i will catch you and you will strike fear into my enemies

Mafia! Johnny

» An AU where Johnny is a mafia leader but accidentally falls in love with a girl.

  • Oh boy, I’m probably gonna die after this
  • But anyways, Johnny, as a mafia leader….interesting
  • He is really intimidating, mostly because of his hard stare and frame so tall and strong
  • He dressed up smart but shaggy at the same time. To a normal person, he would look terrifying
  • Tattoos, piercings all lining his body, contaminating his milky white complexion 
  • But that was what caught your attention when you saw him sit across from you in the local bar
  • Hair shiny, slicked back. His hands were big, veins popping from underneath the skin, his fingers slender
  • Johnny was the kind of person no one wanted to mess with. Leader of the most terrifying mafia clan in town, hard to contradict and extremely hard to win against
  • He had a special way with words. His talk more than often manipulating people in dangerous ways. His illegal smirk whenever he got his way
  • You were sat on your uncomfortable seat, a Martini in hand and time to spare. He was so different from other people that you couldn’t help but stare at him
  • His strides were so calculated and soft that it would bring a cat to shame, movements so confident and assured that you wanted to give him an award
  • When he ordered a Sunset Rum, you had caught his voice. Deep and thick with his funny but sexy accent. He hadn’t noticed you ogling at him yet and you decided to enjoy the view for a while
  • Your blind date had ditched you and left you sitting in the tight red dress your friend had forced you into
  • So much for being that strong, independent girl who never needed to impress a man
  • But today you were needy, for something. Something that made you feel alive, painful yet pleasurable. Which is why you put extra effort in your appearance
  • Johnny finally noticed your burning stare and raised his eyebrows at you. You gave him a small smirk with your bright red lips, bringing your drink closer to your face
  • He looked away, smiling to himself and staring at the small glass with his drink. He wore a black coat and white collar shirt. It wasn’t ironed which added to his distraught yet intriguing look. You were never into good boys who dressed straight with matching underwear
  • He lifted himself up and brought the drink over to you,digging his gaze into you
  • Both of you just sat in silence, not knowing how to strike up a conversation. You wished people could just initiate sex without flirting or a hearty conversation. As rude as it was, it was easier
  • He smelled like honey and smoke
  • “Did you get stood up or something?” He asked. Your eyes widened at how close he was. The voice that melted you from within so far away was now ringing in your ear as close as anything could be
  • “Did you come back from a funeral? You’re definitely dressed like you are.” You were good at retaliation. Most of your attempts at flirting came off as mean and rude but he just smirked. He liked your vigour. One question led to another and his hands were up on your thigh. He was close, close enough for you to kiss his plump lips. “Not here,” he said, giving your thigh a hard squeeze. You bit your lip and just stared at those damned lips of his. He pulled you by the hand and led you out of the warm bar. The air was cold but his hands weren’t and as he led you to his car, you grew colder and more impatient. No one had turned you on like this
  • The pressure between your legs was immense as you were carefully thrown into the backseat of his car. Rough but gentle, he was. His movements and the smooth skin of his abs were the only thing you remembered. Followed by the intense euphoria his touches sent you into, a bliss, desperation for more, begging, screaming
  • He talked dirty but didn’t make you feel like a slut. It was more deep. This guy knew what he was doing. His tattoo covered arms were blush red, the blood running vigorously through him. His black hair had a blue sheen to them as they grew wet with his sweat. His tattoos making your small head wonder and the piercings that felt cold against your skin
  • When you both were done with your little activity, he sat back, instantly pulling out of you. Most boys would fall against you and whisper something sweet. Like “that was amazing babe” or “Maybe we should catch a drink later.” But not this lad
  • He sat back, pulling on his pants as you tried your best to cover up as quickly as you can. Heart beat faster than a horse and cheeks burning because of the excessive exposure of skin
  • He brought a cigarette to his lips, setting fire to it god knows when. You sat there staring him in awe, feeling a bit used as he didn’t say a word. I mean, you guys literally just fucked
  • He offered you a smoke but you denied, wanting to leave. “Uh I should go,” you uttered. He blew a puff of smoke through his nose and turned to look at you. The parking lot was empty and unlit. The only source of illumination was the moon and the far off street lights. The piercings on his ear glistened against the faint light. He looked like the devil, a beautiful devil that allured people into his den of sin. He leaned in, the fragrance coming back. He reached for your face and slid the stray strand of hair behind your ear. Your face was a mess. Red lipstick smudged and eyes black with run down mascara. You had faint red hickeys all over your collarbones. “Can we do this again sometime? And preferably not in my car”
  • A mistake once committed becomes a lifelong habit. You both slept with each other a daily basis. He was always stressed because of money dealing, drug dealing, enemies coming for his life. And you just needed to kill your boredom. Your fucked up relationship remained a secret to his gang and your friends. The last thing you needed was your friends to know that you sleep with this dubious boy who you knew nothing about
  • He never told the boys  because he didn’t them to think he was in love. Which he wasn’t, at least he thought so. He was the leader, the person that made everything run within and outside his clan. The leader people feared because of what he can do. A powerful delinquent who could not be moved from his stance
  • You were a distraction for him. Your hard demeanour, dainty face, small body. It was what attracted him. How you weren’t shy, how daring you were, how you never judged, never asked him who he really was
  • It had been a month and his feelings began to change. He was a broken person, love was the last thing on his mind. The last time he witnessed love was when his father had kissed him on his head and told him to be a good boy. The last kiss, the last glance and then he was gone. Taken away by the car crash, Johnny was alone. His mother remarried which made her even more distanced. She hated him, thought he was the reason why she had to marry his father. And once he died, she wasted no time in providing him with an abusive step father
  • When you arrived at his lavish place,one day, his gaze was different. His touches were softer and voice slow, like he was reciting the words to his favourite poem. You felt weird after, leaving his apartment with millions of thoughts in your mind
  • Later that week, he arrived at your place. It was a shock at first because he didn’t seem the kind of guy to arrive at a girl’s place. You were in your ugly pyjamas, not looking your best self. But he was a bloody mess. Red liquid spilled from his wounded lip and a big purple bruise sat on his eye. His white collar shirt was shredded, showcasing the wounds and gashes that were dangerously swollen and bloody
  • You were almost in tears, you had never seen anyone so broken before. He had been drinking too with his fists red carrying slits and bruises. He leaned against the door before falling into your arms. His hair were dishevelled. He still smelled the same. You could recognise his scent anywhere. You carried him to the couch, sitting him up and fetching a first aid box
  • You sat on his lap and cleaned his wounds. His eyes were closed and breath short and steady. He’d often flinch as you applied the anti septic to his sickly wounds
  • You didn’t know when you fell in love with him. Didn’t even know how and why. It just happened. That day, when you guys fucked..no..had sex. There was a difference between the two. There was definitely an unspoken feeling between you two
  • He finally opened his eyes and smiled when he saw you. “Hey beautiful,” he said. He still looked as breathtaking as ever. “Why Johnny? Why…” you cried, not holding back anymore. He pulled you into his chest and caressed the small of your back. You pulled away and stared at him with wet eyes. “Why do you do this to yourself? Get into fights, smoke, waste your life drinking?”
  • He stayed silent for a minute and then spoke. “If I told you, will you leave?” He almost whispered. You shook your head, throat in painful knots. “I’m a mafia leader,” he managed. You had a hunch he was related to people that were up to no good. That he was up to no good. You nodded, understandingly. As you raised your hand up to clean the wound on his cheeks, he stopped you. “I’m poison Y/N. I destroy things, decay them, make them cease to exist. But I’m-” You raised your eyebrows at him. “I’m also in love with you.” You smiled at that, half relieved and half excited. He held your face in his palms that had a metallic whiff to them, and pulled you in for a soft kiss. A kiss that tasted like salt, like water on a hot hot day. It was gentle, polite, beautiful. You wanted more.
  • That night he had made love to you,telling you he loves you with every move. You woke up next to him, his face still swollen and messy
  • Johnny wanted to keep your relationship undercover, still not letting the boys know about you. He acted strange at times, often cancelling plans because he wanted to spend time with you
  • It was less sex, more cuddling. More watching movies and exchanging jokes. He became human around you. Whereas with other people he would be tough and a pure hoodlum, he was so sweet towards you
  • He often warned you about people who might try to hurt you. He had made a promise to not lose you, after his father. He wanted to protect you the way he couldn’t prevent his father’s accident
  • He slowly broke the news to the boys, who were caught off guard
  • His clan was filled with gorgeous boys, ranging from teenagers to early adults. They were all so much more playful around each other, joking and running around like hooligans. It was a surprise because you had expected them to be dark and scary. Although they were like deathly wolves with other people, they were nice to you. One of the boys, Taeyong, would often thank you for the ways in which you had changed Johnny. In ways he had become more human, more gentle with the boys
  • Johnny wasn’t perfect. He was still a mafia leader who would interact with the wrong guys, carry out activities that were against the rules of a civilised society. He didn’t change completely. He was still the Johnny people feared and respected. But not with you. You were his everything. Every ounce of him yearned to protect and love you. And you didn’t want to change him either. For who he really was, broken and cold, made you fall in love with him in the first place.

A/N: I still can’t write smut and maybe it’s lacking smut stuff but eh…enjoy!

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neil and any of the fox fam with #1? i live for angst

01: “I’m sorry.”

In retrospect, they really should’ve hired some sort of security for the court. It sits nestled into campus like Palmetto’s gaudy oversized jewel, bright bright white like glaring snow, impossible to pass by without some part of you wanting to deface it.

It’s also like a neat little box with Neil’s name on the label. Even though his biggest enemies are mercifully holding back with an open palm and a cocked gun, he has a host of new people to fight since he’s been in the news. A thousand more misguided fans trying to come calling.

A year ago he would’ve understood that staying at Palmetto is like a wanted man staying in a burning house, waiting for the smoke or the police to get him first. But Neil has a taste for smoke, now. It’s so easy to stay at the court, where he’s surrounded by family — most of whom have mile long protective streaks and criminal records like the markings on poisonous snakes.

He’s not worried. He has Andrew simmering at his side with the best right hook he’s ever seen and a clinical willingness to kill someone if the occasion should call for it. He’s wasn’t worried. He should’ve been worried.

It’s a former Raven who ends up coming for him; someone who took the tyranny of Riko’s regime and tried to shrug the crown on himself. Someone who got a taste for the sweet, dark paralysis of a life that’s never yours.

Neil never leaves a door to close without waiting for the click of the latch, so he can’t imagine how this bulky, wild-eyed person came to be facing him in the heart of the court, palming a gun from his pocket into a threat at half mast.

Neil’s head is a full suitcase. He can’t even see through the panic. There’s stuffing coming out of his eyes and all he wants to do is gather it up and run.

It’s stupid, really, that he hadn’t properly tried to see this coming. He’d discarded the possibility and settled into the flames.

The guy— Spencer?— is a raven dealer with an upper body that could incapacitate Neil with one well-placed collision. He watches the old raven line number shift on his chest as he shoulders the door to the court open. Neil considers the heft of a ball still in his racquet. His aim isn’t precise enough to take out the gun if Spencer still has the presence of mind to be a moving target. Kevin would know how to calculate his odds and find an angle that works, but all Neil has is his nerve and his speed.

“If rumour serves, you’ve changed a lot, Nathaniel.”

Neil shifts backwards, adjusting his grip and breathing through the familiarity of the gesture. Hunted, defended, retreating.

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I AM SO INTO THIS SHIT YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

I tried to make them kinda different, but in the end they still wound up pretty similar, Please Forgive.

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I Got You Part 4

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Summary:  Dean and Sam rescue the reader from torture.  Who kept her and why?

Word Count:  1605

Warnings:  Language, violence

As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated.  Tags are at the bottom. 

I Got You Masterlist 

Originally posted by peachesandkookies

I Got You Part 4

Startled, Dean releases you and you both draw your weapons. Dean darts out the door, racing down the hallway. You desperately try to keep up. He skids to a stop in front of an open door, his eyes narrowing. The hunter in him shines through, clear as day. It’s in the tightness of his jaw, the drop of his shoulder, the steadiness of his gun. God knows what he sees in that room, but he doesn’t waver, he doesn’t flinch.

Before you can reach the door, the sound of another gunshot fills the cold, sterile space. Dean doubles over and grabs his leg, crumpling to the floor. Terror strikes you, you don’t know where he’s been hit. You don’t know if Sam is alive. Everything is wrong. So fucking wrong.

Coming to an abrupt halt in the doorway, placing yourself between Dean and the doorway, you train your gun on the man in the room.  

“Ah, there you are, (Y/N),” he says.

That voice.

You know that voice.The blood roars in your ears, your heart hammering against your ribcage. Without hesitation, you squeeze the trigger and shoot him point blank in forehead. He drops like a bag of stones, slamming his head on a metal table on the way down.

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MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE SENTENCE MEME

THREE CHEERS FOR SWEET REVENGE

change pronouns and such as needed ( tw death, tw suicide, tw gore)

HELENA
❝ We are so far from you. ❞
❝ So long and goodnight. ❞
❝ Things are better if I stay. ❞
❝ What’s the worst that I can say? ❞
❝ Well, I’ve been holding on tonight. ❞
❝ Can you hear me? Are you near me? ❞
❝ If you carry on this way things are better if I stay. ❞
❝ Can we pretend to leave and then we’ll meet again. ❞
❝ What’s the worst that I can say? Things are better if I stay. ❞
❝ And what’s the worst you take from every heart you break? ❞
❝ And what’s the worst you take from every heart you break? ❞
❝ Came a time when every star fall brought you to tears again. ❞
❝ Burning on, just like the match you strike to incinerate the lives of everyone you know. ❞

GIVE ‘EM HELL KID
❝ Do you care at all? ❞
❝ What’d you call me? ❞
❝ Can we settle up the score? ❞
❝ We are young and we don’t care. ❞
❝ Well, I’m a total wreck almost every day. ❞
❝ Well, there’s no way I’m kissing that guy! ❞
❝ This is how we like to do it in the murder scene. ❞
❝ We never wanted it to be this way for all our lives. ❞
❝ Go on live your life but I miss you more than I did yesterday. ❞
❝ Some might say we are made from the sharpest things you say. ❞
❝ So c'mon show me how ‘cause I mean this more than words can ever say. ❞
❝ Well, don’t I look pretty walking down the street in the best damn dress I own? ❞ 

TO THE END
❝ Let’s go down! ❞
❝ Increase the medication. ❞
❝ Share the vows at the wake. ❞
❝ He doesn’t have many friends. ❞
❝ Would you carry me to the end? ❞
❝ If you marry me would you bury me? ❞
❝ Walk away from the choice you made. ❞
❝ He calls the mansion not a house, but a tomb. ❞
❝ Send my resignation to the bride and the groom. ❞
❝ He’s always choking from the stench and the fumes. ❞
❝ She’s got a life of her own and it shows by the Benz. ❞
❝ Say goodbye to the heart you break and all the cyanide you drank. ❞ 

YOU KNOW WHAT THEY DO TO GUYS LIKE US IN PRISON
❝ Well, I miss my mom. ❞
❝ I’ll kiss your lips again. ❞
❝ Life is but a dream for the dead. ❞
❝ Your life will never be the same. ❞
❝ Come with your arms raised high! ❞
❝ Well, they’re never going to get me. ❞
❝ On your mother’s eyes, say a prayer. ❞
❝ We’re just two men as God had made us. ❞
❝ Ah, nobody knows all the trouble I’ve seen. ❞
❝ Too much, too late, or just not enough of this. ❞
❝ They all cheat at cards and the checkers are lost. ❞
❝ I won’t go down by myself but I’ll go down with my friends. ❞
❝ Nobody cares if you’re losing yourself. Am I losing myself? ❞
❝ Pain in my heart for your dying wish, I’ll kiss your lips again. ❞
❝ Will they give me the chair, or lethal injection, or swing from a rope? ❞ 

I’M NOT OKAY (I PROMISE)
❝ I’m okay. ❞
❝ I’m not okay. ❞
❝ I’m not o-fucking-kay. ❞
❝ I mean this, I’m okay! ❞
❝ I held you close as we both shook. ❞
❝ For the last time, take a good hard look. ❞
❝ Well if you wanted honesty, that’s all you had to say. ❞
❝ What will it take to show you that it’s not the life it seems? ❞
❝ You really need to listen to me because I’m telling you the truth. ❞
❝ You said you read me like a book, but the pages all are torn and frayed. ❞
❝ Remember when you broke your foot from jumping out the second floor? ❞
❝ I’ve told you time and time again, you sing the words but don’t know what it means. ❞

THE GHOST OF YOU
❝ I remember now. ❞
❝ If I died, we’d be together. ❞
❝ You are never coming home. ❞
❝ I never said I’d lie and wait forever. ❞
❝ At the top of my lungs in my arms, she dies. ❞
❝ I can’t always just forget her but she could try. ❞
❝ Ever get the feeling that you’re never all alone? ❞
❝ For all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me. ❞
❝ All the things that you never ever told me and all the smiles that are ever… ❞

THE JETSET LIFE IS GONNA KILL YOU
❝ It gives the blind sight. ❞
❝ I’d like to learn your name. ❞
❝ Well, I hope you do the same. ❞
❝ It’s just the hardest part of living. ❞
❝ For the last night I lie could I lie with you? ❞
❝ I’m just the worst kind of guy to argue with. ❞
❝ Slip into the tragedy, you’ve spun this chamber dry. ❞

THANK YOU FOR THE VENOM
❝ You never had a chance. ❞
❝ Hallelujah, lock and load. ❞
❝ Just give me what I need. ❞
❝ You’ll never make me leave. ❞
❝ What’s life like, bleeding on the floor? ❞
❝ If this is what you want then fire at will. ❞
❝ Love is the red rose on your coffin door. ❞
❝ I’m just the way that the doctor made me. ❞
❝ Preach all you want but who’s going to save me. ❞
❝ Give me all your hopeless hearts and make me ill. ❞
❝ You’re running after something that you’ll never kill. ❞
❝ So give me all your poison and give me all your pills. ❞
❝ Love it, or leave it, you can’t understand a pretty face. ❞
❝ You want to follow something? Give me a better cause to lead. ❞

HANG ‘EM ON HIGH
❝ Would I lie to you? ❞
❝ Bury me and fade to black. ❞
❝ That girl’s not right in the brain. ❞
❝ Well, I’ve got something to say. ❞
❝ Don’t stop if I fall and don’t look back. ❞
❝ Get your gun and meet me by the door. ❞
❝ After all is said and done, climb out from the pine box. ❞
❝ Would I die for you? Well, here’s your answer in spades. ❞

IT’S NOT A FASHION STATEMENT, IT’S A FUCKING DEATHWISH
❝ I’ve lost my fear of falling. ❞
❝ Would you kill me in my sleep. ❞
❝ I’m taking back the life you stole. ❞
❝ You told me this gets harder. Well, it did. ❞
❝ Just you and I your starless eyes remain. ❞
❝ Do you remember that day when we met? ❞
❝ You’re running out of places to hide from me. ❞
❝ When you go just know that I will remember you. ❞
❝ You get what everyone else gets. You get a lifetime. ❞
❝ Promise me that when I’m gone you’ll kill my enemies. ❞
❝ I’m coming back from the dead and I’ll take you home with me. ❞
❝ This hole you put me in wasn’t deep enough and I’m climbing out right now. ❞

CEMETERY DRIVE
❝ I won’t stop dying. ❞
❝ When will I miss you? ❞
❝ If you want, I’ll keep on crying. ❞
❝ Did you get what you deserve? ❞
❝ They found you on the bathroom floor. ❞
❝ It isn’t that much fun, staring down a loaded gun. ❞
❝ Crash the cemetery gates in the dress your husband hates. ❞

I NEVER TOLD YOU WHAT I DO FOR  A LIVING
❝ But I lied. ❞
❝ Well, I tried. ❞
❝ We’re all dead now. ❞
❝ Can I meet you alone? ❞
❝ Clean me off. I’m so dirty, babe. ❞
❝ Just get in line and I’ll grieve you. ❞
❝ You can say a prayer if you need to. ❞
❝ Touched by angels though I fall out of grace. ❞
❝ We’ll all dance along to the tune of your death. ❞
❝ I can’t clean the blood off the sheets in my bed. ❞
❝ They gave us two shots to the back of the head. ❞
❝ It ain’t the money and it sure as hell ain’t just for the fame. ❞
❝ Another knife in my hands, a stain that never comes off the sheets. ❞
❝ I’m so dirty, the kind of dirty where the water never cleans off the clothes. ❞

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◇ “No-one is more deserving than you, my love.”

◇ Junhoe x reader

◇ vampire!au

◇ requested by anon; Vampire!junhoe pleaseeeeeee 💘💘💘

◇ i find it weird but whenever i write for junhoe i end up writi g something completely different to my other works - for example, my other vamp fics are so different from this one!! But i hope u guys enjoy anyway bc i quite like it

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Humans like to think that they’re alone in the world. Alone in the universe, too. Maybe it scares them to think about more powerful, unique creatures. Maybe they’re secretly aware, somewhere in their subconscious, that they’re weak, fragile, unprotected. That makes humans dangerous, because they try too hard to prove others wrong.

Humans are lucky that the other side of things — the ‘weird’ side — is so merciful. How grateful they should be that the things that go bump in the night decide to stay hidden in the shadows, the alleyways, through secret doorways and portals. Humans can easily be overthrown, but sending the world into chaos isn’t something anyone is particularly fond of doing, and that results in fear of being discovered.

If a person tries hard enough, maybe they’ll be able to see through to the other side: a girl with purple hair and eyebrows in the flower shop was making roses grow with a flick of her wrist — a barista, with bright green eyes, from the corner of your eye, looks as if he has another set of arms.

It’s all about perception, and fortunately for otherworldly Beings, that has never been the strong point for humans.

Our story starts at a shop that mortal eyes can only see at the witching hour on a Wednesday in March when the weather is just right and the wind is travelling at a certain speed — your shop.

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Breaking Protocol

Written for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash‘s Negan writing challenge part 2.

Prompt: Sheriff Negan

Characters: Negan x OFC (Evelyn)

Warnings: Smut, fluff

Summary: Evelyn, a former FBI agent and her son are kindapped only to be reunited with her old flame, a CIA agent named Negan who she thought was dead.

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The Foxhole Court, Chapter 14 – Ohana Means Family (And Family Means No One Gets Left Behind Or Murd– Oh).

In which we are treated to part 2 of Fun Suspicious Club Times, Andreil has Important Moments™, Nicky has thoughts on family, and I have all the feels. Guest starring: Murder!

Sounds good? Then it’s time for Nicki to read – and finish – The Foxhole Court.

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Sparks Chapter 6

Originally posted by lovelynemesis

Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV)

Word Count: 2.2K

Summary: After Bucky’s night terror episode he is ashamed and avoids y/n. y/n, not liking to be ignored, makes Bucky talk things out with her. Bucky and y/n go for a walk through the park and get bubble tea and climb a tree in the middle of the night and have deep convos. They get closer as friends.

A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendship and then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 66 pages. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.

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Guardian (VII)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You/Jongdae/Baekhyun

Rating: PG

Word Count: 3,210

Summary:  You keep seeing the same guy everywhere you go. In the coffee shop, on the streets, in your philosophy class. It’s getting to the point where you think he’s stalking you - only to realize that maybe there’s something much more mysterious at play here. (AU: Chen is your guardian angel)


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Red Hood X Reader- Partners

A woman was walking home alone after a long day at work. Usually she would work until 4:00, but someone didn’t show up for their shift at work.  She didn’t mind filling in for her co-worker, and didn’t think about the dangers of Gotham’s streets at night.  Gotham had its heroes and they would protect her. Right?  Batman and Robin would be there to save her from the crooks that would attempt to steal her purse or worse.  Of course they will not always be there to save a random civilian like herself.  She was too busy thinking about all of those horrible things to notice that her fears will catch up to her pretty soon.  The woman was only a block away from her apartment when she was pulled into the dark alleyway she was passing.  Luckily this woman was not you.

“Give me all ya got, lady,” the crook sneered while holding up a knife to her throat.

“You know,” you spoke up, “there’s a reason why people get a job and I guess you didn’t get the memo.”

The crook looked around and saw no one in the abandoned alley.  

“Up here, dumbass,” you shouted before shooting him in the shoulder.

He shouted in pain and dropped the knife.  A smirk crawled its way on your face as you jumped down from the fire escape.  

“Go home,” you said to the woman,” you’re safe.”

“Thank you.”

“Just doing my job, miss.”

She nodded and continued her journey to her apartment at a faster pace.  You looked over to the piece of filth you wasted a bullet on and dug your heel into the bullet wound.  Once again, he shouted in pain.

“Who are you?!” he yelled.

“I think that’s a bit cliché don’t you think?” you asked.

You knocked him out with the butt of your gun and handcuffed him next to a dumpster.  After that you made an anonymous tip to the cops.  You knew that the cops would be there in about five to ten minutes tonight, so you decided to book it before they arrive.  Isn’t that what Batman does?  You chuckle at that. You grapple to the top of a building and continue your patrol.

“You know it’s rude to follow people,” you said while turning around.

You heard a string of curse words before the ‘Red Hood’ emerges from the shadows.  Dramatic much?

“It’s nice to see you, Red,” you said.

“Nice to see you too, Angel,” he responded.

“The name sounds less intimidating if you say it like that.  I chose ‘Archangel’ for a reason,” you said and added with a deep voice, “to strike fear in the hearts of my enemies.”

He laughed and sat at the edge of the building.  You usually avoid Batman, but you love to hang around this guy.  He first ran into you about a year ago while you were storming an abandoned warehouse where a huge arms deal was going down.  You both sure messed up those criminals’ day and have been partners ever since. You joined him at the edge and began swaying your feet.

“Find anything interesting tonight?” you asked.

“Just the usual purse nappers,” he responded.

“And how’s Batsy? Still have family issues?” you asked.

“He’s still alive and he’s got a kid now.”

“He adopted another one?”

“Biological.”

“That’s new,” you said,” Who’s the kid?”

“A pain in the ass.  He was trained by the League his whole life and was dumped here by his mother,” he explained.

You remained quiet after that statement.  You knew about his past and he knew about yours.  Your parents ditched you at an orphanage right after you were born. When you were ten the orphanage became a slaughter house.  You were one of the lucky few that survived the onslaught.  Ever since then you vowed to stop whatever evil you could.  Classic backstory right?

“And Bats wants to meet you.”

You choked on your spit for a second and looked at him like a deer in head lights.

“He wants to what?”

“I let it slip that I was seeing someone and Dick wouldn’t leave me alone about it.”

“Great.  Now I have to reveal my secret identity to the whole Bat family. Thanks Jason.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“You owe me,” you said.

“Back massage and we binge watch your favorite T.V. show with all of the junk food you want,” he offered.

“Deal.”

À la vie, à la mort (Widowmaker x Reader Fanfiction)

My entry for the fanfic wrtiting contest of @overwritings
Thanks for taking it!


Summary: You and Widowmaker have been in a relationship for a few months, which proves to have hardships as you are an Overwatch Hero and she literally is your enemy. Also, the fact she enjoys marking her territory hasn’t gone unnoticed by Tracer. Someday, you will have to tell your best friend. But things take an unexpected turn.

Also, the Reader once had the biggest of crushs on Amélie Lacroix when she was still “alive”.

Word Count: 5227

Genres: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Cursing, Death

Those written like this are the Protagonist’s thoughts. They’re also in 1st person narrator.

Possible sequel: Rendez-vous avec l’araignée”

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LAW # 2 : NEVER PUT TOO MUCH TRUST IN FRIENDS, LEARN HOW TO USE ENEMIES

JUDGEMENT

Be wary of friends—they will betray you more quickly, for they are easily aroused to envy. They also become spoiled and tyrannical. But hire a former enemy and he will be more loyal than a friend, because he has more to prove. In fact, you have more to fear from friends than from enemies. If you have no enemies, find a way to make them.

TRANSGRESSION OF THE LAW

In the mid-ninth century A.D., a young man named Michael III assumed the throne of the Byzantine Empire. His mother, the Empress Theodora, had been banished to a nunnery, and her lover, Theoctistus, had been murdered ; at the head of the conspiracy to depose Theodora and enthrone Michael had been Michael’s uncle, Bardas, a man of intelligence and ambition. Michael was now a young, inexperienced ruler, surrounded by intriguers, murderers, and profligates. In this time of peril he needed someone he could trust as his councillor, and his thoughts turned to Basilius, his best friend. Basilius had no experience whatsoever in government and politics—in fact, he was the head of the royal stables—but he had proven his love and gratitude time and again.

To have a good enemy, choose a friend: He knows where to strike.

DIANE DE POITIERS. 1499-1566. MISTRESS OF HENRI II OF FRANCE

They had met a few years before, when Michael had been visiting the stables just as a wild horse got loose. Basilius, a young groom from peasant Macedonian stock, had saved Michael’s life. The groom’s strength and courage had impressed Michael, who immediately raised Basilius from the obscurity of being a horse trainer to the position of head of the stables. He loaded his friend with gifts and favors and they became inseparable. Basilius was sent to the finest school in Byzantium, and the crude peasant became a cultured and sophisticated courtier.

Every time I bestow a vacant office I make a hundred discontented persons and one ingrate.

Louis XIV, 1638-1715

Now Michael was emperor, and in need of someone loyal. Who could he better trust with the post of chamberlain and chief councillor than a young man who owed him everything?

Basilius could be trained for the job and Michael loved him like a brother. Ignoring the advice of those who recommended the much more qualified Bardas, Michael chose his friend.

Thus for my own part l have more than once been deceived by the person I loved most and of whose love, above everyone else’s, I have been most confident. So that I believe that u may be right to love and serve one person above all others. according to merit and worth, but never to trust so much in this tempting trap of friendship as to have cause to repent of it later on.

BALDASSARE CASTIGLIONE, 1478-1529

Basilius learned well and was soon advising the emperor on all matters of state. The only problem seemed to be money—Basiiius never had enough. Exposure to the splendor of Byzantine court life made him avaricious for the perks of power. Michael doubled, then tripled his salary, ennobled him, and married him off to his own mistress, Eudoxia Ingerina. Keeping such a trusted friend and adviser satisfied was worth any price. But more trouble was to come. Bardas was now head of the army, and Basilius convinced Michael that the man was hopelessly ambitious. Under the illusion that he could control his nephew, Bardas had conspired to put him on the throne, and he could conspire again, this time to get rid of Michael and assume the crown himself. Basilius poured poison into Michael’s ear until the emperor agreed to have his uncle murdered. During a great horse race, Basilius closed in on Bardas in the crowd and stabbed him to death. Soon after, Basilius asked that he replace Bardas as head of the army, where he could keep control of the realm and quell rebellion. This was granted.

Now Basilius’s power and wealth only grew, and a few years later Michael, in financial straits from his own extravagance, asked him to pay back some of the money he had borrowed over the years. To Michael’s shock and astonishment, Basilius refused, with a look of such impudence that the emperor suddenly realized his predicament: The former stable boy had more money, more allies in the army and senate, and in the end more power than the emperor himself. A few weeks later, after a night of heavy drinking, Michael awoke to find himself surrounded by soldiers. Basilius watched as they stabbed the emperor to death. Then, after proclaiming himself emperor, he rode his horse through the streets of Byzantium, brandishing the head of his former benefactor and best friend at the end of a long pike.

THE SNAKE. THE FARMER. AND THE HERON

A snake chased by hunters asked a farmer to save its life. To hide it from its pursuers, the farmer squatted and let the snake crawl into his belly. But when the danger had passed and the farmer asked the snake to come out, the snake refused. It was warm and safe inside. On his way home, the man saw a heron and went up to him and whispered what had happened. The heron told him to squat and strain to eject the snake. When the snake stuck its head out, the heron caught it, pulled it out, and killed it. The farmer was worried that the snake’s poison might still be inside him, and the heron told him that the cure for snake poison was to cook and eat six white fowl. “You’re a white fowl,” said the farmer. “You’ll do for a start.” He grabbed the heron, put it in a bag, and carried it home, where he hung it up while he told his wife what had happened. “I’m surprised at you, ” said the wife. “The bird does you a kindness, rids you of the evil in your belly, saves your life in fact, yet you catch it and talk of killing it. She immediately released the heron, and it flew away. But on its way, it gouged out her eyes.

Moral: When you see water flowing uphill, it means that someone is repaying a kindness.

AFRICAN FOLK TALE

Interpretation

Michael III staked his future on the sense of gratitude he thought Basilius must feel for him. Surely Basilius would serve him best; he owed the emperor his wealth, his education, and his position. Then, once Basilius was in power, anything he needed it was best to give to him, strengthening the bonds between the two men. It was only on the fateful day when the emperor saw that impudent smile on Basilius’s face that he realized his deadly mistake.

He had created a monster. He had allowed a man to see power up close—a man who then wanted more, who asked for anything and got it, who felt encumbered by the charity he had received and simply did what many people do in such a situation: They forget the favors they have received and imagine they have earned their success by their own merits.

At Michael’s moment of realization, he could still have saved his own life, but friendship and love blind every man to their interests. Nobody believes a friend can betray. And Michael went on disbelieving until the day his head ended up on a pike.

Lord, protect me from my friends; I can take care of my enemies.

Voltaire, 1694-1778

OBSERVANCE OF THE LAW

For several centuries after the fall of the Han Dynasty (A.D. 222), Chinese history followed the same pattern of violent and bloody coups, one after the other. Army men would plot to kill a weak emperor, then would replace him on the Dragon Throne with a strong general. The general would start a new dynasty and crown himself emperor; to ensure his own survival he would kill off his fellow generals. A few years later, however, the pattern would resume: New generals would rise up and assassinate him or his sons in their turn. To be emperor of China was to be alone, surrounded by a pack of enemies—it was the least powerful, least secure position in the realm.

In A.D. 959, General Chao K’uang-yin became Emperor Sung. He knew the odds, the probability that within a year or two he would be murdered ; how could he break the pattern? Soon after becoming emperor, Sung ordered a banquet to celebrate the new dynasty, and invited the most powerful commanders in the army. After they had drunk much wine, he dismissed the guards and everybody else except the generals, who now feared he would murder them in one fell swoop. Instead, he addressed them: “The whole day is spent in fear, and I am unhappy both at the table and in my bed. For which one of you does not dream of ascending the throne? I do not doubt your allegiance, but if by some chance your subordinates, seeking wealth and position, were to force the emperor’s yellow robe upon you in turn, how could you refuse it?” Drunk and fearing for their lives, the generals proclaimed their innocence and their loyalty. But Sung had other ideas: “The best way to pass one’s days is in peaceful enjoyment of riches and honor. If you are willing to give up your commands, I am ready to provide you with fine estates and beautiful dwellings where you may take your pleasure with singers and girls as your companions.”

The astonished generals realized that instead of a life of anxiety and struggle Sung was offering them riches and security. The next day, all of the generals tendered their resignations, and they retired as nobles to the estates that Sung bestowed on them.

There are many who think therefore that a wise prince ought, when he has the chance, to foment astutely some enmity, so that by suppressing It he will augment his greatness. Princes, and especially new ones, have found more faith and more usefulness in those men, whom at the beginning of their power they regarded with suspicion, than in those they at first confided in. Pandolfo Petrucci, prince of Siena, governed his state more by those whom he suspected than by others.

NICCOLO MACHIAVELLI, 1469-1527

In one stroke, Sung turned a pack of “friendly” wolves, who would likely have betrayed him, into a group of docile lambs, far from all power.

Over the next few years Sung continued his campaign to secure his rule. In A.D. 971, King Liu of the Southern Han finally surrendered to him after years of rebellion. To Liu’s astonishment, Sung gave him a rank in the imperial court and invited him to the palace to seal their newfound friendship with wine. As King Liu took the glass that Sung offered him, he hesitated, fearing it contained poison. “Your subject’s crimes certainly merit death,” he cried out, “but I beg Your Majesty to spare your subject’s life. Indeed I dare not drink this wine.” Emperor Sung laughed, took the glass from Liu, and swallowed it himself. There was no poison. From then on Liu became his most trusted and loyal friend.

At the time, China had splintered into many smaller kingdoms. When Ch‘ien Shu, the king of one of these, was defeated, Sung’s ministers advised the emperor to lock this rebel up. They presented documents proving that he was still conspiring to kill Sung. When Ch’ien Shu came to visit the emperor, however, instead of locking him up, Sung honored him. He also gave him a package, which he told the former king to open when he was halfway home. Ch’ien Shu opened the bundle on his return journey and saw that it contained all the papers documenting his conspiracy. He realized that Sung knew of his murderous plans, yet had spared him nonetheless. This generosity won him over, and he too became one of Sung’s most loyal vassals.

A brahman, a great expert in Veda who has become a great archer as well, offers his services to his good friend, who is now the king. The brahman cries out when he sees the king, “Recognize me, your friend!” The king answers him with contempt and then explains: “Yes, we were friends before, but our friendship was based on what power we had…. I was friends with you, good brahman, because it served my purpose. No pauper is friend to the rich, no fool to the wise, no coward to the brave. An old friend—who needs him? It is two men of equal wealth and equal birth who contract friendship and marriage, not a rich man and a pauper…. An old friend—who needs him?

THE MAHABHARATA, C. THIRD CENTURY B.C.

Interpretation

A Chinese proverb compares friends to the jaws and teeth of a dangerous animal: If you are not careful, you will find them chewing you up. Emperor Sung knew the jaws he was passing between when he assumed the throne: His “friends” in the army would chew him up like meat, and if he somehow survived, his “friends” in the government would have him for supper. Emperor Sung would have no truck with “friends”—he bribed his fellow generals with splendid estates and kept them far away. This was a much better way to emasculate them than killing them, which would only have led other generals to seek vengeance. And Sung would have nothing to do with “friendly” ministers. More often than not, they would end up drinking his famous cup of poisoned wine.

Instead of relying on friends, Sung used his enemies, one after the other, transforming them into far more reliable subjects. While a friend expects more and more favors, and seethes with jealousy, these former enemies expected nothing and got everything. A man suddenly spared the guillotine is a grateful man indeed, and will go to the ends of the earth for the man who has pardoned him. In time, these former enemies became Sung’s most trusted friends.

Pick up a bee from kindness, and learn the limitations of kindness.

SUFI PROVERB

And Sung was finally able to break the pattern of coups, violence, and civil war—the Sung Dynasty ruled China for more than three hundred years.

In a speech Abraham Lincoln delivered at the height of the Civil War,
he referred to the Southerners as fellow human beings who were in
error. An elderly lady chastised him for not calling them irreconcilable
enemies who must be destroyed. “Why, madam,” Lincoln replied,
“do I not destroy my enemies when I make them my friends?”

KEYS TO POWER

It is natural to want to employ your friends when you find yourself in times of need. The world is a harsh place, and your friends soften the harshness. Besides, you know them. Why depend on a stranger when you have a friend at hand?

Men are more ready to repay an injury than a benefit, because gratitude is a burden and revenge a pleasure.

TACITUS, c. A.D. 55-120

The problem is that you often do not know your friends as well as you imagine. Friends often agree on things in order to avoid an argument. They cover up their unpleasant qualities so as to not offend each other. They laugh extra hard at each other’s jokes. Since honesty rarely strengthens friendship, you may never know how a friend truly feels. Friends will say that they love your poetry, adore your music, envy your taste in clothes—maybe they mean it, often they do not.

When you decide to hire a friend, you gradually discover the qualities he or she has kept hidden. Strangely enough, it is your act of kindness that unbalances everything. People want to feel they deserve their good fortune. The receipt of a favor can become oppressive: It means you have been chosen because you are a friend, not necessarily because you are deserving. There is almost a touch of condescension in the act of hiring friends that secretly afflicts them. The injury will come out slowly: A little more honesty, flashes of resentment and envy here and there, and before you know it your friendship fades. The more favors and gifts you supply to revive the friendship, the less gratitude you receive.

Ingratitude has a long and deep history. It has demonstrated its powers for so many centuries, that it is truly amazing that people continue to underestimate them. Better to be wary. If you never expect gratitude from a friend, you will be pleasantly surprised when they do prove grateful.

The problem with using or hiring friends is that it will inevitably limit your power. The friend is rarely the one who is most able to help you; and in the end, skill and competence are far more important than friendly feelings. (Michael III had a man right under his nose who would have steered him right and kept him alive: That man was Bardas.)

PROFITING BY OUR ENEMIES

King Hiero chanced upon a time, speaking with one of his enemies, to be told in a reproachful manner that he had stinking breath. Whereupon the good king, being somewhat dismayed in himself, as soon as he returned home chided his wife, “How does it happen that you never told me of this problem?” The woman, being a simple, chaste. and harmless dame, said, “Sir, l had thought all men breath had smelled so.” Thus it is plain that faults that are evident to the senses, gross and corporal, or otherwise notorious to the world, we know by our enemies sooner than by our friends and familiars.

PLUTARCH, C. A.D. 46-120

All working situations require a kind of distance between people. You are trying to work, not make friends; friendliness (real or false) only obscures that fact. The key to power, then, is the ability to judge who is best able to further your interests in all situations. Keep friends for friendship, but work with the skilled and competent.

Your enemies, on the other hand, are an untapped gold mine that you must learn to exploit. When Talleyrand, Napoleon’s foreign minister, decided in 1807 that his boss was leading France to ruin, and the time had come to turn against him, he understood the dangers of conspiring against the emperor; he needed a partner, a confederate—what friend could he trust in such a project? He chose Joseph Fouché, head of the secret police, his most hated enemy, a man who had even tried to have him assassinated. He knew that their former hatred would create an opportunity for an emotional reconciliation. He knew that Fouché would expect nothing from him, and in fact would work to prove that he was worthy of Talleyrand’s choice; a person who has something to prove will move mountains for you. Finally, he knew that his relationship with Fouché would be based on mutual self-interest, and would not be contaminated by personal feeling. The selection proved perfect; although the conspirators did not succeed in toppling Napoleon, the union of such powerful but unlikely partners generated much interest in the cause; opposition to the emperor slowly began to spread. And from then on, Talleyrand and Fouché had a fruitful working relationship. Whenever you can, bury the hatchet with an enemy, and make a point of putting him in your service.

As Lincoln said, you destroy an enemy when you make a friend of him. In 1971, during the Vietnam War, Henry Kissinger was the target of an unsuccessful kidnapping attempt, a conspiracy involving, among others, the renowned antiwar activist priests the Berrigan brothers, four more Catholic priests, and four nuns. In private, without informing the Secret Service or the Justice Department, Kissinger arranged a Saturday-morning meeting with three of the alleged kidnappers. Explaining to his guests that he would have most American soldiers out of Vietnam by mid-1972, he completely charmed them. They gave him some “Kidnap Kissinger” buttons and one of them remained a friend of his for years, visiting him on several occasions. This was not just a onetime ploy: Kissinger made a policy of working with those who disagreed with him. Colleagues commented that he seemed to get along better with his enemies than with his friends.

Without enemies around us, we grow lazy. An enemy at our heels sharpens our wits, keeping us focused and alert. It is sometimes better, then, to use enemies as enemies rather than transforming them into friends or allies.

Mao Tse-tung saw conflict as key in his approach to power. In 1937 the Japanese invaded China, interrupting the civil war between Mao’s Communists and their enemy, the Nationalists.

Fearing that the Japanese would wipe them out, some Communist leaders advocated leaving the Nationalists to fight the Japanese, and using the time to recuperate. Mao disagreed: The Japanese could not possibly defeat and occupy a vast country like China for long. Once they left, the Communists would have grown rusty if they had been out of combat for several years, and would be ill prepared to reopen their struggle with the Nationalists. To fight a formidable foe like the Japanese, in fact, would be the perfect training for the Communists’ ragtag army. Mao’s plan was adopted, and it worked: By the time the Japanese finally retreated, the Communists had gained the fighting experience that helped them defeat the Nationalists.

Years later, a Japanese visitor tried to apologize to Mao for his country’s invasion of China. Mao interrupted, “Should I not thank you instead?” Without a worthy opponent, he explained, a man or group cannot grow stronger.

Mao’s strategy of constant conflict has several key components. First, be certain that in the long run you will emerge victorious. Never pick a fight with someone you are not sure you can defeat, as Mao knew the Japanese would be defeated in time. Second, if you have no apparent enemies, you must sometimes set up a convenient target, even turning a friend into an enemy. Mao used this tactic time and again in politics. Third, use such enemies to define your cause more clearly to the public, even framing it as a struggle of good against evil. Mao actually encouraged China’s disagreements with the Soviet Union and the United States; without clear-cut enemies, he believed, his people would lose any sense of what Chinese Communism meant. A sharply defined enemy is a far stronger argument for your side than all the words you could possibly put together.

Never let the presence of enemies upset or distress you—you are far better off with a declared opponent or two than not knowing where your real enemies lie. The man of power welcomes conflict, using enemies to enhance his reputation as a surefooted fighter who can be relied upon in times of uncertainty.

Image: The Jaws of Ingratitude. Knowing what would happen if you put a finger in the mouth of a lion, you would stay clear of it. With friends you will have no such caution, and if you hire them, they will eat you alive with ingratitude.

Authority: Know how to use enemies for your own profit. You must learn to grab a sword not by its blade, which would cut you, but by the handle, which allows you to defend yourself. The wise man profits more from his enemies, than a fool from his friends. (Baltasar Gracián, 1601-1658)

REVERSAL

Although it is generally best not to mix work with friendship, there are times when a friend can be used to greater effect than an enemy. A man of power, for example, often has dirty work that has to be done, but for the sake of appearances it is generally preferable to have other people do it for him; friends often do this the best, since their affection for him makes them willing to take chances. Also, if your plans go awry for some reason, you can use a friend as a convenient scapegoat. This “fall of the favorite” was a trick often used by kings and sovereigns: They would let their closest friend at court take the fall for a mistake, since the public would not believe that they would deliberately sacrifice a friend for such a purpose. Of course, after you play that card, you have lost your friend forever. It is best, then, to reserve the scapegoat role for someone who is close to you but not too close.

Finally, the problem about working with friends is that it confuses the boundaries and distances that working requires. But if both partners in the arrangement understand the dangers involved, a friend often can be employed to great effect. You must never let your guard down in such a venture, however; always be on the lookout for any signs of emotional disturbance such as envy and ingratitude. Nothing is stable in the realm of power, and even the closest of friends can be transformed into the worst of enemies.

fluff friday (saturday) “ghibli/runaway” {keep yourself a secret} [narusaku]

dedicated to @obsessed-lass who reminds me of my love of narusaku when I first read naruto. you’re great!

this is a castle in the sky au that I want to expand when I have time. I have the worst time management skills, lol.


“You sure you’ve got this under control?”

“You can count on me!” Sakura exclaims, hefting buckets filled with coal onto her shoulders. “Go on! I know Asuma wants you home in time for dinner.”

Kurenai chuckles, eyes soft as she ruffles Sakura’s hair. “He does kick up quite a fuss if I’m not home when the station actually closes. Should I bring you some of his pastries tomorrow?” She grins. “If I tell him it’s for you he’ll even bake them fresh.”

“You’ve got yourself a deal! Will he make—”

“The berry tart with extra strawberries? Of course,” Kurenai says before tossing the keys to Sakura. “I expect you here bright and early to open up. Hiruzen will panic if we aren’t up and running on time.”

“Got it!”

Sakura watches as Kurenai takes the elevator out of what is affectionately termed “The Pit,” before returning to her task. She dumps the coal into the bins by the trains, prepping for the bustle of the coming day. Sakura places the buckets back in the closet and snatches up the ring of keys.

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anonymous asked:

soldier, mccree, and hanzo reacting to their short and charming male s/o turning into a big badass werewolf in the middle of combat to protect him when s/o saw him injured. (seperately, please! and thanks!!)

Soldier76:

- After being knocked back from a blast, his gun was thrown away from him and his visor smashed and so his sight was seriously impaired. The large omnic stepped closer menacingly, refilling its gun

- Lying on the ground, his head throbbed when suddenly he saw his s/o dash out in front of them, to which he shouted for them to move, whilst pushing himself upright

- Unexpectedly, the handsome agent burst into somekind of.. creature, growling deeply at the enemy

- Soldier gasped at this, his eyes narrowed trying to get a cleared view, but from what he could see.. it seemed like some sort of huge wolf

- His s/o smashed the enemy to pieces easily with their large claws, growling as it destroyed large guns with one pounce

- Once the threat was eliminated, Soldier sat up fully in total shock of what just happened. He’d whisper his s/o’s name, to which they responded - bounding over to him happily and licking his face

- Soldier’s blue eyes widened in shock, before hesitantly patting their head.. “I didn’t know what was even possible”

Mccree

- Pushed into a corner with a gun to his head, Jesse was pretty darn sure he was going to die. His body shook in fear as he shut his eyes, waiting for the impact… but it never came

- Opening one eye, he say s/o holding his captor by the throat and pinning him to the wall. He shout their name in fear, desperately telling them to run away, but they just smiled and winked which made Jesse’s draw drop

- Jesse wondered what the hell they were doing until suddenly their body shook violently - blue veins becoming prominent under their skin, large fangs appearing from under their grinning lips as their eyes turned a dangerous yellow

- Mccree yelped and held on to his hat as you transformed into your wolf form, leaping forward and snapping your jaws down on the enemy’s neck - resulting in a loud clicking sound

- The cowboy remained sitting there with his mouth wide open and his eyes wide, as you curled up in his lap. Slowly your ears and tail melted away as you smirked up at him, closing his mouth with your hand. “Sooo.. what do you think?” you asked nervously.

- Jesse looked at you and then the enemy on the other side of the room. Finally he shook his head and smiled, “I think that i’m flaming happy that you’re on my side and not his”

Hanzo

- Roughly his enemy kicked him in the chest, sending him flying backwards. His back colliding with the stone wall behind him.  Totally winded, Hanzo groaned and clutched his side as the enemy walked closer

- Towering over him with a foot on either side of his torso, they held a large sword to his neck, a simple smile on their face. “Goodbye Shimada” they hissed, lifting the sword to strike down again

- Before he knew it however, something large leapt over him, tackling the enemy and pinning them to the ground

- Hanzo weakly stood up, adjusting his vision as he looked across to see what save him.

- Catching him off guard,  a large black creature that could resemble a wolf was tearing the enemy’s face into shreds

- His eyes widening, he dashed to grab his bow and strung it, aiming it directly at the creature. 

- When it turned to face him however, the sound of the bow clattering on the floor echoed across the room. Those eyes.. he recognised them..

- “Name?” he whispered, backing up out of fear. Stepping away from the corpse, the creature shook, fur disintegrating until a short male stood up

- Making your way over to him, you practically sauntered with a massive grin on your slightly bloody face. “Hi handsome” you purred, trying not to laugh as a blush formed across Hanzo’s pale cheeks

Hydrangea, touken AU

Summary: AU. Touka saves Kaneki’s life one night when he tries to kill himself by jumping off a bridge. What he doesn’t know is that Touka desired to do the same thing. Trapped by despair, the two decide to make a terrible promise: to kill themselves together when fall arrives. But, could love be strong enough to give them a reason to keep on living? One-shot.

Rating: T, romance and angst | Words: 1,2213k | Read on AO3 / FF.net. If you like it, please reblog! ♥

A/N: Ahhh, it’s finally published! thank you all for having shown such a deep interest in this summary. This story was very important to me and I cried a lot while writing it. I recommend you to listen to the playlist that I made for a more immersive experience, you can listen to it here (x) Also, thank you sooooo much @timid-mew​ for editing this shitty thing! I love you <3 anyway, feedback is always welcome, enjoy the reading!

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“What are you doing?”

Her inquisitive eyes scrutinize his pale face, waiting for an answer.

“I’m trying to kill myself,” he says a few seconds after.

One, two, three…

She frowns slowly, cherry lips sighing the smoke of her cig with grace. For a moment, he catches a glimpse of melancholy in her eyes.

“Me too…” she admits, squinting her eyes after an uncomfortable pause. “You don’t strike me as someone who wants to commit suicide.” she adds afterwards, taking in his appearance one more time and concludes, “Actually, I don’t think you have the guts to do it.”

Her honesty makes him smile. From his lips, a dry and bitter giggle comes to life.

"You would be surprised.” He whispers and the kindness shining within his eyes, minutes after jumping off into the abyss, provokes a mess in her mind.

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Tenzo’s hair

I wrote this as a big thanks for awesome @wilhelminafae who did this perfection for me and inspired me greatly. <3 

It’s a prequel for this. Set approximately 10 months before the other story. Tenzo is 18 and Kakashi 22.

Pairing: KakaYama (pre-slash, pining and all that angst stuff)

Word count: 10474

Warning: graphic depiction of violence

Part 2 of the Kakashi’s and Yamato’s not so ordinary (mis)adventures series


Kakashi plunged his hand into his hip pouch and threw several shurikens at his pursuer, multiplying them with shadow clone jutsu as they flew. The heavy thud of a body behind him signalled his attack was successful to hinder the enemy but a pained groan suggested they were still alive. With the intention to correct this he turned on his heel, kunai appearing in his hand. One swift movement and the bandit was finished off. One more enemy down.

On the right from him Yuugao just ran her katana through her opponent’s chest and behind her Ko released a fireball jutsu. His enemy tried to counter the attack with their suiton but the jutsu was too weak for that, leaving her burned badly. Kakashi looked to the left where he felt the traces of the very familiar chakra of his most valued subordinate (as a captain he shouldn’t favour anyone but Tenzo was a forever exception case for him) the last time he checked but now it was nowhere to be sensed along with its owner.

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Kaotic Koncepts: Team Rose Gameplay/Controls for 2D Sonic Game Idea

Heyah everyone! I’m back with this whole idea again and this time I’m going to unveil the gameplay/controls of Team Rose! Sorry to keep any of you waiting for this ^_^; I meant to post this on Monday, but I completely forgot lol And I couldn’t do it yesterday because Sonic Forces revealed their “Custom Hero” feature and this would drowned in the hype XD Coincidentally, that feature is kind of what I’m trying to do, just applying it to the canon characters and it’s strictly for a 2D game (though 3D would be awesome). *Ahem* Anyway, before I go on, I’m just going to remind you that I’m just sharing a general idea for how the characters in question would play in this game idea of mine; the main purpose is to see if the traits/abilities me and my friends have come up are good or not, not so much the numbers being presented. Maybe I’ve made Ring costs too much or too little, but that doesn’t matter. Also, not going to do a “Read More” >:D 


Amy Rose

Overview: Have no fear, Underdo- I mean, Amy Rose is here! At last we get to this pink hedgehog, for Amy is one of my top favorite characters! Literally a close second to Cream, Amy’s own sidekick! Damn shame though that, thanks to Sonic Team’s handling of her character, Amy’s one of the most polarizing characters in this franchise… Well, even if it’s strictly in gameplay manners, I’m going to do Amy some serious justice with this idea of mine!

So, the idea I’ve always had for Amy was to take her gameplay from the first Sonic Advance but make her more acrobatic, and most importantly, grant Amy the use of magic! I know there are people who oppose Amy using magic, but it makes the most sense to me; Amy had a fascination with the arcane and utilized tarot cards in the Classic era and I see no reason not to bring that back, not to mention her hammer gives off serious magic vibes. And so with that, I’ve given Amy the ability to triple jump via the “Arcane Arts”, able to grab onto Swing Bars and extra proficient with them, a fast swimmer, and being able to roll into a ball (not jump into one though, there’s a big difference there). And for both her Abilities, Amy makes use of those tarot cards she used to find Sonic back in Sonic CD; the first use being to basically look up the map of the level, but in a limited sense, and the second use is gaining every known power-up from the cards, at the cost of Rings of course. All that alongside a “stomp attack” that lets Amy plummet to the ground at a fast rate! Never forget that this rose has serious thorns!

Traits

-Speed Type

-Fifth fastest character

-Can swim; fast swim speed but medium breath duration and stamina

-Can’t jump into a ball

-Can roll into a ball

-Able to grab onto Swing Bars

-Medium durability; loses 65 Rings on damage but can reclaim 40 of them

-Has the unique “Arcane Vision”, allowing Amy to see past illusions such as invisible platforms or false walls

Move Set

Jump (in midair)- Magic Jump (Using her Arcane Arts, Amy is able to jump while in the air. Magic Jump gives the most horizontal movement of all available double jumps and Amy can use it twice for a triple jump. However Amy is vulnerable to any enemies she hits and she’s unable to attack. Can be done after jumping to the air from the ground, launched into the air from a spring, or even falling off a ledge into the air)

Up + Jump- Hammer Jump (Amy slams her hammer onto the ground and does so with enough force to launch herself into the air. Hammer Jump enables Amy to jump even higher than with her double jump, however she can’t move easily in the air like she can with the double jump and her horizontal movement especially isn’t as good. Upon using the Hammer Jump, Amy swings her hammer the whole time while flipping forward as if she’s doing “Air Hammer” repeatedly, making Amy automatically attack any enemies she hits and grab onto any Swing Bars. Note that pressing/holding Up does not halt movement)

Down + Jump- Spin Dash (Amy rolls into a ball and revs herself, gathering speed with each press of the Jump button. Once Down is released, Amy launches herself forward with the speed dependent on how much the Spin Dash was charged. Though she was initially incapable of this technique, Amy has trained herself in the art of the Spin Dash and has succeeded)

Attack- Hammer Strike (Amy strikes the enemy with her hammer. You couldn’t get a simpler description. When she’s not moving or simply walking, Amy slams the hammer down in front of her. When running, Amy swings her hammer horizontally, enabling her to attack while moving with only a slight penalty in speed. Hammer Strike destroys any non-armored enemies and Amy isn’t harmed by hazards on enemies. The immobile version of Hammer Strike can be used on a spring to launch Amy higher and faster than any other character)

Attack (in midair)- Air Hammer (While in the air, Amy flips forward while swinging her hammer downward, destroying any enemy and damaging bosses she comes into contact with. If the hammer hits a Swing Bar during this move, it will catch onto the bar and allow Amy to swing from it. Destroys all kinds of enemies and interacts with springs just like Hammer Strike)

Down + Attack (in midair)- Heart Slam (From the air, Amy slams downward with her hammer with intense force, creating a powerful shockwave of hearts upon hitting the ground. Destroys all but giant armored enemies)

Ability 1- Divination (Amy looks at her tarot cards and foretells the future, gaining complete view of the upcoming areas in a given level; all the enemies, Rings, Item Containers, anything. Divination allows sight of even the furthest areas in a level, but Amy’s unable to gain view of the area of a level she has already passed. Costs 40 Rings and has a 1 minute cooldown, with any damage forcing Amy out of Divination, which can happen since she’s completely stationary and vulnerable in this state)

Ability 2- Manifestation (Amy looks into her tarot cards, but instead of divination, Amy taps into their greater power to grant herself a power-up. Amy stands completely still while doing this, but she’s able to select any power-up in the game without relying on item-boxes, from the Elemental Shields to Invincibility. However, the power-ups cost Rings, with the most useful ones costing the most; invincibility always being the most expensive while the Elemental Shields shift price depending on the level) 


Cream the Rabbit

Overview: At last we get to Cream, sidekick to Amy Rose and my absolute favorite character in this franchise due to her interesting and adorable design coupled with her surprising badassery (I also wish real life kids would share Cream’s polite personality rather than mostly be brats). Sadly for me, Cream doesn’t get a lot of love from both fans and SEGA because she’s not overtly badass. Which is kind of odd given that Cream is easily the most powerful character in her playable appearances… Then again, being a game breaker isn’t exactly a good thing, and so my focus for Cream was making her more badass while keeping her balanced.

So, Cream’s playstyle remains mostly unchanged from Advance 2 and 3, being able to fly, jump into a ball, a send Cheese to attack enemies, but Cream is no longer able to roll into a ball and even forgot the Spin Dash, instead using her own version of Amy’s “Giant Step” from Advance 1. Cheese is also much less powerful, still able to destroy regular enemies but finding himself only able to stun Giant enemies, can’t even attack Armored enemies, and Eggman has Chao-proofed his mechs, so now Cheese is no longer a boss destroyer. On the plus side, though, this allows Cream herself to take on Eggman rather than send Cheese, and the polite tyke has learned new abilities to be further useful, namely using her rabbit feet to jump high into the air and stomp down onto enemies from the air, keeping Cheese useful by sending him to collect Rings and Item Containers, and Cream has also developed a mystical technique to craft herself a shield of light, which is temporary but let’s Cream tank 3 hits! This should make Cream a badass in a true way and do her justice! Cheese may have gotten weaker, but Cream herself becomes stronger, and those who would still view her as a non-badass in this game idea, I kindly ask you start reconsidering.

Traits

-Flying Type

-Highest jump of all characters (she’s a rabbit after all and very light to boot)

-Third fastest running non-speed character

-Tied with Charmy for most fragile character (loses all Rings upon damage and can only retrieve 5)

-Can’t swim; low breath duration

-Can’t roll into a ball 

-Can jump into a ball

Move Set

Jump + Jump (in midair)- Ear Flight (Cream flaps her ears like wings and flies through the air. Very fast horizontal speed, allowing Cream to reach far distances, but vertical speed leaves a bit to be desired. Lasts for 7 seconds, after which Cream becomes exhausted and falls to the ground completely helpless. Cheese slows Cream’s descent to a relative crawl but he is unable to do anything else for her)

Up + Jump- Rabbit Bounce (Cream channels incredible force to her already strong rabbit feet and jumps very high into the air, even higher than normal. Downside to this ability is that Cream does not jump into a ball, thus leaving her vulnerable to enemies, and she cannot enter Ear Flight from this jump)

Down + Jump- Rabbit Leap (Cream runs in place as she gathers speed for a momentous leap. Pretty much Cream’s version of Amy’s “Giant Step” from Sonic Advance but with a lengthier leap at the cost of slower momentum)

Attack- Chao Tackle (Cream commands Cheese to attack the nearest enemy, destroying regular enemies but only stunning Giant enemies and not even attempting to attack Armored enemies. Due to Eggman Chao-proofing his mechs, Cheese is also unable to attack bosses, though he is able to stun certain parts of a boss. Can be used in midair and while flying)

Down + Attack (in midair or midflight)- Rabbit Stomp (Cream puts her rabbit feet to good use and slams herself to the ground from the air, stomping anything below. Destroys regular enemies, with the stomp continuing after making contact with any, and deals good damage to bosses but only stuns giants and Cream will get damaged by hazards on enemies for obvious reasons)

Ability 1- Chao Fetch (Cream sends Cheese to collect any Rings and Items Containers in the screen. Can be used midflight)

Ability 2- Light Shield (Cream uses her Light Aura, a special new ability she gained, to craft herself a barrier of light. Light Shield protects Cream from 3 hits but only lasts a minute. This barrier also lights up dark areas to a minor degree and kills any ghosts who touch Cream. Costs 40 Rings and has a minute cooldown, which begins once the shield is gone)


Big the Cat

Overview: I bet you were all hoping for the other purple cat whose name begins with a “B”. Well, we’ll get to her later. For now, it’s Big’s time to shine! So, Big the Cat… I can’t deny, I don’t really have any feelings for this guy. I like him, I certainly don’t think he deserves the hatred he’s gotten and still gets. But I don’t really find his character all that interesting, save his design, and I often forget he exists. Granted, Big hasn’t had a plot relevant, let alone playable appearance, since Sonic Heroes! So, despite not much interest, I’m gonna give the big guy a chance and went through the trouble of making up some gameplay for him in a 2D game, which is something Big actually needs above all other characters since the major source of Big’s hatred is his fishing gameplay from Adventure 1.

It was a challenge, but I think I came up with something; basically, Big is the slowest character in the game (but in a way that works for the franchise) and has the second lowest jump. However, not only is Big the fastest in ball form but he’s practically invincible! However, Big cannot jump into ball form, so you have to rely on his Attacks, the Pole Strike and Body Press, in the air. And Big of course uses his fishing rod for both Abilities, with the first one being him using it as a grappling hook of sorts and the second being Big literally fishing like in Adventure. Though at least it’s massively simplified and you get incredible rewards from it in the form of huge amount of Rings or power-ups of the best kind. Big may be slow-witted, but his massive size sure makes up for it.

Traits

-Power Type

-Slowest running character in the game

-Second lowest jump

-Can roll into a ball 

-Can’t jump into a ball (except when bouncing on a spring)

-Strongest in ball form, possessing highest roll speed and destroys all kind of enemies. Ball form is heavy though and requires lots of momentum to continue

-Durable; loses only 10 Rings on damage and can reclaim them all

-Can swim; slow swim speed but great swim stamina and breath

-Able to climb up walls when colliding into one while holding Jump, via intense upper arm strength and cat claws. Slowest climber though

Move Set

Jump + Jump (hold)- Umbrella Descent (While in the air, Big shifts his fishing pole into an umbrella and floats down to the ground at a steady pace. Slows down descent the most out of all “float/hover” abilities but doesn’t give much horizontal movement)

Down + Jump- Spin Dash

Attack- Pole Strike (Big raises his fishing pole up and then swings down with great force. Destroys all kinds of enemies and has good range, all while not leaving Big harmed by hazards on an enemy. Only downside is that Big is slow in doing the attack and it can’t be spammed. Can be used in the air)

Down + Attack (in midair)- Body Press (While in the air, Big spreads out his arms and legs and aims his belly down at the ground. Big then slams down to the ground with his entire weight, plummeting down at the fastest speed and destroying all kinds of enemies on the way down and on impact. Hazards on an enemy, however, will hurt Big)

Ability 1- Frog Rain (Froggy appears on Big’s head and summons rain with his croaks, a technique he learned from the giant frogs of Frog Forest. The rain Froggy summons lasts for 30 seconds and causes plants to sprout from the ground for the duration, some launching Big into the air like a spring and others acting as platforms for the cat. Once Frog Rain ends, the plants wither away. Costs 50 Rings) 

Ability 2- Fish Goods (When adjacent to or above bodies of water, Big will cast his fishing pole to, well, fish. Big will then stand still with his line in the water, waiting up to 3 seconds for a “bite”; when a “bite” occurs, an exclamation mark will appear above Big’s head and you have a full second to press any button to reel in the fishing line, netting the cat Rings or a power-up. The Rings will be HUGE in amount and the power-up extremely useful to make up for having to stand still)

“Imagine Haldir falling in love you slowly, despite you being a human.”

http://imaginexhobbit.tumblr.com/post/107614543583/imagine-haldir-falling-in-love-you-slowly-despite

Note: Movie AU-ish where Haldir doesn’t die because YOU (hurray!).

Meleth nin = my love (for those who haven’t read a hundred of these fics using elvish words of affection)

The battle for Helm’s Deep rages long into the night under the black sky and sheets of pouring rain. Maybe you are human, weak, and untrained—no warrior, to say the least—but you can’t just sit back and do nothing.

That isn’t to say you aren’t afraid; far from it. Fear, and a healthy sense of self preservation, has you away from the front lines where the army of elves battles the Uruk-hai threat. You do stand with your fellow man, using your strengths to keep yourself and those around you alive, fighting any enemy that gets over or through the wall. You especially find usefulness in running supplies to the top towers and along the fortifications.

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4: This Is Where I Leave You

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: The day Bucky Barnes stumbles into your clinic with a bullet in his side is the day your life changed forever.

Warnings: unprotected sex (remember to wrap it people), brief mentions of blood/gore stuff

A/N: hey hey! so its been a while, but i just got a burst of inspiration for this story and smashed out this part! i hope you enjoy :) let me know what you think!

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Dreams of Syria are not unusual, and they always go something like this: the bone deep rumble of distant explosions, crumbling plaster raining in dust clouds around you, the wailing of those mourning the dead. You’re in the hospital, and it’s falling down around you but you can’t move an inch. People are screaming at you to help them, limbs half falling off and wounds so deep you can see organs spilling out, the shock-white of bone beneath blood that’s too red. You can’t help them, because you can’t move. You’re stuck.

When you wake up, every muscle in your body is stiff and sore. In this nightmare you lock up, paralysed, while you watch the world burn around you. You wake up with the guilt of having done nothing, of letting people die, and it stays with you for the rest of the day. And the day after that. Maybe it stays with you forever.

This time, you wake up to someone stroking your hair and calling your name.

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