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serotonins-stuff · 1 year

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Hurt | K. Bakugo

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Sypnosis: You were badly injured during a mission and landed in a coma. Bakugo has been by your side till the moment you woke up, and is currently taking care of you.

Warnings: angst, mentions of near death, mentions of hospital.

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You sigh loudly as you walk into your home. The air tense as Bakugo carried your luggage from the car into the house.

You had just came back from a long stay at the hospital, in a short coma for your careless mistake during a mission.

Bakugo hasn't had a conversation with you since you became conscious. He's just been giving nods and short responses, almost like he was avoiding talking to you at all. Was he angry that you put your life on the line during that mission?

The fact that he wasn't letting you do anything yourself started to irritate you too. You couldn't even lift your luggage without him grabbing it from you and mumbling something like "You'll get hurt"

You felt guilty for everything of course. Especially when you found out he's been by your bedside ever since you were admitted. During that time he wasn't taking care of himself either. You could tell from his eyebags and pale skin.

You sigh audibly, strolling into the house while Bakugo brought the luggage behind you. The air was so tense you could almost see it.

He strolls over to the kitchen pulling out 2 already-made dinners considering it was too late to cook anything.

"I'm not hungry" you voiced softly, walking past him and towards the stairs.

Not before he stopped right in front of you, blocking your path. "You're going to eat" he asserted.

"I said that I'm not hungry" you said with more emphasis, bubbling with anger by the minute as you tried to push past him but he didn't budge.

"And I wasn't asking" he outstretched the warm food towards you.

"Why are you being like this?" You narrowed your eyes at him. "Everything's ok so I don't understa-"

"It's not ok!" Katsuki snapped. For a moment everything was silent, except for the clattering utensils on the marble floor. The food he had warmed earlier was now scattered across the ground.

His chest was heaving slightly and you could tell he was agitated. Both of you kept eye contact, waiting for someone to make the first move.

"I was the one who carried your bloody body to the hospital" he started lowly, his Addams apple shifting uncomfortably.

"I was the one-" he pointed a finger roughly to his chest "Who felt you go limp in my arms"

He looked away from you, and you saw the shimmer of his eyes. Tears threatening to pool out of them but he held back. "I saw you die"

"I'm right here Katsuki" you inched closer to him pulling his muscular body into a hug.

He was shaking violently, his arms stiff and heart thumping wildly.

You caressed his back soothingly, trying to hold back your tears as you realized how difficult this must've been for him. Watching you on a hospital bed every wondering if you're even going to make it.

He took another deep breath, to prepare for what he was about to say. Tears were falling freely from his face. He held onto you like his life depended on it. Like if he let go he'd lose you again.

"Your heart...it stopped" his voice broke and your chest pained at that. "The doctors almost weren't able to bring you back"

He couldn't even bring himself to look at you, because every time he did, the image of various wires and tubes through your body came to mind.

His knees buckled and you held onto him when they reached the floor. " You were put on a ventilator and I thought you weren't going to -" he paused tears finally pouring out his eyes as you held him. He buried his face into your shoulder, his body trembling from his sobs.

"Hey," you said softly holding his cheek and wiping his tears "I'm right here ok?"

For the past few weeks this had been killing him on the inside. The thought that you weren't going to make it. The doctors were constantly telling him that you're heart was too weak and you weren't going to wake up.

He'd always yell at them and order them to do everything they could to save you. He'd cry at your bedside, holding onto your hand wishing you'd just wake up.

"I'm not going anywhere" you choked on a cry "I promise"

Tears flowed down your cheeks and you held him tighter, rubbing soothing circles onto his back while he sobbed. He held you even closer, the feeling of your warmth bringing him at ease. The feeling of your reassurance putting his mind at rest.

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thecampjuicebox · 6 months

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I was wondering if you could do one with Tav/Astarion where they’re in an argument because Astarion gets nervous about Tav putting themselves in danger because he wants to protect them (maybe set post defeating Cazador). And in the heat of the moment he accidentally shouts something like “why won’t you just let me help you Sebastian”.

And Tav gets sad and runs off thinking that Astarion only wants to be with them to alleviate the guilt of what he did to Sebastian or sees them as a replacement/second best. Maybe with some sweet fluffy smut at the end?

Thank youuuuu 🫶🏼

Oh my GODS this is incredible. EEEEEE I’m so excited!!! I'm so sorry this took so long. I chewed on this one for quite some time ahaha

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Pairing: Astarion x Tav(f)

Rating: 18+, Minors DNI

POV: 2nd person

Warnings: angst, fluff, couple arguing, injury, trauma, small amount of smut, piv sex, GAME SPOILERS

Shadowheart's careful hands hover over the gaping wound in your thigh, the sizzle of magic making your hair stand up on end. A quiet hiss leaves your pressed together lips.

"Gods, that hurts.."

"I know, Tav. I'm sorry. Please stay still.."

A heavy sigh rattles Astarion's ribcage and he crosses his arms tightly over his chest. The obvious disdain in his breath makes you squirm in your seat. Astarion is incredibly protective over you, often throwing himself in front of you in the face of danger. Even the most miniscule threats throw him into a frenzy. You find it endearing, mostly. This time is no different, the vampire pacing nervously back and forth outside of your small tent, his hands fumbling with one another to quiet his racing brain. This time he failed to protect you, a quick swing of Cazador's dagger bringing you to your knees. The vivid memory of the battle still shakes you to your core. The death. The decay. Cazador. The amount of blood that gushed from your leathers was startling to the entire party. Watching Astarion lose himself in the kill, his master lying lifeless on the marble as he drove the dagger through his chest more times than you could remember to count. The way the blood spewed and sprayed around you. It was nauseating.

You squeeze your eyes closed tightly, tears threatening the corners of your lids. Astarion's panic riddled voice still rings in your pointed ears. The way he screamed for someone, anyone, to help you. His quiet begging made your heart ache worse than the wound in your thigh. The final picture from that moment was the way he cradled you, the tears that stained his soft pale cheeks, his deep red eyes holding onto your fading gaze. Then you blacked out. Fell into the dark veil of unconsciousness in his arms. When you awakened, you were in your tent, Shadowheart bent over your body, cleaning and prodding the deep cut. Consciousness rushed back to you and nearly knocked the wind out of you.

A certain picture lingers in the back of your mind. Upon discovering the secret crypt that Cazador had hidden under his castle, your party stumbled across multiple spawn. All unrecognizable to you, but not entirely so to your spawn companion. The way Astarion's eyes softened at one spawn in particular made your belly ache, made a jealous heat rush over your spine and into your skull, burning in your eyes and throat. Sebastian. One of Astarion's first. The name tastes like bile on your tongue. Stings like acid. You love Astarion, no doubt, and the idea of all of his previous lovers ending up as spawn certainly made your skin crawl in the beginning. You'd learned to trust the vampire, though. Learned to navigate your fragile relationship. Watched him change even before encountering his master, and then watching him change even further after his master was finally dead. But Sebastian.. You could tell this man in particular cut Astarion extra deep.

"What in the hells is taking so long, Shadowheart?"

The venom in Astarion's voice throws you from your thoughts back into the harsh reality. You'd nearly bled out in that crypt. You carefully sit up on your elbows and stare down at the gaping gash on the top of your thigh, the sliced skin and mangled muscles making your stomach turn. Shadowheart flicks her eyes to you then back down to your injury. She's not used to this much blood. This much damage. Cazador's blade cut deep enough to sever flesh and arteries alike. It's a miracle you haven't bled out completely like the boar Astarion left on the road to the Blighted Village.

"Things like this take time, Astarion. A little patience would be appreciated."

Pain fizzles through your limbs. The familiar threat of unconsciousness blurs your vision and your body goes limp. Black spots dance in front of your eyes. Shadowheart gasps loudly, fumbling to quickly catch your head before it hits the ground behind you. Your lover shoves his way into the tent to assess the situation, dropping to his knees beside you to cradle you in his arms once more. Gentle fingers tap against your now sickeningly pale cheek.

"Tav? Tav! Stay with me, my love. Come on. Stay with me."

His voice is soft. Gentle. Riddled with panic and worry, just the way it was in the crypt not long ago. Your eyelids flutter closed, breathing slowing down at an alarming rate. The world quiets around you and the sounds of your yelling companions dulling to a muffled buzz.

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Astarion flips the page of his book carefully, licking the tip of his thumb to find better purchase on the smooth parchment. You blink your eyes up at the darkness and groan at the stiffness in your bones. How long have I been asleep? Palming at your eyes, you adjust your position, whining at the evident pain in your leg still. The vampire's eyes travel from the page to you and he flattens the book onto the floor, carefully crawling toward you. He coos, smoothing your hair back, guiding you back down to the bedroll.

"Be careful, my love. You're still healing. Shadowheart did an admittedly wonderful job patching you up, but you need to rest."

"Mm.. Hungry.."

A loud rumble in your stomach makes the vampire chuckle, sweet fingers moving down to rub circles over the ravenous organ.

"Stay here. I'll get you something to eat. I believe Gale is on dinner duty tonight. Don't move."

You nod, hair falling away from your face and onto your pillow, sprawling in silky waves. Reaching your fingers toward your leg, you feel over the bandage, the familiar warmth of blood making you pull away quickly. Your eyelids squeeze shut and you grit your teeth. Chatter erupts around the campfire outside of your tent. All of the companions laughing and joking making your head pound. The familiar scent of fire and food rouses your senses enough to help you rise from the bedroll, careful and calculated footsteps carrying you to the front of your tent. A distinct voice rings out above the others. Astarion.

"Gods, I cannot believe she just.. She always gets herself in these situations. I try to protect her. I do. She's just so careless.. So dumb sometimes. I'm genuinely surprised she's made it this far without far worse injuries."

Your heart sinks to the deepest pit of your stomach, bottom lip quivering at his words. You don't try put yourself in danger, and you especially don't need Astarion to save you every single time. Clenching your fists, you wobble your way out of the tent, face a dark shade of angry red. Your companions' eyes all flock to you and Astarion rushes to your side. Gentle hands reach out to steady you where you stand. You shove away from him, eyes like the sharpest daggers piercing directly into his skull. Everyone gasps loudly, Gale slapping a hand over his mouth to stifle the noise. Wyll shoves him with his elbow and eyes the scene carefully, fully ready to split up an altercation.

"D-Don't touch me. I've got it."

Gale clears his throat. Karlach shoves a large bite of food into her mouth, eyes flicking from you to Astarion then back to you. Astarion's eyes widen in confusion, his hands still held out where you originally were. Taking a step toward you, he attempts to help once more, teeth taking hold of his plush bottom lip. Rage bubbles up in your gut and you side step the vampire, stumbling and catching your balance before smoothing your shirt down. Shadowheart stands quickly, watching you intently.

"I said.. I GOT IT."

Your voice is hot. Your temper hotter. Molten, ready to absolutely erupt. Astarion's eyebrows and nose scrunch up, his fists balling at his sides now, not even the fires of Avernus burning as hot as his face.

"Why won't you just let me help you, Sebastian?!"

The camp falls suddenly silent. Sebastian? Your heart nearly bursts, fingers trembling now. Astarion really just called me Sebastian.. Shadowheart's hands slap over her mouth to stifle a loud gasp. The vampire's entire stature crumbles, hands reaching out toward you in an immediate apologetic grasp and you yank away from him as quickly as your injured leg will allow. Your vision goes white. Mustering all of your strength, you bolt toward tree cover, arm reaching up to cover your embarrassed and tear covered face, Astarion not quite quick enough to stop you from fleeing. He moves toward you and Shadowheart reaches out to grasp at his arm, tugging him back toward her, Wyll standing to move in front of him. Strong palms hold Astarion back and he speaks calmly at him, doing all he can to attempt to reason with the spawn.

"Astarion.. let her go. Let her go. Give her time."

Astarion shoves the two off of him, spitting between his words.

"I didn't mean to say it!"

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Your legs don't take you very far, your tired body collapsing into the grass just before a large clearing in the trees. You curl up on your side and sob quietly into your knees. Was it jealousy rattling your insides? Pain? The fear that Astarion still cared more for Sebastian than he ever could for you? That's it. You're fully aware of how difficult the idea of love is for Astarion. Your mind settles on the idea of jus being Sebastian's replacement. Second best. Tears and snot stain your face as you cry into the night air. Heavy footsteps barrel in your direction and you brace yourself with your legs, the still tender injury on your thigh aching profusely. Heavy breaths envelope you as Astarion drops to his knees beside you and scoops you into his trembling arms, the heave of his chest evident.

"Gods Tav.. Please don't run off like that.."

You don't have the strength to move. The will power to protest. Instead, you collapse against him, whining quietly, hands grasping at the silk material of his shirt. The wind rustles in the trees around you. Leaves blow past your two bodies. The air is quiet. Peaceful. Astarion simply sits there, holding you, fingers grasping onto any little part of you that they can, the closeness of your bodies the only thing keeping him from crumbling himself.

"Look at me.."

You refuse to move. A gentle hand scoops under your chin and lifts your head, forcing your eyes to meet your lover's. His confidence wavers for a moment, thumb moving up to wipe the warm tears from beneath your eye.

"I love you, Tav. You know that, right?"

Nodding, you chew your bottom lip, carefully considering your next words.

"Y-You're not just.. With me because you feel guilty about Sebastian, right? You're not trying to.. Fill some void?"

The look in Astarion's eyes is enough of an answer for you, but you settle against him, hand moving up to chew on the tip of your thumb. He stares down at you in disbelief, smoothing your hair away from your damp face. His words are soft like velvet and he leans in to your ear.

"I may exaggerate many things in this life. My love for you is not one of them. You are my everything, sweet Tav. My moon, my stars, my home. My safety. Without you, I would be positively miserable."

Without hesitation, your lips crash to his, a kiss so passionate it nearly knocks him backwards. His cold hands cup your warm cheeks and rub small swipes with his thumbs. Your heart swells in your chest. You've never felt a love so pure. And you didn't expect it to come from someone so broken. So damaged by the cruelties of life. So absolutely beaten down. In all honesty, you never thought Astarion, of all people, was capable of a love so true.

Moving carefully in his lap, you adjust your position to straddle his waist, his legs straightening out beneath you to allow you the room to sit comfortably. Confident hands slide up and under the silk nightgown you're wearing, finding purchase on the globes of your plush ass. Fingernails dig gently into the fabric of your underwear. You grin against his lips. "Mm.." Instinctively, your hips grind down against Astarion's, the pace remaining slow almost as if to ask for permission, earning a soft groan into your mouth. He knows your cues like the back of his hand and he happily obliges. One of his hands travels down the front of your torso straight to your already sopping cunt, rubbing circles over it for a moment through the wet fabric before he reaches for the laces of his leathers, freeing his already erect cock. You ignore the intense burning of the wound on your thigh, the pleasure of Astarion's fingers meeting your heat far easier to focus on. You raise yourself on your knees, lips not once breaking from Astarion's and he lines himself up beneath you. You reach one hand down to pull the crotch of your underwear to the side, your other hand guiding Astarion's length into your aching slit.

You sigh heavily into his mouth. He fills you up perfectly. Your walls stretch and burn around him deliciously before you begin to carefully bounce yourself, Astarion bottoming out with each bounce. His hands guide your hips, tongue fighting for dominance with yours. The moment is perfect. Your tear stained cheeks burn brightly in pure pleasure. All of your worries slip away into the abyss and the two of you ride out your ecstasy, bodies pressed impossibly close together, lips swollen and red from the constant back and forth of kisses. Astarion breaks away for a single moment, mumbling sweetly down at you, a gentle hand moving up into the back of your hair.

"Don't ever doubt your place in my cold little heart, darling. You occupy more space in it than you'd ever know what to do with."

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clickerflight · 9 months

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Burned at the stake: Part 2

We vibe. I really like this part, actually, especially at the end. The basis of this is that one time my mum gouged her hand on accident, and it hurt a lot when it healed because there had been a nerve ending that needed to grow back there a little.

Now imagine it for an entire body.

Content: Vampire whumpee, questionable caretakers, discussions on how to keep a vampire trapped, blood, semi detailed description of a vampire growing back their body, burning

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Part 1

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“Eurgh,” Joanna muttered to herself. She stood in the bathroom stall, case open on the back of the toilet. They only had about 20 minutes of stillness from the heart so she waited till she and Kyle were near the front of the line before going to the bathroom to hide the heart. She had lifted the board she’d use to get the heart to freeze flatter and saw the now white thing covered in ice crystals. She had a tanktop under her bra to try and keep the ice off her skin directly, but this was still going to be unpleasant.

“Are you alright?” a heavily accented voice from another stall asked and Joanna nearly swore and dropped the heart into the toilet.

“Er, yeah. I’m fine,” Joanna said, steeling herself to be silent as she hid the heart.

She slid the heart under her shirt, leaving the case in the bathroom and leaving the stall. She washed her hands, checking to see if the heart would be too visible, and left the bathroom before the other woman could leave her stall. She took her place in line next to Kyle.

They put their bags on the conveyor, put shoes and belts where they needed to be and passed through the detector. The cold of the heart was starting to melt and she was grateful that she'd put it in a ziplock bag so the water didn’t show through her thick shirt, though, at this point, any water stain that showed up would probably match her pit stains.

She sighed as they were passed through and her and Kyle started heading to the plane. As they finished loading, the heart began to move and she quickly slipped it down her shirt and into her bag.

“You’re doing it next time,” she muttered to Kyle, who just made a face.

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There was a heart on her kitchen counter. And she didn’t know what to do with it. Kyle had gone home after making sure she was settled. As settled as one could be with a heart beating steadily against the cold marble. She should sleep. The plane trip had been stressful and there had been some confusion with the luggage, but she couldn’t… well, she couldn’t help but feel bad about just leaving the heart to thump alone through the night.

The heart hadn’t shown any sign of growing back, and according to the internet, that wasn’t a good thing. It meant that the vampire was either diseased or severely starved. How long had the heart been out there to let a vampire drain completely dry? Did the sun speed up the process? How long?

Joanna felt like she was losing her mind watching the heart on the counter. It hadn’t even healed where she had torn it off the pole. She couldn’t…. Leave it like that, right? From what she understood of vampires, being just a heart was incredibly awful.

Joanna bit her lip. “I’ll be back,” she muttered, brushing her hand over the heart. She got out a thing of frozen beef, poking a hole in the wrapping and leaving it on the plate. A bit of beef blood should leak out and she could leave the heart in it overnight. She wasn’t really interested in poking herself to feed the vampire, especially if it turned out that the vampire was dangerous.

Still, she’d see if there were any butchers nearby in the morning where she could buy some blood for the heart.

She stayed up, listening to music and reading up on vampires and how they work and all the details about them while the meat thawed. Finally, she moved the meat to another plate and stuck it in the fridge. She might use it for breakfast the next morning.

Joanna picked up the heart and it pulsed against her hand in what she interpreted as a friendly way, though its pulse picked up whenever she held it, like it remembered being frozen.

“Sorry about that,” she said softly. “You’ll like this much better.”

She put the heart on the plate in the middle of the blood, stared at it for a moment, and then turned to go to bed without any further decorum.

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The Heart sat in the East hands. The Heart wasn’t certain of what the hands would do to it this time. Last time had been…. Unpleasant? The Heart couldn’t truly decide what to feel about it. It had been cold and dark and then it had been warm and the Heart could feel the East Heart very near. What was the purpose of it? What did it mean? What did the hands want with it now?

Then, the East hands gently placed it on a surface slick with-

The Heart was very content that night and the faint pain of missing flesh on the heart faded after only an hour.

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Kyle stood nervously at Joanna’s door, waiting. He rang the doorbell more frequently than he probably should have, but all he could imagine was Joanna bleeding on the heart and the thing exploding into a monster that killed her overnight. The stake hidden in his pocket didn’t feel heavy enough to be a good weapon, though he knew that it would be enough. Everyone knew. It was just a fact, wasn’t it?

The door opened and Joanna in all of her PJ glory glared at him.

“Get in here,” she said, annoyed, stepping back.

“Sorry,” he said, glad to see her okay and also quite displeased with her tone of voice. “Don’t mind me. I was just worried you’ve been eaten.”

She scoffed. “Eaten? Seriously, do you know anything about vampires? Even with a barrel of blood the heart wouldn’t grow back enough to eat me in one night.”

“Can I see?”

She waved him over to the kitchen where the heart was laid out on a plate. It pumped along happily enough. There were some stains on the plate, but it seemed that the now pink heart had absorbed most of it. The damage to its side was healed and it had even started to grow back its aorta and some fatty tissue.

“See, harmless,” she said, rolling her eyes as Kyle gently poked the heart, noticing the way it flinched back a little.

“Okay, harmless, but you’re not actually thinking of growing it all back, are you? It’s not safe!”

“Kyle. I’m not stupid. I’m making a plan, okay.”

“What kind of plan?”

“Well,” Joanna said, sounding a little uncomfortable now. “It’s, ah, I have a shed out back. I'm gonna clear it out and line it with silver or something. I was going to start planning it out today.”

“You’re….going to keep a vampire in your shed?”

“Only until I know it’s safe,” Joanna said with a shrug.

“And how are you so sure?” Kyle asked, raising an eyebrow. “That it’ll be safe?”

Joanna shrugged, glancing at the pulsing heart.

Kyle shook his head. “You’re insane. We’re insane. We shouldn’t be doing this. We should pass it off to one of those organizations that deal with this sort of thing.”

Joanna frowned, glancing at the heart herself. They should. But she didn’t want to. She wanted to know what the vampire knew, what sorts of things it saw. She… almost needed to know. The vampire was in the middle of Africa in a hidden jungle with enough ash to make a permanent clearing. How old was it? Where was it born? She needed to know.

“I’ll handle it, Kyle,” she said cheerfully. “Okay?”

Kyle gave her a look. “Okay. I… have to go help some friends write up some papers. Talk to you later.”

“See ya,” Joanna said, and Kyle was gone just as nervously as he came.

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Joanna let the heart only have faint blood leavings as she worked. Now that she had decided to build up her shed to hold a vampire, she worked on it faster than anything else she’d ever done. Of course, silver was very expensive so she had taken to looking up other ways to keep a vampire contained. If she just had silver cuffs attaching the vampire to something like a silver pole, it shouldn’t be able to cause her harm, and she would always carry a stake with her. The internet had revealed that vampires tended to be very weak after growing all the way back and would remain so for a while, so it ought to be easy.

Joanna looked at the prices of the items she would need and winced. It was all so expensive. She wished she could have taken the silver chains from that clearing and just paid a silversmith to use some of the links to make the cuffs.

She sighed and left her computer alone. She opened her kitchen drawer to grab a fork, prepared to eat some leftovers when she paused. She got the forks from a garage sale and found out later that they were silver. She wondered…..

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“So, uh, I thought you were growing it back,” Kyle asked, watching the heart on the counter. It pulsed along contentedly, now nearly covered in fatty tissue and starting to develop more veins. Still, it hadn’t grown much from where it had been.

“I am,” Joanna replied cheerfully. “Slowly. I’ll give it what it really needs when I have the shed done.”

“And how’s that going?”

“Great! I’m planning on putting a table or cot or something for it to lay on and covering the floor in these silver coins. I got them for a great deal from some older people who are cleaning out their house. I also managed to get in touch with a silversmith who agreed to get me some of his oxidized shaving I can put down too. Then the vampire can’t touch the floor and I’m going to figure out something to cuff a leg or whatever to the table so it can’t jump at me. Silver lock on the door, of course, already got that.”

“You’re really going for it,” Kyle said, feeling a little… sick? This was a person they were talking about. They were talking about how to trap someone in her shed. Then again, he had suggested it. He had wanted her to be safe but now…..

“Right? I can’t believe I was just going to grow it back without thinking about precautions. Thank you, Kyle.”

A needling voice in the back of his head said, yeah, thank you Kyle. He couldn’t help but imagine it was the vampire saying it.

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It was finished. Joanna stood in the shed, plate in hand with the heart and smiled at it all. The floor was covered in little silver trinkets, the silver lock shone in the sun, and the wood table stood ready for the Heart. She put it down and grabbed the bucket of pig's blood she had bought, opening it up and breathing through her mouth as she used a measuring cup to scoop some out and pour it on the plate around the heart. The heart pulsed faster in excitement and began to turn red as the blood infused with its cells, spreading all throughout. With so much blood to feed from, Joanna could watch the tissue grow back, the veins spreading out like little feelers, flesh starting to form properly around the heart, and even the pale beads of what looked to be bone beginning to form under the heart.

Joanna grinned and watched for a long time. She left only to get a stool to sit on and watch. She felt almost special to see a vampire regenerate from its baseline, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away. As the ribs started properly forming, she even pulled out her phone to record it as muscles formed behind the heart to separate it from the bones. It seemed that once the beginnings of bones formed the body focused on reforming those and the muscles and ligaments needed to hold it all together before worrying about the other flesh.

A spine had developed and the beginnings of a skull when Joanna finally convinced herself to sleep. She took the cup and drizzled blood all over the body one more time before closing the bucket and leaving, locking the door behind her.

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Blood. There was so much blood. The Heart had been content with what little it had been given as it eased the aches and gave it something interesting to focus on. Now, there was a plethora of it. The Heart consumed it eagerly, healing and regenerating. It could not feel outside of itself yet, but it knew it had more flesh than before, and would happily keep growing it. There was a faint strangeness that started to develop away from it. Like the awareness was beginning to migrate ever so slowly up a column. The heart sensed it with interest, intrigued by the feeling of it all.

There was a snap and suddenly there was only pain. He had no mouth with which to scream, no ears to hear or eyes to see. There was just the violent pain that seared up his spine, like someone was taking a silver knife and splitting him in half. He couldn’t move since he didn’t have enough muscles built yet. He couldn’t do anything but lay there and take it.

His mind whited out with the pain, the exact sensations printed into his memory. Esial was a being made of pain, and the pain was spreading as nerve endings spread into flesh. It felt like he was having his flesh gouged out with sharpened spoons. What little muscle he had was beginning to cramp as it flinched and pulled, trying instinctively to get away. He still couldn’t scream, but as more muscles formed, he started to spasm and move what little of his body he had, which was little more than a ribcage, skull, and spine.

He writhed on the surface he was laid upon. The surface disappeared and he landed on something that burned him, adding to his pain and slowing the regeneration. He writhed about, trying to escape the burning. He didn’t deserve this. He killed those people to protect himself but he didn’t deserve this! Why was this to be his eternity? Constant suffering was all he had known for so long. What had he done to deserve this? Why were his thoughts so loud? Why couldn’t he get away from the burning.

He wished desperately that he could scream.

Part 3

Esial: @whumpsday @honeycollectswhump

#vampire whump #whump #questionable caretaker #regeneration whump #silver whump #burning #boi is in for it #let me tell you

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eyedressbea · 20 days

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Expanding my last .txt post about "The D Train"

So! Why did he became so obsessed with Oliver? Why all of the sudden he lost all of his marbles over a man who just got in contact with after years without knowing about eachother? Why did Dan became such an emotional mess when we see him being this shy absent man in the first act of the film?

Dan is very, VERY complex. He's a loser, he's very insecure and has low self steem, he probably was like this in highschool as well. Perhaps he was just a shy nerdy kid who couldn't manage to get along with his peers not because of his shyness but rather because he's just awkward and makes everyone uncomfortable.

We see how he talks, he tries so hard to convince everyone that he's outgoing and an extrovert and that makes everyone back away from him, I mean, who wouldn't? If you have someone forcing a smile while trying to make friends with you, wouldn't you be a little weirded out?

He fails at every social interaction he has and ends up hurting himself in the process by noticing that his efforts are worthless, his peers lie to him in order to get rid of him, other's see him as inmature and not worth of their time.

This man has had his emotional needs neglected for years leading him to neglect the people who actually care (them being his wife and son) which ruins his only semi-stable connections.

Why does he neglects his relationships with his wife and son? He probably sees them as people who are bound to love and respect him so why would they matter if they're going to stay either way? (Obviously he changes this mindset at the end of the film after the whole mess he got himself into but Jesus, the fact that it almost took losing his family for him to see the good he had in his life just tells me this man has been depressed for a VERY long time.)

He's desperate, needy, clingy and all of that is put under the rug because he doesn't want to look un-cool to anyone more than he already is percieved.

So when Oliver comes into his life he feels a rush he has never felt, the adrenaline of something new, it's like he was given the last water of the dessert.

Picture this, people who often get neglected emotionally often take two paths in their forms of attatchment: either they get the anxious type or the avoidant type.

Dan got the anxious type, he has been rejected enough, ignored enough that he's willing to put himself under the knife in order to get a little, just a LITTLE of affection.

"I'm married, I have a family but what if we were in an alternate universe where I wasn't?" This isn't the type of stuff that someone who wants to forget he had an affair with his friend would say.

He DIDN'T want to forget he had an affair with Oliver, he DIDN'T want to forget what happened at Los Angeles because he's so needy and desperate that he's willing to sacrifice a family that loves him in order to live in this fantasy where at least someone finds him approachable and desirable.

He puts Oliver on a pedestal, everything bad that Oliver did was overlooked with rose-colored glasses; Dan didn't get to see that Oliver wasn't good for him at all, he only saw him as his lover saviour.

When the glasses started breaking he didn't stop to think if what he was doing was right, he just went further into trying to fix these glasses to keep this fantasy going on.

Dan went so downhill that he almost fell into addiction to get rid of the sadness he was feeling when he realized that he was never important to Oliver in the first place.

Oliver and Dan's relationship was nothing but toxic, but you know what makes it even more sad? That I don't think that Oliver wanted to hurt Dan at all! Sure, he was an asshole for taking more than he could've eat to sustain his need for attention but I don't think he actively wanted to harm Dan at all but since he's so emotionally distant he didn't consider that what they had that night DID mean something to Dan.

They managed to write these characters so well that you can't entirely like them nor hate them, you can relate to them while knowing that their actions are horrible and harmful.

Just when Oliver's has had it with Dan's approaches he confronts him and you can see that Dan gets a rush out of it.

In his mind he's like "Finally he's looking my way! He's angry but looking at me! He's screaming AT ME."

And yes! Dan inmeadiatly realizes that that's not the reaction he wants out of Oliver so he begs him to start over, to pretend they didn't know eachother just so they can try again and well, you know what happens after that.

Oliver outs him in front of everyone, basically mocking the desperation he felt over the fact that Oliver didn't aknowledge what happened and then he says THE line:

"You mean nothing to me, not even a bleep on my fucking radar."

That's all that Dan needed to finally get it.

There's really no way of winning if in his eyes he'll always be the loser from highschool.

This man doesn' want him, doesn't need him, this man used him for his body and for the sake of holding onto who he was back in highschool. His feelings and needs didn't matter at all, there was nothing between them and that night was just a game.

Can I just add how I love that the rest was just quiet after that? No big fight? No screaming matches? Just silence.

It's awkward yes but it's more realistic, his wife was in shock and heartbroken and Dan was the feeling the same but for many different reasons; the next day is just him trying to force himself to continue the routine, bottling up his feelings again in order to seem normal but when his son mentions that he knows (which means that EVERYONE knows thanks to what the son's girlfriend tells him about the facebook thing) he just breaks down like a child that knows that messed up big time.

I love that the son just takes the mature role for a little and tells him that everyone has their own problems going on and that he needed to get over his.

SO! What about the ending?

I liked it, it's a little corny but I liked it.

I just like how Oliver KNOWS that he messed up with a emotionally unstable man who considered him his lover friend and goes and tries to take the blame in front of Dan's wife.

(Let me say that the scene where she opens the door is a little funny because it looks like even tho she's mad at her husband she seems protective of him when Oliver appears, she's standing there so angry at the guy who played with her husband's feelings like she's saying "I'm going to beat you up and then I'll deal with Dan." I love her so much.)

When Dan comes out to talk with Oliver it's just so amazing because Dan has already taken off the rose-colored glasses and now was seeing Oliver for who he was, an asshole.

Oliver apologizes.

Dan's like "Thanks?".

Oliver goes and tells him what a failure he really is and Dan acknowledges that, goes home, retrieves the shirt he kept from that night and gives it to him; Oliver wants him to keep it but this is where we see that Dan no longer cares or feels attachment by insisting he take it.

Anyway I love you so much Dan, you're such a miserable idiot.

Jack can't really escape the "pathetic middle aged man with emotional bagage" character.

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endless-ineffabilities · 2 years

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Ineffable (Dream of the Endless x f!Reader) - Chapter 6: Dazed

Also with Corinthian x f!Reader

Story Masterlist - Playlist

A little more is revealed about the Reader's past, and her destiny. Morpheus and the Reader make plans to see his former lover. And, the Corinthian makes an appearance and as per usual, stirs a bit of envy.

The Dreaming never loses its wonder.

I didn't realize how exhausted I was until my back hit the mattress. Then, I was out like a light.

Since I'm able to control my dreams, I envision myself in Morpheus' palace, and I find him in his usual place in his throne room, seemingly pondering something grave as usual.

About my nifty ability to manipulate my dreams, as well as others', Morpheus had tried his hardest to figure it out. Where my power comes from, whether I am actually just a human. He and Lucienne had put me through tests when I first met them, and they even peered into my earliest history from the records of my life and my dreams in the palace library - as much as I would allow them, at least - but strangely enough, they could not find anything from before I was 5 years old, and I'd already started to use my powers then. Morpheus had wanted to read every word to the present, but Lucienne kindly stepped in, sensing my discomfort on the matter.

"I'm sure there are other ways, my lord. We don't need to pore into every detail of y/n's life right now," she said, ever so considerate, "Besides, as she said so herself, she has lived quite a relatively ordinary human life. Apart from stumbling upon her powers by chance, of course. She's just as unaware about the source of her powers as we are."

"It's alright," I had said, even though I didn't feel that way completely, because I was damned curious as well, "We can just take a little peek. Juuust a little."

I propped the main volume on its side, the one roughly outlining my life, as absurd as that concept seemed to me then, and even now. Every being that has ever existed has their own volume, and each one's content is partially overseen by the Fates. I was told that the writings in each living person's volume may also morph and change according to their choices, and any other abrupt divergence, as their lives unfold. I let it prop open on a random page, somewhere in the middle. But it was... blank.

"What the...." I turned a couple of pages forward. Still blank. I started to become worried.

"Does this mean that my life ends early, or what?" I looked up at Morpheus, and he appeared just as worried. He snatched the book from my hands, and began turning the pages backward, finding the place where the ink comes to an end.

Just when I thought that we wouldn't find the spot, that perhaps I would only be granted a short existence, and that I should maybe tie up some loose ends soon, he found the page.

He read out the final passage -

"Their eyes meet, and it's as if the other has recognized something dear. Some unfamiliar being, albeit wholly captivating. It is a first meeting, yet it feels as if both of them have found home.

For it will take time, but in due course they will ascertain, that they are destined to be each other's home. Each other's dream."

A long silence follows.

Until I couldn't help but blurt out, "What the fuck does that mean?"

Morpheus' head shot up to glare at me, "Leave it to you to speak so crudely."

"Sorry," I half-heartedly apologized, "but why does my story end there?"

"It seems as if," Lucienne started to say, in an attempt to break the tension, "you meet someone. Someone of the greatest importance. However, that doesn't still explain why your story ends there." She glanced over the pages, "From what I can deduce, in this point in time, this is the very first instance where you first came across..."

She paused then, and she glanced up at me in an instant.

"Came across who?" I asked, but somehow, I had a feeling I already who knew she was referring to.

He stood there, face warped in concentration, studying the words on the page, still as a perfect marble statue. Like a dream.

Morpheus took a deep breath, and closed the book with a thud. "It seems as if we won't find anything of note in this," he glanced at me, "Lucienne is right. There may be other ways to learn about the source of your powers. For now, we just need to get you to control them. Avoid drawing any attention to yourself, or doing anything too rash."

"That's what I've been trying to do all my life, Dream Lord." I was slightly dismayed that he seemed keen to learn only about my powers, and not myself. As if without them, I wouldn't be worth all this effort and attention.

I do appreciate that they are trying to help me, given that I have absolutely no clue how I can do the things that I do either. But I also do feel like amoeba under a microscope, and being studied so closely is starting to get under my skin.

And, well, there are some things in my life that I'd like to keep hidden. Especially the one thing that I most regret, to this day.

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Now, he sits on his throne, leaning casually on one armrest, talking to Lucienne.

I've been told to wait, so I stand a few feet away, in order to give them some privacy. They speak in hushed tones, well, more like Lucienne speaks and he ponders, while ocassionally glancing in my direction.

Are they talking about me? Before I could let my assumptions go further, he beckons to me.

"Lucienne suggested that you may need some training, before we see Amelia, and I agree."

"Training?" I ask. Just what exactly are we going to be facing?

"Yes," Lucienne says, in a kinder tone, "This is in no way meant to undervalue your abilities or the progress you've made thus far. I just worry because," she clasps her hands together, "all your missions have been mainly in the Dreaming, which are quite manageable. And with the very few that you've undertaken in the Waking World, you did not have to deal with supernatural beings, like witches, for instance."

"Notwithstanding the serial killer that Corinthian so smartly brought you to," Morpheus mutters icily, and I glare at him briefly before turning to Lucienne.

"Okay, well, if you think I need training, then I won't argue. But, is the nature of our mission so threatening that you think I may need training for it?"

Didn't Morpheus describe Amelia as, more or less, a good-natured individual? Or is there more to it than he is letting on?

"I suppose you should know that Amelia called to me in distress. She vaguely described some peril that she is facing, but she withheld most of the information. Perhaps, she thinks it best or easier that we find out for ourselves." Morpheus speaks, worry lacing his voice.

"She's in trouble? And you don't have any clue as to what the problem is?" I try to clarify. He has to have some idea of what it could be.

"I do have an inkling as to what it may be. Witches are," he pauses, pacing in contemplation, "well, in truth, plenty of them are benevolent women. Only practicing magic and the spiritual arts for self-betterment and altruism, such as Amelia. But a select group, have strayed from the flock. They exclusively practice dark magic, an unsavoury means to an equally unsavoury end."

"So she may be under threat from a dark witch," I offerred, now realizing why I am need to hone my powers. I've never faced such a being before, much less tried to fight dark magic.

"It has happened before," he responds, "and I was there to help her through it once. So I wonder if it's a similar case this time."

I nod, taking in the gravity of the situation. But I have to wonder, if the case is really as grave as it sounds, then why is he taking me? Why not someone more experienced, someone who won't be as vulnerable to dark magic?

"Perhaps, I should take y/n to the library, my lord," Lucienne says, "There are some basic incantations that she can learn to defend herself."

"Of course. In the meantime, I will try to check on Amelia, see how she's faring."

I try to ignore the feeling of jealousy tightening my chest. We have much bigger things to deal with right now.

Lucienne addresses Morpheus with a tilt of her head, "My lord," and begins to walk out of the throne room, expecting me to follow.

"Y/n," he stops me, one hand on my arm, "Are you okay with this? If you wish to withdraw from this mission, you can tell me. It's all right."

I'm caught off guard, not thinking he would ask this now. I internally chastise myself for being distracted by the gentle pressure of his hand on me, keeping me in place. Damn it. Why must I be like a little schoolgirl with a crush? Get yourself together, y/n.

"I want to help you," I assure him, "so I'm going."

"I don't want you to get hurt." His voice sounds so deep, so sincere, that the line tugs at my heart.

A small smile grows on my lips, and I catch his eyes flit down to them.

"Don't underestimate me, Dream Lord," I say teasingly, "I'll be fine. Besides, I'll have you there with me, so we can take on anything."

He smirks back at me, and I can't help but admire at how roguish he looks in the moment.

Our tense dynamic has improved as of late, and I only want to take things further. I want him to feel free to open up to me. I want more.

So I do something. What do they say? Life's too short? Well, for me at least. I doubt Dream Lord here will ever face the same conundrum.

I step forward, and use his arm to pull him closer, slowly. So there is but the smallest space between us, and I look at his eyes, captivated by how iridescent they are. They become heavy-lidded, and I am glad that I have an effect on him.

He gaze travels all over my face, from my eyes down to my lips. His lips part, and he whispers my name, "y/n". Then, he inches closer, but he seems to be contemplating something, "We shouldn't do this."

Our foreheads touch.

"Why not?", I ask, lost in the feeling of his proximity. This is the closest we've ever been.

"I'm not... how you think I am," he breathes, his face reflecting inner turmoil, "I can't give you what you want."

"You are," I press on gently, "You can."

He fingers graze my cheekbone, and another hand moves to rest on my waist. He relents, and moves even closer.

I feel it. The slightest touch of his lips on mine. A most tantalizing brush, barely felt, but it already sent shivers up my spine. He leans back slightly, calmer now, and he draws forward once more.

I close my eyes, and part my lips.

1...2...3... seconds pass. But I don't feel him. Rather, my eyes fly open and I find him stepping away from me, hands to his sides.

"Corinthian," he says loudly.

"Hey, boss," I see Cor standing there, and he looks between Morpheus and I, "Am I interrupting?"

"No," Morpheus declares quickly, not even glancing at me, "Not at all. Have you come to report anything?"

I feel as if I've been pushed to the side. The moment was certainly gone now, and Morpheus seemed poised and ready to bury it. Just when you think you're getting close...

"I have," Cor replies, "I've had a few hours to kill, so I actually went off and dealt with yet another Collector. The Scream Queen. Thankfully, not a psychotic devil-dealing one this time." He smirks at me, and I feel lighter inside, appreciating his sly humour.

"Very well. I'll be monitoring her in the Dreaming as well, to ensure that she doesn't get much respite here as in the Waking World."

"Of course, my lord," Cor says, "I suppose that's all I have for now."

"Great," I turn to him, "You can accompany me to the library then. Lucienne is waiting." I grab his hand, and almost drag him out of the throne room.

He chuckles at me, and I look past my shoulder and call out, "See you later, dream lord."

Morpheus says nothing, but I do catch his eyes land on mine and Cor's hand intertwined. Take that. I'm not even sure why I'm so frustrated with him, since I can deduce that he tries his best when it comes to learning more about connection and engaging in it, and that it's not easy.

But I'm not in the mood to be fair-minded today. How quickly his disposition can switch like hot and cold can be exasperating.

"You seem tense," Cor squeezes my hand we stride through the corridor, "Should I be worried?"

"Not at all," I reassure him, "I'm better now that you're here."

He smiles, "I'm better now that I'm with you too, trouble."

End of Chapter 6.

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starlitangels · 1 year

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Keeping Cool

Me: I dunno... the Fourseen is such an enclosed story... there’s not a lot of room for where I usually put my fics... Also me: Wait! That one time-skip in the Fire Path! For the record I don’t know how to spell anything besides the character names from mythology 1.4k words (almost exactly!)

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“Thank you for the update,” Tyr said to the guards. They spun around sharply and marched off. The door creaked open and slammed shut behind them.

The moment they were gone, Odin groaned in complaint and flopped face-first down on the floor. “A transfer delay?” he demanded, voice muffled a bit by the flagstone floor. “How can they just expect us to keep sitting here?”

“It’s not that bad,” I retorted.

“We are their prisoners,” Tyr reasoned, much more calmly. “It stands to reason that we will operate on their timetable, not any preferences of our own.”

“This is ridiculous! First they say Fenrir is a traitor even though he and Okami have always been friends and that’s ridiculous—and then they throw me in a cell in a basement!”

“Us,” I corrected.

“Fine, fine. Us,” Odin said. He rolled over onto his back, spread-eagle on the floor and staring up at the ceiling. “I’m going to die in here.”

“It hasn’t even been twelve hours!” I snapped. Odin winced away from me slightly as the fire my body was made of lashed out a bit, a flame licking toward him. But didn’t brush him. I rolled my eyes. “Sure it’s boring but that’s no reason for us to just lose our heads just yet.”

Odin sat up. “Hey, look, you’ve already lost your head—I see no reason why I can’t lose mine!”

“Odin,” Tyr said softly. “Is that the kindest way to speak to your friend who sacrificed their life to get the knowledge that brought you here to your other friend?”

“They got something out of it too!” Odin protested. “Full use of the Galaxy Gate when this whole thing is over with!”

“And that gives you a reason to... joke? Despite the fact that you were the one to cut their head off in the first place?”

“I...” Odin paused, thinking it through as his eyes narrowed and his brows lowered.

I rolled my eyes again. Odin tended to be a smart guy and he was a capable Joten warrior—but gods he could be a dumbass a good portion of the time. I shifted a bit so my flames snapped upwards at a slightly different angle. Much more comfortable—though I had no clue how to explain why. “Yeah, that’s what I figured,” I grumbled.

“Oi!” Odin protested again. “The hell’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that you can’t even be bothered to think of anything or anyone else because you’re too focused on your own boredom! You are impatient, immature, and irritating!” I exclaimed.

“Am I, now?” he demanded.

“Yes.”

“Why am I irritating?”

“Because between you and me, one of us needs to keep our cool and I am physically incapable!”

My fire flared a lot larger than I intended. Odin jumped back and even Tyr leaned slightly away from me. I sucked in a deep breath and watched the flames recede, burning gently, much closer to my main body. I frowned and moved to stand in a corner of the cell up against the stone wall, hoping to cool off.

“Perhaps we all need to take a moment to breathe,” Tyr suggested. I didn’t meet his eyes, nor Odin’s. Just sulked in my corner with my arms folded. I took several deep breaths, sliding down the cool stone wall and sitting on the stone floor.

I tried to occupy my thoughts with calm, happy things. But it always felt like the nice thoughts went up in flames moments after I conjured them up.

I’m not sure how long I sat in silence, staring at a chip in the stone floor and contemplating whether there was a way for me to melt the rock and how I might be able to go about it if there was. But a noise—too close to my shoulder for comfort—made me jolt and whirl.

Odin was sitting far enough away that he seemed to have deemed himself safe, but was still close. “Uh... hey,” he said softly.

“Hi,” I said.

“Sorry for... the joke.”

I glanced across the small cell. “Tyr put you up to this?”

The marbled giant shook his head.

“No, I... he’s right, though. I shouldn’t have said that. I wasn’t thinking.”

The sharp retort of Do you ever? died on my tongue. “I forgive you,” I said instead.

“Thanks.” He traced mindless shapes into the slight coat of dirt on the floor. “I’m glad you’re back,” he said, almost too quietly for me to hear.

I scrunched my eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“The argument. You sounded more like yourself. Like you got your... bite back. You’ve been quieter than you used to be since I first saw you on the mountain, alive again. I know I cut your head off but... I didn’t mean to kill your personality too.”

I took a deep breath. “You didn’t,” I muttered. “It’s just... been an adjustment. Dying. Being brought back. Getting a body like... this.” I waved an arm, watching the flames trail in the wake of the movement. “Then to get thrown onto an unfamiliar world and immediately surrounded by hostile... what does this race call themselves again, Tyr?”

“Fengrals.”

“Fengrals. Hostile Fengrals. It’s been a lot for the last, you know, day or so.”

Odin pursed his lips. “Yeah. I can see why you’d think that,” he agreed.

I chuckled. Any day before today I would have nudged him in the elbow playfully, but I didn’t actually want to burn him. “Well, we can’t all be quite as adventurous as you, huh?” I teased.

That made him laugh. Just a bit. “No I guess not,” he agreed. “Even if adventuring, er... gets me banned from every ship depot on Esselheim.”

I burst out laughing, surprising Odin, Tyr, and myself. “Fair enough,” I said around my laughter, making the words almost shaky. Odin’s laughter joined me, more earnest this time. The tension hanging in the air of the cell burned away, and things felt like old times again. Back when Odin and I had first become friends and I used to rib him about being a rapscallion—and a bunch of other long words that he pretended not to know so he could make a joke out of it.

He glanced over at me after a bit. “Are you really okay with... just... being on fire all the time?”

I shrugged. “I chose it. There wasn’t a lot of time so I only had a few options.”

“Well... maybe when this is over you can get a body that, er, isn’t on fire?”

I peeked over at Tyr. For the life of me I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. There were no clues on his face at all. “I don’t think it works like that, Odin,” I said softly. “I think, now that I picked this, I have to keep it. If there had been more time, I... maybe I could have had a proper body. Look like a normal Joten again. But we were in a rush, all of us. So this is what I get.”

“I’m sorry,” Odin offered.

I shrugged. “It’s fine. It’s an adjustment but I’m sure I’ll get used to it eventually.”

Odin heaved a long, dramatic sigh and leaned back against the stone wall of the back of the cell. “Assuming we ever get out of here,” he groaned in complaint. That time, I definitely caught Tyr smiling. It was small, but it was there.

“You really have no patience, do you?” I asked.

“I’ve never had to be patient for this long before!”

“Well, then perhaps you are learning a valuable lesson,” Tyr commented. Odin flinched slightly—like he’d forgotten Tyr was even there. All things considered, he might have. Tyr had been remarkably quiet and eerily still for the last little while.

“I don’t want to learn a lesson! I want to get out of here.”

“Well, glad we’re right back to where we started,” I remarked. Tyr’s gaze met mine and we both chuckled.

“Not quite. Perhaps this time we can avoid the argument,” Tyr said.

“Hopefully,” I agreed. I got to my feet. “C’mon Odin. Let’s see if we can find some way to entertain you long enough to keep whatever biomechanical brain you have from short-circuiting too badly.”

He got to his feet. “Thank the gods—I don’t think I could take just sitting here in silence. What do you want to do?”

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exuberantocean · 1 month

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Abandoned Fic Thursday! It's not a think but I'm making it. I've got an 11 page Mash post-war Hawkeye/BJ (or maybe Hawkeye/BJ/Peg? I don't think I ever decided) where BJ courts Hawkeye through long distance psychological warfare via stolen socks.

“Two socks?”

Hawkeye blearily eyed the clothes on his bed for a moment. Nearly 36 hours of travel, god knows how many time zones, then a welcome home party...it was all catching up to him awfully quick. But he was pretty sure he could still count. “Where did all my socks go?”

He was sure he packed all his socks, seven pairs in wildly varying condition, before they took down the swamp. So fourteen socks in the swamp, fourteen socks into the army issue duffle bag, there should be fourteen socks now on his bed here in Crabapple Cove. But there were only a lousy two.

“Is something wrong?” His dad asked. Hawkeye could hear the door creak open as his dad stepped into the room.

“I didn’t just lose my marbles in Korea, I’ve lost my socks too!”

Hawkeye turned to see his dad frown, more likely because of his continued flippant references to his declined mental health than the missing socks.

“You still have all the socks you had from before the war,” as if to prove the point his dad opened the top dresser drawer. All his old socks still lay there, right where he left them over three years before, totally untouched by the passage of time. Unlike him.

“That’s not the point. I packed seven pairs of socks when I left Korea. There should be seven pairs of socks in my duffle bag.” Hawkeye picked up the remaining two socks. They were clearly the worst of the lot, darned so many times they weren’t really worth a darn anymore. One was stretched out, clearly “borrowed” by BJ one too many times.

BJ...

No, he wouldn’t have...would he?

The phone rang and his dad ran off to get it while Hawkeye tried to decide what to do with the rest of his clothes from Korea. Put them in the dresser? Pack them away the attic? Burn them? Somehow he wanted to do all three at once.

“Ben? BJ Hunnicutt is on the line!” His father called up the stairs.

Hawkeye’s eyes narrowed in on the two socks again. “That fink!”

“You fink!” Hawkeye exclaimed moments later when his father handed him the phone.

“Hello to you, too stranger!” BJ said cheerfully. Too cheerfully.

“You took my socks!”

“Now Hawkeye, why would I ever take your socks when I have seven pairs of olive green Army issue socks that I never intend to wear again of my own?”

“Why did you ever take my socks?” Hawkeye slumped on the couch as his father wandered out of the room and off into the kitchen to give them some privacy.

“Well don’t you have other socks?”

“That’s not the point. The point is that they’re my socks and you took them!”

“Now I never said I took them. Did you try calling Charles?” asked BJ.

“Why would I call Charles? Charles didn’t take my socks.”

“Are you sure, did you ask?”

“Why would Charles take my socks?” Hawkeye asked through a yawn.

“Why would I take your socks?”

“I don’t know; why were you always stealing my socks anyway?” Hawk asked, exasperated.

“Now, I wasn’t stealing your socks. It’s just that your socks looked a lot like my socks so they got mixed up. An innocent mistake.”

“My socks had my name on them while your socks had your name on them and my socks were in my footlocker while your socks were in your footlocker so I cannot see how they-” Hawkeye yawned again. “I can’t see how you could have been mistaken when you took my socks. It was premeditated sock thievery and you know it BJ Hunnicutt!”

“Hold on a minute.” BJ said.

“Sure, BJ.” Hawkeye said, finding to his surprise that he was smiling despite the bickering.

There were muffled voices on the other end of the line a moment. He could hear BJ talking to a toddler over the line and Hawkeye’s smile melted. BJ was home. With a family all his own. He didn’t need him anymore. He found himself clenching one of the throw pillows so tight his knuckles were turning white. God, he was a mess. They said goodbye, so now he needed to let BJ go. Hell, why was he calling? He had bibs and strollers and baby shoes. He had a blonde wife with a warm smile keeping a perfect little house. A picket fence along a seaside property. BJ didn’t need him. He had nothing left to give anyway. And BJ was certainly never going to give Hawk what he really wanted. He just needed to rip off the bandaid.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have called,” Hawkeye said when he heard Erin leave.

“What, why?”

“You’re home now BJ. You’ve got a family of your own. You don’t need me.”

“What, like I can’t have friends, I can’t have a best friend along with my family?” BJ asked. He’d been happy and teasing but now his voice was laced with anger. Maybe that was for the better. Hawkeye dug the knife in further.

“Trapper never left a note, never wrote, never called, if you were half the husband and father he was, you’ll do the same.” Hawkeye slammed the phone down.

“What was that about?” Daniel asked, coming back into the room.

“Nothing, the past.” Hawkeye said. “Time to move on.”

If he only had the slightest clue how.

*There's more, but I mean, it's 11 pages long and that's a lot to post.

#mash #fanfic #my writing #maybe one day I'll return to this

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Clavis Lelouch. Love that never fades.

Event Plot: MС loses her memory. Clavis wants her love back in every way possible. There are spoilers for one of the endings of Clavis' route in chapter two.

Chapter I

Part 1/1

I work in a bookstore in town.

I was an ordinary person.

I woke up in a beautiful castle. How did this happen?

Why .... Why am I being harassed by a prince?

Clavis: We were in love.

MС: Do you want to talk about that again?

In the early morning hours, when the air was still cold, I was wrapped up to the rose garden for tea.

The prince, whose face is the only good thing about him, is a sly and loving man.

Clavis: Really? You just can't help but love Clavis-san.

Clavis: I don't want to be away from him all the time.

MC: Absolutely false, I assure you!

MC: There is absolutely no way that I was Clavis-san's lover in the first place!

Clavis: How can you be so sure?

MC: Because ....

MC: How can you treat your lover so badly?

.......Now, I am tied up with a rope.

And lined up on the table in front of us were dishes more colorful than the roses blooming all around us...

Especially bad is the marbled, horn-like pie with something growing out of it that makes your eyes poke out if you just look at it straight on.

Clavis-san, who is the 3rd Prince, recommends these products to me, who has my memory.

From the first day I woke up, Clavis-san, my "self-proclaimed lover," has been this way with me.

I can only assume there is some kind of grudge.

(I remember when I lived in the city, but not after I came to the palace.)

(It's very interesting that Sariel-san said that I was Belle and communicated with princes...)

(Even though I don't know Clavis-san at all.)

Clavis: Haha, I'm sorry if that's harsh, but it's my love.

MC:....Do I really have to eat this?

Clavis: of course, because I put a lot of care into making it for you.

Clavis: And yet you ran away yesterday, didn't you? Clavis-san was lonely.

Part 1/2

(I'll want to run away, that's for sure).

(Yeah... He broke into my room today.)

(He wrapped a rope around me and brought me into the garden. .... That sucks.)

Clavis: Come on, MC, open your mouth?

With a "suspicious smile", Clavis-san cuts a piece of cake with a fork and brings it to my mouth with a smile.

(...I have to eat it.)

(It may just look like that, but it may taste delicious ....!)

I opened my mouth with no intention, and a piece of cake that I didn't even know what ingredients were in it landed on my tongue.

MC: ... huh

Сlavis: What do you think?

MС: Unbelievable... Delicious!

(What?)

(It's such an extremely colorful cake!)

The taste belies its appearance, and I was immensely impressed.

Clavis: I know, I know. How can my love taste bad?

Clavis: Come on, eat more. And you can hug me and say, "I love you, Clavis-san".

Clavis: ... Oh, but you can't hug me, can you?

Clavis-san unravels the rope, perhaps knowing that I have lost my will to escape from him.

Then, for some reason, I took a few steps away from Clavis-san, who had his hands outstretched, as if to say, "Come on, jump in," and picked up a fork for myself.

(Is she harassing me or not? I don't know....)

(At least this breakfast was all made by Clavis-san.)

I can't ignore it now that I know that he didn't mean any harm, even though I ran away from him yesterday because I was so shocked.

MC: I ... Bon appétit.

Clavis: It's funny. If you were your usual self, you'd be in my arms right now.

Part 1/3

MC: I keep saying it, but I don't remember.

I'm sorry, but I can't.

Clavis: No memory, but the heart never goes away, does it?

Сlavis-san's long fingertips point to my chest.

Clavis: I'm sure it's still there, all right.

MC: ..My love for Clavis, is that right?

Clavis: Oh, yeah

MC:.... I still can't believe it.

(Even more so because his smile is suspicious....)

No matter how much I searched through my memory drawer, I could not find any memories of Clavis-san.

(I can't even imagine me falling in love with this person.)

(... I mean, what kind of person would break into your room in the morning, tie you up with a rope and take you out into the garden?)

But actually, ..... I am not sure I want to do this. It was also true.

Clavis: If you don't believe me, why don't you try some rough treatment?

MC: No, thank you.

Clavis: It's not a complimentary thing to do as a gentleman, but it's an emergency, it has to be done.

MC: No, that's why I refuse--

Clavis-san, who doesn't listen to people, easily closes the distance and holds mе with both hands ..

Part 1/4

The golden eyes, full of color and fragrance, fill all of your vision.

(__.....?!)

It was unmistakably Clavis-san's own heat that touched my lips.

(.......)

(.............)

(..................)

Clavis: See, you're starting to like me a little too much, aren't you?

MC: So...

MC: You're worst!

(Now kiss .... I've been kissed.)

(I'm saying i don't remember anything----!)

A kiss on the lips is, by all accounts, beyond the realm of acquaintance.

As I got up from the couch and moved away to a safe distance, Clavis-san shook his shoulders in amusement.

Clavis: Haha, what's wrong with kissing your lover?

MC: Right now I don't know much about Clavis-san !?

Clavis: Doesn't matter. And by the way, I'm not going to hold back, even if you've lost your memory.

Clavis: Even if you lose your memory, I will still love you. Forever?

MC:.......

(I thought you were kidding me.)

My heart is racing, and it's loud.

I was almost sure that I had lost my lips to a complete stranger, but what came over me was not disgust, just embarrassment.

(My face became hot....)

(And... What's with Clavis-san's face right now?)

What was visible through the frozen smile was a wistful face.

It was a fleeting moment, like a phantom, so I may have seen it wrong, but ....

(My chest is painful.)

Clavis: Oh, I came up with a good thing.

Part 1/5.

Clavis: Until you get your memory back. How about we just keep kissing?

MC: Huh .....!

Clavis: You weren't too happy about it, were you?

I couldn't do it. I am very, very unsure that I can endure any more.

(He's going to do it for real....)

MC:.... I hate you, Clavis-san!

I run away from the place as if I was a rabbit.

Even if I disappeared, the screaming of my chest did not subside for a while.

MC: Everyone please tell me.

That evening, I find Yves-sama and Licht-sama in the common room of the castle and call out to them.

These two were good princes, and unlike Clavis, asked me if I was "all right," every time he passed me who had lost memory.

Yves: Hey, what? Are you blind?

Licht: What happened?

MC: Was Clavis-san really my lover?

I'm going to try to confirm the truth of the words of Clavis-san, my self-proclaimed lover, and I'm going to cut to the chase.

Yves: Ah!....

Licht:.....

Yves-sama and Licht-sama looked at each other and then got down.

Licht:.... Sorry. I can't deny you that.

Yves: Poor thing, but you really were Clavis-sama's lover.

(Oh, what?)

(No, you're right. Otherwise, Clavis wouldn't kiss me either.)

(He's a gentleman----)

(...? How can I think of Clavis-san as a gentleman?)

(....All right)

MC: What did I like about him?

The words he had just uttered seemed to puzzle Yves-sama and Licht-sama even more.

Licht: ......Yves, you got it.

Yves: What? ! I'm supposed to answer that?

Licht: I can't do it. Nothing comes to mind.

Yves: Me, too....

Yves: I mean, we're supposed to say enough good things about Clavis-san to convince MC.

Licht: Good point....

Yves: .......

MC:.....

Licht: .... Is that the person?

#ikemen prince #ikemen ouji #ikepri #clavis lelouch #licht klein #yves kloss #ikemen clavis #ikemen prince clavis #ikemen yves #ikepri licht

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Best Friends to Eternal lovers - Meeting his father

After Baghra had taken him away I shut down for awhile losing the one thing I thought never was going to happen..that I'd love someone. I love him..and his mother took him away because she thought I was a distraction. Days turned to weeks and I hardly said much as all I had was the necklace he gave me that I never took off and then the ring to promise one day we'd get married.

Father noticed how distraught I was with losing him like this and he left us for a short time to return with a jacket. I looked at him knowing it wasn't easy but he put it on me and I held onto it seeing it was black.

Teen Amira

We traveled for awhile till we made it to a town in ravka as I looked around knowing it wasn't going to be like we could blend in..or so I thought. It wasn't that long before a man approached my grandfather. "John Silina, my oldest friend." A man said as he hugged my grandfather and they exchanged some words before the man looked at all of us and then looked at him. "This is your family?" He asked as Grandfather nod. "We've traveled a long way." Grandfather said

"Please come, I have plenty of room to give you all shelter." The man said as I didn't understand anything of what was going on at the time. I just wanted to sit somewhere and be in my sadness as we all followed him. When he led us into his house he let us all get used to it and I just sat down next to my sister. I was lost for the first time in my life to know I couldn't be with the one I love until he reached the goal his mother set out for him.

We were there for a few days before the man finally approached me as he sat across from me. "Amira, right?" He said as I looked at the man across from him knowing that there was nothing I knew about him just his kind gesture. "Yes, sir." I said as he went and got some drinks as he gave me one and I accepted it. "Thank you sir.." I said as he had a sip of his drink. "Sir is a bit formal from my son's lover. Don't you think Amira?" He said as I looked at him surprised. I was uncertain on what to say at the time since I hadn't linked it.

"You are.." and he nod having another sip "A heartrender who has searched for his son and never found him. But you did Amira..you are destined to find him again I believe." He said as I was quiet and we both had some of our drink. "Maybe...Maybe I'm thinking too far ahead." I said as I knew this was odd. "Humor a man who cannot find his son. What's he like?" He asked as I looked at him while I told him some things about Aleksander that at least I knew how we loved to hang out together.

He nod as he had some of the drink and it became a habit to learn things..he even taught me how to cook some things while we visited. I decided to focus on cleaning and learning on how to do this as I was planning to figure out things and I was going to get Aleks away from Baghra some way Some how.

Yet time was bad as this man who I'd caught writing letters and doing things preparing for what was what I considered the inevitable for most. I walked in and saw him coughing a little and then he washed his hands before he finished up some letters when he noticed he. He had an envelope filled with letters as he handed it to me. "Amira, do me a favor.." He said as I looked at him and took the file. "These letters are for my son, please when you find him make sure he gets them." He said as I nod in agreement. "I promise I will." I said to him

Then he pulled out a box he had in his pocket as he opened it showing a marble inside as I looked at it. "What is this?" I asked as he looked at it. "Seems just a ordinary marble..but it's so much more." He said

I looked at it oddly before I picked it up and seen it start to change color being half Sun Summoner Gold with Tidemaker Blue but there was something more. Another golden look in the middle. "You're destined for greatness..for change in the future. My son would probably have it too not as much as you but you're both on the same path I assume." He said as I looked at it. "So it can tell anything?" I asked as he nod as I put it back and he handed me the box. "Take it, this is yours now. Fight for my son Amira, Baghra will control his life until he fights back." He said as I took it. "I will, always." I promised

It was only weeks later we ended up burying him cause he passed away and I kept hold of everything. I had the best things I could give Aleks when I found him. Letters from his father, a grave location he could visit his father when I found him. But now I had to get stronger so that I could get my boyfriend back from his mother and have the life we wanted. I was determined to live my eternal life with him and I was going to make sure Baghra didn't get involved. I knew Aleks wanted to meet his father and now he never would.

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FFXIV Write Day 19: Turning a Blind Eye

Characters: Ericthonius, Praxithius (Y'zel Unsundered), Y'zel Tia, Ioh'Juhn, G'raha Tia, M'zhet Tia Summary: What does one look over for fear of being unloved? Rating: Teen Notes: Angst, Dragon Racisims

---Amarout: The World Unsundered--

"Praxithius, enough. I'm returning to my work and that's the end of it ."

The pink-haired Ancient turned away as his love scolded him. "If you were any other person I'd be in the right of it. You talk as if I'm fretting over you overseeing children’s menagerie. That your birth entitles you to some sort of greater protection. But you're just as mortal as I Erichthonius! You're just like your father!"

Praxithius gasped as the words left him, covering his mouth as if trying to pull them back in. Glowering, Erichthonius slammed his fist into the wall above them, the marble cracking.

"Look me in the eyes and say that again," he breathed out.

Praxithius shook, not because the words sounded threatening...but instead, filled with hurt.

"I bare a responsibility to keep my mother's legacy alive. This consumes me, I know it...Yet I come back to you, do I not?"

Praxithius turned his head, unable to meet the searching rub gaze. Still, he took hold of the other's robes, shaking. "You will until you can't. If I were to lose you...I'd be sundered into nothing..."

"Nothing will happen to me, and you will remain as you are. And should you become unsundered, I'll find you and put you back together. Can not pretend that I'm somewhere else and put your mind at ease?"

Erichthonius raised the other's mask up and rested it upon his freckled cheeks. "I am away tending to the menagerie as you said."

"If only I could be so blind..."

-Ishgard: Before the Fall-

"I'm gonna be the bravest knight and slay all the dragons and all brood and the heretics too! I'll be the most famous knight ever! And you'll be my lady!"

Y'zel folded his ears, nearly knocking off his paper tiara as his Elzen friend swung his sword about against an invisible foe. He had little in the way of friends, so he let the boy pretend as he pleased, clutching the other's coat from behind to feign fear of the invisible dragon."

"When I get big I'll even rescue you from that dragon man that keeps you. My dad even said if your dad was a heretic you could come be our house boy. You'd tell me if he was a bad guy right," the Elzen boy asked, looking back at him.

Y'zel shook, nodding quietly as he clutched his only friend.

--Gridania: After the Dragonsong War–

“I will be back in time for our vows, I promise,” U’Noloh assured Y’zel, kissing his forehead.

“Are you sure? Crossing the wall is more and more dangerous.”

“The Garelans and I have an understanding. They let me come and go as long as I provide them with some local delicacies that they otherwise wouldn’t be able to get as hostiles in Eorzea. It’s not like I’m selling them State secrets. Asa wouldn’t send if it were dangerous.”

“Until they find that tome retrieval isn’t your only hobby. I know well what lined the Ivory Chapel’s coffers for the wedding…You play at a dangerous game. They will not hesitate to kill you. You musn’t…”

“I’m only taking what belonged to Eorzea in the first place.”

“To the Gyr Abanians…If you’d just let go of the profitability of it…”

“Well, for better or worse right? And I imagine if you’re fine with the worst of me or you wouldn’t be here…But perhaps after our union, I’ll reconsider my business model. Less ransoming, and more offering a recovery-based service? Will that be ethically palatable?”

“Mayhaps…”

U’Noloh kissed the top of the other’s head then motioned joyfully with his ears and tail. “I promise I’ll be back in time. Just a little hop over the wall and back. In the meantime, letters have come in from your cousins and your aunties and uncles in Sharlayan. Perhaps pour over their good tidings until I return?”

–The Sea of Jade: After Doma Castle–

“Your hands, they’re covered…” Y’zel cooed softly as The Gilsnapper rocked, sloshing the water of his tub back and forth.

Y’zel turned in the waters, fingers lacing over Ioh’juhn’s blood-stained ones, looking up to his savior. His

“It’s nothin’,” the Keeper shrugged, letting the other Miqo’te pull his hands into the warm water and wash them.

Closing his eyes, Y’zel leaned up and kissed his savior softly, hand unlacing the rogue’s bloodstained tunic. “You’ve been clumsy cutting all those strawberries. Look at your tunic, it’s a mess.”

“Strawberries?”

“Yes, strawberries. You’ve spilled them all over yourself. I think you need this bath far more than I do.”

“So I do, Kitter. So I do…” --Gyr Abania: Sometime During Shadowbringers—

“I’ve learned so much already from M’rahz, and the ladies really are warming up to me. I helped them take this huge beast the other day and they all prepared it different ways and stuffed me until I couldn’t move. Rahz says I’ll have to get used to it and keep up my training or I’ll get fat. Now that I’ve been welcome back in with everyone, I see just how much the tribeswomen do! M’rahz just keeps to the diplomacy while everyone else provides for the tribes and makes the greater decisions There’s so much to…” M’zhet rambled, continuing his talk of awe over his tribeswomen.

Y’zel just nodded along, quietly, slowly picking up his torn off clothing to redress.

--The Great Gobul Library: Post Endwalker

“It’s a marvel. I had no idea you were with them through the War! What do you think of U’rahn? He’s a tail chaser, yes; however, his heart is pure…And his chest strrrong…as well as his abs,” G’raha purred, tail swaying as they delved into their time with the Warriors of Light.

“He’s nice…I guess? I knew someone from his tribe…”

“Oh! And Violet! She is so strong and inventive. Do you know she was so talented with metal tools, she grafted her own nautilus into a machinist weapon? I hear that’s why she was dismissed from The Stadium when she was a lass. She’s a bit rough around the edges, but she’s warm when she wants to be.”

“Oh. I didn’t know that…”

“And then Jannie. She’s tender. I love when she brushes my tail for me. She’s also fiercely intelligent and beautiful beyond compare. Her insight too, well, she’d very well put the entirety of The Forum on their toes in a debate.”

“You really do admire them.”

“More than that. I love them. They are all so very dear to me.”

G’raha continued on with his adoration, leaving Y’zel to sigh and turn his attention out the window, the latter’s on his beloveds.

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #final fantasy 14 #ffxiv oc #ffxivwrite2022 #ffxiv miqo'te #ffxiv rp #g'raha tia #ff14 #ffxiv endwalker #patch 6.2 spoilers #erichthonios #Y'zel Tia #G'raha tia #m'zhet tia #ioh'juhn

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Angeliana’s Imagination Chapter 2

So, I'm back! Back with another chapter in my epic tale! So, what happens in this one, well, I don't die, and a lot of other crazy things happen in it. I don't want to spoil anything, though, so that's why I'm not giving anything up! So, where were we? Oh, right.

Hitler swung the axe down, but it didn't strike me! I was enveloped in a strange, white light. I had to close my eyes because it was so bright! When I opened them, I saw my mom floating in front of me. We were in this weird, glowing white dimension.

I burst into tears, instantly. "Mom, what is happening to me today? First I freak out and skip class, then I get home and find ADOLF HITLER banging on my door, a naturally pink and white cat talked to me, and Hitler chased me, and tried to steal my soul, by killing me with an axe!" I yelled. Tears were streaming down my face. Mom hugged me.

"My dearest Angel. I've known this day would come for a long time." She said, with a small smile on her face.

I was confused "Wait, you knew what day would come? The day when I would lose my marbles?" I asked, sniffling and rubbing my eyes.

Mom stroked my cheek. "No, sweetie. The day you would find your destiny. Cherie came to me as a child, also. I feared the same man that you do. My fear for him caused him to manifest into the real world, allowing him to wreak havoc once again. Cherie appeared to help me fight Hitler and his forces of evil. She helped me unlock my powers." Mom explained.

"Wait, so he was real, then?" I thought. I then came to a grim realization. Wait... am I... Are the three of us... dead?" I asked, fear taking over my voice.

"No. That is my powers working. I stopped time, just before Hitler's axe was meant to kill you, and take your soul." Mom said.

"Wait, so what happens when time resumes?" I asked.

"I've given you some of my powers. A glowing light will be emitted from your body, that will stun Hitler, just in time for you and Cherie to escape.

"Thank you, Mom! I'll go and defeat him!" I said.

"I admire your enthusiasm, but there is one more thing I want you to know: Hitler's powers are deadly. You can't let him get your soul. If he does, he has the power to keep you trapped forever in his nightmare realm, since he is a nightmare being. I can't lose you, like that. Neither I nor your father would ever see you again." Mom explained.

"So, how will I defeat him, if he's so powerful?" I asked.

"With the special power within yourself. Within all of us." My mother reached behind her neck and unclasped her silver Star of David necklace. She held it out to me. "This is the symbol of our religion, that Hitler once tried to destroy. I'm giving this to you, so you never forget about how strong you are."

I took the necklace and admired it. This was Mom's favorite necklace... She did tell me she would pass it down to me one day, but I didn't think like this... I put the necklace around my neck and closed the clasp.

"Angeliana, you were predestined to be the one to become the Angel of Destiny and finally defeat Hitler. As a kid, Cherie told me of the future. You hold the power of the stars in your soul. Hitler wants to decimate your powers because of that, but don't let him. He may be stronger than ever, but you are even stronger. You are a child of the stars." Mom said.

My heart was filled with emotion. "Ok. I'll do it! I'll defeat that monster and put an end to his reign of terror!"

"Excellent! I'm sorry your father couldn't be here. It's just my side of the family that has these powers." Mom said. "Now, go. Go and bring light to the darkness." My mother clapped her hands, and time resumed!

When Hitler's axe collided with me, a dazzling, blinding light emitted from me. Hitler was blasted back.

I looked underneath me. I was floating in the air! "What? How am I doing this?" I asked. That's when I remembered the angel wings! I looked behind myself, and there they were, flapping softly behind me.

I lowered back down to the ground and grabbed my sword. I pointed it at Hitler. "Listen here! I won't allow you to hurt another innocent person, ever again!" I yelled.

"It can't be... The Angel of Destiny lives! I thought I killed you as a child!" Hitler said, in disbelief.

My eyes widened. "What...? Wait, what do you mean?" I asked.

"Ask your mother. Oh, but she probably won't tell you. When you were a small child, you got deathly ill. Don't you remember those sleepless nights?" Hitler asked, mockingly.

"Yes, I-I do remember... I thought that was strep throat!" I said.

"Your parents only wanted you to think it was strep throat! I'd dispatched a Nazi agent, from the leftover residue of your mother's imagination to poison a meal of yours! Your parents knew the truth the whole time, but chose not to tell anyone, to protect you from my wrath." But now there's no one to save you now, isn't there?" Hitler conjured up a blast of dark magic and prepared to throw it at me. I knew what to do! I'd played Skyward Sword! I swung my sword and reflected the beam back at him. He was caught off guard, and the blast hit him. He fell on the ground, beaten by his own powers!

"I see I've underestimated you..." Hitler said, before vanishing into thin air.

"Wait, where did he go?" I asked Cherie.

"Probably to some evil hideout," Cherie said.

"Then let's go find him!" I said.

"No! Are you thinking what I'm thinking? He was defeated too easily... I think he wants us to follow him, to surprise attack us!" Cherie explained.

She had a valid point. Hitler hadn't put up much of a fight at all. "Ok, you may be right. We should go back to my place and regroup because today's been a long and hectic day." I said. Cherie and I were walking back to my apartment when I saw my mom and dad coming down the hallway! "MOM! DAD! I screamed as I ran to hug them.

"Oh, angel, you're safe!" Mom said, hugging me!

"I knew you could do it, kid!" Dad said, also hugging me.

"Mom, Dad, I need you to listen to me. It was too easy to defeat Hitler this time! I think he wanted us to follow him into a trap!" I said.

"That sounds like him. Be careful. I don't want you to get hurt. Let's inside and get some rest, and you can fight him in the morning, ok?" Mom said.

I agreed. I wanted to fight him, but I needed my strength. That day had been so mentally exhausting.

I went inside and went to bed early. I had nightmares, of course! In them, Hitler and the Nazis were chasing me! I decided to get up and walk around for a little bit.

Little did I know, that the Nazis were at their lair, and were plotting something sinister...

"Nazis! Stand at attention and hear my plan! I feel my powers getting stronger! I need that child's soul because it's the only one I need to become invincible! That nightmare she had succeeded only in making me more powerful! I plan to invade Angeliana's home, and take her to our lair ourselves since she didn't fall for our trap!" Hitler explained. He pointed at 5 Nazis. "The five of you will come with me to her home, and help me get her!" Hitler said.

He and the 5 Nazis left and went to my apartment. When they got there, Hitler used his newfound power to snap the locked doorknob with his hand. They silently walked in. They walked through the spacious apartment, trying to find my room. I was still walking around, though, and wasn't asleep. When I saw Hitler, my eyes widened in fear. I tried to scream, but he was too fast! The Nazis grabbed me, and started running out of the apartment with me! I screamed in fright, alerting her parents. They flew out of bed, and saw me being taken!

"ANGELIANA!" My Mom screamed. She tried using her own powers, but Hitler was immune, now!

Angeliana's father tried fighting the Nazis off, also, but to no avail. Cherie, who had been asleep on my bed, came flying out of my room, to see me being taken by the Nazis! They vanished into thin air, with me in tow...

Now, I know what you're thinking: another cliffhanger! Well, the next chapter will be longer, and more intense! It's a grand escape, followed by the first task of my quest! So, stay tuned!

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Uggghhh more local dog drama, it's long, but need the background for context.

Okay so before covid Jon and I were walking Oscar down our street and we had been carrying a cattle prod on walks because the loose dog problem was VERY bad and we had no animal control at the time. We were walking past this one lady's place, and she had previously always been kind to me, but anyway she has this mutt that is reactive and she ties him up in her front yard and he loses his mind every time someone walks by or even drives by. I'm sure he's otherwise friendly, but as we all know Oscar isn't. So anyway, the guy across the street from her was sitting outside with his dog and just chillin and I guess her dog was losing his marbles and wanted to say hi to him and his dog so he took her dog and tied him up in his yard so the dog could hang out with them, but we didn't know that so when we walked past and we saw this dog come rushing toward us from the wrong side of the street we panicked and Jon braced himself with the cattle prod. The dog then hit the end of his rope and that was it. The dog did not leave the yard and come into the street and Jon did not leave the street and enter that yard. The dog did not touch the cattle prod.

The lady that owns the dog and her adult daughter called the RCMP. The RCMP called Jon later that afternoon and they were reporting to the RCMP that Jon had come into HER yard and attacked her dog with the cattle prod. Which was 100% untrue. Jon told the cops his side and the cops called the lady back and told her nothing happened.

We were really confused as to what was going on at this point because we had never had any issues with them before this so we went over there to talk to them one morning and when they answered the door the lady wouldn't say anything to us, but her adult daughter was screaming and crying and calling Jon a psycho and saying all kinds of terrible things and wouldn't let Jon explain anything. After that whenever we walked by with the cattle prod, which the RCMP told us we were fully within our rights to do because of the lack of animal control, they would pull out their phones and record us walking down the public street with our dog.

This lady has been weird ever since this whole thing. Okay, so today I was walking Sprocket down the street and this lady's dog was tied up in her front yard and losing his marbles, as usual. Sprocket was having a tough time redirecting her attention to me instead of the barking dog, so I kept stopping to try to get her attention and give her kibble so she would stop pulling. Mind you we weren't even in front of her house yet, we were like a house and a half down the street still. So the lady comes out and puts her dog in the house so he stops freaking out and then she stands in her driveway and stares at me, hands on her hips. I looked up and saw her staring and said "Hello, is there something I can do for you?" She turned around and started walking toward her front door and says "Maybe you should feed your dog at home," in a snarky tone. I told her "We're training," and she goes "Training, ha! Yeah, whatever." I then asked her what her problem was and she said "I don't have a problem, you have a problem," to which I told her "It sounds like you have a problem. I literally do not have a problem," and she ignored me after that and I kept walking.

So this lady is implying I shouldn't be walking my dog down a public street that I am fully entitled to walk down, same as anyone else. She has NEVER said anything to me like this before, I don't understand what's going on with her. I called Jon's mum to tell her what happened and she and I are both wondering if maybe this lady is senile or something, like her mental state is just all fucked up, because this whole thing is super weird. We have done nothing to her and she's harassing me on the street when I'm walking my dog. Like I can't walk down my own street with my dog? My dog that was perfectly behaved aside from being distracted by HER dog that was screaming and losing his mind at the end of his rope?? It isn't MY problem if YOUR dog is being crazy. It isn't MY fault if your dog loses its mind whenever I walk past with my dog that is literally not doing anything wrong. Like what the fuck. I'm so fucking frustrated with all of this.

#barkin up some trees #i cant even get to ghe bottom of the issue and talk to her #because she literally will not actually talk to me about what is going on

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It was a bit of a shock, well a lot of a shock when YN is scrolling through her instagram time and it becomes flooded with a gif of her husband passionately kissing a gorgeous blonde.

The trailer for Don’t Worry Darling had dropped out of nowhere and now there was a nasty feeling on jealously, insecurity, and possessiveness in the pit of her stomach.

She knew it was irrational, they were married for fucks sake, but those emotions weren’t always rational.

YN watched it, over and over, until she tossed her phone onto the side table hard enough that it slides off and falls harshly on the ground.

Harry and crew were downstairs, it didn’t look like the Houston show was going to happen because of the storm.

She felts ridiculous and immature for the tears welling up in her eyes. It’s not like she was upset or mad at him.

She was proud of him for his acting abilities and all of his hard work - that’s why she was mad at herself right now.

YN knows Harry is expecting her downstairs to help figure out details, what to do for the fans, etc.. because she was a major part of the production crew.

But she nearly felt like she was going to throw up.

Could you blame her?

Who on earth would want to see their significant other making out passionately for the world to swoon over?

YN scrubs the tears from her cheeks, hadn’t even realized they were falling.

She does the worst thing ever, pulls it back up and starts ready comments, especially from their friends - it almost felt like betrayal. Jeff, Glenne, Lambert, Gemma.

A message appears at the top of the screen.

Bunny 🐰: come on darling, need you down here. meeting is about to start 😗

Her fingers hesitate.

yn: be down in five

Bunny 🐰: is everything okay? where’s my kiss? 😗😗😗😗😗😗😗😗😗😗

She sighs, she feels bad because it’s not his fault.

He had been offered the role, came home and instantly told his wife that if she wasn’t comfortable with him having romantic scenes - he’d turn it down.

YN wasn’t like that.

When she was being logically she would never want to stand in the way of Harry persuing his dreams.

It was acting and she had even been on set a few times when there were heated scenes but it just felt different - uncomfortable.

YN throws one of the bunny merch hoodies, a pair of cropped leggings, and black nikes before heading down from their suite to the conference room.

Harry had purposefully kept the seat open for her, right next to him, and she slips into quietly as they continue to talk.

There were a lot of higher ups in the room, from the venue, the touring company, his team - deciding on what they should do about the weather warning.

He instantly tugs her as close of possible to him with a long arm wrapped around her shoulder and a subtle kiss to the side of her head.

They’re talking about the people standing outside in the rain for GA, they all get quiet, and Harry nudges his wife, “Darling, they’re talking t’you.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Can you repeat the question?” YN asks, eyes a bit wide in embarrassment at all the stares on her face.

A venue manager speaks up, “How do you think the fans will react and how can we ensure them of another show here. We do not want to lose the business of this concert.”

“Obviously upset. People have flown in for the concert - so maybe if you reach out to some of those fans and reimbursement their flights, they’d be more likely to come back and that would look good on you guys,” YN offers, tense and trying to ignore Harry’s concerned expression - he could always tell.

“Jamie, get on that,” The man orders with an executive nod that he liked the idea and Harry squeezes her shoulder lovingly.

The meeting goes on, she would normally wait for Harry to wade through all the people wanting to speak to him but she zips through the maze of bodies and back down the corridor to the elevator.

She about there when she hears someone running to catch up with her, knows exactly who it is when he pulls her back into his strong chest.

“Wha’s wrong?” Her husband murmurs in her ear, lips brushing softly and his arms keeping her as close as possible.

“It’s nothing, I just need some time alone,” YN sighs, stepping out of his warm embrace and turning to face him.

“Did I do somethin’? Baby, c’mon,” He coaxes, frowning as he studies her face, “Talk t’me, please.”

“I’m just - I’m being dumb,” She chuckles with no humor in her tone, tears welling again and she is quick to cover her face in her sleeve because fans are being to notice them.

“Okay, okay. Let’s get y’upstairs,” Harry replies, guiding her towards the elevator and throwing his arm around her to block her - it would look playful in the fan photos.

The crowd gets irritated when Harry refuses to stop and sign things, take pictures but his bodyguards quickly block them from getting to close.

Once in the elevator, alone, Harry cups her face gently, “Baby, y’gotta tell me what’s going on, m’confused.”

“The trailer, it came out and -“

Harry is perplexed for a moment, “Is that why everyone’s blowing up m’phone?”

Then he’s pulling it out, swiping a few times, and the short ten-second trailer is playing across his screen and he knows instantly.

“Sweetheart,” He sighs, tucking it back into his pocket, “M’sorry-“

“No, no. Don’t apologize,” YN interrupts him, eyes frantic as she speaks, “I’m not - It’s not your fault. I just wasn’t expecting it and it threw me off. I am so proud of you -“

“But y’a bit jealous, huh?” Harry smirks, rubbing his thumb against her bottom lip lightly, tugging to tease a bit.

“You’re my husband. Of course, I don’t want to see you do that with anyone else,” YN replies, watching as her husbands eyes meld into something fiery and golden.

“Can I tell you a secret?” He asks, voice deepening into what YN likes to call his sex voice and it really does work - makes her stomach flip.

“Harry, you don’t have to try to make me feel better. I’m re-“

Harry hits the red stop button on elevator, pausing the movement - it was a single elevator to the penthouse so it wasn’t effecting the rest of the hotel guests.

“Let me tell you a secret. The day we had to film tha’ scene, when I had to kiss someone who wasn’t you over and over again. When I had to act like I would fuck someone other than you,” Harry’s teeth are grazing her jugular dangerously, his breathe minty and cool, “You remember that one night on the balcony?”

“Mm,” YN agrees shakily, she remembers that night a few months ago well.

Harry had come home from set with a mission.

He hadn’t disclosed what happened that day and YN had completely forgotten to ask later on.

When he stormed through their master bedroom and swung open the balcony doors, his eyes fall hungrily on his wife who’s reading a book on their balcony. ***

Her skin was glowing on the dim fairy lights and reflection of the moon, it was late- nearly midnight when he’d finally gotten home.

She was lounging on the sofa, sprawled in a silk pajama set that was simple but so sexy in the way her natural breasts lay without a bra - nipples poking at the fabric.

It had only taken him a moment, he’d been hard the whole ride home thinking about his wife, and when he saw that, he was striding over and murmuring, “You know your safe words, right baby?”

It was him eating her out hungrily, ridding her of her clothes and him still fully dressed as he nipped and sucked at her clit.

Then he had bent her over the balcony railing, overlooking the Hollywood hills where surely their neighbors could have seen if they squinted.

His fingers were digging harshly into her backside, thrusting and having her tits sway with the force as he praised her on how well she took it.

And it ended with back on the couch, her legs soaked from her multiple releases, skin smattered in bruises and love bites, and Harry kissing her roughly as he pinched her clit and released inside her.

“The reason I wrecked y’tha’ night was because doing all that shit on set made me want to come straight home to m’wife,” Harry whispers like there’s other people in the elevator with them.

“Harry,” She mutters shyly, avoiding eye contact and looking down to the marble floor.

“No, look at me, baby. All I could think about were how much better your mouth feels, how no one can ever compare to how fuckin’ sexy y’are,” He rumbles, his hand is slipping underneath her hoodie and palming at her belly.

“Love you,” YN replies, reaching up to press their lips together and whine when his tongue automatically finds it way into her mouth.

“Been with you since I was fifteen. Y’know tha’? There’s a reason for that, s’because nobody gets to me like you do. You always make me crave more. The reason I put that rock on y’finger and y’name on m’bank account.”

“Bunny, please.”

Harry smirks against her lips, “Please what?”

“Fuck me, c’mon,” She begs desperately, his hand teasing at the waistband of her leggings but not giving her anything.

“Gotta give it t’you when you ask, s’my husbandly duty,” Harry kisses her again, hands moving to tug them down.

“Yes, be a good husband,” She scolds, getting on her tiptoes out of instinct as he slips two fingers up into her.

“M’tryin’,” He gruffs, hissing at how wet she is for him as he curls his fingers towards the front her wall to hit her spot, “Only one f’me. Never want anyone else, been an love-struck idiot for you since I was fifteen.”

After they finish, Harry presses the button to restart the elevator and they’re both panting, with a light sheen on sweat.

When they step into the foyer of the penthouse, Harry cups her face and makes sure he has her full attention.

“I love you. If this movie or me acting with other people romantically is too much for you. Please tel me, m’job is never more important than m’marriage,” He says seriously, face still splotchy from coming in the sticky, hot elevator.

She shakes her head, “It doesn’t make me uncomfortable - well, not when I’m thinking logically. I’m proud of you, I can’t wait to see the movie.”

“I love y’so much, sunflower. Y’my soulmate, the reason I have the courage and confidence is because of you.”

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