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miraculouslbcnreactions · 4 months ago

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If you had to do a Nathalie redemption, how would you do it

Asking cause I wanna make a fic with the gorilla and Nathalie platonically co parenting nathalie

I'm gonna assume you meant to type co-parenting Adrien and go from there.

To start, I must confess that I wouldn't redeem canon Nathalie. At least, I wouldn't redeem her into Adrien's new parental figure. Let's discuss why and then talk about some ways to fix that.

Canon made Nathalie a terrible person and then never even tried to have her repent for her various crimes. It's actually horrifying to me that Adrien has picked her as his new mom because he has no idea who she really is. He has once again been denied a fully informed choice about his own life. Like remember this moment from Ladybug?

Sentimonster Ladybug: You're in charge, Ladybug. Cat Noir: (sighs) I should've guessed. (With their squad nickname decided the trio approaches Mayura, who is backed into a corner with the three ready to confiscate her Miraculous. Mayura clenches her hand, hurting the Sentimonster Ladybug and causing her to collapse in pain) Mayura: I release you from existence. (Mayura snaps her fingers, destroying the Sentimonster identical to Ladybug, with the keychain falling to the floor and the amok flies out of it, indicating the Sentimonster no longer exists.) Cat Noir: (enraged) How could you!? (Angered at the weakened Mayura for erasing the innocent Sentimonster, Cat Noir charges at her but Hawk Moth suddenly appears and knocks away the latter superhero. Who mocks him for getting emotional over the former artificial being.) Hawk Moth: Getting sentimental on a sentimonster? Ladybug: Hawk Moth! Cat Noir: You're the real monster!

Makes it really hard to get excited about Nathalie's "redemption" when she's shown that she doesn't give a rat's ass about human sentimonsters. She doesn't even hesitate here! And I'm supposed to think she's going to treat Adrien differently? Why? It's not like she's been a good mother figure to him all along. She was more than happy to support Gabriel as he let multiple sentimonsters and akumas hurt, kidnap, and otherwise threaten Adrien. She's even the one who told Gabriel Adrien's identity in Chat Blanc!

When you look at her actions, you find that Nathalie has not been show to be massively different from Gabriel. She may have undone specific commands Gabriel gave during season five, but she never actually did anything to stop Gabriel or ensure Adrien's freedom. She happily kept Adrien in the dark, putting Gabriel's wants above Adrien's needs. Even when she was minutes from dying, she didn't try to make sure Adrien was free even though she had the opportunity to tell Ladybug about the amoks and knew that Gabriel would probably continue to use them if he survived the fight:

Ladybug: Where is Adrien Agreste, what have you done with him?! Nathalie: He is safe, but you aren't. (Coughs.) The whole world is in danger. Monarch is about to send all of humankind after you and Cat Noir. (Coughs.) He can't get ahold of your Miraculous...

All of this means that you either need to remove massive chunks of canon or give Nathalie an actual character arc in order to make her feel like a worthy parent for Adrien. Let's talk about one possible path for the character arc option first.

Giving Nathalie a Character Arc

For this path, we're going to fully embrace canon Nathalie and her total disregard for Adrien's safety and happiness. She doesn't get Adrien birthday gifts. She happily kills sentimonsters. She fully supports Gabriel's efforts. She does all of this because she doesn't view Adrien as truly human. He's just the human-shaped doll that killed her best friend/lover/whatever. She'd happily kill him to bring Emilie back, but that's not an option so she tolerates him to honor Emilie's wishes while quietly hating him in her heart.

This all changes when Nathalie makes her own sentikid. That's right, we're bringing back my sentiLila plot! It doesn't need to actually be Lila, though. What matters is that, in season four, Nathalie makes her final sentimonster, a teenager whose job is to infiltrate Adrien's school. This could actually be a Zoe rework where Zoe is now Nathalie's "niece" or something like that. (And then Zoe could get an actual redemption instead of just info dumping her redemption as a tragic backstory of dubious quality.)

At first, Nathalie views her sentikid as a non-human tool. Nothing more than a very convincing robot. But as time goes on, she starts to like and then love her kid. By the end of the arc, she no longer views sentikids as fake. As a result, she's no longer okay with the way Gabriel treats Adrien and she changes sides because of Adrien.

This would fix another issue with canon. Namely that Nathalie's stated reason for changing sides has nothing to do with Adrien so it's really weird when she starts acting motherly. Why would this lead to any change in how she treats Adrien:

Nathalie: (on-call) You had the Time Miraculous. You could've chosen to save Émilie! You could've chosen to save me! (coughs) But instead, you chose your obsession with Ladybug and Cat Noir. You're insane, Gabriel!

Based on this logic, you could argue that her various senticommands were only given to mess with Gabriel. She's not undoing the various commands because she thinks Gabriel is in the wrong, it's because she wants to annoy him and Adrien is the perfect pawn for that. That's not what canon implies or how I think it's meant to be read based on the way those scenes are played, but it's still the more logical read for her character since she was never motherly before season five, making her sudden change in behavior suspicious. What made her start caring about Adrien and acting motherly? And don't say Emilie's videos, Nathalie has had those for the entirety of canon.

There is simply no canonical reason for this change. Nathalie got a personality rework because the writers wanted to give Adrien a new mommy and so Nathalie was forced into that role even though nothing prior to season five even mildly implied that she wanted to be a mother. In my opinion, she deserves an arc that makes it feel like her choice and not something forced on her because of a last minute change in plans re saving Emilie. (Or you can just leave her evil. I personally love her evil. I wanted Nathalie darker not whatever she is now.)

Nathalie Rewrite

This is the easier option. Just change Nathalie's character so that she always cared about Adrien. There are a myriad of ways to do that such as having her be off looking for a cure at the start of canon so that she doesn't see what Gabriel is doing first hand. She shows up mid-canon and is horrified by what's going on. She wants Emilie back, but not at the risk of Adrien's life! Nathalie now joins Gabriel both to help him and to protect Adrien.

Another option is to have her be in the dark about Gabriel's activities like she was in season one back before the writers decided to make her a coconspirator. Then she never becomes a terrorist who risks Adrien's life and can just grow to love Adrien on her own.

A third option is to just remove the stuff that made her a monster and keep her a more tame domestic terrorist who only terrorizes people she doesn't know. Adrien is never knowingly attacked or outted by her so giving him to her as her kid isn't as horrifying. You still need to explain why she's giving up on Emilie, though.

#anon ask #nathalie salt #Nathalie deserves better #I guess #She's reached Lila levels in my mind #That's where I still like the general concept but can't stand the canon character #Season five ruined Nathalie for me with it's lackluster redemption #Either redeem her or let her be evil #Don't do this half-hearted redemption where her only good act is maintaining the status quo #Gabriel's victory is arguably her fault. She had the power to stop him right from the start of season five and didn't #I would have had so much more fun if she was using Adrien to piss off Gabriel #Top tier evil queen behavior fitting of sentibug's murderer

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everyillumi · 8 days ago

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@guyinmink I accidentally deleted your ask, sorry! Here it is with my response:

"I wanted to ask a question about illumi, specifically how you said he's not as emotionless as he seems to be and in fact very much wants power. But what does he want that power for? He's already rich, more powerful then about 90% of hunters (who are themselves the top 5% of society), and (believes) he's loved by his family in return. If he wanted to take over the world he could just stick a needle in a few high level politicians without having to navigate around the intricacies of nanika powers."

Great question which I, again, have many thoughts about. Here's a few under the cut: TL;DR: he's a Power Hunter

I don't think he particularly cares about political power or even wealth except inasmuch as they permit him to do his work. (It is, however, much more convenient to be rich!)

Nanika can provide many things that pure politics can't, and Illumi has no idea what the limits of her power are. Maybe she can raise the dead. Maybe she can make Killua wantto come back home. I think he wants access to that power on its own merits, but I also think he's curious and wants to probe exactly what the limits are. (He kept sacrificing butlers to her back in the day!)

With Nanika in particular, his choices are to kill her, to control her, or to let her loose. Letting her loose not only risks Killua using her power and thus sacrificing himself and the Zoldyck family to pay the price, but also risks Nanika trying to take revenge. (I'm not sure Illumi is cognizant enough to recognize that risk - he certainly doesn't seem to fear that Killua will do the same - but given that he views Nanika as a monster, I think it's reasonable that he might.) Once the choices are kill vs control, controlling obviously gives access to this tremendous power while killing destroys it. He's willing to kill her, as evidenced by his direct statements to Killua and his commands to Hisoka, but why not use a power if you can?

Once he's set his mind to controlling her, killing her feels like a failure.

Even if he's not aware that Killua doesn't love him, he miiiight be getting the sense that killing Alluka would make Killua unhappy with him.

Fundamentally, Illumi wants enough power to 1) do his work and 2) protect his family. Having access to Nanika means he's got options for dealing with any imaginable threat to the family, including, possibly, internal threats like "Killua doesn't want to be here."

On a broader level - Hunter x Hunter spends a lot of time thinking about what it means to want stuff. To steal a phrase from Media Club Plus, "a Hunter is someone who has a pathological aversion to ever feeling content," and Illumi gets to stand on a shared pedestal with Hisoka as representing the worst outputs of the Hunter worldview. (Notably, he and Killua are the only Hunters of the Zoldycks, and they're both characterized by tremendous desire.) He wants to control Nanika because he wants control on a deep, fundamental level. He gets his kicks from controlling powerful people, like Hisoka gets his kicks from destroying them and Chrollo from stealing from them. His entire being is structured around controlling people; the more powerful they are, the more powerful he gets to feel in turn.

I saw your tags (on this post) wondering if he's trying to control his parents as well. I don't really think so, because I think he's in a pretty satisfactory give-and-take relationship with them - they give him lots of latitude to pursue his projects - but I do think he's planning to rule the next generation (read: Killua) in a much stricter way than his parents ruled him. I think this whole project is more about future-proofing the Zoldycks than it is about direct, current benefit.

So, fundamentally - he wants her because he wants the powers, both broadly and specifically, that she can grant him, but also because he will never be satisfied with the amount of power he controls, as he's structured his entire worldview around acquiring and maintaining increasing levels of power. He could give you pragmatic reasons, but IMO the bigger reason is that he wants it in a more fundamental way than the pragmatic reasons actually describe.

#asks and answers #not an illumi

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shadow-fell · 2 years ago

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Notes on Cazador's Spawn

Mostly for my own reference but hey, someone else might find it useful.

Cazador Szarr becomes the Master Vampire of Baldur's Gate in 1276 (list of master vampires) completing the Rite of Perfect Slaughter on his master, Vellioth.

Astarion's gravestone gives his years as 229-268 DR. There are two assumptions we can make here: the first is that this is just being written without the 1, so he's turned in 1268 DR. The second is that it isn't DR, but instead meant to be Northreckoning - which would make the dates 1261-1300 DR.

We have a few choices here: if it is in DR, either the 1276 date is wrong, or Astarion was somehow turned before Vellioth was killed. Because of that, I think it's a bit easier to assume NR, especially since he's "one of the first" and not "the first". But this is a bit nitpicky.

For the rest of the spawn:

Petras is around ~1390 ("one hundred years eating rats and dogs" from the Flophouse convo)

Yousen is around ~1430 ("only sixty years" after Cazador's defeat)

Dalyria was Physician General to the Parliament of Baldur's Gate (journal). The Parliament of Peers was founded in the mid-1400s, so she would have been turned after this point ~1450

Leon is at least from 1486 (6 years of favored spawn) maximum ~1480 (turned while Victoria is alive based on diary)

Violet and Aurelia have nothing that concrete. However, Violet does offer a prayer to Kelemvor after Cazador's defeat, so I'm going to assume she didn't pick up worship of a new god as a vampire, which makes her turning after Kelemvor's ascension in 1358.

This leaves us with like a century gap, with Astarion (and maybe Aurelia) being turned around 1300 and everyone else in the 1400s. But there's an answer to that as well...Jaheira and Astarion have a party banter

Astarion: Cazador always warned us to stay clear of this neighbourhood. Never said why, though. Jaheira: The last spawn who tried was sunk into the cobblestones and left for the sun to find. I had an unfortunate taste for theatrics, in my youth. Astarion: Ah. Yes, that was probably it.

The original BG games are set 1368/69 - so probably around then or shortly after is when Jaheira killed at least one of the spawn; we can assume there's a few more that got killed and replaced in the 1400s to get back up to magic number seven.

(more on the Szarrs below the cut)

The Szarrs were a merchant family. In 1479, they had been wiped out in an attack that destroyed their home in Tumbledown in the Outer City, leaving only Cliffside Cemetery within large caverns, and which were home to strange lights that could be seen from the river. Rumors about the Szarrs being seen as ghosts were commonplace.

The crypts under the Szarr Mansion we see in BG3 are the Tourmaline Depths, discovered by Donnela Szarr the architect - based on the article while she was Master Vampire in 1138-1204, but potentially earlier. I think it is reasonable to assume that the Depths are connected to the Cliffside Cemetery and Szarr family crypts underground (deeper than the Sewers or Undercity).

Amanita Szarr, or Lady Incognita, has a series of journals dated to 1477 recounting her turning.

Alturiak: describes that she was raised near Anga Vled, and rarely visited her 'Uncle' Cazador

Tarsakh: summoned on her thirteenth birthday

Mirtul: references every living (well, vampire) Szarr as Uncle Cazador, Granddam Fistula, Great-Aunt Dralia, and Cousin Blovart.

Kythorn: describes being turned, imprisoned in the attic. for refusing to participate. Then she drank human blood, and at least a year later, sent up a captive.

Flamerule: "succumbed" and declares herself Lady Incognita.

These span over 6 months (skips Ches after Alturiak). Reasonably, I think these were written during the period of the "captive" sent up, which puts her turning proper probably in 1476, born ~1462. We can probably date the death of her parents to be the killing of the Szarrs, while she was very young. About 15 years before 1479 is perfect time for a ghost story to develop while gangs to take over.

(Anga Vled is a gnomish village between Baldur's Gate and Elturel, along the Risen Road - so not far at all from where Act1/2 are set)

If we assume that the relations Amanita describes are accurate, the tree would look like this. Given that they're an elven family (or at least, Cazador is elven) that means we have a lot of space to work with, timeline wise, but the quotes around 'uncle' might mean he's actually Dralia's son or Amanita's great uncle, to give a bit more space.

??? (Donella Szarr?) |-------| Dralia Fistula |-------|--------| Cazador ??? ??? | | Blovart Amanita

The question is: if the Szarr family are all vampires, then what does it mean that they haven't shown up? And that Vellioth was apparently not a Szarr but was still the Master Vampire (and definitely in charge over Cazador?) Who turned them?

My personal theory goes something like this:

Donnela Szarr, wealthy (but not Patriar) elven merchant has at least two children, Dralia and Fistula (probably not real name because come on)

some time from 1019-1138, Donnela Szarr, while investigating the tombs below her family's estate, encounters Hideous Gathwycke and is turned as his spawn.

1138, Donnela Szarr kills him and becomes Master Vampire

Donnela turns Vellioth

Donnela potentially turns her children to grant them immortal life

1204, Vellioth kills Donnela, becomes Master Vampire

Vellioth takes control of the Szarr family (intimidation, magic, or potentially turning Dralia/Fistula, if they're his spawn and not Donnela's)

Cazador is turned by Vellioth (at least 1260, probably earlier)

1276, Cazador completes the Right of Perfect Slaughter

~1460, other Szarrs die; Amanita sent to the countryside.

~1475 Amanita turned

I imagine that Cazador was fairly young when Donnela was killed (young enough to not be turned yet), and knew Vellioth already, even if it might have been some time before he was turned. I'd put him at no more than 100 when Vellioth becomes Master Vampire; their relationship (and "martinet") feels very 'strict teacher' which makes me wonder if he was a tutor beforehand.

The debate is whether the Szarrs were killed for mundane reasons (rival merchants), by vampire hunters, or by Cazador himself. If he killed them, it might be for refusal to let him turn them into vampires (Blovart as the exception), or some level of sibling rivalry? Amanita's parents are presumably not vampires since she was turned, but that doesn't remove the chance of monster hunters.

Based on the timeline, Blovart may have died sometime after Lady Incognita's entries, placing Leon as his replacement for the seven spawn (maybe the Favoured Spawn room was his by default, and became a competition after? The fact it only goes back 6 years is interesting). Perhaps related to how she left or died herself.

Dralia and Fistula's absence might be that they don't live with him, but I could also see if they discovered the Rite of Ascension and tried to usurp him and got killed for it. Cazador is fascinated by the idea of family, and I could see him very much wanting to keep his family intact but also has no qualms about killing his own mother / aunt if they actually posed a threat to his real goals.

All of this + the Lady Incognita stuff is very rough, presumably a lot of it having been cut with the Upper City/shift in direction for Cazador's story. For more links/information, there's also this masterlist.

#bg3 #bg3 spoilers #bg3 meta #cazador szarr #astarion

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darylsfavoritegirl · 10 months ago

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this takes place in x men origins:wolverine movie!!

summary: fem!reader finally finds out who killed her parents.

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Your weary eyes scrutinised the ocean infront of you. Your wrists had been hurting from being tied, your throat dry due to how long you'd been gagged. Ocean's winds that were striking against your face stung, chill raced down your back with goosebumps swarming all over you because of the tides.

You felt a hand ruffling your, making it fall infront of your eyes. You lifted your head, starvation, thirst ruined you. Your vision blurred and as it faded bit by bit, Stryker's snicker cut right through your eyes.

Your breath quickened, eyes darting away as he followed them wherever they were locked.

"Calm down. I'm not gonna hurt you." He gave you a half smile with a penetrating gaze.

He placed his hands on the armrest of your chair, his face steadily becoming close to yours.

"You sure gonna be much more help when your alive than dead." He stated, losing the former warm tone he had in him.

A second later, he yanked the gag on your mouth, freeing you to speak.

You accumulated the last bits of moist in your mouth, spitting right at his under eye. With your hands tied like that, there was no way you could use your mutation.

He took a second to shut his eyes tightly, his middle finger reaching up to his face to wipe the salvia off of his face. Before even letting you guess what he would be about to do, he gripped your chin with a harsh clutch, his fingers leaving red prints on your cheeks.

"Listen to me, kid. I'm keeping this brief, you think you can trust that monster I created much, but you can't. Your future, you belong here, to this facility. You can't defeat what we have here."

He let go off his grip on your chin, making you lightheaded.

You didn't raise your gaze as you observed the rocky land, he wiped his hands to a handkerchief he pulled out of his pocket.

"I knew your parents." He huffed under his breath, you felt your heart skipping a beat right then, your eyes moving to his shoes, but not totally looking at him.

"Yeah, I did. We did fight for the same cause for a while, but you know things happen. Funny it was Wolverine himself who killed them, thinking they were the enemy."

Was this a game?

You turned your head to him, eyes wide, thousands of things going through your mind at once.

He was lying.

He must be lying.

He was trying to get under your skin, to make you turn your back on Logan.

"Oh you didn't know?"

You read his expression, he merely looked startled, his body freezing briefly.

He walked around for a while, not leaving you out of sight. Then, his eyes took you hostage, hands resting on his hips, shaking his head lazily.

"I thought your boss, afterall, would show you the courtesy to tell you how he fucked up."

"No matter what you say or do, I won't work in this hell of a place." You fumed, chest heaving as you could feel your mutation wanting to break free.

"You eventually will." An insightfull smile bore his face.

"Your bound to fucking die and we're bound to destroy this place to its core." You remarked assertively, eyes not leaving his.

"How could you work for a man who-" His voice grew more and more muffled with the helicopter nearing the perimeter, your eyes darted to that. You squinted your eyes at it as it caused more and more noise, more and more dust, filth flying around as it got closer to the surface and the ground.

Stryker came behind you after demanding security.

"Your friend for a parricide is coming to save the day."

He incompetenly tried to untie the rope that was constrained around your wrists that with the growing concern, he failed ridiculously.

"Whatever." He whispered to himself as he ran towards the main area of the island. You tried to get a few steps forward, trying to release yourself yet you couldn't manage to.

At that point, all of your aim was to shield your face from all the things that were flying around as you turned your head to the side, head lowered, eyes sealed.

You felt electricity centered on your palms exceeding its limits. Your vision steadily fading, the intolerable noise coming from the rotor blades were overwhelming your eardrums, making you feel like they could erupt.

The minute you felt it no longer could come closer, you turned your head to its direction. Numerous random things on the island grazing and licking your face as you saw a familiar face, gripping the inside of the helicopter, leering through you.

Logan.

A faint smile brushed his face for a second, then he started climbing down. Your eyes flickered at his every move, you completely forgot what Stryker had said about him, only the exhilaration of being saved filled your being. You could've sworn a tear even rolled down your cheek.

He got behind you as the noises of troops running towards you and the sound of the helicopter tingled your brain, was it awful.

He cut through the ropes with his claws and right after you felt blood reaching the veins on your hands, had they burst electric strikes. You couldn't control them for a while as it crashed to Logan's claws, making a scene right then.

"Whooa go easy, will you" He taunted.

"Way too much energy piled up there, sorry." You explained on the way to the ladder.

"Who's that?" You inquired looking at the man using the helicopter.

"A friend" the man turned his head to you.

Your eyes shifted back to Logan with a wry look.

He pressed his lips together lightly as he shook his head.

"Not a friend."

"Fly us outta here before they blow us up, bub." He spoke to the man as you managed your position in the aircraft.

Logan had left you at your place, you already had men working to protect you ever since your parents were killed. You didn't have anything to worry yet they were very reserved, closed-lipped people who only spoke when needed and had always avoided your questions about your parents, or more importantly who assassinated them.

You had your answer not so later on.

A few weeks passed by you investigating, seeking assistance through your old friends who you hadn't caught up with in a while.

You had kept your distance from others, especially Logan and how much in need he was.

The times you shook your head, baffled by your own actions and your little investigation were timeless.

All Stryker could've wanted would be to get into someone's head on the condition that they're close to Logan, nevertheless, he did manage to play games with your head and intruded you.

Potentially, he could be lying and Logan was innocent yet you'd have the answer for your ever-lasting question; Who killed your parents?

No one paved the way for you to find this out, everyone around you convinced you to not deep dive in the rabbit hole for it wasn't unusal for scientists who were asking for it to be assassinated.

The day your friend from the FBI showed up at your doorstep with documents under his armpit was the you found out your parents were killed by James Howlett. The Wolverine, the one you knew as Logan Howlett.

You grabbed the documents under his arms and asked him to leave for you needed to be alone.

Your eyes observed every little word, eyebrows frowned as ever, rereading the words, the sentences, the dates to make sure you got them right.

James Howlett.

Your eyes picked on the name, hung on it for quite a time, the describtion filled you in with the gaps alongside with CIA documents reporting the creation of Wolverine, a lab experiment.

Your breathing hitched, fingers holding the paper started shaking unsteadily, tears beading your tear trough. You needed to put down the papers on your table, eyes fixed on the reading lamp enough to make it explode as you bit on your pinky finger.

Then your doorbell rang, living among the commoners was something you loathed only because of this, no time for privacy.

You wiped your tears on your cheeks, took one last look to yourself at the mirror before opening the door for a windy day.

Logan.

Your hand was gripping the door handle, eyes sharp enough to cut him in half as the sweet taste of vengeance filled your lungs as air.

He eyed you up and down, catching on the reddish eyes. He observed your firm stance and the way you didn't let him in.

"Why'd you cry?" He cautiously asked on allert.

"Why didn't you tell me your name is James?" You breathed out.

"What?" He creased his brows as he let himself in. A sense of familiarity washed all over his face, it was clear as day he wasn't used to being called James.

The way he moved your arm away to get in only riled you up more as the yellow-ish lamp exploded above you.

His eyes followed the lamp, then shifted to you.

"That's my legal name." He spoke softly, eyes on the hard wooden floor.

"What is going on?" He begged with confused eyes, wrinkles showing up at the tails of them.

You remained silent, with an intense glare did he feel he was being examined like the way he was back in the lab.

He was guarded, he wasn't invading your personal space, asking questions consecutively, touching you, coming near you yet his dumbfounded look made you go mad.

He took a peek at your living room, glanced at the documents laid out on your table.

"Y/n, what are those?" He looked back at you, forehead wrinkled sensing you had figured out something but what was it? And why did it make you act the way you did?

You remained silent, tears beading your eyelashes once again as you lunged at him, forcing all your body weight on his as you both fell to the floor due to him being caught off guard.

He was short of breath, trying to shield his body from you writhing on top of him.

"Unless you want the cops to pay you a damn visit, stop it." His eyes observed the lamps blasting above you. His voice was distressed more than confused.

"You bastard." You punched right under his nose.

"Couldn't wait to get on top of me, huh?" He smirked doubtfully as he threw you across the room, your back slammed against the wall, winning a whimper out of you as your vision blurred.

"What the fuck is up, dammit?"

He demanded as he was standing across the room, claws still out, eyes sharp at you.

Your heart burned for a desire to hurt him as much as you could, you knew you couldn't kill him.

He was protecting his distance from you as you formed an electric ball emerging from the center of your palms, directing it at him as he was taken aback. His claws shielded his chest at which you were directing your power.

You came closer, taking a step ahead each time as you were met with his strength he obtained from the adamantium.

Electric from you created sparks as it hit to his adamantium claws, you squinted your eyes. Your eyes were burning from the energy you had both created, your mind shifted to the times with your parents, how well they meant and how much he was in the wrong for killing them. He had turned your life upside down long before he met you, that doesn't happen everyday, you assumed.

He directed your power to the corner of the room as he knelt down and lunged at you. He grabbed you from your thighs, shoving you against the wall as his middle claw was near your throat where he could slice it open if you were to move half an inch. The other two claws were trapping you aswell you even stalled your breathing, you had never been this close to death.

You pressed your neck as close to the wall as possible, eyes locked on his stern hazel eyes. His labored breathing caused him to see red.

You eyed his glistening claws, then shifted your eyes to his, making sure to move as little as possible.

"You killed my parents." You hissed between pressed lips, hair strands obstructing a clear view.

His crow's feet softened, that unyielding look disappearing as he yanked his claws away from your throat.

He turned around, you heard him panting in ragged inhales. His shoulders kept rising and falling.

"Stryker told me but I didn't believe him." You spoke, fighting back tears as you digged your nails on your moisty palms.

"Your a fucking animal, Logan." You whispered sharply. Your bottom lip kept quivering, you swallowed dryly.

He turned around as he peeped a look through his hooded eyes, you could sense the ire building up in those eyes.

You raised your shoulders as ever, chin up.

"Were you ever gonna tell me?" You demanded to know.

"No." He softly said under his breath. He was still guarded, tightened muscles flexed against his tshirt.

"Why am I not surprised?" You shook your head.

"Look, I- I didn't know they were the good guys." He raised his hands, drawing a step ahead of you.

You walked past him, shoulder slamming against his.

"That's always your excuse." You huffed as you turned around in a rush, eyes glistened.

His mouth was ajar as if he was contemplating best words to say out loud yet you didn't let him.

"You didn't know, you didn't mean it, you lost control." You mocked him as patheticism roamed your being.

"That's enough, Y/N." He drew another step ahead, hands in the air like he meant to grab you.

"Control those fucking claws around me." You barked, pointing his hands with your brows.

"You're so repellent, Logan." You smiled as a tear rolled down your cheek.

"It's like everyone around you is doomed to be miserable." You remarked, jaw clenched, putting your best demenour not to collapse.

"First it was your mom, then your dad." You emphasized on the word dad, afterall he didn't know you knew.

"Then your brother, then your lover." You emphasized on every letter of the word lover.

"Leave them outta this for your own good, bub." His eyes were keen, trying to get a hold on himself.

"You don't scare me a bit." You hissed as you shook your head in apace.

"What, you gonna kill me, too? An easy way out for you to clean the mess." You growled with eyes like daggers.

"You, you get a grip on yourself, woman." He commanded, with the way his body swayed in a rather sluggish manner snitched on him and the way he was so taken aback with you finding out.

You took one last gaze upon him as you made your way to the entrance door.

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The Land Before Time Liveblog 3

The Land Before Time III: The Time of the Great Giving

Last Time: The Gang accidentally broke the border wall while crossing it and kidnapped a foreign child, then bombarded him with racist microaggressions. When the kid's parents crossed the border to rescue him, The Gang and their parents beat them up. In the end, they re-affirmed that a closed-border policy is for the best and repaired the wall.

Also, Pinky and the Brain were there.

The Universal Logo is still not Pangaea.

Narrator: "A long time ago, at least 35 hundred million years ago, the earliest form of life made its first appearance on Earth."

... I think that checks out? I think "35 hundred million" is 3.5 billion? That lines up with what Wikipedia says for the estimated origin of life (at least 3.5B, the oldest trace of life is from 3.7B). I'm a little surprised this animated kid's movie from 1995 got that right. Kudos.

The narrator then goes over evolution and eventually reaches the first creature to walk on land.

No, get back in the water! You don't know what you're doing! This decision will eventually lead to HUMANS!

But not yet, first dinosaurs.

Narrator: "For most of the Earth's dinosaurs, life was filled with danger! But for the fortunate leaf-eating dinosaurs of the Great Valley, life was peaceful, and food plentiful."

Kinda splitting the difference between movie 1 and movie 2 here. In 1, they went to the Great Valley because there was a famine, and in 2, they make a big deal out of how safe it is. Here the narrator lists both qualities.

As an aside, it's interesting that, 3 movies in, we're still getting long, dramatic intro sequences to introduce the very concept of dinosaurs. I wonder if/when that will stop.

Narrator: "The Great Valley was the perfect place for children like Littlefoot the Longneck, Cera the Threehorn, Ducky the Swimmer, Petrie the Flier, and Spike the Spiketail to grow and learn and play."

The Gang are playing by rolling and chasing a head-sized rock like it's a ball.

You know, I would say that's probably not a good idea, rocks are solid and much heavier and harder than balls, but we know these kids are ridiculously strong by now, they'll be fine.

As if to prove my point, Littlefoot headbutts the rock several feet into the air, then when it lands, Petrie kicks it and he just bounces off without the rock moving whatsoever. It's still a goddamn rock. Dinosaurs are just Built Different.

Spike then dives for the rock, lands on it, and Fucking Destroys It.

You know, if I did that with a rock the size of my head, I'd probably shatter my ribcage. But dinosaurs are Built Different.

Three movies in, and I can't believe that I'm still power-scaling in Land Before Time.

Cera finds another rock and starts knocking it around. She passes it to Littlefoot, who juggles it with headbutts until he drops it and...

Hmm.

While these characters are new to the audience, they aren't strangers to The Gang, Littlefoot asks Hyp if he can have their rock back, please.

Hyp: "Your rock? Who said it was your rock?!"

Goon 1: "Yeah, who said it was your rock, huh? Who said, who said?!"

(they both glance at Goon 2)

Goon 2: "-oh, uh, yeah!"

Hyp is a Hypsilophodon, Goon 1 is a Nodosaurus, and Goon 2 is a Muttaburasaurus.

Littlefoot admits that no-one said that, and then Cera demands they give it back. Hyp refuses on the grounds that she didn't say please, and Cera retorts that she knows she didn't (Littlefoot did say "please" earlier, so obviously he doesn't really care). Hyp and Cera glare off and growl at each other until Littlefoot steps in and suggests they all play together.

Hyp asks his goons if they want to play with some babies, and Petrie takes great offense to being called a baby. Hyp pokes Petrie and they all laugh at him, causing Cera to snap and charge Hyp, but he steps out of the way before egging her on.

And then the Earth starts shaking and meteors start falling.

Man, shit always be happening around here. Can't even confront some bullies without the apocalypse.

The bullies run away and then a meteor lands on the other side of the Great Wall, causing a rockslide that the kids barely escape, running to their guardians.

Littlefoot makes it back to his grandparents, then a tree falls and he escapes by hiding under some roots. Littlefoot wants to go find the falling rock that landed in the Mysterious Beyond, but his grandma tells him no. Littlefoot and his grandpa admire the beautiful aurora created by the meteors.

Grandpa notes how mysterious it is, and I agree. It is mysterious, because that's not how auroras work! Meteors can't cause auroras!

The next day, everyone is gathered in the pond at the base of the Thundering Falls, drinking and eating water plants.

When suddenly, the Thundering Falls stop flowing.

Littlefoot asks his grandparents what's up and grandpa says he doesn't know, before grandma shoos him off to play with the other kids so the grown-ups can discuss the waterfall problem. Littlefoot's grandparents are starting to get some distinct characterization. Grandpa is more fun while grandma is more serious.

Littlefoot finds the other kids playing a hiding game. Cera is hiding and the other kids are looking for her. Littlefoot tries to tell them about the Thundering Falls, but they keep cutting him off. Cera jumps out from under a pile of big leaves and scares them, then they pick Littlefoot to hide next, but he keeps waffling, so Spike goes to hide. He sticks his head in a bush, leaving the rest of him exposed. We've actually seen this behavior multiple times in both of the previous films, Spike hiding just by sticking his head in the dirt or a bush, leaving the rest of him wide open.

Littlefoot finally blurts it out that the Thundering Falls are dried up, and they should go see.

Hyp: "Why don't you hatchlings go run and see?"

Goon 1: "Yeah, run and see, run and see!"

(Hyp glares at Goon 2)

Goon 2: "Oh! ...duuh, yeah!"

Cera's ready to throw down, and blows a raspberry. The Goons blow raspberries in return, but Hyp tells them to knock it off. Littlefoot asks why Hyp is always trying to pick a fight, and Goon 2 also wonders why. Hyp responds by singing song 1 of this movie, When You're Big.

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This song is... okay. It's not bad. It's got a decent flow and wordplay, kind of a Broadway-style song. As far as villain songs go, it's a lot better than "Eggs". Hyp sings about how when you're big (a teenager), you have a lot more freedom to do whatever you want, including be gross, loud, annoying, fight, and pick on little kids. Also in the song, he calls Ducky a "Duckfoot". So, add that to the list, alongside "Swimmer" and "Bigface".

After the song, Littlefoot immediately and brutally undermines it by pointing out that Hyp isn't going to be very big at all as a grown-up. Cera and Ducky agree, bringing up that when they grow up, they're gonna be much bigger than Hyp.

It's hard to get a sense of scale for these movies, but it's important to keep in mind that Littlefoot is like 2 feet tall, max. Ducky and Petrie are only a few inches. The average size for an adult Hypsilophodon is only 6 feet, and that's length, from head to tail.

Hyp: "Oh yeah? Well, I'm gonna see to it that you never grow up!"

Goon 2: "Uh, yeah!"

Goon 1: "Never grow up, never!"

Goon 2: "Uh, how're you gonna do that, Hyp?"

Hyp: "Sheesh, you're dumb. Let me lay it out for ya, first we chase 'em, second we catch 'em, third we hurt 'em. See?"

Yeah, Hyp clearly doesn't know WHAT he's talking about. He's talking about killing these kids, but he doesn't really have a concept of what that even means. Like just beating them up is gonna prevent them from growing. He's all talk. Meanwhile, these kids worked together to kill a full-grown Sharptooth at the end of the first movie.

Anyway, while Hyp is blustering, The Gang just sneak away. The bullies storm off, and they're so stupid they didn't even notice Spike, still in his terrible hiding spot.

Later, the adults are meeting and the Valley is starting to dry up. Littlefoot's grandpa establishes they need to ration out what little water they have remaining, not using it unwisely. Cera's dad has some thoughts.

Cera's Dad: "Huh! Threehorns never use water unwisely, but your herds do!"

Clubtail: "Our herds? What makes you think our herds would do such a thing?!"

Cera's Dad: "You drink greedily with no concern for others!"

Spiketail: "Can you believe he's saying that?!"

Man, you can always count on Cera's dad to be racist as fuck. He single-handedly turns this civil meeting into a big racist argument, with accusations being thrown around left and right by everyone. Cera's dad is a load-bearing pillar for the racism theme of this franchise.

Smash cut to The Gang all playing and frolicking in a pond, splashing water everywhere. The kids are "playing bullies", pretending to be Hyp to make fun of him. Then the bullies actually show up, standing high up on a rock. Hyp claims this is their watering hole, then he pushes Goon 1 off the rock and he falls on top of Littlefoot, splashing water right into Cera's dad's face (apparently, the adults weren't very far away).

The bullies run away and Cera's dad accuses Littlefoot of wasting precious water.

Littlefoot's Grandpa: "Our children don't understand the water problem. The Great Valley has always given them everything they need!"

Okay, I kinda ignored this last movie, but that implication was there, too. The Gang didn't grow up in the Great Valley, they only recently came here. You know, in the first movie. Both of the sequels have acted like The Gang don't know what it's like outside of the Great Valley, and that's just simply wrong. You can't just retcon the first movie out of existence. Especially since later movies will make reference to it.

The Gang start talking about the water problem and Littlefoot does this hilarious shrug that doesn't work AT ALL.

He doesn't even do it quickly, it's a slow, deliberate, and impossible movement. You can't just have quadruped characters do hand gestures without thinking through the logistics first, otherwise you get dumb shit like this.

Littlefoot's Grandpa: "We need to teach our children how to use the remaining water wisely."

Cera's Dad: "Speak for yourself, Longneck! My Cera would never waste! Your Littlefoot is a bad influence!"

Littlefoot's Grandpa: "That's not true!"

The kids don't even know what the word "influence" means. Cera's dad tells Cera to come, and that she's not allowed to play with "the little Longneck anymore". Grandpa tries to diffuse the situation, and Cera tries to resist, but Cera's dad insists and yells at her that he knows what's best. Sniffling, Cera goes with her dad.

This is something that's been bubbling under the surface for a while. Cera's dad said she shouldn't play with Longnecks in the first movie and the second, too. He was just looking for an excuse to really put his foot down on this issue, and this was the perfect one. This is Cera's dad at his worst. The other kids go home with their parents, too, but just because it's getting late.

Littlefoot's grandpa says that Cera's dad is just confused and scared. At night, Cera and her dad argue.

Cera: "I don't understand, daddy!"

Dad: "You need friends who know how to behave, especially in times like this."

Cera: "Littlefoot is my friend! He'll always be my friend!"

Dad: "Cera, I'm your father. I want what's best for you!"

Cera: "No you don't! You just don't want me to have any fun!"

(Cera runs away into some reeds)

Dad: "Cera, please... I'm just trying to- oh, as a parent I... wouough!"

That's Dad letting out an exasperated groan. This conversation really doesn't touch on the deeper issues at play here, it's really surface-level. I like that he can't even find something to say at the end, but aside from that, this argument is disappointing.

Next morning, grandma and grandpa wake up Littlefoot early to drink morning dew from leaves, since they need to conserve water and get fluids from other sources. Littlefoot accidentally breaks the dew-covered Tree Star, since the leaf itself is dried out and fragile. Grandma mentions there will be an increased fire risk in the coming days, and Littlefoot should remember the escape paths.

We then see a montage of the Great Valley slowly drying up. Fish in a small pool having to flop over dry land to get to a creek.

A triceratops herd walking alongside a riverbank with several feet of wall before the waterline. A lizard knocks down a rock from a cave wall and it bounces on multiple other rocks before falling in the small pool at the bottom.

Littlefoot and his grandparents are looking for food, and they find some trees, but most of the leaves are brown and crusty. There's one tree with a few sparse green leaves, and Grandpa pulls down a branch of them for Littlefoot to eat. This is really giving me flashbacks to the first movie. There, the famine wasn't caused by a lack of water, but it was a famine nonetheless. Even though their turn for water isn't until later, Grandpa gives Littlefoot the go-ahead to go drink, since he's a kid. Cera's dad is at the watering hole, and he argues against it. Then Cera's dad sings song 2 of the movie, Standing Tough.

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It's kind of a dad rock man anthem. It's also... okay. Not bad. It's all about how when times get tough, you gotta get tough. You have to step up and be better, stronger, smarter, tougher, etc. He does mention something interesting, which is that his own father told him "stand and fight, don't run away". Definitely a lesson in how parents are molded by their own parents.

He also cites his daughter as the reason he's being harsh about this, but like, he's got a lot of daughters. Or should. Cera's mentioned her sisters a few times in the last two movies. But sometime between then and now, she's become an only child. Whether due to retcon or something more tragic, it's an odd decision, since the last movie's end credits showed her and Ducky getting more baby siblings.

After the song, Cera whisper-calls Littlefoot over and they complain about the grown-ups acting like babies. Littlefoot hatches a plan.

Littlefoot: "Water! If we find some, the grown-ups will stop being mad!"

Cera: "Maybe! Except for my dad, he aaaalways mad."

Littlefoot: "Yeah, he is kinda grumpy. But I'm sure it's just because he's so worried about the water."

Oof.

The kids go off to gather the rest of The Gang, while the adults keep arguing. Cera's dad says "no" to the very idea of compromise. Meanwhile, the animators have compromised his very body by forgetting to draw in his fourth leg:

At night, the kids gather, but Spike is a heavy sleeper and snores. He doesn't wake up until Petrie mentions the plan is to find water, that gets him up. Then the kids run off, screaming into the night in frustration at their guardians being mad all the time nowadays. I'm surprised no-one woke up. The kids decide to try and sniff out the water.

Not sure that'll work, but hey, I don't have a dinosaur nose. Human noses are some of the worst among mammals, so I can't exactly say I'm an expert on sniffing.

The next day, Cera's dad has taken it upon himself to full-on police the river, charging at and chasing away anyone who tries to drink out-of-turn. I changed my mind, this is Cera's dad at his worst. The Gang are ready to give up their search when Petrie sniffs out a pond.

The kids enjoy playing and drinking, but then the bullies confront them and demand they let them have the water and not tell anyone else about it. They run to tell the grown-ups, but Cera wants to try fighting them, and they convince her to just run. Then the bullies get the negative attention of a purple wasp, which drives them off (did wasps exist at this time period?).

The Gang gets a little lost while running and they find a cave leading through the Great Wall into the Mysterious Beyond, where they find a GIGANTIC lake of water being blocked off by a landslide.

I dunno if opening that dam is the best idea, the Great Valley might go from a drought to a flood. The kids seem to think that's a good idea, though, and decide to head back to tell everyone.

However, you see that lightning at the end of the GIF? Remember what Grandma said about an increased fire risk?

Lightning strikes a tree and makes a huge wildfire, which rips through the Great Valley's dried up forest.

Meanwhile with the adults, Cera's dad is telling Ducky's mom to stop drinking, she's had enough (but she's a Swimmer, she might need more). Littlefoot's grandparents decide he's gotten too bossy, but then the kids run up and warn them about the fire. Apparently the area it started as is Two Boulder Pass. Cera's dad insists that he's the boss and he will lead everyone on his path to safety from the fire... which Littlefoot's grandpa points out is downwind of the fire, right where it will spread. Guess Cera got her bad direction-skills we saw in the first movie from her dad. He insists that he's right and that Cera go with him, and she complies.

Littlefoot's grandpa realizes Cera's dad is being stupid and endangering himself and his daughter, and he decides to follow him, while Littlefoot's grandma leads everyone else away from the fire upwind of it.

Cera's dad's route immediately proves to be a terrible decision, as the fire quickly catches up and both Threehorns are running for their lives from the blaze. They come to a ravine and Cera tries jumping it. She almost makes it, but the edge she lands on crumbles and she falls in. Her dad jumps in after her and now they're both running down the ravine away from the spreading fire.

Meanwhile with Littlefoot's grandma's group, she's having a hard time with the thick smoke because of how high up her head is. She decides Littlefoot has to lead the group because he's much smaller and closer to the ground, where the smoke is thinner. The adults are having a hard time seeing through the smoke, so Littlefoot yells for them to follow his voice.

Cera and her dad get completely surrounded on all sides by fire, but Littlefoot's grandpa uses the Longneck trick from movie 2 to topple a tree for them to cross.

The two groups reunite on a cliff on the side of the Great Wall, safe and sound. Good thing Littlefoot remembered the fire exits.

Littlefoot's grandma: "We are all very lucky."

Cera's dad: "Lucky?! How can you say we are lucky when our Valley burns?! We are without water and now we are without a home! All is lost..."

Littlefoot's grandma: "All is not lost, my friend. You still have Cera, and you are still here, able to care for her."

Cera's dad: *sigh* "Oh, you are right. Thank you, Longneck."

This is a BIG moment of growth from Cera's dad. Not only did his boneheaded stubbornness almost get himself and his daughter killed, but he was rescued by a Longneck and then consoled by one when he fell into despair afterward. And then he specifically thanked her using her species name in gratitude.

However, the other adults are inclined to agree with the Threehorn that all is lost, until Littlefoot remembers that they found the water, it's backed up from the Flying Rock that landed in the Mysterious Beyond.

The other adults are hesitant to go into the Mysterious Beyond because of the danger, but Cera's dad points out that the Valley is dangerous now, too, and they have to go. Littlefoot's grandpa mentions that that much water will attract Sharpteeth. Cera's dad has a plan, but no-one is confident in his plans anymore, and everyone starts arguing over it.

Meanwhile, the bullies are higher up, looking down on the adults. Hyp wants to get to the water first, but his goons are... less than enthusiastic about potential Sharptooth encounters. Hyp insists he's not afraid of anything, even Sharpteeth, and decides to prove it by going, then calls his goons babies to motivate them to join him (because he doesn't actually want to be alone).

Littlefoot sees them and decides The Gang needs to go and convince them not to do anything stupid and reckless. The rest of The Gang doesn't think they should care until he sings song number 3, Kids Like Us.

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And, uh. The official Youtube version of this includes the earlier scene with the bullies. For context, I guess.

Anyway, Kids Like Us is nice. I think it's the best song so far in this film. Littlefoot is very empathetic, and he really gets to the heart of this movie's core theme regarding fear and pride motivating bullying. It's not great, but it's good.

Hyp and his goons walk through the Mysterious Beyond, and finally we get a name for one of them: Goon 2, the Muttaburasaurus, is named "Mutt". Going by that pattern, I'm guessing Goon 1's name is Nodo. They cross over a bubbling bog, clearly lost, and Mutt and Hyp both almost fall in multiple times (in the business, they call this technique "5-second foreshadowing"). They find a pond of water and Hyp eagerly jumps in to drink some water.

But whoops, it's actually a tar pit and Hyp is trapped and sinking.

By the way, real tar pits can look deceptively like ponds. That's why they were so dangerous to real-life dinosaurs.

Mutt and Goon 1 aren't sure what to do, and The Gang hears Hyp's cries of help and come running. Littlefoot name drops this as a "tar pit", which is interesting that the writers didn't come up with some other name for it. Littlefoot tells Hyp to stop moving and he completely freezes still, before a bee lands on his nose. Then Petrie lands on his nose and tries to pull him out by his nostril, attached to a chain of the other kids (they use this technique a lot, but it's kinda hit-or-miss in effectiveness).

Petrie loses his grip when Hyp complains and Hyp briefly sinks beneath the surface, but Petrie fuckin' heroes up and dives into the tar pit to save him. Ducky grabs Petrie under the tar and pulls him up while Petrie successfully pulls Hyp out by his tooth (I guess it's a better handle than his nostril).

After getting out, Hyp insists that he had it under control and never needed any help (despite literally yelling "Help, help"). Petrie and Ducky in particular are mad at him brushing off their efforts, but he doubles down. That is, until he sees the adult crowd walking by. Specifically his dad. Hyp's IMMEDIATE first reaction to seeing his father is to run away, hide behind The Gang, cover his face, and shiver uncontrollably.

Well, damn. That says it all, doesn't it? Littlefoot's grandpa scolds him for exploring in a dangerous place like this, and Littlefoot retorts that they were trying to keep Hyp and his friends from getting hurt. This makes Hyp's father notice Hyp hiding behind them, and he immediately starts yelling.

Before we get into this scene, I like how The Gang earlier were right, Hyp won't be very large as a grown-up. Hyp's father is less than twice his size.

Hyp's father: *grab's Hyp's tail* "Hyp! Here we are, chasing after you when we should be finding a way to free the water! I thought I told you to stay where it was safe! Don't look at me that way, I'm your father and I know what's best for you!"

Cera's father: "... yelling is no way to teach your child what is right, or to show that you care."

Hyp's father: "How would you know?!"

Cera's father: "I know because- because I have a daughter. And I yell at her. Too much. Especially when I'm worried for her safety."

Cera: "You don't have to worry about me, daddy."

Cera's father: "If you always react with anger, that's all your son will know. And... that's all he'll be able to express to others."

Hyp looks very sheepish, and all the kids take a sympathetic step toward him.

Hyp: "... what?"

Cera's father: "I know now that we can't live together that way. With such anger between us. Our kids found water because they worked together. Now we must work together, too."

This speech... okay. To preface this, I really like this speech. It perfectly boils down the core theme of the movie, and Cera's dad's character development. It's a good speech.

But it doesn't quite go far enough. Hyp's reaction to his father is REALLY extreme for what is shown, just yelling at him the same way Cera's dad yells at her. Cera is quick to anger, but we never see her cowering from her dad in fear like Hyp did here. And Cera's dad does acknowledge his flaws, but his admittance of wrongness barely touches on his racism. It does touch on it, right near the end, but barely. I feel like if this movie were braver to push its rating, it could have gone further with Hyp's father and the overall theme of generational trauma and bullying.

It is a really good speech, but it could have been great, especially since it's the emotional climax of the whole film.

Anyway, because this franchise still demands an action climax (and we need to pay off the Sharptooth foreshadowing), Mutt then notices a whole pack of 4 raptors, closing in.

Littlefoot's grandpa tells the kids to run, and one of the raptors jumps at him. Grandpa pulls his neck out of the way at the last second and tail-whips the raptor, launching it into a headbutt from Cera's dad, who flings it backward into a wall with such force that rocks start falling on top of it, knocking it out. 1 down, 3 to go. Hyp's father takes charge on leading the kids to safety.

Another raptor leaps at Grandpa, but he tail-whips it away. Littlefoot's worried for his grandpa (just like last movie, he's clearly got some lasting trauma from his mother dying), but Grandpa tail-whips another one away as Hyp's dad tells him to keep going. Grandpa emphasizes the importance of holding the line, but Mutt's parent (on the other side of Grandpa from Cera's dad) completely breaks down from fear, cowering and breaking formation, allowing all 3 raptors to jump over them to go after the kids.

Hyp's dad leads the kids down into the ravine right in front of the rockslide that blocks off all the water. They stop when they hear gnashing noises at the top of a cliff above them. The 3 raptors show up. But then the other adults arrive behind them and engage them in battle, unseen by the kids and audience. The noises of the fight are so vicious that the teens run the other way. The battle is so epic that the whole cliff collapses, everyone falling and getting knocked out.

The 3 raptors recover first, and decide the four unconscious adult dinosaurs are an easier target than the children. Hyp's father tells the kids to run to the dam and he dashes in to fight the raptors himself, even though he's the same size as one raptor and he's outnumbered 3-to-1. He does okay, though, getting in a double-punch, then using his agility to make the raptors all headbutt each other. Hyp decides to save his dad and teases the raptors to go after him instead. But before they reach him, Littlefoot's grandpa recovers and hits all three of the raptors with one mighty tail whip.

The grown-ups are back up and the raptors decide to pivot to attacking the kids, who are standing on the dam. Hyp kicks a rock down at one and Cera's dad follows up with a mighty headbutt that buries it in rocks. The Gang decides to go with the ol' standby of pushing a giant rock on them (another move we've seen in both of the previous movies), but this particular giant rock is too big for even them to push, so the teens help out and push it over.

That rock knocks down a ton more rocks, burying all three of the raptors. But even THAT'S not enough (holy shit, these raptors are TOUGH), and all three get back up.

But Littlefoot notices that rock they pushed unblocked a small stream of water, which slowly builds up bigger and bigger. The kids run off the dam and the adults run up a slope as the dam explodes with a massive flood, drowning the raptors, cascading down the Thundering Falls, and flowing into the Great Valley to put out the wildfire. Except never mind, the raptors are fine, they surface on the opposite side of the rushing river so they can't reach the others on the other side. Remember when I said earlier that Dinosaurs are Built Different? Apparently raptor dinosaurs, specifically, are Built SUPER Different.

Everyone returns to the Great Valley, but most of it is still dead from the fire.

They have to ration out what little food they have, as well as search the Valley thoroughly for any spots of green untouched by the flames. The kids and teens find one such place, and Hyp's father catches himself when he's about to yell at Hyp over it. Hyp says there's enough if they share, and Mutt and Goon 1 are surprised to hear him talking about sharing, but he insists that not sharing is for babies.

Narrator: "And so, as it turned out, the dinosaurs traveled from green spot to green spot, eating their fill. Each helping the others to find what they needed. Each learning the special kind of joy which comes from giving to others. And in the years to come, this story of sharing was told over and over again, until it became known as 'The Time of the Great Giving'."

SURPRISE! This movie was a Thanksgiving Day special, all along!

Looking it up, Goon 1's name is indeed a shortening of Nodosaurus, it's just "Nod". Well, I was close. It is odd that he's never named, and Mutt is only named once, so it's easy to miss. By the way, I don't think that Clubtail we see throughout the film is meant to be Nod's father. Nodosaurus didn't have a club tail, but this is also a dinosaur movie from 1995, so who knows?

This movie's core theme is about bullying, and it kinda folds the racism theme of the previous two movies into that bullying theme via Cera's dad and his character development. Hyp and his goons are the bullies to the kids, Cera's dad is the bully to the adults, and Cera's dad and Hyp's dad are bullies to their own kids, representing how generational trauma makes parents create bullies out of their kids. Cera's dad even mentions his own father in his song.

Cera's dad really is a MAJOR focus of this movie. I was worried his character development would feel forced and rushed, but that fire scene and then the speech later did a lot to make his turn feel realistic. His racist attitude has been a major background element of both of the previous movies, and this one dealt with it. Not quite bringing it all the way to the forefront, but close enough to deal with it by proxy of his other issues.

This movie has kind of a slow first half but it hit its stride in the second half when the kids find the water. Which, to be fair, was the case with the last movie, too. Chomper didn't even hatch until the halfway point.

The raptors' insane durability really stretched the limits of my suspension of disbelief. There were 5 herbivore adults fighting them, all but one being bigger, plus 8 juveniles, but the raptors seemed like unstoppable Terminators. Except the one who was apparently taken out like a punk at the very beginning of the fight. If the writers really wanted the raptors to be that big of a threat, they should have made there be more than just 4. Like, 10 would make more sense.

Pros: All 3 songs are better than Eggs. Cera's dad's character arc was surprisingly great. The tension of the drought was pretty good. The whole fire scene is really good. The bullies are WAY better than Ozzy and Strut. Petrie gets a neat arc in standing up to the bullies and earning their respect. The raptor fight at the end is kinda fun, it goes in a lot of interesting directions.

Cons: None of the songs are as good as You're One Of Us Now. The dialogue is more stilted and clunky than in the last movie. The final battle at the end felt tacked-on and it dragged a bit too long. The raptors, aside from their absurd durability, aren't interesting characters at all. Mutt and Nod do get a tiny bit of depth, but not enough.

Score: Overall, this movie didn't have any glaring flaws like the editing in the first movie or the Struthiomimus brothers in the second, but it's also generally not quite as good across the board. I think I'll give it a 7/10.

The Land Before Time: 8/10 (hypothetical uncut version: 9/10)

The Great Valley Adventure: 8/10

The Time of the Great Giving: 7/10

#the land before time #PMC watches TLBT #the land before time iii: the time of the great giving #land before time

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akuworld777 · 1 year ago

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The newspaper

Tim had told Kon all about the cloning incident, so a year later Tim hadn't really thought about it but now Kon was in his Wayne office wondering, why because Bruce refused to take over the company again unless that Tim would finish his education, but getting back to the point , Kon was there with a book in his hand, a book very very similar to Tim's diary, the diary he started after his dad's death, the diary in which he planned the murderer's death. of his father, even if in the end he did not kill him, diary where all the cloning data is, where each documented attempt is, where…. Where Tim goes crazy and Kon has the diary…

I had thought that he had hidden it, Tim had hidden it with all the cloning things, with the capsule, the generator, the data, the DNA. Tim had hidden it and if he had told Kon the address when he confessed to him about how he had tried it. clone in case he wants to go see, or destroy it, Tm's actually not sure why he told him that, hell he's not sure why he didn't burn everything to the ground, Probably because he was thinking of trying again, after all He only stopped because Cassie intervened and Bruce disappeared, he wasn't dead, Tim had brought him back and he wasn't dead, he wasn't crazy.

Actually Tim had thought that Kon would destroy everything and if he didn't he wouldn't find the diary, but he did and now he's probably here to tell him what an idiot he was, how disgusting he is for trying to clone his best friend 99 times, for that matter. How he kissed Cassie just to feel it, how he planned to use his DNA if the 100th attempt didn't work, trapping him with a baby, it didn't matter that at that moment Kon was dead, that there was actually no one to catch, god Tim It really was disgusting, wasn't it?

Too caught up in his head he didn't notice the intense look Kon was giving him, though his thoughts were cut off by a laugh, “I can't believe it, Cassie told me you were sick when me and Bart died but, I can't believe it.” I said that you kissed her to feel me” probably because he didn't know, Tim thought, although the thought didn't last long as he focused on what Kon was saying. "And although I knew about cloning, I didn't really expect you to have tried so hard, Tim, you were actually going to make a baby with our DNA, as if it were a husband who died and you were the mother who decided to keep the child to remember her dead loved one, it's very soap opera-like”

Tim felt like those words were digging into his conscience. Kon was saying it as if it were something absurd, he didn't seem malicious or angry, but his words felt wrong, it felt like he was making fun of what Tim had gone through, of his feelings. of his unrequited love, as if everything he did was nothing more than a bad joke, as if his mourning was worthless.

Kon seemed to realize the state Tim was in because he stopped laughing, examining him as if he were seeing him with his x-ray vision, examining him thoroughly. Unlike Bruce, Tim didn't mind being used, he felt seen in the way his parents never saw him.

Kon obviously realized something, because Tim felt the tkl pull him closer and suddenly he was trapped in the muscular, tanned arms of a Kryptonian, Tim felt himself melting in the embrace as Kon's ever-present warmth sank into him. his bones, relieving phantom pains that Tim had not even realized were there, it was like returning home, to his home, a home that seemed to have been missing for a while, he could not contain the sigh of satisfaction, but he did not regret leaving it. He left especially because Kon hugged him tighter and surrounded them both with his tactile telekinesis.

"I'm sorry, I didn't express myself well," Kon's voice sounded right next to his ear. that someone could do so much for me, could have fallen so low, could have I've suffered my loss enough to try everything." Tim felt a chill as Kon spoke, while that voice tickled his ear, but he also felt conflicted, a conflict between telling him that it wasn't that big of a deal and telling him that anyone would have done it, Cassie is proof she went and joined a cult because of his death, that he deserved that recognition, that he deserved people to worry about him, but he bit his tongue and let Kon continue instead of interrupting to express how incredible it was. It was Kon and how much it affected everyone that he was not there, how much it affected him.

“I don't want to say that what you did wasn't fucked up, damn it's actually kind of funny I'm a clone and you decided that to bring me back you were going to clone me instead of going to Constantie and making some deal with a god or demon.” Tim continued listening to Kon but made a mental note to dabble in necromancy since Kon seemed open to that and get more blackmail on Constantine, hell next time he would throw Kon's body in a lazarus pit or just jump in a building, before being without him again. As if Kon read his mind, Tim felt a tug on his hair which Kon had been stroking earlier and saw the disapproving look the super gave him.

"I'm sorry… I don't know what happened to me, you were gone, so many people were gone." Tim buried his face in Kon's shoulder. "I was just thinking about bringing you back, about bringing at least a part of you back." lap" Kon sighed “I'm not asking you to apologize Tim, I actually thought you were going to be much worse, it doesn't mean I approve of this but if I had come back to life and you had managed to have another me, I wouldn't have been angry… if you had achieved the “Baby, I wouldn’t be mad either…” The silence after that was louder than if this had been a shouting match, Tim once again confirmed that bats are not made for feelings… or maybe the trauma was simply preventing him from being good at feelings, or something. Maybe it was negligence.

Kon clarified the guarantee and spoke again, “Actually, it had been a year since all this and I probably should have talked to you since I read the entire diary, but I kept putting it off because I didn't know how to tell you this… I didn't know how. explain my feelings and I didn't know if I had really understood yours correctly, the hell I chose this moment because Cassie threatened to destroy the diary if I didn't talk to you and…and I thought that now that a year has passed, it probably won't affect you that much…" The pause felt like a shock so Kon wasted no time in continuing quickly.

“Probably what you feel for me is already gone and I thought if that's how I can deal with rejection… I can deal with that, I'm used to not having much luck in romance and this is Rob, he wouldn't make fun of me or nothing, our relationship could continue….” Kon's voice became lower and lower as if he felt unsure of continuing, but Tim couldn't pay much attention to that, because Kon had just confessed to him, to Tim Drake, he had just confessed and he was actually thinking. that Tim would reject him, he thought that Tim would have gotten bored of him because it had been a year, just a year and Tim wanted to hit him because Tim had been feeling something for him since they were only 4 in young Justice and Kon thought that one year he would to be enough to make Tim forget about his feelings, to make Tim reject him.

Kon had arrived with the damn diary where Tim poured his soul, his sorrow, his pain, his mourning, his love and he had tried to take it with humor as he always did with serious topics trying not to get hurt, the trauma appeared in many forms and everyone They had a way of dealing with him, Kon had always used humor, kind of like Dick. He probably planned to pretend that everything was a joke if Tim rejected him, but Tim would never reject him so he took a deep breath and separated from the hug, the TKL let go easily but at the same time seemed to want to keep him there, Kon looked at him sadly, he seemed resigned and Tim couldn't allow that.

"I still like you… If you hadn't come back in the middle of my search for Bruce, I probably would have done the baby plan after bringing Bruce back, put my DNA and yours in a capsule and spent months hiding creating fake IDs, buying a house, getting a fake job, in some random country and I would have raised the baby there.” It may not be the most poetic or emotional declaration of love, hell in reality he hadn't even said that he loved him or that he liked him but Tim was a vigilante, above all he was a bat and practically Tim's entire life had revolved around heroes and That Tim is confessing to Kon what is basically that he was going to retire from being a vigilante with a test tube baby of the two, was very significant.

“I liked you from the beginning of Young Justice, I may not have loved you that early but I liked you, and after breaking up with Steph I realized that I wasn't that interested in her, because the breakup didn't hurt me that much. Instead I was more focused on the fact that we were going out the next day and that I had nothing to wear, damn Steph helped me choose what to wear because she had also realized it long before me", "you are, nice handsome, you smile seems to light up the day, your hugs are like scorching the home, I can feel the heat, the comfort, the affection, you are like a respite from the pain, the memories are the discomfort, you never judge anything, damn it, I tried to clone you 99 times and you keep saying that you don't blame me for it, even knowing that you had a lot of problems regarding your identity due to cloning, you always support everyone, you always seem to know everything, you never push me or anyone to do things I don't want to do, Hell, when my parents weren't at Christmas or when Bruce and I were arguing, you were the angriest, you always defended me, you gave fucking Jason Todd a threat for trying to kill me, you…" Tim could have spent hours talking about everything good about Kon if he had the time he would even show you his power point and his graph of over 100 reasons why Kon was a unique, admirable person and anyone who said otherwise was obviously a villain, but he couldn't since warm lips that felt like the sun on the morning of a spring day rested on his lips, effectively silencing him.

Tim had priorities and preferred to indulge in the kiss than in his talk about why Kon is the best person in the world, sue him, if Superboy kissed them they surely wouldn't be able to think, much less continue with a speech.

The kiss was perfect, not in the traditional way after all, Tim. And him still didn't know what the other liked and it was a little awkward for it being the first kiss they shared, but the feelings were there, every movement of lip to lip, They told praises of love and professed devotion, each touch was warm and moved the heart of the other, it was a promise, a prophecy fulfilled, a river that overflowed as the minutes passed and the feelings of each one were transmitted in the kiss.

The only thing that brought them out of their concentration was the noise of a pile of leaves falling to the floor. They quickly separated. Tim had thought that Kon had dropped the newspaper but unfortunately they were not so lucky. His assistant Katerin, the substitute since Tam was sick, had just seen 18-year-old Tim Drake, CEO of Wayne Enterprises, kissing Superboy… Tim would have to pay her so much to keep quiet.

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delta-drawsarts · 5 months ago

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About my "To Save a Sister" comic

Howdy y'all, Delta here! And I'm here to talk about my "To Save a Sister" comic and the process it underwent during the 5 months since I started Part 1 back in September. (Before posting here ofc)

Originally, the comic was a sort of a spur of the moment thing. Mainly cuz I wanted to try drawing Clover running, and just have a "Clover sacrifices themselves to save a life" moment. When I returned to it in December to give it a bit of a fix-up (Yes, I know AU designs were not in Part 1 I was still work shopping them and was too lazy) before moving onto Part 2.

The story that goes through Part 2 didn't change much, but a few things did change the direction. Such as I was going to originally have Clover fall as if they just been dropped into the ocean or something, like those bubbles effects and what not. But it got scrapped cuz I couldn't figure out a way for it to work.

Next was the scene where Kanako was crying in Ceroba's arms while Chujin just stood silently over Clover's crushed body beneath the boulder. At first, I was going to have it play after the dust settled and Kanako see Clover trapped under the boulder, their head and upper torso would have been peaking out with no signs of life as blood pooled around where their body is beneath the boulder. And Kanako would be shaking them and telling them to wake up, but I felt it was too gruesome honestly. Same applies with Kanako's death, because as she's trying to wake up Clover another boulder would have fallen and killed her. But as you saw, I changed that to her visiting their grave before Flowey killed her for shits and giggles.

And I was gonna have Vengeance Clover shoot Reg. Clover and it was gonna fade from the void to their last save point. Like they were being pushed out It looked SO cool in my head, but I couldn't figure out how I wanted to do it :(

Part 3 was already set in stone. Clover uses the Dash to save Kanako, they get trapped, and have to wait for rescue. However, the part that came AFTER I workshopped two ideas. The one y'all saw was obviously one of them, but here's the scrapped version.

Kanako would start having a panic attack, and start melting.

Yep, that's right. Kanako would be a sort of semi-amalgamate, only revealing that when she's deeply distressed or sad. I had the idea implemented when I was originally writing United Bond that Chujin confessed about his secret experiments, before eventually scraping it when I did some rewriting. And the idea of Kanako being a semi-amalgamate stemmed that she and Ceroba were helping Chujin clear out the basement, since he no longer wishes to work on soul experiments. While Kanako was helping, and being curious rummaging through a box, she would accidentally stabbed her hand on a spare syringe that had the serum. (Chujin must have forgotten about it)

Now, nothing happened at first. But then she started spazzing out and melting, Ceroba sensing her distress zoomed to the basement with Chujin in tow. Chujin immediately took the syringe that Kanako dropped and just slammed it into a trash can, sealed it in a box, and shoved it away to destroy later. It took nearly 3 hours before Kanako finally calmed down and reformed back together. Ceroba suggested taking Kanako to Alphys, but Chujin managed to convince her not to, as at that point in the Underground, Alphys had done the DT experiments and went radio silent after messaging families their loved ones were awake. (Chujin is friends with one of these families and heard all about it.) So, he does not trust her to even give him and Ceroba even a fraction of their daughter's condition.

So, Kanako would continue living as a semi-amalgamate. The only other person to know this would be Starlo, who Ceroba had sworn him to secrecy to not tell anybody, even his parents.

It WOULD have been a unique idea though.

Continuing on, Clover would have to try and calm her down, and then they would by telling her about their sibling; Frisk. It ends the same way, but the in-between changed drastically.

#undertale yellow #uty united bond #undertale yellow au #uty clover #uty kanako #uty ceroba #uty chujin #uty starlo

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delaneywuzup700 · 5 months ago

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A while back in 2024 I was looking at Robots In Disguise tiktoks and one of them was an animatic with Bee and Optimus and that one scene from the Phineas and Ferb episode "Skiddley Whiffers" where in the Doofenshmirtz subplot, Doof's daughter Vanessa is on a camping trip with her friends, and because of his childhood trauma Doof goes all paranoia and disguises himself as a hippie to overprotect Vanessa, much to her chagrin.

The scene I'm talking about is the one whereas a response to father's overprotectiveness Vanessa tells Doof that she's not a little girl anymore but instead of paying attention to what she's saying he instead imagines her as an actual little girl.

In the animatic it's like that scene and Optimus imagines Bumblebee as his younger TFP self. Back to the episode, Doof's overprotectiveness escalates to the point where he forces Perry the Platypus to dress up as a bear to scare Vanessa.

This enrages Vanessa and she calls Doof out on his overprotectiveness and tells him that all she wants is alone time with her friends without him or him constantly worrying about her safety. And honestly now that I'm looking at it, there are some similar parallels between this episode and that in Decepticon Island. With one parental character (Let's face it, O.P. was a father to almost everyone in the AC, not just Bee but in RID it has so much father-son stuff) worrying about an older character doing something by themself, with Optimus worrying about Bumblebee leading the team in a extremely important mission and to an extent questions his choices for the mission.

While yes, Optimus was being a worried parent here (Not to mention that one scene where everyone's on the road and Bee ends up hitting a rock which got O.P.'s attention) he wasn't being as bad as Doof although while it would still not be great on O.P.'s part it would be kind of funny if he forced Ratchet, who did return in this two-parter, to dress up as bear, but thank God Optimus didn't go that far. And Optimus, noticing Bumblebee is pretty upset with him, communicates with him and both have a mature moment together, Bumblebee reminding Optimus about there being a single voice, a single voice where if that voice doesn't lead, it means disaster for everyone, something Optimus actually said and realizing that yes, he needs to let Bumblebee lead the team. When the two face off against Steeljaw, Optimus has Bumblebee's back like the former asked him to have, by delivering a big 'ol kick to Steeljaw when he was about to attack Bee.

Back to Doof and Vanessa, after she explains to her father that she's capable, a saddened Doofenshmirtz realizes Vanessa was right about him being way too protective and swores off all safety stuff. But in the process he accidentally destroys a nearby beehive, which swarm over to Vanessa and her group. Doofenshmirtz heard her scream and he goes over to protect her the others, Doof goes all Papa Wolf but not in the same overprotective way and draws the bees' attention by dousing himself the hive's honey, leading them away and jumping in the lake.

In the end, both end on a good note where nice communication happens between both duos, and Optimus and Doofenshmirtz both learn to let Bumblebee and Vanessa grow.

#phineas and ferb #rid2015 #transformers rid2015 #tf rid15 #rid15 #tfrid2015 #bumblebee #optimus prime #Decepticon Island #analysis #I love the father & son relationship in RID #And this was pretty good on all the characters #Both are good fathers still #vanessa doofenshmirtz #heinz doofenshmirtz #Skiddley Whiffers

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billpottsismygf · 2 months ago

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Doctor Who: Lux

I've surprised myself by absolutely loving that episode! The pacing was great and it had some really interesting ideas that were very well executed, and I also love the continuing development of the Doctor and Belinda's relationship.

The set up with the haunted abandoned cinema and the Doctor being so infectiously excited to investigate that Belinda went along with it was really charming and atmospheric, and it only got better from there. I was initially a bit disappointed when the whole giggle and harbinger thing came up, because I liked it more as its own distinct thing, but actually it didn't get too bogged down in the previous stuff with the pantheon. Lux stood really well as his own villain.

This was a surprisingly economically told story, as from there the Doctor and Belinda get trapped in the film strip and stay there for most of the rest of the episode. It was clever having them breaking out of the animation by adding emotional depth (even though, of course, animation can absolutely have emotional depth). It also managed to make some of the usual emotional exposition (mostly about Gallifrey being destroyed (again)) quite funny without completely belittling it. It's a different way of doing this plot beat that the show has to repeat over and over again, which is fun! I love when new ways of doing these things can be found.

Obviously, though, the biggest swing here was them literally breaking the fourth wall and befriending some Whovians. Again, I wasn't sure what to think for a while, and possibly I would have hated it if it had been done slightly differently (eg. if they had been actually real and the Doctor fictional, or if there had been more punching down at fans beyond a mostly sweet 'we know we're a bit annoying'), but I actually love it. Of course the pantheon know all of the Doctor's adventures and can create fictional fans who happen to resemble real world fans and know the Doctor's adventures via titles such as Blink. Again, if it had been done differently, I might have hated it, but I didn't!

The solution was really pleasing as well. I love that Lux kind of gets what he wants, but in a way that doesn't harm anyone. He doesn't need an atom bomb. He can absorb all the light he wants and become the universe. As Belinda points out, he is now a real god: 'infinite, invisible, intangible'. It's all very cosmic.

I also thought the episode did a good job of depicting the realities of 1950s segregated America. It was ever present and important without being the main focus, which is a difficult line to balance. That heart dropping scene where you think the boy's mother has called the police was extremely effective, even though it turned out to be fictional. Even without that, there are enough bits of dialogue and pointed looks that help to ground the episode in the reality without sensationalising it or making it a Very Special Episode where we all Learn About Racism. I'm hardly an authority on these things, but it seemed very sensitively handled to me.

I continue to love Belinda, even more than from last week's episode. I love that we learned about her parents - hopefully we'll get to meet them soon - and I loved her slowly coming to trust the Doctor. Even though she definitely got into the excitement of travelling a bit this time, she still feels much more mature than a lot of companions, which I love. I loved her mentioning Rock Hudson and how strange and sad it is to know his fate. I loved her gently ribbing the Doctor for wanting to investigate and for not having a real name. I especially loved her trying to help the Doctor with his burn. The Doctor, of course, can't just take her help but has to use up his (supposedly) precious store of regeneration energy. All perfectly in character, I just think he's a silly, silly man.

Yeah, really great episode! After feeling pretty lukewarm about last week's, I'm really happy. I actually want to rewatch this one quite soon because I now know that I actually like the things that I was initially skeptical about (the pantheon and the whovians, mainly).

Little things:

Did Reginald die? It seems a shame and also unnecessary. It might have been nice to have had a line acknowledging or mourning him.

It seems like Mr Ring-a-Ding used a lot of regeneration energy, an amount that seems like it would maybe cause the Doctor some ill effects.

Mrs Flood can time travel now, I guess. Cool.

#mine #doctor who #lux #doctor who spoilers #I watched the broadcast this time #which is an objectively better way to experience the show than first thing in the morning on iplayer #dwmine #reactions #dw #dwe15

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heyidkyay · 1 year ago

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And I'm petrified of being alone, now |

Part Twenty-Four

Summary: She’s just trying to get by, really. What with being a single parent to her four year old son whilst simultaneously trying to kick start a successful career as a radio presenter. She’s got everything she’s ever wanted though, friends close by, a mum who’s merely a phone call away, and of course her baby boy. What else is there to wish for? But then, it’s not long before her relatively normal life gets upended and turned on its head, and she’s suddenly forced to deal with situations she’s never even thought to imagine.

What happens when one mention of a certain controversial singer on her show sends a flood of unexpected challenges her way?

Authors note: I’m here:) finally. It’s been a while, idk how long, not that long but long enough i guess, sorry for the wait! This one is wordy but also has a lot going on, so hope you enjoy!

Ngl, this can probably be read as a standalone if anyone’s seeing this and not started the series, it’s just a bit angsty and mostly smut? But unsure, I said probably! X

Warnings: Arguing, usual Matty and Mouse thinking (feels like it needs its own warning at this point, they’re saddos), smut, unprotected sex, EMOTIONS (because yeah)

> Last update: look back here if you'd like!

Masterlist

There was something raw in the bitterness that was love. Like the sour skin of an apple that was first thought to be sweet. Love was deceiving in itself really, but it was never alone. It brought life and light. It wrought anger. It stirred both jealousy and pity. It gave and gave, until all you were left with was that tart tang aftertaste.

Some people revelled in it.

Others, withered away.

Years before, perhaps maybe not even that long ago now, Matty would have belonged to the former. He had enjoyed the strings he found that could tie him to people, sex and money had given him the ability to do it, to keep them there, to pull them alongside him. And he’d indulged in it all, beyond what most would consider extortionate.

And still, even after everything, when the fun had ended and the games had been discarded, and he’d just been tossed off somewhere to the side… Alone once more. He had continued on. On and on and on, until he ultimately had lost himself completely.

The last few months had shifted something in him though.

And now here he was, still angry and bitter and resentful. But full of actual love. The raw type. The kind that left you marvelling at the most stupid things— insipid little concepts that held no actual value or any real detail worth getting all starry-eyed over.

It had wormed its way into the hollow shell that was his heart and rebuilt some part of him that he believed he had long since destroyed.

He wanted to scoff at the very thought. The very idea that an emotion could be felt so strongly that it differed the world around you; that, singularly, it could change you. The notion was far too complex, too out there to even begin to fathom, but then again, Matty supposed that emotions were exactly that. Complex.

It sent his mind reeling. Had his entire body aching with a fever to expel the feeling completely, if only so that he could think freely again, so it wouldn’t hurt to merely breathe anymore.

You should have told me.

He knew that. He had admitted as much.

And yet, he still hadn’t told her.

He’d lied.

Why didn’t you tell me?

And that was the question, wasn’t it? Why hadn’t he just told her?

Fear, he guessed.

Yet another morbid emotion in which Matty had always been so wary of. Another lost feeling he thought he’d swallowed whole and hidden somewhere deep down. Because there was no fear in a drug induced haze. When you were off partying or chasing some other euphoric high. What the fuck was there to be fearful of? When the chilling buzz which shook you to your very core blanketed over everything else.

When there was always that silence.

That numb quiet he had chased and craved and cherished.

Though, he supposed, it was nothing compared to the fear of losing this.

Of losing her.

Still, Matty could not for the life of him find it in himself to tell her exactly that. Those words lost on him, lodged in the column of his throat and etching themselves a home there.

“Where do we go from here?”

He blinked at the sound of his own voice, looking up at her shadowed expression and at how tired she then seemed. How different she now looked compared to the moment they’d first met.

She’d been something of a presence even then. Always effortlessly complex. With her soft smile and guarded eyes. Eyes he’d gone and fucking wondered about for hours on end.

Those eyes which were now caught on the far wall stood opposite, the one lined with coloured photo frames and that odd little doodle Teddy had gotten in trouble for only a couple of weeks prior.

The realisation made Matty mourn the few days they’d spent apart.

After a long moment, she finally shrugged at him and he found himself swallowing tightly at the movement. Startled by her seeming lack of care.

“I don’t want to lose you, Squeaks.”

It was honest. As honest as he could be.

She huffed an amused breath in return though, “Not like you’re short on company, Matty.”

He felt his gaze snap up to meet hers then, head shifting with it.

“What’s that even meant to mean?” He asked her, frowning now, at the way she had crossed her arms over her chest and how her shoulders had hunched on their own accord whilst she casually moved to glance out the window. Matty forced himself up onto his feet, hating the fact she had turned away from him.

“I saw everything, Matty.” Mouse replied tiredly, as though she was fed up, fed up with this, with them. “I saw the articles.”

Matty’s stomach bottomed out at her words, he stepped towards her. “Nothing happened.” He murmured, taking another step closer. “Nothing fucking happened, Squeaks. I swear it.”

She tensed but didn’t quite flinch at his sudden approach, so he kept a little distance between them, even as desperate as he was to hold her. To shake her enough so that she would see sense, that she’d realise how stupid he would have had to have been to have gone near anyone else. That girl was no one, she’d meant nothing.

“You can swear that, can you?” She mocked him, one corner of her mouth toying with a merciless smile that didn’t quite suit her. “You were gone, Matty. Fucking out of it. That much was clear to see just from the photos alone.”

Matty stared at her helplessly.

She shook her head.

“I’d had a couple drinks. That isn’t a crime!” He stressed, automatically falling onto the defensive, “Didn’t mean I was stupid enough to get with the first person I fucking saw! That girl- she was off her head too. Had mates with her even! But she was just trying to help me, Mouse. That’s all it was.”

She was shaking her head again now, tongue catching on her incisor; a dead giveaway to how stressed she was, how anxious she was getting. Matty only wished to shoulder it all, that defensiveness of his faltering slightly at the sight of her trying to hide it all. To stay strong. How fucking long had she had to do that?

“I feel like such a fool, Matty.” She finally spoke, her voice trembling with the onslaught of tears that glazed her eyes but she didn’t dare let fall. “A fucking fool. ‘Cause I’d thought that things were okay, that we were okay. That I could finally relax and let you in. But then-“ She paused, a sad huff leaving her, “Then you went and dropped this mess in my lap and somehow expected me to just deal with it. To tell you it’s all fine. That we could make it right.”

Mouse turned then, ever so slowly, looking about as defeated as Matty had ever seen her. He felt his chest burn with the last breath he hadn’t remembered taking let alone hold onto, too afraid to look away, to even move.

“But you embarrassed me. You’ve made the whole world believe I am that fool. That I was as naive as they’d first made me out to be. As my friends thought me to be.”

Her smile was shattered and broken, her voice wet and hoarse, but she continued on even as her hands fell limply to her sides and she took a single step closer.

“And to make things worse, you didn’t just hurt me, Matty. You hurt Teddy too.”

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Hit them where it hurts.

That was the saying, wasn’t it?

But it only left me feeling all the more sour- gutless. As well as a little stupid, I supposed, wondering if Matty even cared for Teddy at all, or how he had felt the last couple days.

Though I shouldn’t have second guessed it, not when the way Matty’s face immediately paled and then fell proved me wrong.

Deep down, I knew that he cared. In his own odd way he had always cared. But to know it and to see it were two entirely different things.

And although it was true, that Matty had in fact hurt Teddy. It still felt like a shitty thing to say to him then. But he’d hurt me as well, hadn’t he. And even though I’d been hurting most of my life, Matty being the reason for all that hurt pained me in a way I couldn’t even comprehend.

“I didn’t-”

I scoffed at his attempted reply, but my heart wasn’t in it, breaking all over again. I wondered how long we could drag this out. If we even would.

“Mean to?” I finished for him, shaking my head stupidly. “I know you didn’t mean to, Matty. Doesn’t change the fact that you still did it.”

His eyes slipped closed just as his lips fell apart, and when he opened them again I was stuck staring into his devastated gaze.

“If I could take it all back, I would.” He breathed, “I promise you I would.”

I swallowed back my own tears, even as they burned and pricked at my throat and eyes. “But you can’t.”

And it was as simple as that, wasn’t it? He couldn’t ever take it back.

I don’t want to lose you.

He knew just how to get under my skin, past all that rusted armour of mine.

It was what made this all so much harder.

“Tell me what to do, Squeaks.” Matty croaked pleadingly, hand reaching out towards me before he looked down at it, blinked, and then let it fall. “I’ll do it, just– tell me.”

What was left that he could do? When it felt like things had so suddenly and so horrifically fallen out from under us.

“I don't know.” I told him honestly, in a barely there whisper, “I just don't know, Matty.”

He stepped even closer then, hand moving to capture my jaw in a determined haste, not restraining himself like he had just moments before. I tried to pull away, titling my chin and looking off to the side as I clenched my teeth, but his thumb was there, luring me back in, forcing me to meet his eye.

“I’m not just gonna give up.” His other hand jumped to cradle my face, a cushion to those heated words.

I was reluctant in my needless wanting, desperate to be held whilst simultaneously wanting to push him away. So I lifted my hands up to cover his own, unsure of the choice they’d make. To stay, or go.

“It’s not about that, Matty.” I heard myself say pathetically, voice wavering with each word, “You can’t just forget this.”

His dark eyes were trained on me, flickering over every square inch of my scarred face. I’d never felt insecure about them when I was around him, but this moment felt too heated, too high strung. And I’d been burning the candle at both ends the last few days, so with him being this close, this intense, every emotion I’d felt was brimming closer and closer to the surface.

Instead of facing him, I turned away, hiding once more as I worked my jaw and felt my hands slip down to the backs of his forearms.

A shared breath and then,

“Don’t do that.” Matty whispered in the quiet, almost begging. “Don’t hide from me.”

His thumb smoothed over the skin of my cheek and I was all but putty in hands, looking back at him just as a tear escaped me and slid to meet the pad of it.

Matty brushed the tear away without thought, before he leant in to rest his forehead against my own. The action forced me to cling tighter to his arms, eyes closing to keep from embarrassing myself any further. I wouldn’t cry.

I wouldn’t cry.

“Look at me.” He demanded, nose so close that I could practically sense its phantom touch. And foolishly, I did as he asked. “You-” His breath stuttered as his eyes pleaded with me, sounding forced as it broke free from him, his fingers making a home for themselves in my hair.

“You don’t know what you do to me. How much of a mess I’ve made of myself. How much I have missed you.” Matty confessed, his voice quiet in the small space shared between us, in a place where we were both sheltered and unseen. “And I’m sorry. I am so fucking sorry. Enough that I’ll keep on repeating it until you fucking believe me. Enough that I’d do just about anything for you to see how much I want this.”

He sucked in a breath, and I blinked back at him, lips tingling with the sensation of his proximity.

“I know I messed up. I know.” He repeated, eyes flickering back and forth between my own whilst his thumbs trailed the line of my hair. “But all I’m asking for is a chance to make it right. To be better. Squeaks, I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat if I could.”

His breath was tickling the skin of my cheek as well as the corner of my mouth, it almost made it difficult to think let alone remember how to breathe. I wanted–

Suddenly my eyes were looking down, focused on his parted mouth, on the stubble he’d let grow across the cut of his chin as well as his upper lip. His nose finally brushed past my own, touching ever so carefully as one or both of us pressed nearer, almost there, inching closer but not close enough.

“Tell me no.”

Instantly, I was thrown back to that first night he kissed me. I hadn’t told him no then, and for some reason I couldn’t find it in me to decline him now.

So instead I took, all but biting as my hand cradled the back of his neck and closed that short amount of distance between us. My nails dug into the exposed skin of his nape, where the collar of his shirt jumped with each move he made. My teeth nipped at his lower lip, angry in my attempt to swallow him whole, teeth clashing as we both stumbled, moving and moving until Matty’s back hit the nearest wall.

How the roles had reversed, I thought to myself as Matty’s shoulders flexed beneath his shirt and jumped under my ever roaming hands. I hated the desire that it stirred through me, knowing how easily he could take back control with his carefully contained strength. But he didn’t, instead he gave my fury something to latch onto.

My hand lifted to pin one of his wrists somewhere to the left of his head, glare not wavering even as his stubborn gaze met my own. He was as riled up as me.

“You have some nerve.” I all but spat, watching on as his chest rose and fell, questioning how quickly everything had switched.

“Yeah?” Matty bit back, those familiar brown eyes- a colour that had always brought me comfort- were blazing now as they trailed over the flush that I was sure lined my face. “Why’s that? You’re the one with me pinned, darlin’.”

His heavy gaze traced the bow of my lip, slumping ever slightly in his stance so that his head could fall closer forward. My breath hitched.

That was all he needed apparently, to earn the upper hand here. Because in a moment, the room was spinning and then I was the one being crowded against the wall, fury be damned.

Contrary to my previous endeavour, Matty’s touch was still as careful as ever, making it that much more obvious that I could slip away if I so wanted. But the question was whether or not I did.

“Matty–”

But he just carried on, as though he hadn’t even heard me speak, voice a low breathy murmur.

“I’ve been stuck in this endless loop. Driving myself mad.” He told me, his knee angled enough so that he could let his head dip towards the juncture of my neck, his mouth pausing by the shell of my ear whilst a finger gently trailed its way up over my hip. “Wonderin’ if I’d lost this for good.”

My heart pounded in my chest as the ghost of his words tickled my skin, tensing when his nose ever so slightly grazed my jaw.

That finger of his continued to move, working its way up my torso, jumping across my ribs and up to the bone of my collar. My gaze was fixed on the opposing wall, on the mirror that framed my dazed face and the back of his head. My hand worked its way into his unruly curls.

“But you’re as stubborn as me, see.” Matty added, luring me in, “And I’m not the type to give up on a sure thing.” His words held enough bite that I snapped back to meet his stare, he tilted his head at me whilst I scowled.

“Excuse me?”

Matty smiled, lids heavy as his careful hand danced its way back down my front.

“And this,” He said, almost in a whisper, ignoring my retort as he hooked my leg around his waist, “This is a sure thing.”

A soft breath escaped me even as I batted his hand away, but he simply reached up to grip at my chin, touch tender even with the way his calloused thumb dragged down my lower lip.

I was slowly beginning to imagine that this was all a dream, something my sick mind had gone and conjured up in hopes to ignore all of the hurt he had put me through. Because this couldn’t be right, things couldn’t have fallen back into place this easily.

“Matty.” I tried again, firmer this time, but was captured by the look his eyes held, probably having understood the expression that must have just crossed my face.

“What did you do, Squeaks?” He asked me almost hurriedly, shaking my chin between his forefinger and thumb, my previous anger and doubt melting slightly as I leaned further into his touch. “Did you want me to hurt, too?”

I blinked, caught off guard by the sudden question, his swift change in topic. Baffled by the fact that he was now trying to pin this back on me.

Was that really what this was? I wanted to ask.

Matty didn’t give me the opportunity to say a thing though. My surprise had stalled me briefly, but it had evidently been long enough to allow him to simply carry on.

“What did you do, eh? Tell me.” He breathed before he pressed his mouth to my jaw, once and then twice, pulling away just as I tilted my head to accommodate him, “Did you go out, baby? Find somebody else? Or did you just stay here, waiting for me?”

I reeled back, anger spiking again. “Fuck you.”

Matty’s eyes flickered back and forth between mine.

“I’m trying to get you to.” He said, always so brazen and snarky, even in the moments where I hated him most. The hand I had previously slapped away went back to the leg he still had draped over his hip, snaking up over my knee and to my thigh.

My glare didn’t waiver, even as my breathing picked up at the pressure his fingertips wrought on my skin.

“Tell me no.” He finally repeated, eyes failing to meet mine. And how was I supposed to? When having him this close brought back that fire he’d put out in me, when he was kissing my neck so sweetly?

“We’ll regret it.” It was as close to a no as I could get, enough to have him pause. Matty looked to me then, his hold loosening on my body but still holding. Hoping.

“Do you care?”

I marvelled at the question, did I care?

I cared so much it pained me.

But he hadn’t meant it like that. That much I knew.

Do you care if you regret it? Because, what if you don’t?

With Matty there was always chance– he was the type to play the odds, to push his luck.

What if.

What if, what if, what if?

Shaking my head, I was forced to question if he understood me as much as I did him. If he could see each of my thoughts just as they dawned on me, flashing across my face like a story being told.

Then I wondered whether or not I even wanted him to understand. This, this thing we were doing would only further complicate things between us, but perhaps this could be a goodbye.

But, if this was a goodbye, why was he looking at me like that? Watching and waiting for me to truly answer.

Tell me no, he’d said.

Matty’s gaze swept over my face, as though trying to read me, maybe in hopes to find what it was he was really searching for.

Tell me no.

“Please.”

And my resolve broke at the word.

“Okay.” I heard myself say in reply, nodding quickly, and that was seemingly all the permission he needed before Matty was wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me towards him fully.

My hands floundered momentarily before they were back on his shoulders, his teeth nipping at my neck.

I moaned, eyes falling shut as he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses down my skin, teeth scraping before his tongue swirled to soothe their angry ambush. I could smell him everywhere now, the shampoo I was so used to stealing, as well as the only aftershave he’d ever claimed to like.

His hips rolled into mine, pressing himself right against the fabric of my trousers and the underwear which had grown damp during our heated argument.

I didn’t want to linger too long on the thought of my body’s obvious betrayal, too caught up in him to think about how wrong this should all feel.

“Shit.” Matty groaned, breath catching with it as he continued to grind against me.

I gasped back, grabbing at him harder as he bit down on the curve of my neck. I nipped at his jaw in retaliation, nails digging into the skin of his back, hoping to leave a mark.

“I knew you’d miss me.” He grunted into the base of my throat, the hands which held my waist dipping beneath the hem of my shirt to explore further. “Even when you’re angry you’ll wait. ‘Cause no one else can touch like me.”

A whine bypassed my lips almost involuntarily as he continued to rut against me, I wanted to be angry- no, in fact, I was angry. But all emotion other than want was blurring at the edges of my mind now, being pushed further and further back by each eager kiss he peppered along my jaw.

“You really–” I jerked in surprise, cutting myself off with a short gasp when his hand slipped past the hem of my trousers, fingers pressing against the damp fabric he found there.

“What was that?” He provoked, and I could hear the smirk in his voice as he trailed over my covered clit, causing me to whimper before I was biting down on my lower lip. Matty didn’t like that much. “Come on, I wanna hear you.” He muttered, pressing a little harder, wanting a reaction. “Tell me.”

“You’re such a bastard.” I panted, head falling against his shoulder as my hips pushed further into his touch, seeking more.

Matty laughed, all breathy and lovely, mouth catching on the lobe of my ear before he hissed, “Yeah, but you like that about me.”

His hand was gone with that and I was almost tempted to ask, to even plead with him for its return, aching all the more now, enough that all I could think about was riding his fingers until I couldn’t think at all.

But then Matty was grabbing my waist again, his grip hard, firm, and I swallowed when he whispered into my ear once more.

“Jump.”

Without thinking, I jumped.

We collided, his mouth on mine and the two of us moving as though it was second nature. And in a way, it was. But it shouldn’t have been. I knew that. I tried to remind myself of it.

He shouldn’t be here.

But he was. Walking his way through my flat with ease, effortlessly missing each sharp corner and the miniscule step which led back into the hallway. He was blind, my hands in his hair as he manoeuvred us into my bedroom, throwing me down onto sheets that he’d never seen, let alone slept in.

I tugged him down with me, his hands moving to unbutton those fucking jeans he always wore as he worked his way back into my mouth.

He hovered over me after kicking them off, my head pressed to the pillows as his eyes roamed every inch of my face. “Beautiful.” He whispered, as though he hadn’t really meant to say the word aloud.

My breath hitched anyway but Matty paid it no mind, leaning in closer to kiss me again, slower this time around, though his hands were still quick, tugging at the hem of my top enough so that I got the hint. I lifted myself up, breaking away to take it off and toss it to the side.

Matty kissed his way down my neck again, following the trail of scars down my torso until his fingers paused to hook around the top of my trousers. I nodded at his silent ask, planting my feet a little firmer on the mattress so that they could follow my tee.

Matty stopped then, kneeling between my parted thighs, eyes caught on the panties I was wearing, and I could swear something in his gaze shifted as he stared down at me.

“Lace?” He murmured, fingers curling around my thighs tight enough to bruise as he pushed forward, closer to my face. “Really?”

It was a loaded question. Almost felt like an accusation.

I shrugged– I hadn’t meant to end up here, but it hadn’t been subconscious when I’d picked them out of the pile this morning. He liked the way they looked, had told me so one night spent at his when he’d talked me into smoking a couple joints with him sprawled out on his living room floor.

I opened my mouth to reply but Matty didn’t quite catch the motion, already busying himself with the task of pulling the lace down my thighs. His fingers, calloused from years of playing guitar, dragged alongside the black material rolling down my legs. I tensed at the feeling, zeroing in on the slow motion, then listened to him groan at the sight before they were gone completely.

I watched him pull away, balling the damp fabric up in a fist before leaning over the side of the bed to drop them on top of his jeans.

“A souvenir?” I couldn’t help but question, mostly out of mirth, but humour helped deflect from the weight I felt at having him here.

Matty hummed, fingers already back on me, trailing the length of my right leg before he was stretching his way back up again, head stopping between my parted thighs and nosing at a crease sat at the very top. He didn’t answer me though, instead choosing to shut me up with another gasp by dragging his thumb across my folds.

“Matty.”

“Hm?” He hummed again, having sat back on his heels to watch me squirm as he continued on. I shot him a rather annoyed glare.

“Take off your shirt and fuck me.”

His brows rose languidly when he flicked his eyes back up to meet mine, then tilted his head. “But I’m having so much fun.”

With a swift kick to his side, Matty’s hand fell away and he shook his head around the beginnings of a smile. “Always so demanding.” He tutted and before I could spit something back– probably about him being the biggest hypocrite I knew– he was placing his hands either side of my head and leaning forward so that his lips were right beside my ear, his breath fanning the shell of it. “You gonna beg for it?”

My breathing grew heavy as I watched him pull away, dragging a finger up the inside of my thigh before stilling ever so briefly and venturing on, up over my hip and then my ribs. He pressed a slow kiss to my chest, eyes flicking up to find mine as his tongue swirled over the skin, there and then gone.

“Come on–”

He huffed a quiet laugh, the force of it lighting goosebumps over my exposed flesh. “Come on, baby. Beg.”

I rolled my eyes, reaching up to grab at his neck but he was already dancing out of my reach. He jutted his chin.

“Matty.” I huffed.

“Yeah?”

I really wanted to throttle him, “Fuck me. I’m not asking.”

The corner of his mouth tugged itself up into a small smirk, “Good enough.”

A disbelieving chuckle escaped me, one which was quickly cut short by his wandering hands finding purchase on my hips once more, before he dragged me down the length of the bed, his mouth finding purchase on the swell of my breast.

He pressed fast kisses along the curve of it until his tongue flicked out over the nipple, causing me to gasp. My hands flew out to tangle themselves in his hair when he lapped it into his mouth to suck and I groaned at the weight of his hands cradling the curve of my back.

“Matty.”

He hummed and the sound sent vibrations rippling out across my skin, I fisted my hands into his curls harder.

Shifting until my hips found his whilst he lavished at my chest, I pressed up into him, both annoyed by the fact he was still clad in his boxers and pleased by the very visible wet patch I could see. I ground against him and the sensation elicited moans from the pair of us, his hands flying down to hold my hips steady.

“Patience.” He murmured, but I was having none of it, lifting a leg against his arse to spur him closer. Matty’s head jerked up at the surprise before he looked down at me and stared. “You’ll be the death of me.”

“You better hope not.” I replied, hands finding the hem of his shirt and dragging it off before he could fight me on it. “I’ll make it painful.”

“Counting on it.” Matty murmured back, hair now a mess, either from the clutch I’d had on it moments before or from the way I’d all but yanked his top over his head. “On all fours,” He said roughly, tapping my outer thigh twice. My already flushed skin heated further at the understanding of how he wanted to take me but– contrary to popular belief– I didn’t argue and rolled onto my stomach.

Palms to the sheets, I pushed myself up onto my hands and knees, eyes trained on the headboard. I grinned to myself when I heard Matty groan at the sight, looking back over my shoulder only briefly to see him palming himself through his boxers.

“Don’t have all day, Healy.” I prompted after a moment passed, just before the mattress shifted beneath his weight. I heard something drop to the floor a second later before he was right up behind me.

I jolted a tad at his sudden touch, then was forced to focus on the way his hands slid over my hips with that same familiarity they’d always done, moving up to the swell of my arse to squeeze it before dropping back down to spread my legs further apart.

A moment passed and I was forced to wait in the silence he then gifted me, waiting and waiting until I finally went to say something. It was then that I felt a finger glide down my spine, dragging ever so slowly over my jumping muscles.

“Hands,” Matty then reminded and I was forced to blink away the haze I had drifted into, reaching up to grab onto the headboard just as I felt him swipe his dick between my thighs, guiding himself up over my folds, pushing past them so he rested at my entrance.

I let go of a rush of air, splaying my hands further against the headboard before he slammed into me without any warning at all, all the way up to the hilt whilst I cried out at the sudden fullness. “Fuck.” I hissed, head falling between my shoulders as I winced.

I breathed through the bit of pain that came with the thrust, acknowledging that Matty didn’t move an inch and instead keeping still, hands holding my hips even as he leaned over to whisper, “You good?”

His voice was surprisingly soft in the quietness that encased the flat, reminding me of other times we’d spent here, both like this and in other odd moments. It made my chest ache.

I took another moment to adjust to him before I nodded, “Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”

He hummed in turn but didn’t question it, just waited, thumbs circling the skin on my hips for a moment in a manner so gentle and yet so very Matty, before finally, he moved.

His thrusts were shallow and slow at first, his thumbs keeping the same steady tempo as they continued to soothe the tops of my hips. I moaned at the feel of him, before I managed to roll my hips back to meet his own, enjoying the sound that escaped him.

“So good.” He said, hand sliding further up my side and towards my ribs before I was titling my head back and Matty was holding a fistful of my hair. He just held it for a bit, forearm pressed against the skin of my back before his thrusts began to grow harder, tugging more and more.

The room was quickly filled with the sounds of our groans along with the bedframe rocking against the wall and I praised all the Gods above for the fact that there were currently no neighbours residing in the flat beyond it, before I was quickly swept up once more in the thick scent of sweat and sex. Matty fucking into me with a desperation I’d never quite experienced from him before.

I panted beneath him, nails digging into the wood of my headboard whilst he picked up the pace.

I couldn’t quite focus on anything but him. His breathy whispers, his fingertips which dotted my skin, the feel of him rocking in and out of me. It was almost as though nothing else existed but this moment, even if I knew it would soon end. His thrusts getting sloppier, his grip tightening, his murmured praises increasing by a tenfold.

“Come on, baby.”

I liked when he called me that.

Made me feel special.

But that thought soon soured. Because, was I really?

How could I be anything special when my whole life I’d been nothing but a doormat for people to walk all over? I couldn’t help but think that Matty would be the same, like he’d gotten too close and finally seen what everybody else already had.

“Squeaks, baby. What do you need?”

I whimpered at his ask, tears collecting in the corners of my eyes. “I–”

What the fuck did I need? It wasn’t meant to feel so loaded, that question. But it felt as though the walls were now closing in. Because was this it? Was this the end?

“I–” I tried, feeling Matty’s fingers slip from the ends of my hair before a gentle palm laid itself flat on the small of my back.

“So good for me.” I heard him say and I moaned at the slight praise, breathing harder as he continued to mumble mostly to himself, “So pretty. So good.”

I was almost there, back arching under his palm as the other moved away from the right grasp it held on my hip, fingers finally finding my clit, knowing exactly what I needed.

“Yes.” I panted as the combination of his hard thrusts and steady hand sent my head into a dizzying pool of water, “God, yes. I–”

I think I screamed as I came, his fingers working deftly whilst mine clung to the headboard, body trembling as I fought to keep myself up. But Matty was there, holding me long enough so that he could reach his high and pull out with a loud grunt, coating my inner thighs.

We stayed there for, I don’t know how long, until he finally released me, falling away whilst I slumped forward onto the pillows before us. He followed a second later, still catching his breath as he stared up at the ceiling. I watched him, eyes hidden behind my forearm and a sprawl of hair that had fallen over my face, content to soak in what I could of him. What I had left.

Then Matty shifted beside me, I half expected him to get up and leave with some half-arsed excuse on the tip of his tongue, but he paused when he caught my heavy gaze. I let my eyes trail over the side of face, on the tired circles settled beneath his lash line and the slope of his nose.

He looked back towards the ceiling.

“You got your souvenir, remember?” I found myself saying, stupidly, voice just above a croaked murmur, “Don’t let me keep you.”

Quiet. And then, “Do you want me to?”

I knew what he meant, but still I asked, “Want what?”

Matty’s head slowly turned towards me, eyes guarded and peering over at my devastated form. I wondered what he made of me right then, if he thought anything at all.

When he offered me no words, I refused to add anything either and felt what was left of my heart crumple up into a pitiful bundle when he pushed himself to the edge of a bed with a barely there sigh.

The air in my lungs caught as I watched and waited, eyes trailing after him as he rounded the bed frame to pick up his discarded boxers. I let them slip closed again, not wanting to watch him leave.

I listened to his feet pad across the hardwood floors and out of the room. My chest ached with every step but I didn’t dare stop him, burying my face further into my pillow.

I laid in wait for the front door to open, for there to be a clue to his evident departure, but then the footsteps returned. I didn’t dare give myself false hope, knowing he must have forgotten something to have come back. But the padding continued, closer and closer until they were back by the bed and I held my breath as it creaked, my eyes stinging just as I felt a warm damp cloth press against my inner thighs, wiping me clean.

I choked on the sob that wanted to escape me and the cloth paused for a split second before venturing on. I waited, wondering why he was doing this, why he was dragging it out.

Just leave already.

But then the cloth was pulling away again, and the bed was creaking again, and the tears, they wouldn’t stop.

Stay.

Please just stay.

I gasped into the pillowcase, stomach tensing with the strength to keep quiet. To let him leave quietly.

I wouldn’t cry.

And then there was quiet, at least for a moment or two, before the bed dipped once more and there was a hand in my hair, combing the strands from out of my face and tucking them behind my ear.

When I opened my eyes, he was still there. Dressed and ready to go, but still sitting there beside me. Whilst I laid bare, curled up into a ball to better protect myself from his knowing gaze.

Suddenly everything hurt. Suddenly I felt exhausted and was falling apart at the seams.

Matty moved carefully, stretching toward the foot of the bed before returning with the sheet to cover me up, laying it gently over my trembling shoulders. He leaned in to press a slow kiss to my forehead and then went to move away again.

My hand caught his wrist.

And then I was flat out sobbing. Hysterical even. Crying into the pillow almost soundlessly as I gasped to try and catch my breath. Because I wanted him to stay. I needed him to stay.

Not just for me. But for Teddy. And for the life he brought into my dreary flat. To the kindness he never failed to gift me.

I needed him to stay.

I needed him.

I opened my mouth to ask, to let him know. But I could hardly even bear to look at him, blurred as he was through my onslaught of tears, Matty still held the key to all but destroying what little I had left.

His hand returned to my hair, fingers tangling themselves in it, a sudden contrast to the rough grip they’d held there earlier. And then he settled further onto the bed, back pressed against the headboard whilst he continued to run his fingers through my hair.

The tears still flowed but the sobs came less and less, until I was blinking at his shadowed figure in the dark, holding out hope that somehow he’d just know and he’d stay.

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Amnesia (KidKiller X Reader) P14

Plot: After an explosion reader wakes up in a hospital with no memory of the past few years, her parents want to take her home so she can recover and get back to a normal life while the Kid pirates want her back on the ship where she belongs.

Warning: Bad language, Family issues, Mental abuse, Body issues/shaming, mentions of eating disorders, reconstructive surgery, Blood, domestic abuse and Violence.

Reader is Female, Poly Relationship, established relationship, Kid X Reader X Killer, Reader is a member of the Kid pirates and is in charge of the money, Budgeting and negotiating the best price.

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The Victoria was oddly quiet mainly because most of the crew where either on the deck doing cleaning work and look out duty or off the ship heading into the shopping area to get the supply's they ordered days ago, Kid of course is mad about it wanting to head into those shops and demand the stuff for free or just take the stuff after such a long wait but Killer and Wire managed to calm him down a little and shove him into his workshop which is where he's currently working on odd things. His leg bounces hating having to wait a whole day to see you and not getting to beat the shit out of anyone, again it would be much easier to destroy this place and take you with them, but he knows you well enough to know that if he does that and you get your memories back you would be overly angry with him and become less trusting of him. Your no stranger to violence and killing but Kidnapping and being forced to do something against your will is something you never tolerated, he laughs at the memory of you calling yourself a hypocrite since you didn't mind doing stuff like that to your enemies. A knock on the door jolts the captain out of his thoughts, swiveling around in his chair he flicks his hand using his devil fruit to unlock the door and open it seeing Killer, Wire and Heat all at the door "What?" Kid growls as the three enter the room, Wire closes and locks the door behind him which makes the red head raise a brow "Heat has found some info for us" Killer stands walking to stand next to his captain before turning to look over at a very tired looking Heat, the bags under his eyes are a lot darker and his eyes are blood shot.

Crossing his arms over his chest Kid sighs hoping they have something good they can use and not just some useless info "Go on then, get on with it" The captain snaps, Heat jumps slightly being brought back to the real world from his slightly sleepy state, cleaning his throat the stitched man runs a hand over his tatty hair knowing he needs a good show but what he found was more than he thought and the deeper he dug the harder it was to pull away. "There's a lot to go threw, i left Mohawk and Narbe, at the library in town, they managed to get in contact with a few people who used to work for the family, its surprising how willing they are say what goes on behind closed doors. Most of the books there though are strange to say the least, all are based on the history of entertainment and old newspapers that only show big achievements and positive views" Kid groans throwing his head back in annoyance not wanting to know how they got the information "Hurry up Heat, i'm loosing patients here" With a gulp Heat nods ruffling his hair a little to get his head in gear, its common for him to ramble when tired so Wire places a hand on his friends shoulder patting it a few times in reassurance and motivation to go on. "R-right, sorry. So Y/n's farther is the 7th owner of most of the companies he owns, all of which was passed down to him from his father and his father before him and so on, but he is the first to make a deal with the world government to supply not only medical equipment but also weapons, the guns the marines use are made by his company but before that they were sold to mulish groups, how he got away with it i honestly don't know. There's only one company he owns that doesn't involve the world government or the marines but there's little to nothing on that one, i only know that its based in the north blue."

Killer nods at the information, its surprising how much your farther caters to the world government, and yet he hasn't called in the marines yet, it makes the masked man anxious. "How many companies in total does he own?" the blonde asks wanting to know how deeply involved your farther is, getting rid of him might work in their favor if you agree to it at the end of all of this. "Four in total, the third one that provides to the world government has something to do with clothes. He also has shares in other companies and places but most of them are medical, he actually owns half the hospital here." Kids taken aback by this new information but it does make sense now why they brought you all the way here and why the staff, other than the nurse, always seem to take your families side. Wire raises an eyebrow removing his hand from the stitched man's shoulder to cross his arms over his chest "I thought they had their medical license revoked, they can't own a hospital without one" The tall man comments makes Killer hum in though his mind running to try and figure out what is going on, its clear they need you for something otherwise they wouldn't be going this far, do they need you in order to get that licence back? if so this seems way to drastic for something so small. Heat shakes his head with a sigh "That is kinda true, they got their license to make medication revoked, i couldn't find much on it but there was this drug they made that ended up killing a lot of marines that were using it, so the government took their license away. They can still make medical equipment, bandages and stuff like that though"

With a loud groan Kid leans back not seeing much point in all this information, so what if your father owns all that stuff and the place your staying in, they still can't tell him what to do or stop him from doing what he wants, your not going to be their hostage, he'll make dam sure of that "Is there anything else?" The captain asks looking back at Heat who quickly looks away while rubbing his arm, the energy in the room shifts to one of nervousness and slight sickness, Wire tilts his head at his friend a pit forming in his stomach knowing its bad if Heat is reluctant to talk about it "Shit.. this about Y/n or the family?" The tall man asks hoping its nothing bad to do with you but deep down he knows it has everything to do with you, Killer stops his pondering to look at the stitched man, his anxiety rising making him feel physically sick, Kid grits his teeth both his hands gripping onto the arms of his chair threatening to crack it under his grip. "Heat… Get on with it" Kid growls in a low tone, one he rarely uses, his anger spikes the longer Heat takes to talk but when he does the three of them stop in their tracks of high emotion "Y/n… she- she used to do beauty contest and pageants from a young age-" Before he can finish Kid bursts out laughing, the anger he once held gone at how stupid it sounded, Killer next to him lets out a long sigh relaxing his shoulders and moving to lean against Kid's workbench trying to calm his beating heart down. Wire slaps Heat on the back giving him a shit eating grin while letting out a small huff of a laugh "Are you fucking kidding me man, thats it?" The tall man rolls his eyes.

Kid leans forward slapping his knee while trying to calm his laughter down "Oh! t-thats f-funny… Imagine our N/N in a fucking puffy dress… she would rather be burned alive then do that shit" Kid laughs hitting Killer on the arm lightly managing to get a laugh out of his partner but the masked man quickly stops himself as Heat growls taking a step closer to the two with bright red cheeks "No really, she's won a bunch, and… She looks good in all of them but.." Heat yells only to stop himself and look down the redness in his cheeks fading away as anger starts to overcome him, Kid raises an eyebrow at his friend wondering why there would be a 'But' in that sentence while Killer looks the stitched man over frowning under his mask. A pit forms in Heat's stomach thinking his captain and maybe even Killer will kill him for thinking your hot but it has nothing to do with that. "I'm not hitting on your girl or anything Captain, its just, I'm concerned some of them are… provocative for a young girl.. i mean the newest ones i could find was when she was 16" Heat tries to explain backing up a bit in hopes his Captain won't kill him, Killer's shoulders tense his hands turning to fists at his side, anger flows through him, not at Heat's commenting on your body, but he can see what his friend is starting to get at. "I don't think she wanted to do it, she always has this fake smile in the photos and her mother is the center of any article about her wins. All she talks about though is weight loss, beauty is pain and shit like, heck there's a part in one new's paper where she openly praises eating disorders" anger boils inside the stitched man making his body start to warm up and smoke start to leave his mouth.

Wire takes a step back not wanting to get to close to the now fire angry man his gaze flicking to the captain secretly asking if he should step in but Kid's eyes are angrily locked onto Heat who continues to rant "I mean if thats what she says when Y/n is winning then what the fuck is she saying when Y/n's losing? I found out from one of maids that used to work there that Y/n had to have reconstructive surgery on both her ears after her mother deiced to piece them with a hot needle and an ice cube, she got other pageant moms to hold her down and then forced her on stage after to prance around in a pretty dress and for what? Winning a gift card… yea thats the fucking prize, a 50 berri gift card and a plastic crown. How stupid is that? The shit that lady made Y/n go threw is ridiculous, i mean calorie control books, daily weighing, restricting or even locking away food if she weighed even a little over, pulling her out of school to be pretty and proper like some little lap dog and almost beating her because she cut her hair without permission. That Bitch is crazy and as for her farther he's just as bad he-" Heat only stops his rant when Wire grabs him pulling the stitched man into a hug, one arm around his waist and the other holding his head to the tall man's chest, thick smoke coats the air as Heat pants making the room stuffy but none of the men move to open the door. Kid's hands shake as they grip together, his body now leaning forwards and his elbows on his knee's letting his mind go run through all the strange stuff you used to do and say.

It all made sense now, why you never got your ears pierced, why you always insisted on working out even when tired or in pain, why you never wanted to wear makeup or dresses and why you hated people commenting on your body, it makes him sick to think he used to tease you over this stuff, liking getting a little rise out of you but now he just feels like a dick. Killer grabs the edge of the workbench making it squeak under the amount of strength he's using, he has his own personal image issues and you've been nothing but sportive thought it, always knowing what to say and how to comfort him, he's done the same for you but hearing this just makes him so mad. You never minded talking about food or helping out with food but you never wanted to know anything about Calorie's or fat content, its clear now why, and he's just thankful that you don't have an eating disorder now, the past might have been different, so he'll make a mental note to talk to you about it tomorrow, he needs to know how deep this goes, he doesn't want you to end up like him, hiding behind a mask and unable to look at himself in the mirror with feeling a sickness growing inside. Before he wouldn't lay a hand on your mother only for your sake but after hearing this he wants nothing more than to wrap his hand around her throat and make her bag you for forgiveness before ending her life weather you like it or not.

With the room oddly silent it gives everyone time to go through their own thoughts and feelings on the matter but Heat knows there's more, he's only talked about your mother, he hasn't even gotten onto your farther yet and there's still more stuff to go through. The beauty contests seemed to be the main problem to everyone who used to work for the family, but he knows you well enough to know that its just the tip of the iceberg, it runs deeper, and he's not sure if he wants to find out how deep. "No wonder she hates being called pretty and beautiful, imagine a bunch of old sweaty judges, family and so called friends commenting on your body for years, judging you on your looks and nothing else" Heat sighs letting the flames in his throat die down and the smoke in his mouth starting to thin out, patting his friends back Wire lets go to unlock the door and open it, letting the smoke flow out of the room, stepping out he looks both ways down the long hallway seeing a cabin boy mopping the floor with wide eyes. "There's no fire, head up top and tell everyone to stay away until further notice" Wire blankly states earning a nod from the boy who quickly grabs his bucket and mop before rushing down the hall and up to the deck, now the area is clear the tall man turns back to his friends letting out a sigh, he tried not to get too angry about it all but even he has his limits. Wire is extremely good at hiding how he's really feeling, even better than Killer which is saying something but even know he's finding it difficult to keep his straight face.

Kids leg bounces as a growl leaves his lips and his amber eyes travel from the floor to the stitched man now leaning against the wall "Her Farther… what did he do?" The captain pushes those words through gritted teeth wanting to know everything before he storms off and releases some steam, with a sigh that releases a little more smoke Heat turns his head to look at the door annoyed at himself for letting the smoke get this bad "Mohawk managed to dig up a few things but there isn't a lot, he's still an ass but at least it sounds like he didn't physically hurt N/n" Killer rolls his eyes not feeling any better about this even though he knew his friend was trying not to make himself and everyone else more angry "Mohawk found that the company in the north blue was having some money issues for almost a year, at the same time Y/n stops doing any kind of contests or pageants, once the issues was resolved though Y/n started doing them again. I think he got Y/n to do all that work just to cast her aside after she was no longer useful, what a prick." Heat slumps against the wall now looking up at the ceiling in order to try and control the fire starting to burn in his throat again, Wire sighs walking over and patting the stitched man on the shoulder, he know something like that would hit you hard. They all see the way your eyes light up when ever you get praised for your work, your also very dedicated making sure everything is in order and perfect. "She's does has siblings but only the youngest who's the first boy in the family is the air to the companies, i couldn't find much on him other than he's still very young" Heat concludes glad he got all of it out, but he wonders if this information was even useful, there is a chance they could remind you of all the shit your family did and that will make you come back but at the same time you remember all of it and still somehow chose to keep them around.

Killers hand grips the desk hard enough for it to crack a chunk off, he flinches slightly bringing his hand up to see the chunk of wood and a bit of metal still gripped tightly in his hand, the anger inside of him is still there, and he knows he needs to calm down before he breaks more of the ship. Kid growls while leaning back in his chair, his hands shaking with anger and the need to lash out, his mind races with things he wants to do and say to your parents making his mind block out the destitution between Wire and Heat "So what about the marines? Why ain't they here if their so buddy buddy?" The tall mans asks feeling like something is off about all this but Heat just shrugs "I don't know, he seems to be friends with most of the lower level marines but other than that i can't find anything too useful." Without a word Kid quickly stands his hands grabbing the arms of his chair and flinging it back into the wall before storming out of the room, his anger getting the better of him, Killer quickly follows with no intention to stop his partner while Wire and Heat rush out unsure of what their captains plan is. Slamming the door to the deck open the crew who are there jump in surprise most moving out of the raging captains way, those who didn't are shoved aside with a gruff huff or a warning growl, the captains eyes are fixed on your parents ship currently five rows over, the guards in duty stand tall one on either side of the ramp while servants run around none of them noticing the heavy aura that starts to emanate from Kid, he knows exactly what he wants to do, destroy their ship and make your parents pay.

He can't hold back any longer with anger reaching an almost overwhelming level, storming down the dock his eyes are fixed on the almost royal looking ship as his boots stomp heavily across the wood making it crack in places and splinter in others, it isn't long before his actions draw an audience of his crew, the men and women of the ship running to the railing of their ship in order to see what's going on. Killer along with Heat and Wire make their way up too knowing know what is going to happen, Heat lets a large smile form on his face as he takes a step towards the ramp leading down onto the dock wanting to join in the distraction only to be grabbed roughly by Wire "Shit, Captain wait" The tall man yells knowing its reached his captains ears since he earns a middle finger in response "Stay here" Wire growls down at the stitched man who growls back while crossing his arms over his chest, he wants to join his captain but Wire can be very scary when he gets mad so opts to do as he's told. Running off the ship the tall man quickly turns back expecting Killer to be right behind him only to see empty space, looking back onto the ship the masked man hasn't moves from his spot just watching his captain angrily make his way to the last dock. He should stop Kid, if he does the captain will listen, they might fight about it later but, no, after everything he's heard he won't stop his partner, they deserve what ever comes to them, you might hate them for it but at this point he doesn't care. A part of him wants to order Wire back to the ship but with his anger seething inside he can't get anything through his gritted teeth and clenched jaw.

With a groan of frustration Wire runs off his longs legs making it easy for him to catch up to Kid just as the captain starts gathering metal around his arm hoping to sink the ship which is now just down the long dock "Captain… Kid stop" Wire rushes in front of the red head trying to stop the man from doing anything too bad, he wants these people to pay for what they've done but there's too many things to consider, one, the marines might get involved which means another big fight and them unable to stay here for too long, two, they have no idea how your going to react when finding out, you might not come back with them which leads to them just taking you by forth which won't go down well and three, the captains rage won't just stop at the ship, it'll carry on until he's satisfied which means the whole island will be burning including the hospital your in. "I know your angry, and they deserve what ever comes to them but not now" Wire still tries to convince his captain while starting to step back seeing the red head not slowing down or stopping, he knows if he stays in the way he'll get shoved aside or worse thrown. "Get the fuck out of my way, i'm gonna tare them apart, rip them limb from bloody limb, make them beg for forgiveness then deny them the sweet relief of death until I'm satisfied" Kid growls with a sickening smirk, one that just oozes blood-lust almost making his mouth water, the captains metal arm becomes huge casting a shadow over your parents ship which is now only a few steps away.

The guards on the deck rush over with guns and swords but their weapons are pulled out of their hand adding to the still growing fist, those in the ship either cower in fear, frozen unable to move or run around calling for people to get off the ship and onto the deck "Eustass Kid, what the meaning of this?" The familiar grinding voice of your farther yells out from behind the captain getting the red head to turn his head, burning amber eyes glaring at your Stoic farther who's walking down the dock to his ship surprisingly calm for a man now in the eyesight of a raging supernova. "You bastard, What the fuck do you want from her?" Kid's voice echo's out as his metal hand grips onto the mast of the ship the once perfect glistening white and chestnut wood splintering at his light grip, he wasn't going to destroy the ship just yet, plus if your mother is on there he doesn't want it sinking yet, he wants to take her out himself. Your farther's eyes narrow as he crosses his arms over his chest "She is my daughter, i would do anything for her" The blatant lie causing another wave of anger to wash over the red head his metal hand unctuously gripping tighter until the mast cracks and splinters into pieces, the part above his hand creaking and falling into the ocean, screams and cry's call out as more servants and guards rush off the ship as it rocks from the waves. Some guards run up attempting to punch or kick Wire only for the tall man to kick them into the water and send a glare to anyone else who gets any ideas, he knows know there's nothing he can do to stop this so has no chose but to watch what ever unfolds and take out anyone who gets in his captains way. "Bullshit, if you actually cared you'd have kept her away from that bitch of a wife"

A gasp is heard from the crowd of people gathered at the end of the dock your mother pushing her way to the front with a frown clear on her face "How dare you, i gave that ungrateful child everything she could want" Kid's burning eyes slowly turn to look at the woman, its clear now she was acting back at the hospital, this is the real her "You conniving, vindictive cow" The captains voice sounds almost inhuman almost like a wolf drooling and snarling over its pray, Wire quickly moves out of the way as Kid lets go of all the metal he had been collecting letting it rain down into the ocean and onto the ship impaling wood, shattering glass windows and slicing through the rapes and sails so the captain can storm over to your mother. "Get away from her" Your farther yells but makes no move to get closer, guards moves to try and protect your mother trying to stop the man from getting any closer as the woman backs up becoming scares for her life. Killer's fists shake at his sides his anger also starting to grow at seeing your mother again, he can't hear what is being said, but he knows their certainly not apologizing for what they've done, honestly it wouldn't matter if they did or not they still deserve to pay, Heat growls his hands gripping into the wooden rail of the ship threatening to break it, his throat starts to warm up and smoke starts to leek out the corners of his stitched mouth. Neither of them can hold back any longer, in unison the two walk off the Victoria earning gulps, wide grins and looks of confusion from the crew watching on, neither of them knew what they were going to do once they made it to your parents but it wasn't going to be good.

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