#nobody even dare to give her eyes or I abandon the fic

[thatdesklamp]

Someone should make IW fanart but just draw hebi in the style of the main character from mystic messenger

[julemmaes]

prologue from a nessian fic I'll never write, enjoy:) fair warning I wrote this while listening to my tears ricochet the long pond studio session on repeat

Word count: ~1.3k

The silence was gripping her lungs in a tight vice and she couldn't get any air in. Panic was seizing her entire body as she tried not to turn around and bolt for the exit. It was taking her every ounce of will to stay put, let them stare—let them judge.

Nesta could feel their emotions, every single drop of hatred and confusion and disappointment. Feyre was looking at her with tears in her eyes, a hand on Rhysand's chair for support, and Elain had stopped serving Lucien, her casserole completely forgotten now. She didn't dare look at Morrigan, or Amren. She knew she wouldn't be able to endure the disgust surely directed at her.

She found the courage to shift her gaze to Azriel, to the one person she'd once trusted wholeheartedly, the best friend who had seen every facet of her heart and mind and had never judged her for it. The only one who Nesta had promised not to hurt. And the only one who had tried to reach out to her every year, in the desperate hope she would one day pick up the phone, reply to a text, come back home.

She had thought she was ready. Her therapist had deemed her current situation perfect to reunite with the family she had abandoned years prior. But now, after having walked in with the same set of keys her brother-in-law had given her, during their weekly family lunch, seemed like the worst course of action she'd ever followed.

Azriel had his eyes closed, his head turned towards the backyard, like he couldn't bear to look at her. Nesta could see his jaw taunt with restraint, his shoulders tense.

She had hurt him.

She deserved his silence.

She was about to open her mouth, thinking she at least owed to these people to start this conversation, when the loud, heavy steps of someone coming up the basement snatched her every thought.

Nesta would recognize his gait everywhere. She knew he was skipping two steps at a time. She knew he was gripping the handrail with his right hand and pulling himself up just for fun.

She knew he would willingly slam his shoulder against the door frame coming out of the cellar and stumble down the corridor to enter the living room with a weak jog.

A shit-eating grin would be plastered on his face and her heart would stop.

Even without a single sense, she would have been able to know it was him. They could take her hearing, her sight, her touch... she would know.

He...

"Found it!" He shouted, then the muffled grunt as he hit the door. A deep chuckle that ran cold through her veins and the hurried steps, and there he was.

He looked so different. And the same. He looked exactly like the man whose heart she'd broken all those years before.

"Jeez, Rhys-babe, this bitch was hidden behind a gazillion other bottles, I had to move mountains to get to it."

From her position near the entrance, he was giving his back to her. He was still oblivious to her presence when he lifted his head and stopped in his tracks at the sorrow and shock on the others' faces.

"What–"

Cassian turned then, noticing everyone was looking behind him, and he stopped breathing.

Nesta stopped breathing.

The bottle he was holding dropped to the floor with an ear piercing crack that made her wince. Nobody moved to clean the expanding puddle of red wine.

Her heart stopped beating, pumping blood, keeping her alive. She was dead. She was sure of it. She was no longer standing there, in front of her family. In front of the man who still had her very soul wrapped around his fingers, even after all this time.

The emotions swirling behind his eyes as his face transformed threatened to bring her to her knees. The utter rage and torment that she knew were storming his mind were enough to make tears sting her eyes, for her throat to swell.

His agony was excruciating. It was suffocating her.

She opened her mouth and only a trembling sigh came out. The only sorry excuse of a greeting her body was willing to grant her.

Cassian blinked, his hand still suspended between them and then he took a sharp breath in. He turned his head to the side, ground his teeth so hard she worried he might break some and looked back at her.

Their eyes clashed together, she felt—for the first time in almost six years—her soul soar, reaching out to touch his. It was like she could see it, the weak, shaking fingers of her essence holding out to his, begging for him to extend any part of him he could.

She needed him to say something. Anything. Put her out of her own misery. She needed him–

"Leave. Get out."

His eyes never left hers as he whispered those words. They sliced through her chest like a sword, every letter cutting deeper than the previous. She was bleeding out on the floor in front of him.

And she deserved every tickle of blood leaving her body in racking slowness. She was desperate for it. She needed the coup de grace to come from him.

She forced herself to stay still, but couldn't bring her chin to lift like she wanted to. Couldn't make her mouthtonguelips move to speak.

Cassian stepped forward suddenly and her chest heaved. They hadn't been so close in so long. So long since she'd last felt his heat like this.

"I said get the fuck out." He ground, a single, lone tear cutting down his cheek. He did nothing to hide it.

Nesta's chin trembled and she gave the slightest nod. She made to step back, her eyes fixed on his hurt face.

I'm sorry.

She let him see it, the apology in them. She begged him to read her like he used to their entire lives.

And he did. Nesta waited for him to do anything with it, tell her it meant nothing. He took her apology and tossed it right back at her face. It now laid on the floor, crumbled at their feet.

It hit her hard then, this had been a mistake. What was she thinking? Showing up uninvited to Feyre's and Rhysand's home, after what she'd done to them?

She cleared her throat and lost the battle, lowering her gaze to his chest. Her eyes narrowed on the tiny outline under his shirt, something that was attached to the necklace he was wearing, hiding right above his breastbone. That pendant, its shape–

Cassian moved brusquely to the side, putting more than two meters of distance between them.

She felt the cold embrace of loneliness sweep her again in its arms. It felt so familiar she didn't even question the throbbing in her chest.

She spared herself the looks of disgust from the rest of the people present and walked to the door, fighting all her instincts screaming at her to go back and implore for forgiveness. Beg for a few minutes of his time to explain.

The sound of a chair scraping on the tiles, followed by another. The shuffle of clothes and cutlery against plates.

"Nesta, wait."

She halted with her hand closed on the door handle.

Azriel.

Oh god how she'd missed him. His voice.

She had missed them all.

"Fuck, no," Cassian's voice came out so angry it startled her as she turned again toward the room. Now both Azriel and Rhysand were standing. Cassian was looking at them, his shoulder raising and falling with his effort to keep calm. When he spun in her direction, his eyes were red, rimmed with tears.

He shook his head, pointing to the door. He averted his gaze, he said, "I don't want you here. So leave. I don't care what Azriel wants to tell you."

"Cass," someone pleaded softly.

Elain. Oh, Elain.

Nesta kept her eyes fixed on Cassian's breaking figure.

"Leave. Please, Nesta, leave."

His voice cracked, her heart shattered.

Nesta tore the door open and slowly walked outside.

She was an empty shell of her persona yet again, hollowed out and bleeding to death on the cobblestone path of that house that had once been her only safe place.

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[warrior-angel]

NOT THE ONLY ONE.

Author: @warrior-angel

Word Count: 3.3K 

Warnings: Fluff, Angst. Flashbacks, Child Abandonment. Female insert. Use of Y/N

Note: Part of me wondered what Eddie would have been like if he had been there from the start, with finding Eleven and all and that inspired me to write this. Eddie is such a relatable and loveable character and I think he really would just wish to take care of those he’s close with.

I wasn’t comfortable with posting the full series I had planned on this. Most of my stuff has been deleted from Wattpad due to a copyright claim issue. ( they stated I copied from a tv show/movie. Even when I tagged it as fan-fiction.) hopefully things work better around here.

➳ All mistakes in this fic are my own.

Summer of 1985.

Leaning against one of the trees in the middle of Hawkins forest she let out a deep sigh, trying to get rid of the pain and the tension in her body, without use. 

StarCourt mall had burned to the ground, and so was the hiding spot she’d found near it.  She had relied on what was thrown into the dumpers behind the mall for months, clothes, food, anything that could be useful and would fit in her bag. Waiting till midnight to go through the mall's dumpsters had been a lot easier than shoplifting or pickpocketing.

She’d tried her best to stay away from police and society as much as possible, staying in empty cabins or run down buildings. It was far from comfortable but it wasn't as bad as sleeping in the dangers of the outdoors, the dangers of Hawkins in general.

Hawkins was a town known for its bizarre happenings, People dying or disappearing, some even returning from death. People knew things were going on but nobody dared to say a word or ask any questions about it.

The less people knew the better, it was exactly why she herself had been running and hiding for so long. When you ask the wrong person the right questions things tend to happen and most times you don't walk away from it without consequesions, she learned that the hard way. She knew the right person, the right questions and even the answers and that is precisely why she ran away.

Cleverness, to think of putting a piece of paper between the door to keep it from locking completely, patiences for the time to pass until it had been midnight and knowledge of the right path towards the exit to get herself out and away from the place she grew up in.

She may have been young but she was far from stuppid, she knew when to speak and when to stay silent that way you heard things others did not although sometimes she wished she'd never listened to those around her at all. 

She was sore and covered in cuts and bruises, every movement making her his in pain. The woods of Hawkins might have had its charm if it hadn't been this brutal against her, the rocks and tree she had to climb came with a new scrap or cut on a daily basis, something that she accepted over time and risked day in and day out for a place to sleep.

Her eyes shot up at the sound of crumbling leaves and snapping twigs. She was on high alert, movement slow  as she tried to process which way to run. her feet carried her backwards in a slow pace, heartbeat running wild as her knuckles turned white from how tight she was grabbing onto her backpack straps.

"Hey!" she flinched at the sudden voice, eyes going wide as she turned around. “Sorry, didn't mean to scare you,” there he stood, a boy not older than herself messy hair, denim and leather covering his arm and a strange demonic picture staring right back at her. “Are you okay?” Her eyes met those of the boy who scared her, giving him a single nod. She messed up, she messed up badly. 

He was looking at the marks on her arms and her face, staring particularly long at the noticeable scar under her left eye “Jezus- what happened,” His face dropped “did someone hurt you?”

“I’m fine” She said, voice hushed. She was nervous, scared, would this guy follow her if she ran? Would he tell people he saw her? “Don't mean to pry and all but you look far from fine.” he stated. “Do you need a doctor or something, I could take you to the police if you want.”

“No!” Her blood ran cold at the sound of police. “No police.” He hummed in acknowledgement, his eyes scanning her as he tried to read her body language. 

“Did you run away or something like that?” He guessed. She didn't know why but her head dipped in a nod just slightly, something that didn't go unnoticed to him  “I’m taking that as a yeah?”

“Yes.” He just nodded his head. She didn't know why she even answered him, two years of silence and running thrown away all because a friendly face looked worried about her.

“So,” he began, “uhm how long have you been running for?”

“Two years.” she was cursing herself out internally scolding herself to stop talking. He looked at her shocked.  giving himself a second to process what she just said. “That’s, that’s a long time.”

“Yeah.” She said softly. “You’re terrified of me aren’t you?” taking a step backwards, he caught up to the reason she was so cautious towards him. “Usually nobody comes out here, so you're safe.”

“You're here.” she retorted, making him grin. “It's a shortcut from my buddy's place back to my van,” he pointed towards where he came from. 

“Lovers Lake.” she mumbled. “yeah, he was sent to jail, again.”

“He’s bad?” she said, looking at him scared. “oh no, Rick's cool, totally cool just uhm, just got caught selling. Was supposed to buy from him to get my supply up again but that’s a big no.”

“You do drugs?”

“It makes sense I didn't really want to take you to the cops now does it?” She smiled at that, her shoulders slumped a little as she realized he wasn't going to call the police on her. 

He offered her a smile “I’m Eddie, by the way.” he said casually, carefully awaiting her reaction. “You can tell me to piss off, you know.” he reassured making her shake her head. “Y/n.”

Eddie had helped her find a safe space to stay in, Cracking open the lock on his friend's boathouse to give her a temporary roof over her head. The space was cluttered, messy but it was a fine spot to hide from people and stay safe from police. Rick was in jail anyway, it wasn’t like he would know. There was a big part of her that thought Eddie only helped her find a safe spot out of guilt, the idea of leaving somebody in the middle of nowhere being something that didn't sit right with him, but to her surprise he came back the next day. Eddie had sofly knocked on the door before coming in, standing in the doorway with bags of snacks, water and even one of his own jackets to give her some form of warmth.

Their conversations were mostly one-sided, Eddie would talk about his band and try to explain the meaning behind his Hellfire club, his shirt finally making sense to her the more he talked about it. Eddie would come around in the afternoon, always having  some form of food with him, sometimes bread or something microwaved he had packet up and snuck out to the boathouse, he enjoyed watching her smile as she ate the food, the idea of her having been running and trying to survive on her own for two years not being something he liked.

As the days passed she grew more and more comfortable around him, so much so that she started to open up.  Her adoptive father used to be a nice man, he always seemed to want the best for her, for her siblings. He always spoke of family, of trust but as she grew older she realized things were not as simple as he told them they were. Her anger spun out of control easily, the older she grew the worse it got and the only one that seemed to be able to calm her down was who she was raised to believe was her older brother, and father did not like that.

Her brother would hush her, hold her and tell her it would all be alright, tell her it was safe and that he would take care of her, that he would find a way to get them out of the house and live a happy life without their father’s rules. He had promised, promised he wouldnt leave her and he still did, he had left her with their father. She spent the next few years on her own, angry at her brother for leaving her behind, angry at her father for abandoning her. She had been nothing more than another child that didn't meet her fathers perfection standards, just like her so-called brother. 

She had cried after telling Eddie, Shielding herself away from his view not wanting to show the tears, he wasn't having it.  Eddie had sat down beside her and wrapped her up nice and warm in a hug while he made a few jokes to get her to smile again only for it all to come crashing down the next day.

“Ricks coming home tomorrow.” Two weeks, that's all she had gotten in the boathouse, two weeks of jokes and laughter with Eddie and now it was gone, she needed to go back to the woods, it was time to run again. She pushed away her tears, and got onto her feet forcing herself to act emotionless. Taking the wrapped candy bars and sandwich Eddie had given her for that day she stuffed it in her backpack, trying to get everything ready to head out before midnight.

“My uncle works night shifts at the factory” she turned towards Eddie, his eyes going anywhere but to her as he continued to speak, “you could take the bed I’ll sleep on the couch or something, I don't know.'' 

“I can't,” She mumbled. The idea of staying close to Eddie was a dream come true, she really did care for the boy but it was not worth the risks. Eddie's eyes meet with hers, the look of rejection not suiting him well.

“Police will notice, and what would you tell your uncle.” He signed in relief, it wasn't that she didn't want to, it was fear that kept her from doing so. 

“It's a big risk and I don't want you to get in trouble because of me.” Part of her knew that if her father wanted to find her he already would have

but the fear of knowing what he’d do if he did find her was holding her back.

“I'm a big boy that can take care of himself.” He said with a grin. 

“Why do you care so much?” Eddie seemed taken back by that question but he answered it nonetheless. “I don't feel like living up to the Munson name,” he stated. “My dad wasn't the best, Wayne got me out of that situation.” She nodded, this was his way of saying he understood her. 

“You’ve only known me for two weeks Eddie and there’s a lot I haven't told you yet, I could be dangerous to you.” If she was willing to consider this things had to be out in the open, especially the danger she was putting him in.

“You do know I’m the town freak right?” he tells her like that was supposed to mean something. “You’re not a freak Eddie.” She hated it when he called himself that.

“And you're not dangerous.”

"You don't have to do this," Eddie insisted on taking the pressure away from packing, grabbing her stuff  before she could. He’d left the candy wrapper for what they were mumbling a ‘I'll tell Rick I came here’ before making her pull her hoodie over her head and taking her towards his van just on the other side of the road. 

Her hands in her lap, bag by her feet and eyes stuck on the road as she anxiously whisted the loose threat of her shirt around her fingers. Eddie kept a close eye on her, trying to find any sign of her getting second doubts but to his surprise beside a usually sense of fear there wasn't any, she was humming along to one of the songs that sounded through the van, the rhythm of the song itself  being far off but it seemed to calm her.

Eddie took a sharp turn into forest hill trailer park, the car shaking from all the potholes and gravel that created a path down the park, Eddie’s speed not slowing until they actually got closer to their end destination, her stomach twisting slightly as he drove up to one of the many trailers in the back and brought the van to a rocking halt.

Eddie looked over at her offering her a sweet smile before getting out of his van, rounding the vehicle until he was at her side to open the door like a true gentleman. “Ready to see my castle?” he said, his usual grin plastered across his face. Her eyes scanned the surrounding trailers, a deep sigh coming from within her as she carefully lifted herself out of the van and swung her bag over her shoulders. 

She stayed close by Eddie’s side, watching as twisted his key in the lock and opened the door to lead her into his home. 

Eddie was immediately running around cleaning up a bit, reaching for empty wrappers and empty mugs, giving her the room to wander the space on her own. The most colorful mugs and baseball caps line the walls, a two seat and an old worn down chair standing at one end of the room as a tv and a folded bed stood on the opposite side. It was messy, but it was a real home. 

Eddie watched her carefully move around, a grin coming to his face as he watched her move down the hallway and towards his own bedroom not missing the smile that came to her as he walked into it.

Again everything was messy, clothes were thrown on top of the dressers, posters lining the walls and guitar picks scattered around everywhere.  She let her bag fall from her shoulders, placing it on his bed without a thought before taking a closer look at the details, the room’s entire aesthetic screaming Eddie.

She walked over to the guitar hanging above the dresser, most of the red and black beauty covering the mirror it was hung before. she was carefully reaching out to strum her fingers of the strings being met with a little tune. “Beautiful.” Jumping at the voice she turned to see Eddie was watching her from the doorway. “Sorry, didn't mean to scare you.”  she looked at him silently, a giggle bubbling up in her at the familiar set of words. “So uhm, what do you usually do at night?” 

“I used the water from the lake to clean up a little, then I ate whatever you brought me.” 

"Bathrooms all yours," he said pointing behind him. Looking from the bathroom back to her he held up his hand in a silent ‘stay there’ before walking around her and pulling out a few pieces of clothes from different drawers. A pair of socks, a t-shirt and some sweatpants that were far too big were handed to her in a kind gesture.

“Hellfire,” she looked from the shirt towards Eddie knowing how much his club meant to him. He shrugged, giving her one of his famous grins before leading her to the bathroom.

“There's soap and shampoo on the shelf, towels are behind the door.” Eddie really was doing everything he could to make her feel safe. “I’ll see if I can whip up something edible.” he gave her another soft smile before turning away and  closing the door behind himself.

Eddie was a good guy he had never done anything to make her doubt him so there was no need to start now. Eddie promised her safety, was it a risk to put two years of running and hiding on the line for the words of a man she’d only known for all but two weeks, yeah, definitely but she trusted him with it all nonetheless.

Reaching over she turned the shower on, water falling from the showerhead and hitting the ground.  The tension in her body fell away from the hot water, body melting into the warmth as it eased the aches. Dirt and dried blood washing away to more she scrubbed herself down, 

her hair turning back to its light Hazel color the more she rinsed it out, watching the dirty water go down the drain.  The cleaner the cuts got the better she could see how deep and how bad it looked, starting to understand the shock Eddie had on his face when they met. 

She had wrapped the towel around herself, her hand whiping the steam from the mirror to get a better view of herself. Dark circles under her eyes, the cuts and bruises on her arms being much more clear now that the dirt was washed away, all the things that she never really stopped and thought about now all came crashing down on her. 

Her hair was longer than she could remember. The scar underneath her eye a reminder of her outburst from when she was locked in her bedroom, the ceramic of her plate having cut her after it smashed into pieces.

Growing up hadn’t always been the best, but things weren’t always bad either, lifting her wrist to her lips, a soft peck was placed over the mark there like she had done everynight in a reminder that where she came from hadn't always been bad. 

A soft knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts. Taking a deep breath she opened the bathroom door, Eddie standing there in the doorway of his own room, eyes scanning her in his clothes. She held the pile of her own clothes in her hand, Eddie reaching out to take it from her and turning around in his room, dropping it carefully down beside her bag before making his way towards the living room where he proudly presented two bowls filled to the brim standing on the counter. “You can cook?”

“Yeah, with Wayne working I had too. all that microwavable shit gets expensive.” he said, dropping himself in one of the seats and patting the one beside him in an invitation. 

“Oh my god.” Eddie couldn't help but laugh at her speaking with her mouth full. The boxed mac and cheese he had made was gone within minutes, Eddie watching her as she ate spoon after spoon full of the cheesy pasta, part of him hating the idea that some boxed food was like a luxury to her. 

Things seemed easy, Eddie made small talk about his ideas of his new campaign, some jokes being thrown across as he watched her smile. 

As he put the empty bowls in the sink he watched her move around the living space, her eyes lingering on the folded bed that stood in the corner. 

“That's where my uncle sleeps.” Eddie stated, turning off the water and leaning back against the counter.  “Is he gonna be mad that you brought me here?” she asked, the sensation of fear returning. “He’s not that difficult, just be honest with him.” Eddie reassured.

There was a lot of stuff she hadn't told Eddie, the fear of rejection because of where she came from only edging on the beliefs she had been taught as a child. “my dad used to say nobody would accept us for who we truly are.” She revealed, trying her way of being honest.

“If he didn't accept you then why did he adopt you?” Eddie stated, his words having been ment as a reasurement. “My real dad used to say that,” she mumbled seeing the confusion on Eddie’s face. “There's a reason my older brother cared so much for me, the same reason father didn’t like our close bond.”

“He wasn’t your brother was he?” a tear at the memories of the truth slipped away from her as she shook her head.  “He was my dad.” She choked on the words, for the first time in years daring to call him what he truly was to her.

Eddie closed the distance and wrapped her up in a hug within seconds, her head gently falling onto his shoulders as she let the warm feeling of comfort he gave her settle in. She was letting Eddie in, completely. 

[dude-why-3]

Hiii, I'm here for Aruani writer game!

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Hi Anna, thank you for the ask!! I'm sorry it took this long to answer but here we go:

Share your favorite part of your latest fic. And since the latest is chapter 11 of wpts, it would be this paragraph:

"What?" His eyes search hers for a few seconds before he says, “We’ll be alright."  Annie’s eyes narrow at his statement. “I know." Armin presses his lips together. He searches Annie's face, takes in her eyes, the black circles that seem to have gotten bigger in the past few days, the way she bites her lips and chews on the inside of her cheeks. The way she digs her nails into her palms, he's concerned she'd soon draw blood. He hesitantly reaches his hand out and brushes his little finger against hers. Annie sighs heavily, letting her shoulders slump and fist unclench. Armin’s eyes trail down to her palm, finding that she's only left a few marks. He sneaks his hand into hers, gives it a slight squeeze, interlaces his fingers with hers.  "We'll be fine," Annie repeats his words, her voice barely above a whisper.  "We will be." He gives her hand another squeeze, and this time Annie reciprocates it. She gives him a small smile before returning to her water droplets, her hand not leaving his.

2. Share your favorite part of your first ever fic

Thing is, I no longer have the original document of my first fic and I have deleted it off of the face of the internet, so I can't really do this one. But it was the scene where Armin and Annie were trying to get closer and he told her he really liked ducks and that they reminded him of her. It was written in 2020 and I think it's the thing that started the whole duck thingy lmao. I later recycled the scene in 'Who painted the sky?' so there's that.

5. Write about Armin and Annie's first meeting (in an au, i'll let you guess which one hehe):

He hears rustling from behind, and for a second thinks it’s an animal, but then the sound of shoes against dirt makes him reconsider. He gazes at his bare dirty feet as he continues his work, dreading whatever interaction might follow. He can only hope it’s just a passerby. That thought disappears when he hears a quiet, whispery voice calling his name. He doesn’t have to turn around to know it’s the mayor’s daughter. He keeps his head low, acknowledging her with a nod but not raising his eyes. Getting in trouble for even daring to be in her immediate proximity is not something he's willing to do today, so he keeps doing his work, raising the scythe and slamming it back onto the ground, dragging it towards him.  The girl doesn’t move one inch, her eyes burning holes in the back of his head. Suddenly, Armin is very aware of his scrawny figure, unprotected by the shirt he's abandoned by the side of the property when the sun got too unbearable. Eventually, he sighs and raises his eyes to her level. 

7. What was the inspiration behind your shortest fic?

My shortest fic is "The stars are beautiful tonight". The inspiration behind it is a winter night with a clear sky and thousands of stars. I tried putting the stars into constellations and then this idea came to me.

9. Which of your fics is your favourite? Why?

It must be Long ago, before we were born, not only because it's inspired by my favourite song from my favourite singer, but also because I wrote while being around my favourite people, so this fic is something really special to me. Also, I really love how I wrote it! Every word fits in its place so perfectly and it feels so intentional and I like the suspense I created in the beggining, when you don't really know what going on.

14. Tell us a detail you wrote that nobody commented on yet

It's a quite important plot point and I'm still hoping someone will figure it out lmao, so I can't do this one, sorry :3

15. Write a hurt/comfort/angst moment between them:

Annie storms out into the hallway. "I got no one!" she berates, her voice almost breaking, as she turns to face him. "I can literally count everyone who gives a shit about me on my fingers!" "Do it then!" Armin says. Annie holds out her hands, her palms facing him, her fingers extended outwards. Then, slowly, one by one, she lets her fingertips touch her palm, her hands forming fists. Her eyes, glassy, pierce through him, going right through his heart, breaking it in tiny little pieces. His eyes widen, and then they narrow.  "Zero," Annie says, her hands now trembling the slightest bit. "I got no one." Armin reaches out and takes her hand in his, caressing it with his fingertips before straightening one of her fingers. Her eyes narrow in confusion.  "You've got me."

[makahimetenshi]

Perfect connection Chapter 6 - Arthur Maxson x Fem Sole Survivor

THIS IS NOT A LEMMON CHAPTER, but theres gonna be more lemmon chapters on this fics. Mostly to make their relationship more intense and passionate. This one would be between chapter 10-11 of the original fic

If you are very very very delighted with one fic and want a continuation I didn’t write or post you can donate me at least $5 bucks, most of this fics have next chapters I don’t finish because lack of motivation but hey a $5 is a $5, I see a few reviews and comments that fics that are abandoned months laters receive comments of wanting to know what happens next. Here it is, I finished my handling with you all, enjoy the fic

-If we are seen together no one is going to dare to bother you at a reunion –Nora agreed, that was a benefit –no one would try to steal the elders woman

-The elders woman? –she asked challenging him by stopping her walk and oblige him to look at her eyes, Nora bited her lip seeing his throat slurp saliva down on nerviosism –do you want people to see me like that? –he blushed, looking to another side nervous he dammed this man fallen in love words like there was no consequences sometimes- gosh I want you to take me by the waist and kiss me…but that’s too much for today right? Not right here? –she laughed and went on walking again.

The image cross his mind and again slurped saliva out of words. God he wanted to. But it was to soon and they would be going fast by doing that so better don’t, maybe behind the doors in a while. Or in the next door were nobody is inside but them.

That idea stick on his mind for the rest of the evening, unable to just shake it off so fuck it, at coming back to his quarters he make a bold move and when they were alone walking in a corridor, he took Nora by the waist and drag her inside a room.

Ignorant folks would say that someone sharp as Nora would not be easy picked up without her instincts reacting but around Arthur she was…calm, she trusted the man to not hurt her at all from the deepest in so much senses, it was a surprise to be dragged inside like that but nothing to react bad besides he was holding her waist up to not let her legs tangle and fall. Both were moved inside a closed room with the lights off and when Arthur stop spinning his head around looking for someonelse…Then it was the two of them only. The man smiled at her, so she did corresponding the smile, maybe sharing the same idea…

Nora quickly cross her arms around his neck, holding, using it to balance, letting the crutches fall to the ground just holding on him, when her knees felt week Arthur will raise her a bit by the waist and back, both leaning their heads at the same time to close their lips in a kiss. This felt magical for Nora, nostalgic, like when she was in high school sneaking inside an empty classroom to make out with some boyfriend now that moments were long gone, buried in time…but good thing romance doesn’t die

She smiled against his lips, and Arthur couldn’t feel more satisfied, god she was happy, comfortable around him, despite the pain in her body and how awkward it must be only holding the weight of her entire body on his the arms she smiled. Lips started to move against each other, little kisses with sloppy low wet noises filling the room, the man adjusting better his arms to hold her better so her legs wont stress and  get hurt. Corresponding the kisses, also feeling super happy to be in this moment with her like this.

-Are you okay? –he asked in a moment both separated for air, Nora nodded with the head and kiss him again, this time she was the brave one to put the tongue up, oh, okay, didn’t plan to go this far but wouldn’t say no. Tried to suppress a moan when she sucked on his tongue inside their mouths and then explore all with the tip of hers, touching even under his tongue stealing another moan from him.

Arthur kiss her slowly, giving long kisses moving his head to change angles and taste more, something about the chemical taste of the lipstick made him hungry of her mouth and the thought of his own mouth covered in red exited him, even his black beard sometime had rest of lipstick but it didn’t matter, it was hot as fuck.

His hands started to travel still holding on her back, she had such a nice figure despite being skinny. Nora gasped in their mouths at his touch and he keep devouring his mouth slowly, tasting it, making the kiss deeper, going eager on top of her, slowly tilting it down holding her waist. Nora was hanging on his neck with confidence. A heat growing in their chests slowly until he realized that if he keep like that…shit no he didn’t want a boner now, too early. Separated, she look confused and hurt until there was like always the comic smile of her, laughing at his face covered in red like every time they make out.

-I know you say it every time…-she mumble with a smile.

-Don’t make fun of me –he said leaving a kiss on her nose- hold on my neck yes? –she did and he knee down for a second to grab the crutches, Nora sighted with disappointed, that means the funny time is over. The man give her the crutches and offer his arm for her to adjust and set herself up, yawning a bit of pain at having to step all her weight on the floor with her feets on her own- are we fine?.

-Yeah –she say setting herself, crossing a bit her eyebrows in pain with her legs, painful? Yes? Unbereable? Meh.

Arthur wouldn’t say anything about it, she didn’t want his pitty, and anyway she was healing well. Just clean his face and beard like usual from the red. Cleaning his sleeve in the back of his leg covered by the coat.

-You are also red –he said also cleaning her face with a bit of spit on his fingers, Nora smiling on how caring he was.

-I wanted to propose something –she said as he worked on her face- tomorrow, a date, you and i

He stopped for a moment, frozen, and Nora saw that.

-Where? Going to the beach with crutches doesn’t sound like a good idea…

-There’s a nice spot unused across the ventibird port –oh he knew what was she talking about- by night, just the two of us looking at the stars, I bought from Teagan a nice wine to test until the night gets too cold.

-Sounds like a plan to me –he said leaving a kiss on her cheek finishing up with the red, ready to go like nothing happened…except her lipstick was a bit more pale than the bright red from before. Doubted the soldiers would notice…

By tomorrow night, Arthur found Nora on the ground of the empty station both agree to meet, sitting over a green military blanket, with another one over her shoulders, it was a cold night indeed, but of course she was counting on his plan of him taking out his coat to cover both and not freeze, spreading it around their shoulders as he sit at her side as she also cover him with the militaryblanket over her shoulders down the coat, double protection against the cold night.

-You know what I really miss from before the bombs dropped? Cheese, wine and cheese was such a threat –she said taking the glasses of wine at her side, giving one to Arthur

-Never tasted it, but I know the process is to make it is really long and tedious…-some books he read there and there…

-I know –she said, grabbing on the bottle of wine- tried to pay a family of settlers to make it, didn’t work, too complicated –that sentence came with a tone of disappointment- the last time I see a bottle of milk was in my fridge five minutes before we have to run to vault 111

Nora open the bottle, serving both.

-Theres bramin milk…-said Arthur, slurping on his glass.

-Its Terrifyingly different –Nora answer, also taking a sip.

-Brahmin droppings are great fertilizer and fuel for campfires so…I know…-he laughed, although she didn’t.

She looked serious at the sky, the night fading with the dark ocean in the horizon.

-I really miss the cheese –despite being awake in the commonwealth almost 5 years she still is very…nostalgic. Then a growl on her stomach, luckily breaking the sad moment

-I can see that –she laughed low, slurping on his wine.

-Too bad we don’t have anything to eat with the wine

-I had dinner, you? –she denied with the head- no wonder why you are depressed about some food then.

-Its not about that –again, she look at the sky, but moved a hand under the blankets to take his, tangling his fingers between, Arthur let himself do, he was comfortable- the only thing that convinced me that I wake up still on the earth and I wasn’t captured by fucked up aliens –what the hell is an alien? Something from comic books? The elder didn’t get it- was the sky, the sky and the stars were the same in the night…I would sleep under the sky in the yard of my old home, maybe waiting for someone to shoot me while sleeping, Preston surely protected and place a watch for me to avoid that, or even protect me from the fucking mutant flys all night…I really needed to see that I was still in the same place, and I would only fall asleep looking at the stars

-You told me a few things about him –at least from what she told him, the man was trustworthy but Nora had a distorted vision about so much stuff.

-Then I saw that…that for moments the sky wasn’t the same anymore –her gaze turned dark, looking at the floor- I almost shat myself when I saw the first radstorm…the light disappearing so fast, clouds so heavy that it would block the sky in seconds, electric thunders so strong that even had their own sound…I run with Dogmeat to…somewhere! I was in the middle of nowhere and I just run and run until we found a rock big enough to hide under, I was so afraid but Dogmeat…wasn’t…and then I understand that this was…normal, that this happens, if it was for him it surely must be! He is a dog! and its an everyday thing-Arthur pick up her fingers, caressing them- he was chill, staying by my side with his tongue out so I tried to calm and stand up, tried to go out in the rain and…it burned-the way her tongue said that make the man spine shiver- the rain burned, I never experienced that before-he look at the horizon, unable to distinguish the sea and the sky- after that exposure I was vomiting the next 5 days until I found a doctor

-Well a rock is not a great place to hide for a radstorm, but I understand it was your first time –Nora lean against his shoulder, placing her head still holding on his hand

-I was so scared that now the word had boiling rain…-Nora breath out, having a very deep sense of disgust on her chest- but from the stars I know I was in my same word –the feel of emptiness where her heart was sometimes gives her hints of pain –nothing could change that

-Im glad you found people to have your back, otherwise you wouldn’t be here –she nodded.

-My second general is a good friend, once I was into a guy and he would insist me so much to tell him what I feel –okletsdomaths so if Preston was around that means it was someone in this almost five years.

-Did you confess?

-Nope, I was hoping that he would confess to me first very eagerly, but he never felt that way about me and to be honest I never did anything to make him fall.

Nora knew they were getting in dangerous territory.

-That guy must be a fool to not fall for someone like you even if you didn’t approach –well about that fool Maxson…

-Im nothing impressive, didn’t catch his attention –well who would be the blind man to not fall under her spells- I was always a five of ten.

-Bullshit –he said and quickly hold on both hands in the air- you are the most beautiful woman I ever see in my life-looking into her eyes saying that was a bit too much for them that still weren’t a couple.

Nora stood there, in silence, surprised, without words -I wasn’t used even before the bombs to be told such things –and it was true, but anyway he told her that with such passion, the man was saying that directly from the heart truly believing it

-You were a catch even back then, goddam you are a lawyer, from what you told me your education is worth thousands of old dollars!  -she laughed, that’s true, and making her laugh make him smile

-Its not very useful now but you are right, im worth thousands of old dollars –the man place an arm around her shoulders, and she lean against him, resting on his chest.

-Whoever you were into lost his opportunity –she went all sad all sudden, that’s when he realized his mistake.

-He lost a lot of things –silence, he hold her shoulder and lean his head on top of her. Sure, that means the man was dead, a long while ago.

-Sorry –he said, Nora place a hand on his chest.

-Its okay, this things happen here.

Arthur gaze darken, she hated the life in the wastelands, how could he make her happy? He lost and suffer too all his life but Nora…knew better…she truly know better…she isn’t used to this like an everyday thing, I mean she is by know but isn’t used to the core

-Better not see what DC turned like –the man raised his glass and take a slurp of wine. Almost empty.

-Don’t tell me that

-It’s a shithole, half of the city is blocked by the ruins and you have to move down the subways

-I went with Nate there on vacations!

-Full of supermutans also

Nora raised an eyebrow- Hostile?

Arthur raised an eyebrow, estranged- most of them, like usual. For me it was like that since I was a kid, didn’t see it go worse than already is by now, well, maybe one time –he take the last drops of wine in his cup- but that is a story for another day

-Come on –she said grabbing the bottle and serving him more.

-It’s a great story, involves Liberty Prime! –he moved around his cup, drinking, then leaving a kiss over Noras head, she smiled.

She knew she felt…loved…she can see this feelings coming from him.

-Easy with the wine boy –the man fill her glass even if she didn’t finish it raising the bottle

-We are fine –he said, Nora chill her glass with his and then drink also, in the moment she moved her glass down he low his head to leave a little chap kiss over her lips, making her laugh- what more do I need to enjoy a good wine than a good company? –she was going to talk but- don’t say cheese

-Mmm –she leave the glass to a side, getting on her knees sitting on her toes, looking directly at his eyes- maybe some Sizzlin' strawberry donuts?

-Oh –he left his glass also a side, sitting better, moving his hands to her waist, caressing up and down giving the woman nice shivers- that can be arranged…

Her arms moved behind his neck, clinging into his shoulders –Ill be waiting the next date already

Both kiss, with a smile, laughing against their mouths, happy to be at each other side, pressing further their hands into their bodys to get closer, soon distances were cut between both and they were kissing stick to each other, moving their lips eagerly

This was fine, the growing heat in their bodys contrasted the cold of the night, besides they were covered by the blanket and oh gosh his comfortable coat under them. Arthurs hands slip down to her hips, holding firmly, Nora move closer sticking her chest to his and oh my the man groaned in her mouth, he loved having her figure against him. Despite that neither were desperate, yeah of course they took some wine and were light of hands, but were relaxed, happy with each other.

They continue with soft wet kisses, slipping their lips doing little sounds, just enjoying the heat coming from the others mouth, savoring the moment, Arthur enjoying touching her wide hips and Nora moving her hands around on his back, loving the shape of his muscles and bones. This was nice,  sharing moments like this often makes the elders mind imagine things. That they feel for each other much more than just their perfect connection in bed, that they could be…more…

The kiss slowly became more…passionate, wanting to devour the other mouth, tongues started getting inside to play with each other, the man sucking on her making Nora moan inside, giving him nice shivers from the sound of her voice, the sentinel biting on his upper lip a few times as her hands moved down to his shoulders, leaning into him to use it as a support, he loved her hands around him, gosh he was her toy. Her legs wrapped around his waist and Arthur again close their mouths in a tongue kiss, sucking again on her tongue making her moan.

Yessssss. This was amazing.

His arms wrapped around her back and Arthur took the chance to intensify the kiss and suck harder, using it as a distraction to pin her down on the blankets now in the ground, protecting her head with his palm, getting on fours over her, Nora just close her arms around his neck and also started to suck his tongue, making the mans head light. Completely submissive over him, having full trust on how he manipulates her body.

Now in the ground and down he took his chance to move and kiss her cheeks, leaving small wet kisses biting down on her neck, she had short hair now because of the injury on her head so her neck was available and he…use it, licking and sucking on spots, playing with his tongue around his teeth in her skin. A loud moan left the woman lips and she knew this was going too far, despite how good it felt having her sensitive neck sucked by spots he already knows by now after so many times sharing the bed the last time they did it outside she ended up with a fever, better not now, not injured at least.

She started to move down and trying to pull him off, moving her arms around.

-Are you okay? –he stopped, whispering on her ear leaving a little kiss.

-Not here…

The man moved away and place a hand on her cheek, Nora wrapped it around hers and leave a kiss on the palm, making the man breath out, she look so beautiful. Both look at the other eyes for a few seconds, until Arthur moved down and leave a kiss on her forehead.

-You are right, lest go to the most comfortable and safest bed in the Commonwealth

-I just need it to be warmer than this –he laughed, getting up and moving to her side, giving her hand to raise up.

-It will be –and she grab it, going up and leaving a small soft kiss on his lips

[giorno-plays-piano]

Okay but what about Orc!bucky and Goddess!reader ..😳🤭 Shes an Aphrodite, I can imagine her looking down and seeing orc!bucky and just craving him. They be a great power couple ...

Hi hun! I'm sorry it took me so much time to write this fic, and, well, since most of us already have some depiction of Aphrodite in mind, I decided to make the reader her daughter. Guess the story turned out something very different from what you wanted, but I still hope you will enjoy it!

Somebody to Die For

Pairing: orc!Bucky x goddess!Reader

Warnings: violence, injuries, angst, hurt/comfort.

Words: 2385.

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"I will fight for you till they cut off my arms, my legs, and my head."

You looked at the warrior in front of you, his heavy body clad in armor, his arms holding a spear and a shield you brought to him yourself, earning a slap from your mother, the goddess of beauty who forbid you to help humans so shamelessly, and yet, you always did.

The man standing in front of you was neither orc nor human but the descendant of the both of them, the only hero who could possibly defeat the evil forces when every other man had failed. He's rough; he's rude; he knew little of honor, but he's the one who still fought when the ones before him had long given up. Despite the prejudice against orcs, now even humans understood he was their only salvation.

You hoped he would survive the last battle. Not just because you needed the human kind to have a savior, a leader, the one who would aid them when nobody else would, but because you had grown found of him, the man you had been guiding for years, helping him to protect those who detested him, bringing him hope when he was ready to give up, embracing him when he no longer had the power to hold his spear. A daughter of the goddess of beauty, you were to bring this beauty to the parts of the world where your tired mother could not, but you brought hope instead.

"Fight for me, and if you win, I will fulfill your wish, soldier." You whispered through your golden mask that covered your face entirely, only your eyes visible to the orc standing on his knees.

Your mother never approved of it, but you had seen people going mad from having just one glance at you, your immense beauty blinding them, driving them insane, making them forgot who they were. It was a curse, not a blessing. It was the reason you wore your mask at all times, only showing your face to those your deemed worthy, strong enough to withstand the charms you had no control over.

You knew your hero wanted to see your face more than anything else in the world.

"I will bring you the demon's head on a golden plate, my goddess."

You'd chuckle at his attempt to please you, but you were scared, you feared he would fail, fall, die in the hands of evil forces feasting upon human kind and threatening to destroy all the gods had created. You could not fight along him, possessing no skills to win that battle; moreover, your mother would most certainly kill you if you intervened, breaking the oath you had given to her. You could only help the hero you had chosen while staying in the shadow.

"Stay alive, Bucky." Those were your last words when you pressed the cold lips of your mask to the orc's forehead, giving him your blessing and hiding the tears behind the cold metal.

If only you could fight, but your hands grew cold every time you touched the hero's spear, unable to wield a sword or a mace. The war was not your domain, all the gods kept telling you when you plead them to gift you enough strength and courage to engage in battle. No, your fate was to shine like a golden statue, blinding all those who dared to look at you, bending them to your will like you mother had always done. They couldn't understand your ardent desire to watch over the humankind and all those who needed your help, spending your time healing soldiers, aiding orphans and the elderly, bringing food and water to all those in need. The gods cared little for mortals. Even when the Great Evil appeared out of nowhere, wreaking havoc on the lands belonging to people constantly praying for gods mercy, the immortals were too busy with their own affairs, realizing how serious the matter was when it had been too late.

When the orc you clad in charmed armor stood in front of the army of the undead, the diabolical creatures with horns and gaunt wings growling behind them, ready to strike, you prayed for him to come out of the battle alive. It was his fate to be the last hero standing between the chaos and all what was dear to the living, yet he bore no responsibility for it - he didn't ask to be the hero, to fight when his spear was long broken, go forward while the undead broke his bones and demons feasted upon his flesh, ripping pieces of meat before the orc could crush their heads with his mere hands. You kept casting spells to aid him, knowing your mother would whip you, but you didn't care, healing your hero's wounds so he could fight until he would cut off the head of the Demon King with his own sword.

Your hero was laying on top of demon's dead body, still holding the head even while unconscious as you sneaked into the field full of corpses, bodies of demons and bones of the undead rotting under the blazing sun. Your hero was dying from his wounds, bleeding so much his skin was loosing its color, and now it was your time to bring him back to the living before it was too late.

Oh, you knew your mother could kill you for stealing the salve meant only for gods to heal their wounds, but you no longer cared. What did it matter if the one who saved you all was to pay with his life for everything he had done to protect the living? No, it was unfair. The orc stood to gain nothing from his heroic deeds, gods being too arrogant to acknowledge him properly, but he had the right to keep his life.

And so you carried his heavy body to the springs, washing his wounds, applying the salve generously and casting as much healing spells as you did in your entire life to keep him alive, praying and hoping the gods would take mercy on him. Yes, he was three quarters an orc; he was barbaric, savage, ferocious, but he had kindness in his heart like no other, agreeing to fight for humans who had always utterly despised him. Despite being a brute, he was kind to children, women and elderly people. He had never lay his hand on those weaker than him, except when they attacked him on their own. In the end, he was the only hero who answered your call when all those you had asked for help died on the battlefield, unable to fight the demons and their army of corpses.

It had been three days and three nights you spent tending to his wounds until his heart started beating like of a living being. You cried your eyes out when you heard it. The salve had finally worked, and the open wounds closed, leaving his body scarred but healed; his breath steadied, and soon your hero would come back to you, you knew. Gods had answered your prayers for the first time.

"Am I dead?" Bucky asked you when he opened his eyes on the fourth day as he saw you tired face, your mask long abandoned the moment you brought him to the springs.

You smiled at him and held him close, his head laying on your lap while you witnessed his awakening, his body covered in salve, making his skin shine like pure gold.

"You are alive and well." leaning to him, you left a kiss on his forehead, brushing his dark disheveled hair out of his face, and the orc made an odd sound as if he were purring like a giant cat. "You will live a long life, cherished and honored by those you protected, I promise you."

"Will you keep that one promise you gave me, my goddess?"

He's impatient, he had always been, and you laughed at his eagerness, knowing his body still hurt, but the orc didn't seem to mind it. Was he unhappy with seeing your face? You didn't think so, and yet, apparently, he wanted something else. Gold? Women? Immortality? The last one would be quite hard, that is if gods wouldn't struck you with a lightning or something just to teach you a lesson to be more pliant and respectful.

"What it is that you want, my warrior? I will do whatever you ask me to if it is within my powers, just like I promised."

"It's within your powers, I'm sure." He grumbled, making you laugh even harder at his unusual grumpiness, touching the tips of his tusks, and the orc laughed at you, too.

"What is it, then? Don't keep me waiting, mortal, for even I grew tired of tending to you over four days." Winking at him in the most frivolous manner just like your mother had taught you, you giggled then, and the hero's face lightened up.

"This is not how I imagined it to be, but who cares, anyway." he muttered to himself and sat up, turning to you and hurriedly searching the pockets of his torn pants, obviously empty after his long, intense battle. "Shit! I've brought you golden rings and necklaces and bracelets, but those flying bitches made holes in my clothes. I should have hidden my gifts under some rock before the battle."

"Oh, you should have!"

He's impossible, you thought as you both snickered, his huge, calloused hands touching gentle yours. He brought you gold? What for?

"Well, whatever, I'll find more for you later if you don't mind, goddess. Will you give me the honor of becoming my wife even if I didn't bring you the gifts?" The orc tilted his head to the side, looking at you as if it were just a mere matter of something minor, unimportant, but soon, as he watched you openly gape at him for his audacity, he quickly bowed his head, kneeling in front of you.

You were speechless. For once, you had never for once suspected of the hero having these feelings for you. Surely, he prayed to you, he respected you as a mortal should respect their deity, he was intrigued by your true appearance you had concealed from him, but his spoke of marriage seemed preposterous. Was it your face again, your mother's charms? No, no, it couldn’t have been it for the hero intended to bring you gifts, wedding gifts, that is. He had come prepared.

Unbelievable. Did his feelings grow while he didn't even know how you looked?

"Forgive me my insolence, goddess." he mumbled, realizing his offer could be a grave offense to you, a being standing way higher than him. "But I can serve you till the end of my days, do whatever you tell me to. If I have survived the last battle and brought people salvation they wanted, I must be good enough, right?"

"Will you serve me even if I am not your wife?" You asked him quietly, looking at your hands covered in the balm you stole from the gods just to heal his wounds, knowing you were attracted to him despite your feelings never being voiced.

For a couple of seconds the orc grew silent, watching the carpet you put him on to tend to his wounds: it had been soaked in his blood that now dried out.

"I will serve you even then." He uttered grimly, refusing to look you in the eyes, his gaze on your hands as he kept sitting in front of you.

Afraid to speak, you fell silent too, wishing to touch him, brush your hand against his disheveled hair. Oh, didn't you want him? Didn't you wish to be embraced by the very hero you spent years guiding and healing so he would continue his journey? Didn't you deserve to be loved, the daughter of the goddess of that very same love you'd been craving for so long?

But your hero was a mortal. You were frightened to even think what gods would do to him for his impertinence.

Oh, evil gods. You spent years to teach and guide the mortal hero they despised who brought the salvation to the lands they were so afraid to lose, and yet neither him nor you were given anything in return. Instead, they were granting you a torture of refusing advances of the only one dear to you.

Please, darling.

Your mother's irritated voice cut through the silence like a knife, and you froze, knowing she was rolling her eyes at you, watching you secretly like she often did.

You have a heart of stone if you reject the man who is standing on his knees in front of you. I grant you my permission if you so need it.

As her mighty voice rang in the complete silence of a cave, Bucky shivered, immediately getting on his feet. Of course, he knew nothing of your mother except that she was a goddess, and he had never heard her voice. It didn't matter to you, though, as you stared at him, dumbfounded.

Permission. She granted you her permission to marry him. You were free to act as you like, knowing the gods wouldn't bring their wrath upon your hero.

"I will have you if you promise to love and cherish me like no other, protect me, and be loyal to me until your last breath." You whispered, your eyes full of tears as you watched him from below while he towered above you, and the next second he was on his knees again, taking your arms in his and kissing your tears away.

"Even if my face will be disfigured, my tongue cut off, and my body dismembered, I will love you till my last breath." his voice was so quiet, yet you heard him as if he were screaming at the top of his voice. "I promise to worship you and come to you aid whenever you need me."

Hurriedly ripping a piece of his ragged, soaked in blood clothes, he wrapped it around your finger like it was a ring he had lost.

"My soul, my heart, and my sword - everything I possess I give to you."

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A Piece of Heaven

Fandom: The Man from Rome

Relationship: Father Lorenzo Quart x Female reader

Summary: Sensing you're troubled by the weight of your secret relationship and its limitations, Father Quart has a suggestion that will allow you to enjoy the everyday freedom other couples take for granted. The question is: do you dare to take this risk?

Words: 4,8K

Warnings: ⚠️ Please don’t read this if the thought of a priest breaking his vow of celibacy might offend you. Smut & unprotected intercourse. And a certain sweater.

A/N: This is my third fic about Father Quart. You can read the previous fics here. This fic doesn’t follow book canon.

@laurfilijames & @lathalea Thanks for your valuable feedback and endless support. A special thanks to @legolasbadass for finding the poem recited in this fic.

His chest heaves under my hand as I place it over his sweaty skin. Under the firm muscles I feel his heart beating fast, echoing my own. I give his shoulder a wet kiss and taste the saltiness on his skin. Still panting, I rest my head on the rumpled pillow. He turns and comes to rest on his side, facing me, and tucks his arm under his head. With the gentle touch of his fingers he trails my skin from the outer line of my breast, over my ribs and lets his hand rest on my stomach.

”You might as well be the death of me, you know that, don’t you?” His face is so close to mine I can feel his breath when he speaks.

”I think you’ll live,” I answer teasingly. ”In fact, I hope you do.”

”And why is that?” His hand abandons my warm skin and cups my chin. A tender kiss dances over my slightly bruised lips.

”I happen to like you, Lorenzo.” A small chuckle escapes me when he manages to look genuinely surprised.

”I would never have guessed,” he murmurs and seals his statement with a kiss that makes the dizziness in my head even more intense.

Gently, he wraps his arm around me and pulls me close. His embrace is warm and like so many times before I wonder how long this is going to last. We have been living in a dream for several months now, ignoring the reality beyond his front door and hiding from other people's condemning stares. Not to mention the devastation that would follow if our relationship, or whatever this is, became known to the church. Nobody can know, not even my own mother. And in a way that breaks my heart. She is slightly neurotic and constantly worried about my happiness. Laying this secret on her already fragile shoulders is something I can’t do.

I always leave his apartment early in the morning, if I stay the night,Which I do as often as I can. It feels like I��m very carefully treading on thin ice, with ominous cracks around me that I choose to ignore, just to be held closely by him during the dark winter nights. We are taking a huge risk by seeing each other, but after all the misery and heartache I’ve been through he is my guiding light, my heart's safe haven and my body's liberator. I have never felt like this before. Ever. And the feeling both thrills and scares me, mixing in a highly addictive cocktail that makes my thoughts bright as the sun itself but also dark as the deepest cave. I’m so scared of losing what we have and as I lay in his arms, breathing in his musky post-sex scent, tears sting in my eyes. As if he could sense the emotional battle I’m fighting, he holds me tighter to his body. The still intense heat of his torso works wonders and some of the pain in my heart vanishes.

”What’s on your mind?” he murmurs against my hair. I know I’m being selfish when the dark thoughts try to drain me, especially when I’m alone at night in my own bed. I sigh.

”Nothing special,” I answer him evasively.

”Don’t lie to me.” His voice holds a scolding tone and when I shut my eyes tightly and hug him back, the image of him dressed in a long sleeve black shirt with the white collar securely in place appears before my eyes. ”I’m holding you close. I could feel how your whole body froze. Besides…”

He loosens his grip around my back and tilts my chin with his fingers, forcing me to look him in the eyes.

”I can hear it in your voice.” He studies me for a few seconds. ”And now I see it in your eyes.”

I close my eyes in an attempt to calm myself, but he interprets it differently.

”Hey,” his voice becomes softer. ”Don’t shut me out. Talk to me.”

”It’s hard.” Words fail me and a silent sob shakes my body.

”Try.” He places a soft kiss on my forehead and when his lips leave my skin, it’s like a small dam breaks inside me.

”Sometimes I just wish we didn’t have to keep… this… a secret. I wish we could go for a walk together. Or buy groceries at the supermarket. I know we can’t, and I accept that. I’m not saying this with the intention of pushing you, it’s just… it’s how it is.” I hesitate, not fully sure if it’s a good idea to say what I’m thinking of more. ”And I wish I could tell my mother that I’ve met someone. Someone who makes me happy.”

”Are you happy?”

When I don’t immediately respond, he adds, ”I know this is a terribly complicated situation for both of us, but for different reasons. Do I really make you happy?”

My heart stings when I hear his words. The tension behind the question is undeniable.

”Yes,” I breathe. ”I am happy when I’m with you.”

Silence spreads over his bedroom like a comforting blanket and the city’s lights and noise seem to fade. Even the silhouette of the Cathedral’s ever watching towers seems less judging.

”You make me happy too.” His warm words manage to nestle theirway into my aching chest and soothe my racing heart. He cups my chin and places his soft lips on mine, gentle first, but as I kiss him back, he hungrily demands more and lets his tongue seek mine in a sensual dance that makes me temporarily forget all the things I just have said. When I break the kiss he looks me seriously in the eyes.

”I’ve been thinking,” he says tentatively. ”I don’t know if it’s even possible, for either of us, but I would love to try.” I’m filled with anticipation just by the sparkling excitement in his eyes.

”What do you mean?”

”What if we could go away somewhere, like an extended weekend or so. To a place where no one knows us and we can be less… careful all the time. Would you like something like that?”

My heart skips a beat and I beam at him. ”I think it’s a wonderful idea. I’m sure I can get some time off, but can you? I mean… I’ve never thought about it, but you work six days a week. Are you allowed?”

”Yes,” he says with a small chuckle. ”Even in my profession we need time to recover. Of course I’m allowed to have time off and go on vacation, just like you. I just need someone to cover for me, but that is usually not a problem.”

“I hope we can do it soon. And even if we don’t, the fact that you asked me means more to me than you might think.” I swallow the emotional lump in my throat, threatening to make me cry.

“It’s very late. Let’s not make plans right now. We both need to sleep.” I can hear the happiness in his voice as he comforts me. Wrapped in his arms, my body finally relaxes and when he peppers my forehead with soft kisses, I close my eyes and let myself drift into a restful sleep.

Four weeks later, I feel almost like a criminal on the run, trying to act normal and blend in at the airport. We sit on opposite sides of the gate, doing our best to ignore each other, pretending we don’t know each other. It’s all part of the agreement. Separately we can explain our presence at the airport, but together? Much harder. But we could not resist the temptation of sitting next to each other for the almost two hours long flight, so we picked seats far in the back as we checked in online.

After Lorenzo pulls off his coat, he neatly folds it and tucks it away in the overhead locker right above our seats. The hem of his creamy white sweater rises to reveal just an inch of skin above his jeans, but enough to make me gasp, and when he takes a seat next to me, I lean in and whisper, ”That sweater looks almost illegally good on you.”

As the announcement for 'boarding completed' is heard over the speakers, we discover that we are the only passengers on this row. Happily, I slip my hand into his. We have a chance to steal this moment, behave like a normal couple and he gives my hand a gentle squeeze.

We arrive atour carefully selected destination, and from the sky it looks like an endless white wilderness. As the plane goes down for landing I’m offered a stunning view of deep forests, covered in snow, and several large open areas that I can only assume are frozen lakes. It looks like a postcard, fluffy, inviting…and cold. There's definitely more snow here than back home.

The older man with a weather-worn face at the rental car desk smiles warmly when he hands over the paperwork for Lorenzo to sign. Then he puts the keys on the desk and explains the way to the garage. When we are done, he wishes us a great stay and addresses Lorenzo politely as Mr. Quart. I bite my lip in an attempt to prevent the giggle slipping from me as it hits me how strange it is to hear someone use the less formal title. Back home, he’s known as Father Quart, nothing else. He shoots me a sideways glance and places his hand at the small of my back as a silent reminder. The small gesture is so fleeting but it means the world to me.

As we find our way out of the garage and the monotone voice of the GPS helpfully guides us to the main road, I study him shamelessly. Behind the wheel of the large SUV, with stylish and no doubt expensive sunglasses and the casual outfit that makes my mouth go dry, he looks like he comes directly from a photoshoot for a magazine. A smirk forms in the corner of his mouth and he casts a glance at me.

”What is it?”

”You are way too good-looking to be a priest,” I sigh honestly.

He bursts out in a contagious laughter and I can’t resist joining him. It’s liberating after all the tension to get to this point.

”You know, you’re actually not the first one to tell me that.”

A sting of jealousy shoots through my heart before I can react and I abruptly stop laughing. He glances at me again.

”The archbishop once said almost the exact words to me. He also told me that if a priest can keep women out of his bed until he’s fifty, then the chances to save his soul increase enormously.”

”Did he really say that?” I look at him, shocked and full of doubt.

”Yes,” he answers and smiles as he sees the look on my face. ”I think he meant that after fifty no woman would find me attractive enough.” His hand lands softly on my thigh and caresses it gently. ”If I hadn’t met you, I would have made it.” No hesitation lingers in his voice. No regrets. Still, the nervous knot that never really rests now stirs and silently seeks my attention like an unwelcome visitor that shows up way too late at your doorstep. I look out over the snowy landscape that passes outside my window and with a deep sigh and as steady as my hand can be I place it over his warm fingers that are still caressing my thigh. This is our vacation. Together. I will not let my stupid mind ruin any of it.

I turn to him again and say in what I hope sounds both honest and playful at the same time, ”I’m sorry if I have ruined your chances for salvation.”

”You know what?” That special softness that reminds me of velvet against my skin and always makes my heart flip fills his voice again. ”I want it just as much as you do. It’s not as if you forced yourself upon me. It was very much mutual.”

”It makes me happy to hear you say that. Sometimes I think about what people would say about me if they knew. They would for sure blame me for seducing you. A man with your status can not do anything wrong, according to many people.”

He doesn’t respond to that, but he doesn’t have to. We both know I’m right; the evil seductress always gets the blame. I turn my attention to the large touch screen placed between us and I swipe until I find some good old rock classics, perfect for driving and when I see Lorenzo picking up the beat and drums at the tight leather wheel with his thumbs, I smile. It’s a blessing to see him carefree like this and it warms my heart enormously. Our GPS shows an estimated time of a little over an hour until we reach our cabin and we continue our journey in silence. The low sound of the engine and the now warm leather seat makes me drowsy and at some point I must have fallen asleep because I wake confused by Lorenzo’s low voice against my ear. He places a small kiss on my chin and chuckles.

”Am I that boring to travel with?” He grins when I shake my head a little.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. If you need rest, then rest. It feels good to know that you can relax when I drive. I take it as a sign that you felt safe rather than exhausted. Come, let’s see what it is that we have rented.”

When I step outside the car, I fill my lungs with the cold and crispy air. White smoke seeps from my nose when I breathe and the snow makes a lovely crunching sound under my winter boots as we walk along the shoveled path to the cabin. Surrounded by a few sturdy trees, it rests on the slope of a mountain, overlooking a small lake where the water sleeps under a thick layer of ice and to frame the picture, the pale winter sun shines over us and it all makes my heart sing with happiness. Lorenzo enters the code to the door lock, and after a few seconds, we stand in the warm hallway.

The cabin is the very essence of coziness. Even if decorated in a vintage style, the furnishings are new. It’s a perfect combination of old and modern with an open space and I can’t really tell where the kitchen ends and the living room starts but against one of the walls sits a large fireplace. A pile of wood rests in a basket next to it and I sigh longingly as I picture it lit.

“We really should get the luggage inside and then drive down to the store we passed on the way.” He wraps his arms around me and smiles and in his eyes a teasing light flickers. “Not that you would know anything about that.”

I give him a kiss and smile, “No I don't. And I have a feeling you’ll keep reminding me about it.”

An hour later, the counter is filled with supplies from the local store and while Lorenzo lights the fire I put away all the food. How much did we actually get? I giggle to myself as I realize we probably could feed a family of four with all this. When the counter is empty I watch Lorenzo as he sits down on the large sofa.

”Would you like something?”

”You mean besides you, right here next to me?” He pats the sofa and gives me that inviting smile I never will be able to resist. ”How about that hot cocoa you promised me at the store? Family recipe and all that?”

His suggestion sounds perfect to me. It’s been years since I’ve made it.

”Coming right up. Both me and the cocoa. Just give me a few minutes.” I turn my attention to the task of creating mind blowing cocoa for that gorgeous man on the couch. When I’m waiting for the milk to heat up my gaze is drawn to him like so many times before. He seems absorbed by something on his phone, deeply focusing with a small frown. Steam rises from the two large mugs when I place them on the small table in front of the sofa and I sink down next to him. He puts down the phone and eagerly smells the cocoa.

”I love it already!”

”Did you read something special? You looked absolutely captivated.”

”Yes, I read an interesting article about internet security and hacking of large, well-known organizations.” Not really the answer I was expecting and it must have shown on my face. He smirks. ”What?”

”Nothing. You just surprised me I guess.” I offer him an apologetic smile and he gives out a soft laugh.

”I seem to do that a lot. Sometimes I wonder if you think I live under a rock. You’ve seen my home, it can’t come as a surprise I’m into tech.”

”Did you finish the article?”

”No. I can do that later. It’s not that important.” He puts his arm around my shoulders and pulls me closer to him. ”I need you more than anything. And this.” He reaches for his cup and I watch him gently blow on the cocoa before he takes a sip. A humming approval follows and I take my mug, bring it to my lips and carefully taste it.

”This is so good.” His tongue wipes his upper lip clean from the whipped cream that accidently was left and I can’t resist placing a soft kiss on his lips.

”Read it to me.” A sudden, slightly egoistic idea appears in my brain and is out of my mouth before I know it.

”What?” he says with a frown that mirrors the doubt in his eyes. I turn on the sofa, pull up my feet and snuggle up against his warm chest.

”Please,” I beg. ”Read for me. Anything really. That article if you like or anything else.” I place my hand over his heart, his creamy white sweater soft against my palm and I breathe in the scent of him. He smells of that earthy shower cream he loves, the one I borrowed after the first night I slept in his bed and used to wash away the evidence of our lust-filled night.

”If that is what you want, then I’ll read you something. But I think poetry is more suitable for this.” He reaches for his phone. ”I read something, not long after the first time we were at my place…together.”

His voice falters ever so slightly at the memory. ”Back then it made me think of you. I haven’t really thought about it since. Let me see if I can find it.”

As he searches his phone, I watch the flames licking the wood and slowly consume it. The cracking sound of burning wood is the only sound that can be heard, so very different from the noise of the city that rarely sleeps. It’s so peaceful and I feel truly blessed being here with him.

”Here it is,” he suddenly says and I curiously turn my attention back to him again. With his free hand he gently strokes my hair, bends down to kiss my forehead and clears his throat.

”Like I said, this made me think of you,” he murmurs and I’m not sure if he’s talking to me or to himself at this point. ”It’s written by Pablo Neruda.” When he starts to read his voice drops to the dark seductive register that makes my senses tense in anticipation.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

He buries his nose in my hair, and I can feel him taking a deep breath, humming against the roots and affectionately grabbing my locks.

I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

His hand travels over my back, setting my skin on fire not only with his words but with the eagerness in his touch, and he pulls a harsh gasp from me as he digs his fingertips into my flesh.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, the sovereign nose of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

With his hand pressed firmly against my back I feel the undeniable heat assault my core as he continues.

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,

hunting for you, for your hot heart, like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.

The last sentence is no more than a purr against the skin on my face and his lips vibrate against me as he speaks.

”You make me very hungry.” He drops the phone on the floor and cups my chin firmly. Then his lips meet mine and the mouth which just read such a beautiful and seductive poem now demands my full attention as his skillful tongue delves into my mouth for a heated kiss. I taste the cocoa on his lips and the eagerness and heat in his movements floors me. When he breaks the kiss, I pant longingly against him.

”I love your voice, Lorenzo. I always have, from the first time I heard you performing mass. I can listen to you forever.” I feel slightly embarrassed to confess my fascination with his enchanting voice that I’ve heard so many times, but in my heart I know it’s true.

”Is that so?” he groans and gently pulls my lip between his teeth.

”Yes.” My answer seems to darken his eyes and even though I’ve seen it before, it never fails to ignite my burning desire for him. I sit up and determinedly grab the hem of his soft sweater and pull it over his head.

”Even if I love you in this, you look even more glorious without it.” In the warm light from the fire his skin seems almost like amber. The soft hair tickles my fingertips as I trace the firm shape of his pecs. Soon his hands caress my heated skin, my own sweater joining his, carelessly discarded on the floor. My bra disappears in the same direction and I feel the heat licking my skin as his eyes roam my body.

”I can never get enough of you,” he murmurs huskily before he adjusts me so I can fall backwards on the soft pillows with his body covering mine. A restrained moan escapes my chest when he uses his weight to capture me underneath him. Instead of returning to my mouth, he pauses and watches me intensely. Trapped under him, I helplessly stare into the depths of his eyes, panting with excitement. He bends down and kisses the sensitive parts on my neck, slowly moving lower to cover the skin over my collarbone with a pattern of wet kisses. I moan and run my hand over his hair, feeling the shortly cut hair on his neck. The stubble on his jaw scratches my skin as he kisses his way down my chest and when his lips reach my breast I arch my back in an attempt to get him to grace my skin with more contact. Recognizing my needy movement he lets one of his hands glide over my ribs and then gently, finally, cups my other breast. His thumb teasingly brushes over my nipple, sending a shiver over my skin, and it stiffens instantly under his touch.

”Your body is so incredibly receptive,” he murmurs against my skin. The tip of his tongue flicks repeatedly over my hard little peak and when he catches it between his teeth I whimper loudly. He lets out a throaty groan, continues his treatment and soon he has me trembling with want under him. Heat floats between my thighs like a stream of molten gold and I try to grind against him to ease the pressure.

”Lorenzo please, have mercy.”

My words seem to fuel his arousal and now he’s eager to undress the lower parts of my body. As he pulls the remaining piece of fabric off me his eyes gleam in the dim light, like on a predator searching the river banks for its prey. Then he unbuttons his own jeans and I heave myself on my elbows to catch a glimpse of him, but he instantly pins me down against the rough surface of the sofa.

”You’re not going anywhere, my dear. I want you like this.” The raspy sound in his voice causes my heart to race mercilessly. With a demanding lock in his burning gaze he lowers himself over me and the silky skin of his member rubs teasingly against me.

I feel my own arousal, hot and slick, when I spread my thighs wider, inviting him even closer to me. Lust bubbles in my veins but he seems determined to drive me insane as he lets his tongue dance over the sensitive skin on my throat and side of my neck. He stops right under my ear and his restrained breathing makes me dizzy with want.

His voice is hoarse when he murmurs possessively, “Do you have any idea what it does to me, feeling your rushing pulse like this?” He presses his lips and tongue against me again and gently trails the skin on the opposite side of my neck with his long fingers. His weight on me makes it harder to breathe but I can’t get enough so I tighten my grip around him and let my fingers dig into the hard muscles of his back. He hums approvingly and makes a small movement with his hips, pulling a desperate moan from me.

“Please, I need you.”

“I know you do. But not yet.” Purposefully he presses himself against me and I hold my breath in anticipation. He is right where I want him, he just needs to push a little and my slickness would guide him to my body’s flaming core. But instead he keeps teasing me with his thick top and all I can focus on is the heat pooling inside me and the cure for my approaching insanity, just beyond reach.

“Oh Lord,” I whisper as he gently grazes his teeth against my neck and leaves the skin slightly sore. Something shifts in him and I feel his body tense for a few seconds. Then he forcefully enters me with a threatening groan.

“I can’t have you whispering His name. Your pleasure belongs to me and I don’t share.” My throaty cry is all I can give him as an answer when he stretches me in the most heavenly way. He rests his hands on either side of my shoulders, and shivering with excitement, I meet his blazing gaze.

“You are my good girl, remember that.” The tone is stern, but in the corners of his mouth I see traces of a smile he can’t really hide. I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him down to kiss the lips that more times than I can count have driven me mad. His claim on my body is merciless.

The heat from the fire and the raw passion we share blend together and fuel the undeniable feeling building in my core. Blindly, I chase my blissful release as Lorenzo slams his hips against mine and buries himself deep inside with every thrust. The sound of our bodies' mutual eagerness fills the room and the liberating knowledge we share about the cabin’s remote location makes us both more verbally daring. When he rasps my name with a feverish expression in his eyes, I know he’s just as close as I am. I can hear it in his heavy breathing and I feel it in the desperate intensity of his movement, which is the push I need to finally clasp around him with a flood of incoherent praise and with only a few more thrusts he follows me over the edge. Stars explode before my eyes and the relief echoes through my body and leaves me drained under his overheated form. Still panting, his lips seek mine to seal the emotions reflected in his beautiful eyes.

”You mean so much to me,” he sighs as he breaks the kiss. ”And now I really need a shower,” he then says with a grin and affectionately caresses my hair.

”Make it a cold one and I’ll join you.” I smile back at him and let my hands glide over his sweaty shoulders.

As the cool water pours down my back, he pulls me close and covers my lips with his and to the sound of the water splashing around me I lose myself in his kiss. My heart thrums happily.

This is your piece of heaven.

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SMPEarth Fanfics

There really isn’t that much fic for SMPEarth so I decided to make a post with a bunch. Some of these are my own, but most aren’t. Long post, so under the cut. I haven’t read all of these myself yet.

MY FICS:

playing imitation games - JoshA20 character study, largely based on the ARGs of SMPEarth. (Oneshot)

and if they laugh at me, i’ll make your heart my home - In an AU where Deo is exiled from Business Bay and joins AE, he finds comfort in Wisp among his new cold & hostile home. (Oneshot)

i’m so sorry (returns) - Slightly canon divergent (just timeline changes, shifting events around). Wisp apologizes for abandoning Business Bay. Deo is upset. (Oneshot)

OTHERS’ FICS:

The Stars Still Love You (They Always Will) - c!Tommy gets sent back in time to SMPEarth. (40/?)

off with their head (wait, are you serious?) - Caught in the middle of the war between Business Bay and the Empire, Charlie has to face his friend, Wilbur, on the battlefield. (Oneshot)

To cure it of sorrow would destroy it - An immortal god, Deo, grows attached to a mortal named Tommy, and is devastated by his death at the hands of a traitor. (Oneshot)

we are the crossroads - Technoblade overworks himself on a particularly scary night at the Antarctic Empire. Phil helps. (Oneshot)

the criminal from korea - Charlie got banished from New Zealand, and lives alone in his country, Kpop. Jack, a leader of the island nation, pays him an unexpected visit to apologize, much to the dismay of the other two New Zealand Soots. (Oneshot)

step one, light me on fire - On Day 19 of Charlie's SMPEarth history, he was named the first and only criminal of New Zealand. (Oneshot)

Letters From Another Millennia - Tommy and his family move into a new house in a small village, it is said to have sheltered magical creatures hunderds— maybe even thousands of years ago. What happens when he finds old letters hidden underneath the floorboards and decides to write responses to them for fun, but ends up getting in touch with a certain someone from the past? (2/15)

Before We Get Older (Let’s Do Everything) - The happiest Deo has ever seen Tommy, he thinks, is right now, as he looks over at Tommy from where he’s lounging in the co-pilot’s seat. (Oneshot)

Misunderstood Emperor - The Antarctic Empire is a grand but isolated country. It plays by its own rules in the grand scheme of things, but one thing is for certain. They are powerful extremely powerful. Ruled by their Emperor Technoblade, who is a mystery to everyone. There are several legends that have told people stories about the great Emperor but none ever tell as much as people would have liked. As one of the immortals, he is a legend in that part. But it's something more for his people and the world. He is a god, The Blood God. He not human as he is above them. This is great and all but what happens when Antarctica is forced out of isolation and people really start to meet the ruler himself. Is he anything they thought him to be? And is being called a god as good as people imagine? We shall see... (2/?)

it’s just a waltz (i’d give you anything you wanted) - After a successful battle campaign across the globe, co-emperors Technoblade and Philza take a reprieve in their mountain palace they call home. A reprieve means a break. Avoiding work. Techno struggles with this, so Phil takes matters into his own hands, and orchestrates a simple, fun plan to help Techno loosen up. (Oneshot)

Moonglass - The Antarctic Empire has long since peacefully disbanded- really, there never was an Empire in the first place. A means to an end and nothing more, their work was done and they retreated back to where their simple work waited in the southern snow. That is, until one day, when Commander Philza Minecraft is nominated to be part of the first group of players to land on the moon. Just a simple trip to survey the land, to evaluate what could be built there one day.... The reports never mentioned the dragon. (7/7)

Snow Angel - The Angel Of Death, now more than ever, is faced with the prospect of eternity. He selfishly hopes he will not fly it alone. (21/21)

Earth and Its Connotations - If things were different, if time had been a little more fluid when her hands had set events into motion, then we might have watched a completely new story unfold from the start. Dream has a question to ask of one of his friends, and that friend has an answer. The butterfly beats its wings and a hurricane brews in the far reaches of the arctic north. (Oneshot)

The Cold Brings People Together - No one would question the bond between the leaders of the Antarctic Empire. Some would call them thick as thieves, birds of a feather, peas in a pod, bolder ones would even call them like a father and son, others would run in fear at the titles 'Blood god' and 'Angel of Death'. Everyone knew that to get to Techno you would have to go through Phil and to get to Phil you would have to go through Techno. The question on the more curious, more daring peoples' minds was, how did the two get so close? (Oneshot)

for dust thou art - The Antarctic Empire's civilization fell long ago, it's cities in ashes and it's kingdom fallen to dust. The ruins are precarious and no one dares trod to the arctic to pick them over. No one, that is, except for you. The ruins of an empire beckon at your mind like the claws of a beast. (Oneshot)

hell hath frozen over. - in a world where not one angel showed him warmth, techno finds life in the arctic thrall of Death. (Oneshot)

Why Did You Return. -  And even as Deo brought the feared Midas sword to hiss neck, he couldn't find himself to feel any fear. The only emotion he could feel was raw regret, and acceptance. He knew he would relinquish his life to a God-slayer, a renowned fearless being, who would stop at nothing to protect those who he considered family. He would lose his life to TimeDeo, once a brother, now an enemy, and Wisp could not bring himself to feel any fear, only the relief that it was someone he still deeply cared for taking the anger out on him in a way he deemed justified, and there was no fear. Only the cold accepting that this was the end. (Oneshot)

I Wear The Chain I Forged In Life - “Oh,” Doomsday says. “We’ve run out of time.” “Doomsday, please, just tell me how to stop this,” Tommy begs. Doomsday does not meet his eyes. “I wear the chain I forged in life, TommyInnit. I made it link by link, yard by yard. Let us hope you’ve done the same.” (Oneshot)

old friends, old scars (new starts) - After betraying him during SMPEarth, Wisp joins the Dream SMP to offer his alliance to Tommy once more. (Oneshot)

After What I Did, How Could You Not? - Nobody had heard from this world-conquering Empire in quite some time. It had been months since Phil or Techno had spoken out for their kingdom and even Newfoundland had been wondering where they’ve gone. Tommy seemed to know, but he didn’t seem keen on sharing. (Oneshot)

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Have a nice day/night/dance battle with the peacocks! :D

Alright, since you are a) very cool and fun and b) you took the time to send such a lovely message, I’m going to give you a part of a fic series I started many moons ago and abandoned for other things

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Hatter Has Definitely Kissed Every Executive At Least Once And This Is How It Went:  Ann Edition 

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Rating: PG-13

Tags: Alcohol, shenanigans, everyone’s cutting loose, mild reluctance (but these people don’t turn down dares so y’know)

Summary: As a “team building” exercise, all of the Executives have met for a little get-together; and with alcohol and a rousing game of “truth or dare” involved, what could possibly go wrong?

“Ann,” Chisiya says, “truth or dare?”

Ann sighs.  Her red-lacquered fingernails tap rhythmically against the green of a beer bottle, the glassy sound barely audible above the chatting of the half-drunk executives.

“I already told you, I’m not playing.”

“The fuck you aren’t,” Niragi snaps, grip on his rifle tightening as he downs another shot of vodka, “no skips, that’s the rule.”

“If I had to do it, you have to do it,” Keiichi offers mournfully, taking a sad sip of bourbon from a crystal-cut glass, “it’s only fair.”

Ann turns her attention towards Hatter.  He’s taking a healthy swig from—ew, is that a bottle of peppermint schnapps?  She wrinkles her nose in disgust as he raises his eyebrows in a suggestive arch.

“This is a terrible idea,” she tells him for the fourth time in the last hour, “and you should feel bad for making us do this.”

“Ann.  Sweet, darling,” Hatter takes note of her unimpressed grimace, “angry Ann.  This is all an exercise in trust.  A way for all of us executives to bond.”

“And because he loves the drama,” Aguni adds.

“I really do,” Hatter says wistfully, “So, come on.  One round and then you can go back to summoning demons or whatever you do in your little basement crypt.”

Ann sighs.  Everyone is looking at her with expectant eyes.  She finishes the rest of her beer and puts the empty bottle on the table.

“Fine,” she says, “One round, and then I’m leaving.”

“The ice queen giveth in,” Chisiya says, the corners of his mouth turning up onto a mischievous grin, “So, pick your poison.  Truth...or dare?”

“Dare,” Ann says coolly, and the room erupts.  Even Last Boss, who had been lurking in the corner until now, gasps.  In a rare show of camaraderie, Niragi slaps Chisiya on the back and tells him to ‘give that bitch a good one.’

Imbeciles.  All of them.

“Everyone gather ‘round the table,” Chisiya purrs—yes, purrs—as he looks her with a twinkle in his eye, “because this particular date involves each and every one of you.”

“Even me?” asks Last Boss.

“But of course,” Chisiya says, “we need everyone if we’re going to play...spin the bottle.”

Ann feels the blood drain from her face.  Oh, this little blond twerp is despicable.  He is evil and terrible and—

“No re-spins.  No backing out.  The kiss must last a minimum of five seconds, but it can go longer if you feel so inclined.”

“I won’t,” Ann answers curtly.  There is not a person in this room she could ever want to kiss.  (Except for Mira, but.  Well.  That’s a thought for another day.)

“I don’t know,” Niragi says with an exaggerated flick of his tongue, the silver piercing winking at her in a supposedly seductive manner, “once you get a taste of a real man, you might find yourself hooked.”

“Perhaps Niragi wouldn’t be so bad,” Mira muses with a serene smile, “his oral fixation is off-putting on the best of days, but it might translate well to a more intimate experience.  That is, until he starts talking again.  Then it’ll be terrible.”

Niragi’s face twists into a sharp scowl as he tries to sputter a comeback; drunkenness and embarrassment have apparently robbed him of his mental faculties, so he crosses his arms over his chest and pouts.

“Alright, let’s get this over with,” Ann says with a huff.  

She places her empty beer bottle, label-side down, on the long wooden table.  For the first time this evening, everyone is silent.  Honestly, it’s kind of nice—it would be better if she didn’t have to end up kissing one of them, but, beggars can’t be choosers.

“You know,” Ann says, “there is a possibility it could land on me.  Does that mean I don’t have to kiss anyone?”

“That means you get to choose,” Chisiya says, “which...well, that will most certainly add some spice to the night, wouldn’t it?”

“Very evil,” Aguni concludes with a nod, “I like it.”

Hm.  Well, it was worth a shot.  

With one final, annoyed sigh, Ann places her hand on the bottle and gives it a powerful spin.  Maybe it’ll spin right off the table and shatter on the floor.  She wouldn’t have to do anything weird, and then she could just go back to her room and take a long bath.  Alone.  The way the universe intended.

It’s impossible not to watch the bottle spin, light refracting off the glass and casting flickering spots of light around the room.  It’s just a kiss.  She’s kissed people before.  Many people.  At least two.  

Friends kiss each other all the time.  Not her friends, but other people and their friends.  And these people aren’t really ‘friends,’ but they’re...acquaintances.  Colleagues.  Does that make it better or worse?

It’s slowing down now.  With each passing second, her fate is being decided by the neck of the bottle.  Mira, Last Boss, Keiichi—oh, God, please don’t let it be Keiichi, they have a meeting in the morning, that would be so awkward...

But, luckily, the bottle does not land on Keiichi.  It does not land on Niragi, nor does it land on Chisiya.  Last Boss has also been spared, as have Aguni and Mira.  That leaves only one candidate...

“Oh, Ann,” Hatter says, clapping his hands together and looking entirely too pleased with this very strange turn of events, “I always knew there was something between us!”

The thing he’s talking about is tolerance—she tolerates him because it is both sensible and beneficial to be on his good side.  He also, surprisingly enough, defers to her expertise on certain matters, which is more than can be said for her previous employers.  They are friendly, certainly, but most certainly not friends.  

And...lovers?  

Out of the question.

But Fate (and a smug little blonde) have decided that they share a moment of passion. Could she have spun worse?  Yes.  Could she have spun better?  Absolutely.  100%.  Without a doubt.

But Ann is a woman of integrity.  When she commits, she commits.  And so, as she walks to the other side of the table, she keeps her spine straight and her head held high.  She refuses to let these people see her falter.

“In addition to the parameters already given, I’d like to establish some rules of my own,” she says coolly, barely resisting the temptation to roll her eyes when he takes another gulp of alcohol.  Yep, that’s definitely peppermint schnapps he has—she can tell by the stench of it, the way it’s sharpness burns at her eyes.

She’s always hated peppermint schnapps.

“Fine, fine,” Hatter says with a wave of his hand, “as long as you promise not to fall completely in love with me in the process.”

That gets a laugh from everyone—and even Ann considers cracking a smile at the thought of someone like her ever feeling something for someone like him.  

“No tongue.  No teeth.  And,” Ann tell him firmly, “if you want to leave this room with your balls intact, I suggest you keep your hands to yourself.”

The group ooh’s at that.  Ann doesn’t look at them.  She keeps her gaze focused on the man in front of her, watching him intently for any signs of weakness.

All she gets is a smirk.

“I would expect nothing less of you, Ann,” he replies, “however, you’re more than welcome to put your hands anywhere on my person.”

He leans in slightly, almost as if he’s letting her in on a secret.

“I could even give you a few suggestions, if you like.”

What a perfectly hideous thing for him to say.  It doesn’t help that he’s fluttering his eyelashes at her like some kind of lovestruck cartoon character.  

It’s annoying.

He’s annoying.

With a roll of her eyes, Ann grabs Takeru by the silk of his obnoxious robe and crashes her mouth against his-- because she’ll be damned if he’s the one kissing her.  

Five...

The group gasps-- Takeru included, the noise muffled by the seal of their lips as she kisses him fully and firmly.

Four...

And it’s...not as gross as it could be, but it’s still a very odd experience.  His lips are soft enough, and his beard-moustache-whatever-the-fuck is scratchy in a way that is.  Well, it’s interesting.  Not good, but...interesting.

Three...

“This is fucking weird,” Niragi shouts, sounding very disgusted.

Two...

“It’s like watching my parents,” Last Boss adds, “when they were still trying to convince my sister and I they were still in love and weren’t going to get a divorce.”

One...

And done.

“Okay,” Ann says flatly as she pulls away and swallows a grimace at the sight of her favorite shade of lipstick on Takeru’s lips (and is actually a very nice compliment to his skin tone, frustratingly enough) “Can I go now.” 

For good measure, she releases his robe with a disdainful flick of her fingers and subtly brushes her hands off on her shorts.  It’s not enough to get the scent of peppermint schnapps and awkwardness off of her skin, but it can’t hurt.

“A deal’s a deal,” Chisiya concedes, his eternally mischievous smirk stretched across his cheeks, “And I must say, I didn’t expect you to fulfill your end of the bargain so...enthusiastically.”

“That’s because nobody can resist me,” Takeru gloats, bottle of alcohol back in his grip as if it had never truly left, “It’s not her fault I’m so delectable--”

“Detestable,” Ann corrects under her breath.

“--And, even though you’ll try to deny it,” Takeru continues, disregarding her comment, “both of us know that there’s a part of you that liked kissing me.”

“I liked the part when she stopped,” Mira chirps cheerfully, “In fact, I think we all did!”

“You have no idea,” Aguni murmurs solemnly into his drink, his eyes darting towards Takeru with an unimpressed look.  That’s...hm, there’s clearly some kind of story there, although Ann isn’t sure she wants to know about it. 

Everyone begins talking amongst themselves once again-- Niragi has offered to spin the bottle next, and there’s a small argument breaking out over whether or not the group should continue with their original game of ‘truth or dare’ or pivot to this new one. 

And, Ann?

Ann doesn’t stick around to find out. 

[jiangwanyinscatmom]

Madam Yu starts loving Wei Wuxian and showing anything like remotely well intended affection toward Jiang Cheng in fix it fics, HAHAHAHAHAHA (breaths) Hahahaha!

After all of that, let me explain why this would not work considering even before the fall of Lotus Pier and her death she had hated Wei Wuxian the moment he had been saved by Jiang Fengmian as well as instilling that Jiang Cheng was only worth as much as his title as Sect Heir of Yunmeng Jiang. They also contrast the ideologies between Jiang Fengmian and Madam Yu that were never understood by the other, mirroring the underlying resentment from a forced bond and the overall message that love can not be the only factor with peaceably accepting another person as your equal and confidant.

Madam Yu convinced herself that Wei Wuxian was usurping the position of power that Jiang Cheng held all because Jiang Fengmian had taken a shine to a child that was naturally good willed and bright. She purposely uses this as a tactic to drive a wedge between Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian.

She derides her son while continuing to insist he is still above others leading to his complex of superiority and his jealousy of never being able to please her or his father. His lack of actual good will towards others (like his mother who ignored smaller night hunts to help commoners) leads to his father's lecture of not understanding what the Yunmeng Jiang motto really is, " 明知不可为而为之". Usually this is translated just as "to attempt the impossible" which is correct technically, but the full meaning of this really works better as "knowing you fight against impossible odds to do what is right".

Jiang Cheng went to her side. Madam Yu squeezed his arm with her slender fingers, then slapped his shoulder loudly, scolding, “There’s isn’t any improvement in your cultivation at all. You’re seventeen already, yet you’re still like an ignorant child, fooling around with others all the time. Are you the same as others? Who knows which sewers other people will be splashing in, but you’re going to be the leader of the Jiang Sect!”

At the same time she also uses these same insults against Wei Wuxian. However, he is confident in his own skills and talents which is a confidence she herself despises thinking he is unworthy as a servant's son or the son of a rogue cultivator with no clan ties to have a right to that level of cultivation and sees it as a slight against her authority. Neither can do right in her eyes whether they listen faithfully or question her meanings.

Madam Yu, “Wei Ying, what trouble are you stirring up this time?”

Wei WuXian stepped forward, accustomed to it. Madam Yu scolded, “You’re like this again! If you yourself don’t seek progress, then don’t drag Jiang Cheng along to fool around with you. You’re going to be a bad influence to him.”

Wei WuXian looked startled, “I don’t seek progress? Why, am I not the one with the most progress in the entire Lotus Pier?”

Young people were never too patient. They wouldn’t feel satisfied unless they talked back. Hearing this, an air of hostility seemed to form around Madam Yu’s brow.

Jiang Cheng wordlessly and obediently takes the reprimand, head down and silent, deferring to her. Wei Wuxian however arrogant it may seem, talks back questioning what she means that he has not progressed when he has the talent to show. This is early foreshadowing to their exact stances during the Wen Indoctrination.

Jiang Cheng held Wei WuXian firmly. Wei WuXian asked with a lowered voice, “What are you holding me down for?”

Jiang Cheng snorted, “Don’t do unnecessary things.”

He didn’t know why, but all of the boys sent from the GusuLan Sect looked somewhat pallid. Lan WangJi’s face was especially pale, but his expression was still as frosted as usual, distancing him from everyone else. The sword Bichen on his back, he stood alone, with nobody around him. Wei WuXian had wanted to go up to him and say hello, but Jiang Cheng warned him, “Don’t cause any trouble!”

MianMian knew that if she was hung up, she probably wouldn’t be able to come back down alive. She tried to run away, but wherever she fled, the people dispersed around her. Just as Wei WuXian twitched, Jiang Cheng held him firmly down. MianMian suddenly noticed that two people remained still. She hid behind their backs at once, shivering.

The two were Jin ZiXuan and Lan WangJi.

With the rescue of Mianmian and Wei Wuxian staying to protect Lan Wangji (who had protected Mianmian in turn despite repercussions) gained the attention of Wen Chao and his ire all of which Jiang Cheng kept ordering Wei Wuxian not to do. Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian are thrust into the role of the Jiang leaders stance of morality. Wei Wuxian, and by mention Lan Wangji, have done a unimaginable feat along with embodying the traits that Jiang Fengmian admires. As both did the impossible along with doing what was right in the protection of MianMian and Wei Wuxian staying to aid Lan Wangji.

Wei WuXian, “Those Wen dogs are talking nonsense, they have no face. Lan Zhan was clearly the one who killed it.”

Jiang FengMian gave him a smile, “Really? What a coincidence. The second young master of the Lan Sect told me that you were the one who killed it. So who was it, really?”

Wei WuXian, “I guess both of us did something. But he was the main one. I only went into the beast’s shell and chased it out. Lan Zhan was waiting for it alone outside. It only died after it dragged on for six entire hours.”

He described to Jiang Cheng and his father the things that had happened during the past few days. Jiang Cheng’s expression was complicated after he had finished listening. He only spoke a while later, “It’s pretty much the same as what Lan WangJi said. So it seems that both of you killed it together. What’s yours is yours. Why would you give him all the credit?”

Wei WuXian, “I didn’t. I just feel that, compared to him, I really didn’t do much.”

Jiang FengMian nodded, “Well done.”

He was able to kill a four-hundred-year-old beast at the mere age of seventeen. It was much more than a ‘well done’.

Jiang Cheng, “Congratulations.”

The tone of his congratulations sounded quite strange.

Jiang Cheng is once again faced with the reality that despite doing as his mother wanted, he is met with the reprimands of his father who does place loyalty and friendship in the face of dangers. Interestingly, the way Wei Wuxian defends Jiang Cheng mirrors the excuses that Jiang Fengmian had given for Madam Yu's harsh words and rumors about himself.

Jiang Cheng, “It served you right to be bored to death. You shouldn’t have played the hero and you shouldn’t have cared for such a hell of a thing. If in the beginning you didn’t…”

Suddenly, Jiang FengMian spoke, “Jiang Cheng.”

Jiang Cheng paused, knowing that he had said too much. He was quiet at once.

Jiang FengMian didn’t look as if he was blaming him of anything, but his expression had turned from calm to more solemn, “Do you know in which ways what you just said is not appropriate?”

Jiang Cheng’s head hung low, “Yes.”

Wei WuXian, “He’s just angry and speaking without care.”

Seeing how Jiang Cheng’s mouth and heart were still at odds, how he still felt defiant, Jiang FengMian shook his head, “A-Cheng, there are some things that can’t be said even if you’re angry. If you said them, it means that you still don’t understand the motto of the Jiang Sect, that you still don’t…”

That "hell of a thing" Jiang Cheng mentions is referencing that saving Lan Wangji was a waste in comparison to an easy get away along with Jiang Cheng. He helped a person that potentially was a future problem for them. A thought that hadn't been on Jiang Fengmian's mind as he praised not only Wei Wuxian's kill but his care in putting others first in such dire circumstances. Understandable praise for decent morals. And then comes Madam Yu,

The harsh voice of a woman came from outside the door, “Yes, he doesn’t understand, but what does it matter, as long as Wei Ying understands?!”

Like a purple bolt of lightning, Madam Yu swept inside, bringing in with her a cold breeze. She was standing five steps away from Wei WuXian’s bed, brows raised, “‘To attempt the impossible’ is exactly how he is, isn’t it? Fooling around even though he knew that it’d bring trouble to his sect?!”

Jiang FengMian, “My lady, what are you doing here?”

Madam Yu, “What am I doing here? What a joke that I am asked of such a thing! Sect Leader Jiang, do you still remember that I’m also the leader of Lotus Pier? Do you still remember that every inch of the earth here is my territory? Do you still remember, between the one lying there and the one standing here, which one is your son?”

Such questions he had heard countless times throughout the years. Jiang FengMian answered, “Of course I do.”

Madam Yu laughed bitterly, “You do remember, but there’s no use if you simply remember. Wei Ying, he really can’t take it unless he stirs up some trouble, can he? If I had known, I would’ve made him stay in Lotus Pier properly and not go outside. Could Wen Chao really have dared to do anything to the two young masters of the GusuLan Sect and the LanlingJin Sect? Even if he did, it’d mean that they ran out of luck. Since when was it your turn to play the hero?”

Do you remember who is a leader? Do you know what's mine? Do you know the worth of people's lives and what it gains me over the trouble of caring for them unconditionally?

Her arguments can be answered already, "Could Wen Chao really have dared to do anything to the two young masters of the GusuLan Sect and the LanlingJin Sect? Even if he did, it’d mean that they ran out of luck."

Yes, as they had already burned Cloud Recesses and physically harmed Lan Wangi once before. Jin Zixuan was expected to die as he had been abandoned in the cave already with no weapon his consequence was already passed. She also says "so what?" if they did retaliate because it was them choosing to play a game of hero and killing themselves for putting their head up against a higher power and baiting more trouble in the future, regardless of the Wen Sect attacking the sects one by one, and Yunmeng the next to be considered the weakest.

All which is parroted later by Jiang Cheng 13 years later when he demands Wei Wuxian beg in front of an altar, to make amends for deaths that hurt Jiang Cheng even when Wei Wuxian died for those once. He deserved to die for protecting the Wens that caused everything. He was shameless for sticking to Lan Wangji instead of honoring their childhood promise choosing someone else over him and loving another from the start. "What did I gain from you doing the right thing?" is the underlying accusation Madam Yu and Jiang Cheng use as a defense constantly.

Jiang FengMian stood up, “Let’s talk when we get back.”

Madam Yu, “Talk about what? Get back to where? I’ll be talking about it right here. I have nothing to be ashamed of, anyways! Jiang Cheng, come over here.”

Jiang Cheng was stuck between his father and his mother. After a moment of hesitation, he moved to his mother’s side. Holding his shoulders, Madam Yu pushed him forward for Jiang FengMian to see, “Sect Leader Jiang, it seems that some things I have to say. Look carefully—this, is your own son, the future head of Lotus Pier. Even if you frown upon him just because I was the one who bore him, his surname is still Jiang! … I don’t believe for one second that you haven’t heard of how the outside people gossips, that Sect Leader Jiang has still not moved on from a certain Sanren though so many years have passed, regarding the son of his old friend as a son of his own; they’re speculating if Wei Ying is your…”

Jiang FengMian shouted, “Yu ZiYuan!”

Madam Yu shouted as well, “Jiang FengMian! Do you think that anything will change just because you raised your voice?! Do you think that I don’t know you?!”

The two debated the issue outside. On the way, Madam Yu’s angered voice was louder and louder. Jiang FengMian argued as well, suppressing his rage. Jiang Cheng stood blankly where he was. A while later, he glanced at Wei WuXian, and suddenly turned to leave as well.

Madam Yu and Jiang Cheng use harsh language, twisted rumors and others that are dead and gone to guilt others into what they insist is the correct way to make amends to wrongs with wild standards. Madam Yu and Jiang Fengmian fundamentally could not work with the other as an equal unit. Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian become the worst of what Yu Ziyuan and Jiang Fengmian had built up before them.

The luxury that was given to Wei Wuxian was that he still had Lan Wangji standing by his side to pull him away from that cycle of continued misunderstandings and refusal of seeing the other as anything other than a person that would be a constant disappointment.

[exoflash]

The trainguy beats up a sith lord crackfic

I wrote this at 2 am a few nights ago as a joke. Still cant find the post on here that inspired it.

Everyone is probably SUPER out of character. But this is a joke fic anyways, so that's fine. Don't go around posting me in cringe comps

The weather was cold. And windy.

Very, verrrry windy. Yup.

Where had Solgaleo even taken him? The man's research had given him a lead, and he planned to go full steam ahead to ancient Sinnoh. But this... it seems he had certainly exited at the wrong station.

Regardless, he held that spark of hope- wrapping his coat ever tighter around his body with one hand, hanging onto his hat with the other as he braved the terrible storm overhead. All he had to do was find shelter...

He was sent flying back again by the near-unsurvivable weather.

And straight into some sort of wall.

"A."

Well, that solves the shelter issue! If any other soul was around, perhaps he could get directions back to Nimbasa City? Yup. Someone would know, he was certain of it! Very certain. Verrrrrrry certain...

As he entered into the darkness, he was beginning to wish he'd brought his lantern. He didn't want to send out any of his pokemon- Not in these weather conditions! He wouldn't dare endanger the safety of his passengers!

His eyes eventually began to adjust to the dark. What was that shiny thing on the ground?

His brother would not have advised to pick it up. He was the man's only source of impulse control.

But his brother wasn't here right now, he could do anything he wanted!

His brother... wasn't-

He tried not to think about that as he picked the object up.

"Ah! A flashlight! Verrrry good!"

He clicked to turn it on, and the surrounding area was engulfed in the light of a blue blade.

"...This is not a flashlight. Yup. But it will do. Yup."

He stood there for a few seconds.

Ingo would've been fascinated by-

No, don't think about that right now. Full steam ahead!

He carefully examined the space he was in, the dim light guiding his way. The space was wide, but nobody was here. Probably abandoned.

He decided to continue into the labyrinth, alert for danger.

This place was HUGE, and he didn't want to stay long. If he didn't find anyone, he would see if he could contact someone by phone or internet.

"...I am Emmet. I am getting verrrrry tired of this." He said quietly, to no one in particular.

He was about to give up the search, when...

"-it! Make the sacrifice!"

Emmet's eyes went wide. He would've preferred being stranded to hearing something like THAT.

Without a second thought, he immediately (and carelessly) began to run for the source of the sound.

His hat went flying off as he bolted. It was surprising this hadn't happened much earlier.

He skidded to a halt as he arrived- thank Arceus nobody had heard him.

Because this was definitely some sort of cult.

He stood before a giant open room, the centerpiece a dark throne that gave the former king of Team Plasma a run for his money.

It was set up like some sort of colosseum, cult(?) members in robes standing all the way around it.

In the middle of the room stood a girl holding a sword similar to his own.

Facing her was an old man on life support. Yeah, that checks out. Would creepy old men please stop trying to take over the world for FIVE minutes?!

The girl raised her sword.

The cult members approached her.

This was verrry bad! Unacceptable! No harassment allowed! He had to intervene!

"Hello! I am Emmet."

Everyone halted, turning to the new voice. Even the old man did a double take, he and the girl briefly exchanging a look of confusion.

The old man spoke up.

"How did you end up here, boy...?!"

Eugh, he sounded as gross as he looked. Verrrry icky. No good.

"That is unimportant! You are trying to do something harmful to the safety of all passengers involved!"

"And how do YOU know this?" The old man hissed, voice dripping with more venom than a wild Arbok.

"I am good at reading faces. I have had lots of practice."

He stepped out into the arena, almost flamboyantly. He put a hand on his hip, using the laser sword as a pointing stick in the other. "Rrrregardless! I request that you cease all malicious activities, or else I will have to bring your track to a forced stop!"

Everyone in the arena was just staring awkwardly as the air went still.

Finally, the old man broke into a fit of laughter. Before Emmet could say anything else, he found himself flying into the wall. Again.

He yelped like a hurt puppy, his grin not leaving his face.

The old man made a mistake. Emmet had lost his grip on the strange laser sword, and it had gone flying straight into his overly complicated life support.

Get owned, boomer.

The cultists from the shadows were shouting, and he was unsure if they were screaming or cheering. It reminded him of the televised pokémon arena battles in Galar... albeit in a creepy 'you are about to get sacrificed to a Giratina worshipping cult' way.

As he got back up, he heard the sound of footsteps approaching rapidly.

On instinct, he jumped up, standing straight and saluting the newcomer. The new guy didn't notice, running straight for the girl. Emmet waved anyways.

"Hello! I am Emmet. I do not think the old man is dea-"

The cultists on the ground drew their weapons on the three.

"...Grrrreat."

The newcomer had grabbed the laser sword Emmet had tossed into the life support system- was he watching the whole time too?

Whatever. He had his fists. If he could handle the streets of Castelia city, he could handle weirdos in robes.

A laugh.

Oh dear Arceus above. The old man's not dead.

-----

Rey hardly remembered the fight, and everything that led up to it. She and Ben had fought by each other's side, both of them moving in perfect sync. Everything was going too quickly for her to even think. All they had to do was survive. Trust in the Force. She had risked so much to get here, with only Ben fighting by her side.

...Well, okay. The disheveled postman was a surprise. And he seemed just as confused as she was. But she didn't have time to unpack all that. He was holding his own just fine- probably a resistance fighter.

When everything had slowed down, though. She couldn't even try yo confront Palpatine. The man in white was beating the kriff out of him, and... WINNING?

He was now kicking the former emperor into the ground, yelling something about safety checks and staying behind the yellow line.

"Hey- I, uhm- I think... I think- I think you've gotten him-" Ben chimed in, probably too scared to actually approach.

The man in white froze, and turned to him.

"I am Emmet. I am verrrrry tired of 80 year old megalomaniacs. Yup!"

He continued his beatdown.

Welp. Since this wasn't the big fight anyone was prepared for, Ben and Rey simply looked at each other exhaustedly. They both just decided to wait a couple more minutes.

This was sure gonna be something to explain to the resistance.

[imaginejamesandsirius]

Can u do a fic where like James is currently dating lily and then Sirius starts dating some random guy from whatever house and James gets like super jealous and possessive trying to keep Sirius to himself (I’d write it myself but I can’t write for shit lol)

((A/N: In keeping with the prompt, there is brief James/Lily in the beginning))

James frowned. "Who's Sirius with?"

"Hm?" Lily looked up, then followed James's stare over to where his best mate was. "That's Fabian, you know that. You're on the Quidditch team together, for Merlin's sake. What's up with you?"

James opened his mouth to say that nothing was wrong with him and bugger you, Lily, for even suggesting it, then he paused. He was bothered by this. There was no reason to be bothered by this. Sirius and Fabian weren't mates, so James hadn't seen them chatting before. Gideon and Fabian were the year above them, and they were busy with Quidditch and all their NEWT classes. Neither of them exactly had time to socialize with random-arse people in the year below them. James's frown deepened. Sirius wasn't a random person, and he was perfectly capable of talking to anyone in Hogwarts, especially someone as cool as Fabian. So why was he upset? "I dunno," he said to Lily, but his mind was reeling, trying to figure it out.

Normally, James was only bothered by people talking to his friends if they were dangerous. All the Slytherins in their year had plenty of reason to hold a grudge, so that would've made sense. But Fabian was a Gryffindor, and perfectly trustworthy besides, so it couldn't be that.

"Look," Lily said with a small smile, "I get that you're used to Sirius always being around, but you wanted to spend time just the two of us, so he has time to branch out."

"He is not replacing me," James said indignantly. He was Sirius's best friend and he always would be. Getting a girlfriend hardly changed that.

"I wasn't saying that. But be realistic, for a second. He wants to spend his time with you, but you're busy. Remus and Peter took all the time you spent off doing your own thing to study, so he can't hang out with them. He had to find someone else."

"Fabian's not drowning in spare time."

"Maybe they have free time at the same time," Lily said with a shrug. "I dunno, do I look like a seer to you? C'mon, stop worrying about what Sirius is up to and let's enjoy our time alone for the next hour, yeah?"

James dredged up a smile for her because he was happy that they had some time alone in Hogsmeade before they met back up with their friends. He should enjoy this. Besides, he'd see Sirius then, and he'd be able to ask him about what was going on between him and Fabian. Because that glimpse that he'd gotten hadn't been two friends talking; it had been more than that.

He might be reading too much into it, but there had been something in the way that Sirius was standing-- or maybe it had been in his smile?-- that made James think they were flirting. If they had been flirting, James would have to caution Sirius to knock it off before he got hurt. Fabian was a good guy, yeah, but getting involved with somebody a year above them was asking for trouble. Everyone knew that they were supposed to date within their year. Less heartache that way, and Sirius was rather sensitive, even if he liked to pretend that he wasn't.

*

"Hey," James said, pulling Sirius off to the side. He waited until the rest of the group was too far away to hear them before continuing, "I saw you with Fabian earlier. What's going on with that?"

"Oh," Sirius said. He sounded a little surprised but not horribly shocked at being seen. He seemed pleased, judging by the small smile that spread across his face. "We were, er- on a date. He asked when he saw that I was alone, and I figured why not?"

"Why would you go on a date with him?" James asked, sounding ridiculously rude.

Sirius blinked, smile giving way to confusion. "Because he's nice to me? And funny?"

"No, I mean why would you date him?"

"The same reasons I just said, tosser. What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing's wrong with me," James said defensively.

"Then stop acting like there is," Sirius replied, brushing past him. They were both heading to Gryffindor Tower though, so James fell into step next to him like he always did. "I had a nice day before you got your wand in a knot. The first nice day I've had since you decided to abandon me for Lily, I might add."

"I did not abandon you for Lily."

Sirius snorted, clearly not believing him.

"We still see each other all the time!" James insisted.

"Yeah, because we take all the same classes and sleep in the same dormitory, not because you make time for me anymore."

"I never had to make time for you because you never had anything else to do; that's different," James said, and then immediately regretted it. "I didn't mean that how it sounded. I just mean that there was never someone I wanted to see other than you! Wormtail and Moony always crop up when they wanted to see us, so I didn't have to make time to see them. Lily's different."

"Tell your bloody girlfriend that she can see you when we're hanging out then."

"She already does. Or have you somehow missed her and Marlene sitting next to us in the Great Hall and in the common room? I know, of course, that you haven't. You just ignore them."

"I always ignore Marlene," Sirius said, rolling his eyes. "If I look at her, she thinks it means I'm interested. Look, I don't know what's crawled up your arse today, but I'm allowed to date someone. You made time for Lily by spending less time with me. I am now spending that free time by hanging out with Fabian."

James grit his teeth together. What Sirius said made sense, but something about it was bugging him. He couldn't put his finger on what it was, but it didn't feel right. Something was wrong with the situation. He knew that he couldn't say anything to Sirius about it right now; he'd only get more upset with James. "Fine," he gritted out.

Sirius narrowed his eyes, daring him to object again, but James stayed stubbornly silent.

*

Sirius's relationship with Fabian was short-lived; he said that while Fabian was a good bloke and all, it didn't really feel like they were dating when they spent time together. James was unreasonably happy about that, and things went back to normal for them. He didn't realise that he'd been ignoring everything else in his life to spend more time with Sirius though, not until Lily confronted him.

"You're spending more time stalking your best mate than you do sat in class, James," she said, arms crossed over her chest. "Look, I knew going into this that you and Sirius were close, but this is obsessive."

He blinked, doing a quick run-through of the last week. He had spent a good portion of his time hanging onto Sirius-- literally, since he hadn't wanted for him to wander off if he looked the other direction-- but he wouldn't call it obsessive. "We're mates," he defended. "Of course we spend time together."

"Yeah, you're mates, but I didn't say yes to a date just to fight for your time. You used to know that you couldn't spend your every waking moment with him, and now you're regressing."

"I'm not regressing," James said. The idea was insulting, and he kind of couldn't believe she said it. He needed to make things clear to her, and there was no time like the present. "Sirius is the most important person in my life, and if you can't handle that, maybe we shouldn't be dating."

"You're a tosser," Lily said, expression stony. "But you're right. We shouldn't be dating." With that, she turned on her heel, hair tossed over her shoulder, and stalked away.

James was pretty sure he should feel something other than annoyed that she'd dragged him away from Sirius just so she could get jealous. He made his way back to their table and sat down without saying a word.

"Hey," Sirius said, scooting over to make room for him.

James had the urge to wrap an arm around Sirius's shoulders and pull him back to where he'd been before.

"What did Lily want to talk about?"

"Nothing," James grumbled, and it was obvious that he was lying, so he didn't feel bad about it.

Sirius frowned. "You alright?"

Sensing that Sirius wasn't about to drop it, he sighed. "We broke up. She said I was spending too much time with you, and I told her to get over it." He shrugged. "It's a good thing I'm not a prefect, or meetings would be awkward as hell."

"You broke up with Lily?"

James nodded.

"Over me?"

"Pretty sure Lily has a problem with me, not you, if it helps."

"You've been talking my ear off over her for three years, and then you break up after a few months?" Sirius asked incredulously. "Over me?"

"Are you going somewhere with this?"

Sirius continued to stare at him like he didn't have a clue what was going on, then shook his head. "Guess not."

*

As much as James wanted to forget what Lily had said, he couldn't. It kept repeating through his head as he laid down to sleep and ignoring it didn't do him any good.

He had been spending a lot of time with Sirius lately. They normally only did this over the summer, when there was nobody else around that they could hang out with. James would be less inclined to do it if he ever got annoyed with Sirius, but that didn't happen. No matter how much time he spent with Sirius, he was always willing to see him more. He never wanted a break. He'd liked Lily, but he hadn't wanted to spend half that much time with her. More than two dates a week and he started to get annoyed. Not with her, necessarily, but with the fact that he couldn't relax. He was always relaxed around Sirius.

When he'd imagined falling in love, he hadn't thought that he'd want to spend more time with his friends than his girlfriend; he'd imagined it at about fifty-fifty. It was probably what Lily had been thinking would happen too, and she'd been good with that. She hadn't been okay with the split being ninetyeight-two though, which was fair. If Lily had been the one ignoring him, he would've been a lot more pissed off than she'd been. Although, now that he thought about it, she'd been plenty angry when she first asked him to talk, and he'd tried to brush her off. He definitely owed her an apology for that.

With a sigh, he rolled onto his other side. He was hoping that he'd be able to get to sleep now, but instead of thinking about Lily, he was thinking about Sirius.

He'd been really upset when Sirius started dating Fabian. It didn't make any sense. Like Sirius had said, he was mostly spending time with him whenever James was with Lily, so it wasn't cutting into what little time they had, or summat. And on the flip side, he'd been really happy when Sirius and Fabian split. He hadn't had a reaction that extreme to his own breakup-- even though the emotion he should've felt was sadness, but his point still stood. He should've been upset about him and Lily breaking up, but he kind of... hadn't cared. He was more upset about the fact that he didn't care than that they'd broken up.

Or maybe, he thought as he rolled onto his back restlessly, he'd gotten upset with Lily for suggesting that he spend slightly less time with Sirius. Because she'd wanted her boyfriend to spend time with her, and he'd said no. If nothing else, it showed that he wasn't ready to date someone, because he didn't think his response wouldn't have been different if he'd been dating anyone else. Well, except for Sirius, because then there wouldn't be an issue. Hanging out with Sirius would be the same as hanging out with his boyfriend.

Whatever, he'd apologise to Lily tomorrow, and hopefully she wouldn't be too pissed at him. He'd be honest, and that would probably be enough.

*

"Lily, can I talk to you for a second?" he asked, going up to her in the common room as she was working on an essay-- History of Magic, by the look of it.

It was obvious that she was still mad at him by the way the corners of her mouth tightened, but she still nodded and set down her quill to follow him outside the portrait hole so they had a bit of privacy.

"I wanted to apologise for yesterday. I acted like a berk, and you didn't deserve that. You were right; I shouldn't date someone unless I'm actually going to make time for them, and I should've realised that before I ever tried to ask you out. I'm sorry."

"...Thank you," Lily said, scuffing her shoe against the floor. "Since we're not getting back together, can I say something?"

"Sure."

"You might want to warn the next person you date that you and Sirius aren't just close; you're a package deal."

James frowned at her. Not because he was angry, thank Merlin, but because he didn't understand what she meant. Weren't all friends like that?

"Like, you don't care for Marlene, and that's fine because we could still spend time together without it getting in the way. But if I didn't like Sirius? Forget about it. We wouldn't have made it a week. I doubt that's going to change, so a little warning might be good for you."

James blinked. "Right. Erm, thanks."

Lily rolled her eyes, sensing his insincerity. Which, in his defense, he hadn't meant to be insincere, but he didn't exactly understand what she meant by that. He'd heard every word, but it still wasn't any different than what he'd been thinking before-- Lily and Marlene were friends, yes, but no one described them as being close, certainly not the way that Sirius and James were described as close. "Whatever, mate, it's your life." With that, she walked past him and back into the common room.

*

James was beginning to hate these late night revelations he was having. Last night had been that he wasn't ready for a girlfriend when he spent so much time with Sirius, and tonight was- well, that maybe he wanted to date Sirius instead of some bird. He'd been horribly jealous when Sirius started spending time with Fabian-- and yes, he realised the irony of having accused Lily of getting jealous of him and Sirius when he was the one who was guilty.

Oh, who was he kidding? He wanted to date Sirius. There was no 'maybe' about it. He'd only had his realisation ten minutes ago, but he didn't know how he was going to see him tomorrow morning without throwing himself at him. Face first. He wanted to kiss Sirius. He wanted to snog his face off.

In his defense, he'd always known that Sirius was fit as hell, but he hadn't known that his appreciation of his best mate's looks was crossing a line from platonic to romantic. He wasn't sure, for a moment, if romantic inclinations were exactly what he was feeling, but when he compared it to how he felt about his other mates, it solidified his suspicions: he fancied Sirius.

And he had no idea what to do about it. He had a feeling that grabbing and kissing him the next time he saw him wouldn't go over too well.

*

Naturally, James dealt with the situation by kissing Sirius the first time he saw him that morning. It wasn't exactly pleasant, because Sirius had been brushing his teeth, but he didn't immediately shove James away so he was going to count it as a success.

Sirius blinked at him. He held up a finger, spit in the sink, then said, "What the hell is going on with you?" He didn't sound upset, which was another point to this being a success for James.

That being said, James really should've waited until he was more awake. He didn't have his glasses on, so everything was blurry. Except for Sirius when he had kissed him because he'd been right in front of James's face. Also it was harder to form a coherent sentence before he'd been awake for an hour. "You know Fabian?"

"I'm familiar with him, yes," Sirius said dryly. He reached for a cup and rinsed out his mouth, then wiped so it got rid of the little white specks dotting his lips.

Absently, James rubbed at his own mouth and was unsurprised that a bit of toothpaste came off. "I was erm, really jealous when you were seeing him."

"I know."

"If you know, then why are you confused?"

"You're weirdly possessive of me. I know that. Kissing me is a bit much, even for you."

James rolled his eyes. "Turns out that the weird possessive rubbish is me wanting to date you."

"What do you mean it 'turns out'?" he asked. At least he wasn't grossed out or summat.

"Well I was thinking last night, and I realised-"

"Last night? You figured out that you fancied me last night?"

"Erm," James said, very eloquently. "Yes. Is that a problem?"

Sirius snorted. "You don't waste any time."

"Well I realised it last night, but it's not like I started to fancy you last night. I think it's been going on for a while."

"You're-" Sirius started to say, then he pressed his lips together, trying not to laugh.

"What?"

"You are easily the most ridiculous person I know."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

"It's you; of course it's a good thing," Sirius said, leaning against the counter. Thoughtfully, he folded his arms over his chest. "So we're dating now?"

"You never said yes, or how you felt, or anything," James pointed out.

"The answer was obviously yes."

"Was it obvious?"

"Was it not?" Sirius asked, brow furrowing.

James shook his head.

"Oh. Well, when Fabian asked me out, I figured that I couldn't feel worse about seeing you with Lily if I was also dating someone. And I've been pining after since like, third year, so it's probably a good thing that you didn't notice. It would've been really awkward. You're a bit of a dumbarse, but it always works out in my favour," Sirius said with a grin.

"Rude," James said idly. "Be nice to your boyfriend. I'm sensitive."

"Sure you are, mate. Sure you are."

[slutsofren]

Danger Days Chapter 9: Give ‘em Hell Kid

summary: after taking care of the stragglers, you make way to find Ellie amidst of all the chaos that follows her and you come face to face with a blast from the past

word count: 2,754 im gonna make up for all these short chapters i swear!!

content warnings: blood mention (i mean c'mon y'all know exactly what this fic is), animal death, somebody gets murdered a bit violently

notes: just wanna say a little thank you for all the recent influx of subs/bookmarks/comments/kudos/follows on here and on ao3, y'all warm my heart. also, the next few chapters will deviate from the tlou timeline to make way for some angst :^))))

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Your lungs were burning with each breath. Huffs escaped you. Aches filtered through your body. Running, chasing, fighting. Ellie was in deep shit and you prayed she was alright. Following after her path, you tracked your girl.

It didn’t take much to figure out which way Ellie went, between the very obvious messy shoe prints of the men chasing after her and the hoof-marks. It made finding her all that much easier. You trekked through the slosh of the muddied snow until you came across a striking stain of red. Your steps faltered and you took the sight in, the sight of blood in between all the white and brown that overlooked a small cliff. Stopping dead in your tracks, your breath hitched as you peered over.

A gasp in horror escaped you when you saw the lifeless body of dear Callus. Quickly jumping, you dropped from the ledge he was under and landed on your knees with a harsh ‘oomph’. The pain tingled up to your spine.

Scrambling up to check on Callus, looking for any sign Ellie was hurt only to find none. You brushed the dark hair on the horse, “I’m sorry Callus.” Mentally sending an apology to Cherry too. She was going to be sad when she hears but if anything, she’d take the apology in exacting revenge on his murderers.

Kneeling on the cold ground, you sent a silent wish to the stars, wishing that Callus will be taken care off wherever he is, noting how he was such a good horse, how he will be greatly missed but was certainly loved. He may have been just a horse, but even then, horses were smart and sentient. He knew.

Just as you finished your well-wishes, the horror quickly engulfed your mind. The worry grew for just a moment as you continued on the path, leaving the dear horse behind until you stumbled upon dead body after dead body, all leading in a patch down to a lake then to a little cabin, long since forgotten shops, and up the stairs to some sort of lakeside hotel, anger finally settling in your bones.

You found yourself following a trail of blood, gore, and footsteps, pride warming in your chest. That’s my girl, you silently praised. You drew a knife and a gun, as you approached what looked to be some lakeside market, too many hidey holes to walk through here confidently. Nevertheless, you marched on.

The path led you to an abandoned lodge overlooking the lake but no sign of Ellie, just more dead bodies of those bastards.

It would have been a beautiful sight long ago, in the time before. Now it was an empty and hollow shell of its former self, littered with gore.

Even shuffling as quickly as you could through the main hall of the resort yielded nothing to finding your dear young companion, not as the sun was really setting low. Had that much time passed, you thought worriedly.

You kicked an overturned table and groaned loudly, not giving a shit if somebody heard you. Letting yourself be mad for just a moment before taking a deep breath and exhaling. At this point, you weren’t sure if you’d want to move stealthy, try and make as much noise as possible just to take some of the heat off your girl.

Frustrated still, you left the resort and circled outside to locate another set of footsteps, likely of them chasing after her. It looked almost as if there was a small fucking army chasing her but still, you didn’t spot anybody. Much to your chagrin.

Taking off once more, you cursed as the visibility lowered. The snow was progressively picking up all around you causing some of the footsteps to slowly disappear.

It was swirling around in a thick blanket in the air, covering the footsteps you had been following. It felt like you were running against the clock and you took off running, focused on the remaining trail until you heard it.

Loud and metallic. A bell. Faint but there. A city center with a tolling bell possibly?

You didn't think twice about changing your direction and moving faster through the storm.

Motivated even more so, you continued on this path, following the chime until you came into view of a cheap haphazardly thrown together defense wall. Ducking behind a nearby structure, you looked on, assessing it as best you could with the little visibility you had.

Faintly, you could make out concrete walls with some barbaric barbed wire thrown lazily against it, many many weaknesses here and there. Most importantly, you noticed there was nobody manning the walls.

You ran and ducked every so often, listening for voices but finding none. Instead, you followed the bloodied trail Ellie left behind her. It was almost like a taunt to the others in this community, or maybe even a gumdrop-like trail for you, screaming ‘come find me’. Whatever it was, only a mark of design by the tough kid wanting nothing but to simply stay alive.

Pocketing your weapons, you took a few steps back then ran.

It was almost too easy to just jump the fence but you did, after hesitating ever so slightly. Your breaths were now heavy huffs, your lungs were cursing you to stop but you refused to, not when Ellie was in danger.

Then, arming yourself with your knives you tried to make your way through the town as stealthy as possible. Only taking out whoever was in your path but aiming not to make a spectacle before you could locate Ellie within this town.

Every time you took down one of those gruesome bastards, you didn’t dare to stop and search them. Your only goal was to find Ellie. You could hear the men talking about her and how she got away, sparking pride within you once more as you took off, following the chaos she left in her wake. Noting how some of the bodies were still warm, their leaked blood still sticky.

Turning the corner of a mechanics garage, a loud thunderous snap echoed through the area. 

Startled, you pulled back into a crouch and watched as a large fire erupted in the distance. That spark of hope igniting as bright as the fire, signaling Ellie fighting back like hell. 

“Shit,” you sighed trying to catch your breath. You rose to your feet and took off faster now, headed towards the explosion.

Off through the thick sheet of snow, you could faintly make out a large sign above a dinner, displaying the name Todd’s across it. You could hear somebody yelling from inside and aimed for it, the fire barely catching your attention.

Time was running against you, as it always did. The fire grew hotter, the building more dangerous. These were the least of your worries.

You were beyond frustrated as you circled the building, aside from the very obvious and intentional door being lit on fire that was growing at a rapid pace, there were no other entrances you could see aside from a dozen unbroken windows. 

It took a couple tries to find an entrance that was viable, feeling like you were running out of time as the male voice from inside grew louder, as you could hear bullets fly just as the man was yelling. Thankfully you did find a cracked window.

Judging by the amount of noise already happening inside and assessing the risk, you figured breaking it wouldn’t alert anybody so you did just that and crawled through, doing your best not to scrape your knees.

Gaining your footing, you looked around and saw you were in some sort of kitchen for the diner. There were large stainless steel surfaces, looking moderately clean. That’s not what got your attention, but the screaming match happening in the dining area.

It took you a minute but you got close to the ground, snapping to the corner as to not give away your position, not as you saw a large man with a beard towering over a small figure- Ellie.

Your brows furrowed in anger as you ran, planning on tackling this man but he was knocked over to the side as Ellie wacked at him endlessly with a machete, hacking him to death. Overkill.

One, two, three. Each swing she grew more and more violent,

Yelling for her to stop, she continued her attack, until you grabbed her against her back, holding her close to stop her. She tried to fight against you, almost throwing you to the ground. “I got you, sweetheart, I got you.” Petting her hair, trying to calm her down, she recognized your voice and she slumped in your arms.

You were exhausted, the adrenaline slowly leaving your blood gave way to the roaring pain in your lungs and muscles. Surely you’d be sore for the coming days. Even so, the pain would have been nothing next to losing either Joel or Ellie.

The two of you stayed like that, holed up in a grimey embrace for a few moments. You repeatedly ran your fingers through her tangled up brown hair as she hiccupped the last of her sobs into your coat. The only sounds permeating the moment were of Ellie and the fire.

Fuck. The fire.

Just as you realized the predicament the two of you were in, the blackened smoke scratched and irritated your eyes, throat, and lungs. It was suffocating you and doing worse to Ellie,

If it weren’t for the raging blaze that was spreading, you would have left much sooner. “Sweetheart, I think it’s time to go.”

Ellie didn’t respond and you were about to repeat yourself until you heard heavy footfalls behind you. Moving the distraught and distracted teen slightly, you drew one of your guns and aimed, about to shoot but were stopped when you took notice of just who was standing there, palms up in defense.

Joel.

Joel was alive, right there.

Ellie recognized him before you could even register what was happening. She jumped out of your arms into his, babbling about David and crying once more. He calmed her, mumbling “Oh, baby girl… It’s okay, it’s okay.”

You watched from the floor as he tried to wipe the blood from her tear stained cheeks, barely keeping your own shit together.

“C’mon,” he said, not looking at you, “let’s get outta here.”

You rose from your haunches, swaying just a little at the inner emotional whirlwind you were facing mixed on top of the physical toll you were feeling. You watched as Joel put his arm around Ellie, walking her out the way he came in. Both of them were limping slightly. Following the two of them, you kicked the dead man just once as Joel led you both out of the burning building to your horse, Whiskey.

He turned around to say something but cut himself off, taking in the sight of you. “Shit, Are you okay?”

You followed his gaze to where your clothes were coated in a disastrous mixture of blood, dirt, and stars know what else. “It’s not mine.”

He looked like he wanted to look you over but he focused on Ellie instead, giving her a helping hand onto the horse. Joel gestured for you to get on behind her but you shook him off, “No. I’ll meet you back at the house.”

“If you don’t get on the goddamned-,” he began to argue but you shut him down.

“I’m not going to fuckin’ argue with you right now.” You checked over your horse, noticing how Joel didn’t bring anything then approached Ellie, “Hey, sweetheart. Think you can handle leading Whiskey and Joel back to the house?”

She wiped away her tears and nodded, “I think so.”

“Good. I’ll see you there soon.”

Joel opened his mouth to counter you but you stood up to him, on your toes. You had grabbed his jacket and pulled him close, getting in his face. “You take our girl back to the fuckin’ house and you make sure neither you nor her go off the rails or so help me, I will finish what that rebar started and end you. Got it?”

You were tired, you were angry, you were relieved. But most of all, you were pissed the fuck off. Not necessarily at him but at, well, at everything. Being this troupe’s sole caretaker for the past few weeks was taking its toll.

Just as you got into his face, he got into yours. At only a hair's breadth away he threatened you all the same, “You do not get to be angry with me, you do not get to push me around, got it?”

His brown eyes bore into yours, you could see he was more exhausted than anything but you were not going to let him be the judge of what happens next. “Fuck you, Joel Miller. We saved your life, hell, I saved your life. You owe me. Now you’re going to get on that fucking horse with Ellie and you are going to the safe house and we are leaving this goddamned shithole. Together. In one piece.”

“Please, Joel, let’s get out of here,” Ellie’s weak voice interrupted. 

The near-dyin’ old bastard opened his mouth to counter you again but decided against it. Most likely for Ellie’s sake.

Joel leans close to you and whispers a threat in your ear, “If you’re not back by nightfall, we’ll leave without you.”

“I don’t doubt it,” you snap.

He takes a half step back, his tired brown eyes meeting yours. For a flash you think he wants to apologize but he doesn’t, his pride wouldn’t let him anyways. This was the game the two of you have played all these months. This push-and-pull bullshit. It was tiresome in situations like these, the dire need of survival, but during those blissful moments of reprieve, it brought you joy.

Joel’s heavy footfalls penetrated the tense air even as he saddled up in front of Ellie. He calls your name and in his roundabout way, bargains with you. “Come back alive.”

Before you could even answer or reply, he’s off with a huff. Ellie strapped closely behind him.

Watching them go, you ducked and retraced your steps in the heavy and blinding snow. The storm hadn’t let up and likely wouldn’t any time soon. It worked well into your favor for now.

The journey back wasn’t as arduous or as dramatic as the way forward but you made it back to the safe house without incident. The whole time your mind juggled between the mixed emotions of Joel. Gratitude he was alive, joy that he was walking and talking, anger that he was walking and talking and not resting.

There was just a lot happening all at once. It’s why you wanted to be alone for the time being. Too many emotions swirled in you, too many thoughts, too much of everything. The bitter cold nipping at your fingertips helped, kept you grounded.

At least until you heard the low grumbling of Joel coaxing Ellie back to the land of the living, much as you both did the same to him these past few weeks. His voice trailed up the basement and didn’t stop as your steps echoed through the stairwell. 

When you stopped at the final landing did you look up. He was holding her close as she cried, she still hadn’t stopped. His hands, bruised and bloodied from stars know what, coaxed themselves through her messy hair. The sight of them both covered in other people’s blood hurt you in ways that no wound could ever compare to.

He was whispering nothings to her, praises for her fighting, echoing words of ‘shh, it’s okay’, repeatedly in a low soft voice. You came close to the two of them sitting on the lone mattress, “Hey, sweetheart, I’m back.”

Joel looked up at you again, looking over you. Taking in the sight of you now. He gave you a tense nod as Ellie reached around for your hand and squeezed it. Once she let you go you brushed her hair from her face and slowly stood.

“I’m going to pack up everything and we’re going to leave here, put this shit behind us.”

The two of them said nothing but Joel caught your eye and silently, you both came to an agreement. Whatever bullshit you two had, when it came to Ellie, she came first.

Isn’t that what family is for?

[witchersgoldenbard]

4 | 32 | 40 for the writers asks

beloved, i kiss your hands 🥰💛

4- Do you have any OCs? Do you have a story for them?

i do have OCs! i used to write original fiction back in the day, so i have quite the assortment of OCs, but since this is a witcher blog, let’s stay on topic :D i think i only have one OC here, and you know her very well, my love, for it is the ever-lovely Ewa. i introduced her in Light chapter 2 as merely an old lady (middle-aged actually) who has taken our favourite bard under her wing immediately. she owns a tavern in a backwater town and took one look at jaskier before deciding to take care of him, and jaskier is incredibly fond of her.

in the discord it has been decided that every old lady to henceforth take care of jaskier in some way is to be ewa :D in the rienskier siblings verse, she was the one who hid young julian and wiktor down in the kitchens, made them tea and held them when they cried. she is also the only one rience spared when he burnt down lettenhove estate.

my favourite ewa interaction:

“Julian,” she begins patiently, though Jaskier feels a lot like he is being scolded by his governess. “You of all people should know that if this were a story -- which it might as well be, mind you… If this were a story, then you can begin your tale wherever you like. And then what is past becomes nothing but prologue.”

Jaskier stares at her, because how dare she talk in such ominous yet wise words! How dare this wonderful old lady use his own best argument against him? Because, yeah, life is a story, and you get to choose how you tell it. Yennefer, though, is not a story. She’s a legend. And Jaskier is not sure if it’s not bad luck to mess with the stuff of legends. Of course, he can’t tell Ewa that, can’t just tell her who this woman with black hair and purple eyes is.

All he can do is sigh. Which, good, because he loves the dramatic effect it gives the half-hearted glare he shoots her. “This is still never going to happen,” he waves her off, a clear and strong implication that this is final, that he is done talking about this.

Of course, Ewa ignores it. Infuriating woman! With her all-encompassing kindness towards every stray and her determination to enforce it. Jaskier loves her with his whole heart, obviously.

“You never know,” she says, like she does know. “And even if she will forever be a stranger to you, dear Julian, let me remind you that for people like us, it is a high duty to take care of strangers.”

Ewa knows. and i cannot help but stan.

32 - Do you have a word/expression that you always use in your writing?

ehm. i don’t know? only thing that comes to my mind is how there’s always a tad too much symbolism going on, especially symbolism of light in Light. i know i use „as“ too much, but there are only so many conjunctions to use. so, yeah, let’s go with the light symbolisms. and fairy lights. oh yes. ✨

40 - Write a 9-word fic.

Cold. Abandoned. Nobody follows him down the mountain. Again.

[list of writing asks]

[i-like-writing-stuff]

definitely love [five hargreeves x reader]

request:  Could you do a Five x reader fic where the reader is kidnapped by the Handler and Five comes to save them. Thx

a/n: it’s kinda short, but i feel like it’s pretty sweet, i guess??? the only warning is some curse words here and there cause i cant help myself and maybe the handler being like a huge y/n x five shipper lmao

perhaps therell be a part 2???

summary: when the handler kidnaps you, don’t you dare think five wouldn’t come to your rescue as soon as possible.

“Listen, lady!” You yelled, rolling your eyes at your former boss, “I have no idea where that dipshit is, alright?!”

The Handler raised a brow at your seventh burst this hour, taking a long drag out of her cigarette, before puffing out the smoke with a laugh, “I’m sorry- I can’t take your seriously when your boobs haven’t even kicked in yet.”

“Oh, you did not go there.” You squinted your eyes at her, trying to launch forward, but to no avail, as the Handler kept on laughing at your attempts of attacking her.

You only laid back in your seat, feeling the ropes around you squeeze you into place. You had been tied to that chair for the past three hours, although no real torture had been inflicted upon you- other than having to listen to the Handler talk for three hours.

Even when you worked for her in the Commission you didn’t like her much. She was too extra, too much work for you, in spite of her gorgeous sense of fashion. All you wanted to do was retire as soon as possible, but when Five Hargreeves got a job there, your world was turned upside down and before you knew it, you were a teenager again, in 2019, trying to stop the apocalypse with his other siblings.

Except that you failed, and you ended up in 1963... with another apocalypse on its way... because somehow you brought it with you.

“What do you even want with him?” You asked, as she stopped laughing to drag another long puff out of her lit cigar.

“Let’s just say I have a deal.” She smirked, turning to you, “And I need to make sure you two will hear me out.”

“Is that why you kidnapped me and brought me here?” You raised a brow, looking around the abandoned warehouse, “That’s cliche.”

“What’ll be cliche is if he finally admits to having feelings for you when he comes to your rescue.” The Handler scoffed, making you raise a brow at her, “Oh, please- we all had bets going on in the Commission on the two of you.”

“Wonderful...” You dryly said, shaking your head in disbelief.

However, somewhere deep within you, you hoped that what the Handler said would become true. You met Five on his first day working for the Commission and you quickly warmed up to each other since you had basically the same personalities, but you, yourself, were having a hard time understanding your feelings. 

You found that sarcastic piece of shit adorable and charming, but you were not gonna admit it to his face- you didn’t need him to get even cockier. He may or may not have shown in the past two weeks signs that he shared your feelings, but you decided not to put that much thought into it, since saving the world was the number on priority on your list.

“Hey!” Five’s voice suddenly rang through the room, as he stumbled in, holding Lila by the arm.

“Lila?” You wondered, confused by the presence of Diego’s crazy girlfriend which he picked up from a... well, crazy house.

“Well done.” The Handler smirked, placing her hands in the pockets of her coat.

“What is Lila doing here?” You frowned, watching as Five threw her on the floor, glaring at the Handler, “Five!”

“You were right to think she is familiar.” Five told you, placing his foot on Lila’s neck, “She is one of them.”

You perked your brows upon hearing the news, looking at the girl on the floor. She helped Diego escape the mental asylum and she’s been on his side ever since, but when you first laid eyes on her, you couldn’t help but get a familiar vibe off her.

Until you realized...

“That’s your kid?” You turned to the Handler, “The girl you adopted?”

You had heard years ago that during a task, somehow the Handler returned with a little girl, but you didn’t put that much thought into it, even if it was a bit strange. Five had a job in London and the Handler accompanied him, but you figured she just wanted to get some- come on, she is really creepy and kinda flirty!

“What?” Five raised a brow, looking at the girl beneath his foot.

“No matter.” The Handler said, stepping towards you, “Here we are... together again.”

“Yeah, it’s a real party.” You sarcastically said, “Ow!” You immediately yelped, as the Handler pulled on your rope, making you jerk back against the chair back, causing Five to tense up.

“I’ve gotta ask.” The Handler said, not once letting go of the rope, making sure the grip on you would be tightened, causing Lila to laugh, even if her throat was being stepped on, “Did you miss me, you little shit? Or did you miss your little girlfriend more?”

“I’ve been gone for only three hours.” You chimed in, making Five shake his head in disbelief, “Besides... nobody ever misses you, really.”

Five decided to put on the same tough guy act, not wanting to reveal his concern, because truth be told- when you didn’t show up at the family meeting that morning, he began feeling stressed. It was not like you not to show up, especially since his brothers and sisters treated you like their own, so that made him tense. 

But, when Lila showed outside the store with a smirk on her lips, he knew immediately she had something to do with it.

Because, truth be told, you were not expecting to let yourself get kidnapped by the Handler. Yeah, she was a great assassin, but you had been holding the title of the best agent in the Commission for the past seven years. That was, before betraying it to help Five save the world and his family.

“Ah, this one.” The Handler smiled sarcastically, letting go of you in order to push you forward.

“Woah!” You yelped, almost losing balance off the chair if Five hadn’t caught you. 

Lila quickly got up coughing before Five could return, but he couldn’t care less. At least you seemed to be fine, no cuts or bruises- the Handler did nothing to you, she was just toying with him to ensure he’d come here to hear out her proposition.

“Now that we’ve made the exchange...” The Handler said, as Five started untying your ropes, “Lila, darling, would you give us a minute, please?”

“Go play with your toys or something...” You taunted the girl, getting up from the seat after three, long hours, rubbing your sore wrists.

“Yes, the grown-ups need to talk.” Five backed you up with a smirk, as Lila only rolled her eyes, walking away from the three of you, knocking something off a table angrily.

“Very mature.” You raised a brow, “I can see how she and Diego made quite the couple.”

“Don’t make me vomit, Y/N.” The Handler scoffed, before changing the subject nonchalantly, “So... do you two lovebirds like jazz?”

After an interesting discussion with the Handler, you and Five walked out of the warehouse in silence, contemplating your decision. She made you two a tough deal, which needed some time to be thought upon, but, unfortunately neither of you had that kind of luxury.

“You know, if we do take the deal...” You spoke up, turning to Five, causing him to stop in his tracks beside you curiously, “It’d be like... one last job together.”

You and Five had been on jobs together before, but you never officially called yourselves partners, even if your success rate was off the charts. You had a great teamwork, so you were not that surprised when the Handler chose you two for a job of this level and risk.

“I don’t even want to think about that just yet...” Five sighed, covering his face tiredly, “We still have another option.”

Your heart ached at the sight- watching Five rub his small face tiredly, all stressed out and overall exhausted, you truly felt bad. You tried helping him, after all that is why you followed him through time, but this was beyond you, and him. 

You knew how much Five loved his siblings, in spite of his attitude towards them. Everything he has done so far it was for him... and you.

You had no idea, but to Five it was surreal. He accepted the fact that he loved his brothers and sisters, but it took him a lot longer to accept that he was actually in love with you. However, it did make sense- you always made him feel better, ever since you guys met. He wasn’t sure if it was love at first sight, but right now, in this moment, he knew it was definitely love.

“But...” Five spoke up, putting on a weak smile, as he placed his hands in his pockets, “At least you are safe now.”

Hearing those words come out of his mouth, your knees felt like they were about to fail you. As Five looked into your eyes, you knew he was sincere, so you couldn’t help the heat rushing to your cheeks.

“All thanks to you.” You quickly smirked, trying to brush off the nervousness, “I mean... she could have picked any one of your siblings to provoke you, but I had the pleasure of spending three dreadful hours with her.” You sighed, folding your arms over your chest, “So, thank you for coming to my rescue.”

“Thank you for playing the damsel in distress.” Five teased you, playfully flicking your forehead as he picked up the pace, “If things don’t work out with dad, now we have a plan B.”

“Hey, don’t let it get to your head!” You quickly yelled, rushing to catch up to him, “I still am a trained assassin!”

“And how exactly did the Handler get her hands on you, then?” Five asked, brushing off the way you absentmindedly locked your arm with his in an attempt to slow him down.

“I was baking cookies.” You slightly shrugged with an innocent smile, “And Frank Sinatra came on the radio, so of course I blasted it through the kitchen.”

“How do you survive?” Five wondered, looking down at you with a small smile on his face, watching as your lips turned to a playful pout.

Yeah... it was definitely love he felt for you.

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Salt-Fic September Day 6: Camera

Damian had met Marinette about a year ago. He had been in Paris with his father, and had literally bumped into the clumsy girl. Despite his icy demeanor, Marinette still treated him with kindness. Her warmth thawed Damian to a degree and they spent the remainder of his trip together. By the time he left, they had decided to start a long-distance relationship. They messaged all the time, and FaceTime every night. It was during one of these nightly video chats that Damian learned about the liar.

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Damian had thought Marinette was exaggerating when she told him how gullible her class was. She wasn’t exaggerating. He had transferred to her school for a semester as an exchange student to see what the situation was, and it was worse than he thought. Marinette had told him that the class had been pulling away from her. What she did not tell him, is that she is almost completely isolated, with only three people still talking to her.

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Nino, Nathaniel, and Adrien all knew that the Italian was a liar and had stayed by Marinette’s side, despite the class pressuring them to abandon her. They said they should leave Marinette by herself to ‘teach her a lesson’. The thought of that infuriated Damian. How dare these imbeciles be so callous towards his angel. Damian knew it was the liar’s fault, she was the one who tricked the class into turning against Marinette. Damian was going to end this girl’s reign over the class if it was the last thing he did. Damian spent the rest of the school day, watching as the class fawned over the liar and her obviously made up stories. He could not believe how easily fooled they all were.

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After school, Damian spoke with Marinette to see what she had already tried. Damian was shocked by how some of the attempts had gone wrong. Like how when Marinette threw a napkin to prove Lila’s wrist wasn’t sprained, and they all fell for her stupid story about how a napkin gouged someone’s eye. How could anyone believe something so stupid? Then Marinette told him about how Alya had asked her for proof that Lila was lying, without having any proof herself that she was telling the truth. That gave Damian an idea.

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Though there was one question still on Damian’s mind. “Why has this deceiver grown to despise you?” Marinette just sighed. “I knew she was lying from day one. I-” Marinette paused before she revealed her secret and switched to a different story. “She said she saved Jagged Stone’s kitten, but I’ve worked for him before. He has never had a cat, only Fang. His crocodile. Anyway, after the napkin incident and she realized I was trying to expose her, she cornered me in the bathroom. She tried to play nice, but when I didn’t buy it, she changed. She told me she would take all my friends and leave me alone.” Damian had to force the rage he felt to the side, for one because Marinette had told him about akumas and he didn’t want to deal with that right now. But also, because now he had a plan. “You said she threatened you after you tried to expose her right? Think she would do the same if I did?”

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Damian’s plan was simple. He would actively try to expose the liar to the class, in a way that the liar was sure to notice. When that inevitably failed, like it did for Marinette, then he would make sure he was alone for a while in the locker room. Lila would come to threaten him, just like she did with Marinette and he would try to keep the liar talking as long as possible. What Lila won’t know is that there will be a hidden camera in the locker room recording every poisonous word. He will have video evidence of the liar admitting to her deception. He also planned to share the video, live, with everyone in school, so no one can claim it was edited. If this doesn’t convince the class, then he is getting his angel out of this school.

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The next day, Damian started his plan. First, he went into the locker room and hid a camera up near the windows. The camera is remote controlled so as soon as the liar came in to confront him, he would start recording. Then he went into the classroom to begin the next phase of the plan. When Lila started one of her stories, this time about helping Prince Ali with a new environmental charity, Damian pointed out to the class that Prince Ali is known for working with children charities, not environmental charities. Lila floundered for a moment, but quickly covered her tracks. “He may be known for the children’s charities, but he has a wide variety of philanthropic interests. He just doesn’t get as much media coverage for his other charities.” The class bought the lie and didn’t question the liar at all. But that hadn’t been Damian’s goal with that comment. And based of the glare the Italian was giving him, he had accomplished his true goal.

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At lunch, Damian waited in the locker room like he planned. He didn’t have to wait long before he heard it. The sound of the locker room door opening. He turned to see the liar standing near the door. Damian quickly started the camera recording and broadcasting, and waited for the liar to start talking. Once she knew they were alone, the smile dropped from her face. “I can see you’re smart so I’m not going to waste our time trying to trick you with the nice girl routine. Don’t ever try to expose me again, or you will regret it.” Damian couldn’t hide the smirk on his face as the liar fell into the trap, which seemed to anger her further. “What do you mean Lila? Expose what?” Lila sneered at Damian, “You know exactly what. You tried to expose that my stories are more fiction than fact. If you don’t want to go through what I did to Marinette, then be smart and back off.”

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Damian had succeeded with getting the liar to admit to her lies on camera. But he wanted to clear Marinette too. “What did you do to Marinette?” Lila smirked, “I made her friends abandon her. You’ve seen how she sits in the back with only a few friends. She used to be one of the most popular girls in class. Now she is a nobody in the back of the room that everyone thinks is a bully because I told them so. I even got her expelled for a while. And if you try to expose me as a liar again, I will do the exact same thing to you. I will make your time in Paris miserable.”

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Now it was Damian’s turn to smirk. “See I won’t have to expose you, because you just revealed yourself. See that little camera up there by the window. It recorded every word you just said. It has also been streaming this live to the whole school. Now the whole school knows you are nothing but a liar.” Lila turns pale as she finally notices the camera. She flees from the locker room, hoping that Damian was lying or that some people didn’t watch the video or watched it and didn’t believe it. But when she got back to the courtyard everyone was glaring at her. Just like that Lila’s hold on the school was completely broken. She tried to reclaim her control, but no one listened to her now. Damian had also shared the video with one person outside of the school. Lila’s mother. Her mother had come quickly after the video aired and pulled her daughter out of the school, to send her back to Italy to attend a reform school. The liar was gone from his angel’s life and Marinette couldn’t be happier. And it was all thanks to Damian and his camera

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