distracts her with "Large-scale Protection Projects", like Coordinating Neighborhood Ghost Watches, Ghost-Safety Outreach,and making sure his best friend Vlad becomes mayor so that they can make better City Wide Emergency Ghost Invasion Plans. Jack is the guy who will forgive anything in canon (even if he needs bribing with food), so he should also be the guy who cares even when he doesn't have the power to change things.

Danny should see these facts in stark relief. Vlad is extremely loving and supportive of his wife and therefore, vitally, redeemable. Maddie is unrestrained genius and prejudice. And Jack is pathetic, sure, but still trying his best and not giving up despite the shitty situation he's in. And take that lesson, along with the contaminate information, back with him.

Not only does it up the stakes of from the original version of "Masters of All Time", but it also makes Jack, Maddie, and Vlad into actual characters and not just archetype props in Danny's life.

#danny phantom #masters of all time #au #rewrite prompt #meta #analysis #jack fenton #maddie fenton #vlad masters

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angelicdemons337 · 5 months

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Ninjago DR AU time.

1) OK, so first off, pixal was on the bounty during the merge.

2) Because they were so close to what I call "the tear," the ninja and the bounty get caught in the "void" (the space between realms.) Lloyd's dragons blood saved him from getting trapped but the other were stuck in a timeless void for like 5-6 years

3) It might just be a popular fan theory. But in my AU, it is cannon. Elemental masters originally got their power as gifts from dragons. Like how I think Wildfire got her powers as a result of her friendship(kinship) with heatwave.

4) Echo/Mr E from ninjago, Clay/Yellow (I think that's his name) From nexo knights and Motrot from chima are also part of the new generation of EMs.

5) Lloyd meets Sora and Arin during year 1 while he is searching for the others, and he ends up adopting them. Echo ends up in chima after the merge and gets adopted by the beavers and befriends Motrot. Echo and Motrot find an injured ice dragon and heal said dragon, prompting the dragon to gift them the elemental power of ice, but since Echo can control crystals because of his time as mr F. (Don't worry, the overlord is not controlling him) Motrot was the only one who got ice powers. Motrot ends up running away because he feels like his family doesn't love him and echo runs away with him riding on the back of icicle (the dragon.)

6) Euphrasia and Akita end up joining lloyds party around year 3. (The end of season 1 happens near the end of year 6) year 4 Wildfire joins the party along with her robot nanny, who I call Nana and Lloyd dose to Wildfire what Wu did to Kai in the pilot.

7) Echo can manipulate crystals/gems, Clay/Yellow can control stone (like granit and such), and Motrot is the new ice EM as stated above. I was originally going to have him be the master of cold but I figured since Lloyd thinks that the others are dead at this point he just says that Motrot is the new EM of ice and Wildfire is the new EM of fire.

8) Echo and Motrot end up meeting clay/yellow. (yellow is sort of Clay's "Evil" split personality, but "Evil" is just the parts of clay that he hates about himself that he shoves deep down. His selfishness, his anger, messiness, impulsiveness, you get the idea. Yellow was actually a result of a spell that was supposed to kill Clay gone wrong. Yellow was born and was somehow also a stone warrior sort of I'm still figuring out all the details on that but when Clay is in control he is made of normal flesh and blood but when Yellow is in control the skin of the body that they share is made of stone and can't be hurt by normal means. Some powerful magic, Oni fire and vegstone weapons can hurt him but it still takes a lot to knock him down.) Yellow and clay were arguing about something I haven't decided yet when Motrot, Echo and Icicle finds them and Yellow/Clay get somewhat willingly surprised adopted into the group.

9) the 2 groups end up meeting around year 5 and the 2 groups work together to get the dragon cores and stop the realm from falling into the void.

10) I'm planning that for one reason or another, Lloyd needs to absorb the power of the dragon cores to properly fix everything, and as a result, his. Dragoni DNA ends up forcing self to the surface. So, by the end, he has horns, wings, and a tail. As well as cat eyes, fangs, and maybe some scales on his shoulders.

11) After saving the world, Lloyd ends up adopting Arin, Sora, Euphrasia, and Wildfire and becomes a teacher/father figure to motrot, clay/yellow, and echo. He marries Akita and the ninja get spit out of the void and they all live happy ever after

#ninjago #ninjago au #ninjago kai #ninjago nya #ninjago cole #ninjago jay #ninjago arin #ninjago sora #ninjago zane #ninjago lloyd

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m-jelly · 2 years

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It bloomed in spring - chapter 1

@kenkopanda-art thank you for the wonderful banner.

Pairing: Levi x Reader

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Words: 5.4k

Genre and tags: Romance, fluff, royal AU, emperor Levi, falling in love, forbidden love, Kuchel, Levi's father.

Concept of story: You are just a simple maid who keeps her head down, but when Emperor Levi is crowned and begins living at the place you work for you get noticed. You try to keep to the rules and serve your Emperor, however, he seems rather taken by you and slowly pulls you into a brighter world. You are aware that an arranged marriage to a princess is expected of him, so you try your best to not make things romantic with Levi, but you both are falling hard for each other. Levi tries to fight the politicians and stop the engagement at first due to his distaste towards it, but then he pushes harder because he's fallen for you. Unable to hold back, you both start a romantic affair. He spoils you and makes love to you around the palace and on political outings. Emotions run high on many sides, but he finally changes the law and can now marry anyone he wishes. However, the princess who was chosen to marry him is not going to let the change go lightly.

Warnings: Reader is slapped by her boss. Reader is asked to kneel on rice by boss, but Levi saves you.

Chapter 1 plot: Levi finally moves into the palace and you both meet in an unusual way. You take care of Levi's father. You and Levi share a nice moment together. Levi tells you of his dislike for the push for an arranged marriage with a princess. You help Levi sleep.

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A crisp spring air clung to the grass and coated it with a silvery shine. Cobwebs sparkled like diamond necklaces being held up and presented to a lover. Snow was losing its grip on the flowers that fought against it. The cold air danced across the ground towards the large white palace that was nestled by a vast forest, below imposing mountains and gazed upon the stretching ocean.

Paradis was a beautiful powerful country, which had been deprived of a good leader in years. A new age was coming due to the recent crowning of Levi Ackerman. Kuchel Ackerman had a romantic relationship with the cousin of the last Emperor, he was the only living decedent. They lived a happy life far away from the main city and raised their son together, but when Levi reached eight, his father became sick and couldn’t do much, so Levi had to bring in the money. Levi’s father was hunted down, but due to his lung issues and fatigue, he wasn’t well enough to be an Emperor so it was trusted to Levi.

You arose in your bed just as the sun began rising for the day. You sat up with your hair a mess and head foggy from sleep. You released a yawn and began dressing in your maid attire. You pinned your hair up instead of using a bonnet and made sure your apron was on correctly. You sat on your bed and strapped on your boots. A long sigh escaped you, along with the very little happiness you had inside you. You gave yourself a little pep talk before jumping to your feet and getting to work before the other maids and butlers.

You walked to the kitchen and gathered a bucket of water. You lugged it all the way to the palace steps and plopped it down. You retrieved a brush from the cleaning cupboard near the entrance and returned to the steps. You cast out the water from the bucket allowing the stairs to be coated. You huffed at the job you had but knew everything had to be perfect for the Emperor. You scrubbed the steps one by one and ignored the whistles and cat calls from the guards going about their day. You couldn’t help your bosom from bouncing at your actions.

Charles descended the stairs to you at the bottom working your way up. “Good morning to you miss. You’re doing a fine job this morning. You beat me to my commands. I intended to let one of those vile maids do the job.”

A smile graced your lips as you looked at the head butler. “I enjoy being outside. Spring is here now. Almost seems poetic. We, ourselves, have come out of a long frost to welcome hope into our lives. I do hope the Emperor is of a kinder nature than the others.”

Charles checked his pocket watch. “Truth be told, I have heard a murmur that his tongue can be harsh but he means well. He comes from a humble beginning. He was poor like us.”

“I have hope then.”

He chuckled a little as he adjusted his glasses. “I am rather tired of being mistreated.”

You placed your hand on Charles’ upper arm to give him some comfort. “You care for all of us that work here. We’re so grateful to you.”

“I’m glad.” He sighed. “Make sure you get some breakfast, alright? I don’t want one of my best maids getting sick.”

“I will get something once I’ve cleaned the stairs.”

“Thank you.”

You frowned a little. “When does he arrive?”

He looked down the cobblestone road to the palace. “I was informed by a messenger that it would be around midday.”

You nodded as you began to organise what you were going to do in your head. “Very well. I know what I must do for the day.”

“Don’t push yourself.”

You bowed to your boss. “Yes, Charles.”

He let go a long sigh. “I will return to my duties. Do come see me if you need me.”

“I will.”

“Have a pleasant morning.”

You bowed and watched Charles go inside the palace. You continued your job and cleaned the stairs fully. You returned everything to their homes before making your way to the staff dining room. You sat and helped yourself to tea and food. You preferred being alone as most of the staff came and went. You were tired of making friends and losing them quickly from people moving around.

Wendy plopped herself down in front of you, her cute cherub face framed by her bonnet. “You didn’t join me for breakfast.”

You smiled a little. “You’re joining me now.”

She hummed which slowly turned into an angry growl. “Just spend more time with me!”

“Alright.”

She threw her arms out. “Thank you! I mean damn!” She gasped as she lit up at the thought bubbling away in her head. “Have you heard about the Emperor?”

You shrugged a little as you reflected on the very little information you had. “All I know is his father didn’t want to take the post due to his sickness with his lungs, so his son has taken over. With regards to his son, I know he has a harsh tongue but he means well. That’s all.”

She patted the table. “I heard he’s really hot! Plus, his mother is stunning and his father is incredible.”

“You know very well we can’t be romantically involved with the royal family. He’s probably already engaged to a princess somewhere.”

She grinned at you. “Doesn’t mean we can’t stare at him.”

You cleaned up your food and drink. “Keep your head down and just work hard.”

She chased after you. “Just a little look?”

“I suppose that is alright.”

She gasped when the sound of carriage wheels rolled on the pathway up to the palace. “They’re here! Are you going to greet them?”

You shook your head. “No, I have work to do.”

“Suit yourself! I’ll inform you later!”

You waved to your friend and made your way to the main office where the Emperor would work. You let out a long sigh and began dusting first. You climbed up the stairs and started dusting the shelves lined with books. You noticed a little dusty bunny in the corner. You leaned over to get it as someone entered the room. You growled a little and reached further to get it. You wobbled a little and slipped off the ladders.

You screamed when you fell and knew you were going to break something in your body, but you didn’t expect to land in warm arms and be wrapped in a clean lemon scent. You opened your eyes to be greeted with beautiful and dazzling steel blue ones. Your cheeks burned as you stared at the man holding you. You slowly registered the simple crown on top of his raven undercut hair. You gasped a little when you saw a slight blush on his cheeks.

Levi felt his heart flutter as he gazed at you. “You weren’t at the greeting. Did I do something to offend you?”

You lowered your head. “Please, put me down your majesty.”

Levi sighed and reluctantly place you on your feet. He watched you gather your cleaning things and continue to work. “You didn’t answer my question.”

You stopped and bowed deeply to him. “I have much work to do. I believed that you would value a clean office over another faceless person greeting you into a home you probably don’t care much for.”

Levi studied your face and smiled a little. “You’re a special thing, aren’t you? You’re right.” He walked over to the shelf and ran his white-gloved finger over the shelf. “Spotless. Your cleaning skills are impressive.”

“Thank you.”

He turned to you and glanced at your chest. He looked away a little to avoid being caught staring at your cleavage. “How are you with medical care or caring for people?”

You blushed. “Well. I have cared for others in the past.”

He hummed and strode over to the door. He opened to reveal Charles. “Charles, is it?”

Charles bowed. “Yes, your majesty.”

“I want this maid to be transferred to my father’s care.”

You blushed. “Wh-what? I couldn’t possibly.”

Levi locked eyes with you. “You refuse?”

You gulped hard. “Ah, I umm…well…”

“What’s your name?”

You welled up as you felt like you were about to lose your job. You bowed and told him your name. “I’ve worked in the palace since I was twelve. It’s been over ten years.”

Levi frowned a little. “Why are you crying?”

You stood up. “I am about to lose my job, am I not?”

“You are not.” He pulled out a hankie and wiped your tears away. “Why would I fire a maid who my butler speaks highly of, cleans my office and makes it look brand new, and has dedicated so much of her life to this palace? I implore you to take care of my father.”

You blushed. “Your majesty.”

Levi offered his gloved hand as he stood there proud in his white uniform. “Just meet him.”

You took Levi’s hand and walked with him to the stairs and descended together making you feel like an Empress. You looked at the hall entrance to see a woman who looked just like Levi. Next to Levi’s mother was Levi’s father. You blushed at the average height man, but his looks were dazzling. He had a scar over his right eyebrow, his eyes a sweet blue, his jaw defined and strong that was lined with a well-kept trimmed beard. His hair was black and past his shoulders and seemed well looked after. He had broad shoulders and muscles. You could tell Levi got his looks from his mother, but his build was from his father.

Levi stopped at the bottom. “Mother, father?” He introduced you. “She will be looking after you, father. They are Kuchel and Sebastian.”

You bowed deeply. “Honour to meet you both.”

Kuchel gasped. “You are a cute thing!”

Sebastian chuckled. “Don’t mind her, she gets excited easily. I’m guessing you’ll be looking after me.”

You stood up and felt the nerves filtering in. “His majesty has requested it, yes, but I have yet to agree.”

Reuben, the man who ran the palace, grabbed your upper arm and dragged you away. “Excuse me while I borrow this maid.”

You felt your heart in your throat as Reuben dragged you to an empty room. Reuben had run this palace with an iron fist. He’d beat anyone who would go against him. He needed order in the palace and right now you were going against his teaching. As soon as he released you from his grip in one of many sitting rooms, you knew you had to beg for forgiveness. You stumbled and dropped to your knees and got ready to beg.

Reuben glared at you with his orange-brown eyes before he backhanded you across the face. “When the Emperor asks you to do something, you say yes.”

You knelt back up and nodded. “Yes, sir.”

He grabbed the top of your dress and pulled you close. “You do as he says, no questions asked. Got it?”

“Yes, sir.”

He sighed. “Better. As punishment, I want you to come to my office every day for a week at 7 pm. You will kneel upon rice and not make a sound. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” He opened the door. “Now get a move on, his majesty is waiting and you’ve caused enough trouble as is.” He sighed and led the walk back to the royal family, his smart shoes tapping away on the mirror clean marble floor. He smiled brightly at Levi and his parents. “I am so sorry for the delay.” He bowed deeply. “I was simply having a word with the young maid. She will be looking after his highness.” He looked back at you. “Won’t you?”

You bowed deeply to Sebastian. “Forgive my rudeness earlier. I will be honoured to serve you and assist you.”

Levi held your chin and looked at your face. He stared at the red mark on your cheek. He saw you were avoiding his gaze. He sighed and knew not to press the subject. “Thank you.”

Sebastian’s blue eyes stayed locked onto you as you moved around him. He smiled at how cute you looked and noticed how his son would gaze at you. You had stood out from the rest of the workers. You were this cute shining light. He knew his son didn’t understand the feelings inside him because he’d never fallen in love before, but he made love to a woman before. Sebastian had met a past girlfriend who was smitten with Levi. Once the two learned more about bedroom stuff, she was even more smitten.

Sebastian called your name. “Do you have someone in your life?”

You poured him a cup of tea. “Someone?”

He nodded. “As in a lover.”

You blushed. “I do not, your highness.”

He smiled knowing this was a little victory for his son. “Would you like to find someone?”

“I’m afraid I do not have the time for a lover.” You handed him the cup. “I work too much.” You blushed. “Not that I’m saying you work me hard. I am simply saying that this job is my life.”

“I understand.” He smiled a little as he remembered when he was young and living his life in the palace. “Palace staff work and live here. I was raised in this palace, but I left for love.”

You smiled a little as you thought about how you saw Kuchel and Sebastian look and act with each other. “You and her highness have a beautiful love.”

He chuckled. “I fell for her so quickly. She was working in this bar and I just…” He laughed at how nervous he had been with Kuchel. “I might appear confident and smooth, but I fumbled so much with her. She called me an adorable hunk and we started dating.”

You giggled at the image in your head. “Adorable.” You blushed when Sebastian looked up at you. “S-Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” He reached over and took your hand. “Relax a little.”

You yanked your hand away when Levi entered the room. You bowed deeply to him. “Your majesty.”

Levi had noticed the hand-holding and felt something inside him. He walked closer and looked down at his father. “How are you feeling?”

Sebastian smiled brightly. “Perfect. This lovely maid has taken excellent care of me these past few days.”

Levi cast his gaze at you and admired the beautiful colours in them. “Thank you.”

You bowed to Levi as you blushed. “It has been an honour.”

He walked closer when he saw some of your hair slip out from being tied up. He reached over and froze when you flinched. “Are you alright?”

You looked up at him. “Y-Yes, your majesty.”

“I’m just fixing your hair, is that alright?”

You blushed. “M-My mistake.”

He smiled a little as he moved your soft hair. He stepped closer to get a better look meaning he was overwhelmed by your natural scent mixed with a delicious soap smell of honey and milk. He finished putting your hair up for you and pulled back. “There.”

You lightly touched your hair with a soft smile on your face. “Thank you.”

“You don’t wear a bonnet like the others.”

You looked away a little. “That’s because I think I look terrible with it, almost like a baby face.”

He gently caressed your cheek and hummed in thought at how soft you were, how plump and kissable your lips were. “It’s refreshing to see a maid showing her hair.” Levi felt his father’s eyes boring into him. He pulled back from you as he blushed a little. “What are the rest of your duties for today?”

You fiddled with your apron. “Well, it is seven soon and I must go see Sir Reuben.”

“What for?”

You gulped hard. “A meeting. We discuss the day.”

Levi hummed as he studied you, he could you were shaking and the paleness in your cheeks wasn’t right. “Enjoy your meeting.”

You bowed. “Thank you.”

Levi watched you hurry off and felt something sinking in his heart. “You saw that too, didn’t you?”

Sebastian got up and slowly walked over to Levi. “Something isn’t right. I never liked the Reuben when I was here as a kid. He was a snot-nosed brat.”

“I’m concerned.”

“Then do something about it.”

Levi nodded and hurried to the door. “I’ll get mum to look after you.”

Sebastian chuckled. “Alright.”

He walked out of the room and wandered down to where his mother would be. He opened the door and peered in. “Mother? Father needs you.”

Kuchel gasped in delight as she bounced up and down. “Bassy! I have kisses for him.”

Levi groaned. “Alright.” He pulled back and watched his excited mother jump about. “I have an important meeting to go to.”

Kuchel titled her head as she walked with her son. “What’s wrong?” She smiled softly. “Is it your cute maid?”

He opened the door for her. “Yes. I am concerned about mistreatment towards her.”

Kuchel hummed. “You should go to her.” She squealed in delight when Sebastian grabbed her from behind. “Bassy!”

Sebastian growled as he nibbled the crook of her neck. “Come here sugar.”

Levi rolled his eyes. “I’ll leave you two alone.” He closed the door and made his way down to Reuben’s office. He threw the door open to see you on your knees with tears in your eyes and your body shaking. “Tch, what’s going on here?”

Reuben stood up and bowed to you. “Your majesty. I was not expecting you. I’m currently dishing out punishment. Your staff were taught they should respect you and your family. She showed no respect towards you, so I am dishing out punishment so she can remember her role.”

Levi rushed over to you. “Stand.”

You shook your head. “I deserve this.”

He held your upper arm. “Stand, now.”

You welled up and let the tears roll down your cheeks. “I can’t. It hurts.”

Levi picked you up like a bride to see what you’d been kneeling on, rice. He carried you to Reuben’s desk and sat you on it. He pushed your dress up to see rice clinging to your knees. He dusted the rice off to see the damage on your legs and knees. “How long have you been doing this?”

You looked away. “I…”

“You can tell me.”

You shook and started crying. “Forgive me, but I cannot. I fear the punishment.”

Levi cupped the back of your head and pulled it to his chest. “There won’t be any.” He glared at Reuben. “Tell me what you’ve been doing.”

Reuben held his head high. “Due to her refusing you, I talked some sense into her.”

“Sense?”

“I slapped her.” He stared at you. “I told her to come here to my office for a week. Today is the last day. I make her kneel on dried rice from seven all the way until midnight.”

Levi cupped your face and smiled at you. “Close your eyes.” He smiled when you did. “Good girl.” He walked over to Reuben and slammed his fist into his face. He grabbed Reuben’s shirt and yanked him close. “There was only one correct thing you said in your statement. They are my staff, therefore punishment should be conducted by me. Do I make myself clear?”

Reuben nodded. “Yes, your majesty!”

“From now on, she’s with me. If you want her, you go through me.”

“Yes, your majesty.”

Levi yanked Reuben down and slammed his knee into the man’s face. He released Reuben and watched him roll around on the floor. He walked over to you. “I need you to keep your eyes closed, alright?”

You nodded. “Yes, your majesty.”

“I’m going to touch you now, don’t worry.” He lifted you up like a bride and carried you out of the room. “Bear with me for a moment.” He carried you through the halls and down to the kitchen. He sat you down on a counter. “You may open your eyes.”

You opened them to be greeted with Levi’s steel blue ones. You glanced to his strong jawline to see he’d inherited that from his father. You reached out and touched his jaw making him blush. “You have stubble. Are you troubled, your majesty?”

He remembered his sleepless nights since arriving, he had been thinking about so many things with work. He’d not told a soul about what had been going on in his head. “A great burden has been placed upon me. A whole country for me to command.” He pulled away from you and grabbed a cloth. He ran it under cold water. “So many lives that rely on me.” He returned to you and dragged up your dress. He watched your hair stand on end, but the shift of your hips told you no fear but arousal. He glanced up at you to see you nibbling your lip a little. “Could you hold your dress up for me?”

You gripped your dress tightly. “Yes, your majesty.”

He pushed your legs tightly together before lightly wrapping the cold wet cloth around them to cool your legs down. He held it on your legs. “You don’t mind me holding this here, do you?”

You shook your head. “No, your majesty.”

He sighed. “Along with all those lives, I have countless important people telling me what I should and should not be doing. I have others planning who I should be engaged to. I have to marry some rich royal woman I don’t know to make others happy.”

“Such heavy burdens. No wonder you look so tired.” You touched under his right eye. “Perhaps you need a special tea to encourage sleep.”

“Will it be made by you?”

You looked around the empty kitchen and sighed. “It would seem so. There is no one else here but you and I.”

He let a smile slip. “Then I would most welcome a tea made by your lovely hands.”

You inspected your hands. “I fail to see the loveliness within them, your majesty.”

He placed the cloth on the side and took your hands. “Let me show you.” He pointed. “Here, here.” He traced a pattern. “Here.”

You pulled your hands back. “Your majesty.”

He frowned a little at your reaction. “Something wrong?”

You slipped off the side and wobbled a little on your feet. “I shall make you your tea.”

He followed you and stood right behind you. “Have I upset you?”

You shook your head. “Not at all.”

He placed his hand on the counter. “I prefer truth.”

You placed the tea on a tray, along with warm water with soothing herbs. “You are Emperor and I am a maid. The way you touched me would be frowned upon. I do believe in you and what you stand for, therefore I cannot allow things to happen that may lead to misunderstandings.”

“You don’t need to protect me.”

You picked up the tray. “I have worked here for more than ten years, your majesty, I know how people are and the system. I shall escort you to your room.” You left the kitchen and made your way up the stairs. You winced a little at your knees and legs. “Ow.”

Levi caught you as you fell backwards. “You making a habit of falling into my arms?”

You blushed. “No.” You walked up the last steps and moved down the hall to see the stars and moon shining outside. You gripped your tray and blushed when you saw Levi peer around and looked at you.

Levi hummed a little as he processed your actions. He glanced outside at the view. “Do you perhaps like the moon and stars?”

You balanced the tray on your arm and opened his bedroom door. “Indeed. Seasons come and go, along with people but they stay. I know we revolve around the sun and the stars do change, but they always come back. Does that make sense?”

“Perfect. I enjoy how you view the world, but it is also rather sad.”

You walked across the grand room to his bedside table. You placed the tray down and gazed at his massive bed with fresh clean sheets. You looked up at the roof of the bed and the thin white sheets as curtains. “You should drink your tea and rest.” You walked across the room to the closet and opened it to see a room full of clothes. You selected night things for Levi and turned to see him standing in the doorway. “Will these suffice?”

He slipped over to you and touched them. “Yes.”

You moved past him and placed it on the bed for him. “As I said, you should rest.” You approached his fireplace and started a nice fire for him. “The frost is returning tonight, so this will keep you warm.”

Levi pulled his clothes off. “I am grateful.” He watched you tend to his fire. “Maybe I should move you to my care instead of my father’s.”

You stood up and turned to Levi and saw he was only in bottoms. Your eyes travelled over his muscles and scars, along with the prominent V and a treasure trail of black hair going from his belly button and down below the band of his bottoms. You tore your eyes away from him. “I do not think I am qualified enough for that. You are in the care of Charles the head butler, along with Barb the head maid.”

Levi approached you. “You are better than you think you are.”

“We barely know each other, therefore your claim that I am better than I perceive myself to be is false.”

He lightly touched your cheek. “I have observed you this week. You are better than you claim.”

You let out a long sigh and moved to the side of his bed. “You should rest.”

“Tell me if this is asking too much of you, but would you stay with me?”

You gulped hard before bowing your head. “Of course, your majesty.” You pilled back the covers and put his pillow up. “Sit.”

Levi climbed in and watched you tuck him in. “You seem to always go the extra mile.”

You picked up his cup of tea and handed it over. “I go as far as I have been trained to go.”

He sipped the tea and hummed at the mixture of flavours. “Chamomile tea with honey.”

“It should assist you with your sleeping issues.”

He watched you check the warm water with herbs. “I appreciate it. What is that?”

“It is warm water with soothing herbs and plants in, such as lavender. You inhale the steam and it relaxes you. I brought it as insurance.”

He hummed and sipped more. “Please, take a seat.”

You bowed and collected a chair. “I appreciate it.” You sat down and placed your hands in your lap and avoided Levi’s seeking gaze. “Thank you, your majesty.”

“So, you said you had been in this job since you were twelve.”

You nodded shyly at Levi remembering something so trivial. “Correct.”

He played with his teacup a little as he tossed questions around in his head. “Why here? Surely there is a better job position for you.”

You shook your head. “The city is cruel. For young ladies, there is not much you can do. I was lucky that Charles knew my family. Once I reached twelve and money was an issue, he suggested I work for the palace. So, I assisted him here. I did the basics and the Emperor never asked for much. He died a few years after I joined and the palace was rather empty. It became rather cold here. Most people departed because often staff enjoy having a master.”

“Why didn’t you leave?”

You shrugged as you reflected on your life. “Perhaps I felt some loyalty to Charles as he did create a position for me here, or it is quite possible that I am rather taken with this place.”

Levi finished his drink. “What is it about this place you like?”

You smiled a little as memories of seasons coming and going passed through your mind. “This palace is located in the perfect spot. In winter we gain snow due to the mountains. Spring we as covered in a crisp frost. In summer the flowers have spread from the forest and bloomed so brightly and the sun does kiss the ocean so perfectly. In autumn the leaves turn red and orange and flutter delicately in the breeze.”

Levi could imagine it all with the added sparkle in your eyes as you recalled all those moments. “It sounds divine.”

“It is.” You smiled at Levi. “I do believe you will be rather happy here with your parents. There are also many places to explore. If you go through the forest, you’ll come across a waterfall that I do believe has a small cave. You can walk along the mountain paths and see the goats that play up there. If you are not one for forests or mountains, there is the pleasant walk to the seashore where you have your own beach, dock and ships. The city itself is a delight too.”

“Would you give me a tour?”

You blushed a little. “If no other can take you.”

Levi hummed a little at your words. “You’re avoiding me.”

You took his teacup and replaced it with the bowl of water. “It would not be wise of me to become too familiar with you.”

“Are the rules and laws that bad?”

You sighed. “You said before the pressures that are placed upon you. You are already being asked to find a bride.”

He studied you, really studied you and felt comfort in your presence that he’d never felt with anyone else before, but also a small desire that he knew would build in time. “What if I change that law?”

“I’m sure then you’ll be able to marry for love, along with anyone that comes after you.” You giggled for a moment making Levi blush at the sweet sound. “I have always found it a little amusing how royals all marry each other. Surely there will be relatives marrying each other?”

He tore his gaze from you to control his heart. “Tch, disgusting. You’re right though. Some foreign countries have married distant cousins. It’s fucking horrifying.” He blushed and looked over at you. “Sorry for my language.”

You laughed. “Don’t be sorry. You are correct.” You looked around for anyone, but you knew it was only you and Levi. You leaned closer to him. “It’s fucking nasty.”

He smiled. “I like this honest you.”

You sat back. “That was the commoner within me. Now, inhale the steam before the water creates no more.”

He nodded and inhaled what came from the water. “Mm.” He smiled softly as felt his body relax. Images of you flooded his mind and he knew he would be able to sleep well. “Perfect. Thank you.”

You removed the bowl from him and placed it on the tray. “Let me help you.” You stood up and leaned over Levi allowing you to intake his clean soap and lemon scent. You lay his pillows down and pulled back. “Lie back, your majesty.”

Levi lay back on the bed. “I may be asking too much, but could you stay with me?”

“Nightmares?”

He nodded. “Often.”

“I shall stay by your side until I believe you are safe.”

He sighed and felt his whole body relax. “Thank you.” He closed his eyes and drifted off for a while. He awoke a while later to see you were sleeping in your chair. He slipped from his bed and moved you to his sofa by the fire. He covered you with a blanket and placed a pillow below your head. “Sleep well.” He returned to his bed and drifted back to sleep.

As the hours went by, you finally woke up for the day. You blushed at your state knowing the Emperor once again had carried you. You folded up the blanket and place the pillow to the side. You collected Levi’s tray and went about your day as nothing had happened.

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Leonid Konstantinovich Kovar

- A character living in tragedy

While I was out on my daily walk I realized just how like fucked up Leonid's life is and how it isn't really shined apon. Mostly because the last time Leonid had a line of dialogue was 12 fucking years ago

In his adolesence (because this is comics he's not given a difinitive age) Leonid went out on an expadition with his dad where they came across an alien space ship. Fiddling around with the craft it gave off a great amount of energy. Giving him super powers but seemingly killing his father, Konstantin.

He was then taken in by Konstantin's colleague and good friend Pyotr Raskov. Who while treated him like his own son was also the one to get him into the KGB while he was still a child. So

his first appearance doesn't give much (it's a very mediocre story, Leonid was yet to be developed and beyond Wally being a right fuck there isn't anything bad inflicted apon him)

but when he reappears in the new teen titans is when this gets interesting. in the interum Leonid had found a girl and they were hoping to get married soon. With Draut and Perez drawing him with similiar builds to Dick and Wally it's safe to say that Leonid and Maladi in this story are 18 or 17 going on 18.

Maladi had conracted a horrible illness that was not only killing her but would cause rabid cellular deteriation in anyone she touched. Leonid neither wanting his darling to suffer or for her to hurt or kill anyone else he volunteered to kill her. Because Maladi and Leonid only have 1 page where they talk it's unclear wether or not Maladi wanted to die but her final words shared through the doctor suggests that even if she didn't want to she understood the pain she caused by her existance.

jumping ahead several issues Leonid reappears as part of an exchange program between the US and the soviet union. Slightly confusingly when Hammer and Sickle kick down the door of star labs because they can't alow Leonid's secrets to fall into the hands of the US, he joins them in fighting the titans despite his moral objections. However once the cat is out of the bag that the gang of eight are trying to have him assassinated he joins back up with the titans despite it branding him a traitor to his state.

This leads to Leonid trying to ice Hammer because as Leonid says "you stole my life away from me, boris". But in what'll become an upsetting trend he's not alowed to get beyond that initial punch and kick as the titans save him from becoming a murderer.

Leonid's beautiful speech at the end of issue 49 is only slightly undercut with when he shows up once again this has seemingly been brushed over and he's back to living in the late Soviet union.

Inbetween this and his reapperance in the new titans it's assumed that he stayed in touch with the titans as the last thing Leonid and Vic tried to do here was beat the shit out of each other but Leonid later mourns cyborg as his best friend.

I will start to speed up as post titans hunt he becomes a fixture on the titans and there are only 2 examples of Leonid getting traumatized I wanna talk about.

Leonid is reintroduced after Victor Stone is shot out of a rocket and blown up above the icy tundra of Siberia. Where he found Vic's body and brought it to his adoptive father and his science boys to hopefully save Vic's life. They are semi sucessful but due to the state they found him in he's made a vegetable.

Which going off on a tangent it really fucking sucks that Wolfmann essentionally killed off a long time Titan jus so that Garfield and Leonid could be angsty about it.

Back on point. Unbeknownst to Leonid Raskov, ever the nationalist turned the corpse of his stepson's best friend into a weapon's platform for the soviet government. Can you see why I pin Leonid becoming an agent on Raskov?

Leonid is extremely ashamed for what his father has done and to try and get Vic back with his family agrees to "keep an eye on" their new weapon.

when Leonid, Vic and Sarah head back to Russia to try and fix cyborg up they're greeted by Pyotr and a bunch of bootleg cyborgs dubbed the metamen. Once they're captured (because again Vic is nothing but a vegetable in a weapons platform controlled by the ruskis) Leonid finally comes face to face with the man he hasn't seen in atleast 9 years (19 real world years) Konsantin Kovar is alive.

but Konstantin isn't here for a mere family reunion. He hates what the russian federation has become and with cyborg and Raskov's metamen he hopes to bring back the glory days.

And when Leonid is uncooporative because ofcoure why would he alow his best friend to become even more of a weapon Konstantin is resigned to jus turn his own son into a metaman. With the only thing stopping him being Pyotr finally growing a damned spine and refusing to hurt Leonid.

This rebellion however is short lived as Konstantin quickly catches up and with Raskov's continuing attempts to fight back Konstantin has cyborg kill him. And to ensure everyone else dies he blows up the complex for good measure.

After a failed attempt at president Yeltsin's life the woman Leonid had been working along side for all of this I never mentioned shoots Konstantin dead.

Konstantin gets turned into another metaman but this plot never goes anywhere and Leonid never learns of this

so within the span of a weekend Leonid finds out his biological father is alive, nearly becomes a mindless machine, has his adoptive father killed and then he witnesses his biological dad be killed again.

however Leonid persists. With him getting perticularely close to his teammate Pantha and her son Baby Wildebeest. And when he leaves the team they go with him.

While there's sadly very little buildup that I was able to pick up on Leonid becoming patriach of this quite queer little family unit is adorable and I wish we got to see more of it.

after Leonid's departure from the titans he made a few scamp appearances. mainly in the anniversary specials that brought every living titan together.

And then we get to he big one. Infinite Crisis.

Leonid, Pantha and Wildebeest head Connor's distress signal and meet in Smallville to fight against Super Boy Prime. and in the span of 2 pages (really 2 half pages because these deaths aren't given too much space) Leonid loses everything. enraged by the bullshit Prime is spewing Pantha jumps to try and claw at him only to have her head punched off. That head lands in front of their feat. Baby rushes at him but likewise he has a hole punched through him. Before Leonid can properly react Prime freezes him into a block of ice.

and if you're still following this I think you can sense a theme. Leonid's suffering almost always comes from throwing other characters by the way side and treating hem as disposable.

this to me is the most agrivating and aggregious one. With Victor's coma he was able to escape from that in an amazing sory. Baby and Pantha never go that. Pantha showed up one last time as an alternate timeline version of herself aided Booster Gold and Ted Kord in a world overrun by OMACs (which I have my own issues wih but this is about Leonid so I won't dwell), and baby? has never been seen again.

After this Leonid becomes a shell of the man he was. An angry recluse who only stops moping over what's been lost when his country is in danger. And to add insult to injury like Wolfmann before him Geoff Johns reverted him back to basics and made him an agent of the russian government. Despite that making no god damned sense with his history of russia's conservatives.

I will admit I have not read Geoff Johns' teen titans run and with how he butchered my favorite character and turned the other one into a jackbooted asshole I don't ever want to.

But what's important here is the call back to new teen titans 49 where despite how much pain and anguish Prime has subjected Leonid to. Slaughtering his family. Leonid is never alowed to give that cathartic beatdown that would not make all of this worth it but would soffen he blow.

ever since Wolfmann alone started writing him Leonid's life has been a whirlwind of tragedy. But through out all of it. Leonid continued to be nice, kind, and above all a god damned hero. Willing to risk life and limb if it meant saving people.

Geoff Johns did not continue this. the red star that Johns' wrote is not the character I fell in love with. He's a depressed asshole working for the people who made his life a living hell.

I just prey that one day we'll see the real Leonid Kovar again. His last appearance was in doomsday clock where he said nothing and was once again just a russian agent.

Him and Pantha hasn't shared panel space since she died. And that doesn't seem to be changing soon.

But I will not stop hoping.

If you've reached this far I just wanna thank you. This rant is way too fucking long but I needed to get it all out of my sysem. If like me you're a red star fan I would love to have a chat sometime (lord knows there ain't alot of us left). And if you're not a red star fan I especially thank you for reading these autistic ravings about something you care not for.

#leonid kovar #red star #teen titans #new titans #pantha #baby wildebeest #jesus fucking christ this is way too long

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