#on a much smaller scale but to think that there is still 2 men out there guilty of raping me and if i one day

[thedepthsoffandomminds]

All paths lead here part 2

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Anakin was destined to fall in love with a Senator. Although, he did not know it would be you.Trouble follows you around....or is it chasing you?

"Anakin, stay with the Senator, I will begin the investigation into the security staff. It may feel to many of the people here that we are overstepping our boundaries but you need to test all her handmaidens. Each of them will need-" Obi-Wan cuts himself off his head whipping toward the direction of your quarters.

"I feel it too." Anakin admits and the two men rush to your door, bursting through, their Sabres already lit. You're lying on a sofa, peacefully unaware of their presence. The two Jedi look around, slowly sweeping the room when a small panel opens in the wall and a mechanical device drifts in. They both stop, completely still as it moves, the gears whirring inside it.

"What is it?" Anakin whispered.

"Stay very still, it's a hunter seeker. There will be someone controlling it, the sensor only picks up movement." Obi-Wan whispered back.

The seeker moved around the room, slowly waiting for anything. You shift in your sleep and the seeker catches your movements. It turns, a needle protruding from the tip and races toward you. Anakin doves forward grabbing the device in his hands. It fights for control as he crushes it with his metal hand. Small sparks crackle around his fingers. The sound of his body thumping down after leaping over the sofa had awoken you.

"What?"

"Stay here!" Obi-Wan shouts as he grabs the parts from Anakin and runs out of the room.

"Anakin?"

He crouches down in front of you.

"Someone was using a hunter seeker to attack you. We've stopped the device. Obi-Wan will stop the perpetrator." He assures you. Your hand instinctively holds on to him.

"Anakin, I don't feel safe anymore." You admit shakily.

"This is a hard time to be a politician." He agrees with you, "you have not been sleeping well have you?" He observes your eyes.

"A few hours each night, there is so much to consider. With Naboo being so engulfed in this war we have little choice but to prepare ourselves. It would be easy for the separatists to turn their attention here. We are a smaller planet and could be easily overwhelmed by the droids.

"We will train your army, make them formidable. You will be well protected, Senator."

"Thank you."

"You can keep R2 with you whenever you wish to sleep. He has a keen sensor that will alert us to any movements inside this room. I will seal the wall panel the seeker came through."

You nod, unsure of what to say.

"I think you'd be more comfortable sleeping in your bed." Anakin glanced at the sofa before holding out his hand and guiding you over to the elaborate bed. Four pillars stood tall at each corner, with a canopy of yellow connecting them. Heavy curtains draped around them, matching the material of the bedspread and curtains. You laid down on top of them, giving no fight to the Jedi removing your shoes and placing a light blanket over your legs.

Anakin would never admit to himself or anyone else but he waited for you to fall asleep, his eyes tracing the lines on your face. The scar on your hairline cut through the scales around your ear but did not distract from the beauty of your rounded features. He reached forward and pushed a strand of your (y/h/c) hair away from your face. His fingertips brushing your skin.

The door opened behind him and he turned back to his master, placing a finger to his lips. Obi-Wan nodded.

Once the blue and white R2 droid was situated in your room the two Jedi moved onto the adjoining balcony.

"A droid?" Anakin repeated.

"Yes, the Senator was right to employ us. In Fear we may be too late, but we will not give up. Interview her immediate staff, I will begin with the security." They agree and go off to their jobs.

Anakin sets up in your office, which is close to your bedroom. One by one he brings the handmaidens in and probes them. He verbally asks many questions as he uses the force to search their minds. All came up genuine and reliable. Much to your relief. With your ladies able to help you once more you felt a hint of normalcy creeping back. You sit with Anakin as he works through the staff. None knew how the droid had got in, and all appeared safe to continue working for you.

"It is such a relief." You admit to him as you walk down to the dining hall. Feeling comfortable in his presence with no need for any formalities you had opted for a simple blue bodysuit and matching boots. An elegant cap fell from the shoulders and draped just below your bottom. You could smell the delicious dinner waiting for you before you had reached the hall.

"It will be nice to eat a real meal again." You laugh. Stepping inside you see Obi-Wan waiting for you. He is happy to report little events from the security team.

"Good. Now let's leave work there. I'd like to eat dinner with two friends." You demand with a grin.

"Yes ma'am." Anakin quips. The three of you sit and indulge in the food. Roasted meats, steaming vegetables, creamed rices, pastries and boiled fruits. It was pure indulgence and you loved every bit of it. You could tell both men did as well.

"It has been a long time since we ate so well." Obi-Wan admitted. You all went to bed full and happy. R2 beeped gently as his scanner scoped the room. You felt safe.

[rain-day-today]

Gray and natsu as rivals and friends

2 men, who have known each other for half their lives and understand each other's pain in ways that not many people can, even in their guild, find solace and comfort knowing that despite their differences and annoyance they are still each other's pillars to lean on. They argue and call each other names but it's all lighthearted. They fight physically but to them it's just training y'know? Their entire livelihoods are based around fighting so engaging in it on a smaller, less dangerous scale is good for them and doesn’t really mean they want to actually hurt one another.

They are so similar in their pain and personality but so different in their ways of expressing themselves. Both can’t express themselves, but one pushes it down, letting it fester like an unnoticed but throbbing wound. The other lets it explode becoming, misunderstood but noticed. Even through that disconnect in what the other is feeling they still show up and provide the help that they can. This help doesn’t fix the issue but its a start in their healing. The twos differences let them rely on each other in an unspoken pact of understanding. Despite their words, they believe the world of each other and look up to the standards the other creates. Their rivalry is a rivalry made out of reverence and respect.

The two are friends despite their protests otherwise. Friends protect friends, friends see what pain and hurt the other is carrying. They have known each other for what Natsu remembers as pretty much his entire life, and in this time they created bonds that rely on unspoken understanding and advice. They want what's best for one another. And hate to see the other refuse to accept the good things they think they deserve. They argue as siblings do, over meaningless things and insults, but they make up quickly, and their quiet moments more than make up for the nicks and scratches of years before.

[zuragin]

Some ZhongXiao fics on ao3 that I love a lot.

What the title says.

I have not read all the fics in the tag because there are so many, so... it is what it is! This sampling will probably be smaller than it should be.  This list is in no order of preference.

1. The ZhongXiao Alliance by  Yellow_Canna

R18 fic. I think this must be the most popular?? ZX fic with a little bit of VenAether too... it is the one fic that appears in the search engine when you type “zhongxiao ao3″, haha. But it is so worth it. The characterizations are well done. Also, it has EVERYTHING. Comedy, drama, romance, angst, absurdity, smut, misunderstandings, character evolution, babies. It is a whole ride. I love how Xiao and Venti are written here in particular, as well as the prose in the middle part. I enjoyed reading this so much and have even re-read some memorable parts. If I start reading it I end up reading everything... it is a very dangerous story! But it is such a nice read! Just read the summary. Not putting it here because it’s quite long. It is a whole adventure.

2.  Boca de dragón by  Narialam   (Spanish)

 Este fic está en Español y la verdad lo considero muy bueno. Me pesa mucho que no esté completo, pero al menos llegó a un punto de inflexión importante en la historia. Básicamente a Zhongli le da hanahaki. La caracterización de Zhongli aquí es muy interesante. 

“Cientos de años atrás, la enfermedad de Hanahaki había causado algún que otro estrago en la región de Liyue pese a la atenta mirada del arconte Geo. Ahora que se había retirado nuevamente tenía que enfrentarla. Esta vez, en sus propias entrañas.“

3. city of requests by  stonesbeyondthesea

“A strange mortal wielding a Geo vision cleans out all of the demons and monsters in Guili Plains and Dihua Marsh within a single night. Though reluctantly impressed, Xiao refuses to place any confidence in this man’s intelligence, considering he thinks the best time for such an activity is in the pouring rain at the dead of night.

In which Xiao discovers the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor's Consultant who insists on accompanying him in his duties looks uncannily like his former Archon.”

This fic is so cute. Zhongli and Xiao are both playful, since Zhongli is playing at pretending to be a mortal. He thinks no one knows, but Xiao and the rest of the Adepti were aware of his real identity since the start... It’s such a cute fic. It’s also about Xiao getting closer to a mundane life. Qiqi is also suuuper cute. Also if I remember well Xiao speaks with the birds in this fic and it is sooo cute.

4. bury what needs burying by mnabokov

“Xiao has never felt grief like this.” 

R18 fic. MAN, THIS FIC KICKED MY ASS and punched me in the gut a couple of times while reading it. I do not know if I was too sensible that day but I for sure felt the sadness and the grief. Yes, this fic is about grief. This fic is also one of my favorites. Poor, poor Xiao. I never forgot about this story it’s just too good. 

5. dawnbreak by moonbell (snowdrops)

“If his destiny is death, has his lord’s will defied that of heaven’s?”

This is a response fic to the archon quest in 2.7... it is really nice.  I think the one line I loved was:

"I said I would not apologise for saving you. But I ask that you forgive my selfishness in keeping you alive," Zhongli says, lowering his head to Xiao. "It is one thing to ask your suffering for the protection of a nation. It is another, to have forced it upon you for my own sake."

6. xi wangmu by tzitzimeme

“Xiangling scales entire mountains to satisfy the palettes of her two pickiest customers. (Or, two men who are emotionally stunted by their own immortality inadvertantly turn an overly enthusiastic chef into their messenger pigeon.)

[Post 1.1 addendum added: Xiao remembers how to live.]”

This fic is more Gen (still, please be careful to read the tags beforehand), and I know the author has been involved in some drama, but I still enjoyed this particular story. I just enjoy the slow evolution of Xiangling’s interactions with both Xiao and Zhongli, and the ending is also cute. 

7. i let xiao eat a dream but it gets surreal and horny by bimbitri

“It's been hundreds of years since Xiao last ate a dream. Zhongli offers him the chance to eat his, but Xiao quickly realises that he's bitten off more than he can chew.

[ Xiao was no longer a hunter, a devourer – he’d become swallowed by Zhongli's dream entirely. He could feel it pressing against him. The weight made him gasp and squirm. Every inch of him – of his existence, of his identity, his self – was caught within the dream. Its touch was electrifying, sending tendrils of sweet heat over every inch of him. He was overwhelmed by each ethereal caress. Too much. Not enough. He wanted, wanted, wanted. ]”

The title and summary describe it well enough so I cannot add much. It is R18 obviously.

8. The Perks of Being a Cat by Minglan

“Hu Tao will kill me,” Xiangling breathes. Her gaze darts between Zhongli and the soup she prepared – the one which transformed Zhongli into a feline creature.--Zhongli accidentally turns into a cat and Xiao doesn't know.”

This one is a lovely fic about Zhongli turning into a cat and getting the rare opportunity to get closer to Xiao because of it.

9.  eternity begins with you by lorkhaj

“Zhongli remembered love. He remembered the pretty eyed boy left alone in the garden, covered in scars and cherry blossom petals. He remembered sneaking into their storage closets and stealing kisses amid breathless giggles and soft touches. He remembered midnight walks and stargazing and swordplay.Above all, he remembered all of their broken promises and fleeting maybes; he remembered Xiao.// 

So begins the tale of the dragon chasing the human through history.“

This FIC IS INCREDIBLE. I was in awe when I finished reading it. I read it in one go because I could no stop, I needed to know how everything turned out. It was a whole adventure. This fic is more like an AU based on the characters instead of a canon like story, but the story is so, so good. Please, please read it!! My words are probably not decent enough to praise it.

10.  the way joy sounds as it exits your mouth by crookedspoon

“Tender moments upon waking.”

R18 fic. This was very lovely and hot. 

11.  it's my first time being human (i learned to bear the retribution) by wisforia

“

One day, a young man catches his eye behind the counter at the coffee shop he frequently visits. A new staff, perhaps. He is not a familiar face, and Zhongli is certain he would have remembered him if he had seen him before.

There is a grace to the way he moves, fingers precise as he prepares the concoctions his customer has ordered. His dark hair streaked with teal is gathered at the small of his nape, yet still a few wispy pieces slip out, brushing against his sharp features, softening them.

Zhongli is merely a lawyer who frequently visits the coffee shop down the street from his office. Xiao is merely a barista working at that same coffee shop. One of these statements is not entirely true.”

This is an excellent AU in a modern setting that is still not finished but it’s uploading frequently and I am thinking it is already in it’s latest stages. The characterization for both Xiao and Zhongli, and just any other character in here really, is so good. I love it so much. I am enjoying following this story. I love the fragility of both Xiao and Zhongli in this. It is such a good slow burn story. 

12.  weathered stone by astracytevi

“Zhongli's heart is like weathered stone. He can stand waiting for Xiao after the incident at the Chasm; he is good with patience, after all.

But despite all of the weathering he has gone through, Zhongli holds firm (or does he really) when he learns that the one he loves returns the feelings.”

This is a nice mutual pining and love confession fic after the 2.7 event.  

“I’m sorry I’ve always been a burden to you. I’m sorry that you’ve had to deal with me being a nuisance for so long. It would have been better if Bosacius survived. He was a hero. I am not. Despite what I’ve told the Traveler, I am not.” 

Oh, Xiao...

13.  Even a Broken Glass Can Still Hold Water by Minglan

“Xiao always imagined their first kiss to be different. He imagined it to be warm and grounding – like finding home when his has been gone for so long. Too long.

---

Or: Xiao ends up in the same dorm room as his long-time crush Zhongli”

I also love this AU so much because they are just fellow students in this one, but also it talks a lot about Xiao as a character and the story creates a whole network of characters around Xiao too, so it is interesting to read. I enjoy seeing Xiao analyze his own mental struggles and trying to improve for his relationship with Zhongli. It is still not finished and the new chapters come out slowly, I pray everyday the author does not give up on this story... 

14.  Desire by ragnvndrr

“I wish that you, my lord, will tell me what it is you desire.”

Xiao worships Zhongli.”

R18 fic. Its is a sweet mature fic which I think, it is well described in the summary. 

15.  what it means to serve by morax-yipyip (ahajkunless)

“The thick musk of a powerful, centuries-old dragon permeates the air, enough that Xiao can smell it even outside the small cave Zhongli has hidden himself in. He knows it's dangerous to go in, deadly to offer up his own body for use like he's considering.

But to help Zhongli, he really doesn't have any other options.”

R18 fic naturally. This fic is basically Zhongli getting in some stage of heat, and Xiao willing to help him in the best way he can... I love Xiao’s devotion so much. This fic is about care and devotion. 

16.  报春花 (bàochūnhuā) by lumieres (irlsugawara)

“

beside my bed a pool of light— is it hoarfrost on the ground? i lift my eyes and see the moon, i bend my head and think of home.

Thoughts in the Silent Night

By Li Bai”

This fic is set in the past and it is about learning feelings. It is oneiric and poetic. 

17.  Terra Incognita by bunbum

“After carrying out a mission, Xiao returns to Liyue Harbor to find his Lord has taken on a new, unexpected form.”

This is a R18 fic. I like it mostly because there are not many fics where I see Zhongli taking a female-like form, so it is a nice surprise!! I like how they have such great communication, which is displayed en every scene and in particular in the smut. It is also based in the Rex Incognito books of Liyue, so it is of interest to me. And I like both Zhongli and Xiao in here. 

One part I liked: 

“Do you wish for my domination or submission?”

For once it’s a question Xiao can answer easily. His voice comes out in a weak breath. “Domination, always.”

“Thus, it is written in stone,” Rex Lapis declares.

18.  to struggle in vain by kirbeby

"So this is what it feels like to be warm." This is Xiao’s first thought when Morax grips his arm to pull him up from the ground. He hadn’t realized until just now that he’d forgotten the feeling. His second thought, moments later and much colder, is a desperate "He can never know."

soulmate au where when you touch a bare hand to your soulmate's skin for the first time, they receive a soul mark. one soulmate being marked doesn't make the other's mark appear automatically; they both have to touch a hand to skin. for angst purposes.

This is a soulmates AU and I love them all, enough said!! It is also after the 2.7 event, which is also welcome.

His second thought, moments later and much colder, is a desperate “He can never know.”

19.  A Novel Encounter by ApolloACNH

“Caught in a sudden rainstorm on the way to the train station not long after leaving work for the day, Xiao takes shelter in a bookstore with an eccentric owner…”

This is a lovely, lovely AU that was so good I wanted it to be way longer. It is long enough but it is just such a cute read. Here Zhongli is a bookstore owner, hehehe. 

[bottlecaprabbitgames]

Obligatory simple yet horny questions written in an unsexy way for the q&a, with the understanding that you don't have to answer all of these and that I have not stalked your tumblr in some time so they may already have answers. Also not actually in-character asks because I'm a rule breaker and a rebel:

1. It was a restless day, and a restless night. What does a typical wet dream for the ROs look like?

2. Most attractive thing for MC to wear for the ROs? And on that same note-- which of the ROs would and wouldn't wear lingerie?

3. What sorts of mundane, normal actions/behaviors would get the ROs unexpectedly worked up when its someone they like doing it?

4. ROs' most obscure kink? what weird shit are they lowkey into

5. Favorite non-bed location to bone?

6. because of a specific conversation we shall not repeat: breeding kink? Check yes or no

7. if called daddy/mommy which is recoiling in Disgust and which is like wait a second. hold on. interesting. hm. better reflect on this. (I'm part of the first group)

8 (my favorite): for those applicable: what are their most embarrassing or funny sex stories. Like, who fell off the bed and gave themself a concussion. the kind of story that takes 3 years together and an official commitment to even consider spilling. blackmail material

HI CHEL LOL

still cant believe u made that fucking rhyme-

This is if they are not romancing MC!

Blake... probably either a curvy, busty woman or a chubby man that's shorter than him, lol. Very much usually involves him on top and leading.

Loche... honestly, I don't think they have them often enough to have a typical one. If there is one it's probably a faceless person of the opposite gender and it's the same situation as they lived with in the Fae Realms, where the only relationships were sexual and one-offs, usually. In private.

Freja... lord have mercy, they're usually her favorite NSFW scenes in her smutty romance novels, but it's her in the leading lady's position. One that appears most often is her with a dress still partially on and a very ruggedly handsome man or tall woman ravaging her.

Iri... them being on the bottom. Does not matter what else is taking place, but they are on the bottom and usually with a more domineering partner.

Adontis... lingerie. Lots and lots of lingerie on faceless men and women in his dreams. Man just likes some skimpy fabric on people, what can I say?

Fawn can't dream.

Blake would want the MC to be wearing one of his shirts... and nothing else. Whatsoever. He'd be willing to wear lingerie but nothing that 'rides up in my ass'.

Loche similarly would just want MC in their clothes, or in a long t-shirt that goes to their upper thighs. They just really like that look. They'd be hesitant to wear lingerie, but if MC really wanted them to, they'd be willing to try smaller scale stuff.

Freja... is a big fan of MC wearing button down shirts with the first two to four buttons undone. That little strip of chest peaking out gets her heart racing. She is willing to wear lingerie, but will need some encouragement and for MC to go slow.

Iri would love to see MC in a teddy! Very big fan of them. Iri is also more than willing to wear lingerie and has several sets, actually!

Adontis would love to see MC in lingerie, specifically something he's picked out for them. Makes it all the more intimate, and he's a big fan of the idea of delayed gratification, and that would definitely play into it. He is not very willing to wear lingerie himself, however.

Fawn would just want MC naked, honestly, lol. Just give her easy access and she's more than happy. She is willing to wear lingerie, but MC will have to be the one to get it... and give it to her to wear.

For Blake, it's MC doing anything involving their lips, like licking them, chewing them, tapping or tracing them.

Loche... loves seeing MC playing with their hair. Their hands itch to be in their hair for a very different and far more intimate reason when they see it.

Freja... MC doing something physical. Exercising, working on a car or something else, anything that'd break a sweat.

Iri... I can't really think of anything for Iri. Hmmm..........

Adontis takes notice if MC is touching their neck or thighs. Especially if they're rubbing either.

Fawn... well, for them, fighting is pretty mundane, and it is definitely an instant kickstart to her libido if she sees MC training or actually kicking ass. Most especially if MC manages to best her while sparring.

OH BOY THE OBSCURE THINGS.......

Blake would 100% be down for pet play. With him being the pet. Not often, but every once in a while.

Loche... honestly, I think they're lowkey into getting caught with MC while they're having sex. Like, I think it would do A LOT for them and it would surprise the fuck out of them. It stems from the fact they're the one getting caught with specifically MC, however. It wouldn't do anything for them if it was someone else.

Freja... honestly, I can see her liking having her face pushed into the bed or pillows if things are getting rough. Not often, but uh... if it happened every once in a while, she'd love it.

Iri lowkey likes being fed.

Adontis... I'm NGL i could see Adontis loving the idea of either under-the-desk bjs type shit. His hand or MC's hand in the others pants at the dinner table. At public functions. Man's a bit of a freak.

Fawn would enjoy watching MC touch themselves, but would stop them before they finish. If they still managed to, however... she'd have to punish them.

Blake's is definitely in the back of a car.

Loche... probably out in the forest somewhere, especially at night. Less noise means they can hear more of MC's noises around them.

Freja... she's had many a fantasy of being fucked on a table.

Iri's would be probably a couch? Lots of fun maneuvering can be done on a couch.

Adontis would be his desk or in a chair. He is a fan of both.

Fawn likes walls. And floors. And tables. And cars. If she can get MC anywhere, she doesn't particularly care about the rest, lol.

AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA-

Blake: Yes

Loche: Yes

Freja: Yes

Iri: No

Adontis: Not opposed to it

Fawn: No

Blake would be down with it.

Loche would be very much NOT into it.

Freja would be like "Just, no. No. Do not."

Iri would be a lil into it.

Adontis would not be into it.

Fawn would let MC get away with it if she's fucking them roughly.

Blake and his wife, when they were dating, tried to have sex on his bike. It ended with him getting a black eye and her spraining her ankle very badly, lol.

Loche doesn't really have one.

Freja has never had sex, so not applicable.

Iri... at their first Magi college, they and their roommate were on the desk... where one of Iri's lab experiments also were. It uh. Got knocked over and processed to melt a hole in the floor.

Adontis and his last wife were... having quite a bit of fun in a carriage, so much so it caused one of the wheels to come loose and they had to wait for a passing cart to help them, lol

Fawn was uh. Had a fellow agent propped up on a meeting room table, expecting it to be empty as she didn't see any meetings scheduled for the day. However, with her pager turned off, she didn't get the memo that an emergency meeting was being held in it and wasn't on schedule. Lo and behold, half-naked agent and half-naked Fawn get found by the entire team and half the fucking Proctor staff, as well as the SECOND-IN-COMMAND OVER THE ENTIRE ADVOCACY LOCATION THEY WERE AT.

Needless to say, Freja had a lot to say. Both in the room and after.

HOPE YOU ENJOYED BUDDY, LMFAO ILY

[f-ferrari-forever]

Thank you Elle (@il-predestinato) for tagging me! Loved the Audie photo btw, she’s definitely giving Charles a run for his money on who is the most adorable wearing that Monaco cap.

1. Are you named after anyone?

Not that I know of, although my parents wanted it to be bit of an uncommon name. Fast forward to elementary school, there was girl in my class with the same name. Fast forward to now, turns out it’s a pretty darn popular name in a different part of the country. Oh well...

2. When was the last time you cried? 

Oh boy...Uhm, let’s just say that last month has been a bit of an emotional rollercoaster at work, but it’s all good now, at least I hope it is. 

On the other hand, I also teared up a little yesterday while reading one of the new entries in the Lestappen tag. I’d rec it here, but the author doesn’t want it shared outside AO3. Nevertheless, you’ll find it in the tag quite easily I think.

3. Do you have kids? 

Nope. Think I might want one eventually, but definitely not any time soon.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

It usually comes out the strongest when I’m pissed off, and when it does...let’s just say I’m not anybody’s bestie then 😅. 

5. What sports do you play/have you played?

I have a confession to make...I’m a bit like our beloved boys Maxy and Charlie when it comes to sports (that may also include driving, but I hope I can fix that soon). I did try dance for a hot minute, but I kind of/sort sucked at it. What else? Oh right, had one swimming class before I caught pneumonia. Fun times.

6. What's the first thing you notice about other people?

I have a bit of a sweet spot for fashion, so definitely how they’re dressed. Charlie baby, I’m definitely judging you.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Definitely happy endings. Although recently I’ve been the tiniest bit more exposed to scary movies. I still think they suck though.

8. Any special talents?

Definitely not. Although I’m going to take a page out of Elle’s book and say that at least I am fully aware about things I suck at. Self-conscious, right? That can easily slip into underestimating yourself, but that’s a another story...

9. Where were you born?

Romania, my frenemy, the land of choice. King Charles apparently likes it here. If only it were a different Charles...ahem.

10. What are your hobbies?

Reading, writing, watching silly little sports about silly little tax-evading men and down-right abusive federations and coaches who exploit their athletes...also spending time with the people I love. Balance, right? 

11. Do you have any pets?

I do! Two kitties and one dog. But they’re not as cool as Audie!

12. How tall are you?

164 cm, and I am very adamant that it’s 164, not 163, okay? Also, I have no idea how inches work. 

13. Fave subject in school?

It would have been Math if I had had less...Russian coaches like teachers (to a much more smaller scale, but still). English definitely, and I guess also Romanian (but our literature is...not the most entertaining and my teachers were weird).

14. Dream job?

I’m starting more and more to realise that it’s being a university professor. Which is a bit of bummer financially, and also it doesn’t help that in my field and in my country it’s generally perceived that only people who fail in the industry turn to academia. But I really like working with students and helping them succeed.

15. Eye colour?

I’m going to step away from the poop joke and instead use the Stephenie Meyer description of chocolate brown ✌🏻. 

Tagging: @xiaoluclair, @alestire, @pressradio, @coconutshygame, @the-last-jedis, @dnfstrategist, @just-an-inchident, @karlmarxverstappen if any of you guys want to this or haven't been tagged already!

[sparkliingdust]

IDK - I really liked Ted Lasso's series/season finale. Spoilery thoughts behind the cut.

I finished the series finale on a high, and legitimately cried a lot which I never do and did not think I would do at all after the disastrous season two...but seeing the mainstream criticism is disappointing. It feels like people really loathed it and said the whole series was a waste of time - like wow, have we come far from what the show was supposedly teaching everyone during the pandemic...but I thought it was good - heartfelt character development, a little fan service, wrap-ups to more of the important things, and I couldn't believe it won with them going all the way, to get to #2nd place but for it to still feel like a massive victory.

Season 3 was miles better than season 2 for me. I think what ended up happening is that the series wanted to add more to supporting characters in season 2 to give everyone more of a life outside of Richmond and focusing on Ted, but they couldn't really know how to piece it all together with one season left - so we got bits and pieces of heel turns with Nate or the racism Sam faces or whatever that dead dog thing was with Danny or delving into Ted's past but it struggled to know how to wrap things up more. A lot of it was off-kilter from the first season's tone, which was ultimately dry humored sprinkled with Ted's anxiety on top. The episodes became more of flashes of life rather than full-scale plots - it worked sometimes, it flopped others. Then, Season 3 turned its attention to having extra positive wrap-ups for the deeper details, and it was hard to readjust.

I agree with the critics that the weird love triangle finale between Keely, Roy, and Jamie was unnecessary, even if in the montage it seems like they're all on good terms... But Roy and Jamie became such good friends based on so many things outside of Keeley and who she should be with. It was out-of-character for S3Jamie to want to ask her out again just because he did well at the game, and ignore the boundaries Roy was trying to set, and for them to be petty enough to get into a fight about the video that leaked. Not only was Jamie and Keeley were in a consensual relationship when that happened, but wrongfully shamed Keely more than anyone. It seemed like such an odd way to pivot her arc back to two men who don't really have a leg to stand on in terms of defining self-worth for herself. The writing made it seem like she was a trophy for them, but she isn't.

I also get why fans are upset about Ted and Rebecca. Granted, I never really paid attention to them or shipped them, so I didn't see all of the smaller things shippers loved. But even in the beginning of episode 12, I screamed 'THEY FUCKED?! OMG'....but by the end, I was okay with them not ending up together - because it still felt to me like they were soulmates beyond romantic connection, much like Ted and Beard's friendship transcends Beard and Jane getting married without him. Like the impact they have on each other adds up to all of those little connections to show why they were meant to meet but not meant to be. (I'm not crazy about the Dutchman somehow being a fucking pilot out of nowhere, but damn he was hot, so I'd take as back-up.)

A lot of the resolutions loosely came down to the montage or pivoting from ideas that didn't feel fully finished, because the show was still striving to be happy-go-lucky at its core, and I think overall, that's okay. They found themselves in the end even if the rest of it wasn't exactly perfect.

[the-firebird69]

Simply put they have a system that's faulty and massively annoying and all the way and it's crap and it don't seem to understand it. So there's a bit of a backlash from the message but it is happening and it's really it's a two-way street if you know what I mean and BG doesn't get it macro you understand a little but when you put it out there Tommy F gets upset I guess and he's spoiled and his men are spoiled and they don't understand what they're doing and saying to people and they get their asses handed for them but that's kind of making this transition less bloody and less painful the more sitting around doing nothing and really we need people to do stuff at least maintain your own self in your yard and your refrigerator and cleanliness and it wasn't happening either. Do you want to California and it's a picture and the last a few days it's totally disgusting and they're forced to do stuff and that's what they need I guess that's what's happening and yeah these people are geniuses.

-and some million and one people who have all sorts of stuff the same really there's only a few people he talks to but still the message went out and they get it you're going to be stuck in this pocket of 5% of the Damned and that's not 5% of Florida that is a very small area all of the other apartment complexes and houses for rent are going to be owned or our own actually by someone other than a moron the evictions will begin we think on Monday and in a large scale it is going to be a massive massive day for that to happen the two idiots to be threatening everyone else and it's going to continue in that vein fairly soon they're going to get it they're not welcome here but to explain it 5% of what they owned what they owned was 20% of the housing and apartments and commercial and everything else so if you took a look at the housing it's still 20% of the housing and it's still 20% of the apartments so it would be 2 out of 10 houses or two out of 10 apartments which is not that much right now they are down to 5% of the houses and or apartments. So it's 1/5 of that ratio so instead of let's say one out of five it would be one out of 25 approximately it's more like one out of 35 which would it works out to with guards to a neighborhood the most neighbors here have probably 25 houses you're only going to be one either owned or owned and rented by someone else so it might not even be a monologue who is there it's just owned and it really is not dispersed like that it's only in four or five areas and three and concentration okay then you're talking about apartment complexes and that's one out of 35. If you have an apartment up in say Orlando area there's probably 5,000 apartments not units 5,000 apartment buildings so one out of 35 isn't that bad. It's just over a hundred apartments. And that's a business that's terrible there's this really 150 apartments out of that number, there's nothing the ratio is terrible it's 1 to 35 so it's 35 times roughly 180 apartments no almost 200 but who cares if you're talking about 5,000 apartments. Also that the density is highest at that number and up in Orlando it's about half that so really it's about 90 apartment complexes versus 5000 and you'll be one out of 60 houses that was owned by a warlock not necessary occupied moving on but this doesn't apply to occupancy it's different this is ownership but in the morlock apartments since 80 to 90% more luck and the rest is like this wild card type thing someone with a mixed brain or a smaller race and things like that but as a total population it's dropped well with a 1% today and they are having a lot of trouble getting here and if not impossible they're going to have a lot of trouble trying to get here from now on if they want to I don't know why they would want to it's ending several other things are occurring

-those with down syndrome and that's 90% of the more lock here or more are being grams if they appear as their selves so those with brain problems are being forced to rectify them and they're doing it rapidly

We're going to publish he's not normal that guy but he thinks he is

Thor Freya

Zues Hera

Olympus

These people are all crazy as hell mental illness it is very rampant

Couple other notes they're not very Swift they don't understand what time it is here most of their lollygally saying stupid s*** to our son and being mean so that's what's happening

Frank Castle Hardcastle

It is a lot worse than lackadaisical behavior just not knows they're being their snide the senile and they're just horrible so we're watching it and we're going to go over it and they're trying stuff but we're moving in now just to make sure it's safe

Duke Nukem Blockbuster

And I hope you will be okay there's a lot of them here for bothering and what he says is bothering me makes it a lot worse for themselves and deep down inside a lot of them know it some don't they pushed to do things but with so few of them here they are having difficulty with regards to not being arrested and I do understand that

Hera

Olympus

[riarevenge]

truly disheartened to hear everything that’s happened. to think that if my ex boyfriend hadn’t taken the cowardly route, and i had chosen to go to the police for his domestic abuse against me, and if it even MANAGED to get to court, this could be what i’d be faced with??? defamation for openly stating that he beat me?? being ridiculed even more than domestic abuse victims already are, because now the whole world has decided to listen to a twisted narrative aboht johnny depp? this will literally see thousands, if not millions of womens lives in danger. there were already disturbingly low numbers of reports filed against rapists and domestic abusers, now there’ll be even less. and im so sure we’ll be seeing more women dead.

[robininthelabyrinth]

Hi! I really love your writing and was wondering if you would do a part 2 of the fic you did for @kitsunesongs birthday?

The one where Nie Huaisang meets Xiao Xingchen and "persuades" him to go to the Nie Sect.

sequel to this one

Xiao Xingchen and Nie Mingjue got along just as disgustingly well as Nie Huaisang might have predicted, and it was starting to tick him off.

Not just him.

“It’ll pass,” he remarked to the glowering young man sitting beside him. “It always does…eventually. Xiao Xingchen is no different.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Song Zichen said, voice tight and back even tighter. The temples and the sects were not on what one might call the best of terms – it was politely referred to as tensions – so Song Zichen had refused to even consider leaving Xiao Xingchen in Nie Huaisang’s not-so-capable hands, but he also wasn’t strong enough to stop him, so all it meant in the end was that he had to trail along with them like an imprinted duckling.

A duckling with no sense of humor.

“They all come and get knocked over the head with it,” Nie Huaisang said with a sigh, fanning himself. He’d seen it happen time and time again. “My brother, I mean.”

“Your brother…hits people?” Song Zichen said, sounding doubtful enough for Nie Huaisang to realize that even he’d fallen for it.

“No,” he said patiently. “They’re overwhelmed by admiration for how good of a big brother he is and want him for their own.”

Song Zichen’s expression appeared to be at war with itself: he couldn’t decide whether to scoff at Nie Huaisang’s patent ridiculousness, furiously deny that Xiao Xingchen was attempting to market himself for possible adoption, or sullenly acknowledge that he, too, would like to be the recipient of Nie Mingjue’s rough sort of affection.

It was all those meaningful hand-on-shoulder, serious eye-contact, respect-is-given-where-it-is-earned-and-I-respect-you things Nie Mingjue did without thinking about it – possibly it was just the dearth of decent parents among the Great Sects, and the smaller sects too come to think about it, but everyone was hilariously susceptible to it.

(He’d accidentally done it to Lan Qiren once, making the man actually glow with pride for a moment before he realized he was being complimented by someone at least a decade his junior and fixed his expression. It was a memory that warmed Nie Huaisang’s heart.)

“Still,” Nie Huaisang mused. “I will admit that this is getting out of hand.”

He’d known that Nie Mingjue would be fond of Xiao Xingchen, but he hadn’t anticipated how much his brother had apparently been longing for someone with whom he could have ethical and moral discussions that didn’t leave him scowling and looking sick to his stomach. The two of them shared a clear and forthright vision of the world – in which people were supposed to help others, fight evil and save innocents, and that everything else was a distraction – and what started out, to Nie Huaisang’s mind, as some sort of moral purist fan club had eventually sort of…escalated.

It wasn’t that Nie Huaisang forgot that his brother was a powerful sect leader and formerly the general of the combined forces of the cultivation world and therefore was a terrifying political powerhouse to be reckoned with, not really. It was that his brother so rarely ever did anything with his power and influence that it was easier to just…put it aside.

On a normal day, his brother was a simple person: he wanted his family and sect to be happy and safe and strong, the common people protected, and evil defeated – ideally courtesy of his blood-thirsty saber, after a brisk bit of exercise. Nie Mingjue was respectful of others, such that he rarely intervened where he wasn’t explicitly invited, and so his focus had always been Qinghe, its environs, and the surrounding sects that pledged their loyalty in exchange for Nie support and strength.

Xiao Xingchen had more ambitious ideas than that.

Maybe he should have done more to head off their enthusiasm before it got this far, Nie Huaisang grumbled in his thoughts. But his brother seemed so happy, lighter than he’d been in years, less angry at everything – and his sudden burst of activity was driving Sect Leader Jin up the wall, and that was just legitimately hilarious.

Still, it was one thing for Xiao Xingchen to say that he wanted to protect innocents and defeat evil, no matter where it was. In the end, he was a naïve and untried young man unfamiliar with the world, no matter how powerful his ancestry, and such things would always be met with indulgent smiles and virtually no interest, everyone assuming it was little more than a child’s daydream.

It was something completely different for Nie Mingjue, Chifeng-zun and Sect Leader to one of the Great Sects, to put out a call for all able-bodied cultivators with courage and skill to join together once more to sweep through the worst parts of the cultivation world and clean it up together.

After all, Lan Xichen might win the women’s vote, but among men, at least, Nie Mingjue was the most admired man in the cultivation world, bar none, the most idolized and revered and envied, and he was offering an opportunity to win valor by his side. Those who had fought in the Sunshot Campaign were enticed by the notion of something clean and straightforward, cultivator against evil the way it was supposed to be; those that didn’t have a chance to win glory the last time were champing at the bit to belatedly add “fought under Chifeng-zun’s command” to their personal legacies; those who had been too young for the war were excited by the possibility of fame and fortune…

Sect Leader Jin, who was advocating to be Chief Cultivator of the cultivation world, did not want there to be a roving war-bad of powerful cultivators under his chief-most rival’s personal command, traveling throughout the cultivation world and making friends with each other and winning fame left and right with only Nie Mingjue to thank for it.

Sadly for him, there really wasn’t anything he could do about it.

Especially not now that Nie Mingjue was no longer asking Jin Guangyao to come play for him so regularly.

The playing had been designed to help with his ever-worsening temper, if Nie Huaisang understood his brother’s curt explanation properly, but it hadn’t really been doing much, and Nie Mingjue was far too busy now to waste time with things like that.

(Nie Huaisang did not think about how his father had died, and how much stronger his brother was than his father had ever become. He did not think about the fact that Xiao Xingchen was said to be doomed, the way his brother was doomed, or the fact that his brother’s decision to stop listening to Jin Guangyao’s playing or Lan Xichen’s encouragement of it had come on the heels of meeting someone else who was trading away their chances at a long and happy life for a chance to try to improve the world.

He did not think about any of that, or of the slow halting explanation his brother had finally given him about all the things he knew-but-didn’t-know about his sect’s cultivation style, about his brother’s own personal prognosis, and he certainly didn’t think about how his brother clearly saw this whole ridiculous notion of a massive large-scale night-hunt as his final campaign, his legacy, to be left behind when he himself left the world.

It wasn’t relevant, because it wasn’t going to happen, Nie Huaisang wasn’t going to let it happen. So he wasn’t thinking about it.)

“It’s a good plan,” Song Zichen said, and Nie Huaisang looked at him. “I had wanted to start a sect with no bloodline, based only on friendship, but Xingchen and your brother are putting together a coalition of sects that is much the same thing. All of those young men becoming brothers in arms…”

“Women, too,” Nie Huaisang said, because it was true. There’d be plenty of unexpected marriages formed before this whole thing was done – Jiang Cheng had recently declared his intention of joining, the nephew he’d insisted on caring for personally carted around on a sling on his back, and he looked so positively dashing when he did it that the women of the cultivation world might even consider removing him from their blacklist one day.

Maybe.

Song Zichen nodded seriously. “Women as well. Regardless, the end result of what they are achieving is the same - unity, friendship, cooperation, rather than chaos.”

Nie Huaisang smiled. And then, because why not, he used the excuse to slide closer and nudge Song Zichen in the side with a hand that lingered. “Don’t count yourself out, Song-xiong. You’re contributing, too.”

Song Zichen did not appear convinced.  

“You are!” Nie Huaisang insisted. “You just need to figure out what you’re good at – some purpose for yourself, some mission, or even just something to pass the time pleasantly. I’ll even help.”

He was about to suggest that they go to bed together – listen, he was shallow and Song Zichen was a very pretty person – but Song Zichen frowned, ducking his head a little in thought.

“Well, there is something,” he said slowly. “I thought, if it was true, that I might go deal with it. Although it’s only a rumor I heard…”

“I love rumors,” Nie Huaisang assured him, shelving his proposition for the moment. “What is it?”

“Have you ever heard of someone,” Song Zichen asked, “by the name of Xue Yang?”

[sineala]

Hi Sine~ I recently came across some of your reading lists and I saw the one about the reading order for Avengers Vol5/New Avengers Vol3. And I was wondering if any other main runs have to be read simultaneously like that, or if that's basically a feature of comics? Where mostly all of it has to read alongside something else? I could probably pick your brain all day about comics, honestly. Thanks!

Feel free to keep picking my brain! Almost no one sends me asks when I have anon off.

If you're asking about the specific situation of needing to read two entire runs together more or less simultaneously, that's a thing that Jonathan Hickman specifically seems to like to do. He did the same thing with his Fantastic Four run before this, pretty much, and after this he did it on a slightly smaller scale with X-Men in House of X/Powers of X, which was two miniseries where you absolutely had to read both series in order.

Other than that, it's reasonably common to have comics events where you probably need to read at least some of the tie-ins in addition to the main event book in order to make anything make sense.

There are some events that are deliberately structured like this that are all tie-ins, where the entire event takes place in the individual comic books and you have to read them in order and it won't make much sense if you skip any of the tie-ins. Basically, the event just happens to be held in ongoing comics to make you have to buy all of them. The biggest event that immediately comes to mind for me here is Operation Galactic Storm, which has something like 25 issues. Dark Reign is also like this in that there's no main event book, but it's a lot more loosely structured and you don't need to read all the issues there.

Then there are events that have one or two special books, usually to start and end the event, and then the rest of the event takes place entirely in tie-ins. Relatively recently, this would be something like Standoff. I think this might also be The Crossing; I am still not brave enough to read it.

But usually the situation with comics events is that the main event miniseries will mostly stand on its own and the tie-ins will provide more information and different perspectives, like what Your Fave thinks of the main event. It varies as to how well events do this. For example, you can read the Civil War mainline and none of the tie-ins and get a story that is relatively understandable -- but then you might be confused as to how pretty much every other book for years afterward talks about how Captain America dies in it, and as it turns out he dies in Captain America #25, which is not part of the main series at all. So there are definitely events where reading a few specific tie-ins really helps your understanding of later events.

But in terms of "yeah, you have to read this entire Avengers run at the same time as this other Avengers run," I'm pretty sure that's just Hickman. There have been other situations where single writers have been in charge of massive multiple-book chunks of the Marvel universe -- like DNA Cosmic or Claremont's X-Men (and all his other X-books) -- but as far as I know, for the most part you can read just one series and be fine understanding it, although if you're having fun you will probably want to read more. Bendis' tenure at Marvel featured him writing multiple simultaneous books about the same people -- New Avengers vol. 1 & Mighty Avengers vol. 1, Avengers vol. 4 & New Avengers vol. 2, Invincible Iron Man & International Iron Man & Infamous Iron Man -- and to the best of my recollection they all pretty much stand alone. I read New Avengers/Mighty Avengers at different times and I was fine; I've never read NA vol 2 but Avengers vol 4 is perfectly understandable without it.

So, yeah, it's basically a Hickman thing but also it's a tendency that other comics runs sometimes (but not always) have, but taken to the absolute extreme. Because there are definitely events where you have to read a few different ongoing books in precise orders -- but I can't think of anything else where it's the entire run. It's possible that someone at DC does this or someone at Marvel I'm not thinking of, but I can really only think of him.

Hope that helps!

[dnarez]

In Need Of Help

Summary:

Pro hero Shinso is in need of more evidence to get a crazy man that has been eating pieces of people, he would do anything for some help.

[This is a gift for my followers in all platforms, forgiving me so much views, kudos, votes and followers in all my accounts, I'm very thankful for everything, so here's a little something]

...

His heels clicking on the pavement and a nearby bar was the only things that were making noise on that, cold and dark night.

Shinso knew that he shouldn't be there, even if now he was a licensed Pro Hero, he needed this, only one more information, one last victim, one small proof, and the case would be over.

That damn monster that lurks around every hour of the day would be behind bars, but for that to happen, for the victims to be able to sleep without a care in the world, he needed to do this, he needed to be here.

Here, in the middle of nowhere, with no backup, and cross dressing.

Someone, a monster, had been eating people, but only bits of them, the Thing would cut a piece of the victims body, sometimes a few pieces, normally from the legs or the arms. It didn't matter if you were woman or man, the Thing loved juicy and savory meat. By what the victims told him, they would be sedated on the area and cut open, the 911 would be called by their own cellphone, and a voice would ask for help, they probably used a voice modifier.

The Thing was described as a big and scary humanoid lizard, with golden scales all over their body, by the looks of it, the Thing was a male, but Shinso thought otherwise, he thought about what the victims said that happened before the attacks, sometimes a person would call for help, others were tapped on their shoulder, some were asked directions or the time, and others were asked if they wanted to have some "fun". But from all those times a female voice was permanent, the police said that it could be the work of two people, but that seemed very unlikely, since every single one of those victims said that it was only one voice, only one monster.

And now Shinso was walking around dressed as a woman, going through the almost empty streets, since most of their victims were female, he decided to make himself an easier bait.

'From 999 victims more than 80% were women, I hope this works'

By using a tight fit sweater like dress, some leggings, a wig and some make up Shinso looked just like any other women going home late at night

'I can't be too confident' he curved his body around the purse, looking down to the ground and trying to walk fast through the dark streets.

When walking by the bar some drunk men whistled and grabbed his arm "Come on sweetie we can have some fun with each other, why don't you look at me?"

The smell of cheap beer was sickening, but Shinso couldn't drop the act and punch that man's face, so he started to struggle against the drunk, with a choker that modified his voice to of a female, he said "LET ME GO!" The high pitched voice echoed throughout the empty street.

The drunk man pulled him closer, since Shinso was using heels he lost his balance and couldn't pull his arm from the man's grasp, who started to grope his ass "Ooooh! What a nice ass! You must go to the gym, come on~ I just want to have some fun with you baby"

"I said-!"

Suddenly the grip on his ass and arm was released, a humanoid dragon with golden scales, horns coming from their hair and was 5 meters tall held the drunk by his neck.

Shinso looked shocked at their size.

"The lady told you to let her go" the sweet and feminine voice didn't fit that thing.

The drunk was put on the floor, she glared at him "get out of here before I change my mind" he run back to the bar.

Shinso was still in shock looking at her "Y-you..."

The humanoid picked up his purse and gave it back to him.

"Y-you-... I-I-I..." Shinso sighs and calm himself down "thank you!" He smiled at her, and see she smiles back.

"Do you need help? This place is always a dessert at this hour, I can take you to your home"

'Bingo!' Hitoshi has to hold himself to not smile in victory "I don't want to bother you!" He says with a sickly sweet voice, and looks away playing that he's a shy girl.

"It won't be a bother, two women waking around is better than one alone, I know my way around here pretty well, why don't you tell me where you live so that I can take you there."

He nods and tells a hotel address.

"Oh! I'm also staying there! What floor you are in?" The tip of her tail is sawing lightly

"3rd floor"

She gasps and puts her hand on her chest "Me too! Let's go! You must be tired!"

He nods and smiles.

They walk side by side, but then she huffs and looks at the sky "I can take you there faster if we fly, I'm too lazy to walk" she picks him up with her tail around his waist and puts him on her shoulders.

"W-wait!" But she doesn't listens, and her size gets bigger, now she's 11 m.

With too much easiness you, the dragon humanoid, fly up in the air, over the city.

He holds tight to your horns, wait... the victims told them that it was a lizard looking person, the Thing could distort their voice, he just-... he got the wrong person, as you glide through the sky his wig fly away, he shrieks, panicking.

You laugh at him "You should have used that weird hair glue man"

"Y-you knew!?" He looks at you surprised.

"Of course! Your natural body odor can't be hidden by a mere cheap perfume"

Shinso blushes heavily. "I'm sorry I confused you with the cannibal that is running around eating people" he looks down at your scales and is impressed by their glow.

"You're not the first cutie, now why don't you tell me your name?"

Hitoshi covers his face with one hand. "You can call me MindJack, it's my hero name"

You nod and shook yourself "hold on, I'm gonna dive!" He holds tightly on your horns as you nose dive till you were next enough from the building you transform to a smaller dragon when you land on the roof. "You can let go now"

He releases you and step back, but falls on his ass since he was using heels.

"Hey... your cute!" You get close to his face, close enough that he can feel your breath.

Blushing heavily he gets up and nods to her "Thank you but I-" he notices he's necklace activated and turns it off "Thank you, but I have to go" your face lights up when you hear his voice "I really need some evidence on that guy".

"I can help you then" you state simply

"What!? NO! You are a civilian, how can you help me?" Hitoshi crosses his arms

"Because, my dear pro hero, you are trying to capture my good for nothing brother" you start pacing around him, about 2 m of distance.

"How do I know that you're saying the truth?" Shinso squint his eyes at you "you could very well be lying"

You nod, stopping in front of him "I can show you where he puts the meat that he doesn't eat"

"I thought he ate all of it"

You shook your head "He likes to put it away, like a prize, know what I'm saying?"

Shinso nods "let's go to the police station and-"

You flare up at that, now a pose extremely intimidating, with your wings open and tail waving around, nervous. "I think the fuck not! You are going to find that place alone if you want the police involved!"

"NO! Please! That monster is already in his 999 victim!"

She squints at him "no police, and no other pro heroes, I'm not found of that type"

He nods quickly, this is the only lead they got in the last 4 years, but something has been bugging him "Where is he right now? He didn't eat no one the last 2 weeks."

"He's waiting, he wants the people to be less aware at night, it is his last victim, he wants a whole person this time"

Hitoshi gulps "Where is he?"

"Don't know" you shrug "but since people are back at the streets at night he will be back in-" you stop and look at the moon, figuring out the time "in a few hours, maybe 5 or 6"

That put the pro hero on edge "what will he do when he gets back?"

You think for a bit and goes back to pacing around him "probably sleep, call me, and when the night falls he will go out and take his 1000 victim" you stop by his side this time "but I can help you~"

Shinso stops and things about it for a bit, if what she's saying is true then someone will be eaten alive that same shitty day. "And how exactly are you going to help me?"

"That's easy! I will put something for him to sleep on his morning juicy, he will sleep, I tie him up, and give him to you, with also his address so that you can take all the evidence necessary"

"You can't put someone to sleep and delivery it to me!"

"Yes I can, I will be his 'last victim' and say that I thought he would kill me, so you will just tell the cops that you came and rescued me from him, TCHARAM! What do you think about that?"

Hitoshi stops in his tracks, the cold midnight air on his skin makes him shiver from cold. "But what do you want in return? It's impossible that you are doing this just because you want to help, if you wanted to help you would have at the beginning of his attacks"

You nod at him and stops by his side, enveloping him with a wing, looking him up and down "You are right, I want something- no... I want someone, I want to have some fun... with you" you gently grab him by his chin "It's cold, let's go inside, so I can get my payment" you put your hand on his ass and nudge him to the roof door.

"W-wait! I didn't agree to this!" You stop and look at him amused.

"Oh! So you have another choice? That's news to me, since you didn't have enough option to not dress up as a woman" you gently hold the hem of his dress with a finger.

Hitoshi trembles, now realizing that you are right, if he wants your much-needed help he will... have to sell his body. "B-but I never-!" Shinso blushes, hard.

You laugh mocking him"You are a virgin!? How old are you? 25? 24? That's gold! Well... for me" when you pass the door and start going down the stairs with a hand on his lower back, you also take that time to transform in to your human form, with only small horns, a thin tail and small wings visible.

You look like a succubus to him, but the normal clothing doesn't match the lustful look on your eyes.

...

Opening the door to your bedroom and pushing him in with you was easy.

He sits on the bed and take off his heels as he watches you walking around. "How is this going to go?" Shinso feels small, like when people called him a villain in his youth.

Hitoshi was thinking of how he's an idiot for not taking his capture weapon with him, and even if he did, he realizes that it would be useless right now, but having it would be some kind of comfort.

You see him lost in thoughts, fumbling with his fingers, he's so cute! Even if he's tall for a man, he's small to you, as you walk around the room and go to the bathroom to get the bath ready, you hear soft steps walking to you.

"Don't you want something else?" When you look at him, he doesn't meet your eyes, he looks even smaller right now, hugging himself, in clear discomfort.

"I'm a doctor, I don't need money, I don't want fame or exposure, nor do I want anything that you may have... well, besides your body" you chuckle and start stripping.

Hitoshi blushes and closes his eyes. "I-I can find you someone better, maybe another pro hero, I was a classmate with some of the top 10 heroes, maybe yo-"

"Don't want it" you say like it was obvious "I don't like heroes in general, you are the first one that I feel attracted to" you walk to him and get smaller, now you're just a little taller than him, his sight is directly at your breast, but sadly he's eyes are closed. "Do you need help, or you can take your clothes off yourself?"

Shinso shivers from just thinking about her passing her hands over his body "I can do it!" He tries to keep his voice strong.

"So go on" you sit at the border of the big bathtub "give me a nice show will you?"

He looks at your naked form still blushing and then looks at the bathtub "aren't we just going to fuck? Why do I have to take a bath?"

"You are too feminine right now, don't get me wrong I love a woman in my bed, but right now I'm hungry for some masculine men at my feet and losing control" you put something on the water and mix it with your hand.

Taking a shaky breath he starts to get undressed. Shinso is disgusted at himself, selling his body to a random woman who says she is the attacker's sister, but... he has no other lead to that Thing, this is the last hope. So Hitoshi takes a deep breath and start to taking the dress off, he never thought that this would be his first time... he wanted to be with a lover or at least a friend that took pity on him, not this... in a run down hotel, with a stranger that says they have a lead. Being a hero sure sucks.

"Hmmmm, what a nice body!" He looks at your back and sees your thin tail make a heart shape "now the pants and underwear at the same time"

With a shuddering breath he takes them off, covering his dick with his hands feeling exposed under your eyes.

"Now come here, I want to feel you"

He obeys now in front of you, as you stay sat on the bath border.

You take his hands in yours and smile "we can stop this at any moment, you can go on without losing your virginity to me" Shinso sighs relieved and smiles down at you "but of course, I won't tell you anything or help you an all" his smile drops and a frown takes place, he shook his head, and you lick your lips at that. "Now let's start to clean you, the fun will begin soon enough"

You hold his hand and get inside the bathtub, pulling him with you as you sit down.

Shinso stays a little far from you, but you're still holding his hand.

Taking deep breaths and relaxing was good and all, but you wanted more, so you pulled him closer and kissed him.

The hero did not pull back, and instead kissed you back, that made you eager, as you licked his bottom lip asking for entrance, Shinso started having doubts, so he didn't open his mouth, well. Until he felt you grabbing his balls and massaging it, gasping in surprise was enough for you to start a full tongue kiss.

He grows and whimpers against your mouth, he turns you on so much! Maybe you should keep him, but let's see if at the end he will be your good boy or a damn pro hero.

He's dick start to get hard from you massaging his balls, and the kiss is getting louder from all the saliva, that may also be turning him on, it's the first time someone else touches him there.

Your tongue is bigger and longer than an average one, is also pointy and very flexible, so it's easy to wrap yours around his one, and you suck it, at that he moans, you separate the kiss to let him breath, and the face he makes is incredible, making you extremely turned on, damn this man is going to be your end.

"So cute, so sweet!" You day, and he gasps air and hold your hand when you squeeze his balls lightly.

"Please... that's enough... I should go and- AAAAHG!" he shouts surprised by the feeling of something on his nipple, but your arms didn't move, one was behind his shoulder holding his neck from behind, and the other fondling with his balls, so what-

Looking down he saw the tip of your tail, it was a straight tip, no heart or anything, just like a snake's tail, it was doing circles on his nipple, with just enough pressure to turn him on.

"You are so sensitive! Do you pinch your nipples when you masturbate?"

"What!? No- AAAAAHG!" his hips jerks, you had suddenly licked his nipple.

"Don't lie to me~♡ they wouldn't be this sensitive if you never touched them" taking his nipple in your mouth and sucking it has Shinso growling.

"YES! I do pinch my nipples when I masturbate!"

You hum with his nipple in mouth making him whimper at the vibration, he moves his hand to try and alleviate himself a little, but your hand that was on his balls is faster, grabbing his dick and jerking it with enthusiasm.

That has Hitoshi on cloud nine, with the tail now wrapping around his balls and moving Itself without stopping, your mouth sucking and licking his nipple, one hand on the back of his neck caressing him, and the other masturbating him. It was too much, Hitoshi never felt like this, it was overwhelming the amount of pleasure he was feeling, all of this brought him to the edge quickly.

"I-I'm... I'm gonna! Ah! Ah! More! Just a little more!" He close his eyes but as soon as the sensation came from the orgasm, it went away he shouts, throwing his head back frustrated and opens his eyes, desperately pumping his own dick trying to cum, but you stop him and kiss his knuckles.

He looks at you, with an open mouth and relaxed slutty eyes trying to focus on you. "Please... please let me cum!"

You chuckled at that and kissed his lips "sorry MindJack, but only good boys can cum, pro heroes can't, and since you told me your pro hero name and not your real one, I can't let you cum" you pout at the idea of your new toy not cumming "I will give you a prize if you tell me your name" wrapping your hand around his dick and pumping it slowly.

But reason was louder inside Hitoshi's mind, it didn't let him tell his name, it would be too dangerous for him, so he shook his head.

You sighed disappointed but nodded "it's okay, you're here to make me feel good, so I will let that one thing slip, but if you ever change your mind just tell me"

He took in a deep breath and nodded, getting ready for your next move.

You sit in between his legs an open them, looking directly at his butt hole you tilt your head to the side "Have you ever stick something in your ass?"

At that he blushes hard and shook his head "No-! I-I never put anything there"

"Well... now you will" you wink at him and submerge in the water, with his dick in hand you put your tongue on his asshole, he's hips jerk in surprise, so you use your other hand to keep them from moving.

The sensation was weird and uncomfortable, he could feel you tongue slithering inside his asshole, the unwelcomed sensation made his dick start to go soft, but you jerk him off, so that he would relax on your tongue, and focus on something else.

Shinso looked at you underwater and was surprised by how little the bubbles got out of your nose, maybe your quirk had something to do with that? The jerking of his dick got faster, making him focus totally on that, as a result you went deeper with your tongue on his inside, and by moving around he could feel like you were searching something, but his dazzled mind could only focus on your hand that was holding his hips now going up and pinching his nipple, he grows at that and whimpers as you press your nails on it from time to time.

The warm feeling on his lower stomach came back, the built-up coming a little faster this time around, but it skyrocketed as you hit his prostate, making him moan loudly with a surprised yep.

"I'M... GONNA CUM!" Even if you were underwater you heard him, you already knew that he was at the edge of an incredible orgasm, since his walls were trembling around your tongue, his dick pulsating in your hand and his hips moving, trying to get more of you inside him.

When his eyes started to turn to inside his head, mouth lightly open with gasps and whimpers, he was almost there, just a little bit, just a little bit, just a- "NO!" He sobs as you stop everything at once and sit up on the tub.

He's sobbing like crazy, trembling all over from another orgasm being ripped from him, this one was so big too, he could feel that it would be one of the bests in all his life.

You purr at him and pets his head softly, kiss his cheek and the tip of his nose, hugging him from the side, he hides his face at the crook of your neck and his sobs stop after a while.

Shinso sighs, trembling in disgust from how well he responds to your touches, your hands feels so good running through his hair and his body, your cat like purr comforts him to no end, everything about you feels so welcoming... 'what the fuck is happening to me?'

...

After washing his face from the makeup and cleaning your own body he sits at your feet while you sit on the chair in front of your computer, without bothering to put clothes on or tell him to dress himself, it won't be needed.

"Right now I need to check some emails, so you'll go down on me if you do a good job I can get you some early evidence" you finish drying your body and spread your legs to him and start reading emails.

Hitoshi saw enough porn in his life that he knows what to do, pulling himself closer to her pussy and opening his mouth was an incredible view to you.

Starting with shy cat licks, you sigh in comfort and pets his head, going tight back to typing.

With a little more confidence that you gave him through the head pats he starts to savor you, his tongue licks for longer each time, and he feels the little button against it.

Your cellphone starts ringing making him stop his ministrations, but you gently nudge his cheek "don't stop, and be careful with your teeth" you answer your phone, and he goes back to liking you, now you were wetter than before, maybe you like the risk of being caught.

Shinso sucks lightly on your clit and sees you smiling at him with adoration "Yeah I refused her... I know, but I can refuse someone whenever I want" you sigh relived when he starts to get the hang of it. "Not my problem, I told you that I don't like heroes, and I also told you that even if it was an emergency I wouldn't attend them.... that was because I didn't knew he was a hero... that one was a vigilante... of course they are differeEEENT!" you look at him shocked, Hitoshi put his tongue inside you and was purposely rubbing his nose on your clit "hmmmmm... yeah sorry, I almost tripped...no no I'm- mmmmmmmmh! I'm fine... yeah? Well... then sue me, I don't care" you hung up the call and patted your thighs "hands where I can see MindJack"

Shinso puts his hand on top of your thighs, and you can feel pre-cum on one hand and a bit of it also on the tip of his other hand "Oh! So you did like my tongue on your back door!" You interlace your fingers with his hair and lightly pull on it making him groan, the vibrations hit you just right "ooooh~! Right there baby... such a good little hero, getting me nice and wet so that I can eat your cock with my pussy" that has Shinso moaning against you, you moan back at him and goes back to answering emails, but still gasping and moaning from time to time.

By the looks of it he's getting more clumsy and desperate by now, he starts to eating you aggressively, and it starts to turn you off, so you pull him away from your pussy "enough, you can't make me cum with your mouth, but don't worry, since this is your first time it's normal to not get it right hero"

Hitoshi sighs and calm his breathing, he grab both your thighs and look up at you with such a deplorable face that has your inside heating up.

"Hmmmmm~♡ what do you want my little hero?" You put your thumb in his mouth, and he sucks on it "want to have something wrapped around your dick like there's no tomorrow? Tell me what you want, and I will give it to you" you close your laptop and focus on him, Hitoshi trembles under your eyes.

"I want to lose my virginity... please" he says with your finger in his mouth.

You chuckle at his face "How adorable, you never asked my name and still want to fuck me, how dirty of you, does it turn you on not knowing my name?" You put your feet on his dick and start to rub him.

"Name... I want to know your name, I want to cum saying your name"

Your smile grow darker "then tell me yours" Shinso stops all his thinking again, looking at her surprised, he shakes his head, you huff and nod "Okay, okay, well... right now you can call me doctor, or doc, when you tell me your name I will tell you mine" you get up from the chair and goes through your purse "lay down on the bed, let's get started, you can sleep here, tomorrow we will do all that hero stuff"

Hitoshi goes and sit on the bed with his back to the headboard, both hands on his thigh, his dick pulsating with an almost purple head, and and pulsating against his stomach.

You come back with a butt plug and lubricant, you open his legs and lick your lips at the sight "this one is small so don't worry too much" you spread the lubricant on his dick and then down to his asshole "I'm glad that I put aphrodisiac in the water, you needed to relax"

"You did what!?" When you were about to fit your finger inside he tensed the muscle, making it impossible for you to enter

You huff "I just wanted you to relax, don't worry I didn't put enough to make you unconscious or unable to say no, you can still get up and go out, I will even call and pay for the cab" you sit back and point to the door.

"But I need your help!"

"That's a shame, because I just want your body, I don't actually want to help, but I will if I can get what I want, now decide, will you go, or can I keep going?" You point to the door and then at his genitals.

Hitoshi looks in despair at you, his big and strong arms and legs, or his pro hero training, even his experience, nothing was usable here, even if he used his quirk, it wouldn't work, since he can't make her write the culprit's name. Hitoshi Shinso, the student of UA, the pupil of Eraser head, MindJack, the pro hero that helps the top 10 heroes under the table, is unable to help himself, and unable to not need your help.

You see that he noticed all this in a few minutes, that powerful man under you, makes you wet enough to make your slick come down to your inner thighs.

"Please... keep going" Hitoshi says in defeat, and you gladly oblige, you put your mouth around his tip and lightly suck on it, the pro hero groans, the feeling being out of this world, now relaxed and focusing on your mouth you put two lubricated fingers on his asshole, and slowly going more and more in, until only your knuckles are outside it.

The feeling of your fingers now moving around was groundbreakingly good, you were so sweet with him, even if this was supposed to pleasure you, maybe you like to be in control? That's possible-!!! Hitoshi yelp loudly by how surprised he is, you took him all inside your mouth, and he isn't small! And you just deep throated him, your wet and warm cave has him trembling from head to toe, while moaning loudly, not being able to hold back his moans.

"I-I'm gonna cum! Please let me cum! Please!" He says with tears in his eyes yet to fall.

But again you stop taking him out of your mouth, when he's at the edge almost cumming, Hitoshi sobs, his hands that was holding his own thighs are trembling as he holds himself back.

"Sorry, I need your name if you want to come" with your finger spreading his asshole, you kiss his tip again, it was pulsating with an almost purple head and pre-cum coming out of it.

"I won't give you my nAME!" you not only put the lubricated butt plug inside him, but also turned on the little vibrator, by the small switch that your tail was holding out of his reach.

"I already told you that it's fine, that you just won't cum" you get up and squad on top off him, lining his dick at your lower lips, and start to rub his tip on your clit, that makes you shiver and breathe heavily, thinking about what will happen next.

"Wait! A condom! I don't know if you are clean, and I also am too young to be a father!" He holds your hips up, not letting you keep going.

You sigh and get up, going to your purse and coming back with a paper and shows it to him. "What it says right here?" You point at a specific part and put the paper very close to his face, so he can't read the rest

"STDs negative, AIDS negative and other sickness that I don't know the name off, all of them negative..." you make a ball with the paper and trows it at the trash can, and you got it right... maybe that's a signal, that you will succeed this time.

"But what if- hummn!" You press on the butt plug and chuckles at him trying to hold back his moan

"It's a safe day, and I'm on the pill" you pet his face and goes on top of him again "now lay down and let your doctor give you your medicine"

He gulps and lays down, you fluff his pillow under him and smiles, his face blushing from how much care you have on your eyes, there is something more, like the cat that got the cream, but he isn't sure, that look vanish, being replaced by a lustful look.

You again line you two, and when you sit on him, taking every inch you both moan in sync.

"Oh my god!" You think that this hero is the cutest, he does the best facial reactions you have ever seen, it's quite addictive, but when you start to move, Oh! The face he makes is the best one.

"Don't stop- please! I'm gonna cum!" He throws his head back but groans in frustration from you not only stopping the movement, but also stopping the vibrator.

"Your name?" You ask again, putting a hand on his chest and caressing his nipple with your thumb.

His conscience was screaming at him, but his body was screaming for release.

You see his body twitching under you, the feeling of his dick inside you was deliciously pulsating, you wig your hips "Come oooon~ tell me! Tell meee~" you give small jumps and wiggle your hips.

He groans at the feeling, his whole body begging for release, "Hitoshi! My name is Hitoshi Shinso!!"

You smile at him and starts to move, "Hitoshi-kun! Cum inside me! Please! Please! Please!" At that he snaps and hold your hips up, as he fucks into you.

"Name!? Please! Please doctor!" You turn on the vibrator, and he moans loudly like a woman.

"Y/n call me, Y/n-sama, since I'm older than you, you need to uUuuUuUse~ aaaahn~♡, Hitoshi-kun! Give me more! Please!"

He moans back to you, seeing you on top of him, your breasts bouncing, was extremely arousing, but looking closely, your horns starts growing with your wings and size, your dragon scales are back but only in a few places.

You are meeting his trusts half way, your pleasure is building up, when suddenly it skyrockets, you look down at him and sees that his hand went up to your back, he's holding on your wings and pulling it from time to time, which makes you desperate, moving up and down you lost the patience when you started going over the edge.

"Toshi! I'm gonna cum!" your tail flicks the vibration to the max and drops the switch, coming to press and nudge your little button.

It was too much for him, the vibrations from behind hitting his prostate, your gummy walls squiring him so tight, the way your body moves with his, and the way you call, for his name is so sweet that he couldn't hold back even if he wanted, so he came inside you, his hot cum was the trigger for you too.

...

Waking up on the next day was a nightmare, his body was exhausted and his mind slower than normal, so after a few minutes Shinso sat up on the empty bed and looked around.

Your things weren't on the room anymore, some masculine clothes were on top of a chair with a note.

Hitoshi took a while to notice, but he was surprised when he did, not only was his body clean, it was just tired, and not sore, even a little relaxed, after reading the letter it made sense, and he sighs while holding back a smile.

'Hope you liked your post-sex massage, pro-heroes need their bodies on the daily, also...

It would be bad if we couldn't take my brother down, lets me up again today, yes?'

XoXo L/n Y/n

[anika-ann]

The 5 Times Steve Felt Betrayed - Pt.2

and the 1 Time He Felt Like He Was Betraying You

Type: mini-series to a series (part 1 & part 2 & Part 3),  Avenger!reader AU.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader, Matt Murdock & reader        

Word count: 2600

Summary: Bucky Barnes is a wanted man and you don’t have Steve’s back; ableit for good reasons. And then it gets worse.

Warnings: mentions of terorrist attack, mentions of violence and death, language, angst

A/N: This part of Melting Hearts’ verse follows the events of CA: Civil War, sometimes only referencing them and kinda expecting the readers to know what’s up ;)

Posted in double chapters (1st &2nd time, 3th & 4th, 5th+1)

Previous part

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3. (Running to Stand Still)

Back at the hotel after the funeral, another punch straight to his face came; all news channels were broadcasting about an attack in Vienna, exactly where the conference about The Sokovia Accords was taking place. Several people had been killed and the king of Wakanda had been among them.

And they had a suspect: James Buchanan Barnes.

Now Steve was hundred percent sure the world had gone crazy and the universe simply hated him.

“I have to go,” were the first words coming out of his mouth.

You sighed behind him, your fist against your mouth. This was officially the worst day ever.

“And I have to go to work,” Sharon uttered, watching the news as horrified as everyone else in the room. Except for Steve; for him, the tragedy was to be measured on a whole different scale.

“I… I should go to work too.”

Steve’s head snapped to you in shock, his heart positively stopping. Were you… were you gonna come after Bucky too? After Steve’s best friend? Who had clearly nothing to do with this, because he had disappeared from the face of Earth and was definitely not bombing conference rooms with the highest representatives of 117 countries?

Your eyes were a sea of regrets and dilemmas when his accusing glare met with them. It mollified him a little – after all, you didn’t know Bucky. Sure, you heard stories about him, every single one Steve could remember because you were willing to listen, but you weren’t even close to truly knowing his persona.

“I understand, Steve. He’s your friend. He’s done terrible things, but you believe in redemption. I love that about you. And you know I trust your judgement. If you believe this wasn’t him… I trust you. But… I don’t know if I should come with you. With all the tension building up, if I don’t show up at work…”

He pressed his lips into a thin line, not liking it at all; but you were right. They had better chance at getting to Bucky – who might not even be in Vienna for all they knew – if it was just him and Sam coming. Lower profile.

Also, it kinda meant a lot that you were still putting so much trust in his judgement, at least when it came to people’s character.

“You’re right. You should go with Sharon. We don’t know what happens, even if we succeed. I… I can’t ask you to come with me.”

Your expression shifted into a gentle one, the worries softening into something much more affectionate. It surprised him to be honest – and he instantly felt bad for thinking ill of you. He knew you were a kind person. Why was he letting the circumstance make him doubt it?

“You could, Steve. And if I believed I would be helpful, I would come. I know we don’t agree on everything… but the only reason why I’m not coming along is because I believe it’s a way to make it easier for you.”

He gulped, taking a hesitant step towards you. The moment you noticed the tinniest movement of his arms as if he was debating himself whether he should at least hug you goodbye, you threw your smaller arms around him, enveloping him in a warm embrace. Steve closed his eyes at the feeling, welcoming the indescribable relief at the little piece of familiarity in this terrible mess. Having you in his arms always felt right.

“Good luck, Steve. Please, be careful,” you muttered into his suit and he let himself to have a few more moments of peace, pulling you closer so your body could almost merge with his. He took a deep breath with his face nuzzled in your hair, enveloped in everything that was you.

No matter the dispute you two had going on, it felt good to know some things didn’t change and he could find a support in you in the time of crisis after all.

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Steve barely managed to step on the breaks and swerve the wheel before he would crash into the debris in full speed. He jumped out of the car, having to sprint in front of the vehicle so it wouldn’t smashed him against the road since it overturned and was now coming his direction uncontrollably.

His escape turned into a chase when he saw a person in what could be a costume (an armour?) of a wild black cat standing over Bucky’s lying figure.

And then he caught a glimpse of a movement coming from above.

You landed gracefully next to the tangled mess of limps of Bucky and the assailant, a mass of ice sending the strange figure flying off Steve’s friend. Steve stopped abruptly since he had no one he wanted to throw off now and for a second, he allowed himself to breathe in. He had no idea where the hell had you come from, but he was eternally grateful. And a little bit scared for you, because he had seen what the metal claws of your opponent could do.

Your hand hit the ground, walls of thick ice shielding you all from cars coming from both directions, slightly curved on the tops to cover you from the sky where the flapping of the approaching helicopter was coming from. The panther figure was not included in your little shelter.

Bucky climbed to his feet, staring at you with his eyes wide in shock. Steve wasn’t any less shocked to be honest – but unlike his friend, he was more baffled at you materializing out of nowhere than your powers.

You all heard the sirens approaching rapidly from behind the icy shield, just like you could hear scratching of the metal claws against your barrier reaching tens feet to your right and left. Steve quickly looked around for the quickest and safest escape route as the loudspeaker-powered voice almost deafened you all.

“You’re surrounded-“

Steve sprung to his right, but he didn’t manage a single step. Columns of ice trapped his legs from the ground, reaching above his knees, his shield knocked out of his hands as he was hit by a burst of your powers. He gasped when he saw Bucky unable to move as well and he shot you a desperately perplexed look.

The wall around them melted just enough for you to come through with your hands above your head – about forty riffles immediately aimed at you, together with Rhodey’s repulsors. You sought a leader of the bust and since you didn’t find anyone else, you spoke to the man in the metal suit.

“They surrender,” you exclaimed firmly. “Don’t shoot.”

Steve glared at your back in disbelief, his adrenalin spiking to dizzying levels. What the hell did you just do?!

Rhodey nodded and you glanced at the man in a black costume, only to see no other than the son of the recently deceased king of Wakanda. Prince T’Challa.

Steve honestly thought this was the weirdest nightmare he had ever dreamed. Except it wasn’t a dream; the walls of ice slowly went down, revealing just how many men were ready to shoot at him and Bucky from both the front and the back.

You slowly lowered your hands, putting them behind your back so the agents could cuff you as well. But Rhodey just patted your back to let you know they were not gonna arrest you.

“Good job, kid.”

You grimaced and looked up at Steve. His eyes glinted behind his mask as he watched you with an emotion you certainly didn’t want to decode.

The shock of the Black Panther revealing his face was nothing. The icy needles cutting into his skin and muscles were nothing.

What burned him the most was your betrayal. Yes, you had iced T’Challa away, but you also stole their last chance to run – and what was worse, you had used your powers against him. Against him. You had done something he had thought terrified you, the memory of giving him a frostbite still haunting you. But here you were, doing what you had done so many years ago – except this time deliberately.

He saw the tears in your eyes, the desperate and torn expression on your face as the agents approached him and you let the ice around his hands melt so he could be cuffed. Then his legs were free too, but he couldn’t care less, feeling frozen from the inside.

What Steve couldn’t see was the three different snipers positioned at the edge of the pillars previously aiming at each of them, now with their guns cracking under the extremely low temperature, and their hands buried in ice. What he hadn’t seen before you let the walls crumble, was the number of men with itchy fingers, now lowering their weapons because the suspects were secured. Blinded by the anger, he couldn’t see a lot of things.

He couldn’t see you had just saved their lives.

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4. (Poisoned Words)

Steve knew – he had known the moment you hadn’t gone after him when he had stormed out of the room after the fight with Tony. He had known you had made up your mind a long time ago – and not even the idea of Wanda being practically held prisoner had changed your spirit. He had known when he hadn’t seen you fight after the psychiatrist did something to his best friend – neither the brainwashed escaping Bucky, neither anyone else at the facility.

Yet it still broke his heart when you hadn’t showed up at the airport with Sharon, who had brought their gear. The shield. Falcon’s wings. He should be grateful to Agent Carter, but it still felt as if she had come empty-handed. She didn’t bring the most important item. You. But that wasn’t on her.

“She’s staying with Wanda Maximoff. Keeping her company,” Sharon said simply as if she guessed Steve’s thoughts and he nodded hastily, pretending the incredibly tight knot in his stomach didn’t exist. That he could breathe. That he didn’t want to scream, but could easily draw enough air into his lungs to do so. That he didn’t feel tears prickle in his eyes.

“Thank you, Sharon. I owe you.”

“I’ll put it on the list. Right under this,” she said softly, pulling out an envelope from the inner pocket of her jacket.

Steve sucked in a breath as she held it out for him. Mentally, he let out a sarcastic laugh. A letter. You had left him a letter. Just words. Just like when you had left him the last time when you abandoned him, even for a whole different reason. The last time, you were protecting him; this time, you were protecting yourself.

Steve wondered if this was you laughing to his face. He didn’t even want the stupid piece of paper.

“Thanks, but… if it’s from the person I think it is, I don’t want it.”

That was a lie.

He did want it. He itched to have it. He craved for it, because he would love to hear what you had to say to all this. To him. Were you trying to justify your actions? How? Was it because you truly believed you were so bad in your core? Because your insecurity about you keeping control over your powers rooted so deep? Or because you didn’t believe he was doing the right thing, you didn’t believe his judgement anymore? Were you thinking he was not doing the right thing, saving a man, who had been turned into a weapon against his will, becoming just a tool?

It didn’t matter. You weren’t here.  Whatever you had to tell him, it didn’t seem to matter, because you leaving him in lurch hurt so fucking badly.

He almost jumped when a small hand took his and he snapped from his trance, seeking the point of contact with his gaze. Sharon gently uncurled his fingers, pressing the envelope to his palm. When he met her eyes, they burned with sincerity and seriousness.

“She was very desperate for me to get this to you. She sought me out – because she figured I would come to your aid. Don’t underestimate her, Steve. Don’t judge her. I believe that the letter is truly important.”

Steve sighed, but tugged the envelope into the pocket of his jacket, planning on reading it never. Probably. Maybe someday. Who knew what was next. Who knew if he’d live that long.

Sharon smiled at him reassuringly and helped him to move the equipment to the trunk of their distinctive get-away car. The letter stayed in his jacket, burning with the tinniest hope. Maybe Clint would bring you along with Wanda, since you were staying with her. Maybe…

He didn’t.

He gave Steve an apologetic and pitying look instead; it only made the supersoldier sick. Because now, he was nothing but sure you didn’t give a damn about either him or doing the right thing.

And he had no clue how he had never seen it before. It almost looked like he should be grateful that you hadn’t stopped Clint and Wanda from wandering off at least. God, he had been so stupid—

“Steve-“ Wanda started from behind Clint, her voice sounding urgent,  but from her expression, Steve could tell the matter she wanted to talk about; he just shook his head.

“Good to see you, Wanda. Thank you for coming,” he said with a strained smile, pushing the thoughts of you to the back of his mind. They didn’t have time for his self-pity now.  

She returned the smile hastily, but opened her mouth again to speak.

“Please don’t. Whatever it is, I don’t want to hear it.”

“But you should-”

“Not now,” he opposed sternly, regretting his tone when Wanda winced. “Please,” he said, softer. “Not now, Wanda.”

Clint’s gaze flickered between them, unsure whether he should intervene. Honestly, he wasn’t quite certain what was happening between you and Steve, or how much bad blood the Accords poured between the two of you. He had noticed what could be a brief wordless exchange between you and Wanda at the compound and assumed you had wanted Wanda to send your sorry to Steve. He could understand why Steve didn’t want to hear it, especially now, but that was as far as his knowledge of the situation went.

“Clint, thank you. I wouldn’t call you if I had another choice,” Steve turned to him, a tiny grateful smile on his lips. His face spoke volumes about a lot of things, but Clint could tell the gratitude was genuine. He accepted his hand and shook it.

“Hey, trust me, you’re doing me a favour. And I owe a debt.”

Steve just nodded in acknowledgement when he noticed the tiny gesture towards Wanda.

“Thank you both for having my back.”

“It was time to get off my ass. I know where my loyalty lies. And I’m not the only one,” the Scarlet Witch commented lowly.

It earned her a raised eyebrow from Clint when Steve drew in a sharp breath.

Fuck, that hurt.

Steve would think it was just a slip, but the Sokovian tilted her head to side almost mockingly as if she knew exactly what she had said and was provoking him on purpose. Challenging him for whatever reason. Steve swallowed against the lump suddenly grown in his throat.

“What about our other recruit?”

And with that, the matter of you not coming along was dropped.

Steve wished he could get rid of the thoughts about you and his feelings just as easily.  

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Part 3 (the fifth time and the +1)

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Thank you for reading!

[nomattertheoceans]

GIF REQUEST MEME: Favorite season from The 100 - Season four

I love season four for a lot of reasons!! I think it’s the best season of the show and it should have been their last (despite my love for most of s5 ^^) I’m gonna ramble a lot but I don’t want it to take over the gifset so I’ll put it under a cut

Season four is the time of hard, impossible choices for everybody. The bomb at Farm Station, the List, the Nightblood tests, opening the bunker, the anti-radiation medicine…. Everybody is put through the ringer during this season and honestly, this is what I’m here for.

First great point for me personally: They can’t stop the radiations. When season 3 ended with the reveal of the radiations coming, I was legit disappointed with the show, I didn’t want them to spend the season “turning off” radiations miraculously, you know. So when ep 2 of the season aired and the first thing Raven said was “there’s no magic button to stop this” I WAS SO HAPPY!! It immediately got me much more hyped for the rest of the season because I was invested in “riding out 5 years of hell” much more than “let’s find a magic button”. So the season hooked me then ^^

The season is really good at re-using previous themes and twist them in just the right way

Clarke, who was so angry at the council for killing her dad, finds herself in the council’s position, and starts to understand that making such hard decisions is never easy. Making the list for instance, is so different from what she had to do before. The genocide of Mt Weather was an act of despair in the middle of a war, but making the list is a process, she has to truly chose who is “worth” more, which is what the council did when they sent the 100 to the Ground. She choses to hide the truth from everybody despite it going against what she wanted at the start of the show. It’s a really cool change for her character.

The Arkers and Grounders take the decision to test the Nightblood against Luna, the Rock Line thief, and Emori’s will. An obvious reminder of s2 but that I appreciate. I liked the Mt Weather story because of this: the mountain men were the antagonists but they also were the same as the rest of the show, they were doing whatever they had to do to survive, whatever it took, no matter how cruel it could be. We see in this season that when faced with the same decision, our protagonists reach the same result: sacrificing other people’s bodily autonomy to survive is worth it to them. It’s a really interesting theme to bring back because it muddies the waters of who’s right and wrong, and it highlights that in the end, there is no black and white answer.

This season gives us my personal favorite version of Clarke: she’s the closest she’ll get to a true antagonist (only comparable to s5 but s5 is a little bit of a mess so I still prefer her in s4). She has one conviction: saving her people. And to get it, she is ready to lie, to cheat, to kill, whatever it takes. It is interesting because I always saw Clarke in that light. She always believes that she has the right idea and she will do what it takes to get what she thinks is best. That’s where she is interesting to me (I’m not interested in her being an innocent victim forced to take decisions, that’s not how I see her at all and I find her a little dull in that interpretation haha but that’s for another post). Clarke stealing the bunker is a cruel act, but man, it’s incredibly smart. At that moment she knows she’s condeming many people (some of whom very close to her) to death, but she believes deep inside her that it’s the right thing to do so she’s willing to do it. And i really prefer her in those ruthless moments.

Octavia’s arc this season isn’t my favorite, but she is at her best during the last few episodes for me. The creation of Wonkru is one of my favorite scenes of the entire show, even though I saw it coming a mile away lmao (1200 spaces, 12 clans, it was easy to see where they were going!). I love the scene, I love the place it comes from (Octavia channeling Lincoln’s convictions was brilliant). I might not agree with her decisions (skaikru definitely deserved more spots than the other clans), but it makes perfect sense for her character to make this decision. The scene of her talking to Skaikru and telling them they’re no different from the others, and they have to choose or they all die, is also one of my favorites. Octavia received no mercy on the Ark, she had a terribly tragic childhood because of those people who are now begging her for their lives, and she doesn’t budge. The Ark, and the Ground, forced her to be that way, and she doesn’t back away. It’s also all a brilliant introduction to what Wonkru and Octavia will become in s5 (but again, that’s for another post lmao)

I love that we get the introduction of Spacekru because I love their little found family and the scene where they reach the Ring is so good!

Murphy’s speech to Clarke makes me tear up everytime I see it (it really was one of the strongest moments of acting of the entire show, Richard Harmon is amazing in it). Emori also blows me away in the previous episode, the way she’s shown to be ruthless, and cunning, and also how well she reads people. She knew they would come to test someone, and she did everything she had to for that someone to not be her. I love her ^^

I like the plot of the second dawn bunker well enough! (although I will never change my mind that Cadogan was a dumbass for putting it where it is instead of IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FOREST WHERE THERE’S NO RISK OF BUILDINGS FALLING ON IT LIKE WHAT LITERALLY HAPPENED IN S5 OKAY anyway…..), it’s far from perfect but I like that it explains the people coming to greet Becca in s3, and I like that we expand a little on the origins of the Grounders culture (even though I wanted more about this). It’s kind of an “easy” solution, but at the same time it’s not. It was established early in the season before being abandoned, and even once it’s found, it’s not at all a perfect and easy solution. They have to fight for it, decide who lives there, it’s a pretty interesting development. What I mean is that it’s not discovered one episode before the end and it doesn’t solve everything. If anything, it creates more conflict. Which I appreciate alot.

ALSO ALSO Echo is a badass general in this season and I love it. She goes from being a spy in earlier seasons, to full-on commanding armies and being a strategic mastermind and I love it! She’s also ruthless and cunning and I lvoe that for her. It’s also such a good season for her and Bellamy!!! I lvoe all of it ^^

This season also has one of my favorite underrated quotes!!!! I’m gonna use a gif here cause I’m not at the limit yet lmao

“It’s unity day.” GODDDD it’s so good. It’s simple, but it conveys so much information and I love it:

Unity Day: the stations coming together to survive -> we’re virtually in the same situation here.

It’s a happy occasion, a day of survival and hope, just like the hope Octavia gave all the clans with her decisions

But it’s also a day of death and loss. She’s giving Kane a choice: join Wonkru with 100 members, or die in the flames.

It reminds us of the history of the Arkers, and I love when world-building does this thing where both characters are shown to have such a close cultural background that three little words are enough to convey such a strong message. It’s a detail but I love it and I wanted to ramble for a little bit ^^

Clarke’s sacrifice: This is when it gets to “meh” points for the seasons for me. Clarke deciding to stay behind to save Spacekru was a good moment. Yes, I know that if she hadn’t climbed the tower they all would have died anyway, but still. It’s a great moment for her character. She has hurt those people time and time again during this season, she was ready to let them die more than once, and I think she regrets it (although again, I like to see the extremes she’s willing to reach in this season). In that moment, she doesn’t decide that it’s too late to survive so she might as well give up. She knows she’s going to die, and she gives her last moments to save the lives of the people she hurt in the past. And I really love this. That is….. Until Clarke is revealed to not have died. I truly believe that she had reached the ending of her arc in the show, and it would have been a great ending to her character. But that’s also because I believe the show should have ended in s4 lmao. If it had ended, then maybe they could have left her death ambiguois, by showing her reaching the safety of the lab, but not showing her again afterwards. That way, we had no way of being sure she survived, but it was left ambiguous enough to make us decide her fate outselves.

The perfect ending: I didn’t choose the last gif randomly. That scene of Raven and Bellamy looking down on the Earth was in my opinion the perfect shot to end the show. At that point in time, we are left in a place that is very similar to where the show started: the Earth is destroyed by radiations, some people are waiting it out in space, some people are waiting it out on the ground. it mirrors the premise of the show (although in a much smaller scale), but this time, we’re left with hope of what might come in the future. Those two groups know (or hope) that they will reunite, especially with Octavia and Bellamy, the relationship at the core of the show, being separated. If the show ends here, we have come full circle from the pilot episode, and we can imagine how those two groups will reunite in the future. I find that ending the best possible for the show, so even though there’s so much I like about season 5, I wish the show had stopped at that moment, at that shot of Raven and Bellamy looking down on the Earth.

That got reaaaaally long, so…. sorry about that xD If you’ve reached this far, feel free to tell me what you think of this season (or the others haha) or send me asks, or request for other gifsets!!!

[megashadowdragon]

**1.**Punching Gilgamesh the moment you are summoned/enter a fight/enter a room is not reasonable and should not be done at any time -Gudao

1a. Not even when he barges into the Camelot Room and threatens to everyone, especially when he does it to make your female counterpart marry her -Gudao

1b. Apparently PTSD is not a viable excuse to punch someone when you see him harassing someone. Noted.

2. Just because I am a King, does not mean I can give people nicknames. Makes me wonder how Gareth felt about being called Best Boy by Merlin.

3. Eating contests are apparently not allowed, seems food shortages are common with my counterparts.

4. As it turns out, screaming "To Valhalla" is not the best idea when you step onto Iskandar's Chariot. Especially so when you are right in front of the enemy.

5. Frankenstein is not a doll, do not dress her up. No Arthur, not even if she tilts her head and makes cute growls -Gudao 5a. Okay! Only if its a sundress! -Gudao

6. Getting together four of my other counterparts and forming the Saber Rangers is not allowed, especially if we have Excalizords. Seems the other servants aren't fond of needlessly big robots that take too long to combine.

7. Motorbikes are not to be used at any point or time in Chaldea, no, not even when Iskandar decides to hold the "Chaldea Grand Prix" -Da Vinci

7a. THE SAME GOES FOR OTHER VEHICLES YOU MONGRELS, UNLIKE YOU FUCKS, SOME OF US NEED BEAUTY SLEEP AT 3 AM! -Gilgamesh

8. Just because I can use a sword, doesn't mean I am allowed to attack my Cu Chulainn with it. I swear, he walked into it.

9. Apparently I am not allowed to compliment people? Turns out after I left the beach where I hung out with a sweetie named Kiyohime, along with master, Kiyohime attempted to burn someone alive because I said that master looked like a dashing man. I highly doubt she did.

9a. The smell is still stuck to my trunks Arthur -Gudao

10. My liege... My OTHER liege, please don't ever get Red Saber to sing "Total Eclipse of the Heart" again when I am about to utilize Galatine -Gawain

11. We know you are fascinated in other cultures, but please. Stop talking to the Servants of France about Sasaki Kojirou, we don't know if you made up his nickname, but he is not the "Savior of France" - Jeanne D'Arc

12. I would suggest that you stop entering the Camelot Room by screaming "Where is my love! Guinevere!", while it as funny once or twice, I can't stand to see either Lancelots' become depressed anymore -Arturia Altria

13. No offense... But please stop patting my head so much, I know you are basically my Uncle, but people are getting the wrong idea -Mashu

14. While Proto League is an acceptable nickname for the servants of your war, please don't ever enter a fight and scream it out again. We know you enjoy it, but it can get obnoxious after a while - Random Mob 1

15. Proving that I am male by either fighting or pantsing myself is no longer allowed after Heracles decided to do the same thing when a recently summoned Shakespeare made him question his own gender -Da Vinci

15a. Having the entire male team to pants themselves in front of the enemy is not a viable tactic against Archers, no matter what you watched beforehand and despite how fun it is -Robinhood

16. Just because Merlin suggested it, I shouldn't instantly do it. Its odd, almost like no one trusts Merlin, he seems just like my one.

17. "I saw a pest" is not a viable reason to drop a Corrupted Grail into the Babylon Room, we understand your dislike towards the King of Heroes, but Ishtar and Ereshkigal were caught up in the rage.

17a. "I was bored" is not a viable excuse to kiss a female servant while under the effects of Merlin's illusionary spell, Gudao has yet to leave his... specially enduced Coma.

17b. "I saw this scene-" is not a viable reason to go to a prior singularity and ask Muramasa to create a specific weapon, it is time wasting, no matter how strong the weapon is.

18. Suggesting to Rayshift to the point before someone dies is not a good idea, no matter how much fun it is for you to watch the "Crazy Murder Loli" die.

18a. Getting Fou'd is not a good reason to Rayshift back to your fight against Beast VI just so you can "Finish the Fucker Off".

19. Using a voice manipulator made by Merlin is not a good way to get people to be afraid when you shout a noble phantasm.

19a. Shouting "Stella" is not allowed, Arash prematurely shot off his Noble Phantasm while training and now we have to resummon him.

20. Just because we have a Simulation Room, does not mean I can alter the device to allow me to see someone from the past.

20a. We know you miss her, we do too. If you want to speak, you can come talk to us -Proto League

21. Trying to host an "Engry MIYA" talk between Nameless and Alter is not a good idea, just... Don't.

22. While having a Picnic is fun, please don't host them in the middle of a fight.

23. Just because a rabbit killed Gawain in a movie, does not mean you can threaten to cook Fou alive.

24. We know you love kids but come on, you can't just take Nursery Rhyme and Jack out to "Play Fetch" with the Dragons in France every after-noon.

25. Blaming someone that isn't even a servant isn't a viable way to shift blame.

26. I've been banned from the Kitchen, apparently forcing my way in and cooking the meals before Nameless is not a good idea. He looked ready to cry.

26a. Turns out mentioning the fact that Muramasa was far more willing to let me into his kitchen when I visited him was not a good idea. I don't think Nameless likes me much.

26b. "Just because I have the alcohol" is not a good excuse to get a few of the servants including Mashu drunk at dinner.

27. Just because you technically existed before Back to the Future 1 and 2, does not mean you can threaten to sue the creator, even if you can go back in time freely.

28. NO, NEVER DO THAT AGAIN, NOT EVEN IF KIYOHIME ASKS NICELY, WE SHALL NEVER REPEAT THE EVENTS OF YESTERDAY AGAIN.

29. "Look what I found" is a sentence that I am never allowed to speak when I am holding something bigger than my head or smaller than my hands.

30. Turns out that breaking my own arm is not the best way to get Nightingale to calm down. Never thought Merlin would be wrong.

31. "Sure you can touch my Excalibur" is not the best way to differentiate between Arturia's Excalibur and my own when someone asks to hold it.

31a. "But mine is bigger" is not a good response when Arturia talks about how easy her seals are to remove from her Noble Phantasm, nor is it alright to use when talking about when how she made Mordred.

32. Stealing Gilgamesh's potion of youth and putting it in the Soup that EVERYONE ended up eating is the easiest way to have myself barred from missions for a week.

33. Just because people are afraid of it, doesn't mean you should hug it. Not even if Merlin says to.

34. Just because someone stole your food, does not mean you should "Call in a favor" and have Elizabeth sing until someone gives up who stole it

34a. Update: The above applies to Nero as well.

35. Just because I have an innate fear of the Lancer version of my female counterpart, does not mean I can steal her horse and run away because of that fear.

36. Making King Hassan say "Omae wa mou shindeiru" is not allowed, especially if you reply with "I'm already dead" just to mess with him.

37. You are fond of Mordred, we understand. But please stop teasing her. Calling her cute will be her death - KotR

38. We understand that being locked in a single room with Nobunaga can be hard, but saying it was like prison is not fair.

38a. Quoting an abridged anime is not allowed, especially if it has "Sluts" and "Prison" in the same sentence, we still don't know where you got that swim team outfit.

38b. Making a mini Excalibur and saying "Blade of Promised Prison Riots! SHANKCALIBUR" is not allowed at all, Edmond almost had a heart attack.

38c. It is noted that the Arthur and Nobunaga were almost forced to kiss, but utilizing time manipulation to see Romani's death and threaten him with "Spoilers" is not allowed.

39. Just because Merlin asked, does not mean you should dress up as a "Cutesy Idol" and perform a song with a voice changer on in front of a camera for his "Magi*Mari" stream, Romani has yet to heal from that wound.

40. Looking Mordred in the eye and saying "Mordred, I am your father" is not allowed, especially when you have her surrounded by all the versions of her "Father", even the ones that just look like "Him".

41. "I solomly swear I am up to no good" is not what you say while standing behind the Director in the Lost Room, she died once already, we don't need her worrying about what you will do.

41a. "Remember that time you became a Loli" is not to be said around Olga Marie after what happened after she was... Killed.

42. Quoting Kamina from Gurren Lagann is banned, especially after everyone believed you were actually erased from the throne. Only to find you a month later taking off an invisibilty cloak and sneaking into the mens bathrooms to shave.

43. Anime is fun to watch, but please. Stop trying to explain why a certain character would be within the Throne of Heroes.

43a. Stop. Asking. When. I. Will. Summon. ISSEI HYOUDOU! -Gudao

43b. BOOSTED GEAR SCALE MAIL! -Arthur

43c. BOOSTO? -Siegfried

44. Valentines is a wonderful thing, we get it. But making everyone in Chaldea chocolate by going around and hunting in various areas is not needed, we have too much already.

45. Stop Rickrolling, that was so early 2000s, get with the golden times old man -Kintoki

45a. EX-

46. Commenting on the impractical armors of the female knights that walk around is not needed, we have gotten complaints about how they feel harassed -Staff Member

46a. I just wanted to help out... -Arthur

47. I am not to sing anything ever again, the reason isn't because I am bad, no. Everyone agrees I am quite good. But its the genre I sing coupled with my Charisma rank. Seems love songs should not be sung. How sad.

48. Just because I have cat ears, does not mean you should give me Catnip - Atalanta

48a. The same was repeated for Alter.

48b. Along with Tamamo Berserker.

49. "Merlin told me to do it" is no longer an excuse that is accepted, even if he did make you do it.

50. LITERALLY ALL THE THINGS ON THIS LIST ARE BECAUSE OF MERLIN, STOP LISTENING TO HIM.

51. I'm only responsible for a quarter of these, stop blaming me for your troubles, Normies -Merlin

Kiyohime asks Arthur what to do to catch Gudao's attention. Arthur tells her to turn into his most cherished person. She turns into Gudako and tries to force Gudao into sex.

[mmvalentine]

Of Mermaids and Men pt 2 | Feysand

Thank you anon for this prompt, I'm having so much fun with it! Mermaids and Pirates AU by request! Smut incoming. Part 1 Part 3

They travelled through the night. Mor and Cassian headed off with another group of fey, and Azriel and Amren (the smaller woman, Feyre had learned) stayed with her and Rhys. The next day, Rhys left the tank for a while to fetch food, while the other two had a break. When he sank back into the water, Feyre reached for him almost involuntarily. Now that she was no longer alone, she didn't want to let go of him. At first, she felt embarrassed by the way her arms would not stop clinging to him, but Rhys seemed to understand. Just stroked her back, fed her soft corals, and told her she was going home. Hours passed, and Rhys had to leave one more time before night fall. Then they set up camp, and Rhys was able to lift the canvas off the tank for a while so she could look around.

"Will you come back?" she asked him through the glass. "If you want me to," Rhys said. "I don't want to sleep alone," Feyre said. "Then I'll be back," Rhys told her, and touched his hand to the glass before walking away.

They were in a forest now, far away from the town, and they would reach the ocean the next day. Feyre stared up at the stars, and watched the crew move around the camp. She felt a little bad for Rhys, who was sopping wet now. But his white shirt was clinging to him and showed off beautiful muscles, and more swirling tattoos that flowed over his arms and chest. He had pushed his hand through his hair to stop it dripping into his eyes, and when he grinned at her from across the camp she just wanted him back in with her. She watched the set up a fire and then eat dinner, and silently willed them to hurry up.

Finally, the crew went into their tents, and Rhys pulled the canvas back over her before letting himself down into the tank. She immediately found his arms, and breathed him in, able to relax again now that she didn't have to be alone anymore.

"Sorry I have to cover you up again," he said. "I just can't risk anyone seeing you before we get to the ocean.' "It's okay," Feyre said. "I'm just happy you're back."

Rhys sat down with this back against the wall of the tank, and massaged the back of her neck.

"Get some sleep," he said. "It's going to be a big day tomorrow." Feyre turned and looked at him.

"I realised today," she said, "that I haven't said thank you." Rhys smiled. "No need. I'm just righting a wrong." Feyre shook her head. "You saved me. You're bringing me home. Thank you." And then before he could protest some more, she kissed him right over his beautiful smile.

Feyre meant to pull away, to kiss him as a thank you. But Rhys' hands came up around her face, and kissed her back. She leaned against his chest, and sighed. He was so warm, and so pretty, and so lovely. Next thing she knew she had grabbed fistfuls of his shirt, and was sliding over his lap like a desperate thing.

"Feyre," he groaned against her lips. "What are you doing?" "I've been in a cage for months," she breathed. "I want you. Don't you want me?" Rhys' hands squeezed. "I do, gods I do. But... I feel like I'd be taking advantage of you, I'm sure being rescued from a laboratory is a fairly intense time." Feyre put her nose against his. "I'm fully capable of making decisions. I'm lonely, and you're pretty and kind. I want this if you do."

So he kissed her again, and his hands ran over the length of her tail. Feyre shivered, and curled closer. Rhys pulled them up so he was standing on the floor of the tank, and pushed her back against the glass. Her tail flicked over his feet, and she sucked on the soft skin of his throat by his gills. Rhys' hands slid up her sides, and her head fell back against the wall of the tank with a soft thud. She reached down between them, and the feeling of him hard from kissing her sent new tingles down her spine. She fumbled with the fastening of his pants, and then pulled him free. Rhys moaned as she stroked him up and down. Then his fingers were coasting below her navel, and over the scales there. They slid back under his touch, revealing the hot core of her. Feyre gasped against his mouth, clenching her fingers automatically and causing Rhys to buck into the hand that was still wrapped around him.

Enough waiting. Feyre guided his hardness toward her, and when he nudged her entrance she sighed her relief. Rhys braced one hand against the glass behind her, and then slowly pushed himself into her.

Their eyes met as his hips found hers, and both of them let out a moan into each other's mouths. Rhys paused there, letting her adjust. But Feyre was impatient, and arched up away from the wall to get more of him. Rhys chuckled low, and then slid an arm around her waist before building a rocking rhythm that knocked the breaths evenly from her lungs.

Feyre's eyes slid closed and her fingers stroked the back of his neck. His lips moved over her throat, and he gripped her hips as he sped up the pace. Feyre's breathing was coming fast and ragged now, and the tiny, cramped tank was completely forgotten as Rhys slid two fingers into her mouth and fucked her hard and fast. She didn't mean to bite down on them, but then her climax hit her like a blow to the stomach and she was shaking, writhing on his cock as she came.

Rhys had slowed down as the shudders left her, and was now thrusting in and out lazily. Feyre pushed him away, and then ducked down to take him in her mouth. Rhys barked out "shit" in surprise and his hands hit the glass wall. She moved her head back and forth, taking him into her throat and loving the feeling of being full of him. He started to move his hips, and flicked her tongue over the head of him, again and again until he said "Feyre I'm going to come," and then kept going until he was coming in her mouth and she was swallowing him down.

A moment later, Feyre came back up and kissed Rhys' lips. He hugged her tightly to him as he returned her kisses, hands wandering down over her backside and stroking at the scales there.

"Thank you," she whispered to him. Rhys laughed. "I think I'm supposed to be thanking you," he said. He slid to the floor of the tank with Feyre in his arms. "We'll just call it even, I think," Feyre said against his chest, and then they both fell asleep in the water.

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Ahahaha and that was mermaid smut!! I might just do one last little bit as an epilogue...

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Shatter - Part 1 - JHS

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Angst/ Romance/ Fluff in the future

Word Count:3.9k

Warnings: Mentions of death/Mentions of wars/Mentions(hints) of depression/Mourning

Rating: PG13

A/N: Hey! Hey! Before I get into anything else I first have to that all the beautiful who helped me with checkin, beta reading and giving me fantastic feedback in general! @sugaa-sugaaa​ @spicykoreantatertots​ @nottodayjjk​ Thank you so so much for your words of support and for pushing me through to deliver a good piece for everyone!

That being said, This is a 2 shot! Please look forward to part 2!

THIS IS A REPOST. Cuz it wasn’t showing up in the tags.

Summary: In a post-apocalyptic world, where humankind’s greed has lead planet earth to turn into a ball of dust, all Hoseok wants is a better and bright future, yet strong feelings and a positive mind doesn’t always cut it.

Masterlist

The early morning sky was filled with an eerie fog that threatened to smother anyone who didn’t wear the appropriate attire for being outdoors.

You stood straight; hands balled in tight fists. A mixture of emotions running through your body. Sadness, anger, helplessness, fear…

You were the only ones standing in the middle of the empty field, no one else daring to stand still and be surrounded by the suffocating drafts of air that carried large amounts of toxins –a consequence of humankind utilizing nuclear weapons in the past.

You remember stories being told about your ancestors taking long walks through lucious fields without sporting gas masks on their faces, just imagine enjoying the air in the atmosphere instead of fearing it.

Most parts of the beautiful earth that once existed were now wastelands, all thanks to what was called The Colossal War.

Civilization was anything but civilized after that, creating division and animosity between groups of people with different ideals.

Clans were created and with them the claiming of lands. Lands that provided resources for sustenance, yet the quick dwindling of resources and supplies made some clans selfish, refusing to barter with others and instead attempting to conquer their lands as well.

With bigger and stronger clans taking over the smaller and weaker ones, eventually only four major clans remained, the only exception being small factions that settled between the abandoned areas near the borders of each clan.

Some factions were harmless, only looking for a peaceful place to live, making them nomads, since they had to constantly move to avoid being forced to pledge to one of the four major clans. Others were rioters, ready to go against anything and anyone who posed a threat to their beliefs and wants.

During the long solars that came and went after The Colossal War, much had changed.

Technology, communication, transportation, settlements.

It had all changed, but you really couldn’t say it was all for good.

Technology had turned obsolete at a steady pace, leaving only a few gadgets that were still able to function without being saturated or losing signal without proper cell towers.

Most of them had been vandalized or burned to ashes, mostly to steal copper from the area.

The only remaining signal towers were those of glass recorders.

A glass recorder was the device that kept track of a person’s life.

Since The Colossal War in 3010, civil wars had been blowing up everywhere. Causing inconvenience in simple tasks like having troops return to a fallen soldier’s clan to inform their family about their passing.

A simple duty as this one might have worked back in 2020 but not in 3011.

If troops were sent back, they were at risk of running into an enemy faction and breaking into another battle.

Hence, in 3015, glass recorders were created.

A glass recorder was a device made out of bulletproof glass. Its interior was filled with cables and microchips that contained a person’s personal information, tracking and broadcasting an individual’s vital signs at all times. Constant long-ranged waves went from the glass recorder - to the signal towers around the globe - to the chip installed in the individual’s neck and back.

You could say its data sharing function was similar to the behaviour of olden times bluetooth connections, except that the only information it could send and receive was vital signs and  identification details.

Many tried hacking them, attempting to rob information from the device and using it for ulterior motives, however they are designed with an auto destruction mode in case of hacking or death and their towers were heavily protected by troops from each clan.

Usually their sizes were similar to that of an old cellphone.

On one side there’s a knob, remarkably similar to what DJs back in the day used on their mixing boards. It acted as a switch between the different modes the glass recorder could be set on, them being Vitals, Information and Hologram. And on the other side there was a touchscreen, where vitals could be read and holograms could be activated.

There was also an XBS dock entrance on one side of the device. It was mostly used by the law enforcers by transferring any new information about an individual from their archives to the glass recorder, whether it was good or bad.

All of that information, including marital status, first degree relatives, occupation, date of birth and allergies could be found on information mode.

On vitals, details were given about their current health status and the sound of their heartbeat could be played.

And finally on hologram mode, you could see a three-dimensional scale of the owner’s body, making it easier to check for injuries or if any internal damage had been taken.

Besides glass recorders, communication had jumped back to messaging via written letters or oral messages sent via a messenger.

Any vehicles that had existed on the face of earth, had been overhauled.

Updated to cater to the usage it now provided to the arid ground.

Motorcycles, cars, buses, trucks and ships, all modified.

Additional exhaust pipes, thicker tires, dust shields, dredging machinery, artillery and artillery holders, were examples of things you had seen being mounted on different transports, including aircrafts.

As for yourself, you lived in a colony that had been forced to be part of one of the major 4 clans, The Jeon Clan.

The Jeon clan was strong, the Jeon clan was powerful, the Jeon clan was feared, the Jeon clan was blinded by its greed, the Jeon clan stood above everyone and if you refused their ways, then you refused living.

That’s how your small clan ended up under their command.

It was common to hear stories as an infant about how the Jeon clan conquered. They always portrayed the glorious stories of how leader -Jeon the 1st-  had tirelessly battled large creatures and evil men to save small clans from their miserable lives, however in each capsule each family shared the story with their offspring as they remembered it best.

Meaning some stories were wonderful, while others were resentful memories and stories of how their clans had been forced to change their ways or how they had lost loved ones to the Jeon reign.

You were only 7 when it all happened.

You remember it so clearly, it felt like you were reliving it each time.

_

You stood in the middle of the large hangar, eyes searching left and right for your father.

Men and women ran all around, either towards shelter or towards the battle zone.

A military truck’s engine roared in the background, yet you couldn’t figure out which of the twenty something trucks near you had been brought to life.

You frantically ran in the opposite direction. You needed to find him, you needed to convince him not to go.

Running as fast as your short legs could take you, you tightly held on to the glass recorder in your hand.

Tears started prickling your eyes the longer it went without you being able to find him.

Two NSTV vehicles sped past you, swiftly followed by a caravan of men on choppers, armed to the teeth.

Luckily none of them seemed to be your father.

You were getting desperate.

All he had done was left a note on your bed with his glass recorder.

“My beautiful cyberflower, I love you so much. And because I love you, I must defend you. Papa might not be back for a while, but he will make sure that if he doesn’t come back at all, it is because he was able to create a better place for you to live in."

He promised he would never go, that he would stay no matter what.

That he wouldn’t do the same thing your mom did.

Leaving you behind was never the solution. You preferred having them both and figuring everything else out later than having none of them and still being lost.

Why was it so easy for them to leave you behind…?

You didn’t notice you had dropped to your knees, you didn’t notice the tears that cascaded from your face and you certainly didn’t notice how your mourning wail had halted all activities under the hangar.

All frozen in place, no one in the building could figure out why. How could the desperate cry of a child send shivers down their spine? How could it express without mistake, their inner thoughts and feelings.

They felt the grief and pain of having to put their lives on the line to give their loved ones a better future.

A future that should have been granted to them, but the Jeons thought differently.

Yet, your clearest memory from that day was the tight embrace that pulled you out of your dazed state.

The embrace that told you that even if everything didn’t turn out as you wanted, he would be there to walk you through it.

He would be there with that bright smile of his that cleared away all of your cloudy days.

_

A rundown metallic shed stood at a distance, it was probably used in the past by troops as a hideout, yet for several solars it had been a place you used for solace.

The location gave you a quiet place to think, a quiet place to run away to when everything got too hectic at the colony, a place to yell out of frustration. It was your place -even if it was on enemy’s territory.

However, today said shed felt smaller, its tall walls choking you, suppressing your lungs, no calm remained in it as the words that dropped from your lover’s mouth bounced from wall to wall. The echo made you feel like the words were mocking you by constantly repeating what he said.

"I must go, and you must stay.”

You knew you had heard word of people in the colony joining forces with others near you, to topple the Jeon clan.

Nonetheless, you figured it was just tittle-tattle.

Yet here you are standing in the middle of the building, right in front of your lover, who is spewing the same nonsense your father did so many solara ago.

"Is this a joke? ‘Cause I’m not laughing…"

You saw his hands clenched into fists in annoyance, he tried holding in his feelings, yet the frustrated sigh that left his lips sold him out quickly.

Deep down he knew you wouldn’t take the news lightly, that you would want to accompany him on this journey as well or avoid the whole thing in general. But if he let you, if you came along, his departure would have no meaning. He was leaving for you. He thought you would be more rational.That the conversation would last less than a fraction of a solar, but he stood corrected.

"I can’t stay here on my own. You can’t leave me just like that.” You were distraught. Your eyes searched for his, yet his gaze remained on the door you had used moments ago to enter the shed.

You needed to bring his mind back to you, to the present where you both still remained, you needed to keep him away from thoughts of the unknown future and the doom that could be.

Why was he trying to be person number three on your mourning list?

Your eyes remained on his, yet your fingers occupied themselves trying to find his glove-covered ones, the action making him look down at your entwined fingers.

His eyes seemed to soften at your actions and that alone helped you breathe easier. Deep down you knew that you had to stay back and wait for him, it would be the safest place for you, the colony was your home, but the news he dropped on you like a bucket of cold water had your common senses frozen.Why would he want to leave you so suddenly?

Maybe he no longer wanted this, maybe you were too much, maybe that promise he made solars ago about walking the path with you was too heavy and too much of a burden…

“You must stay, for me,” He said, “and for them.” His eyes dropped to your stomach, his free hand caressing the bump that had started forming not long ago.

“Hoseok…please…” You had to try at least one more time. If he still was that warrior at heart that you had once met, then he was certain to leave even with you crying rivers.

“I must go, my love. I have to be a part of this fight that will give our family the freedom that they deserve. The freedom that WE deserve.” His eyes glossed over, yet not one tear abandoned his eye. He was sure of his decision and nothing could stop him now.

“You don’t have to… A lot of men are already there."

"And I am sure they also have families and other reasons to be there. I will lend them a hand and they shall lend me one. We will fight for a better life and world, a better place to raise our offspring, a better place to grow old.” At this point in conversation, his eyes are boring into yours, yet there is no anger towards you. Only love, strong, heated, unwavering, caring and passionate love. There was certainly no way for you to fight against that.

For a split second, his eyes left yours, and you followed the movements of his left hand. Carefully, he pushed his hand into his pocket, retrieving a device that you were very familiar with.

His glass recorder.

“I- I can’t."

"It’s the only way for you to know my status… and if it ever comes to worse, you’ll know not to wait for me any longer.” He said as he placed it in your hand.

“Please stop talking like you are a dead man already!"

"Y/n-” You interrupted him mid-sentence. You were blabbing now. All your thoughts and fears spilling out at once.

“No! I don’t want to hear it! I don’t want you to go! I want you here with me, with our babies. If you tell the Chief he will let you stay. We are expecting! I can’t lose you; you are walking to your grav-"

"Y/N!” His sudden yell made you flinch, but nonetheless, you looked him in the eyes, only to find them filled with tears. Filled with fear but determination as well.

He was always like this, a young man with a mission. Fire in his eyes, determined to make this world a better place, even if it scared him to the core. He always said…

“There is no better way to deal with fear than to walk right over it…” Those stupid words he repeated everyday since you were 7. “This is me walking all over it. This is me putting you -putting them over my fear of what may be."

"I love you."

"And I love you, my beautiful cyberflower.” His hand grabbed yours, slowly bringing each one of them to his face and kissing your knuckles and palms softly.

“I’ll always return to you."

And so, you watched him ride his chopper towards the horizon.

His silhouette quickly disappeared in the darkness of the night.

Even though the light of the moon shone brightly, it felt dark around you, as if your clouds had returned with the sole departure of his bright smile.

Your hand squeezed the device he left behind, your grip getting stronger the further he drove and now you really wondered, "How is it so easy for everyone to leave me behind?"

150 solars and 149 lunars went by, yet nothing had changed.

Since the day Hoseok had left, your days consisted of nothing but worrying, eating, and visiting the shed.

An old steel bench was set outside of the old metallic building and just like any other day you’d visited, you sat on the edge of it, contemplating life and hoping today was the day Hoseok would return to you as he had promised.

As time flew by, you added this day to the list of other ones where your lover didn’t return and although you tried to remain as positive as possible, you couldn’t stop thinking about why life was so cruel? Why did any of you have to live through this? It certainly wasn’t fair. No one deserved to be forced to choose death if they didn’t choose what someone else wanted.

Since your great-grandparents’ days, the future was supposed to be glorious, beautiful, and bright. Technology was supposed to make everything better. But somehow it all turned to worse.

Pride, arrogance, and selfishness had created the horrible world that you now lived in.

People lost their lives as an exchange for a promise they never received.

They fought battles to free people who were slaves to their own fears and now this was the consequence of all that was done. What a sad life to live. What a horrible life to live.

You rubbed your stomach feeling your bump as it continued to grow. Time doesn’t stop for anyone, is what they say and your clear example is how close you are to being due.

The walk back to your clan’s colony was an easy 10-minute walk that could turn mortal if taken while distracted, hence you carried a machete in your boot.

Once you set foot on your colony’s official territory, you swiftly made your way to your family home capsule, ready to wash off the sorrow and go to bed as you would wait for the next solar to come.

Sadly for you, that hope disappeared the second you made eye contact with someone you didn’t wish to see at the moment.

His eyes caught yours and you saw a mix of emotions: sorrow, understanding, relief and worry, all conveyed to you in a single glance.

You knew what was to come, it was always the same dialogue, but you didn’t want to do this today.

Today you felt drowned, disappointed, you could feel that dark cloud that loomed over your head enlarging day by day.

"You know it’s not s—”

“Save it, Namjoon. I’m not a chil—"

“—But you are a carrying woman, who is walking carelessly to a place where no one can or will follow you.”

“I am not carele—”

“Y/N, shut up for once and put this through your thick skull!! Hendra is enemy territory!!”

And with that he left to his own family capsule, stomping all the way to the door and slamming it closed.

For the first time, you felt different and maybe it had something to do with the fact that Namjoon and your argument didn’t end in the usual monotonous sermon he always gave you, where he remained calm all the way and you rolled your eyes in annoyance.

The funny part about the entire thing was that you were cousins, and your family capsules were right beside each other, so you were sure you’d have to see his sour expression the following day.

Finally in your own capsule - the one you used to share with Hoseok, you took that shower that you daydreamed about and headed to your room.

Just like every night, you muted your room to the outside world, opting to listen to the broadcast of your beloved’s heartbeat.

It was the only thing that helped you sleep at night and somehow you felt as if it pacified the two progenies in you.

You didn’t know when or how it happened, but eventually 365 solars had gone by.

365 solars since the day of his departure and you weren’t getting any better at being without him.

You were now a mother of two. A dawn and a dusk. One born in the early morning and one almost 12 hours later.

So, you gave them names that matched their arrivals to this world, Dawn and Dusk.

All times prior to that day, you felt that once they arrived, there would be this large turning point in your life. That once you had someone who depended on you, your days would start to shift into something brighter, yet somehow, even after the arrival of your children, you felt almost no difference, bordering on saying that you might even felt worse.

Their faces were the perfect mix of your deoxyribonucleic acid and his. Two different beings creating harmony in the body of two newer ones.

Their father had left to give them a better future but, in the process, he had left a broken family behind. It felt incomplete and hollow and somehow you envied the blissful ignorance that your infants currently lived in. Not able to understand the sorrowful life that currently surrounded them.

Another 365 solars went by.

You still listened to Hoseok’s heartbeats every night. The glass recorder remaining as your sole companion in addition to your —now— toddlers.

The night remained quiet. You could barely hear the murmur of voices from the capsule near yours. If you were right, you were sure it was Namjoon and his wife, discussing the plan for retrieving meals for the clan the following morning.

You shifted on the foam mattress that only reminded you more of him. A very faint and almost gone notion of his scent wafting up from what used to be his pillow.

From afar you watched the two small bodies –lying on the second mattress in your room— inhale and exhale deep in their slumber.

They had —just like you— fallen asleep to the beat of the heart of a stranger you placed in front of them and made them call him father.

You loved them, every bit of them. Would do anything for them not to suffer, and maybe just then, in that moment, you understood a bit of Hoseok’s reasoning.

You toss and turn all of a sudden jerking awake from your slumber. You could not recall when you had fallen asleep, so your mind remained disoriented for a short minute, trying to grasp your surroundings. Your heavy eyes roamed around the room, picking up on every detail, the babies were still asleep, the clock read 3AM and the glass recorder wasn’t beating…

THE GLASS RECORDER WASN’T BEATING!

Violently, you pulled the sheets off your body, grabbing the device as soon as your hands were close enough to grab it.

“Why are you not beating? Why are you not broadcasting? What the fu—”

And it hit you like a train… but you didn’t believe it, you couldn’t believe it.

You shook it and twisted the knob and switched it to hologram mode, but it wasn’t working and you didn’t know what to do, your hands were shaking, your thoughts were jumbled…

“This can’t be happening.”

And when a fake solar illuminated your mind, you quickly turned around to plug it in to your old computer, however, the universe had other plans for you and without announcement the device cracked.

You watched it crack little by little, extending all around the recorder, slowly marking the beautiful device with horrible lines that marked its ending, it didn’t stop until it was no longer graspable and all that was left behind was crystal dust in your cupped hands.

You didn’t hear when Namjoon and his wife entered your room or when your kids were taken out of there. Your sobs alerting 3 capsules nearby of the sorrowful occurrence of the night.

It was the worst type of Deja Vu, because just like your mother and father, you’d never see him again…

“Hoseok…”  

Thank you so much for reading part one of this 2 shot! Hopefully it didn’t scare you off for part 2!