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emeritusemeritus · 3 months

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Haunted [Eddie Munson X Reader]

Title: Haunted.

Pairing: Eddie MunsonxReader {Acquaintances to lovers?}

Timeline: Set around S4 (no vecna)

Summary: Eddie sees his dream girl once day at the record store, but will he ever be able to find her again?

Warnings: Minor swearing, Eddie’s a little clueless and a little dismissive for a while. A bit of sexism and mentions of stereotypes. Brief mentions of drugs (it’s Eddie). ‘Un-named freak’ is called Ritchie in this story. Use of y/n. POV changes towards the end. Not Beta read nor spellchecked.

Word count: 3.4K

Eddie Munson had always considered himself particularly unlucky in life, wether it be the family he was born in to, the hand he'd be dealt in life or the way he was so often misunderstood by every outsider. But he'd never considered himself cursed, nor haunted; at least not until the 8th of March, 1896.

It was a Saturday, as boring an uneventful as they come, a little drizzly but mild and completely, mind numbingly boring. He'd done a deal earlier that morning and had decided to spend a little of his fresh earnings, hoping the record store would have something new to catch his eye. The Vault was an old independent record store downtown that had suffered greatly during the Starcourt Mall's rule, with RadioShack and Sam Goody's drawing in most of the younger crowds that left business scarce but the older generation, collectors and music fans that favoured minority categories or alternative sounds always found a home at the Vault, such as Eddie Munson. He'd been waiting a week for the Vault to receive a shipment of the new Metallica album Master of Puppets, though Rob the owner had assured him it would be in by Saturday, nearly five days late after the release. Eddie's hands were itching to get hold of a copy after being pumped by the debut album of King Diamond only a month before, but he was more than ready for something new.

He'd planned to meet Gareth at the store downtown and was waiting out by his van, stood leaning against the hood to smoke a joint when he spotted something entirely unheard of for Hawkins.

A girl, dressed in black high waisted pants that were ripped at the knees and a band shirt that looked eerily familiar to him. It was a Judas Priest 'Defenders of the faith' shirt, identifiable by the distinctive red and blue album logo on the front of the shirt, along with the white priest logo on her chest. She had a chain attached to her belt and chunky black boots just incase the shirt wasn't impactful enough.

She was beautiful, her hair flowing down her back with shaggy bangs and some shit around her eyes Eddie didn't understand that made them look sexy as hell. He was floored, frozen and almost drooling as he watched her walk across the sidewalk towards the record store. He cursed Gareth for being late, making a mental note to put his character in mortal peril during his next campaign and felt himself almost drifting across the road to get a chance to talk to her, but stopped himself at the last minute. He thought of how he could 'accidentally' bump into her, no doubt around the metal/ hard rock section of the record store and strike up a conversation but he couldn't think of a single way to make it seem authentic, or to talk about.

He swore out loud when he saw her walk out only a few minutes later with a smile on her face that he was certain would be etched into his memory forever. He was certain he'd never seen her before, a hot chick that was into metal in Hawkins? No way.

If he wasn't already head over heels for the mystery girl already, he was smitten as soon as she pulled away, the distinctive sounds of Metallica blasting through her speakers, the speedy trash metal echoing through her black car and out into the streets of Hawkins getting quieter and quieter as she drives away.

From that moment, he looked everywhere for her at school, around Hawkins but he could never spot her.

"Gotta shoot, got business," he says, standing suddenly and closing his metal 'lunch box' with a reasoning clunk. He hot tails it out of the school cafeteria and begins making his way across the lot, down his regular route towards the tree line when a noise stops him.

Master of Puppets.

He'd know that riff anywhere, he'd been trying to learn it for days now after finally getting a copy from Rob at the vault. His head shoots up like a meerkat on a hill, scrutinising the cars and the bodies littered about the lot to catch a glimpse of you but he's too late. He sees your black car pulling out the lot and onto the dirt road between the schools and drops his head in defeat. How could he have missed you? He'd spent days searching for you, keeping his eyes focused on the people around him, looking for any sign of you. He'd visited family video more times than he ever had in the past incase you'd decided to venture out there, even asking Buckey and Harrington in a round about way wether he'd seen 'the new chick in town'. He'd downplayed it obviously, he wasn't about to start competing with Harrington so he just mentioned you in passing, not mentioning your appearance at all. They'd seen nothing.

Then Henderson barrelled in one day about this new girl he'd been talking to, apparently she was super cool, asked him about his shirt, d&d and had completely outed herself as a nerd, quoting Star Wars back to him. Eddie had felt hope rise up in his chest but his interest quickly faded when Henderson described the girl wearing a pink and white dress with a white long sleeved shirt underneath, definitely not the girl Eddie had been looking for.

It was a game of cat and mouse, though Eddie was definitely losing the game.

Eddie was perplexed, distracted; even more so than usual. So when a figure appeared beside him at the end of Click's Friday morning history class, during which he'd spent the entire time staring off into the distance through the window and not writing a single note, not even pulling out a scrap of paper nor a pen, he jumped out of his skin at the sudden interaction.

"Hi, you're Eddie right?" The girl says a little shyly, drawing his attention away from the window, though he hardly looks up at the new customer.

"£20 for a half ounce bag, I don't sell single joints right now," he says absently and quietly, reaching down for his lunchbox, "Picnic bench out in the clearing at lunch."

"Oh, no, I wasn't," she begins to say, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "You know what, never mind."

He watches as the girl walks away, reaching for her backpack and shoving in the notebook she was holding. His eyes follow her as she pushes her backpack over one shoulder and walks out of the class without sparing him a final look.

He stews on the stranger interaction until lunch when he gets distracted by the guys arguing over the new girl Henderson had mentioned earlier than week.

"She came right out and quoted A New Hope like it was nothing, I'm telling you she's a secret nerd,"Jeff says, picking at his lunch.

"Like how?" Mike says, half paying attention.

"I asked her how she liked it in Hawkins and where she was from before and she said, and I quote, 'Mos Eisley space port but worse'".

"You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. We must be cautious," Dustin mimics, doing his best Obi-Wan impression, earning a snort from Gareth and a rare smile from Ritchie.

"I'm telling you, she's a total nerd," Jeff smirks, taking a bite of his cafeteria pizza.

"A hot nerd," Gareth adds, earning a nod from Jeff and Ritchie.

"You know she asked me about D&D, maybe we could invite her along for a taster, Eddie?" Dustin says, each of them turning to their leader who was barely paying attention.

"Eddie?" Gareth repeats, finally getting through to Eddie.

"Huh? Oh yeah whatever," Eddie says, clearly having not paid any attention to the conversation happening around him. The group look at each other with various levels of concerned expressions and confusion, wondering where the stood on inviting the new girl.

Dustin, never one to follow the rules, decides to step up and invite the new girl anyway, taking a giant leap that Eddie had technically agreed to it. He catches her between classes and invites her to tonight's campaign, telling her that she wouldn't be able to actually play until she was formally enrolled and created a character sheet but she could watch. To his relief, she agreed with a warm smile and eager nod, making his own smile beam across his face.

"Drama room after school, don't be late, he hates that!"

"Who's this?" Eddie says, when Dustin, Lucas and new girl walk in, spotting the intruder from his place in the throne. It was the same girl from class that had walked up to him without a reason.

"Y/n," Dustin answers casually, walking away and taking his regular seat. "You said she could sit in."

"Did I? Henderson?" Eddie's tone is clipped and his eyes pierce Dustin in a harsh way, not that he notices.

"It's okay, I can go," she says awkwardly from her spot, feeling the weight of rejection settling in. Everyone else had been so friendly but Eddie seemed to want nothing to do with her.

"Nah stay," Eddie says, finally looking in her direction and acknowledging her as a person. She smiles briefly and nods, though it's somewhat forced, still feeling painfully awkward to be where she clearly wasn't wanted. "You sitting down? Just don't interrupt and no questions for now."

"Ok, be straight with me," Eddie says at the end of the session, having told her to stick around afterwards until it was just the two of them. He'd caught sight of her multiple times during the game when she would cheer along with the guys, looked tense in the pets where he lingered for tension and had followed the brief rules he'd laid down dutifully, causing no issues at all. "What's a girl like you want to do with D&D?"

"Girl like me?" She challenges, her right eyebrow raised at the implications of his words.

"Yanno," he says, throwing the last of the equipment into his cardboard box he used to lug the stuff back and forth, "you don't seem the type to be into D&D." He thought of record store girl once again, she would definitely be into d&d, or at least he could convince her to be.

She catches him looking at her cream coloured sweater and blue jeans, his eyes clearly looking at her outfit as to make a point.

"So what, you think there's an angle here? A regular girl can't have an interest in something that isn't Madonna or nail polish? You really have such a low opinion of women?"

"No," he says quickly, turning around to face her as he senses her clipped tone, only to be met with a smirk tugging at the side of her lips and eyebrow still raised. She was goading him.

"Just saying, it's a little unheard of," he says, much more meekly now. He watches as she simply shrugs, offering nothing back.

"I like what I like and I'm not gonna change that for anyone," she says with another shrug, unknowingly earning a multitude of respect from Eddie as he watches her speak. She really was pretty. "Just because I don't think Tom Cruise is the hottest man on the planet and Bananarama didn't change my life doesn't mean I'm not normal, and because I like D&D and shitty horror films I'm not girly enough for society's dumb labels."

She watches as Eddie's smirk forms on his face slowly, his hand extending towards her, "welcome to Hellfire."

It's Wednesday afternoon and the bell has just rang signalling the end of the school day when Eddie waits out by his van, smoking a cigarette and waiting for y/n. They were drawing up her character sheet that night ready for her induction to the club during the next campaign, though she'd have to sit the current one out as they were already more than halfway through. Eddie had nipped back to his trailer to pick up a few of his manuals and spare sheets ready for them to draw up her character and she'd offered for them to go to her house after school to work on it.

Eddie discovered that she was actually pretty cool, as she's started sitting with them at lunch and opening up to the conversations around her. She'd spouted an incredible knowledge of Star Wars a couple of times and had even interjected when Jeff had misspoken about something from The fellowship of the ring, blowing Eddie's mind. He hadn't really looked at her until that night at Hellfire but ever since he'd found himself unable to look away. She was gorgeous, even in her little pink sweaters and fashionable dresses. Though he felt conflicted because as much as he liked y/n, he couldn't stop thinking about the girl at the record store, his dream woman.

"Hey, sorry I'm late, couldn't get away from Robin," she said with a smile, appearing in front of the van by Eddie's side.

"Sure you're good with us going to yours? Your mom won't like totally freak out?" Eddie says with a smirk, crushing his cigarette under his sneakers. The girl huffs out a laugh, ignoring Eddie's claims and pulls open the passenger door before climbing in, wordlessly telling him it would be fine.

"Dad? You home?" She shouts as they walk through the door to her home, having ignored Eddie's compromise of parking a little back from her house, knowing the usual protocol. She's ignored him entirely and told him to park on the drive before flashing him a smile and climbing out.

There's no reply from within the house and Eddie relaxes slightly, glad he wouldn't have to face a set of disgruntled parents that inevitably thought he was corrupting their sweet daughter, pink skirt and all.

"You want a drink?" She asks, guiding him into the kitchen. "Coke, beer, Mountain Dew? Oh crap I left my shit upstairs, you wanna do it there?"

Seeing Eddie's slightly startled look, she burst out laughing, realising what she'd said. "I meant the character sheets Munson."

"Oh yeah, yeah," he says, slightly tapping his foot and letting out a laugh that sounds inauthentic even to his own ears. He didn't know what was happening to him. Sure she was pretty, more than pretty but being alone with her like this made him almost painfully nervous.

"Gonna stand there all night?" She quips, noticing him stood exactly where she'd left him after making her way to the stairs. He suddenly catches on and follows her, nervously clutching his cold can of coke and ascending the plain white staircase, mentally cursing himself to get a grip.

He hadn't been in a girls bedroom before, he felt a little weird about it. Would it be cute and flowery? Stuffies and dolls littering the place? His room was a self-proclaimed disaster with more clutter than he could deal with, messy and a little dingy, but it did the job.

"Holy fuck," he says as he steps into the room, following you absently through the wooden doorway as your room comes into view.

Posters of various bands line the walls, ticket stubs and little trinkets dotted around, noticing guitar picks tacked onto the wall near the stubs. There's an honest to god ramskull on the wall above the bed and your vinyl and tape collection is seriously impressive. There's a Jaws poster one side and a similarly impressive book collection near a wooden desk near where you stood. There's a black acoustic guitar on a stand near your closet and an array of black shirts on a shelf nearby.

But then he spots it, a Judas Priest shirt thrown over the chair near the desk- the defenders of the faith shirt that he'd seen his dream woman wearing outside the vault. His eyes flick up to a Judas priest poster on the wall, a creased and slightly ratted up poster that illustrates the show as Madison Square Garden , June 18th 1984- the same one as what was on your shirt.

"You're hot girl?" Eddie turns around, mouth agape and wide eyes roaming across your body.

"What?" You say completely confused at his reaction, thinking nothing of it as you stepped over to your desk to gather the mock character sheets you'd been working on to show him.

"You were at the Vault last week? You got Master of Puppets?" He says frantically, stepping towards you.

"You've been stalking me?" You say curiously, watching him have a mini freak out.

"That was you? But you had ripped jeans and the boots," he rambles, unable to piece the parts together of his own mental puzzle.

Suddenly, you laugh and realise what's happening. You walk over to your closet and pull open the doors, noticing Eddie was watching your every move.

"These?" You ask, pulling out your black Doc Martens, the platform style you'd been wearing when you visited the record store.

"Holy shit, holy shit," Eddie says, staring at the boots that had been imprinted into his mind since he'd seen you last time as he falls back to sit on your bed. "But."

"The clothes?" You say with a smile, understanding why he was so confused. He nods gently, looking around the room still with a moderate sense of confusion, before his eyes fall to you again. You smile and take a seat beside him on the bed, trying not to confuse him more.

"When we moved from New York, mom thought it would be best if I tried to blend in, said that small towns like these don't accept people like us very much. Dad gets away with it because of his job but even my mom started fancying her self up a little more, putting on a show I guess so the small town folk wouldn't gossip," you explain. "So she went out and bought these monstrosities," you say gesturing to the cream coloured sweater you wore. "Only thing is that it's Indiana and it's hot as balls, which sucks when you can't show your arms."

"Wh-." Eddie begins to question but you already anticipate this and begin to pull off your sweater, thankful you were wearing a black tank top underneath.

Eddie's mouth falls open even wider, his eyes bulging as he looks upon your revealed skin, seeing the tattoos that litter your arms, intricate designs and art flowing across your body.

"That explain it?" You say with a gentle laugh. His face is a picture and you wished that you could have taken a photo to keep the memory forever. You reach up to your hair and pull away the clips holding in your bangs and pull down your scrunchie, throwing it across the room before tussling your hair to fall back in place.

It really was you, his dream girl.

"That day, in Click's class," he says, piecing more of the puzzle together.

"I wanted to ask you about Hellfire," you reply, looking up from under your lashes at him, now that his face had returned to normal and mouth no longer agape.

"I was a dick," he says guiltily, his brows pulling together slightly.

"Eh," you shrug, "you weren't to know."

"I judged you like an idiot, when all this time you've been right here under my nose."

He leans in slowly, and you follow his direction until your lips are touching. It’s soft and sweet and absolutely perfect as you feel his soft lips against yours, a playfulness and a shyness to the kiss.

It falls silent for a few moments after you pull apart with shy smiles, but it's not uncomfortable in any way.

"You really saw Priest in '84?" He asks, looking between the shirt and the poster on the wall. You laugh, throwing yourself on the bed to get comfy, pleased that he was feeling more comfortable now as he follows you down to lie beside you on the bed, character sheets forgotten beside you.

"Yeah at the Garden, you know they got banned for life after the show? It was crazy, everyone was ripping up the seats! Very metal."

“Very metal.”

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dulcesiabits · 2 years

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nice to meet you again.

summary: as a young child, you’re suddenly transported to twisted wonderland, and become fast friends with a boy around your age before you finally find a way home. Years later, you crash the opening ceremony at NRC, with no memories of your previous time in twisted wonderland as a child. (ft. ruggie, leona, jamil, kalim).

notes: 2k words, drabbles, childhood friends au, fluff + angst

Ruggie Bucchi

Ruggie could never tell you this, but the first time he saw you, he thought you were an angel.

It wasn’t weird for different kids from around the neighborhood to pop up in his nanna’s kitchen, but you were a little different from the others. You looked like a regular human, clinging to his nanna’s skirts. Ruggie kept chasing you around, trying to get a better look, and you kept running away until his nanna told you two to stop.

When his nanna told him that you were far from home, and would be staying with them for a little while, Ruggie wondered if you were a real angel after all. His nanna had asked him to look after you until you adjusted to life here, so he’d do his best to protect you! You didn’t look like you’d last a single day on the streets, after all.

The two of you would run around on the streets, and Ruggie introduced you to all his friends, playing games until the sun set and his nanna called the two of you to eat dinner. He would hunt for flowers and rip them up, dirt still clinging to the roots as he offered them to you. And Ruggie taught you how to bargain, how to run from risky situations, how to sweet-talk the more naive adults (he would have taught you to pickpocket, too, but... he didn’t want you to get in trouble. Besides, he liked it when you bandaged his scrapes and bruises after a particularly risky adventure).

That didn’t mean you were safe from his pranks, though. Sometimes he would swipe one of your favorite items, or steal a bite of your dinner when you weren’t looking. If anyone else tried to mess with you, though, he’d get ‘em back for trying to make you cry.

You and Ruggie were a team! You were, until the day he came home with your favorite snack hidden in his back pocket, and his nanna told him you had went home.

---

He knew who you were as soon as you stepped foot into the mirror room with a trouble-making cat, ruining the freshman orientation ceremony. Ruggie hadn’t believed it at first, but he would never forget you, even if you were years older... and didn’t remember him.

How could you forget him? Did he mean nothing to you? Did the time you spent together meaning nothing?

Fine. He had dealt with worse. The two of you would just be strangers again, even if Ruggie couldn’t stop himself from looking out for you every now and then.

(Maybe it was better that way. Ruggie wasn’t ashamed of who he was, but you knew him when he was nothing, had less than he did now. If you did remember him, what would you think of him...?)

Leona Kingscholar

His brother, Falena, was the sun.

There was nowhere Leona could go to escape his presence; Falena’s blinding light would make its way to every corner of the palace, touch upon every servant.

Everyone was always on Falena’s side. It was destined from the start that Leona would never be able to live up to him. No matter how fast he ran, how far he went, he could not escape it.

But you, the strange kid from another world that Falena had so graciously taken in? You were different.

You followed him around without fear, never heeding the whispers of the servants. You would marvel at every feat of magic he performed, your eyes glittering. You were his first friend, his sole companion, the only one who preferred him over his brother.

Who cared if the servants muttered about him, if his father’s attention was never fully given to him? Leona had you. He snuck into the kitchens with you to beg for extra desserts before dinner. He would sit on the balcony and the two of you would play chess, and he let you make up as many rules as you wanted. At night, he showed you magic that lit up his room, gentle rays of sunlight that danced across the walls, a private sun just for the two of you.

When you spent time with Falena instead, he felt a weird prickling in his chest. Why was his brother making you smile like that? Leona didn’t like it, one bit. he would tug you away, making up some excuse as he did so, his scowl melting as you gripped his hand, asking what he wanted to do today.

(He couldn’t let you be something else that Falena took from him, someone else that would never be his).

But one day, you went home. And Leona was alone again.

---

When he met you again years later as you crashed the opening ceremony at NRC, Leona could only marvel at your audacity.

You came into his life, gave him a taste of happiness, and then left? And now you had no memories of your past with him? When Leona had recognized you right away, because he would never have been able to forget you, even if he wanted to?

He had no plans to get close to you again. You’d already broken his heart once, and you would never get the chance to do so again.

(He watched you play chess once, and when asked where you learned how, you only shrugged. Someone important to me taught me how, a long time ago, you said. If he had been so important to you, why did you forget him?)

Jamil Viper

Jamil could only regard you with suspicion the day Kalim took you in.

A lost child, from a land no one had ever heard of? Likely story. His parents had trained him for such situations, and it was probable you were an assassin. But Kalim’s bleeding heart could never turn you away, and so you found yourself a place at the Asim mansion, against Jamil’s better judgement.

It took a while for him to warm up to you, to be honest. It wasn’t his job to be your friend, not when you were Kalim’s treasured guest. But... you and Kalim always insisted on playing with him, and the more he got to know you, the more Jamil realized he liked you.

With you, Jamil could be himself. You didn’t know about his history, his role, never reminding him that his only purpose was to give up everything for Kalim. The two of you could just be friends, ordinary friends.

Jamil would show you around the markets, using his allowance to buy the two of you food from street vendors. The two of you would run around the mansion, playing tag and hide and seek and so many other games as the exasperated servants chided you for bumping into them. And, sometimes, when no one was looking, Jamil would show you the spells he had diligently practiced in secret, fire dancing across his fingers. The look on your face made everything worth it, because you were the only one who he could show the full extent of his abilities.

Once, you got hurt. Jamil could only blame himself, for not being able to keep you safe, for forgetting, just a moment, the dangers of the Asim household. If he had just been more careful, more capable, more powerful... he wouldn’t have had to wait by your bedside, holding your left hand, waiting for you to wake up.

(The assassin who hurt you had been after Kalim, and Jamil heard whispers that the adults have purposefully put you in harm’s way so Kalim would stay safe. Jamil hated this place, and the scheming adults, and... and especially Kalim: they had all done this to you).

And then, one day, you left without a word, back to the strange place you said you hailed from. Jamil could do nothing but wonder what he could have done for you to stay.

---

It took him a while to piece together that the troublemaker from the NRC opening ceremony was you.

Jamil kept his distance, watching you run around and laugh with your friends the way you used to do with him. It shouldn’t have surprised him that you didn’t remember him. He should have known better than to expect much.

Maybe Jamil should let the memories of you go, tuck them away safely where it wouldn’t hurt to think about you.

(He was chasing after your ghost. What if you weren’t the same person he had cared about? What if you were, and he had to see everything he lost as you looked at him like a stranger?)

Kalim Al-Asim

As soon as Kalim saw you, wandering lost and alone, he took you by the hand and insisted you come home with him.

That’s how you ended up in the Asim mansion, Kalim guiding you by the hand as Jamil trailed behind. How could he have just leave you out on the streets when you looked so sad? Besides... this meant he had one more friend to play with!

Kalim adored you, from the bottom of his heart. Despite people’s grumblings, he didn’t doubt for a second you were innocent, and that you wouldn’t hurt him. You didn’t even know who he was, and the weight of his family name meant nothing for once... Kalim loved everyone, but things were a little different with you.

The moment he was awake, Kalim would run to your room, bouncing on your bed until you were ready to spend all day with him. He was reluctant to part with you during the night, and often he would sneak over to your room for a sleepover until you fell asleep while talking.

He wanted nothing more than to give you the best of everything: the tastiest foods, the prettiest jewels, the fluffiest pets. If you had asked for the stars in the sky, Kalim wouldn’t have rested until he had plucked them for you; he would have done anything for his dearest friend.

The two of you would run around the mansion with Jamil, doodling in the courtyard with chalk. Kalim would dance with you, taking you by the hands to lead you into clumsy step after clumsy step until you fell down, giggling. You would sneak into his lessons, making faces at him when the teacher’s back was turned.

It would have been wonderful if things could have continued like this forever. But you were poisoned one day, ingesting a meal that had been meant for him, and you laid sick in bed for days. Kalim had cried, holding your right hand, refusing to leave until he was certain you would wake up again.

(He could have given up all his treasures if you would be okay. He would give up the Asim name. Please, please, please... you couldn’t leave him like this).

He should have protected you! Kept you safe! Maybe that’s why you left one day without a word, back to the world you came from.

---

Kalim is overjoyed to see you in NRC again. He would have known who you were, even if his eyes were closed and his ears covered. It was you, after all. He could never forget you!

But... you forgot him. That was okay. Kalim didn’t mind, not if it meant you were happy, and alive. He didn’t mind that you forgot, even if it hurt a little to see you look at him in confusion, as if you could almost remember who he was.

But he was okay, now that he had you in his life again! Even if you never wanted to be friends, or you weren’t close with him anymore, he would be fine, as long as you were right there where he could see.

(What if he put you in danger again? What if you remembered your past together, and you got hurt? He couldn’t stand seeing you in pain anymore. So Kalim could only do his best to protect you by letting you go, burying every urge to pull you close to him).

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kaeyas-beloved · 6 months

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a shot in the dark

Character: Wanderer

— his fourth and final betrayal…

CWs: gn!reader (no pronouns), ANGST, hurt/no comfort, death/murder, guns, Apocalypse AU, Wanderer is referred to as such and as Kunikuzushi

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Started laughing like Light Yagami at work just thinking about the pain I’m about to inflict :)

“You promised me!”

Eyes the colour of a midnight sky - the same eyes you've spent the past few years memorizing, learning and getting lost in their depths during sleepless nights - bubble with tears.

At first glance his expression portrays anger, but you’ve known him long enough to know that there’s more to it. He’s angry, yes, but he’s not angry at you, not really. No, if anything he’s cursing out the world more, for doing him wrong once again, for torturing him by ripping you away from him. Everything he’s ever known feels as if it’s crumbling around him, the barely concealed tremble in his irises telling of the turmoil he’s fighting and losing to.

Denial quickly takes over, your body getting shaken by the shoulders. He starts pleading with you to cut the act, that the joke isn’t funny and never was. Ideas and theories cloud his mind; they say if you cut off the infected part of the body in time you can stop the transformation from human to zombie.

Yet, as he grasps your arm in a firm but not bruising grip, all it takes is one look at the bite on your forearm to know there is no saving you, not with how bloody and discolored the skin around it is. This is the end.

A soft sniffle echoes in the quiet night, his voice softer than before, the note of defeat unmistakable, "You… you promised…"

You did, and faced with the reality that you can't keep that promise, you wrap your arms around him. Whispers of hushes and apologies fill his ear; you're sorry for not being more careful, for acting before thinking, for leaving him alone in this shithole of a world. There will never be enough words or sentences in all the languages to convey the agony you feel at what you're putting him through.

Even though you pull away from him you keep a firm hand on his cheek; you have to make sure he's looking at you when you say what has to be said.

A broken smile appears on your face, your eyes darting all over him, committing each detail to memory, "You're not going to like what I have to say next…"

His reaction is immediate, tone all bark and no bite, "then don't say it at all! Fuck, why didn't you ask me to come along!? Then you could've saved that little girl, I would've dealt with the monsters and you'd be fine right now!"

For a moment you remain quiet; there's truth in his outburst, but you were the one in charge of scavaging today. Your group had scouted a particular place for a few days; no one had taken anything and the volume of zombies was near to none, all that was needed was one person to go raid the place, and you were the lucky sucker.

A tear slips down your face; it’s not like you want to say what comes next, it’s more of a need. As much as you hate to think it, everything from that moment on was business.

Pulling back fully, you reach for his limp hand while stretching to unclamp a gun from the holster on your waist. Anyone with a brain knew what you were about to say, and he didn't like it one bit, eyes sharpening into a glare. Retching his hand from you, Wanderer steps back, shaking his head vehemently.

“No.” He’s firm on his stance one the matter, voice deadly serious as he looks at the weapon you hold out to him. He won’t; he can’t. It takes you parroting the words he said to you before for him to even hear you out. all it takes is a second to stand in front of him again, setting the cool, heavy object in his shaking palm.

"You promised me that if this ever happened, you'd end my life before I turned." In one big step you’re in front of him again, setting the cold object in his shaking palm. Suddenly it feels like he’s holding the weight of tons.

“God I wish I could kiss you right now… I want to so, so bad,” you whisper, leaning your forehead against his, your noses brushing. You push the silencer attachment into his other hand, "but I don't want to infect you, so this little contact we have will have to do."

"I love you. I love you so much and I never want you to forget that. My dear Kunikuzushi..." Tears roll down your cheeks freely now as you gently rub under his eyes, “please, do this for me. I don’t want to hurt anyone…”

You’re hurting me, he thinks, but deep down he knows this must be done. It’s what you want.

He doesn’t say much as he nods, grabbing into your wrist again. This time it’s not with the urgency or hope that things could still be salvaged; this time it’s with the deep rooted need to comfort you, “I know you love the stars… I think it’s only right that you get to see them for all they are one last time.”

You’re silent as he drags you to a wide open clearing, the grass reaching just below your knees. The tiny gasp you let out was involuntary, as every time you see the night sky it steals your breath away. Even when you’ve seen them a thousand times in this very spot, they never fail to let you escape from your current reality. How fitting… the perfect place to forget the impending end.

Wanderer is deadly silent beside you as he screws on the silencer, refusing to look at you. He knows if he does he’ll fall in love with your wonder filled gaze all over again and back out in a heartbeat.

While looking around and taking in each twinkle of light, you hear a murmur from beside you, barely intelligible. You hum, asking him to repeat himself.

“I love you too.” He says clearly that time, “I’m sorry for not saying it enough.”

Smiling softly at him, you cup his cheek again, “I know. It’s alright, you didn’t have to say it for me to know you love me.”

In an instant you’re pulled into another hug - your last, you bitterly realize - and you wrap your arms around him without a second thought. God how he wants to kiss you too, he wants to say a proper goodbye.

“Go enjoy that stars…” he whispers to you instead, reluctantly letting you slip away from him.

Kunikuzushi was a sharp shooter, known for always hitting his target. It was a trait he took pride in, but as he aims for the back of your head now… he doesn’t know exactly how to feel, knowing what will happen, able to picture the next few minutes in his mind.

Eyes the colour of a stormy night follow you as you walk into the middle of the field. Silently he counts to thirty, then continues to count. By time he reaches fifty he sees your shoulders ease up, your head tilting this way and that, no doubt looking for constellations.

He chose then to pull the trigger, feeling sick to his stomach as he watches your silhouette fall, knowing that you won’t be rising next to him in bed come tomorrow morning.

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marchtothefuckingsea · 2 years

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You Belong Here - Dean Winchester

My Masterlist

Enemies to lovers undertones, hurt/comfort, angst

Word Count: 2.7k Warnings: Injury, descriptive injure, blood, canon violence. Not proofread.

Prompted by: “Let’s just say that if I saw you bleeding out on my kitchen floor, I’d act like I hadn’t seen you.” #31 on this amazing list. When I say this prompt took on a life of it’s own I am telling you WHAT

"Would you two calm down?" Sam sighed in irritation, walking into the kitchen. Dean and I were at each other's throats again-for the second time that day-over a hunt he and Sam had gone on without even telling me. They had then called me up in a panic asking to be picked up. I had panicked too then, because they had told me they would just be at some bar, not going on a werewolf hunt.

"No, we're in this as a team, aren't we? I know you didn't want me to go, but you could have at least told me you were going out on a hunt instead of blatantly lying to me like that!" I argued.

"I didn't want you to go because a third person would just get in the way." Dean hissed.

"Oh, so I'm just the third wheel now?"

"Always have been." Dean was suddenly indifferent now, turning to take a swig of his beer.

"Then who would've saved your ass back there, Winchester?" I narrowed my eyes at him, voice dangerously low.

He shrugged. "I'll admit, it's convenient to have you around."

"And I'm sure you wouldn't go out of your way to help me out, would you?"

"Let's just say that if I saw you bleeding out on my kitchen floor, I'd act like I hadn't seen you." He said indifferently.

"I never really was a part of this stupid team bullshit." I spat, getting to my feet and stalking off. "I should've known that from the start."

Loading my gear up into my car, I slammed the trunk shut with more force than necessary, leaning onto my elbows and heaving a sigh. I ran my hands through my hair. I was trying not to be impulsive about this.

"Fuck it." I muttered. Those two idiots may not have been able to take him, but I knew how they approached things. I'd be more sneaky about it. Plus, they had already injured it, giving me a head start.

I climbed out of my car at the cabin, tucking my silver knife into my boot and patting my hip to make sure my gun with the silver bullet was strapped to my belt. Satisfied, I stalked off into the woods, slinking around the cabin and taking notes of the rooms with lights on. I peered into a window in confusion. There wasn't any movement. Not even the flash or changing colors of a TV screen.

I was only able to gasp in surprise as I was suddenly tackled to the ground. With a grunt, I rolled away from my attacker, scrambling to my feet and yanking the knife out of my boot. My eyes took a moment to focus, but when they did, I could make out the heaving figure of a man in front of me. He wasn't completely shifted, half of his face covered in dense fur, and his arms as well. He narrowed his eyes at me.

"I knew there would be another of you coming." He growled.

"You guessed right, mutt." I spat at him, ducking underneath his sudden swing and sinking the blade of my knife into his arm. He howled in pain as the silver burned into his flesh. It served as a doubled edged sword when he tried to pull it out, as the hilt and handle were crafted with silver, too. Smoke rose from his furry hand as he ripped the knife from his bicep and tossed it into the brush, a low growl emanating from his throat.

I took a step back, expecting him to be writhing in pain by now. I hadn't really dealt with werewolves, and from what the Winchester brothers had told me, he should have been almost incapacitated at my silver blade. No wonder they hadn't been able to take him out. Now that I could take his face in more clearly in the moonlight, I saw several scars, new ones crossing over old ones, and I noticed a blood spot on his tank top that certainly hadn't been there before. I assumed that was where Dean had said he had shot him.

Eyeing his wound, I lunged at him, digging my fingers into it. He made a strangled sound, and in a blur, I managed to pin him to the ground. I fumbled for my gun, my hands shaking with adrenaline, and in that small window of time, he had flipped me onto my back and, with a sickening crack, landed an inhumanly strong punch to my ribs. I groaned, fighting the urge to scream out. His features shifted wildly before he completely turned. He went absolutely wild, tearing at the tender flesh of my stomach with long, sharp claws, and ripping into my bicep and shoulder with his teeth. My hands scrambled for my gun and continued to fumble with it through the reddish haze of my vision, before I finally managed to off the safety with a click, and shoot him in the heart.

I rolled his body off of mine with a whimper, struggling onto all fours. I could feel my blood pouring out of the wounds I had sustained, and it was already weakening me substantially. I staggered to my feet, clutching onto a tree for support. I stumbled to my car which, although wasn't far, felt like miles in my current state. By the time I had slumped into the seat, I was struggling to stay conscious. The blood loss was getting to me. Quick.

My drive back to the bunker was a blur, and I fumbled with the keys multiple times before I found the right one. I didn't even consider knocking; I already knew I wasn't welcome anymore. I never really had been.I would bandage myself up and be gone by morning.

They were always a sibling team, and there was never any room for another person. Although, at one point, I had liked Dean, and I almost thought he returned it. But it was obvious enough to me now that he didn't-and probably never had-felt that way about me. Sam was like a brother to me, but I'm sure he was only tolerating me too; he was probably just too nice to say anything about it.

As soon as I made it in, I immediately made for the kitchen. I thrusted my forearms under the cool water of the sink, letting out a sound something halfway between a sigh and a whimper as the crimson water ran down the drain. My exposed flesh stung horribly. A dripping trail of blood had followed me across the floor, and was now beginning to pool around my feet. I slumped tiredly over the counter, before turning and sliding down the cabinets, weakly holding my shredded arm to my chest. I knew I was bleeding out fast, but I didn't have it in me to care.

I told myself I was just regaining my balance, I'd get up as soon as the room stopped spinning so dizzyingly. I made a pathetic effort to put pressure on my stomach wounds, my hands shaking. Voices followed by the slamming of a door and rapid, urgent footsteps made me snap my head up, which had fallen forward in exhaustion. I tried to make myself smaller, curling into the cabinet that I was leaning against and shaking. My heart pounded in my ears.

I startled back into consciousness as a hand came into contact with my shoulder, shaking me awake. I scrambled to get away from them, panicking when my back hit a wall. My eyes darted around wildly before they were met with frightened green ones.

"Dean?" I coughed, blood bubbling up in my throat.

"It's me, sweetheart. Stay with me." His hand briefly cupped the side of my face, before he hastily turned to grab something, muttering a curse under his breath. He wadded up a dish towel before pressing it to my stomach. I cried out, struggling against him as he carefully laid me on the floor. I kicked my legs helplessly, gripping onto his hands with a petrified look in my eyes. In my confused state, I genuinely thought he was trying to kill me.

"Sam!" He called out over his shoulder. Rapid footsteps came down the hall, and I heard Sam's voice before he came into view.

"What the fuck happened??" He asked, immediately turning on his heel and leaving the room.

"Sam," I mumbled, thinking he was leaving me. "No."

"Don't worry, he's just going to get some things to stitch you up. Don't do that." He added as I struggled onto my elbows. His hand pressed against my chest, forcing my back down to the floor. "God, you're fucking freezing." He added.

"She's cold." I heard Dean tell Sam when he came back into the room. I cracked my eyes back open, fingers feeling for my pulse. I groaned in protest.

"Shit, you're right. Okay." I heard things rustling. The pressure on my stomach lessened and I visibly relaxed in relief. It didn't last long though, before a burning sensation spread through my flesh. I squirmed in discomfort at first, until it became even worse, and I let out a low moan of pain.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm sorry." Dean's voice was uncharacteristically soft. Caring, even.

"I killed it." I mumbled, forcing my tired eyes open. His eyes were glossy as if he was crying, but he had a sort of breathless smile on his face. The burning subsided, and gauze took its place.

"Good. Good job, I'm proud of you." He praised me, holding my face in his hands. I sighed, unintentionally leaning into the warmth and comfort of his palms. I'd enjoy it while I could, either before I left, or for however long until I inevitably lost my hold on consciousness and slipped into the hands of death.

"You've never said that to me before." I sighed.

"I know, I should have. You're an amazing hunter." Finished, Sam got to his feet with a nod to Dean, leaving the room. I raised my head weakly to follow him, before giving up and returning my attention to the older Winchester.

"'m not." I argued, my words slurring. "'m going to die from a fucking werewolf."

"You're not going to die." He said sternly.

"What happened to letting me bleed out on the kitchen floor?" I asked him, changing the subject and struggling to keep my eyes open.

"I changed my mind." I felt him slide his arms underneath me. My eyes fluttered shut, a feeling of safety washing over me. I relaxed against him, ignoring his orders to stay awake.

I woke up from a fevered, restless sleep, rolling onto my side with a moan and beginning to shiver violently. Despite the fact I was sweating profusely, my senses told me otherwise, and I curled into the warmth at my back with another shudder, squeezing my eyes shut and wrapping my arms around myself. The dim light of the room was familiar and easy on my pulsating headache. I laid there, beginning to fall asleep again, as memories of the event returned to me. Movement at my back made me freeze in realization. I turned my head slowly, praying I was wrong.

Dean's face was inches from mine, and he shuffled in his sleep, frowning. He slung an arm over my waist. I began to struggle onto my elbows, trying to put some distance between us. This was too much.

His green eyes opened in alarm as I wiggled out of his grip.

"Sorry. I'm sorry." I mumbled out an apology as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed, resting my elbows on my knees and pushing back a wave of dizziness with a groan. I felt the mattress shift, and he was beside me with his arm around my shoulders. I unconsciously leaned into him.

"For what? Sweetheart, you have nothing to be sorry about." He gently rubbed my uninjured arm.

"No, I've always just been the third wheel between you and Sam. I just keep getting in the way and fucking things up."

"You're no-" He began.

"You've said it yourself, over and over again. I get it. You don't have to lie to me just because I almost got myself killed." I muttered out the last part, pulling away from him.

He leaned forward on his knees, head in his hands. "You don't actually- God, I really fucked up." He mumbled under his breath before turning his gaze back to me. "Look, I didn't mean it. I never did." He explained. "I'm so sorry." He apologized softly. Any and all trace of cockiness or sarcasm was gone. He was genuine.

"It's a little late for that, Winchester. I'm leaving. I already planned on it."

"You can't just make decisions like that on a whim-" He protested.

"I'm not. I've been thinking this over for a while now. For months. It's for the best. No hard feelings." I reassured him. There were definitely hard feelings-ones that were incredibly hard to face.

"I love you." He admitted suddenly. "I care about you. That's why I don't want you to hunt with us."

"You can't say shit like that on a whim just to get me to stay." I retorted harshly, ignoring the fluttering in my gut at his confession.

"I'm not. I- I don't want you to get hurt. What we do is dangerous, I'm sure you know that. I don't want you to get caught up in all of this, I'd rather push you away than- than lose you." He choked out the last part, meeting my gaze intently.

"I call bullshit. You know I'd still hunt whether I was with you guys or not." I said as flatly as I could.

"Exactly." His eyes were pleading. He was slowly chipping away at my armor.

"You just want me here to bail you out when you need it." I argued.

"I want you here for so many more reasons than that."

"You're a liar, Winchester."

Our faces had been inches apart, and he suddenly closed the distance, his lips meeting mine. I sighed, reveling in the feeling for a heartbeat before I pushed him away, wincing.

"Is that proof enough for you that I'm not lying?" He asked breathlessly. I longed to close the gap between us once again.

"Stop." My voice cracked. "You're making this harder than it needs to be."

"Then don't go." He pulled me into a hug against his chest. I didn't fight him, I only leaned into him and gripped onto his shirt with a silent sob, ignoring the faint protests of my injuries. I must have been on painkillers, or I knew I would be in much more pain. His hands found the small of my back, and he tenderly rubbed them up and down that vulnerable spot.

"I can't stay." I choked out into his shirt.

"Why not?"

"I love you. I love you so much it fucking hurts." I admitted. "And when you started being an asshole to me, it hurt even more."

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry sweetheart." He mumbled into my hair.

"I've never belonged anywhere, and I thought I had finally found somewhere I did and then I don't- I can't-" I continued to drunkenly confess.

"Shh, calm down." He soothed me as I drew in a shaky breath, struggling to hold back my tears. "This is exactly where you belong, for as long as you want it."

"Promise?" I mumbled absurdly.

I felt his lips in my hair quirk upwards into a smile. "Promise."

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dee-writes-smut · 1 year

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MY ENDLESS LOVE

FEATURING boyfriend!Steve Harrington x f!Mayfeild/Hargrove reader

CONTENT WARNING near death experience, sad stuff, angst, mentions of PTSD, crying steve

SUMMARY Vecna's curse enlightens you to the endless love you have for your boyfriend

AUTHORS NOTE this is shit. Like actual shit, but its kinda cute?

“Y/N! Oh god!” I could hear Dustin distantly panting, screaming my name, shaking me, but it was too late. They were out of time. He was going to win, and I was going to die. I don’t want to die, god no. What I want is to live out my life, see my future with him. I want to have a litter of kids, I want to go on vacations in a van too small for all of them, I want to rip my hair out in motherly frustration, and most of all I want more time. More time to love him. More time for him to love me. However, those weren’t the cards I was dealt. Nope! Instead, I need to take you back to the start so you can really understand how I got here.

MARCH 17, 1986

“Babe!” I call from the kitchen, my head pounding so hard in my skull I can barely think. There’s some rushing thumps from the floor above and then, suddenly, my gorgeous boyfriend is standing in the threshold.

“Yeah?” Steve asks softly, as he enters the kitchen, walking towards me until he’s close enough to wrap me in his calming embrace.

“Do you have any Tylenol?” I ask, sighing as I allow myself to melt in his embrace. His touch calms my throbbing skull but the ache is still intense enough to bring tears to my eyes.

“Yeah I’ll get it. Are you okay?” Steve sounds worried as he runs his fingers through my hair.

“Just a headache is all, no big deal.” I smile and remove myself from his arms. Steve’s face scrunches for a moment, unsure with my answer and confused by my sudden distance. I quickly grab the two small pills from his outstretched hand and toss them back, dry swallowing them. “I’ve got work in ten, so I’m outta here. I will see you later tonight.” I lie as I press a quick peck on his lips and leave the house. I let out a long sigh as I put the car in drive, I hate lying to Steve, but ever since Billy I can’t help but blame myself. If I hadn’t been such a coward my twin brother would still be here, but instead of rushing to his aid I grabbed Max and watched as that thing took him away from us. As I pull up to my trailer, I stagger into the mini home when my landline’s blaring ringtone pulls me from my reverie. I let out a groan as I rub my temples in hopes to soothe the ache and answer the phone.

“Hello ma’am, this is the Hawkins High School counselor calling.” A woman on the other end informs and I inwardly sigh. Max.

“Hi.” I respond flatly. My head is throbbing and I just want to get to the woods so I can meet with my dealer.

“Is this Ms Y/N Mayfeild-Hargrove? I have her registered as Max Mayfeild’s main caregiver.” Ah, yes. After Billy’s death my birth father (Max’s step dad) left Hawkins and left Max’s mom to care for the young girl. After Susan went off the deep end on alcohol, unable to deal with her step son’s death, I took Max in. Went to court and got custody of her, then moved her in with me and Steve. She completely shut down after Billy’s death and I had no way of communicating with her, until I got a call from the school one day asking me for permission to check in with her once a week after her “tragic loss”. I felt allowing them to talk to her was the best way I could keep an eye on her without invading her space, so I said yes. Now, I've been getting monthly check-ins from her school and it makes me feel more comfortable with her distance from me. She might not be communicating with me, but at least she is with someone else.

“Yes, this is she? Who are you?” I ask, this woman doesn’t sound like one of the bored office ladies I usually speak with.

“Oh! My name is Ms Kelly, I’ve been counseling Max.” Oh god, the counselor herself is reaching out to me. This can not be good.

“What’s up? Is Max okay?”

“Well, that’s the issue. When I called her into my office yesterday, I managed to drag some information out of her. Apparently she has been starting to get headaches and nosebleeds. I think her trauma is starting to physically affect her and it is quite worrisome.” Funny, I’ve been getting the same deal too. I wonder if Max has been having nightmares too.

“Alright, what can I do to help?” I wonder if there is anything I can do. Maybe she is blaming herself for Billy’s death like I am, but it wasn’t her fault, there was no way she was going to be able to free herself from the iron tight grip I had on her. As Ms Kelly drones on with suggestions I begin to space off, my mind wandering into a dark place where Billy whispers in my ear.

“What’s wrong Y/N? Are you feeling guilty for having a part in my murder? Well,” Billy tsks in my ear, his voice as sharp and cold as I remember it. “We can’t have that now can we? Own it. You didn’t try to save me. Not even after I called for you, no you just sat there and held our step sister. You are a sick, sick woman sis.” He spits his nickname for me in my ear and I can feel chills cascading down my spine.

“No!” I scream, suddenly in the woods and not in the kitchen. How the hell? I take a seat on the picnic table where I usually wait for Eddie to show up and hold my head in my hands.

MARCH 21, 1986

My drug dealer is a murder. No way! Eddie is.. weird sure, but a killer never. I can’t say anything about it to anyone though because no one is supposed to know that he’s been selling to me. So, I continue about my normal day and hope that Hawkins Police are still as stupid as they were when Jim Hopper was working there. Granted, he was keeping the whole alien shit on the DL, but as far as I know the Hawkins Police Department is still in the dark.

“Henderson! I swear to god if you kick my seat one more time I’m throwing you on the side of the road and you can walk to Family Video!” I yell, glaring at the teen in the mirror.

“Sorry! Geez, someone has a stick up their butt today.” He grumbles which only earns him a wack in the back of the back of the head. He’s not wrong, since my dealer has been MIA my headaches, nosebleeds, and nightmares have been causing my irritability to become ridiculous. I miss weed. I sigh and rub my temples after I place the car in park outside the video store.

“Hey, Y/N? Are you alright?” Dustin asks, genuinely concerned as he places a hand on my shoulder from the backseat. I tense, but plaster a smile on my face and let out a fake laugh.

“Of course, dork. Let’s go see your boyfriend.” I joke as we exit the car.

“He’s not mine, that is all your business over there.” He smiles, laughing at me.

“Oh no! I don’t claim him, that is all you Henderson.” I laugh as we both walk through the door.

“Huh?” Steve looks at us confused at our banter which sends Dustin into a laughing fit while I smirk. “Oh! Babe, your nose is bleeding!” Steve says as he rushes to my side. I shrug him off, and make my way to the bathroom where I dab at my bleeding nose.

MARCH 23, 1986

“Y/N! In here!” Max calls from a small office room in the high school. I wander into the room carefully, looking around for any unexpected guests.

“What's up? Did you find something?” I ask, walking towards her once the coast is clear.

“Look.” I look at the three files in front of her. Chrissy Cunningham: suffers from post traumatic disorder, complains of headaches, nosebleeds, and nightmares. Fred Benson: traumatic car accident survivor, complains of headaches, nosebleeds, and nightmares. Maxine Mayfeild: traumatic loss of a family member, complains of headaches, nosebleeds, and nightmares. Oh shit. “Chrissy and Fred were both killed by Vecna. I think that these are the warning signs that he is targeting them.” Max explains and my heart plummets to my butt.

“Max.” I say, my voice sounding shaky to my own ears, but I keep a stone face. “I want you to bring Dustin in here. Do not let Steve come with you. I mean it.” I order, my body standing stock still as chills of pure terror run down my spine. Steve can not know about this. He can’t know that I’m going to die. Max is hesitant, but leaves the room and returns with the boy.

“Okay, we don’t have long because Steve is kinda freaking out.” Max rushes as she pulls Dustin into the room.

“I am going to tell you two something and you aren’t going to breathe a word of it to Steve. Do you understand?” I get two immediate nods. “I have Vecna’s curse.” As soon as the words leave my lips all the oxygen is sucked from the room.

“You have what?!” Steve yells in outrage from the entryway.

“Oh shit.” Max whispers, her face ashen.

“Y/N I’m sorry, but he wouldn’t let me go without following behind.” Dustin winces, waiting for my reaction. Of fucking course Dustin lets Steve follow behind to listen in. I sigh, glaring at Dustin.

“I can’t fucking believe you right now!” I shout, moving my glare to my boyfriend. “There is a reason that I didn’t want you to know, Steve! You can’t just bully a child into letting you eavesdrop! Where is your trust in me? In our relationship?!”

“That is not what this is about and you fucking know that! You were just going to let yourself be killed and not say anything?” Steve yells back, but the tears in his eyes show there isn’t malice in his words, but hurt.

“I didn’t want our last days spent with this dark cloud over it.” I sigh, utter defeat in my tone.

“Well, you aren’t going to die. Neither of you are because we are going to figure out a way to save you.” Pure determination in his words make my heart melt, but it’s bitter sweet. I’m going to die and he is going to spend every effort down to the last second trying to save me.

“Steve,” I sigh, tears falling down my cheeks, “you can’t fix this.”

“Yes! Yes I can.” He doesn’t allow time for a rebuttal, walking up to me and wiping the tears from my cheeks. “You can’t die. I won’t let you.”

MARCH 24, 1986

“What are they doing?” I hear Dustin ask Steve. The two of them and Lucas have been watching Max and I like hawks, staring so intently I worry they might burn a hole in our backs.

“You done?” Max asks as I sign my last letter addressed to Billy.

“Yup.” I respond, adding it to the stack of names. “Good idea by the way.” Max doesn’t respond, she just stands and walks over to the boys, handing them each a letter and I follow in step, giving both Dustin and Lucas a letter. Steve looks at me confused, I didn’t write him one.

“Don’t!” Max rushes stopping the boys from opening the letters.

“They are for after.. Y’know.” I inform them and they all look a little pissed.

“You’re not dying.” Steve says, determined. “Nancy and Robin are going to come up with a solution and you are both going to be fine.”

“We know. It’s just a failsafe.” Max encourages but I know that she doesn’t believe a word Steve is saying. I don’t either. The hope isn’t for our peace of mind, it's for theirs. “I need a ride to the cemetery,” Max orders, grabbing her jacket and walking towards the door.

After some argument from Steve and more threats from Max we all end up outside the cemetery. Max and I exit the car and start to head towards our destination. “Max!” Lucas calls, running up to her.

“I’ll talk to him first.” I smile, hugging Max and slipping a letter into her pocket before heading towards Billy’s grave and leaving Max to speak to Lucas. I let out a shaky sigh as I take a seat in front of his grave, opening his letter, letting a few tears spill freely down my cheeks. “Dear Billy, I was a coward, and you died because of it. It is my fault and I should have tried harder, I know I should have, but I think it was because I was scared or maybe I thought you deserved it. Some sick sort of karma after all the abuse I had to endure after mom died. I’m sorry. You deserved better and I should have tried harder, and now I am getting the karma I deserve. Basically, what I’m trying to say is see you soon little brother. I love you.” I sob through my words and just as I finish everything turns dark. One of Vecna’s visions. There is a sound of a distorted clock in the distance and that's when I hear it.

“You’re sorry, huh?” Billy’s voice chuckles darkly and suddenly he’s in front of me and I’m standing. “I don’t think you are. You know what I think? I think you are grateful, glad that I’m dead” His shirt is stained with the black blood I saw in his final moments, his eyes a black void of corruption.

“No!” I wail, falling to my knees as they give out. I weakly try to drag myself away from him, but it’s no use. My arms feel like noodles, I’m so scared I can’t move.

“You enjoyed it didn’t you? You are one sick bitch.” He laughs maniacally, and I sob harder in fear and desperation.

“I loved you!”

“No you didn’t! You never did!” He shouts back, and that's when the most horrifying thing happens. The same fleshy tentacle shoots through his stomach and I am stuck, frozen again as I watch him die. I close my eyes, only for a moment, but they shoot back open when I hear him.

“Y/N, it’s time.” Vecna calls, Billy’s deformed body fading as Vacna appears in front of me. I'm helpless to run, to hide, because I deserve this. After everything I did, I deserve this. “It is time for you to join me.” He says as his long, deformed claw hand reaches out towards me. All at once all my muscles suddenly painfully clenched and I couldn't move even if I wanted to. Vecna lets out a growl of pleasure and I sob, my body feeling like it's being torn apart from the inside out.

“Y/N! Oh god!” I can hear Dustin distantly panting, screaming my name, shaking me, but it was too late. They were out of time. He was going to win, and I was going to die. I don’t want to die, god no, but it’s what I deserve. I’m about to give up, to let him have me when I hear him.

“Baby! Oh! Baby please, no! Y/N! Come back to me, I can’t!” Steve sobs, desperately. Its distant but it reigns true and loud in my ears. I want to live out my life, see my future with him. I want to have a litter of kids, I want to go on vacations in a van too small for all of them, I want to rip my hair out in motherly frustration, and most of all I want more time. More time to love him. More time for him to love me. It goes quiet for a moment, and I think it’s because I’ve already died, but then I hear his voice again. “My love,” he whispers, his voice shaky with tears. “There is only you in my life. The only thing that's bright.” He sings. God, what a way to go. The love of my life singing my favorite song, as a demon alien thing eats my soul or something.

“My first love,” Max joins in, “You’re every breath that I take. You’re every step I make.” She sings, her voice laced with sorrow. Then they all start singing. Lucas, Steve, Max, and Dustin all begin singing Endless Love. It takes me back to a warmer place, images of me and Steve dancing in the living room while the song plays softly in the background, my whole world revolving around his beautiful chocolate brown eyes. There's a light in the corner of my eye and I decide then and there to fight. For him. For us. I struggle against Vecna until I eventually free myself from his mind grip on me with a swift kick to the nuts. Then I make a break for it, running to him. My endless love. As I reach the light, everything hurts. My arms are broken and are at awkward angles, same with my legs, but I can see and feel. I look up and all I see is him. His cheeks are red and tearstained, his eyes irritated and his face heavy with sorrow.

“I love you,” I whisper, my voice hoarse and strained with pain. Steve lets out a sob and holds me close, kissing me passionately.

“Don't ever fucking do that to me again. I can’t lose you, Y/N.” Steve cries, “I can't.” He repeats, rocking me in his arms.

“I won’t, I promise.” I swear and I mean it. I want my future with him and I will fight tooth and nail for it.

“I love you.” He sniffles.

“And I you, my endless love.”

#steve stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #dustin #billy harringrove #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #dustin stranger things #stranger things #season four #vecna #angst #steve harrington imagine #Spotify

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The Transformation

The night Brutus found out Crusher was a werewolf

Warnings: Blood mention, Violence, Unintentional attempted murder

Brutus Dan Gerbreaker belongs to @smoresthehalloweenqueen

Danny Felizima (Mentioned) belongs to @capturecharlesau

“Hey Brutus! My dear amore hasn’t eaten all day and I’m VERY worried! I haven’t been able to check on him because of work. Can you make sure he’s okay?

Your Tio, Danny <3”

Brutus was holding a letter written by Danny that was left on his bedroom’s door as he walked down the dark hallway. Apparently, Scottie left it there before heading off for some business away from the airship for a few days. Brutus could admit that he was pretty worried too.

Crusher’s been acting strange for the past week. Whenever he was asked about it, He just brushed it off as him feeling a little sick and that he’d take a day off when he needed it.

Brutus took a breath as he gripped the letter a bit. “I haven’t seen Tio Crusher all day…” He thought. “Neither has anybody else…” It wasn’t like Crusher to just suddenly disappear like this. Brutus asked Reginald if he’s seen him anywhere, But the last time he saw Crusher was when he requested the day off.

Brutus had checked Crusher’s room once he got the letter, But he wasn’t in there. When he asked around, Nobody else could answer him. Worry creeped into Brutus’ mind, Trying not to assume the worst. But Crusher was tough. Surely he was okay, Right..?

“I hope he’s o-” Brutus’ mind came to a halt as he saw a dim light coming from a room.

He walked a bit closer, Realizing it was the kitchen. But that’s not what got his attention. He saw what looked like blood splatters all over the floor and walls.

“What the hell happened!?” Brutus was officially freaked out. He almost wanted to run as far away from the kitchen as possible. But if he didn’t investigate, Who would? He gathered his bravery and peeked into the kitchen. “T-Tio Crusher..?”

As expected, There were more splatters all over the room. The dim light was coming from one of the fridges being wide open. Said fridge that was once full of meat, Was now completely empty.

But the thing that got Brutus’ attention was exactly who he was looking for. Crusher was standing there huffing and shivering. His back was hunched up as he faced away from Brutus, Shirt sleeves completely ripped and one of his suspenders undone. He shakily spoke, But Brutus was unable to make out what he said.

“W-What was that..?”

Crusher stood up a bit more straight, Now no longer shivering. He spoke with a growl.

“I said,” He suddenly turned around lightning quick. He had wolf-like ears sprouting from his head, A long mangy tail, Glowing golden eyes, and a muzzle with sharp teeth that was covered in the red liquid that was all over the kitchen.

“LEAVE!!”

With that warning, Brutus immediately ran out of the kitchen in fear. Whoever that was, It wasn’t Crusher anymore, and Brutus knew he couldn’t get caught by that beast.

His legs pounded against the airship’s floor as he ran for his life. His thoughts became frantic. “Gotta get outta here before-”

A loud slam on the floor nearly made Brutus fall over, Sending him towards a wall. “SHIT!” The beast that was formerly Crusher had somehow caught up to him. He let out a low growl as his eyes seemed to pierce through Brutus.

Brutus could feel himself nearly hyperventilating as the beast glared at him. Working for the CCC, He had dealt with many different things in the past. But he never thought he’d see the day where he was facing a werewolf, Let alone one that was one of his uncles.

“Tio Crusher, What HAPPENED to you!? I need to find help before I’m dead meat!” Brutus had to think quickly, Who in the airship could help him?

Of course! Brutus quickly used an opening to swiftly escape before the werewolf could slam into him. He ran down a few halls, Trying to lose the werewolf chasing him. Soon, The werewolf seemed to have lost Brutus’ trail as he quickly went into one of the rooms.

Brutus let out a shaky sigh of relief when he realized he made it to the library. He went deeper in and saw The Witch and Five Eyes reading some spell books, Just as he expected! “Witch! Five-Eyes!”

“Brutus, You’re here late.” The Witch hummed. Usually it’s only Five and I here this late at night. What seems to be the problem?”

“Quick, What do you two know about werewolves!?” Brutus asked frantically. The two spell users looked at each other. “Well, They’re incredibly rare for one thing.” Five-Eyes answered. “They usually travel in packs and avoid people as often as possible. Why?”

Brutus let out a nervous laugh. “W-Well, There’s one chasing me right now!”

“What!?” The Witch stood up. “There’s a werewolf on the airship chasing you!? Did it follow you here!?”

“No! Th-The werewolf was my Tio, Crusher! H-He was standing in the kitchen before he just, Well, Transformed! Then he started chasing me!”

Five-Eyes thought for a second. “Tonight’s a full moon. Perhaps he was bitten and now just transformed fully. That, Or he’s always been one… He never seems to come out at night.”

No, Was Crusher, The person Brutus looked up to and saw as an uncle… Was he truly a werewolf this whole time? If he was, Brutus could at least understand why he didn’t say anything. But did anyone else know? Did Danny know?

“Either way, We need to find a way to calm him down before he kills me!”

“Well, A werewolf’s main weakness is silver.” The Witch explained. “For centuries, It’s been used as an effective method of subduing them. The other way is…” She went silent.

“W-What’s the other way..?”

“Werewolves are durable and can’t normally be killed by most wounds. However, You know how a vampire’s weak point is their heart? A werewolf’s is the neck, And the only way to truly kill them is to behead them…”

Brutus couldn’t even think about killing Crusher like that, Werewolf or not. “No! Absolutely not! We’re not killing him!”

“I didn’t think you’d want to use that method… So our only option is to use silver.”

“How much of that are we gonna need?” Five-Eyes asked. “Crusher’s a big guy, And he’s probably even bigger now.”

“For the approach I’m planning, I’d say about 4.5 ounces.” The Witch flipped through a book. “We’ll make it into a fine powder and throw it at Crusher, Which will stun him. Then, I’ll use a spell to calm him down and he’ll maybe transform back.”

“Alright, Where are we gonna get silver?” Brutus asked. “If we leave this room, Crusher will just chase us?” “Well, I had an idea, But you won’t like it.” Five-Eyes admitted. “The Witch has some silver coins in her room we can use, But you’ll have to distract him while we go grab them.”

Of course… Brutus would have to let himself get chased by a huge dangerous werewolf… “Alright, Fine… I’ll keep Crusher busy…”

“Sorry Brutus…” The Witch nervously laughed. “We can’t risk Crusher busting into my room. There’s too many valuable things in there we can’t afford to lose.” “Yeah yeah.” Brutus rolled his eyes. “If he bites me, It’s on you.”

“Oh, Just don’t let him bite you!” Five-Eyes smiled. Brutus gave Five-Eyes a dry look. “Yeah, I’ll be sure to keep that in mind Five. Thank you.”

All of a sudden, A low growl was heard. “N-No…” The Witch shuddered. “He found us… We can’t waste any more time…” Brutus sweated a bit, Realizing he had to go first so The Witch and Five-Eyes could make it out.

“Good luck guys.” Brutus gulped. “I’m risking my life for this so don’t you dare die on me.”

He took a deep breath before running out of the library, SLAMMING the door against the werewolf. Blood dripped down its nose as it let out an enraged howl, Now chasing Brutus once again. While that happened, The Witch and Five-Eyes snuck off.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” Brutus panted as he ran, He didn’t know how much longer he could keep this up. All of a sudden, He felt his ankle twist and he fell over. He winced and grabbed his ankle in pain.

Brutus didn’t have long to focus on the pain when he heard a snarl above him. He looked up and saw the towering werewolf glaring at him. He tried to scoot back, But he ran into a wall. Perfect. He looked back up at the werewolf in fear.

“T-Tio Crusher! I-It’s me! Brutus! Your nephew! Por favor no me hagas daño!!”

Brutus closed his eyes as the werewolf lunged down to bite at Brutus… Before getting blocked, Biting a completely different person’s arm.

Brutus opened his eyes and saw Eden standing between the two, Large green bat wings on her back, and blood now dripping from her arm. “E-Eden!” He gasped “H-How did you-”

“I could smell meat from the other side of the airship.” She huffed. “I knew something was off with the big guy, But I wasn’t expecting this.” Eden yanked her arm away from the werewolf, Not even flinching at the bite. “Eden! Your arm!”

“Hm?” Eden looked at the deep bite. “Ah that. Eh, I’ve had worse run-ins than this. I’ve got this.”

The werewolf was about to bite Eden again, But she managed to grab its snout. “No! Down boy! I’ve dealt with coyotes meaner than you!” The werewolf growled before trying to scratch at Eden. She flinched a bit as Brutus stood back up. “B-Be careful!”

“What do you think I’m doin’!?” She flew up a bit with her wings. “This guy’s persistent! I don't think I can fight him off much longer!”

Almost on cue, The Witch and Five-Eyes showed up. “We’re finished guys!” Five-Eyes yelled. “Stand back!” Brutus and Eden quickly stood back as The Witch threw down a capsule. When it exploded, Silver dust entered the air as the werewolf snarled in pain.

Now that he was weakened, The Witch pulled out her umbrella and shot a spell from it, Causing the werewolf to fall to the ground. Slowly, It transformed, Turning back into Crusher.

“Tio Crusher!!” Brutus quickly ran over to the passed out Crusher. “P-Please be okay!” Crusher slowly opened his eyes. “B-Brute..? Ngh… My head hurts… What…” He looked down and saw meat juice and blood on his hands. He tasted blood in his mouth and quickly looked over and saw the bite on Eden’s arm.

“O-Oh my god… It h-happened again… I-I…” “Again?” Brutus asked. “You really were a werewolf this whole time..?”

Crusher looked down, Feeling extremely guilty. “I-I was… I should’ve told you… I’ve had it under control for so long. I thought I could keep it a secret but… Tonight’s full moon just took over me…”

“Big guy…” Eden could relate to not having full control over herself in these situations. “Does anyone else know..?” “Only Danny.” Crusher admitted. “He promised not to tell anybody. If he sent Brutus after me, He must’ve assumed that I’d be in control of myself and wouldn’t hurt him. I’m sorry…”

“Hey, It’s alright…” Brutus hugged Crusher. “I’m just happy you’re back… I-I thought I lost you…” Crusher immediately teared up hearing that. “No! No! I ain’t going anywhere, I promise… I’m gonna have The Witch teach me to control myself better. If she’d let me…”

“Of course.” The Witch smiled. “Now that I know what’s going on, I can help you hone your abilities better so that you don’t lose control and go on rampages.”

“Before that though, I think you’re gonna have to clean up the kitchen.” Brutus chuckled. “You don’t want Scottie and Danny coming back to the kitchen being covered in meat juice.”

Crusher let out a nervous laugh. “R-Right. I wouldn’t hear the end of it. And in the meantime, Eden should go to the medbay. It looks like I got a good bite on her.”

“Don’t worry, I’m fine big guy-”

“Eden.”

“I-I mean, Yeah. I’ll go to the medbay. Only cuz you insisted.”

“Thank you.” Crusher gave a weak smile. “I’m gonna make sure this never happens again. The last thing I’d want is to nearly hurt my family again.

Brutus smiled hearing that. Above all, He was happy to have his uncle back. Although Crusher would still have to explain to him and the others about his werewolf origins, As long as Crusher stuck with them, It would all be okay in the end.

#the henry stickmin collection #thsc #thsc oc #brutus dan gerbreaker #thsc crusher #thsc witch #five eyes #eden orchard #jay writes

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aetherswhxre · 2 years

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Can you write something about Rain comforting the reader after a panic attack?

This kind of got dark and if you’re not okay talking about death and or your own mortality then I’d say you should probably skip this one. But thank you for the request! I look forward to more!!

You were going to die. You were going to die and leave Rain behind. The one thing you vowed to him when he finally gave into his longing for you and the two of you became intertwined physically and spiritually. You promised him you would never leave him. And yet a fellow sibling of sin had brought it to your attention, albeit rather distastefully, that you in fact were only human and you would eventually succumb to your own mortality. You cursed Lucifer for making you human. Why couldn’t you have been born a Ghoul/ette? Why were you fated to die a lowly human death?

You had managed to lock yourself away in the bathroom that was adjoined to the spacious bedroom the church had given you and Rain. While it was a known rule that the ghouls had to stay within the basement, Papa the Fourth had a soft spot for one of his favorite siblings of sin and one of his hand picked ghouls. (And of course you and Rain had shown him how thankful the two of you were). Now the sizable room and bathroom had come in handy in a way you didn’t think imaginable. You had known Rain was due back from touring with Papa any day now and the last thing you wanted him to experience was you in a state like this.

You were pressed up against the far wall, one hand placed on your chest while the other was kept firmly over your mouth to try and silence any of the sobs that threatened to spill out. You should have seen this coming. As you had now told yourself on a loop in your head - you were simply human. Rain was a ghoul. He was a ghoul that was expected to live for millennia to come. He had seen so much already and he was only going to experience more as the time flew by. Perhaps you would only be a flash in his memory by the time Lucifer came to collect the ghoul and take him back to hell. Maybe he would have forgotten about you by then.

Your breathing had become erratic at the thought of your other half eventually erasing you from his memory. You tilted your head back, relishing in the way the cool porcelain tile of the wall felt against your heated skin. Another reminder that you were human. Maybe it was for the best if you dealt the blow first. You could already tell how much your death would affect the Ghoul. He’d most likely ask Lucifer himself if he could return back to the underworld just to escape the thought of you. But that means he would never experience the beauty of being up above again. You recalled how he looked at the moon or how he would shush you when the wind picked up, telling you that the earth was speaking to you then cheekily admitting that Mountain had told him that. He would miss out on all of that. Because of you.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by a loud bang and looked up just in time to see the bathroom door get ripped from its hinges. It was tossed backwards across the room and suddenly before you stood the one person you had been dreading to see. His upper body shook heavily and you could tell that his breathing was ragged. He reached behind his head and pulled the helmet off that obscured his face, chunking the black mass across the floor, it landing with a heavy thud.

In a flash, you were pulled from the cold bathroom tile and into the waiting lap of your favorite Ghoul. He smelled just as you remembered, deep notes of bergamot and a small trace of something fresh, almost like a summer rain. His hands were in your hair, pushing it away from your tear stricken face. You could hear him speaking to you, his voice calling out to you. “Amica Mea, I could smell your distress from the courtyard. What has come over you?” Your eyes shifted up to his face and you realized he still remained in his human glamour. Your eyes once again filled with tears. His eyebrows twisted together and he pulled you closer, his hand holding the back of your head against his chest.

“I’m so sorry, Rain. I’m so sorry.” You chanted over and over again, fist clinging to his black dress shirt. He shushed you, rocking you back and forth in his arms. “What do you have to be sorry for? You’ve done nothing wrong,” he replied, his soft glamourized lips pressing against your temple. “I’m sorry for being a pathetic human,” you sobbed. The rocking stopped suddenly. He pulled you from his chest, one arm looping around your upper waist to still hold you in his lap as the hand that held your head was brought forward to cup your cheek.

“What? What do you mean? Where is this coming from,” he asked, forcing you to look at him. You sniffled, your eyes still filled with the fresh tears. “I’m going to die one day and you’re going to be left alone in this world. I promised you I would never leave you and one day, I will have to break that promise to you.” You reached up to hold the hand that encompassed your left cheek. You watched as his eyes softened, the blue hues dark in the shadowy gloom of the bathroom. He dropped his head down, his full lips pressing a kiss to each one of your puffy eyes. Then your nose. Then each one of your cheeks. And when he got to your forehead, the kiss lingered. “You will never leave me, Amare,” he spoke softly. “But I will, Rain. One day you’re going to wake up and I'm no longer going to be around.”

He pulled away from your forehead, locking eyes with you as he mulled over your words. After what felt like hours of deafening silence, it seemed he had chosen the words he wished to say. “This is true, yes. One day you are going to die. You are human. But did it ever occur to you that I knew this? That I knew what awaited me in my future if I chose to walk down this path with you?” Your chest filled inconsistently as you tried to catch your breath. He leaned forward again but this time to place his forehead against yours, his eyes lay open his deepest emotions before you. “I chose you. I chose this path. I chose the consequences. I. Chose. You.”

You cried out again, lifting yourself up to wrap your arms around his neck. Again you sobbed but this time it was not a saddened sob. He chose you. He could have chosen anyone. Another human - perhaps a ghoul or ghoulette. But instead, he put you before anything. You were the one that lay in his arms at night, a mess of limbs beneath soft sheets. You were the one he took to his favorite spot by the lake that no one else knew of. You were the one he vowed to love until the very end. And now you felt stupid for ever doubting that.

He continued to hold you in his arms as you let out all of the tears your body had left to cry, humming softly, and occasionally kissing your temple. When you had managed to calm down a small amount, you pulled away from him and his hand found yours in your lap and intertwined his fingers with yours. You glanced up at him sheepishly, taking note once again that he still had the glamour on. You squeezed his hand gently. “Rain, your glamour…”

He knit his eyebrows together in confusion before he let out a soft, “oh”, and let the glamour drop. You felt his size become a small amount bigger, his mass extending slightly. His skin became an ashen grey and his horns became visible again. You felt something snake around your ankle comfortingly and you knew it was his tail. “I like you better like this,” you said, your voice raspy from the overuse. He gave a small smile. “Cant let the others know ghouls like us actually exist.”

You smiled softly. “That’s a privilege few get to know.” He brushed a stray strand of hair away from your face. “That’s a privilege only you know.” After a few moments of silence, Rain groaned slowly. Blinking up at him, you saw him glancing at the frame where the bathroom door used to be. “Papa is going to kill me.”

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Amica Mea - Latin for My Love

Amare- Latin for Love

#rain ghoul #rain ghoul x reader #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #the band ghost #nameless ghouls x reader

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Finally Ro'eyk's part!

Z-dog didn't mind being assigned babysitting duty all that much, especially when it was Ro'eyk. She liked kids - and yeah, Ro'eyk was like 18, so not exactly a kid - and Ro'eyk was a nice kid, sweet too once you get past the general weirdness all three siblings have about them.

Ro'eyk was also the easiest of the kids to watch over since he was pretty content to just sit in one place and tinker with his little gadgets. Rävi wasn't particularly bad either, he was easily the calmest and most level-headed but after the last visit to Bridgehead where he graphically described how easy it would be to rip out a human's spine after some dumbass made a comment about flicking up Reyzì's loincloth, Z-dog was more than happy to let Lyle or Lopez babysit the oldest boy.

Reyzì was Reyzì. It was agreed that if the Colonel couldn't watch the girl, then Mansk would.

Z-dog liked Mansk, sure she heard the rumours about the guy, and she's seen him snap more than once, but he was a good guy, just got a very shitty and very fucked hand in life.

The kids got dealt with a similar hand too.

But at the end of the day, Mansk was the only one outside of Quaritch - or her siblings - that could rein Reyzì in, and frankly, Z-dog was pretty sure the girl had a crush on Mansk.

"Fuck!"

The hissed curse broke Z-dog away from her inner thoughts, and she looked down at Ro'eyk, who was sitting crisscrossed beside her on the ground, who was fiddling with a long metal tube with a bunch of wires inside.

"What'ca doing kid?"

"Making an EMP."

What the fuck did he just say?

Z-dog abandoned the bubble she was blowing, suddenly at attention as she looked more closely at the device in Ro'eyk's hands. Crouching next to him, careful not to get too close as they long learned that touching the boy without warning didn't usually end well, and lowering her voice - both to remain unheard but to also sound comforting.

"An EMP?"

"Yeah, an electromagnetic pulse device."

The calmness with which he said it was unnerving, it reminded Z-dog of the frigid and steady tone she heard Rävi use when threatening that human worker, or the almost sweet but too sharp smile Reyzì did.

"Can I ask why you're making one?"

Ro'eyk stared her in the eye.

It was unsettling, the kid never looked anyone in the eye and now that he was - big amber eyes that bore into her yellow ones - a sudden shiver shot up the marine's spine.

"To take out Bridgehead's life support systems if necessary. Don't worry, I won't set it off unless Ardmore tries to put Spider back in that machine."

Z-dog really fucking hopes that the General doesn't do that because right now, she's pretty sure this 'sweet kid' has zero qualms with causing a practical genocide.

If Lieutenant Nikita 'Z-dog' Zdinarsk never mentioned the EMP, or the fact it wasn't on Ro'eyk when leaving Bridgehead, that was something between her, god, and the boy whose idle fingers made explosives.

I think the msot terrifying thing about the siblings is that ro'eyk, despite being the least imposing of the siblings by first glance, he is without a doubt the most deadly.

he's the one who feels no sense 'connection' towards his victims. reyzi feels hot boiling rage towards her victims, Ravi feels cold controlled wrath; but both of those things have to run out eventually, they can't last forever. but Ro'eyk feels nothing, he is capable of genocide, and not feel a thing, he can't burn out, there is nothing to run out; there is no need for a drive of any sort, cause to him, killing a perceived enemy is just the same as taking out the trash.

reyzi and ravi are also both vaugly personal killers, they want to be smeared in the blood of their victims, they want to smell their fear and watch the light leave their eyes. even if they plunge into the battlefield, it is still on some level personal.

ro'eyk on the other can, takes his victims out from the distance, preferably with no mess on his hands, so he builds bombs and EMP's capable of leveling whole buildings or wiping out a whole system's air supply like its a model toy, no stress. that's what makes him so utterly terrifying.

and despite that, even if a little part of her knows to fear him enough to make sure she doesn't get on his bad side, she's still her little guy.

also "the boy whose idle fingers made explosives," is such a good fucking line oh my god, its stuck with me since I read it.

#spellman siblings #z dog #zdog #recom z dog #recom zdog #mama bear zdog #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #my little sociopath <3

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moonmaidensblessing · 10 months

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Jasmine Jolene x Anna Culpepper / BioShock AU / pt. 1

I originally got this idea from this post talking about different BioShock AUs! The idea of Jasmine and Ryan getting married to save face and have Ryan an heir is really interesting to me. Of course, I took it in a sapphic direction because of course I did. :) This is a scene where Jasmine shares the news to her closest friend, Anna Culpepper, who is not happy about the situation.

TW. alcohol use, pregnancy mention, general distressing tone.

“I… I told him!”

There was a shock like crackling thunder, ripping through the senses. “What?!”

“I told him I was pregnant!”

“Jasmine!” Anna felt breathless as she reflexively gripped Jasmine’s arms, held her as if she might suddenly slip away from her, out of grasp. Jasmine didn’t look right. Anna felt sick.

“Anna…” Bracing for the worst, Anna stared in wide-eyed horror, watching for something to make sense of it in Jasmine’s face. She waited for the punch, the wind to be knocked out of her, the worst thing finally to come true. “He.. proposed.”

Like a freight train, wailing horns and grinding wheels and screaming metal and then everything stopped.

“He.. he wants me to marry him, Anna.”

Anna Culpepper was speechless, absolutely floored. Her grasp on Jasmine didn’t relax as she held her now as if to study her, as if she may just be out of her senses. Naive, helpless Jasmine. Her Jasmine. Maybe she was just confused. Something might have been misunderstood. Anna couldn’t believe it. She felt her brow furrow, concern cresting itself in her expression, slowly shaking her head.

“Jasmine… Are you sure?”

There was a dazed gleam in Jasmine Jolene’s eyes as if she was not in this world but her own dream. Something else, too. Something that made Anna’s stomach turn, a creeping fear in her countenance, like something wasn’t right. Jasmine didn’t seem certain, her tainted happiness, an obscure sense of doom beneath a porcelain facade. “He told me we needed to be married. That’s what he told me, Anna. He said: we should be married as soon as possible.”

The sick churned and made Anna all the more tense. No, this wasn’t right. It didn’t make any sense. Andrew Ryan never was a good part of Jasmine’s life, killing her chances at reaching her dreams, using her and never seeming to consider her a real, feeling person. Stringing her along all these years just for his own pleasure. Anna couldn’t stand the way Andrew Ryan treated Jasmine. Not to mention his hypocritical nature undermining his whole scheme for utopia. Andrew Ryan was a man who got lucky in order to gain wealth, and who couldn’t see the faults for his own ego. Anna’s favor of the man only fell rapidly over her time living in Rapture. She had seen enough of his true colors to know he wasn’t a reliable leader who would put his needs over his own values. An intensely individualistic capitalist was selfish. Go figure.

Jasmine smiled softly, weakly. The blue color of her eyes was like misty puddles, welling with an emotion both wistful and sad. Anna didn’t understand what Jasmine was feeling, but she was apprehensive of her anyhow.

“I know you must not understand… It’s okay. I wanted to tell you as soon as I could.” Jasmine brought her own hands up on Anna’s arms and gently urged them back to her sides. Yes, that little, light smile playing itself beautifully on Jasmine’s lips made Anna’s heart ache. The ache deepened as Jasmine went on. “I wanted you to hear it from me, and not in a gossip column in the Rapture Tribune. I’ll be moving into his apartments tomorrow, and I wanted to see you before I left.”

Anna Culpepper felt like she had been dealt a blow, shocked and trying to grapple with what Jasmine was saying. It wasn’t what she had been expecting when Jasmine came over to her own luxury accommodations in Olympus Heights. It wasn’t like Jasmine was going to be far away, but under Andrew Ryan’s thumb, furthering his control over her, it made Anna afraid for Jasmine. She knew it wasn’t the right choice, that it would only lead to further ruin for Jasmine, but Anna didn’t know if she’d be able to convince her to break this off. Never had Anna been more worried for Jasmine than she was at this moment.

“Jasmine, honey, please listen to me. You can’t do this. This isn’t going to end well…”

Jasmine made a small scoffing noise in spite of her pretty, tightening smile, a hardness, a guardedness, coming up into her gaze. “I know you don’t like him. I know you don’t trust him. But, this time, it was different. Please, hear me out! It was different this time, the way he acted was so serious, a seriousness I’ve never seen in him before!”

“Jasmine…” Anna began, practically pleading, shutting her eyes and dropping her arms in a defeated defiance. “I don’t think you understand the situation you’re in here.”

Jasmine lost her smile in pained disappointment, a wounded thing closing in on itself. Anna felt the ache deepen and cleave in half; she wanted to grab Jasmine again, hold her close to her, promise her that she just wanted to protect her! As Jasmine suddenly turned away, Anna frowned and sighed, submitting and balancing herself off of Jasmine’s reaction to a less assertive route in approaching her. The statuesque blonde woman took a few paces away from Anna, a soft sway to her gait that kept Anna’s eyes following her. Jasmine’s grace was effortless, an elegant creature of long dancer’s limbs and glittering eyes and smile and white-blonde hair. She was unreal, out of this world beautiful, and her whole being was as sincere and sweet as could be. Anna couldn’t stand to be the cause of making Jasmine frown, but she wasn’t about to let something bad happen to Jasmine.

“Why are you saying things like that? I thought you might be glad for me. I’ve been in love with him for so, so long. I thought I’d never be with the great love of my life. Now’s my chance, Anna! Maybe, this was actually a good thing…”

Anna couldn’t believe what she was hearing, but she didn’t react so strongly, keeping a clamp on her overwhelming feeling of dread. “Jasmine.. Are you sure about this? We were just talking about breaking things off with him. What changed? Aren’t you worried?”

There it was again; the flash of uncertainty troubled her lovely face, stealing the focus of her stare as she brooded with unknown thoughts. Anna wanted to stroke Jasmine’s hair until she calmed back down, assure her that things were going to be alright. She feared she didn’t actually know if that was true.

“No. I thought, as soon as I found out, that I should tell him. I was… scared. I didn’t want to tell him at first. But, after a while, I started to feel more and more urged to tell him. I wanted him to know. I wanted to see what he’d look like if I told him. It was.. Unlike anything I’ve seen before. He looked calm, a lightness about his movements that didn’t come from his confidence and ease… No, something changed in him when I told him. I saw it.”

“And you trust it? You trust him now?” The challenge in her voice began and, noticing it, softened. She didn’t want to drive Jasmine away, not now. She couldn’t stand the thought of her leaving here without hearing what Anna needed to say.

Jasmine looked gently offended, a pained frown and sad eyes.“You don’t think I can take care of myself? You don’t trust me?”

“Jasmine–” I love you. I do trust you. I don’t trust him, and I never will. Anna wanted to confess, drop at her feet and beg her not to do this. It felt like madness, like some trip through the looking glass into a world where suddenly things didn’t make sense to her. “--Please, I’m simply worried about you! You told me you were so afraid of him finding out, scared to death, Jasmine! You were sitting right here, crying your eyes out! What do you expect of me?” Anna ran her fingers through her short, dark, curly hair, creating a wildness to her look. She stood clenched in her crimson, silk peignoir, still damp from her recent bath. Anna had been alone before. Or, so she thought…

“I know, I remember…” That troubled look, closing her eyes as if that might dispel the memory. “But, please, trust me. I want this. I know what I’m doing.”

She was turning away again, lingering away from Anna, keeping a level of distance between them that hurt Anna to notice. Her paces took her along the room, towards the farthest wall; the wall was made of thick, heavy glass through which the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean shined with a deep blue that magically turned the room into a cool, dreamy oasis. Anna’s apartment was among the elite of Rapture, reflecting her love and appreciation for beauty and elegance. Many times, she and Jasmine spent time together here, even before Jasmine moved on up into the same neighborhood. They had known each other practically since she first came to Rapture. Anna instantly took a liking to Jasmine, and they had hit it off right away. Anna was a dedicated and loyal friend once you won her over, and she would go to great lengths to help the ones she cared for. Jasmine was the closest friend she had in Rapture, and she would be damned before she let the likes of Andrew Ryan destroy Jasmine’s life. This had gone too far.

“Jasmine…” Anna tried to offer something, think of something to say that would make her see the danger that lurked. The silence teetered for several moments, and, with nothing else to say, she simply smirked and crooned, “Let’s have a drink.”

Jasmine hesitated for only a moment. They both knew neither one enjoyed a long, drawn-out fuss. They hardly argued, but when they did it was always intense but quick. The smile returned to her face like two curved petals, tender and fleeting. Her eyes were weary but persistent, that spirit that shone in her despite it all, falling deep into her stare like freefall in a cloudless sky. The look was like a touch, gentle palm cupping cheek, an apology, or maybe a truce.

“I’ll drink with you, but just club soda.” She said this now as she peeled the white gloves from her hands and put them into her handbag, following Anna as she made her way to a gilded, geometric bar cart all glittering and gold with its menagerie of bottles. Anna loved exotic booze, and she wasn’t going to let living at the bottom of the ocean ruin that…

“Club soda? Are you on a diet again?” Anna chimed curiously as she handled three crystal glasses, ice twinkling against the glass as she lined them along a nearby credenza. She lingered a moment before she selected the liquor she preferred for the night, a fruity rum from Cuba that cost more than she was willing to admit. The third glass fizzed with a burst of club soda, dribbling and popping with froth.

As Jasmine approached, Anna turned with two glasses in her hands; a playful look, the two women exchanged mischievous glances. “Why did you make three?”

Anna chuckled richly, a sparkle to her brown gaze that lit up her entire demeanor. That special magic she had was coming to shine: the show-woman, the powerhouse, the diva. Her laugh could fill up the room like light, infectious as Jasmine smiled wider in genuine amusement.

“One’s for the baby, of course.” Immediately, she drained one of the glasses with a hearty eagerness that made one wonder if she truly was celebrating or snubbing out her anxieties. When drained, she placed it, ice glittering against glass as it moved, upon the credenza once more. She took the club soda that was standing by and handed it to Jasmine; a tingle danced up her arms as the two met eyes as Jasmine’s smile filled up her lovely face. Like the face of the moon, all dazzling and pearlescent, soft pink cheeks and lips framed by the sleek, curled hair. Anna could’ve kissed her, over and over, like reuniting with a lost treasure, like something precious that could slip away.

Jasmine took the drink gratefully, tipped the glass in the style of a toast. “Cheers.” She hummed before taking a sip.

The two women settled upon a nearby couch, crushed velvet in rich burgundy, and nursed their drinks respectively. A tall, green palm fanned and shaded them from the glow of an elegant, vibrantly colored lamp overhead. The blues of the sealight and warm white-gold of the lamp met and softly blended into a cool, dreamy haze that complimented the lush colors of the furniture and walls.

Jasmine and Anna sat in silence for several moments, the tension between them lessening into a calm lull of mutual respect and care; neither one could stay angry at the other for long. Jasmine knew Anna cared about her. Anna understood that Jasmine was free to make her own choices. They held a healthy boundary with one another most of the time, very rarely crossing a line out of genuine affection for one another. Anna knew she would need to cross a line tonight if she was going to save Jasmine. She was going to try and do it as gently as possible.

#bioshock #bioshock au #bioshock fan fiction #anna culpepper #jasmine jolene #jasmine jolene bioshock #anna culpepper bioshock #video games #video game fan fiction #bioshock fan fic #wlw fanfic #tw alcohol #im bad at tags lol #the dame writes

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discount-romantic · 2 years

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Imagine Childe...

Coming home when you least expect it.

Warnings: vindictive reader pov, personal vent piece

"Welcome home." Childe's voice is less than cheery. The feux friendliness has given way to what almost sounds like...disappointment.

It's an hour before sunrise. The time you usually slip into bed after a night doing guild commissions rather than sleeping. You only lay down for a few hours, sleeping in fits and feeling restless.

"Childe!" You jump what feels like ten feet off the floor of your home's entryway. "I thought- hah...."

His visit home was supposed to take longer than this. At least, thats what he led you to believe. You feel guilty for wishing it had taken longer. That way he wouldn't have found out about your late night work this way. So far you'd evaded detection by the fatui agents he tasked with watching you, but that was mostly by using the translocation beacons and archon statues. Also by knowing when the watchers had a shift change, and sneaking back in when it happened.

Childe is still dressed in his travel attire, so maybe he hasn't waited long. Hopefully.

"I must have just missed you leaving earlier in the night, if you've been home at all today?" He takes a few steps closer in a way that would feel threatening if his mouth weren't stuck in a worried frown. "The agents tell me that nobody has come in or out since yesterday afternoon."

You hum, and stare. Two can dance to this tune. He wants to know what you'll tell him without poking and prodding.

The answer is nothing. Feeling like shit since he left for his homeland was almost a given; you'd become used to his presence at your side. Lying in bed, getting lunch, walking the market. Being alone suddenly was jarring in all the wrong ways. You hated it. Hated yourself for being so attached at the hip to Childe.

And fighting before he left hadn't helped anything, that's for sure. It was about what he does and doesn't tell you. What information he withholds and why. Even important, time sensitive things...like going away for an indefinite amount of time. He told you that in the morning, and left the same afternoon.

So you spent all that time burying yourself in work. Any work. Cleaning, commissions, even helping Zhongli with whatever odds and ends he needed dealt with. A routine was formed. Work, work harder, work more, and then collapse. Repeat steps. It kept your mind busy, and that was enough.

"Care to tell me what you've been up to while I was away?" Childe's arms cross loosely.

So he wants to know? After no contact, messages, or letters for three months he finally wants to know how you're doing? After being trailed by agents that wont or cant tell you his status?

"No."

He blinks, eyebrows furrowing. "Try again, my love."

Your head tilts to the side, "I said no."

"You're...more upset with me than I thought you'd be." You can see his grip tighten on his crossed arms. You know it's not anger, it's worry.

But a very awful part of you is present. Cruel and tired. Full of animosity and willing to lash out at anything or anyone. "Maybe."

"Cuddle time? Cuddles always make you feel better." Childe's tone has shifted to vague, but present, optimism. "Or since it's so early we could cook breakfast together."

Your chest feels like it's about to burst. You hate yourself. You hate this. You hate that your own desire to self destruct is going to hurt Childe. Because if you were feeling rational, feeling normal, you would be so happy that he's home.

Instead all you want is to go back to work and forget about the feeling in your gut that makes you want to rip yourself apart in the most literal way.

"I missed you," Childe's tone is tentative, "Teucer asked how you are."

It doesn't feel like you've blinked in a solid minute, "That's nice."

His face changes in a way you can't describe. "Stop. We both know what you're doing. You're trying to hurt me so I go away and leave you to hurt yourself. I'm not leaving."

"You should." That doesn't change anything. If you really, really wanted to go, you could. It would mean Childe finding out about your use of the translocation statues, but you could go. Maybe he'll just let you walk out. It's worth a try, so you spin on heel and head for the door.

He lunges forward more quickly than you can react in such an exhausted state, and heaves you over his shoulder. "We're going to talk this out."

Suuure you are. As though you didn't go limp the second he touched you. As though you plan to say anything at all. From the direction he turned, you can tell he's heading to the bedroom.

He drops you on your feet for only a moment before dragging your uncaring body into a different position. Sitting on the floor between his bent up knees, back pressed into his chest to feel his heart thrumming steadily in beautiful rhythm.

Childe's hands are already starting to wander. Running a thumb over your jawline, massaging circles into your aching temples. He gently ghosts delicate touches over bruises from the comission work, placing a chaste kiss against the back of your neck as if that would heal you.

That awful part of you wants to scream, struggle, fight. Show the pain you feel at being near abandoned for three months, not knowing when or even if your lover was coming back. After all...fatui business is dangerous. He said he would be back, but there was no true way to be sure.

But a fight would almost be more relieving to him than this silence, you're sure. Combat is what he excels in, and where Childe feels at home. At least if you tried to run away he would know what to do. This is better. Let him suffer.

So you lay against him like a ragdoll, letting his hands roam to try and comfort you. A futile endeavor.

"I...I'm sorry." He sounds more vulnerable than you've ever known him to be. "I'm sorry, please stay.

"Chiushka." The soft form of his name sighs its way out of your mouth, "I am upset, and I don't have the capacity to express how hurt I am, but I still love you."

Childe curls around your body, holding you tight and squeezing.

"You are my darling Chiushka, and I will always be waiting for you to come home." You set your hand on his, and worry your thumb over his rough knuckles. "I'm wounded, I'm upset, and I want to make you feel even a fraction of my agony...but I won't."

His forehead buries itself in the crook of your neck, "Forgive me?"

"I will. All things in time, my darling Chiushka."

#genshin impact #genshin fluff #self comfort #childe #tartaglia #ajax #childe x reader

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press-f-to-rat · 1 year

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So. I might have done a thing. A friend (LOOKING AT YOU @kingassblast ) got me into Darkest Dungeon. And I got attached to Bigby and now I've been writing about my new favorite little scrungly pretty much non-stop.

We were just rambling to each other in DMs when suddenly, I had an idea for a prompt: "Paracelsus' research of the Beast finally amounts to something."

And so, I got to writing a little bit :))) Naturally, this isn't canon compliant, but simply a little what if. I know a lot of people (Myself included) really like to make Para and Bigby friends, so. I wanted to write a little something that perhaps would create a rift between them :) a little angst, as a treat :))

Anyway, that's enough rambling from me. Hope you enjoy!! It's below the "read more" :)

'Y-you created your own?!" Bigby's voice thundered through the air, shaking all the delicate glassware Paracelsus kept in her laboratory. "A-and not just that, but—You...you inflicted it upon yourself? V-Voluntarily?!" His voice trembled with some form of horrified rage, that anyone would willingly bring his own wretched curse upon themself.

Paracelsus, on the other hand, spoke with her typical level-headedness, though she could not stop the flow of cool indignation bubbling up from deep within her. “But think of the progress that will come of this! Should you not be glad that perhaps your curse might bring about some good?"

“What g-good could outweigh the d-damage done by bringing another m-m-monster into the world?!"

She could see the green ichor bulging in his veins with every word, the outlines only growing more apparent with his rage.

“Bigby," the Plague Doctor countered, "I have it entirely under my control. My experiments have made sure of that. It cannot harm anyone unless I will it.”

“Th-That is what it wants you to think! And then—wh-when your guard is down—it will exact i-its vengeance!" His voice felt edged with the bile of his blood, seeping from the dark recesses of his mind, where the Beast lurked. Betrayal—That was what this was! She had betrayed his trust! He had thought she would help him—Use the Eldritch poison in his veins to ease the curse. But this! No, no good could come of this. This was madness.

“If I knew that th-this is what y-you were going to use m-m-my blood for, then—I n-never would have let you h-have it.” The words burned in the air where they hung, hot with fury and pain.

There was a pang in Paracelsus’ chest—Was that guilt? Oh, but she knew guilt, and she knew how to bottle it away in her mind like any other poison she’d dealt with. “Then you’re simply ignorant to the potential it holds.” She hissed.

Bigby said nothing. Instead, his blood boiling with rage, he stretched his lips into a snarl, showcasing row after row of sharp, animalistic fangs. A roar erupted from his throat as he tore out of her laboratory, nearly ripping the door off its hinges and slamming it behind him so hard the building shook.

The Plague Doctor sighed wearily, removing the thick, leather gloves she wore to reveal her own hands, unexpectedly transfigured into scaly claws. She flexed her fingers and clicked her ebony talons against one another, feeling her brows furrow beneath her mask. Perhaps that conversation had affected her more than she thought.

Perhaps… perhaps this was a mistake.

But there was no going back from here. Her choice was made, and no matter what happened, she would have to live with it.

It was only now that she took the time to question… What had she done?

#darkest dungeon #fanfic #we love it when para reverse engineers whatever monstrous alchemy brought about the beast #and then uses it on herself because why not #she is the embodiment of #you were so preoccupied with whether you could that you didn't stop to think if you should #also bigby has a stutter because i saw another writer give him one #and i loved their characterization of him so much that i osmosed it into my own interpretation of him

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greenygreenland · 2 years

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The Day I Died: Father! Platonic! Garmadon x Platonic! Reader

Notes:

-you are Lloyd’s elder sister who has defied destiny to become both the green and golden ninja, this takes place during rebooted, mini one-shot rewrite of a three-parter (should be on my masterlist), this is entirely platonic, fun fact: while re-reading my old ver. of this i sobbed because this hit too close to FUDGING HOME

Your mother was an amazing person. Sure, she left you and Lloyd when you were incredibly young, but only because she wanted to stop the final battle from ever happening to save you both from the pain of fighting your father in a showdown to the death. She may have left you, but she came back and tried to make it up to you even if it felt...odd to have a mother back after being alone for so long.

Your father was a different story. He was the imbalance that tipped Ninjago off its feet, the reason why you defied Destiny to become the Green Ninja, and the cause for all your suffering. He was evil, and sometimes, you wished he weren't your father.

Despite the venom running through his veins being vanquished, he hadn't dared show his face around you ever again. According the rare passerbyers you conversed with, he had set up his own 'lovely and successful dojo' a few hours away from Wu's Academy (you thought that was a dumb name).

You weren't sure if you wanted to be confused by how the former dark lord of evil could somehow attract people to his dojo or angry that he never bothered to visit. He knew where you were because your mum told you she talked to him a week ago. You didn't know where he was because, well, how the heck were you supposed to locate your ex-adversary's dojo in the middle of nowhere?

So where in Ninjago was Garmadon? You decided to wait and see if he'd decide to show up sometime before you perished of old age, but he never did. A few days passed, then a week, then another and another and another. You waited, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he might decide to show up and tell you he was sorry for being absent for ten and up years of your life, but why should you expect anything when your whole life had been a let-down?

Being the Green and Golden ninja practically meant holding up the sky. You had duties, a reputation, and an incompetent family to care for. Not only that, but being a teacher at Wu's Academy meant wasting your life away in a classroom grading paperwork. Before that, you sacrificed yourself to defy Destiny and save Lloyd from all the trauma and heartache you currently dealt with, and even way before that, you were his stand-in parent for your absent father and mother. You were done wasting your thoughts on the false hope that you'd get what all your students had--a family with parents who were actually there for you.

"(Y/n)!"

That broke you from your thoughts. You turned in your chair to face Lloyd, pausing for a second to blink. It was still odd to see him so tall since he magically aged up, so it took a second for you to adjust to what you thought you'd see. "Do you need something?" you inquired. Lloyd shoved a gi in your arms. "Put that on and hurry. We need to go, like now!"

"Now? But the others? Are they still on that field trip or--?" Lloyd slammed the classroom door shut. "I'll explain later, just hurry up!"

"Okay, okay!"

As soon as you'd finished changing, Lloyd took you by the hand and ripped open one of the windows. "We're gonna have to jump." He broke into a sprint, but you yanked him away from the window. "What do you think you're doing?! We're on the top floor!" He yanked you towards the window with a strength you didn't know he even possessed.

"STOP LLOYD!" you shouted. "I SAID STO--!"

"Don't use your elemental dragon!" he interjected. You were suddenly free-falling, clinging onto your brother like he were a stuffed animal. Oh, this was it wasn't it? You'd die here, falling through a window as Lloyd reassured you you'd 'be okay'. You screwed your eyes shut and wrapped your arms around Lloyd to break the fall, all the while preparing the goodbye speech you'd announce once you were dead.

The landing came, but the impact was softer than you expected. Lloyd let out a light chuckle as you opened your eyes and took in the sight of the Ultra Sonic Raider.

"Oh."

He snickered at you, wiggling out of your tight embrace and climbing in a separate compartment. You settled into the familiar leather, strapping in and closing the hatch as Lloyd revved up the engine. He closed his own hatch, and just as you were about to ask him about what the heck was happening, he slammed the petal to the metal. You yelped as your head hit the back of your chair, gripping onto your seat belt for dear life. "Lloyd, you're going over the speed limit!"

"Well I'm sorry I can't abide by the law when we're about to die!" he sarcastically exclaimed. "The Overlord's back, and he's after our power!"

Your eyes widened. The Overlord was back? That couldn't be. You saw him die--he vanished into nothing, leaving only your father behind and nothing more. Not only that, but what did Lloyd mean by 'we'? He didn't have elemental powers. You took his place so he could be how you liked it: safe.

"What do you mean 'our power'?" you grimly inquired. Despite taking the role as the Green Ninja, you knew that in theory it was possible Lloyd also inherited the same power you possessed since you were both A, siblings, and B, descendants of the First Spinjitzu Master. If he truly did inherit elemental powers, then all your hard work would have been for naught.

That was a scary thought.

"I," Lloyd paused, heaving in a deep breath, "I have Golden Power." Your heart stopped.

Golden Power.

Lloyd had Golden Power.

How were you supposed to keep him safe now?

You had the sudden urge to scream or do anything to let those in Cloud Kingdom know that you wanted to take the burden to your grave so Lloyd could have a better life than you. The burden would be miserable for you, but that was how you wanted it. Lloyd wasn't supposed to share your burden, and you feared if he'd become as bitter as you. A sorrowful sigh left your lips as Lloyd frowned.

"There was a falling street lamp and Jay would've been crushed if I didn't step in." he said. "I don't really know how I did, but there was this golden glow around my hands and then it hit the pole and made it explode. I'm sorry sis, are you mad at me?" His voice was softer than the time he apologised for spilling juice all over your favourite book. You shook your head, running a hand through your hair. "Lloyd," you began, "I'm not mad, I just--I just wish I could have done more. Maybe if I...or...I could have...."

You gave up on trying to formulate a cohesive sentence, taking to shaking your head again. "I'm sorry Lloyd." He huffed from the driver's seat. "It's not your fault that this happened. Maybe it was meant to be so that you wouldn't have to deal with everything on your own."

"Lloyd--"

"So what you're my older sister? So what you're supposed to take care of me? You're always doing that no matter what it is, risking your life, your health, your freedom, your everything. You always forget that you're still human even though you're doing this and that."

You sighed. "Lloyd, that's because I have to. It's my responsibility and--"

"So?" His voice shook. "I don't want to be your responsibility anymore! You think I don't see you stay up all night writing out how much you hate being the Green Ninja so no one has to hear you complain? You think I don't see how much you keep giving until you're left with nothing? The only reason why you hate dad is because you blame him for everything you've done."

"I don't blame him for my misfortune." you icily retorted. "But it's his fault for leaving. And because he left us, I wanted to make sure you grew up happy even without him and mom. I give so you don't have to go through what I went through, but now look what's happened. Destiny has been cruel and you're the Golden Ninja just like me."

The rest of the ride continued in silence, something you were unused to around your brother. He was a chatterbox and loved to talk about the latest issues of Starfarer, or the newest video games, but this time, his lips were sewn shut. He didn't utter a word, and when you asked if he was heading back to the Bounty, he remained silent.

"Lloyd," you gently said, "just tell me where we're going."

His grip on the steering seemed to tighten, a sign that he was nervous. "You're gonna get mad if I tell you." You huffed, crossing your arms and frowning. "I don't have a reason to be angry because you haven't told me yet."

Another pause.

"You're not gonna like this, but we have to stay here and lie low. The nindroids--they're the guys who attacked us in the city--won't be able to find us here." He rounded a bend and stopped the vehicle. You opened the hatch and climbed out as Lloyd turned off the Ultra Sonic Raider. He followed after you, an apologetic look on his face as you made your way up a hill.

No explanation was needed; you knew exactly where you were. The only question that stayed in your mind was, 'why?'. There could have been a hundred other locations to hide so much harder to find than here, yet the ninja just had to choose the one place you swore to never set foot in: your father's dojo. Being in the same building as him was something you silently said you'd never do after waiting for him to visit you for months on end.

He was supposed to take initiative because he was your father, especially after everything he did.

You had the sudden urge to weep as Lloyd took you by the arm and dragged you along. Maybe you could wait outside for everyone, or sneak away to some remote village where you could go into hiding alone. As long as it was anywhere but here, you were fine.

Along the way, you passed Zane and gave him a wave. He smiled kindly as he always did, juggling the objects in his hands. "Did you run into any trouble along the way?" he inquired. Lloyd shook his head. "No, but I'm glad we didn't because I don't think I'm that good at driving yet." You were about to interrupt and tell Lloyd you were staying out here, but he suddenly yanked you away from Zane and further up the hill. There was a beautiful waterfall behind the dojo that made you wonder how your father found such a serene place, but that thought left your mind as you stopped at the front doors.

You sucked in a sharp breath as Lloyd took your hand, giving it a good squeeze before sliding open the doors. Soft, yellow light flooded the darkness, drowning out the stars and moon. Your father stood in the middle of the serene room, staff in hand as he lectured the class. Kai and the others waved frantically from where they sat as Nya whispered for them to shut their faces. Your father followed their pointing and waving, raising a brow inquisitively until his gaze met yours.

"Ah," he warmly said, "if it isn't my daughter and son, so glad you could join us." You curtly nodded while Lloyd broke into a full-on grin. "Dad! It's great to see you again." He smiled in return, motioning for you both to come in. "It's wonderful to see you both as well. Take a seat wherever you'd like, the lesson was just about to start." You closed the door behind you as Lloyd gladly made his way inside. You followed after him, taking in every bit of your surroundings as you could.

Jay motioned for you to take a seat on the floor between him and Cole. You swiftly sat down as Lloyd settled next to Kai. "Did you guys run into trouble?" whispered Jay. "We've been here way before class started!" Your father made his way around the room and sent Jay a look. "Silence!" He bonked him on the head, but not enough to injure your poor friend. You frowned, sending your father a disapproving look. He didn't see it though since his back was turned.

"Close your mouth, and open your ears. Tonight's lesson is the Art of the Silent Fist, to fight without fighting." He turned to face everyone again. "May I have a volunteer?" The walls were suddenly real interesting for everyone, and you couldn't blame them.

"(Y/n) would like to volunteer as tribute!" Lloyd piped up. Your jaw dropped and you looked over Jay's shoulder with wide eyes. "No I--"

"The Ultimate Battle, round two!" he exclaimed. You sat there for a moment until you realised there was no getting out of it, so with a roll of your eyes, you stood, making your way to the middle of the room. Your father still had a warm smile on his face, but you didn't return it. "Attack me," he said, "but please, no powers, I happen to like my monastery." There was a collection of giggles and snorts from his students that set you a bit on edge.

You rolled your eyes and threw a swift punch, aiming straight for his face. At the last second, Garmadon dodged and you ran straight into a wall. "You see?" he said. "The key is balance." He set his staff on the ground to stand on its own before holding it again. "Let your opponent fight himself." You gritted your teeth, this time throwing a roundhouse kick and then an uppercut. He dodged, and dodged, and dodged again. As you threw another punch, he yawned and that made you angry.

You threw a punch first, then a kick, and finally another kick, but he kept dodging. Heaving in a deep breath, you ran towards him, readying a kick to put this so-called 'lesson' to a close. At the last second, Garmadon bent over, taking your arm and tossing you over his shoulder like a sack of flour.

The world spun and you let out a groan. "Oh, (Y/n)..." mumbled Kai with a face-palm. The others followed, shaking their heads as you ran a hand over your forehead. "Pupils," said your father, "I present to you the greatest ninja in all the land, the Golden Ninja." There was a chorus of laughter that made your chest burn. You didn't deserve that, or this, or the embarrassment leaking onto your face as you hauled your tired limbs off the floor. Nothing could have been worse than humiliation by the man you loathed.

Suddenly, you found yourself on that unforgiving sandy beach. You were on the Dark Island, preparing to prematurely confront your father before anymore harm could be done to you and the world. You couldn't wait any longer, and so you had stepped in his way like an annoying fly that wouldn't leave. You were going to end the imbalance once and for all.

"Easy, easy dear."

You blinked away the haze from your eyes, the familiar voice grounding you in the present. Your hands were balled into fists and green light danced across your fingertips. When had your powers activated? You didn't remember doing that.

"It's only a lesson." your father said. His voice was gentle, and there was a gleam in his eyes that made you falter for a fraction of a second. You saw regret on his face, but you weren't about to stick around to confirm your observations. Your arms dropped to your sides and you let out a curt sigh. "Sorry." Your tone was harsher than you wanted it to be. "Force of habit." You saw the ninja and Nya frown. "I think I'll excuse myself from this lesson." You respectfully bowed and silently made your way out the door, ignoring the calls of your friends.

The chirping crickets and gentle breezes of night helped ease the emotional pain building in your heart. You took a seat at the bottom of the stairs and placed your head in your hands. For a while, it was only you and mother nature savouring each other's presence. It left a lot of breathing room for you to think, so you did and reflected.

"May I ask why you are out here alone?" You met Zane's familiar eyes with a weak smile. "Hi Zane." He eyed the spot next to you. "May I?" You nodded and he sat down, adjusting his grip on the golden objects he tightly held. "What are those?"

"The Techno Blades gifted to us by Cyrus Borg before we were attacked. They can hack the system of a corrupted computer and are currently our only hope to defeating the Overlord." You nodded in understanding, allowing your shoulders to droop just a bit. "I can't believe he's back, it felt like only yesterday I defeated him."

"At times, one can forget to count the days." he softly said. You smiled as he scanned your face, taking in every single detail that cracked through your smile.

"What bothers you?"

You fiddled with your hands and shrugged. "It's nothing, just..."

"Your father?" You nodded and Zane scooted closer to you. "It is only logical you are unused to his presence. You have been separated since you were very young, so it will take time to allow him into your heart again."

Whether that was true or not, you didn't want to know. Why would you when time had never healed anything?

You sat there in silence for a while, nodding in understanding as he offered a reassuring smile. The door of the dojo suddenly opened and Zane looked past your shoulder. He stood, taking the techno blades with him. "I will take my leave now." You watched as he disappeared down the hill, sighing at the empty space by your side.

"Hello (Y/n)."

You jumped to your feet, balling your hands into fists like you were about to sock someone in the jaw. Your father closed the door behind and made his way down the steps as you relaxed your pose. "It's just you." you sighed out.

Garmadon nodded. "Just me." he confirmed. "About earlier--"

"It's fine." You turned your back to him, crossing your arms to hug yourself with an uncomfortable frown. He made his way down the stairs, taking a seat on the steps as you plopped down as far away as six feet could take you.

"The sky is quite beautiful tonight." You turned to Garmadon, raising a brow with a look of distaste as he kept his gaze focused on the stars. "When you were younger, you used to sit by your window every night," he smiled to himself. "You refused to go to bed because you were afraid of offending the stars amd moon."

You scoffed, picking at a loose thread on your gi. "You remember that?" He nodded, turning to face you with a sad smile. "Of course I do. How could I forget when that was your favourite pass time?" He paused, releasing a long sigh that really spoke of his age. "I know I have caused you and Lloyd so much suffering--something I wish I could reverse--but dwelling on the past won't change anything."

Dwelling on the past won't change anything? Now where have you heard that one? A bitter chuckle rattled past your lips. "Yeah, it's not like I spent everyday wishing you were there to give me the love and support I need. And it's not like I lost my childhood to take care of Lloyd and find a job when I was only fourteen and a half. I totally understand why it's best not to dwell on the past, but it's kinda hard when it's the reason why I'm who I am today."

You kicked at the ground absentmindedly, again avoiding the gaze of your father as if it were fire. "I don't understand why you're always absent. Even after the Final Battle, I've never seen you until now. At least mom stops by and drops something off, or sends post cards and photos of where she's been. She tells me she's missed me and writes letters, but you? I never hear anything. I've always heard nothing. Do you even care?"

He sent you a heartfelt glance, but you ignored it, throwing a hand out to make a point.

"I probably shouldn't have expected anything because I'm always let down anyway. You've never seen this cartoon or movie? Well, course not, because I never had the luxury to sit down and take a break. How are your parents doing, are they coming to the school conference? Course not!" Your shoulders tensed and your breaths became shorter as anger finally took a hold of your heart. "My father's been turned into an evil lord and my mother's disappeared to find a way to stop a prophecy that could either make or break Ninjago from becoming a land of darkness! You know, I always dreamed of having a perfect, whole family, but that's never gonna happen, not when mum's always gone and you never, ever show up!"

You began walking down the last steps of the stairs, voice cracking as you continued. "I can't believe I began to hope something would change. How...how foolish of me."

You waited for Garmadon to say something, or anything really. Even if it was an insult, a scolding, or a yell, you would take it because then at least you'd remember how it felt like to have a parent tell you what was 'right' or 'wrong'.

Instead of shouting, Garmadon sighed.

"(Y/n)," he softly said, "there are three things I've been wanting to tell you for ages, but no matter how long I thought it over, I never found the right words until now." He paused and you kept your back facing him. "You have done all you could to protect Lloyd by defying Destiny to take his place. You became the Green Ninja to fight me and restore balance, then the Golden Ninja to defeat the Overlord and I combined. But now that Lloyd has begun to realise his powers, even you know that you cannot hold his hand much longer."

There was another pause that made your loud mind go insane. Why did he suddenly stop talking? Why had he gone quiet? Was he only saying this to make you feel bad for him?

You licked your chapped lips, clenching a fist. "Well? What's the third thing you wanted to say?"

"I am very proud of you."

Your heart seemed to weigh a ton as it sank in your chest and made your fingers go numb. You suddenly whipped around, marching back up the stairs with a look of disbelief on your face. "'I am very proud of you'?" you demanded. "You're just saying that! How can you be proud of a failure?" You placed a hand on your chest, giving it a good pat to throw your point across.

"I've suffered and had to be a stand-in parent for Lloyd--heck, I even infiltrated Darkley's and pretended to be a boy just to watch over him!" You cursed your voice for cracking so blatantly. "I hate you. I hate you for making me like this, and taking away my childhood, and giving me all these burdens I can't carry! Everyday, I wondered if I was ever going to be able to save Ninjago when I knew I couldn't save myself! And now you come back here asking me to move on like nothing happened?"

A cold laugh escaped your trembling lips. "I can't believe you. How wicked can you be? Don't tell me how proud you are of me, don't tell me that I can't protect Lloyd anymore when I raised him, and don't tell me all these lies when you know nothing!" A stifled sob wracked your shoulders. "You don't know me, and you certainly don't know anything."

The painfully burning anger bubbled up like lava. Its touch skimmed over your fingers, numb to the wrath spilling past your lips. "I've died a thousand times just to be who I am today, and I'm--" Tears streamed down your cheeks as you threw a hand over your face to hide it. "I can't..." You sniffled. "Where were you when I needed you, father?! When everyone else had someone, why did you...why did you leave me?"

There was a moment of silence as you sniffled. But of course there had to be be, because what was Garamdon supposed to say to that? He was an evil, evil man no matter how much it had been vanquished from his veins. He was cruel, too, with words that cut like knives and an absence that never failed to leave you cold.

"I wasn't there." admitted Garmadon. He opened his arms, and no matter how much you tried to push him away, he entrapped you in a loving warmth. "I know I wasn't there when I should have been, even when I wanted to make it up to you. The truth is, I wasn't being responsible. I knew you would reject me, so I was a coward and feared the consequences of my actions." He hugged you tighter. "I love you (Y/n). I love you and Lloyd so much, and I am more sorry for everything I've done than I can put into words."

You didn't need your father. Not when he left you in this cruel, wide world. Not when he was pitted against you in his last moments on that sandy beach. You didn't need him, you didn't need him. All you wanted was for him to release you and go away. But it was fruitless to fight, you knew the moment your head hit his shoulder.

"My daughter." Garmadon ran a hand over your head. He used to do that once, when you were but a child. "I understand you are unwilling to forgive me. I deserve it more than anything. But once you are off in the world, I hope you can melt the ice in your heart. You are so strong, my dear girl. Your mother must be so proud."

You didn't say anything, and maybe that was because you couldn't, so your father took the first step and released you from his arms, keeping a gentle hand on your shoulder. There were a few tears in the corners of his eyes but he smiled despite that. "The stars are beautiful tonight, but there is one that outshines them all."

A chuckle escaped Garmadon's lips and you sniffled with a bashful glance to the side. Long ago, he had said that to you. Long ago, you had been happy. Once, you were a young girl with splendid hopes and dreams. That had all been torn away the day your Father left and your Mother disappeared. The scars were old, time unforgiving to their aid, but maybe, just maybe, you would finally heal.

Maybe then, you could also learn to forgive.

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I just imagined, that Maggie and Y/N got drunk and started to chatter, like girl talk, about top 3 the most handsome men in Gotham, who would you rather..., Bang marry kill etc. Think you could go on with it? :D

Girls Night Out!

Today has been the absolute worst. Not only did I have three floral cancellations, but a spontaneous wedding just had to happen. And the bride was demanding I get 2 days worth of work done in 5 hours. I’d pricked myself on several roses, and the fragile calendula petals kept ripping from their stems. I was about three seconds away from just burning the whole place to the ground with me inside.

“Maggie, what are you still doing here?” My boss asked.

“Wedding, bridzilla, no time.” I mumbled.

“Yikes, want some help?”

“She’ll notice of the work isn’t mine, she’s very picky and if I have to see her cry one more time today, I’m going to shove a bundle of roses down my throat, with thorns still intact.”

He held up his hands in mock surrender and walked away. But just as he reached the door he paused.

“Oh, umm somebody left you something out front. Just make sure to lock up when you’re done ok?”

“Did you see who?”

“Only saw the back of their head as the left, red hair.”

“Fuck.” I muttered. “Ok thanks. I’ll let you know when I’ve locked up for the night. Who gets married at midnight in Gotham anyways?”

“Beats me kid, try and get some rest ok. Maybe take tomorrow off.”

“Thanks.”

By the time I got of work I wanted to slam my head into a wall repeatedly. My hands were shaking from how much I stressed over every little detail on the bouquets. Out of instinct my feet carried me to Y/N’s place. I didn’t really wanna go back to one of Oswald’s moods at the moment. So I found myself knocking at the assassins door. I was surprised when I heard laughter on the other side. She looked down at me when she open the door.

“Oh Maggie, what a pleasant surprise.”

Her smirk was anything but comforting at the moment. She was planning something. Before I could even ask what she was up to, she dragged me into her house. That’s when I saw a familiar face.

“Tabby, what are you doing here?”

It was clear from the bottle littered around that these two were already halfway on their way to being drunk. And I kind of envied that.

“Y/N was having a bad day, one that killing people wouldn’t fix. So we’re having a girls evening? Care to join us Bunny?”

I rolled my eyes at the nickname, but quickly walked over. Y/N sat beside Tabitha on the couch, and I gently lifted Tabitha’s hands, sitting on her lap.

“There is a whole couch you know?”

“You’re comfier, Mon Cher.” I flirted.

Y/N raised her brow at the two of this.

“Not that I’m not enjoying the show, because I certainly am, but when did this happen?” Y/N mused.

“You remember a while back what I said when I dealt with the whole Fish issue?”

“Yeah… wait-“

“Omg Y/N! You really thought I was sleeping with Tabitha’s boyfriend and she didn’t know about it? That’s totally against girl code!”

Tabitha watched the two of us in amusement, playing with my hair. She slowly undid the right braid in my hair, unknowing realising the tension from my scalp. I wasn’t even really aware it was there until it suddenly wasn’t, I instinctively leaned into her touch. It was nice to feel wanted, even if it was nothing serious. Tabitha always knew how to make me feel better.

“We’ll you surprised us with a lot of things that day Kitten, how was I supposed to know you were at turning a new leaf?”

She sipped her wine with a smirk on her face.

“That’s phrase is usually used when someone suddenly chooses to have morals, not be a horn wrecking whore.”

“To each their own. By the way, what the hell are you wearing?”

“What’s wrong with my outfit?”

“Darling, hate to break it to you, but in this town, you might as well be dressed as a nun.” Tabitha clarified.

I looked down at my outfit in shame. I didn’t think it was that bad, but then again, I was in the company of two of the most dangerously beautiful people in the whole city. I let out an exasperated sigh, letting my face lull back into the crook of Tabitha’s neck.

“And what exactly do you want me to do about that?” I questioned.

“Strip.” Y/N all but commanded.

“Excuse-moi?”

“You heard me, then Tabby and I will choice your outfit for this evening. Come on, it will be fun. Don’t you agree Tigress?”

“I think that’s a great idea.”

I glared at the two of them. But got up from my seat anyways.

“You know I hate the two do you, like on a personal level right?”

“Join the club.” They said in sync.

“Fine, but I’m not drunk enough for this. Also there’s like no music, what the hell am I supposed to strip to? The sound of my heart beat?”

“I can fix both of those issue Mon Cherie, just give me a moment.”

Y/N left to raid her liquor cabinet. And I stared at Tabitha in bewilderment.

“I can’t believe I’m actually going to do this.”

“Like it’s the craziest thing you’ve done Bunny? What happens at girls night, stays at girls night.”

“Wow, how comforting.” I glared.

Y/N came back with a drink that looked nearly deadly.

“What the hell is that?” I stopped her.

“Remember how I told you you shouldn’t ask questions you don’t want the answers too…” she smirked at me. “Now open wide.”

“Definitely not.”

“Don’t be such a worry wort, it’s not poisoned if that’s what your thinking.”

“Yeah that’s not my main concern right now”

Tabitha got up from her spot on the couch and approached me from behind.

“What are you doing?”

��Helping you loosen up Bunny, you seem stressed. You probably need this more than we do.”

I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and choosing to trust these two women with my life. A mistake very few people survive. I felt one of Tabby’s hands snack around my waist, pulling me closer to her, and the other made it’s way around my neck. Most people would be terrified, but I had to fight everything in me not to whimper in that moment. She forced my head back.

“Now be a good girl and open your mouth bunny”

I did as I was told without hesitation. Y/N placed her hand on my chin and slowly poured the alcohol down my throat. It burned, like my throat was actually melting, but I endured it until the glass was empty. Then suddenly they let go off me, and this time I couldn’t help but let a sad little whine escape.

“See, it wasn’t that bad now was it?” Tabitha comforted.

“Look at you, so submissive and needy Kitten. It’s honestly adorable.” Y/N teased.

“You try being in my position and tell me how much you like it.” I snapped back.

But her ever present smirk just grew.

“Now I’m sure you know the rules for a proper strip tease.”

“Yes, I’m not five.”

“The better the show, the better the outfit you’ll earn.”

Y/N walked over to her speaker and pressed play on the song she chose. I was so used to her music taste when she was with Victor, I never even thought about what she might listen to on her own. As the song picked up I set my pace, making sure to make it as slow and painful for them as I possibly could. If they were gonna torture me, two could play at that game.

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As I got more into it as the Al him finally started to set in, I playfully slapped Tabitha’s hand away as she tried to grab me.

“You should know that you can’t touch the Dancers Tabby.”

She rolled her eyes and growled playfully.

“You’re no fun.”

“On the contrary my love, I’m having the best time right now.” I smirked.

When the song was over I was just in my underwear, cause there would be no point in taking it off. At least not without a tip.

“Who the hell were you trying to impress wearing those?” Y/N teased.

“Maybe I wear my nice lingerie all the time? Who says I wear it for anybody?”

She raised her brow at me skeptically.

“I’m with Y/N on this one, you totally wore those cause you were hoping someone would see them.”

“We’ll now someone has. Now do I get clothes now or am I just gonna walk around half naked the rest of the night?”

“I wouldn’t mind”. Tabitha purred.

I threw a pillow at her face.

“And then I’d have to tell Butch we had fun without him. And that wouldn’t be fair now would it?”

Y/N grabbed my hand and dragged me over to her room before rummaging through her closet. I looked around noticing all the odd things she had in her room. Some of them I didn’t want to ask, cause I’m pretty sure my imagination could figure it out. I mean the handcuffs on the bed were pretty self explanatory. Even I wasn’t that boring, but the other stuff, I’d like to remain blissfully unaware.

She handed me a oversized black shirt and what looked to be a corset. I knew better than to ask her where the pants were, it was clear I wasn’t getting more to put on. I shot her a playful glare and asked her to turn around.

“Really, you practically give us both a lap dance but you want me to turn around so you can change?”

“My bra isn’t gonna look good with this outfit ok. Leave me alone.”

She playfully wiggled her fingers before covering her eyes. I quickly pulled on the outfit, and I had to admit, I looked hot.

“Wait, why have I never seen you wear this?”

She shrugged.

“You know how Oswald is, if I showed up to work dressed like that, he’d make me walk the streets.”

She laughed at her own joke.

“Oh great, so I get to dress like a hooker instead.”

“You look nice, stop fretting. I mean Tabitha is wearing all black leather and always carries her whip on her. And I just dress like a more sophisticated hooker. Now go show your girl your outfit so we can get approval.”

I blushed furiously.

“She’s not mine and you know that.”

“Whatever you say Kitten.”

Tabitha’s eyes widened when she looked at me. I gave her a worried glance. Did it look bad? Maybe I wasn’t the right kind of girl to wear something like this. I mean knowing Y/N this simple outfit was probably more expensive than my old apartment bill.

“What, is something wrong with it?”

“I Just- wow, I don’t think I’ve ever seen your boobs look that nice.”

I had to take a deep breath to calm myself. It was kinda funny when I thought about it. It was clear to everyone that she was originally gonna say something else, but I let it slide. Y/N was practically cackling at the encounter.

“I think it makes her legs look nicer, the fishnets really complete the look.” Y/N complimented.

“We’ll now I feel both ridiculously over and under dressed. I don’t know how you managed to do it.”

I sat back down, gratefully taking the wine glass Tabitha offered me.

“So, what’s next on the girls night agenda?”

“Would could play Fuck, Marry, Kill?” Y/N suggested.

“Please tell me you mean the regular sorority way and not some strange Gotham version of the game.”

“What, are you chicken?”

“No, I’d just rather not be arrested for manslaughter or public voyeurism tonight thank you very much.”

“Kid’s got a point, besides you know how Gotham weddings are…” Tabitha concluded.

“Fine, I’ll start. Edward, Harvey, Butch.” She grinned Wickedly at the two of us.

“Easy, Kill Harvey, Fuck Riddle-Ed and Marry Butch.” Tabitha said.

“I know a trap when I see one Y/N I’m not stupid.”

“It’s fine, I won’t be offended.” Tabitha assured.

“Fine, umm Marry Butch I guess, but by default that means I get you as my wife, kill Edward and Kiss Harvey.”

“Woah Woah Woah, kiss Harvey?”

“I mean I’ve already done it so… besides I don’t think Edward would appreciate me trying to kiss him.”

“You’ve kissed Harvey?”

“I was trying to make Jim jealous, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“And you think Edward would appreciate you trying to kill him?”

“He’d think it was admirable at best. Could be worse ways to die. Now, Victor, Lee, Ivy.” I said.

Y/N glared at me, but answered quicker than I thought.

“We’ll I already made the mistake of Marrying Victor once, so kill him, marry Lee and kiss Ivy.”

I rolled my eyes, god she was so stubborn. She’s have to get over this eventually.

“Um, I’m gonna have to agree with Y/N on the Vic front. Besides I don’t want her to shot me for my answer. But I’d Marry Ivy, kiss Lee. I don’t know how you could stand to marry her, she seems insufferable.”

“Thank you!”

“Don’t thank me just yet bunny. Alfred, Me… Jim.”

“Really?”

“Answer the question Maggie!” Y/N taunted.

“Toi en premier, la garce!”

“Fun. Fuck the butler, kiss the assassin, kill the boy toy.”

I rolled my eyes.

“I Hope you know I hate both of you.”

“You keep saying that, yet you keep coming back for more.”

“What can I say, I’m a masochist.”

“Not that that revelation isn’t exiting my dear, but answer the question.”

“Or what?”

Tabitha quickly flipped me over, hovering above me on the couch, a knife suddenly in her hand, pressed against my throat.

“Do it, I’ll just enjoy it!” I smirked.

She rolled her eyes.

“Answer.”

I brought my knee up between her leg, catching her off guard and flipping her. I threw the knife across the room, lodging it in the wall, and pulled her into a rough kiss. Then a pulled away with a smirk.

“Marry Alfred, kill Jim.”

I reached for my glass once more and finished it off.

“Maybe we should get you drunk more often Kitten, you’re fun like this.”

“Alfred, really?” Tabitha tested.

I could hear the pout in her voice from me stopping our make out session. But that’s what she gets for being a massive tease all night.

“I mean have you seen that guy work his magic in the kitchen, with the way her used those hands… besides he would actually treat me right.”

Y/N faked wiping tears from her eyes.

“They grow up so fast.”

I’d never heard Tabitha laugh so hard in my entire life. I playfully punched Y/N in the arm.

“Enough of this, I have a new game, Truth or Dare!” I announced.

“Darling we both know nobody here is picking truth.”

“Perfect. Tabitha, I dare you to finish what’s left of that whiskey bottle.”

“Easy! Done!”

We watched as she walked over to the bottle? Flicking off the cap.

“Chug! Chug! Chug!” Y/N and I chanted in sync.

It was funny really, if anyone saw us right now. A strange bunch of people doing a weird assortment of things. She did a little bow after and returned to the couch.

“Ok you’re turn Bunny, I dare you to steal the knife hidden under Y/N’s skirt!”

“We’ll how is that fair? If she knows I’m gonna steal it she won’t let it happen!”

“Not my problem.”

“Fine, what’s the deadline.”

“End of the night.”

“Deal!”

“Hate to break it to you Kitten but you’re gonna lose this dare.”

“To bad, so sad, moving on. Y/N I dare you to go make out with the first person you see when we go outside.”

“Oh we’re taking things outside now?”

“You got me all dressed up, I’m not wasting those outfit.”

“Fine, to the club we go.”

We all made our way out of her apartment. The Gotham streets were surprisingly empty tonight. We listened to Tabitha babble about how annoying her older brother was. And honestly I’m glad I’ve never had to meet him, he sounds miserable. When we made it to the club, the bouncer stood outside. I gave Y/N a knowing look. I watched as she approached the man, I had to admit, she flirted pretty effortlessly. I don’t know why I was surprised. And as she kissed him, Tabitha and I snuck past into the club.

“That worked better than I thought.” I smirked.

“She’s gonna hate you for that you know? Man wasn’t really her type.”

“Not if I pay for drinks tonight.”

“Smart move.”

I hid behind Tabitha as Y/N came toward me. She chuckled at my action.

“Don’t worry Kitten, I’m giving you a free pass this once. But pick a stupid dare like that again and I’ll stab you.”

I grabbed some shots for the girls and awaited the dare that was sure to punish me.

“Maggie, I dare you to start a bar fight.”

My eyes widened.

“What did I ever do to the two of you that you hate me so much?” I grumbled.

“Aww sweetheart, we don’t hate you. You just unfortunately befriended two sadists. You’re mistake really.” Tabitha jeered.

I scanned the crowd, trying my best to pick someone that wouldn’t be able to do too much damage. Did Y/N really want to get kicked out already? This was Gotham, half these club goers probably snuck some sort of weapon in here.

“Stop stalling.” Y/N warned.

“I’m not stalling, I’m being analytical. Can’t continue this game if I’m dead.”

Tabitha spun me around, and pointed.

“How about him.”

She pushed me forward before I could even protest. I glared back at the two of them, but smiled to myself when I realised this might actually be fun. I called out a random name, making myself sound drunker than I actually was. The guy looked at me confused but understood I was trying to talk to him. I took note of the girl dancing close to him, and could see they Ken’s each other.

“I can’t believe you could do that to me, you bastard. How could you cheat on me with my own sister!” I lied.

Before he could even open his mouth, I slapped him across the face as hard as I could. It was kind of satisfying, I couldn’t lie. Then just as planned, the girl next to him stopped dancing and turned to him.

“You lying man whore, you told me you were single!” She shoved him back, pushing him into another unsuspecting crowd goer.

And the dominos fell into place. I shrunk back, slinking back over to we’re my two friends stood with giant smiles plastered on their faces.

“Nicely done”. Y/N complimented.

“I honestly thought you would chicken out.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence Tabs, really feeling the love.”

I placed my hand over my heart, offended.

“We should probably get out of here, before the security realises who started this.”

But it was too late. I heard footsteps approaching and I grabbed Tabitha’s hand, running with her out of the club. We squeezed through bodies and dodge rogue punches being thrown. And I left Y/N in our wake to deal with the consequences. She thrived in chaos, so I really didn’t feel that bad. I mean this was the outcome of her dare after all. As we ran into the ally, I stopped to catch my breath. I let out a chuckle, holding my side in pain from how hard I was laughing.

“You two are gonna be the death of me.”

Tabitha laughed along with me.

“I can’t believe you left her back there!”

“What, she can handle herself. Nobody in that place stood a chance, even if she’s drunk.”

I flinched when I heard a gunshot go off. But I knew who it belonged to. Shit really just got real.

“Should we run before she makes it outside?”

“Definitely!”

This time Tabitha dragged me after her. She had much more experience in running away from and angry Y/N, and neither of us felt like getting shit this evening. I cursed under my breath when I heard the familiar sound of the police siren, coming towards us. I slammed Tabitha into the wall and pulled her into another heated kiss, hoping the car would just pass us.

“Maggie?” A voice called.

I cursed under my breath.

“Hi Harvey, fancy seeing you here.”

When I turned around I wasn’t surprised to see Jim getting out of the car as well.

“Umm, this is Tabitha, not sure if you guys have met.” I introduced awkwardly.

“We have, she’s been in handcuffs many times.” Jim deadpanned.

“Interesting…”

“Are you dru-“

We were all cut off by the click of a gun. Harvey and Jim were quick to draw theirs and aim it at the assailant. Tabitha armed herself with her whip and I just stood there unphased, not bothering to turn around.

“Nk, no. Why would I be drunk?”

“Maggie you do realise Oswald’s but woman is currently pointing a gun at your head right?” Harvey cut in.

“Is she now? That’s fascinating.”

“Did you drug her?” Jim accused Tabitha.

She simply shot him a glare.

“Why the hell would I do that?”

“We’ll first she’s hanging out with you of all people, and secondly, she is far too calm right now.”

“She’s not gonna shoot me silly.” I giggled.

Harvey looked at me like I just drop kicked a baby.

“Did you hit your head?” He asked, concern lacing his tone.

“Yes, did you Maggie? Cause you sound far to confident right now.” Y/N warned.

Another gun click was heard.

“Gilzean? What are you doing here?” Jim asked.

“Drop the gun, both of you!” Harvey started to sound annoyed.

I smiled as Butch pointed his gun at Y/N. So he did receive my text.

“Just came to get my girl. Hello Maggie.”

I wiggled my fingers in a little wave. I have Tabitha a quick kiss on the cheek and pushed her towards him. She almost instantly leaned into his side. Yet once again we were interrupted by another gun joining the party.

“Don’t make me brainwash you again Butch, or this time I’ll make it the couples special” victors cold voice threatened.

“Put the gun down Zsasz!” Jim command.

I had to admit, his authoritative tone was getting me a bit excited in my half drunken state.

“What are you doing here Victor, I thought you were out of town”. Y/N questioned coldly, not even turning to look at him.

“A little birdie told me you needed my help.”

He turned his eyes to me, and it’s seemed so did everyone else’s in that ally.

“Hi Vic.” I fidgeted with my fingers, not bothering to make eye contact with anyone.

“I’m going to shoot you twice!” Y/N seethed.

“We’ll that’s a lame threat, it’s not like the second shot is gonna magically hurt more.”

I’d finally turned around to meet Y/N’s fierce gaze.

“Yeah sweetness, I’m gonna have to agree with the kid, you can do better than that.”

Without hesitation, she turned her gun to the bald hitman. Effectively cutting out the chain and allowing Butch and Tabitha to slink away.

“Have fun you two!” I shouted after them as they left.

“Should we stop them?” Harvey whispered to Jim.

“You should probably take cover actually” I advised.

Bullets we’re quickly being shot off as the couple fought like old times, just like I had planned. I knew Vic would come when I texted him. And I knew Y/N would be too stubborn to let him walk away unscathed. Jim had pulled me with him to hide behind the cover of the cop car.

“What the hell is going on here?”

“Well Mommy and Daddy were giving each other the silent treatment so I made them talk.” I explained.

I giggled when both boys stared at me with wide eyes. Harvey’s mouth kept opening like he was trying to say something, but he couldn’t bring himself to actually speak a coherent sentence. I stood up from behind the car to check to see how things were going.

“Maggie what are you-“

I cut him off by sneaking out from behind the car. The gun shots had stopped but nobody was dumb enough to think that meant the fighting has stopped. They’d simply run out of bullets. Y/N had Victor pinned against the wall, stuck in a choke hold. But he was still looking at her her like she was the most precious thing in the world. I put a finger on my lip telling him to remain quiet.

I snuck up behind Y/N and with one swift motion I stole the knife from her grater. I held it up in the air in triumph.

“Ha, I win!” I shouted.

Y/N turned to me me comically slow, eye practically twitching. I quickly tucked the knife into the cleavage between my corset. Carful not to cut my skin, at least not too deeply.

“Nice outfit Maggie.” Victor complimented.

He had no idea what was going on, but he was beyond amused anyways.

“I’m just gonna let you two work this out.”

I gestured between them, before running off and crawling into the back seat of the cop car. Jim hopped into the passenger seat and Harvey got in the drivers seat.

“They may be out of bullets but I would still drive if I were you.”

When we were far enough away that we were sure neither of the assassins would fallow, Jim turned to look at me. I could tell it was the first time that evening that he was really noticing my outfit, his eyes trailed over my body in a frantic way. But he quickly shook the thought out of his head.

“Mind explaining what the hell is actually going on. I thought I told you to stop hanging out with Y/N, she’s bad news.”

I let out a vicious cackle.

“Told me, who died and made you king?”

“I could always throw you in jail, public intoxication, and we did just witness you steal that knife. Right Harvey?”

“That is true.”

“Ooo, handcuffs and a free trip to the integration room with you Jimmy, don’t threaten me with a good time.”

Harvey slammed on the breaks and turned around to look at me.

“No, absolutely jot. If you two are gonna start flirting you’re both walking back to the station.”

I held up my hands in mock surrender.

“Either way you’re not gonna get me to talk boys. What happens on girls night, stays between us girls. Thems the rules, I don’t wanna find out what happens if I break em.”

The rest of the ride back to the station was silent.

An: omg was this so much fun to write. Jim has no idea what he got himself into. And poor Harvey is starting to see his favourite citizen is falling to the dark side. He would be Devastated if he lost “one of the good ones” thanks for the idea @keffirinne hope it was worth the wait! Maggie was really the definition of bi panic at the start there.

Tag: @flaysthings @howl-fantasies

#gotham #gotham oc #magnolia blossom #gotham imagine #maggie #victor zsasz gotham #victor zsasz imagine #y/n zsasz #girls day #girls night #jim gordon x reader #jim gordan #harvey bullock #gcpd #tabitha galavan #butch gilzean #bi panic

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