( 2 NEW CLIPS ) - Sonic and Amy together are just too damn adorable and funny,♥ They’re like an old married couple. Its so entertaining .They are dating but don’t want anyone to know ..basically the show teases this ALOT! and people love it XP I love em cos it was like me and sean back in the day X3
Why the fu*k you lyin clip which I fitted in perfectly too,heh enjoy! Recent sonamy clips from (Sonic boom - “Robots from the sky Season 2 part 4 ”) full episode here :https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x5o56n4_least_fun
Summary:The simple joy of being with the one you care for, at such a young age; left to scatter over the floor in the ruins of a torn past. And it has always been asked, why does the worst things happen to the best of people?
Word count: 7,724
Note: First part of my collab with the lovely @lushguk, I hope you enjoy this series as much as we don’t do ;) You can find the collection here and Mel’s masterlist here.
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The tress whispered as a gentle breeze passed through their branches, great drapes of leaves billowing like a handkerchief flying in farewell, the sight comforting; after all said destination was frequent through his childhood and now teen years- and Jungkook was sure if someone were to play his life out before them, the green blur of trees and hushed grins would be more than common between the inked words of his memories. It was one of his most sacred places, an area of innocence that he kept close and dear to him, not only because it bought some kind of peace to his youthful mind, but also because the ground practically heaved with memories forged with gruelling care. True, the walk was long to the clearing, cruel to even the most experienced of travellers, and yet he happily pushed through the tension and pain in his legs if it meant getting away from the bustle and chatter of the village for a few blissful hours. Moss was soft from the log that his thigh was thrown over, cushioning the pull of muscle that jumped in defeated exhaustion every so often and sent pin pricks of heat over his weary flesh. Sun worn eyes gazed blearily over the crack of light that filtered through the plush of trees in colourful patches, the curve of his skull supported into the shallow cradle of his entwined palms as he lazily tipped his head back.
Light breaths edged past the seam of his lips serenely, sighs pooling above him in the warm air, the dark fringe of his lashes fluttering across the high of his cheek bone in peace. The heat that had seemed to send his body into a fluster as he had struggled up the slope of the clearing was now soothing; treading the line between cool and warm in the delicious hue of the evening. And it was all Jungkook could manage not to fall asleep, motion born weariness bringing it’s arms around him to pull him into a delicious comfort that crept through his bones and tugged insistently behind his eyes as he fought to keep them open. Yet, just as he was surrendering and letting his vision rotate dangerously from the heavy tilt of his neck, a small sound broke him out of his reverie. Gentle and muffled, it slipped it’s small fingers around his own and, paired with a voice that practically sung the colours of the evening, it was enough to pull a lazy smile to the curve of his mouth and let his eyes squint back open.
“Jungkook?” And his gaze was greeted by the lovely image of your face bathed in the giddy happiness of the mellow sun. Beautiful in it’s dying embers.
Summary: Savitar kidnaps reader because in the future she was his lover, she was there for him when everyone rejected him. However, she died and now he’s in the present seeking revenge from the team while finding a way to be with her again.
Pairings: Savitar!Barry x reader
Word count: 1754
A/N: Hi guys! The much requested part 2 is finally here. You gave me a lot of suggestions and ideas and I’m trying to incorporate them through the story to make it something enjoyable to all of us! I’m not sure if you’ll like this part as much as the first one, but I really hope you do. Also, this one has a lot of dialogue oops. But anyway, I’d love to hear your opinions, they mean a lot to me x
after the many requests and messages, here’s part 2!
“Well technically she broke up with me.” Harry quickly added.
You wore a confused look on your face before you sighed and quickly told him to come inside. Harry entered your apartment and headed over to the kitchen. You sat on one of the barstools and looked at him from across the counter. “What do you mean she broke up with you?”
Harry sighed and leaned against the counter. He played with his bottom lip before answering, “She claims that lately I’ve been neglecting her and focusing on you.” He looked at your expression before continuing, “She admitted that she’s always been jealous of how close we were. She made me choose between the two of you.” Your mouth dropped a little. Amazed that something so evil could come out of Brooklyn’s mouth. Harry stood back up and ran his fingers through his hair. “I don’t know. I was so mad that she would even think to ask me that. We started fighting and I just told her that i didn’t want to be in this kind of a relationship anymore.” You raised your eyebrow, beckoning him to continue. “So what happened?”
Harry sighed and looked down at his fingers. “So she took that as a sign and officially declared us broken up.” You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist., giving him hug. “I’m sorry, H.”
Harry wrapped his arms around you and gave you a kiss on the top of your head. “Don’t be. I don’t want to be with someone that doesn’t respect our friendship.”
You leaned your head against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. “I don’t want to be the reason why you guys broke up though. Maybe I should call her. Talk this out.” You stepped out of Harry’s embrace and started to reach your phone before Harry grabbed your arm. “Y/N, me and Brooklyn weren’t right for each other. It was bound to happen at some point.”
You sighed and nodded. “So what do you wanna do then to forget about this? Do you want to throw eggs at her house?” You smiled, remembering the last time a girl broke up with Harry, the two of you got shit wasted and started to egg their house before running away when you heard police sirens.
Harry threw his head back in laughter, clearly remembering what you were referring to. “Actually, I have something else in my mind.” Harry replied, a smirk on his face.
“To be fair with you, I would rather be egging someone’s house right now.” You laughed, cracking an egg into a bowl. Harry came up beside you, hands full of all the necessary ingredients for chocolate chip cookies. He chuckled before saying, “I know but I’m in the mood for something sweet. And you know your chocolate chip cookies are to die for.” You flipped your hair back, “Oh I know.” Harry smiled at you before beginning to measure out the sugar. A devious thought popped into your head as you watched Harry. Slowly your hand started inching towards the flour bag. You grabbed a handful of flour and called out, “Harry?” As he turned to look at you properly, you released the flour into his face. You laughed loudly before adding, “Oops.” Harry smiled brightly and grabbed a handful himself and throwing it at you. The two of you began a food war, throwing handfuls of sugar and flour. Just as Harry was about to crack an egg above your head, your phone started to ring. “Time out!” You quickly yelled. Harry chuckled before nodding, starting to clean the mess you guys made. You giggled and pulled out your phone, “Hello?”
“Hey beautiful. Was wonderin’ if you wanted to grab some dinner tonight.” Louis replied on the other side of the phone. You picked a chocolate chip out of your hair and replied back, “Actually, I don’t really want to get ready to go out. Why don’t you come over with some takeout?” Louis nodded his head, already heading out the door. “Sure thing, beautiful. I’ll see you in a bit.” The two of you exchanged your goodbyes and hung up. You walked back into the kitchen and saw Harry beginning to scoop out the batter and forming little balls of dough. Harry looked at you and smiled before continuing to roll out the dough, “Who was that?” You stood beside him once again, “Louis. He’s coming with dinner. You’re more than welcomed to join.”
Something in Harry suddenly clicked. Maybe he was enjoying the alone time you guys were having together but he suddenly he found himself jealous of Louis coming in the picture. He cleared his throat before subtly trying to ask, “What’s going on between the two of you anyways?”
Your cheeks instantly went red and you paused before saying, “I don’t know. We haven’t made things official but..I really like him.”
Harry nodded, his stomach instantly forming into knots. “I think I might just head home.” He then started to rinse his hands under the sink. You placed the cookies into the oven. “What? You don’t want to wait until the cookies are done?”
Harry shook his head before making his way over to you. “I think Jeff mentioned something about going out tonight anyways. I’ll see you later, ok love?” He placed a kiss on your cheek before giving you a hug.
You wore a confused look on your face before retuning the hug. You walked Harry to the door while he waved goodbye. After he left, you furrowed your eyebrows together. Weird. You quickly ran to your room and started cleaning yourself off before Louis arrived.
“God, it smells amazing in here.” Louis said while placing the Chinese takeout on the coffee table in the living room.
“Yeah. Me and Harry made some cookies earlier!” You called out, grabbing some plates and utensils from the kitchen. Louis sat on your couch, eyebrows furrowed together. “Harry was over?”
You walked back into the living room and placed the plates down. “Yeah. Him and Brooklyn broke up.” Louis nodded while staring at you opening a takeout box, “How is he?” You began scoping some rice onto your plate and replied back, “He’s actually fine.” Louis started to feel a pit of jealousy. Now that Harry was single, he could suddenly realize the perfect girl was right in front of him and..Louis couldn’t have that. He grabbed the plate out of your hands. “What are you-” you began to ask but was quickly interrupted when Louis brought his lips to yours. You instantly kissed back, hands reaching behind his neck. He slowly laid you down on the couch and started to run his hand underneath your shirt.
The two of you were tangled together on the sheets of your bed. Clothes were scattered around in the hallway from the living room to your bedroom. You smiled softly and pressed a kiss to Louis’s naked chest while he snored the night away, hand resting on your lower back. You were about to drift off to sleep as well until a faint knock on the door made you open your eyes. You looked across Louis at the clock on the bed side table. 2:20pm. You slowly untangled from Louis. He stirred a little before cuddling more into his pillow. You grabbed his shirt and put it on before looking out of the peephole on the door.
“Harry? What’s wrong?” You asked, opening the door to see a disheveled Harry, smelling of alcohol. Harry’s eyes quickly went over your attire before he called out, “Oh no! I’m already too late aren’t I!”
You quickly shushed him and beckoned him to come inside. Harry entered your apartment and quickly but gently pushed you against the door. He started to place kisses all over your face. “Harry? What’s going on?” You asked, gently pushing him away from you. Harry shook his head and tried pulling you closer to him. “Don’t be with him. We belong together.” You gasped quietly. Before you had the chance to respond, Louis came into the room with his boxers on. He looked between you and Harry. “Y/N?”
thank you guys so much for the requests and sweet messages about part 1! i hope i did everyone’s justice lol. let me know if you guys want a part 3! are you team harry or team louis?
In The Wrong Hands Part 2 (Reggie Mantle x Reader)
Okay so here is part 2 of In the wrong hands reggie mantle imagine. Hopefully everyone enjoys this part as much as they did the first and I am so grateful to all of the positive feedback that I am getting from everyone and will be open to any requests that you have for me.
Shocked you stood up and looked at
the furious Cheryl with wide eyes, trying to think a reason as to why they
would be sitting like that for a “biology project”, you tried but nothing came
to mind. Your heart was beating rapidly and you couldn’t think of anything else
besides that maybe the flirtatious interaction earlier that day was not just a one-sided
thing. Maybe Reggie wasn’t as faithful as you thought…
Sitting back down you placed your
hands on your head still trying to think of something, anything that didn’t come
to the conclusion that Reggie was possibly cheating on you. You heard Cheryl huff
and then the faintest tapping sound of her nails dialing a number. Looking up
once again you saw fire in Cheryl’s eyes and you knew that she was going to go
off. She shot you a pleading look for you not to stop her and then you heard
the gruff voice on the other end of the phone.
“Why the hell is Veronica Lodge sitting
all cozy on your lap in this Instagram post?” Cheryl said with an eerily calm tone
to her voice. You couldn’t hear what was being said on the other end but you
hoped that it was Reggie explaining that it was all a misunderstanding and that
it wasn’t his idea.
“I hope you can explain everything
to Y/N because to me it looks like you are cheating on her and you better pray
to god that that isn’t true.” Cheryl’s voice was sweet again before she hung up
“It looks like we might have to
train the girls a little harder at practice tomorrow, especially Miss. Veronica
Lodge.” She said turning to look at you, a devilish smile ghosting her lips,
sighing you gestured for the two of you to leave. You decided that you would talk
to Reggie tomorrow, the anxiety of today had exhausted you too much and you
just wanted to be home.
Once you were home you prayed to
anybody that tomorrow was going to be better before you let your blankets devour
you in their warmth. Tomorrow would be better…
That next morning you woke up to
multiple texts from Reggie apologizing and trying to explain what had happened.
please answer me. I swear there’s nothing going on between me and veronica…
baby I love you so much. Honest to god nothing has happened and nothing will
happen. I only have my eyes on you.
The frantic texts had calmed your
aching heart and you replied that the two of you would talk today and that you
loved him too. You were still nervous about having such a discussion but you
You were headed for your front door
when you heard honking from what you assumed was Cheryl Blossom’s cherry red 1961
Chevrolet Impala. Slipping on your shoes you rushed out to see Cheryl cranking
up her music and honking impatiently for you to hurry up. Giggling you ran
towards the car and the two of you sped off to school. Thoughts of Reggie and
Veronica had faded away and your brain was bursting with the new cheer
choreography that Cheryl was chattering on about.
The school parking lot came quickly
into view and you scanned the cars to see where Reggie might be, you spotted
him standing around with Moose and some other jocks. Smiling you were just
about to get out of Cheryl’s car to hug him… but without warning he was tackled
into a hug by none other than Veronica Lodge. Paralyzed, you couldn’t move a
muscle, your mouth was agape as you watched the scene unfold.
Veronica pulling away from Reggie, Veronica
leaning up and grabbing a handful of his hair and finally Veronica smashing her
red lips onto his. When she pulled away there was red lipstick staining Reggie’s
lips. Your heart lurched into your throat and you could not look away. Cheryl
had already slammed her car door and marched over to the scene, her red hair
billowing behind her as if they were the flames to the fire that was burning in
her eyes. She yanked the dark haired beauty off of Reggie and was undeniably
cussing her out but you didn’t hear a thing she said, your brain was unable to
process the event that had unfolded before you.
You looked into Reggie’s eyes and
found his apologetic gaze looking back at you. He broke away from the group
that had formed around him and rushed towards Cheryl’s car, lips still stained
red. You hadn’t realized it but your eyes had let a flood loose, Reggie’s hand touched
your tear-stained cheek, apologizing profusely.
“Y/N I don’t know why she did that.”
Reggie’s words snapped you out of your daze.
“ Why would she do that if there
was nothing between you two Reggie? What about that Instagram post yesterday?
That obviously was not just a misunderstanding, a girl wouldn’t kiss a guy or
sit in his lap like that if nothing was going on. So why don’t you tell me the
truth. What is going on Reggie?” You fired off questions viciously as more
tears streamed down your face. Reggie was left speechless unable to explain his
Getting out of the car you stormed
your way over to the still flaming Cheryl and dragged her into the school and to the girls locker
room, not wanting anyone else to see the continuation of your emotional
Okay so I know I am going to have to do a part 3 and I am pretty good with cliffhangers but I started getting a really bad headache while i was finishing up this part and will be writing and uploading more when I dont have a headache ! thank you to everyone for all of your support and if you want to be tagged in any other upcoming parts please do not hesitate to let me know!
Before I could open the door my body froze which caused Negan to almost knock into me from behind. Not that I would be complaining about that if he did.
Turning around to face him I opened my mouth but quickly shut it again.
Unable to form the words spinning in my mind. How can I explain that I don’t want him to gloat at what was about to happen. Just because I wasn’t fighting him on it didn’t mean that I agreed with it, that I wanted him to to do it.
Truth be told I don’t think he really wanted to do it either. I think he just did it because he had to, if he didn’t he wouldn’t be in charge for long and he wouldn’t be protected, he wouldn’t be able to protect all of the people who he does. Including me.
“What is it doll?” His face softened while I was stuck in thought “Just spit it out y/n” he always knows.
Okay, let’s continue this! Here’s part two for my favorite NaLu moments. Part 1 can be found here, if you’re interested in seeing the numbers 25 through 16. Now let’s move on to 15 through 6 (yes, I decided to extend it, it’d just get too big). Thanks a lot to everyone who read this, I love y’all. Also, once again, there are spoilers here for the current arc. If you haven’t caught up to it yet, it’s best if you don’t read this. Also, sorry for any grammar mistakes.
Tokoyami narrowed his eyes, fingers drawing arches in the
air as he counted from one head to another. Holding onto his phone, he propped
it next to his beak.
“Sorry its 5 combos,
not 4. That will be all, thanks,” Tokoyami glanced over at the boys that
gathered like ants around the salsa and guacamole, and tossed the phone over on
the couch. His friends splayed their bodies while laughing in front of the TV
at something Midoriya just said.
“I didn’t know that Bakugou came,” Tokoyami noted as he crouched,
“I almost didn’t order his dinner.”
“Yeah who brought Bakugou,” Todoroki said, looking over at
the culprits for an answer, and Bakugou flipped him a middle finger.
“Fuck you half and half,” Bakugou grabbed a few tortilla chips
and chewed it like a barbarian, “Kaminari told me you needed advice and dragged
me here. I don’t wanna be here either. I got shit to do.”
Todoroki didn’t move a muscle, “Then you should go.”
“WHY YOU LITTLE-“
Kaminari and Midoriya instinctively pulled onto Bakugou’s
hood like a rein on a wild horse as the latter propelled forward, explosions
contained within his sweaty palms.
“He’s still like a crazy maniac ready to drink our blood,”
Tokoyami shook his head as he bent his knees, “to get back to business,” the
birdman gestured with a nod to the guy next to him, “this is an intervention
for Todoroki as he clearly effed himself over two nights ago. Or a funeral, I’m
not sure yet.”
Kaminari’s mouth was ajar as he tried to eat salsa while
laughing at Tokoyami’s dark humour, somehow not choking. A feat only idiots
could successfully execute.
“Yaomomo hasn’t told anyone the details yet. Or so Jirou
says,” Kaminari gave Todoroki a crinkled smile, “if you could please do the
honours, we would very much like to know how exactly you dug your own grave.”
Todoroki exhaled, burying his face in his hands as the
“So you guys know about how I took her outside the bar when
she was dancing.”
Everyone nodded obediently, even Bakugou, who was still
gnawing on his food.
“I heard it from electric dolt over here so many times, I
think I had it tattooed on my chest,” Bakugou teased, as if that was the cleverest
thing he could come up with. Todoroki sent Kaminari, who had his hands before
him in defense, a death glare.
“So after that I recall making out with her against the wall
of the dry cleaners besides the-“
Kaminari actually choked his time, “no details please.”
“Go on,” Tokoyami said, ignoring Kaminari’s need of a
Heimlich remover and Todoroki did a dramatic pause, as if the situation needed
“Then,” he took a deep breath, “I think I took her over to
my place for the night.”
He closed his eyes.
As expected, when Todoroki’s eyelids lifted again, his
friends were rendered like statues at the big reveal.
“Before we all start imagining things,” Midoriya was the first
to break the stillness, lopping his palms out to suppress the commotion.
“Oh don’t worry, I ain’t imagining jack shit,” Bakugou
interrupted in disgust and Midoriya continued.
“Taking her home for
the night essentially means just that. Maybe nothing happened between you
Todoroki could only mutter through the cushion he was using to
contain his exasperation, “She left her undergarment here. I found it on my
bed. She probably left in a hurry.”
“Dude if it’s a bra, just say it,” Kaminari called out and
Todoroki rolled his eyes hopelessly.
“Yes, her bra, okay?” The fire and ice hero, being a gentleman,
barely said it audible enough for the others to hear. Trying to soothe whatever
was obstructing his vocal chords, which was likely just his guilty conscience,
Todoroki interweaved his fingers together and cleared his throat.
“Could it just be a
bra from another girl that you forgot about?” Tokoyami attempted to sound
sensible to Todoroki’s chagrin.
“I’ve never brought any girl home,” Todoroki indicated
modestly and his friends all exchanged glances.
“For such a popular guy, you’re pretty tame,” Tokoyami said
and got back to the topic, “Anyways, I’d say just tell Yaoyorozu you made a
mistake and apologize.”
“No you don’t wanna tell a girl that,” Kaminari intervened,”
she’ll get the wrong idea and think you were playing with her.” The electric
hero scanned the room for a reaction, “Just give her bra back and leave. Done.
Zip. No words needed.”
Midoriya’s lips tugged on one side forming a hesitant yet
pleasing smile, “I think you should just wait for her to talk to you.”
Todoroki took his head in his palms, frustrated. He was
grateful for his friends’ suggestions, albeit those being utterly rubbish. One
person hasn’t said a word yet. The boy pointed his gaze at Bakugou, waiting to
find a diamond in the rough, as rare as it is. Bakugou scowled back but finally
“I say you just tell her all the shit that’s cooped up deep
inside,” Bakugou tottered his leg in annoyance, “listen to your shitty little
heart, if you even have one, and something will come out right.”
Todoroki’s eyes widened, putting a finger on his chin and
heeded the philosophical advice, “Bakugou, thanks.”
The blonde boy hurried to mediate the awkwardness. Sentiment
only makes him weak.
“Don’t thank me, crap for brains. I’m just logical.”
Todoroki kept repeating those words like a parrot learning its first words. He
would have never predicted the day he listened to Bakugou Katsuki.
His doorbells echoed through the chasm of the vacant foyer
and he launched himself off his seat, hands already sweating from self-doubt.
“Hey,” he pulled open the door, keeping a straight face,
“Come on in.”
The girl was holding a tray of wrapped up cupcakes in her
arms, doing everything she could to bypass his gaze. In the back of her mind,
she knew she brought them to keep herself out of focus.
“Todoroki, I thought it’d be nice to bring these, while we
Talked. That word
made the boy shudder.
Chaperoning her to his living room, he stuck his hand out
politely to guide her to a spot on the couch and she took it, carefully letting
her purse go on the floor. For the better part of the next ten minutes, a
curtain of muteness fell as Yaoyorozu’s eyes moved restlessly to him and back
to her lap.
“Excuse the mess,” Todoroki started belatedly, scrutinizing
the salsa stain that Kaminari left on the carpet, “Yesterday, Midoriya and the
others came over.”
The girl faked a laugh to lighten the mood, “Oh, I see.”
“Here,” Todoroki removed
himself from the room for a negligible second, and thought that he swallowed so
visibly, the girl in front of him would have noticed without a doubt, “Uh, I’m sure
this is yours.”
Yaoyorozu ogled at the article of clothing in his hand,
mortified, and stuffed it into her purse, hoping it’d disappear from such a predicament
into the depths of her bag.
“I’m sorry,” Todoroki planted a hand against the back of his
neck, turning away, “I don’t remember exactly what happened but I know we…uhh…”
he kept his head low, “I just hope everything’s fine between us.”
The girl hugged her bag closer to her and perhaps it was
Todoroki’s imagination, but for a split moment, he saw disappointment reflecting
from the darkness of her eyes.
“Yeah, of course, we’re good friends. And you were drunk.
And I was just…” She wouldn’t allow herself to finish.
A burning, throat-scraping pain apprehended her as she
pushed herself off the seat, making sure not to say another word. Todoroki
considered the subtle movements of her clenched hands; if he didn’t stop her
now, he’d lose her forever.
“Wait,” He binded her wrist with his tight grip.
“It never even occurred to me that you had the need to
apologize,” she turned her head over, every word penetrated with ire, “Did you
regret? Is this what this is?”
“Of course not,” he responded and he could see her quivering
from either anger or defeat, “We’ve known each other for so long, I don’t want
anything to ruin our relationship.”
“And what is our relationship?”
Her words were eroded with a hostile fragility and the boy
stiffened, watching as she tried to free her from him.
“For not telling you the truth, I think that is actually my
biggest regret,” he saw her movement cede, “everything I said when I was drunk,
I meant every part of it.”
She felt numb and he persisted on, “I was possessive. I was
selfish. I didn’t want anyone
else to get close to you because-“
She could sense his conviction, honesty, and dedication.
“Because I’m in love with you.”
She relaxed. His speech might be the most straightforward one
yet, but that’s what she liked about his character.
“I feel the same way,” she replied, tracing his expression
with her gaze. Yearning to have a taste of her again, Todoroki invited her in
his arms with a pull of his wrist.
“Kaminari,” Todoroki uttered groggily, “you gotta stop
calling me in the morning.”
His friend sneered, “So how was talking to Yaomomo?
Todoroki angled himself to look at the girl sleeping
serenely beside him, and he stroked a piece of her hair away from her face.
Inch by inch, he walked out of the room and closed the door with a light touch.
“Talk quietly,” Todoroki said, hushed.
“Wait, why?” a revelation surmounted the boy on the other
side of the call, “oh my god, you friggin’…are you kidding me? Did you and
“You don’t need to know,” Todoroki deadpanned, and laid his
head against the door. He heard a sigh.
“You’re so smooth,
even I need to learn from you, mate,” Kaminari pestered, “well I’ll leave you
two alone.” His shit-eating grin was too evident through the playful sound of
“Ah, see you.” And Todoroki
hung up with a smile teasing his lips. Heading down the stairs with loose
footsteps, he threw on a t-shirt that was resting on the arm of a chair and
pulled out the pots and pans.
The most difficult decision of that day was guessing if
his girlfriend liked breakfast in bed.
Summary: The ultimate betrayal comes with the ultimate sacrifice to escape. (meant to be a oneshot, but could make more if you want me to!) And here I am w part 2 lol Warnings: Gore, Dark, Angst. a/n: OMG I wrote something lolol hop you like part two! Sorry I changed the pov of this one to third person but you know WHATEVER I DO THAT ALL THE TIME ANYWAYS
“She’s there,” Soryu whispered, hand pressed against the glass of the Tokyo station where Khim sat. His breath hitched in his throat as he watched Mamoru question her, her small frame seeming to collapse in on herself as a way to escape. His eyes couldn’t help but wander to her face, so hallow and hurt from years on the run and then down to her left leg. Her left leg, “God dammit,” Soryu chocked, turning around, tears stinging his eyes in frustration and pure anger. He couldn’t believe he let someone do that to her. His own men at that.
He turned back around and went to slam his fist against the glass but only let it hit gently as he stared at her through the glass. Where he leg once was was now replaced with a crappy metal augmentation that someone along her travels probably hooked her up with. The flimsy metal frame that supported just under her left knee looked raw and uncomfortable as he could easily see the rash forming where skin touched raw metal. He cringed, knowing that if he found her, if he was there, maybe she’d still have a leg today. Maybe…they would have had a family by now.
Three years passed since that night and Soryu barely has had a life since that night. That night scared his life and the Dragons. Gyo and five other men turned on Soryu and in a last ditch attempt went for Khim as payback for not making a deal with another organization that they were secretly apart of. His poor choices and his overly trusting attitude with the Dragons costed Khim her leg, her life. He couldn’t live with that.
Mamoru walked out of the room and quickly lit a cig and sighed, “She wouldn’t let me smoke in there with her,” He commented, causing Soryu to give him a strange look. Usually she would have never minded, “Started to get all antsy. I think she’s been tortured before she made her escape,” He finished, eyes locking with Soryu.
Soryu struggled to swallow the lump in his throat.
“Jesus,” Baba commented, “Just what has she gone through?”
“I think this runs deeper than just the Ice Dragons,” Mamoru answered, “I think this involves all of us. She wouldn’t tell me much, kept askin’ for Soryu over here. ‘Is he okay? Is he here?’ Was all she’d say,” He said annoyingly, his eyes slowly moving to Soryu to see what he’d do. He remembered when he brought Soryu here, saying that Khim was being held in a room waiting for him, for everyone. He remembered the panic on Soryu’s face, the anxiety in his eyes as he scrambled to follow.
“Go and talk to her Sor,” Baba said, giving him a friendly pat on the back, “She wouldn’t be here if she didn’t need you.”
He didn’t need a friendly back or Mamoru’s imploring words. He was goingin to see her. He took a steady breath and opened the door, breathing in the sight of her. She was still beautiful in all her fear and anger. She kept her hands folded in her lap, head casted down. Her hair was much longer now, reaching her mid back, and she’d lost weight. He mentally reminded himself to have her eat more since she was so thin before.
“Khim,” He called out to her.
Her head snapped up, eyes wide as they locked with his. He wore a kind smile on his face for her, to hide the anger and sadness inside of him. It was like the life came back to her as she tried to stand up on shaky legs to run over to him.
“S-Sor!” She gasped, only getting one step in before Soryu was already there, taking her in his arms, “Sor…Sor…Soryu oh god,” She cried in his chest as he held her close, as close as he could that wasn’t painful to her. She dropped her crutches to the ground, hands mindlessly grasping at his back to grab a fistful of his collared shirt, “You’re okay right?” She kept asking over and over, “I’m okay…you’re okay…”
He leaned over and placed a kiss to the top of her head, his hands running circles on her back. He paused and gripped her shoulder, pushing her back, “Let me look at you,” He said.
Tears streamed down Khim’s cheeks, a kind smile on her face was nothing like the cold and angry one she had when Mamoru was talking to her. He wiped them with the pads of his thumbs, cupping her cheeks, taking her all in.
He assumed Mamoru let her shower here, because she smelt faintly like normal soap, but somehow the smell just reminded him of her, of what they were years ago. His eyes carried on down, to her small frame and to her left leg. She reached a hand out and lifted his chin back up, so he wouldn’t have to look at it anymore, but he gripped it and looked down, bending down to get a better look.
“Does it hurt right now?” He asked, not really knowing how she would answer. Did it hurt her when she was tortured in front of Soryu, not saying a word. Or when she was dragged away to somewhere she didn’t know with people who didn’t care about her? Or did the torture hurt her? The pain she suffered for three years? The lack of a leg? Did it hurt? Of course it did, he knew that. But the question just tumbled off his lips.
“The augmentation a friend made for me in a pinch did the trick,” She said, reaching down and running a hand to where metal met skin, “But it hurts if I walk for too long.”
“Luke is making you replacements. He’s coming to check you out,” He said, turning to the oneway window and giving a nod, already knowing that Baba was on the phone with Luke the minute he walked in the room with Khim.
“Great,” She whispered, “I think it might be infected or something. It never healed properly,” She said, a sad smile on her face.
“What happened?” He finally asked, moving to sit down on a chair and taking her in his arms so she sat on his lap, “Where did Gyo take you?”
Her expression clouded over and now the cold and sad look on her face came back. She leaned in, arms circling around his neck, her lips next to his ear as she whispered to him, “Have you heard anything?”
He kept a calm expression on his face, his hands moving to rest on her back, moving in small circles like he was consoling her. He knew the angle they were at, and the CCTV wouldn’t catch what she was saying from this angle as she was talking into his ear. He became alert, eyes quickly darting around the room to see if they’d be caught.
“Gyo’s men have died, the five of them,” He whispered into her shoulder and felt her nod beside him, “And Gyo left Japan.”
“Exactly,” She whispered in his ear, “But theres more to that story than you know,” She said, her slim fingers working their way into his hair, “ They’re lying to you.” She finished. She felt Soryu tense in her arms, not sure of who she was talking about.
“Who?” He asked, lifting his face a bit from her shoulder so he eyes stared at the one-way mirror in front of him.
“Mamoru isn’t telling the truth,” She said, “He tipped Gyo off that you were getting suspicious about him,” She said, “One of his men told me that….Don’t trust them.”
Soryu waited outside Luke’s office on Khim’s request. He heard her whimper here and there from the procedure Luke was preforming on her with her new leg. He was getting impatient as the seconds passed, leaning agains the wall with his gun clearly in his hand. Eisuke stared back at him, eyes squinting, trying to find any trace of information on his face.
“What did she tell you?” He asked, “Don’t lie to me.”
He knew that Eisuke probably watched the CCTV footage and knew they were talking, but what they said he would never know.
“When you looked up at the window,” Eisuke said, getting Soryu’s attention, “I knew she told you something that pissed you off,”
Soryu casted a glance to his sides, making sure the hallway was clear before looking back at Eisuke. He pulled out his phone and looked up, wordlessly hanging up in seconds, “Talk,” He demanded, arms folding.
“She…” Soryu began, but stopped. If he already was questioning Mamoru in his mind could he trust Eisuke? Baba? Could he trust Luke?
Before he could continue he barged in Luke’s office out of fear, “Khim…!” He called, seeing her standing in front of him about to open the door herself.
“Ah..!” She yelped, about to stumble backwards, but Soryu reached out and hooked a arm around her waist first, steadying her.
“You’re walking?” He asked, looking down to see a treated wound and a fresh, sleek new left leg.
“Yeah, it’s a lot easier with this one since I had to practice on the toughest leg for three years.” She commented, making Soryu wince at her blunt honesty. It hurt him knowing she went through that so long and he couldn’t help her.
“Khim,” Eisuke called out, walking into the office.
She didn’t say anything, only reached out and gripped Soryu’s hand, which caused him to cock his gun knowingly in front of Eisuke and Luke, “This can wait until tomorrow,” Soryu said, reaching to link his arm with Khim’s to give her support, “We’re going to go home for the night. She needs rest.”
Eisuke scowled at him, “Tomorrow.” He reminded Soryu.
Tomorrow they’d talk, but for now he wanted to take Khim home.
He presses her against the wall the second they are in their old apartment. It reminds Khim of home, of safety, as she grips Soryu’s shirt and drags him down to her level, hungry for a kiss she hasn’t felt in three years. His hands go to cup her face, her once soft cheeks now being hallow, reminding him of what she has gone through. Her hot breath lingers on his lips every second they separate to only try and go deeper. Her name is hot on his tongue, every spare breath he has is left to saying her name, almost as a reminder that she is here and in his arms.
Her hands ghost down to his sides, unbuttoning his shirt and letting her hands skim over his toned muscles, his skin. She savors the warmth as her arms encircle his waist, pulling herself closer to him.
They both stop and stare at each other, drinking in the sight. Three years they’ve both been without, suffering in their own way. Soryu couldn’t believe she was alive and in his arms right now.
He wouldn’t pity her, and until she told him to stop he wouldn’t.
He lifted her in his arms bridal style and wordlessly carried her to the bedroom. He felt her fidget in his arms in her usual embarrassment until she spoke, “S-Soryu…”
He gently sets her down on the bed, hovering over her, “What’s wrong?” He asks, afraid of what she is about to tell him.
“I’m not the same,” She admits, “My body, it’s––”
“It’s what?” He asked, annoyed, “It’s the same to me. You’re here, you’re still beautiful” He adds, a kind smile on his face.
She offers him a small smile, “It’s not just my leg,” She says, and moves to remove her shirt, revealing small scars on her torso and chest. Scars from cigarette burns and other deep cuts that were once on her body. He squints at her body in anger for the men who did this to her, “Luke said they can be treated but––” Before she could finish Soryu is already kissing each scar.
“They show how strong you are,” He whispered, slowly moving along her body to kiss each one, “They show how much you struggled, fought. You wanted to come home and knew I was waiting, looking too,” He finished, looking up to see tears in her eyes.
“I love you,” She sobbed, chocking on her tears, “God, Soryu…!” Her sobs turned into wails as she clung to him.
Thanks for the positive feedback on part 1! It can be found here if you missed it. Here is part 2! Thanks again to @paperbacktrash for the feedback, especially the reactions to the character(s) I have created for this!
This follows the events after ACOWAR so there will be mentions on some of the original story in case you have not read ACOWAR yet.
Summary: Tamlin’s road to redemption. He joins forces with a familiar face and some new faces to further his goals.
Here I’m going to post my favorite 25 NaLu moments. Since they have a lot of moments, it was hard to pick just 25 (and keep in mind that this is manga only, no anime, meaning there’ll be no filler moments, nor movie moments). Since I don’t want this to get too long, I’m going to split it into 2 parts (25 through 16, 15 through 1). Also, this is MY OPINION only; my favorite moments. You don’t have to agree with me, or say ‘the other moment should be higher’ or ‘why didn’t you include that moment here’. I love all NaLu moments, but there are some that just make my heart go ‘whoooooa’ and those are the ones I’ll include here. It’s not spoiler-free, so if you’re not updated on the current arc, I suggest not to read it.
You were in a daze. Around you, you could vaguely hear the shouts of the people of Laketown. Though you did not know why exactly they were shouting. Not until you heard shouts from the banister behind you. The Dwarves were yelling for blood, and battle, and glory. Grabbing Bilbo’s arm you rushed to get to the front of the lines of Elves and men. There, you met Gandalf’s eyes.
Despair was an emotion not many beings displayed so early on that day. The Wizard, mayhaps, have been the only one that did. But you knew better than to ignore his warnings. Carefully, you cleared your throat to gain his attention. Your own matters of the heart would have to wait for a later date, this was - after all, not about you. “Gandalf, what’s wrong?” you asked him as his eyes focused on Bilbo and you. He nodded his head to the top of the hillside next to Erebor. A soft gasp left your lips as you realized your kin had come. “What are they doing here?!” you yelled in disbelief, “and for Mahal’s sake is that Dáin?!” Gandalf nodded grimly, and beside you the Hobbit showed nothing but confusion. “Who is Dáin, (y/n)?” A grim look took over your face. “Thorin’s cousin,” you informed the Hobbit, and then Gandalf added “I always thought Thorin to be the more agreeable one.” The Hobbit’s eyes widened as Gandalf said that, looking at the Dwarf sat atop his boar. “He will not be reasoned with,” you noted to Gandalf as Dáin came to a stop before the Elven lines. “He will fight his way to Thorin if he must Gandalf,” you added as Gandalf remained in his place.
It was then, that Dáin rode a little ways forward. “Good morning. How are we all? I have a wee proposition, if you don’t mind giving me a few moments of your time. Would you consider… JUST SODDING OFF! All ye, right now!” If it had not been such a dire situation, you would have laughed at his words. Instead, you found yourself walking forward to meet Dáin before he could do a considerable amount of damage. And suddenly, you found yourself behind Gandalf again. “Gandalf, where did you - how did you?” He chose to ignore you. “Come now, lord Dáin,” the wizard started. “Gandalf the Grey. Tell this rabble to leave or I’ll water the ground with their blood.” Yes, you thought grimly, Thorin was indeed the more reasonable one. “There is no need for war between Dwarves, Men, and Elves. Lord Dáin, I beg of you, stand your army down!” you called out as you took your place next to Gandalf. Dáin frowned upon seeing you in the enemy lines. “A dwarrow dame? What are ye doin’ there then?” “I traveled with Thorin Oakenshield, our king, to reclaim the mountain. These men want nothing but the share of gold they need to rebuild Laketown. There is no need for war,” you called to him. “A legion of Orcs march on the mountain. Stand your army down,” Gandalf added. “Orcs? Gandalf, since when have there been Orcs we need be concerned about?”
Your confusion and Gandalf’s answer, were drowned out under the fiery response coming from Dáin. “I will not stand down before any elf! Not least this faithless Woodland sprite! He wishes nothing but ill upon my people! If he chooses to stand between me and my kin, I’ll split his pretty head open! See if he’s still smirking then!” And then the lord turned to you, “and you, lass, choose carefully where you stand today!” You nodded in response, and then Thranduil rode a few steps forward. “He’s clearly mad like his cousin,” the elven king spoke mockingly. And you supposed that those words were all the encouragement Dáin needed. “Ya hear that, lads? We’re on! Let’s give these bastards a good hammering!”
But before it came to war between Elves and Dwarves, a low rumble spread through the earth below your feet. It was as if the ground was trying to turn over and toss the people off balance. “Gandalf?!” you called to the wizard, hoping he could offer some guidance as to what to do. Perhaps, you shouldn’t have called to him at all, for the words that fell from his lips caused your blood to run cold. “Were worms,” the wizard said softly. And then, a loud war horn called for attention. And you understood, the Orcs that Gandalf had tried to warn for, had finally come.
It was as if they came from the gates of Hell themselves, crawling and running out of the holes that had been made in the earth. They were uglier than you remembered. There were also more of them than you remembered. And you were also more frightened than you remembered being. It was not as much for yourself, though a large part was, but it was also for those around you.
It was Dáin who acted first, calling upon his people to follow him to the front of the battlefield. To meet the enemy head on. And at once, you pushed forward to follow your kin. Hands resting heavily upon your swords, you joined the soldiers. It was as if everything slowed down the moment you did. All you could hear was your heart thumping so loudly, you were sure it’d burst. All you could see was the front, where the enemies were running.
And then, they were there.
You had little time to marvel on the smooth, fluid fighting style of the Elves that led the charge, for soon the Orcs fought their way through the mayhem. Left and right you sliced your blades, meeting Orc skin or gut before yanking them free again. It was as if your mind turned into a song, and your body was dancing to its lethal tune. Stab, slice, turn, dodge. Stab, slice, turn dodge. Stab, sli- a burning pain interrupted your dance and you fell to your knees, gasping for air as the pain spread.
In Erebor, Thorin had finally come to his senses. “I didn’t…how did I,” he murmured as he leaned against the wall, resting on his arms. “She’ll understand, she loves you,” Balin said as he came into view. “She shouldn’t have to understand! I did her wrong Balin!” Thorin cried out, “I did my One wrong!” Balin did not shrink back, standing tall in the fury of his King. “Then show her you are sorry, rally to her, to our queen.” Thorin nodded, “we will, she will not fight this battle without me.”
Sorry if you've been a asked this before, but I'm looking for a fix (tumblr post?) where isak meets even at the party instead of emma. I remember that they end up in the bathtub and isak was just as assertive with even as he was with even. And even won't kiss him until they exchange numbers. thanks!!!
Oh yes, you must mean the two-part drabble/fic by the amazing Ciara :)
FINALLY! I’m sorry I dragged this for so long, but it’s finally here. The final part of my 25 NaLu moments, which means, the final top 5. Part 1 of the list can be found here, and part 2 can be found here. Now let us finally finish this. Beware of spoilers for the current arc, if you’re not updated on the manga, you probably shouldn’t read this.