#but older sibling habits die hard

[lets-try-some-writing]

Hello!

I just want to say that I have no idea how I even came up with this but I’ll like to have your thoughts and opinions on it. Thank for listening.

So here it is: Primus or the other Original Primes possesses Optimus.

Like when it was discovered that the Earth was Unicron and the Team had to find a way to stop him for awakening, Primus or The Primes grind out what Optimus was gonna do and were like “NOPE! NOT GONNA LET OUT SON/LITTLE BROTHER DO THIS!” And like possesses him through the Matrix.

The Matrix was used to communicate to the Primus and The Primes, so why not it like do something like this too just for kicks.

Examples Include: Big Sister Solus possessing her little brother from doing something dangerous while she and Wheeljack create this big hammer to just knock Unicron out. I feel like Solus and Wheeljack would be like the bestest friends.

And that’s all. I’ll like to have your thoughts on this. Thank you and I hope you have a great day!

This is literally one of the best ideas ever, so thank you for gifting me with it. Now excuse me while I write until my fingers hurt.

Guardian Angels

The Matrix is ancient and capable of not just forging Primes, but connecting the Primes of old to the current one. Primus himself was too old and far too out of touch to interact with his chosen, so the burden fell to the Primes long since gone from the living realm. Of course they were largely limited in their ability to intervene, only capable of whispering knowledge and wisdom during times of need in the beginning.

During the height of the war there were moments were Optimus found his attacks guided by grace he knew not to be his own, however those were few and far between, often coming when times were dire. Aside from those small moments, the Primes that resided within their realm kept out of the affairs of the living, only soothing and guiding gently when required for the sake of their brother. However upon Optimus's arrival to earth and the subsequent issues that came from that, they became more active.

Even then as a general rule they tried to not act, but there were just some cases where they couldn't help it.

The scraplet incident that ended with Optimus and Arcee stuck in the Arctic led to Prima temporarily taking partial control of the frame of his younger brother. It wasn't much, but with Prima's touch Optimus's frame was kept from sustaining serious damage until help could arrive. During that time he did nothing but mutter assurances to his freezing brother, doing his best to distract Optimus from the chill that froze the energon in his fuel lines.

The moments where the human children were in harms way often ended with Onyx taking up a place beside Optimus when it came to control. They worked together, often with Optimus not even realizing it to get the children away from Decepticon attackers. It wasn't obvious to others, but the way in which Optimus moved and his heightened senses when Onyx offered his aid spoke loud enough for anyone looking carefully to note something was off.

Solus made her appearance whenever there was a particular threat to Optimus that he was ignoring. Unlike her brothers, she was not gentle when she took control, often ripping it away from Optimus to get him away from whatever near lethal situation he was marching into with that stoic resolve she both loved and hated. Usually this meant having the team retreat, but when pressed she was not afraid to pick up the nearest hammer shaped object to beat the scrap out of whatever the threat was on her brother's behalf.

The other Primes occasionally gave their input or offered their assistance when something caught there interest, but it was never as often as Prima and Solus. Quintus was fond of making himself known whenever Optimus studied the happening and creatures of Earth. He worked alongside Optimus as a second mind, increasing Optimus's processing speed drastically when studying that particular subject matter. Micronus offered light hearted commentary now and then, sometimes taking partial control to lessen the tension around base with a joke that fit well enough with Optimus's personality to not seem too out of the ordinary. Liege didn't do too much largely because the other Primes did not allow it, but when he was offered an opportunity, he helped Optimus see through lies and spin half truths of his own for his team when required.

Optimus for his part allowed the possession without complaint. It was odd at first and rather jarring when Solus stripped control from him, but the Primes were his siblings. They protected him and guided him, even going so far as to take upon themselves some of his pains when it became too much. Sometimes he would even willingly offer them full control of his frame so that he could mentally rest while they kept things in order. While it was never stated outright, the team and most of the Autobots were well aware that whatever else was living in the Matrix sometimes made an appearance but "it's fine, Optimus will come back soon enough".

Of course this rather rare event of the Primes taking control was completely thrown out the window after Unicron began to wake. At that point they watched on in horror as Optimus stood against he avatars of the Unmaker himself and then rushed to his aid the moment the avatar took a swing at him. Their combined wrath led to all of them scrambling for control, each trying to lash out and fill Optimus with what power they could before Megatron launched his attack and eliminated the avatar.

Megatron offered his aid, but by that point all the Primes were in such distress that Optimus was shoved back until Prima could wrestle his way to the front and take control.

Megatron: His blood flows through my veins! I can lead you to him!

Optimus/Prima: You would lead us there, but how can we be certain you will not betray us?

Megatron: You want to save this world and I wish to rule it. Neither of us will get what we want if Unicron wakes. So until this common threat is annihilated, does it not make sense to combine our strength?

Optimus/Prima: ... You will guide us, but we will see to the success of this mission.

Upon returning to base the Primes kept up their control for a while before Optimus made his displeasure known. None wanted to back off, but Optimus was there brother, and so they adhered to his wishes thinking he had a plan. He most certainly did have a plan, one that the moment they deciphered what it was led to Solus putting her pede down and refusing to let it be.

It took a moment, but as soon as Optimus began offering the key to vector sigma to Jack, Solus snatched control away and shoved the key right back where it belonged. The team were startled, the children were concerned, and Megatron was left in complete confusion as Solus put her hands on her hips and loudly proclaimed her beliefs.

Optimus/Solus: No! We are not doing this!

Megatron: Don't tell me you are backing out now Prime.

Optimus/Solus: Not at all, but I will not allow my dear brother to go forward with his foolish plan. We have fought the Unmaker before with blade and blaster, there is no need for him to risk it all in this manner.

Bulkhead: Optimus, are you alright-?

Optimus/Solus: Oh, he's not here right now. Don't worry though, I am just as competent.

There was little for the team to do as Solus marched over to Ratchet' workspace and forged herself a hammer from what materials she had available. All the while Megatron and the team watched on in ever growing confusion as she finished and waved it triumphantly. The team didn't stop her when she took those able to fight down into Earth's core, nor did they stop her when she took a wild swing at Megatron the moment they entered Unicron's spark chamber. The Warlord was sent sprawling, and with the collective aid of the rest of the Primes, she was able to use the power of the Primes and channel it through her makeshift hammer to once again seal the chaos god with yet another swing.

Not a spark knew what to do when standing proudly was Optimus Prime, or rather whoever was inhabiting his body with a hammer that really shouldn't have been able to do half the scrap it had. Megatron didn't even bother trying to pick a fight and booked it. The team simply stared for a while until Optimus dropped like a box of rocks and came back to awareness groggy and exhausted muttering something about "Solus" and "his plan being totally viable".

Questions were forced to wait as Optimus recharged for a solid week afterwards and was too exhausted to think right for nearly an additional week after the matter.

#maccadam #transformers #transformers prime #optimus prime #team prime #megatron #the thirteen primes #possession #the ghostly primes are bored and want to help their baby brother out #he may be an adult #but older sibling habits die hard

[divine-misfortune]

Quint ghouls quint ghouls quint ghouls !!

I've been meaning to do these designs for a while @wrathofrats and I have been talking about all of the older ghouls for a long ass time we've been thinking so hard on them.

Ghoul thoughts below the cut :)

Ps: pls ask me abt my old ghoul lore I'll die for u

Omega

First quintessence ghoul. Has always been Papa's right hand man.

When not touring, he helped in the infirmary but after retirement took a much more hands on role there.

His magic is more attuned to healing than the others. Is the only one of them able to mend more than surface level injuries.

Warm, and soft voiced. Omega is an inviting and stable presence in the ministry. He is kind and patient, human enough in behavior the ministry allows him to speak publicly, to give interviews and speak to the adoring masses.

Delta

Initially a water ghoul, he was the first elemental transition. His transition was not authorized by the clergy, the timing just happened to be convenient.

Like the water ghouls before him, cursed by an element that refuses to be tamed, Delta was bound to reverting back to his base ghoulish nature. Turn feral, if you will. He sought about saving himself, but in turn damned himself to a new fate.

His vessel is not suited to harbor an element like quintessence, and as time went on, the unstable energy inside of him began to eat away at him. Mentally and physically, he was decaying. It changed him in a way nobody could have predicted.

Delta is cold and distant, more so than he ever was as a water ghoul. There is something deeply, deeply unsettling about him.

His magic is weak and a little unpredictable. Rarely allowed to be used on others, Omega makes sure he does not get too involved in the infirmary and its affairs.

Aether

Delta's replacement, one they found quickly and quietly. Aether just seemingly appeared one day, and with his arrival Delta practically went missing in action.

Terzo's first successful quintessence ghoul, something Aether is a bit prideful of. Also had a hand in summoning the rest of his pack.

Studied quite closely with Omega, but had an insatiable curiosity to explore their element more. A tad reckless with it at first, there were several siblings that seemingly disappeared after last being seen with Aether that the clergy scrubbed from their records.

Was fairly tightly wound when he was summoned but has since become much more approachable given time. His nature is quite loving, a very "others before himself" mentality. Charming, dangerously so. Older siblings tend to warn about the honey he speaks, but nobody believes someone as calming as Aether could ever truly be that bad.

His magic is an internal thing. Attuned closer to the brain than the body, sure he can heal but only surface level injuries for the most part. He's much better at tinkering around in your skull than anything.

Retired of his own volition.

Phantom

Newest quintessence ghoul.

Was the first ghoul Copia summoned without assistance.

Much smaller than the previous ghouls of his element, he compensates with a larg personality that is he's really just starting to settle into. Mostly sweet, a little naive. He's picking up his packs bad habits, mostly Dew's excessive use of the word 'fuck'.

Unlike those before him, Phantom's magic is hardly useful for things like healing. He can fix your headaches, but that's about it. Phantom's quintessence, while somewhat similar to Aether's, is mostly new to the clergy. Shadow magic. It's a little unstable, not like Delta's, more he's just unfamiliar with how to control it. Tends to get a little wispy around the edges because of it.

#my art #void rambles #nameless ghouls #omega ghoul #delta ghoul #aether ghoul #phantom ghoul #aeon ghoul #nameless ghouls fanart #the band ghost #ghost the band #the band ghost fanart #ghoul hcs #voided lore

[fanby-fckry]

Spider Family Immigration Headcanons:

(A lot of this is based off of stories from my grandfather about his experience as a Sicilian American immigrant – minus the mob stuff because my family never got involved in that shit when the Spiders canonically did)

They’re Sicilian because I said so

If not Sicilian, definitely Southern Italian

They moved when the twins were fairly young, 5 or 6 years old

Arackniss and the twins have a big age gap, and he spends the whole time protecting and comforting his little siblings

12 year old Arackniss giving grown men on the boat and Ellis Island The Sicilian Stare™️ if they so much as look at Angel or Molly funny

Holding them when they get homesick or seasick on the boat

Even though he’s homesick, too

Arackniss holds his breath when Angel and Molly get their inspections done because he’s afraid they’ll get sent back

But all 5 of them pass and get their papers

Everyone gets their names Americanized on their documents

Angel and Molly don’t really understand it, but Arackniss is pissed

That’s probably why so many of them chose new names after they died. Every spider has three names: one chosen by their parents, one chosen by Ellis Island staff, and one they chose for themself

Henroin learned some English before coming over to prepare to join the work force, but didn’t bother to teach his kids

The twins pick it up pretty quick since they’re so young

Arackniss struggles with it a lot more, and gets bullied in school

Their mom just never learns

They all speak Sicilian at home for the first few years, and eventually move to a mix of Sicilian and English (except for their mom)

Angel and Molly also pick up a lot of other Southern Italian dialects from other kids in school when the teachers aren’t paying attention

Henroin does not approve of this

Not because he wants them to focus on learning English or stay out of trouble, he’s just very set in his ways

They didn’t plan to start running mob opperations in the US, but money was tight and old habits die hard

So Henroin found some old contacts and got the gang back together

They sell moonshine during prohibition, run numbers, and when their operation grow, they get into arms dealing and extorting local businesses for protection money

The kids get recruited for a lot of it

Molly’s great for getting messages or small packages delivered because she’s a sweet innocent little girl and no one suspects her

When Angel gets older, he has way too much fun smashing shit when people are late on payments (vandalism is his passion)

Arackniss gets into a lot of fights at school because of the bullying, and because he throws hands with anyone who messes with his little siblings

When they’re old enough, Angel and Molly return the favor

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel headcanon #spider family hazbin hotel #angel dust #angel dust hazbin hotel #molly hazbin hotel #arackniss #arackniss hazbin hotel #henroin #henroin hazbin hotel #idk if that’s still his name but eh #fanby’s fuckery #fanby’s headcanons

[kokofromwattpad]

THE BELOVED SERVANT

Featuring: The Agriche Family

Plot: You have been working under the Agriches for all your life. The family held you on an extremely high pedestal of excellence. After all, you are their beloved servant.

Cw: yandere!Agriche family x GN!reader, ooc characters (obvi), unhealthy habits

A/N: I was re-reading 'The Way To Protect The Female Lead’s Older Brother' and this idea just kinda spawned from it.

LANTE AGRICHE:

Lante had originally hired your then pregnant mother to work for his family since she was one of the best and most submissive servants he's met. He also hired her because of the fact that she was pregnant, which meant that he would have another servant working under him for free. Since you grew up surrounded by insanity, blood, gore and death, you were quite used to it by the time you had turned 16. He decided that he would have you accompany him and son, Dion, on beast hunting whenever your schedule was open. You also went along just to get some practice in and build some muscle. He is forever surprised at how strong you are and kinda admires your strength and power.

SIERRA AGRICHE:

Sierra was very close with your mother and actually became best friends with even before you were born! She loved spending time with you and would spend hours upon hours speaking about you with you. Whenever you left her side, she felt a feeling of paranoia go ever her in waves, which gets stronger the longer you are away from her. When you would return to her, she would try and beg you to never leave her side again as she was worried that you would get hurt (even though you could take out a fully grown man with one punch in the jaw).

MARIA AGRICHE:

You were often ordered to help at Maria's many tea parties. The only reason why you did not die when you were younger for making any mistakes was because you had a cute round face that Maria just swooned at. She would sometimes even pinch your cheeks so hard that it would turn red and swollen. One time, when you made an accident by spilling some tea on the ground, your mother slapped you on the back of your head for doing that. Maria, having seen all of this, grew furious with your mother and banished her to forever live in the dungeons of the estate. Maria consoled you afterwards and even taught you how to maintain a better posture so that an accident like this would not happen again.

DION AGRICHE:

Dion and you grew up together, since the both of you were close in age and had similar hobbies and opinions. Dion always liked training with you and whenever you would beat him, he would always just smile and admit defeat with a kind grin on his face. Later, when he started going through puberty, he developed a massive crush on, but because he is just such a great actor, you never noticed or just didn't care to acknowledge it. One day, Dion ordered that you get dressed up in your finest clothes, and when you were done, he snapped a photo of you and placed it in a long golden locket he specially bought just for this.

GRIZELDA AGRICHE:

Grizelda has had a special attachment to you. She loves it when you do her hair in the mornings and trains with you in the afternoons. Whenever you were ordered to feed the beasts, she would stand in the corner and just admire you the whole time, she knew that you were strong enough to survive without her assistance. Grizelda sometimes makes you take walks with her by the greenhouses and the two of you just talk about anything and everything that there is to be spoken about.

ROXANA AGRICHE:

Roxana saw you as a figure of power and skill. She would watch as you would drag toys by their hair with one arm to the dungeons for one of her unnamed half siblings to play with. When the poisonous butterflies hatched, even though it caused her a lot of pain, she would always have at least one of them near you that she can keep updated on your whereabouts. When the two of you were younger, she loved it when every night, you pull up a chair and read her bedtime story so that she sleep better. After her brother died during the test, she would cling to you where ever you were to keep you safe and sound. Sometimes, when she was in a good mood, she would let you play and style her hair, it calmed her down and made her feel content.

JEREMY AGRICHE:

Jeremy actually picked up his cheekiness from you when he was still young and impressionable. No matter where you are, Jeremy can and will find you. He is always clinging onto your arm while you do your everyday tasks. Whenever you go beast hunting with his father and older brother, he would always cry and beg that you wouldn't go so that you could stay with him. But when Dion forcefully places you on your horse, he is cursing at his brother like he is in a bar fight. Once you arrive back with your winnings, he praises you and your skill and beg you to teach him so that he can become strong just like you, his role-model.

CHARLOTTE AGRICHE:

Charlotte is an attention hog, even more that Jeremy if that's possible. She loves watching you drag toys as if they don't weigh anything. To put it simple, you're her torture buddy. When the new toy went to her older sister instead of her, she went crying to you while you were sleeping to try and gain your sympathy. You honestly just comforted her so that she could let you sleep in peace. Whenever you show off even an ounce of her strength, she claims you as hers and will comment stuff like, 'That's my assistant!'

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#The Way To Protect The Female Lead’s Older Brother #twtptflob #Agriche #lante #lante agriche #lante agriche x reader #sierra #sierra agriche #sierra agriche x reader #maria #maria agriche #maria agriche x reader #dion #dion agriche #dion agriche x reader #grizelda #grizelda agriche #grizelda agriche x reader #roxana #roxana agriche #roxana agriche x reader #jeremy #jeremy agriche #jeremy agriche x reader #charlotte #charlotte agriche #charlotte agriche x reader #yandere #twtptflob x reader #yandere family x reader

[dandylovesturtles]

For @thecaptainstevie , Future Leo & Present Leo, trick

Doing it this way so I can keep the ask in my inbox in case I want to do any of the others later. Some of these are duos that other people have asked for, though, so I'll probably answer those and circle back to this if I have another idea.

I did see this prompt though and knew what I wanted to do. I don't think I've seen this particular twist on the Future Leo/Present Leo relationship, or at least haven't seen it very often.

CWs: sibling death (mentioned), discussion of the bad future timeline

Enjoy!

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Leo's in the sewer tunnel by the wall, leaning forward so his shell doesn't touch, scrolling through his phone. Leonardo can't see what he's looking at from here, but it's probably Instagram, based on what he remembers.

He clears his throat a little awkwardly. Leans on his crutch and waits to be acknowledged. The still-healing wound in his side throbs, but he doesn't like how foggy the painkillers make him so he doesn't bother.

Leo's got his own crutches and his own wounds that Leonardo hopes he's taking medicine for, but Leo doesn't want to listen to him, so he doesn't bring it up.

Leo sighs dramatically, eyes not moving from his phone screen. "You're really bad at taking hints."

"I'm really good at ignoring hints," Leonardo rebuffs. He doesn't go any closer. "Come on, April's here and she brought Chinese."

"They couldn't just text me that?"

"I wanted to come talk to you."

Leo scowls and scrolls through his phone with more fervor. Leonardo rubs the back of his neck. Geez, why is this so hard...

"I know you want me out of your hair," he pauses for Leo to point out that they're bald, but he does not, so Leonardo continues, "but I'm stuck here until this wound heals. The least we can do is pretend to like each other. For everyone else's sakes."

"I already promised Raph that I wouldn't pick fights with you," said Leo with a petulant tone. "It'd be easier if you wouldn't come bug me."

Leonardo sighs. Maybe he should just drop it here, but every time he thinks maybe Leo will warm up to him, the temperature gets chillier.

"...Can I just ask why you hate me?"

Leo stops scrolling. He's quiet for so long Leonardo thinks he should just leave, but finally Leo speaks.

"From how Casey tells it... you were incredible. The greatest ninja to ever live. I didn't know how I could live up to that." Leo finally looks at him, and his expression is distinctly unimpressed. "Now you're here. Just a sad old man with nothing left."

Leonardo tries to let it slide off him. Like always, he pulls for a joke, a habit that he's never grown out of. "Okay, sad, I'll give you, but old? Splinter's older than me."

Leo doesn't laugh. He just regards Leonardo coolly and says, "Mikey died opening the time portal."

It's not a question, but Leonardo answers anyway. "Yes."

"Because you asked him to."

It rubs at a nerve still exposed. "I had to. He knew the plan, we talked about it before-"

"It was still your decision." Leo straightens as high as he can, even on the ground, even with his cracked shell and injured limbs. "You ordered Mikey to die."

Leonardo can't say anything to do that.

Leo grabs his crutch and pushes himself to his feet. He's angry; Leonardo can tell from the set of his shoulders and the fire in his eyes.

"How many others died from your decisions, huh? Donnie? Raph? April?"

Every name is a stab to Leonardo's heart. He's silent, doesn't bother to defend himself, doesn't bother to explain because what does it matter? They're all dead, Leo's not wrong there.

He's not going to use their sacrifices to win some kind of argument.

It's not satisfying to Leo, though. He squints up at Leonardo's face, challenging, like he wants Leonardo to push back, prove him wrong, and Leonardo leaves him wanting.

"...You're a failure," says Leo finally.

Leonardo looks down at him, and smiles sadly. "And you're a hero."

Leo scoffs. Swings his crutch to maneuver past Leonardo and back down the tunnel.

"My little brother died to send me a message, and I almost got everyone killed again anyway." He gives his head a shake. "Some hero."

He's retreating now. Leonardo fumbles, says, "Leo-" and Leo raises a hand in dismissal.

"Don't worry, old man. I'll smile for everyone else."

Then he's gone around the bend ahead.

Leonardo sighs, and follows him back.

#rottmnt #rise leonardo #future leo #cw sibling death #mentioned #dandy trick or treat #LITERALLY FORGOT THE TAG ON THE VERY FIRST ONE #this is going great

[fnaf-enthusiast]

FNaF SL general headcanons

I headcanon Ennard as his own being in this one but can also write him as a mixture of everyone.

Ennard

They just watch and don't know how to interact with anyone, sometimes he talks to Lolbit but that's rare

He is pretty shy actually

Steals a lot of random stuff from guests, doesn't even matter what they have they will try to get it

Drinks a lot of energy drinks and is everytime disappointed it doesn't give him more energy

Circus Baby

She's very sozial but sometimes she doesn't even leave her stage, she can be moody

Can be sassy but also knows when to stop it

Of course she loves cake and ice cream, old habits die hard

Tends to steal the bracelets of gueast and wears them when alone

She hangs a lot around Foxy and gossip with them

Ballora & Minireena

A true mother, always calm but once mad everyone runs

She cares for the Minireenas like they are her children

Scolds them when they steal stuff from the guests or cause chaos once again

She loves to drink strawberry and vanilla tea, especially in winter

Funtime Foxy

He is a very outgoing animatronic

Doesn't matter who it is they can be friends with them

They get quickly mad when someone messes with their stage though

Loves to drink juice but he needs it to look fancy

Collects all kinds of bows and other accessories but never really wears them

Funtime Freddy & Bon-Bon

Extroverted as fuck dude

Bon-Bon is the only thing holding him back from talking 24/7

He acts with Bon-Bon like a older sibling

Loves candies of all kinds, but mostly the both of them like fruity ones

Loves pranks no matter who is getting pranked

Lolbit

Is really playful but has no idea how a normal conversation works

Loves to prank the other animatronics by fucking with their tech or by playing meme sounds

They are Foxy's sibling but have a wierd relationship, they like Foxy and love to annoy them but Foxy seemingly hates them, but they don't care about that

Bonnet

She tends to daydream a lot and is very sozial

She's got deep insecurities tho but makes up for that through talking with others

Bon-Bon and her act like siblings but won't always talk with each other

She's got at least a dozen hairbands from the guests/night guards and sometimes she binds them around her ears

#FNaF #fnaf sl #fnaf x reader #Circus baby #funtime freddy #funtime foxy #lolbit #ennard #bonbon #bonnet #minireena #ballora

[bluesyjean]

TUA hot takes for 'Seven Bells':

The opening with Luther's time on the moon is the standout of the season for him. Love love love that they went deeper into what all those years were like for him. Luther got so much crap for talking about the moon too much, but it was legitimately traumatizing and I'm all for the reminder. Your moon trauma is valid, Luther. Also showcases some of his best acting, please let him be something other than an oaf way more often it's so much more interesting. (Also was extremely into his scene with Reggie at the end and the shock of what happens to Luther. It's Really Great and terrible and I love that they went there. Reggie is on fire this entire episode and I will talk about him more.)

You can be whatever about the Klaus/Ben implications, but it doesn't take away from the fact that Sparrow!Ben finally started getting a personality in these last episodes. I don't ship the siblings but I was happy they were sharing the screen again.

Reggie's response to Viktor saying "Jesus" when he looks out at the incoming apocalypse: "He's due any minute now" is one of my favorite things Reggie has ever said. Colm Feore is a treasure.

Speaking of: the scene with Five and Reggie talking at the edge of the world is So Good. I use this scene in my tumblr layout for a reason. I love this entire exchange; the fascinating dynamic unique to these two characters, how every line has layers of meaning. Reggie calling Five an 'arrogant son of a bitch'. Five's trademark razor smile. I could go on, it's my absolute favorite moment of the season and I could watch it one hundred more times and still find more things to say about them.

I will never get over Five eating cereal an entire box at a time. The little hints at his eating habits have always been consistently weird, what are you.

The way they shot Klaus' final moments in the White Buffalo suite and it fades to white instead of black. The visuals are stunning, it looks like a painting and it will be burned into my memory forever.

The end of s3 was really stellar. Started off strong with 'Footloose' and lost its way for a few episodes, but I was so into this evil hotel situation with the backdrop of the world ending. Once they got back to the core characters it reminded me of all that I love about the show.

...Even if I was a little WTF about 'should we die or not let's take a vote' but I give it a pass. It's this family's nature to disagree, why would that change when they're wondering if they should save the world? (Sidebar: older!Five seriously screwed with Five's head. He's so stuck on himself telling him not to save the world/always being right that he can't move past it.) Allison should not have had to try this hard to get them on board.

#tua #tuamre #five hargreeves #luther hargreeves #allison hargreeves #viktor hargreeves #reginald hargreeves #tua s3 #tua hot takes #oops I keep having more to say #love him or hate him you have to admit reggie is a great character (the correct answer is love to hate him) #hilarious how the series started with his death and he just keeps going #this is what I was here for

[swag696942069]

Give me brat Regulus Black!

But not necessarily in the smexual way.

Give me Regulus who isn't used to being told no so when he is, hes mean, and throws a fit!

Give me Regulus who, with one look, can get anyone, especially his brother, to do anything he wants!

Give me Regulus who will litteraly stomp his foot and pout if things don't go in his favor!

Give me Regulus who will litteraly just go up to his brother and say he wants something, a new book, clothes, something bad done to his enemies, etc, and Sirius might rolls his eyes but do it none the less.

Give me Regulus who, is frustrated when the person he likes doesn't seem to like him back (can be anyone, James, Barty, Remus, ect) (and they do like him back they're just more subtle than him) and will just complain, and complain to his friends and Narcissa and try to demand they do something about it, and when they say there's nothing they can do (cause obvi, you can't force someone to like you, even if you are Regulus Black) he will cross his arms, pout, and turn away.

Give me Regulus who acts all sweet and innocent to try and get what he wants, but the second hes told no, he becomes this, vemon spitting, insult throwing, evil little devil who will stop at nothing to let you know how horrible he thinks you are (he usually has to be physically dragged away by his friends/Sirius/partner)

Give me Regulus who, everyone knows not to say no to, cause if they do, not only will they have to face his tantrums, they'll also have to face his over protective older brother. And in some extreme cases, even his parents and cousins.

Give me Regulus who, even his teachers, hardly ever say no to. His teachers are about the only ones who don't have to deal with Regulus's tantrums when they tell him no, he just makes it everyone else's problem. But they still hardly ever say no to him cause, one, they've seen how he is when other people tell him no and they don't want that directed at them, and two, like I said, Regulus is really sweet and innocent seeming when hes not throwing a fit and they don't want to see that change. I bet Regulus was always "a pleasure to have in class" lol.

Give me Regulus who, upon meeting Sirius's friends, determined how he was going to act towards them with a single glance, and now they never know piece, because Regulus decided that, since Sirius spoke, oh so highly of them, then they must be just fine with doing as Regulus says.

Give me Regulus who, as a child, whenever he told Sirius to do something and he wouldn't, would purposely burst into tears when he knew his parents were looking just so Sirius would get in trouble and he'd get what he wanted. (Maybe this one is too far...) (Let's pretend their parents weren't crazy abvsive) (Not physically at least...)

Regulus was the youngest out of, not only his siblings (he only has the one), but also his cousins. This man doesn't know the meaning of the word no.

We all say Regulus is the "favorite" so let's play into that!

I wouldn't say I'm the favorite, but I am the only girl so I'm used to getting what I want. And when I don't, I get really f-ing confused and rain hell fire! (And listening I know that's bad but old habits die hard, I'm trying really hard not to do that anymore)

Maybe I'm just projecting....

Oh well!

Who cares?

Certainly not me!

#brat regulus black #regulus black #marauders headcanon #headcanon #please i need this in my life #james potter #sirius black #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #mary macdonald #pandora rosier #lily evans #dorcas meadowes #marlene mckinnon #based on me #this got away from me #lol #oh well

[ch3rryknots]

live fast, die young | carlos sainz | :･ﾟ☆

carlos x leclerc!oc | angst | non-racing au | ft. leclerc brothers

i was born to live fast, die young—leave a beautiful corpse, live my life on the run

quick briefing…! ages: arthur- 17, oc- 19, charles & carlos- 22 and the legal drinking age in monaco is 18, i suppose that’s the setting. [ it’s not majorly important ] details aren’t accurate. 4.5k words

summary…! tired of wasting her weekends away, solène managed to persuade her brother arthur to join her in sneaking out. the accompaniment of her older brother charles and his best friend carlos initially seemed like a good idea, until you factor in that solène has harbored a crush on carlos for as far back as she could remember…

solène's fingers traced the textured surface of arthur's bedspread, her body sprawled belly down as she carefully highlighted key words in her notebook. the soft glow of the desk lamp cast a warm hue across the room, and even though there was no upcoming exam or pending homework, they chose to study.

weekends meant freedom from assignments, but they had made a habit of creating flash cards together, studying until dawn, and waking up at noon with crinkled papers beneath them. this night appeared to be following the same pattern as the others.

“arthur,” solène clicked the cap of her highlighter, lifting her gaze to him at his desk, “do you ever feel… i don’t know, sad? when we spend our saturday nights doing homework?”

arthur's brows furrowed, pondering her question before responding. "sad? mmm, not really." he said, seemingly unaffected as his eyes returned to the textbook.

shoulders slumped, solène let out a soft sigh, "okay, not sad. i guess what i meant was, doesn't it feel a bit humiliating always being at home, doing these made-up assignments?"

turning to face her, arthur offered a half-hearted shrug, "well, yeah, kinda. but this is what we've always done. it's why we get good grades."

“true.” solène chuckled lightly. it wasn't a joke; they were practically each other's only friends, and they were siblings. she wondered aloud, "is it worth sacrificing our social lives for grades?"

arthur continued reading, unfazed. seeing his indifference, she quickly shut her notebook and sat up, hesitating for a moment before proposing, "arthur, let's do something we've never done before. something crazy."

he looked at her skeptically, “like what…”

"i don't know," she replied with a shrug, but he could visibly see a new thought form. she then asked, "what would charles do?"

arthur's eyes widened in surprise. never did he expect her to consider following their older brother's lead. he was completely perplexed, "solène, what are you thinking?"

"well, i think i'm a little jealous of him," she confessed, "he does things i wish i had the courage to do."

arthur frowned, concerned, "but charles doesn't really have anything going for him... we do."

solène shrugged again, "he’ll figure things out eventually. at least he has fun... but, us, we're always living for the future. it’s tiring, arthur."

"i know."

their older brother charles had always lived life in complete contrast to them. school never interested him, and he had developed a routine of skipping classes, despite their parents' hard work to pay for all three children's college tuitions simultaneously.

it was not uncommon for him to be escorted home in the back of a police car, given stern warnings for his reckless escapades around the city. it baffled arthur and solène that their parents seemed to favor charles, overlooking the stress he single-handedly caused them.

arthur and solène had come up with a grand plan to sneak out tonight. as soon as the clock hit midnight, they hurried down to the kitchen. it may have been arthur's nerves, but he was overly thrilled to be doing something so "risky," as he put it.

arthur accidentally banged the cabinet while stuffing pop tarts into his backpack. solène pointed her flashlight at him and whisper-yelled a loud "shhh!" he retorted with a quick "you shush!" soon enough, they were shushing each other back-and-forth, too loud to hear the approaching footsteps.

the kitchen light suddenly flicked on, and both arthur and solène froze. with eyes closed, arthur pleaded, "mom, don't get me in trouble, it was all solène! please! i was tricked!"

solèle slapped his arm, “you dumbass! it’s only charles and carlos. you literally suck so bad—why would you blame it on me?!”

carlos laughed, and solène couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed. maybe her reaction was too much. does she seem too immature??

"oh. charles," arthur pleaded, his expression convincingly innocent, "can we go with you guys, wherever you're going tonight?"

charles chuckled and shook his head. "no."

arthur frowned and asked, "what? why not?"

picking up his keys, charles responded, "because i just saw how quickly you snitched on sol. i wouldn't be surprised if you called the cops on us or something."

arthur gave an offended expression, “i would never! come on charles, just let us come?”

meanwhile, solène found herself utterly entranced by carlos, her eyes fixated on his dark espresso hair, aching to run her fingers through its strands. the overwhelming desire she felt for him left her with a delicious sickness, an intoxication. he seemed to consume her entire being, and she reveled in the hold he had over her.

"solène, tell arthur i said no. he doesn't seem to understand when i say it." charles said, rolling his eyes.

solène shifted her gaze to charles and softly smiled, trying her luck, "charles, could we go? please..." even though she wasn't looking at him, she could feel carlos' surprised eyes on her, studying her features. she felt most beautiful when he looked at her.

charles let out a sigh, "oh my god, you too? no! carlos, let's just go."

carlos paused, curious, “hold on, why do they want to go so bad?”

"solène and i just want to have some fun for once." arthur explained, pleading again, “carlos, please convince him.”

carlos glanced at solène, and asked, "so, no studying, no textbooks, just fun tonight?"

she gently nodded, her heart pounding.

carlos gave her an intrigued look, then turned to charles, "maybe they can come, but only if they're up for anything."

"we are! we are!" arthur chimed in.

charles rolled his eyes, looking at carlos, "mate, what are you talking about?"

carlos shrugged, "come on, we didn't have any plans yet. maybe this could lead to something fun. let solène and your brother come."

solène and your brother… the way her name sounded coming off his spanish tongue was so savorous. the fact that she was related to charles as well, but carlos separated her from them, was enough of her carlos-fix for the rest of her life.

charles rubbed his forehead, contemplating, before he finally relented, "fine, let's go then. you two can sit in the back."

charles raced through the blurred city lights with carlos in the passenger seat, while arthur and solène exchanged nervous glances in the back. they realized they had no clue what charles did on his nights out, and their wild imaginations ranged from strange to potentially illegal.

carlos grabbed a label-less water bottle from the cup holder and took a sip before passing it back to solène without looking. their fingers briefly touched, leaving her feeling dizzy, lightheaded even. she was undeniably in love with him, at a gut-wrenching level.

it was cruel he didn't react to her touch and simply let go to adjust the radio for a clearer station.

solène stole a quick glance at arthur, sensing his suspicions, but he turned away, sparing her from any embarrassment. she raised the bottle to her lips, and her mind teased her about how it was once against carlos's lips. carlos's lips that seemed to call out to her, yearn for her, crave to mend with hers beyond the bounds of time. or, at least, that's what she told herself.

solène took a big gulp of the liquor, following it with an even bigger one, trying to push her thoughts away. charles, in the driver's seat, glanced into the mirror and spoke, "solène, not too much. actually, please give it back to carlos. i don’t want you drinking too much."

rolling her eyes, she replied, "i’m literally old enough to drink.”

"you’re barely old enough." charles retorted.

arthur quickly scooted low in his chair, hiding from charles' view as he snagged a couple of sips from the bottle before passing it back to solène. she handed it to carlos, feeling completely foolish when he gave her a sympathetic smile.

finally with a clear radio station playing, charles rolled down all the windows, including the sunroof.

the music, the cool breeze, and perhaps the effects of the alcohol all combined to shift something inside solène. she impulsively unbuckled her seatbelt and rose through the sunroof, letting her hair twirl in the wind. despite charles shouting at her to sit properly, she closed her eyes and drowned out his words.

she allowed her mind to wander, contemplating where she saw herself in a couple of years. the thought of moving out of her mom's house, possibly transferring schools, and studying abroad came up.

as charles made a left turn, solène felt herself stumble slightly to the right. a hand gently hooked around her thigh, not scandalously high, but the touch felt secretive, almost intimate. glancing down, she saw carlos' left hand holding her securely. in the moonlight, she thought she detected a slight flush on his cheeks, but the dim light left her unsure.

breaking eye contact, carlos released his hold, leaving only a faint ghost of his touch. she observed his course eyelashes flutter as he focused forward, clearly resisting the urge to look back at her. she sighed, closed her eyes, and welcomed the wind once again, allowing her thoughts to drift back to her future.

she wanted to wake up in the mornings, head to the bathroom, and see his toothbrush right beside hers.

she wanted to drink water from the glass set they purchased after buying their first house together.

she wanted to check the mail, and see his last name following hers: mrs. sainz.

though these scenarios might seem trivial to some, for solène, anything involving him held immense significance.

charles parked beside a random building, and they all stepped out of his car. arthur and solène trailed behind, exchanging confused glances once again.

they walked down the main road, passing by dark shops that had already closed for the night. they walked for blocks, so long that solène regretted coming.

finally, charles spoke up, admitting, “well, i don’t really know what we’re doing… i guess if anyone sees anything interesting, let us know.”

"what?" solène stopped walking abruptly. everyone turned to face her. she stated, "let's just go home. i’m getting tired."

“yeah, this is boring,” arthur added, “let’s go back.”

carlos pointed ahead, “look, that little store is open.”

further down the street, they spotted one of the few shops with its lights on—a dingy thrift store that appeared to be open.

“or you just wanna go home?” carlos asked solène—or perhaps he asked the whole group, but his eyes were only on her.

the jingle of the door echoed through the empty air as they entered. before them stood an unattended cash register. an older woman emerged from a door behind the register, casting them a distinctly judgmental look. she scrutinized each of them before bluntly advising, "if you can't afford anything, don't even bother looking."

from behind carlos, arthur silently mimicked the woman's sentence, making fun of her. solène burst into laughter, and the old lady shot her a displeased look, muttering “truie”. [ pig ] under her breath.

solène was about to retort, ready to give the old hag a piece of her mind. who did she think she was? if anything, she looked more like a pig than solène could ever sound like one. honestly, with her greasy hair, she probably even smelled like one—

charles shot her a look, quickly stopping her before she could voice her thoughts aloud. he gently took her by the arm and guided her further into the store, advising her to keep her cool and get back at the woman by not showing any reaction. it was a challenge, but solène was already overly concerned about coming across as immature, so she knew it was wiser not to cause a scene.

towards the back of the store, the four stumbled upon a section that seemed to take them back in time to the era of glamour and classical elegance, back to the days of old hollywood.

arthur's eyes lit up as he picked up a white shawl. "oh! i've always wanted to hold one of these. it's so soft."

charles chuckled, rolling his eyes as he tied a bowtie around his neck. meanwhile, solène ran her hand through the rows of pearl necklaces hanging on display.

“sol,” carlos called sweetly, as if he had said darling in place of her name. she turned to him, and he held up a stunning white silk dress. "you should try this on."

solène's breath caught as she ran her fingertip along the smooth fabric. the dress belonged on television or in magazines—it was elegant and dream-like. carlos nodded, assuring her, "it would look amazing."

not just the dress itself, but on her; she would look amazing in it. solène was sure that this was what he meant. though, her tendency to overanalyze sometimes skewed his words…

the flutters in her stomach returned. she glanced at her brothers, a bit unsure, but charles' encouraging nod was all the reassurance she needed to take the dress in her hands.

“if i’m trying this on, then all of you are trying something too,” she declared.

“yeah, let’s do suits!” arthur chimed in eagerly, rushing to grab the most elegant one he could find. he grabbed two more and pushed them to charles and carlos before making his way to the changing rooms, with the others following behind.

"solène," arthur's voice sounded from outside her dressing room door, "would you mind helping me tie my bow tie?"

solène stared at her reflection in the mirror. the white dress gave her an air of delicacy and softness. her wavy brown hair cascaded behind her shoulders, falling just below her shoulder blades, allowing the dress's neckline to display her collarbones. her blue bra clashed with the dress, so she unclasped and set it beneath her clothes pile. she felt a touch exposed, and the chilly air conditioning only increased that. strangely, though, the dress looked even better without a bra. it hung on her like a second skin in some places, while draping loosely in others. she found herself actually thinking she looked quite lovely.

then her eyes searched for flaws, as her mind often did—fabricating excuses to convince her to remove the dress as quickly as possible. she fought to push those thoughts aside, but the dress's floor-length design made her look taller, and lanky. her hair was slightly frizzy; it seemed wrong with such a dress.

"soléné? can you hear me?" arthur's voice sounded louder than before.

she turned around quickly, flustered. "what? yes, i'm sorry, i can hear you. what did you say?"

"i was asking if you'd mind helping me tie my bow tie. i'm trying, but this thing won't cooperate," he said with clear frustration, attempting to tie it as he spoke.

she opened the door, pulling her hair in front of her shoulders as a sort of shield. he frowned as he looked at her. pushing her hair back, he said, “wow, i think i might cry. sol, you look amazing.”

she smiled. "thanks, arthur. now, let me deal with this mess." she inspected the peculiar knot he had created and proceeded to untangle it. the bow tie needed to be redone entirely.

as she readjusted the fabric, another door creaked open. charles emerged, his voice warm. "aw, look at my baby siblings, all dressed up. sol, you look incredible." his smile reached his eyes. she never voiced it aloud, but she was truly grateful for her older brother. he might be distinct from the other two, but he consistently displayed his affection in the ways he understood.

“no compliments for me?” arthur pouted.

charles raised an eyebrow, responding, “well you’re not looking all pretty in a white dress, now, are you?

arthur sighed, “no. i suppose i’m not.”

solène finished tying arthur's bow tie, making sure it was straight, and then turned her attention to charles, adjusting his bow tie to ensure it lay perfectly centered.

carlos emerged from his changing room, fastening the last of his buttons. he playfully patted charles's back, poised to crack a joke about never having seen him dress so formally. but his expression changed as his gaze drifted to solène.

he remarked, “sol, the dress looks beautiful. see, i knew you should’ve tried it on.”

beautiful. the dress was beautiful, but what about solène herself? wasn’t she the one wearing it? without the dress was the sight not just as beautiful? she glanced at the mirror beside her, her eyes locking onto her reflection—the slightly lanky girl with frizzy hair.

sensing her displeasure, charles interrupted her thoughts, “solène, did you see those pearl necklaces that were on display?”

“charles, i like where you’re going with this.” arthur added, taking her hand and leading her back to the old hollywood-themed section. he selected a pearl necklace from the display and carefully draped it around her neck, whispering, "this is perfect."

“it’s not too much?” solène asked, looking down to the necklace.

arthur shook his head with a reassuring smile, “nope.”

charles and carlos strolled out, immersed in their own conversation. it pained sol to watch carlos, to experience a hurricane of emotions within her, and to know that he didn't reciprocate even a fraction of them.

a part of her was convinced that he did feel something, something more than nothing. he had caught her in the car, he had insisted on her trying on the dress, and he had been stealing glances at her incessantly. it couldn't be all meaningless. there just had to be something there.

“tell him," arthur whispered. solène shot him a puzzled expression. he tilted his head, a knowing look in his eyes. "i'm not blind. i can practically see hearts in your eyes when you look at him."

“that’s so embarrassing.” she muttered, leaning her head on arthur’s shoulder.

he shook his head, reassuring her, “no, it’s not. you like him. make it known and see what happens.”

a frown tugged at her lips. "what if charles gets upset... he's friends with him—it would be weird."

arthur responded, “charles will understand, and if he doesn’t, literally who cares?”

the older woman running the store was busy hanging blouses in a nearby aisle, but her disapproving glances were far from subtle. charles leaned in and whispered, "let's just leave."

arthur raised a concern, “what about the clothes—“

"we'll wear them as we leave," charles interjected.

again, arthur persisted, “but we didn’t pay…”

charles elaborated, “she called solène a pig. she deserves to lose out on money.”

“oh my god, i nearly forgot about that.” arthur said just before discreetly shoving a few small items into his pockets.

they continued to feign interest in browsing while gradually moving closer to the exit. arthur and charles exchanged a glance, then nodded in unison. they gave thumbs-up signals to solène and another to carlos. in a synchronized move, arthur and charles sprinted straight for the door, triggering an alarm as they crossed the threshold.

carlos, right behind them, caught the worry etched on arthur's face as he looked back to ensure everyone had escaped. carlos turned and noticed solène, frozen in fear still inside the store.

the old lady's voice could be heard, yelling and clutching a telephone, presumably dialing the police.

“come on solène!” arthur shouted, waving his hand frantically.

yet, she remained glued to the floor.

“sol, we need to go! the police will be here any minute!” charles yelled urgently.

again, she stood there, seemingly unable to process the situation.

“oh shit! they’re already here! sol, run! now!” Arthur exclaimed, spotting two officers sprinting in their direction. charles and arthur took off as quickly as they could, and carlos hastily grabbed solène's arm.

he pulled her out of the store and down the street. her feet tangled over each other, and her dress snagged between her legs. using her free hand, she lifted the dress above her ankles, finally catching up to the pace at which carlos was dragging her.

he released her arm and readjusted to interlace his fingers through hers. her heart pounded hard, not only from the sprint but also from carlos's touch. It was firm, warm—providing a sense of safety that only he could give her. in solène’s heart, she was sure that he was crafted for her.

they continued to run until their lungs burned, taking corners and shortcuts between buildings. the whereabouts of arthur and charles were unknown to both of them, as was the location of the parked car.

eventually, they managed to lose the pursuing police, turning one final corner before coming to a halt.

carlos's chest heaved, and his hair was slightly damp with sweat. he shrugged off his suit jacket and unbuttoned a couple of the top buttons using one hand while he leaned against the wall.

solène, too, was warm, her breaths coming in pants as she admired the man before her. he met her gaze and chuckled, “that was crazy, wasn’t it?”

she managed a nod, her mind unable to form words, though it desperately wished to confess the overwhelming desire she felt for him—a craving so intense that it bordered on physically illness to be inches away from him and not have him as her own.

he let out a soft laugh, his head leaning back against the wall as he recovered his breath. she observed him, her eyes tracing each of his dark lashes while his eyes rested closed.

she lightly uttered, "carlos."

his eyes hazily opened as he tilted his head downward toward her.

“yeah?” his response matched her hushed tone.

“do you think i look beautiful?” she sauntered to him, slow and deliberate.

his eyes widen the smallest fraction, a subtle surprise he tried to conceal. they traveled slowly over her form, drinking up her beauty.

reconnecting with her eyes, he responded, “yes, of course.”

"it's not just the dress? it's me?" she questioned, now standing so near that their feet almost touched.

"sol, it's you. not the dress," he affirmed. her heart exploded; she had been so certain of his desire for her, and now his words confirmed it. she took another step, closing the distance until she stood right between his feet.

“really? you think so?” she asked, her eyes searching his.

“yes.” he confirmed, his hands rising toward her waist. there was a pause, his touch hovering so close that she could feel the warmth radiating from his palms.

slowly, he draped his hands just above her hips. she felt herself almost melting, like she could dissolve right through the cracks between his fingers. her breath caught as he pushed away from the wall, drawing nearer. he whispered her name as if he had something to say, "solène..."

his gaze lingered on her lips.

she glanced down to his lips, momentarily, then met his eyes again, “yeah?”

one of his hands roamed to her lower back, softly pulling her closer until their bodies were flush against each other. she hooked her fingers between two buttons, drawing him closer. she locked her gaze with his brown eyes, ready for the moment she had yearned for since she met him years ago.

once more, he murmured her name, his breath delicately caressing her lips. oh, how she cherished the way he said her name. he whispered, "I can't."

her eyes flickered between his, searching for a clue to his meaning. her voice a fragile whisper, "you can't what?"

"i can't do this," he admitted, loosening his grip on her waist. he squeezed his eyes shut, his forehead finding solace against her shoulder. his voice continued, distressed, "you're my best friend's little sister. you're too young."

"oh my god! I'm hardly his little sister! I'm 19," she retorted, pushing him away. her entire being felt like it was on the verge of crumbling. he looked up, reaching out toward her. she stepped back, and he took a step forward, "sol, i'm so, so sor—"

"i actually don't think i can bear listening to you right now," she choked out, a different kind of pain searing her chest. in that moment, everything hurt. the man she loved stood less than a foot away, yet she yearned to be oceans apart from him. wishing she had never met him, she thought, would spare her heart the agony of crying out his name with every beat.

she turned away, squeezing her eyes shut. she refused to let him see her tears. he already held the perception that she was childish; she couldn't afford to react too strongly and confirm his assumptions.

he approached from behind, placing his hands on her shoulders. "I'm sorry."

solène let her eyes remain shut as she leaned into his touch. his lips lightly grazed the back of her shoulder, a sensation that bordered on torture. she wanted to tear her own skin away; the pain felt unbearable. carlos wrapped his suit jacket around her, and his scent swallowed her completely. as he helped free her hair from beneath the jacket, his fingertips brushed against her skin. it was sickening how desperately her body craved such a small touch, devouring it whole.

she began walking, not entirely certain of her destination, but the act of movement felt necessary. if she had remained still, she feared she might have crumbled to the ground in a torrent of tears. He trailed behind her, oblivious to the disappointment and confusion emanating from her.

they walked until her tears had dried and her feet felt sore. suddenly, a honk pierced through her melancholic thoughts, arthur's voice breaking through, "solène! we found you! come inside the car!"

she made her way over, her demeanor visibly somber, and settled into the back seat next to arthur. arthur noted how she avoided meeting carlos's gaze, even as he attempted to lock eyes with her through the car window while reaching for the passenger side door handle.

arthur easily pieced the situation together, resting his head on solène's shoulder. he had never seen her eyes so full with sadness. solène leaned into him, resting her head against his, sniffling slightly as charles began driving them back home. the drive was a silent one, the atmosphere suffocating. it was difficult for solène to breathe the same air as carlos, to be so near that she could reach out and touch him. his cologne lingered in every breath she inhaled, his jacket still wrapped around her.

her heart yearned for those same hands that had broken it in the first place. it ached to be held by carlos's hands. all solène wanted was to hear him assure her that everything was going to be alright. she was so wrong about carlos.

solène's fingers traced the textured surface of arthur's bedspread, her body sprawled belly down as she carefully highlighted key words in her notebook. she had settled on maintaining the routine of studying with arthur on weekends. it was what she knew best. arthur suggested they give going out another shot, just the two of them, without charles and carlos, arguing that one bad experience shouldn't dictate their choices.

but solène simply refused. she thought that she should’ve never insisted on switching their saturday routine in the first place. in her mind, she regretted ever pushing for a change in their saturday routine in the first place. if only she hadn't, perhaps her infatuation with carlos would have remained enjoyable.

#boo. fic carlos sucks #carlos sainz #ferrari #formula 1 #formula one #arthur leclerc #charles lecrelc #carlos sainz x oc #carlos sainz x reader #f1 fic #carlos sainz x you #carlos sainz x y/n #arthur leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc x you #formula 2 #f2 #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #carlos x leclerc oc #cs55 #cs55 x reader

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MISDIAL; LJN [CH1 TEASER] RING, RING, RING

[★]; YOU'VE ALL HEARD THIS STORY BEFORE. The brothers best friend, the little sister, the googly, starry-eyed crush for the one guy she can never have. In the movies, her years of emotional turmoil are always rewarded with the romance to end all romances— spur of the moment declarations of love, whirlwind 'i've loved you all along's... but for you, your crush on Lee Jeno more or less fizzled out like the aftershocks of a seltzer in milk. When you don't talk to someone for a few years that's bound to happen, you guess; it only makes sense that those feelings dissipated into nothing but an embarrassing memory the moment you grew up a little. But old habits apparently die pretty damn hard. And as you're about to learn, one accidental misdial is going to remind you just how long a first love can last.

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lee jeno x fem!reader

college au (somewhat? not a lot of learning is going on lol)

slight slow burn

aiming for lengthy one-shot, but it's already at 11k so... possibly 1-3 parts

genre; not-quite-friends to lovers, older brother mark lee, brothers best friend lee jeno, light angst, eventual smut, yn is a menace to society

warnings for this trailer; uncomfy incident with a creepy guy at a bar, talk of injury/reader punches somebody

teaser wc; 3k / est fic wc; 20k-ish / comment on this post for taglist!

[a/n: jeno luvrs, this is for u <;3]

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CALLING YONGBOK THE LAST OPTION YOU HAVE BEFORE YOU HAVE TO BRING OUT THE BIG GUNS. In any younger sister’s arsenal, tattling to ‘big bro’ is truly only a choice to be made in dire straits— when you’re past bargaining, past praying, past any hope to come out of a situation with your dignity intact. It’s the true, red button, no-going-back, final card in the deck of tricks. 

(Well... at least to you it is. But maybe you shouldn’t assume the less than stellar relationship you have with your older brother is universal; because maybe other siblings actually aren’t like you and Mark. Maybe other older brothers aren’t over-protective, soul sucking, total wet-blankets about everything that’s actually fun, like going to parties and experiencing life and staying out later than 11PM. Maybe other younger sisters can actually talk to their older brothers about their problems without the disappointment hammer being dropped on their heads. But you and Mark aren’t other siblings.)

Even in the humid brick of August, the mere thought of calling him right now is enough to bring goosebumps to your skin.

But. But! However. There’s no need to get all doomsday just yet. Because like you said, you've got one last chance. Your saving grace. The magnum opus of ass savings, if he’s not already dead to the rest of the world and his ‘Pika Pika’ ringtone at this hour: Lee Yongbok. (The type of kid your parents definitely wish they had.)

You pull your phone out and find the contacts through dry, bleary eyes, and scroll down to the L's.

It rings once.

Twice.

Please. 

Three times.

Please pick up. Outer Gods, or singular God, whatever, please let this slide once. Just this once. And if you’re taking requests, make him answer the phone while you’re at it. I swear I’ll listen to my friends from now on. Or, the more sensible ones, rather, and I’ll… I’ll shred the fake ID, too. Is that what you want? Come on, Come on, Come on—

"H'lo?"

Your eyes fly open. "Lix? God, Yong, I think I fucked up. You’re not busy, are you?"

The relief you feel is nearly palpable. There's shuffling on the line, staticky and loud, an exhale, and then—

“Not quite, Rockstar."

Huh? Rock…what? You scowl at the nickname, but more so in confusion. Yongbok knew better than to call you that stupid name if he didn’t want to get ribbed— and is his voice usually so rough?

“And for someone who just woke me up at…” the voice continues, an almost comically long yawn interrupting their sentence, “One in the morning, you think a greeting would be commonplace.”

You whip the phone back in front of your face. The screen is as bright as the morning sun in the dim streetlight behind the bar, and someone who is definitely not Lee Yongbok is staring back at you through the pixels. The CallerID picture is more than a little blurry, grainy with age, but the history behind the image is not important— What's important is that the contact on the screen is not Lee Yongbok.

That is Lee Jeno. 

Dread becomes a physical weight in your chest as you stop breathing, frozen in disbelief as you realize what exactly your slippery fucking fingers have just done.

Lee… Jeno. 

One of your brother’s best friends, Lee Jeno.

"Oh, shit."

"Oh shit indeed," he rumbles, quiet from how far you’re holding the phone from your face, and when you gingerly slide the receiver back up towards your ear all you hear is shuffling. Shit. Shit, shit, shit! 

"I’m guessing you meant to call someone else?"

“Yeah!” you bark. Then you realize how desperately it spills out, and quickly correct your tone. Acting suspicious won't get him off the phone any faster. “Yeah I, uh. Yep. I did, I was… I need— Listen, I’m sorry I woke you up, but I really wasn’t trying to—”

Someone inside the bar screams. You whirl around to face the backdoor you’d squeezed through to get to the smoking deck, sure that someone is about to come barreling out to make your already shitty night just that much worse, but it thankfully stays shut. The muffled sound still echoes around the alley though, a high pitched caw melting into the night, and you freeze when you realize the shuffling on Jeno’s end has stopped.

Okay. Theres… there’s a chance he didn’t hear that, right? He’s not saying anything, so maybe—

"What was that?"

Fuck!

“Nothing! Haha, I’m so sorry I woke you up, goodnight—”

“Hold on. Are you okay?”

Silently, you stomp your foot out of frustration, leering up and down the alley like you’re expecting him to pop out from behind a trash can or something and scold you for your bad decisions. Damn your tipsy, heavy fingers; Of everyone on earth, it had to be him you misdialed?

“Y/N?”

“I’m fine!” you warble, “I just… It’s... not—”

"You don’t seem fine," he observes slowly, and you almost go to commend him for his brilliant skills in deduction before you remember that you’re not actually irritated with him. You’re just... irritated. Whatever. Either way, he is the last person you need knowing about your whereabouts if you’re trying to keep your brother out of this.

You swipe at your hair, suddenly bothered by the prospect of a single thing touching your forehead in this heat, and begin to pace the deck. “I’m just waiting for my friends outside of this… place, downtown. It got super hot, so I’m taking a breather outside. I was trying to call a friend to tell him something super, incredibly important, before I accidentally called you instead so… if you don’t… mind…”

“Anybody ever told you that you ramble when you’re upset?”

You stop walking. “What?”

“You do. You ramble and you speak too fast and you pace back and forth like one of those little wound up robot toys. You’re stressed about something. Are you sure you’re alright?”

Throughout the years, even with the few full conversations you've had with the guy, you’ve come to know that Jeno’s tone is often indistinguishable. He sounds bored when he’s having fun. He talks slowly when he’s excited, and his face stays pleasant even when he’s not in the best mood. In highschool you once saw a girl confess to him in front of what must have been half the student population— and all he’d done was blink at her, take the envelope, and continue on his way to class. If being hard to read was a competitive sport, Lee Jeno would be the reigning champ.

Which is why you’re really not expecting to hear the worry in his voice. It’s slight, probably closer to suspicion than anything, but it still instantly makes you feel bad for getting annoyed at him. If one of your best friend’s little sisters was being super vague and cagey, you’d probably ask a few questions too. Ugh.

“Jeno, I’m fine. Seriously. I’m not in danger or anything, I’m just…. I’m just having trouble finding my friends, is all.”

“Your friends?”

“Try not to sound so surprised.”

His eye roll is almost audible, the long sigh very much so. “You know that’s not what I meant. What do you mean you can’t find your friends?”

“I mean I can’t find them? I told you it was packed in there, they left to get something to drink and then just… disappeared.”

“Have you tried calling them?”

“Oh, no, I thought coming out here to scream into the alley would help me find them faster. Yes, I called them, probably about a hundred times each. Nothing. I think it has something to do with the signal, or—”

“How would it be the signal if you’re calling me?”

You hesitate in your tirade.

...Huh. That’s a good point. One you hadn’t thought of, during the general hail of stress you’d been under since you’d lost them ten… probably closer to twenty minutes ago now. (Twenty minutes is practically a year in a bar when you’re alone and an entire lifetime when you’re being chatted up by a guy with no sense of self-awareness; the reason you were itching to find them and get the hell out of here in the first place.)

The signal thing does bring up the only two realistic options, though. One, that both their phones have miraculously died in the span of time it took them to get to the bar. Or two— that they’re dodging your calls. One of them is much more realistic than the other, knowing them, but you don’t want to think about that right now. 

“I don't know then.”

“Well, how did you get to wherever you are?”

“We… Soyeon drove.”

“Jeon Soyeon?”

“Uh, yeah. You know her?”

“Not really. Do you remember where she parked?”

No. You do not. A last minute text from one of Yuqi’s friends promising a good time and free drinks was the catalyst for your twist-and-turn-y trek through the side streets of Gangnam. Soyeon’s car's location was absolutely unbeknownst to you. A physical tiredness settles on your shoulders at the realization of this, at the idea of being essentially stranded if you don’t find them soon, and you almost go to start pacing again— until you remember what Jeno said.

You pace when you’re stressed. 

“No,” you mumble quickly, very much ready to end this… whatever it is. “I don’t know where her car is. And listen, I appreciate the help, and I’m sorry I woke you up, but I really should get going.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Probably look for my friends again.” You shoot another glance back inside the bar, whether hopeful to catch a glimpse of said ‘friends’ or just give your eyes something else to look at besides the black asphalt of the back alley, you’re not sure. “Or something.”

“...Alright. If—”

Someone calls your name, loudly, and Jeno must hear it through the receiver because he stops talking. Yoojin (or Yeojin, or something, he’d half slurred his name when he introduced himself and you hadn’t been interested enough to ask for clarification) is who greets you when you turn. Your frown stiffens the moment you see him.

He wanders out onto the deck, a funny little smile on his lips and positively pink in the face, trapezing down the bar steps until he's parked right next to you on the deck. Great. 

“What are you doing out here?" he murmurs. "I was lookin' for you for like... ten minutes."

What? There’s no way it’s been ten minutes. You only just managed to get away from him in there and that was after he went to get more drinks. He must be sloshed to the point of time travel. "I, uh. I was calling my friend. You're wasted, huh?"

"And you're not,” Yoo/Yeojin whines, “What's the point of getting all cute for the bar if you're not gonna have fuuun, hotstuff?"

"I did have fun," you tell him politely, lowering the phone to your chest so as to not speak right into Jeno’s ear, "But it's getting late. I gotta be home soon."

"Awwww, what? Your parents don't know you're here or something?" And he laughs like it's a joke, but when he sees the look on your face he seems to realize that he’s at least a little bit right. His smile widens.

"What is it then, a boyfriend? You don't wanna have a little more fun, babe? We were really hitting it off."

Um. Alright. You're not sure what part of turning down drinks and ditching him on the dancefloor screams 'really hitting it off', but this dude is obviously gone. He's probably just having a hard time taking no for an answer, so there’s no need to bust out the big guns of... well. You're not quite sure. Telling him to fuck off, maybe. But you're sure it won't get that far. 

"Sorry. I think it's time to call it a night."

The guy's face falls a little, and you think he's finally gotten the hint so you put your phone back up to your ear— but a hand latching onto your other wrist startles you into dropping it. You can only watch your phone skitter on the pavement, stunned, before you turn back to stare at Yoo/Yeojin. "What are you doing?"

"At least let me take you home or something, so I can repay your friendliness. Where're you headed?"

Your stomach rolls a little. "I... Someone's coming to get me, so there's no need for that. Can you let me go?"

It's only now that you realize just how desolate the backstreet of the bar is. The only people you can see are stumbling up the street nearly a block away, and you look back to your phone. You can’t tell if the call is still on because the screen is face down, and you panic a little at the thought. 

All that clattering probably didn’t sound great... Will Jeno think you just got murdered? What if he thinks you just got murdered?

And then an even worse intrusion. Maybe even worse than being murdered. 

What if he calls Mark? 

With a frantic tug, you attempt to pull your arm from his grip but he doesn't let up. Instead, Yoo/Yeojin just coos at you. "So nice. Why are you being so nice then, if there's 'no need'? Come on, I can show you just how fast I can get you home. Where do you live, cutie?"

Too nice? What the fuck? Your stomach is no longer just rolling but now doing full somersaults, and his hold on your arm is only tightening. Whatever drinks you'd had earlier melt out of your system like runoff and you're acutely aware of your heartbeat pounding in your ears, right behind the distant traffic and muffled music coming from inside the bar— but it feels like all you can comprehend is this creep's hand on your skin.

"Seriously,” you start, and you try to shout, but your voice isn't quite cooperating with the anxiety thumping in your lungs. It comes out more like a squawk along with your next words. “Can you let me go?"

Yoo/Yeojin just laughs again. Still smiling, he pulls something out of his pocket.

You just watch in disbelief as he fiddles with it, rotating the object once, twice, before he presses something on it and you hear a honk. His head turns to the sound.

Car keys. He’s just pulled out car keys.

Oh fuck. 

You're freezing up. It's like every PSA, every warning from Mark and your parents, every story you've ever heard about things like this is scattering out of your brain like a line of spooked birds and you don't know what to do. What do you do?

"Hard to get doesn't work on me—"

You're not sure what happens. All you know is that you blink and all your muscles tense up, there’s this horrible crunching sound, and then Yoo/Yeojin is flat on his ass on the pavement and holding his face with both hands. It’s so quick that you don’t know what to do once he’s not on you anymore, and you’re just staring— watching stupidly how his eyes peel open, teary and furious— until those eyes train on you.

“What the fuck!” he screams.

That’s your cue. You bolt. 

You don't care if you look crazy, and you completely forget about your friends who are probably still in the bar. You scramble to snatch up your phone, and you run. 

You can’t hear anything but your own heartbeat over the sound of your feet hitting the ground. Is that normal? What’s normal after punching a guy and running away? Oh god, you just punched a guy. Is that illegal? What if he’s coming after you? People’s eyes trail you as you pass, but you don’t dare turn around after that last thought— too busy with flying across streets, crossing corners until everything looks different and your lungs begin to seize in protest.

It’s not until you’re about three blocks up and one block over, hidden and crouching behind the dumpster of a 7-11 with an aching hand and two missing shoes do you realize your face is wet and your phone is ringing.

“Hell— Hello?”

“Where are you?”

Jeno? You look down at the LCD again, and yeah. That’s him. And, damn it, your screen is totally fucked too. You can barely even see his face through the shattered glass, stupid and smiley and bright and—

“I don’t know. I— I ran, I don’t—”

“Landmarks. Street names, storefronts, anything. Give me anything.”

He sounds wide awake now. A modicum of reality drips into your adrenaline fueled world. Give him anything? Why would he need to know where you are? It wasn’t like he was going to… 

“Are you going to tell Mark?” you blurt.

An incredibly heavy beat of silence, before Jeno is muttering through the speaker, voice uncharacteristically stern, “Is that really what you’re worried about right now?”

Yes. Yes it is. And for good reason; that’s not a no. You’re right. He’s totally going to tell your brother.

You swallow hard. “You have to promise not to tell him Jeno, I’m serious. You can’t. He already thinks… you can’t—”

“Where are you, Y/N?”

The edge in his voice is so unfamiliar that your defense crumbles pretty much instantly. So Mark’s going to find out anyway. Great. You’re sure that’s in some best friend code somewhere, ‘thou should always snitch on thine buddies siblings, when thine siblings are being dumb as fuck’, but your stomach sinks anyway.

God.

Peeking around the dumpster you search for a sign, any sign, and catch a glimpse of a green placard tilting on top of a post across the street.

“Some place called Yeoksam road. I’m… I’m hiding behind a 7/11.”

“Okay,” Jeno says finally, exhaling, and there’s a few more shuffles before you hear the sound of an engine starting, and you freeze. “Stay there, and don’t hang up.”

“Wait— you’re coming?”

“What else would I do? Call you an uber?”

“No,” you blurt, “I didn’t— I thought you were going to make Mark do it.”

“...You told me not to. Would you rather I call him and—”

“No!”

“Then stop asking questions. I’m ten minutes away.”

♥︎ [thats all for now, folks! please leave a like if you enjoyed, it'll definitely give me the motivation to work on this faster! thank you for reading <;3]

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[kinda-neutral-thingy]

Can you do Platonic Big brother Jotaro hcs with a 14 y/o little sister?

Jotaro Kujo with 14 y/o! sister! Reader

Warnings: fem! reader, spoilers, a little bit of angst, mentions of death and fights

Notes: just to clarify, he would act like this if he had a brother or a sibling, gender doesn't matter to him

Jotaro Kujo

When Jotaro entered a more or less conscious age, he took on the role of an older brother with full responsibility

He did what a normal older sibling usually does- he helped his mother with taking care of you, you played together and he could stand up for both of you if necessary

He almost never even felt forgotten or left out, Holly wouldn't let that happen

But in the end, he distanced himself from you

This did not happen at once - the cold in the family grew gradually, so no one had time to come to their senses as everyone realized that Jotaro was no longer the kid they knew

These changes were inevitable, but still, you and your mother were kinda hurt

You both know that he's not doing it out of malice and you can see through his facade, but still sometimes it's hard for you to interact with him

Meanwhile Jotaro had a whole storm going on in his head

He realized a lot of things in his life and they just pressure him down

He feels so many emotions about everything and everyone that often he can't even identify them

Although a difference of three years may seem insignificant, in reality it often plays a role

Sometimes it seems to both of you that you speak different languages

Sometimes it may even lead to fights between you

So I guess you have a stand

But if you're in the same situation as Holly, Jotaro will be just as worried about you as about his mother

You will also be a great motivator for him to get to Dio

And when time starts to run out, he will be even more irritable and in a hurry

But if you can normally manifest your stand and vocalize your desire to help the Crusaders he will definitely say "no"

Just no

He'll be willing to knock you out if you'll keep insisting/j

But if you somehow magically find yourself on a journey with them-

He's gonna be pissed

Or at least he acts like that, because he's freaking terrified

Jotaro Kujo? Terrified? No way/sarc

He gonna act like a boss about it

"Yare yare, keep in mind I am not your babysitter, kid. You yourself signed up for this, so you'll take care of yourself without my help."

And five minutes later he, according to a long-forgotten habit, checks your backpack to make sure everything you need is there

He won't let you join most of the fights so you're just kind of a team mascot

For him, you won't be strong enough to fight anyway, even if you have the strongest stand in history, you're like a toddler to him/hj

But despite all this, you are the closest people to each other in the team, it is immediately felt

You understand each other better than (essentially) strangers around you (excluding Joseph)

Angst time! You can skip it if you want!

If you die during SDC...

Well...

He's gonna be devastated

He knew he should have tried harder, should've been faster, stronger-

The fight with Dio will be even more brutal than the original

He is certain that he will never be the same again

That this guilt will torment him forever

But sooner or later the pain subsides. He can take a deep breath again

He can get better. He can improve himself, in the name of those who have fallen

OKAY, if you survive SDC-

Don't you dare prank him like Joseph did

He won't show it fully, but he's so happy

When you get back home, he's gonna help you out if you have any injuries

This adventure taught him to appreciate his loved ones more

Therefore, you can notice that his attitude towards the family has changed, even if others do not notice it

He is already less irritated and less involved with you in quarrels

I haven't watched part 4 (I just started), but I know he will be a marine biologist

So I guess he won't mind taking you on his expeditions (but making sure that you won't mess anything up)

#jjba x reader #jojo's bizarre adventure x reader #platonic! reader #platonic x reader #reader insert #fem! reader #Jotaro Kujo x reader #platonic! Jotaro Kujo x reader

[jinxhallows]

𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 .

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☾ -- ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛs

prologue | chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five | chapter six | chapter seven | chapter eight | chapter nine | chapter ten | chapter eleven | chapter twelve | chapter lucky thirteen | chapter fourteen | chapter fifteen ((you are here)) |

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ᴍʏ ᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴏᴜs ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ -- @sikebishes @hamburgers101 @felix-housewife @agnes-king @exfolitae @brojustfknkillm3 @skzswife @just-randomm-stuff @thunderous-wolf @3rachasninja @katsukis1wife

☾ -- ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ? ᴄʟɪᴄᴋ ʜᴇʀᴇ

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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ғɪғᴛᴇᴇɴ | ᴡᴄ: 𝟻.𝟷ᴋ

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Felix emerges into the open night air, the gentle breeze carrying his elder brother's scent as it dances through the moonlit atmosphere. Hyunjin follows closely, his brisk pace leading him a few steps ahead of Felix. He closes his eyes, a moment of quiet reverence for the moon unfolding as he lifts his nose to the sky, drawing in a deep, deliberate breath, as if gathering information from the very essence of the night.

Lowering his head, his crystal blue eyes snap open, and Felix's voice slices through the stillness.

“We can’t afford to spend another night, another minute, out here, especially not after what happened earlier.” his voice is laced with frustration, his sharp, ivory fangs catching glimmers of moonlight as he exhales a sigh,  “Why would he do something so impulsive?”

Hyunjin can't help but chuckle, a wry smile playing on his lips. "Because he's Christophe?"

“Right.  Well, we’ll have to catch him.”  Felix's gaze sweeps the surroundings, his focus honing in on the strongest point of the lingering scent.

“He’s not far,” Hyunjin says, “Perhaps he’s in his right mind? Were he not, he would’ve taken off, the scent wouldn’t still be so close.”

“I’m impressed, brother, that sounds correct.” Felix affirms with a nod, “You’re stronger, and faster than I am, I’ll go towards him and run him right into you, got it?”

The brothers split off, their forms blurring into a blur of motion as they dive into opposite directions. Agile bodies navigate through the woods with grace, the rustling leaves and the rush of wind the only witnesses to their pursuit. Hyunjin's strides take him further from the lingering trace of his older brother's scent. He halts abruptly, alertness radiating from his poised stance. They're not far from Lysandra's protective haven, yet they stand beyond the sheltering barrier the conjure provides. Hyunjin's eyes trace the towering trees above, their intertwined branches painting a tapestry against the night sky. He ascends, finding a perch in the embrace of the boughs, his gaze vigilant, ears attuned to the distant chase playing out beneath him.

In the quietude, Hyunjin's thoughts circle back to Chan's earlier admission, the unease that had gripped him despite the approaching Full Moon's subtle glow. He shakes his head, lips moving in murmured self-talk, "Old habits die hard, brother."

It's a mere breath of time before Felix's determined pursuit catches up with Chan's sprinting form. Through the densely packed trees, they race, a duo intertwined with the night itself. Chan’s movements are a dance of fluidity, his four-legged stride keeping him tantalizingly out of reach of the vampire tailing him. In this frantic chase, coherent thought takes a backseat, the transformation nudging him off the precipice of his emotions, pushing him beyond the limits of the distress he had silently carried for so long.

Run…further…escape

He comes to a sudden halt, spinning around with a ferocious snap at his younger sibling. The warning is clear: back off. Felix narrowly dodges the hybrid's gnashing teeth, a lethal venom just a breath away. "Are you out of your mind, brother?" The words explode from the white-haired vampire's lips, a mix of anger and disbelief.

Of course he is.

Crouching down, the wolf-vampire hybrid prepares to strike again. His chest vibrates with low, guttural growls, his eyes blazing a brilliant shade of yellow-gold, locking onto Felix's. The white-haired vampire squares his stance, readying himself for the imminent clash. The forest crackles with the sound of snapping branches, a growing distraction for Chan. His head whips around, trying to pinpoint the origin of the impending threat. Felix's quick thinking proves a heartbeat ahead. 

He shouts, "Now!"

With astonishing force, Hyunjin plummets from above, crashing onto his brother. Their bodies collide with a deafening thud, the impact jolting them both into the earth. Hyunjin's cherry-red hair is a wild halo around his head, sticking to his sweat-sheened skin. He wraps his arms around the wolf's body, muscles straining as he squeezes with relentless intensity. The ribs crack under the pressure, and the wolf crumples to the ground, a pitiful whimper escaping its helpless form.

"He was going to bite me!" Felix's words carry a mix of shock and disbelief.

"But he didn't," Hyunjin replies, his voice tinged with a touch of sympathy as he kneels beside his older brother. He can't help but feel for the unconscious wolf. "So he was definitely in his right mind."

The two brothers return, Chan's limp form draped over Hyunjin's shoulder. They skirt around the others, aiming for the basement entrance. However, as they emerge, you happen to be leaving another room. Your eyes widen at the sight of them, dirt-streaked and with dried blood on Hyunjin's pale arms. Jisung, sensing your instinctive reaction, grasps your arm.

"He's still alive," Hyunjin assures, walking past you and into the basement's lockdown room. Felix follows wordlessly, locking the door behind them. The room is sparsely furnished: a wooden chair, a table against the wall, and two light-tight coffins that can only be locked or unlocked from within. Hyunjin gently lowers Chan to the dirt-covered floor, his gaze connecting with Felix's as they both look down at their elder sibling.

"Looks like we're extending our stay," Hyunjin states, leaving Felix behind as he locks the door and heads out.

"What happened, Hyunjin?" Your voice trembles with concern as the red-haired vampire emerges into the hall. Your heartbeat races, the scent of fear surrounding you. It's evident that you genuinely care for his brother – a sentiment he finds endearing.

"We're not entirely sure yet," Hyunjin begins, his words measured. "But he'll be alright. His body will heal over the next few hours, and he'll wake up in his human form – sore, hungry, and weak."

"So, that means we're stuck here another day?" Jisung sighs in frustration. "Someone reached out to me from purgatory. They know where we are."

"And they're not here yet," Hyunjin replies calmly. "We don't know their exact location. It's wiser to stay holed up here rather than be caught off guard in the woods while we're vulnerable."

"But we'll need to gather our belongings. We leave at dusk." 

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Every passing minute seems to stretch out longer than the one before, as you sit cross-legged on the bed, tightly wrapped in a blanket that clings to your shoulders. The flickering candlelight on the bedside table casts dancing shadows, and you fix your gaze on its gentle dance. There are merely a couple of hours left before the sun completes its ascent, marking the dawning of a new day. Jisung, ahead of the curve, chose to retire early, aiming to rise earlier to prepare protective spells for the upcoming journey. Across the room, he slumbers with innocent, peaceful snores, a poignant reminder that another mortal stands in the fight alongside you. Another heart beats, another set of lungs breathes, finding reprieve in sleep, a rare solace in tumultuous times.

The doorknob turns, the door creaks open slowly, revealing Chan – in his human form. He treads lightly, careful not to disturb either of you. His posture relaxes visibly as he closes the door, spotting your silhouette illuminated by the candle's glow. He moves toward you, sliding onto the bed, laying on his back, his gaze fixed on you. Moments pass in silent exchange before he breaks the silence.

"Can't sleep?"

"Too worried," you yawn, fatigue tugging at your words. The mere mention of rest ignites the drowsiness that had been at bay all night. Operating against your natural diurnal rhythm is a challenge, and the pregnancy compounds the exhaustion.

"You can rest now. I'm alright."

Something about his tone feels off.

"Why did you run off like that?" you inquire.

He shrugs, "Just needed some air."

Your brow furrows, a nagging suspicion taking root. "You needed air, so you – transformed into a wolf and ran off." The words sound implausible even as they leave your lips.

"Yeah," he replies, as though it's the most logical thing, his fingers lacing together over his chest.

“Why are you doing this right now?”

“Doing what?”

“Stop talking to me like I’m fucking dumb,” you snap, the weight of unspoken tension in the air pushing your patience.  “You transformed and ran outside of the protection barrier, risked all of us getting caught, because you ‘needed some air’, Chris, if you’re gonna be anything right now, be fucking for real.” Your temper ignites, an unexpected surge of anger. 

But then again, don't you have the right to be furious?

He remains silent, staring forward, immune to your rising frustration. It builds within you, an overwhelming urge to provoke a reaction, to make him open up. It's like he's pressing deliberately on your buttons.

“You just weren’t going to tell me you’re having a girl? That I have a–” He stops, feeling himself getting emotional before he finishes his sentence, “-daughter? Out of all the things to keep from me…”

Your gaze darts to Jisung's form and back again, realizing he's discovered the secret. "What?" you manage to utter.

“How about you do me the favor of being fucking for real for once, yeah?” He finally looks up at you, and you can hardly believe it, he’s…

Angry.

His tone cuts through you unexpectedly, cold and unforgiving.  You’re on the receiving end of his anger and it feels like total isolation.

“I–” You struggle to speak, “I didn’t keep it from you on purpose–”

“So you kept it from me by accident?” 

The way he retorts back makes you feel dumb; like nothing you’re saying is making any sense.  Caught between maintaining Jisung's secret and exposing everything to prevent Chan from assuming the worst, you're at a crossroads.

“No! I just, I didn’t tell you–”

"Because I asked her not to," Jisung's voice breaks through, his back still turned. He's been listening from the moment Chan entered the room. The medallion around his neck and his innate vigilance kept him alert, even in slumber. “The gumiho, he told me I’m losing my power, its leaking from jumping back and forth between here and purgatory.” He says with a sigh, “He told me I could pass it onto another witch, and the only one strong enough is your daughter.  That’s how I found out.  I told the little witch and told her I didn’t want anyone else to know.  I didn’t want anyone worrying about me,” A tear glistens as it trails down his cheek, soaking into his pillow. His tone remains steady despite the emotional admission. “This is about us getting to Abysmora and breaking this curse.”

The realization hangs heavy in the air, Chan absorbing Jisung's confession. "Jisung, does that mean –"

"This body is my final stop."

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In the quiet embrace of the dimly lit bedroom, the first tendrils of morning light timidly kiss the edges of the curtains drawn shut.  Hyunjin lays sprawled on the soft sheets, his chest still beneath Lysandra’s head, which rests on him like a cozy cushion of ebony locks.  His chin nestles atop her head, a touch that speaks of an intimacy both new and treasured.

The room exhales a sense of tranquility in the chaos, almost as if time itself had paused to savor this moment.  The air holds a delicate blend of warmth and cautioned vulnerability, the space between them woven with invisible threads of the building blocks of trust.  Lysandra's fingers dance upon Hyunjin’s  bare skin, each caress akin to a soothing lullaby, while her ears absorb the symphony of silence in the absence of his heartbeat.

With the window shut tight against the impending dawn, the outside world seems distant, allowing them to cocoon themselves in a bubble of shared existence.  Their murmured words float through the air, carried by whispers of unspoken feelings.

“Are you comfortable like this?” Hyunjin's voice, soft as a lover's sigh, bears a touch of concern that ripples through the room.

Lysandra lets out a contented sigh, her breath brushing against his chest.  “More than comfortable.  It’s like I belong here.  We’ve just met, it's…strange.”

His fingers gently toy with her thick, interwoven tresses that spread across his chest, like midnight rivers flowing against the contours of his form.  “You do belong here,” his whispered response carries a warmth that stands in stark contrast to the icy touch of his skin.

A languid smile curves Lysandra's lips as she lifts her head to meet his gaze. His eyes, the deep hues of an endless ocean, lock onto hers with a yearning he thought forgotten.  “I’ll have to leave tonight; and I may die when this is all said and done.”

Lysandra’s chin rests on his bare chest, his hooded jacket lazily unzipped halfway.  Freshly washed and half dried crimson strands of hair have escaped the messy ponytail from earlier.  She asks, “What will you do then?”

He shrugs, his gaze drifting up to the ceiling. "I haven't been to Hell yet, so I'll decide when I'm there. My mother will be there too," a small grin tugs at his lips as he envisions the reunion.

“That much is true.” she replies, recalling his emotional reaction upon seeing his mother's reflection in the spilled blood. "Hell is an abyss of darkness, damp and foreboding. The creatures are violent, driven by insatiable hunger. Having someone you trust could make it marginally more bearable, but the struggle is eternal."

"Sounds a bit like purgatory," Hyunjin muses, his words accompanied by a thoughtful smile. "The only difference is, I've had a little practice."

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The climate beyond Lysandra's secure haven hangs heavy with an expectant hush, a silence that seems to stretch infinitely through the expanse of the forest. The moon, a pale sentinel in the sky, casts its ethereal glow across the landscape, transforming trees into imposing silhouettes and the earth into a tapestry of enigmas. Together, you all gather within the softly lit embrace of the sitting room.

Chan, adjusts the straps of his bag. The mantle of leadership rests heavily on his shoulders as he calculates the dangers of the imminent journey. After the conversation last night with Jisung and you, he now bears the weight of understanding the burden his friend has been silently carrying.

–

“Jisung, as soon as there’s enough power lost, I can just turn you.”

"I'm not sure if that's the path I want to take just yet," the witch replies. "The little witch and I have discussed it endlessly, but it's all too overwhelming to consider right now."

"Jisung, are you afraid of dying?"

His response hangs in the air, his drowsy eyes fixed on the floor.

"Do you mean really dying? Permanently?" The thought quickens his heartbeat, the realization of all he'd leave behind when his existence ceases.

"Yeah, I am."

–

And he too, made a promise to you both, to keep Jisung's secret, a pact forged under the shadow of the curse and the impending Full Moon. Chan's touch turns you gently, his hands adjusting your backpack before zipping it up. An arm envelops your shoulders, drawing you close, and his lips press tenderly against your hair.

He can never forgive himself for everything he’s put you through.

Felix moves with a quiet intensity, his eyes scanning the room as he double-checks their supplies, every movement being made with a precision born from years of living on the edge. Restlessness simmers beneath the surface of his composed demeanor.  He’s been anxious to get back out and on the move again, and still remained curious about whether or not they’d encounter another freak occurrence of Hyunjin’s conjure, or even a way to open up his own. His fingers trace the contours of their equipment, his gestures measured and practiced, a silent symphony of preparation that only someone intimately familiar with danger could orchestrate.

Jisung leans against a wall, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp, catching every flicker of movement and every change while Santiago seems to hover on the edge of their group, his presence a constant reminder of the tangled web of allegiances that wove through everyone’s lives.

The woods beckon with an eerie allure, the darkness harboring both danger and secrets none of you could fathom.

Chan's discerning gaze catches a subtle exchange between Lysandra and Hyunjin, standing poised at the doorway. The unspoken glances exchanged between the two trigger his intuition, prompting a mental note of the interaction. He breaks the silence, his voice carrying a sense of gratitude and respect, “Lysandra, you’ve been gracious to us during our unexpected stay.  We’re in your debt.”

“Pay me back by getting the job done.  Don’t make all of this for nothing.” she retorts, her words a reminder of the stakes at hand. You all gradually move outside, the weight of Lysandra's words lingering in the air.

"Hyunjin," her voice reaches out, catching his attention. He turns, his thumb hooked onto the strap of his bag.

"Stay out of trouble."

A fleeting smile graces Hyunjin's lips, a gesture imbued with both confidence and humility. 

"I'll do my best."

As he resumes his path, the smile fades, replaced by the mask of stoicism he often wears. The undertow of his emotions pulls him back into his usual demeanor. There's no avoiding the truth – he's stepping purposefully into trouble, confronting the storm of challenges head-on.

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The forest takes on a sharper chill around you, a testament to the elevation gain and the mounting coldness of the night. The demanding hike stirs your body into a comforting warmth, despite the newfound coldness. The terrain has transformed, becoming more rugged and challenging. Jagged rocks pepper the path, and the thick snarl of tree roots requires your unwavering attention, forcing you to keep your eyes on the ground beneath your feet. The world around you seems to blur as you navigate the labyrinth of natural obstacles, temporarily forsaking the luxury of scanning your surroundings.

Jisung and Santiago have conjured a spectral wolf, a silent sentinel that haunts the distance, undisturbed for over an hour. It's a reassuring sign that the immediate path ahead appears clear of threats, at least for the time being.

Hyunjin preoccupies himself with keeping an eye on Santiago, since he hasn’t informed his brothers of his earlier discovery.

Not yet,

He thinks to himself.

It wouldn’t make sense yet.

He’s going to allow the rest of you to focus on keeping the group safe from outsiders, and he’ll keep an eye on what’s still going on inside of the circle.

“This feels familiar, we’re a little ahead of schedule.” Santiago remarks as the group emerges into a clearing, his voice carrying a note of contemplation. He scans the expansive darkness that surrounds you all, a boundless expanse that seems to stretch endlessly.

“Always a good thing.” Chan responds with a measured nod. He tests the air with a cautious sniff, drawing conclusions from the scents carried by the breeze. “Nothing’s been here recently but wolves have been through here at one time or another.”

“This spot is heavily populated by rival packs but they’re after each other for the most part.” Santiago explains, shedding light on the dynamics of the land.  “They seek refuge up here so they can transform more often, which also makes them a hell of a lot more feral.” 

“Any hybrids?” Chan asks.

"Hard to determine," Santiago replies, his tone tinged with honesty. The passage you tread now to Abysmora had faded from his memory over the centuries, but its distinct sensations remained etched within him. Elevation shifts and subtle changes in the air characterized your progress.

“According to the plan we’re three hours out, and Santiago says we’re ahead of schedule–”

Jisung's voice interjects, the subtle shift in his tone indicating unease. "Something's off." His words hang in the air, a perplexing statement without further explanation.

“Elaborate?” Felix inquires, the group's formation tightening as Hyunjin positions himself at your side, adding an extra layer of security.

Jisung furrows his brow, struggling to put his intuition into words. "I can't pinpoint it. Whatever I sensed before, it's... gone." His gaze sweeps the surroundings, a mixture of frustration and concern knitting his features.

"Did anyone else feel it?" Santiago poses the question, urging the group to share any similar experiences. He leads the way alongside Chan, the urgency of the journey leaving little room for prolonged discussion.

All shake their heads, their agreement carried in a collective, subtle gesture.

“That doesn’t make Jisung’s sense any less valid.” Felix says, “His abilities aren’t like ours, who knows what he can detect?” 

“Felix is right,” Chan agrees, “Jisung take the front, if you feel it again, let us know.” Chan swaps positions with Jisung, positioning himself on your left side. The pace quickens, and you struggle to keep up. The fatigue from the previous hike lingers, your feet sensitive to every impact on the uneven terrain. Ankle-twisting missteps plague each stride.

"How are you holding up?" Chan asks as he glances at you, adjusting the strap of his bag. The physical toll is evident, and he recognizes the strain you're under.

"Managing," you reply, the words punctuated by breaths. It's a struggle to form coherent sentences and maintain the pace. The aching burn in your limbs and the resistance of your body is met with a determined will. "For now," you add, acknowledging the reality of your physical limitations.

Chan sees right through you, but doesn’t argue back.  He’s been listening to you and the baby’s heartbeat the entire time intermittently focusing on the sounds around him and zeroing in on the inner workings of your body, bringing him an increased sense of determination.  He can tell that, despite how much you were pushing against your limit, you can still go a little further before he has to step in and stop you from burning yourself out.  He might not appreciate this trial by fire approach, but his centuries of existence have taught him the pragmatic necessity of rapid strength-building for the challenges that loom ahead.

“Good news is, this will be our next to last stop.  Just a couple of hours left to go.” Chan announces, his voice projecting a sense of reassurance.

It takes you another hour before you’re riding Chan the rest of the way.  The journey remains relatively uneventful, the absence of looming danger easing your surprise as Chan crouches to place you back on solid ground when you arrive at a quaint log cabin, smoke gracefully rising from its chimney. The dwelling lacks ornate gardens and showcases boarded-up windows, giving it an air of simplicity.

Santiago knocks, and the door opens to reveal a frail, aged man. Thick bifocal lenses adorn his face, but he stands tall, matching Santiago's stature. "A bit early, aren't we? Well, come in, come in. The pack's still out hunting, but you can make yourselves at home." The man guides you inside. The cabin is a single-room haven, devoid of extravagance. A rustic fireplace takes center stage, flanked by a simple couch and a well-worn rocking chair. A small kitchenette occupies a corner, and herbs dangle from the ceiling, in the process of being dried.

"Since you've come this far, an introduction is in order, right? I'm Leo, the last remaining elder of the Equinox clan," he declares, setting the stage for a round of introductions.

Leo reveals a basement chamber, a safe sanctuary for you all to rest. The room isn’t much but a few sleeping bags scattered about, but it offers warmth and security. You gratefully sink onto a sleeping bag, providing solace to your aching muscles. As the others settle in, Felix extracts another book from his belongings, seating himself cross-legged on the floor. He methodically flips through its pages, absorbed in his study.

“How many times are you gonna go through that thing? Most of it is in an entirely different language.” Jisung comments, peeling off his boots and placing them neatly by the entrance.

Felix raises his gaze to meet Jisung's. "Until I find an answer."

“Here you go–”

“The Full Moon is in twelve days, and the cursed aren’t going to be the only ones dealing with its energy.  I’m figuring out how it’ll affect other supes on our way to Abysmora; and even more important, we’ll be right in the crux of it on the way back.” 

Hyunjin stands up, “I’m going outside for a smoke before Dawn.”

He departs without a whisper of resistance, and as the door swings shut behind him, a subtle exchange of glances transpires between Felix and Chan. When Hyunjin resorts to smoking, it serves as an unspoken testament to the mounting pressure of the impending Full Moon. This act, a rarity in recent weeks, signifies a subtle admission of the weight bearing down upon him.

With a gesture towards the backpack nestled at Jisung's side, Chan's voice commands attention, resonating with purpose. "Pass me the salve," he requests, his words carrying a sense of assurance. Jisung complies, leaning in to hand over the salve. Guided by Chan's prompting, you reposition yourself, your legs finding a perch upon his lap. Gently leaning back onto your hands, you set the stage for what comes next.

As the greasy salve graces Chan's palms, a warmth emanates from the friction, exceeding the chill of his own icy skin. This tangible juxtaposition invokes a sensation as soothing as the gradual kneading of the salve into your skin. Instantaneously, pain yields to relief, a sigh of contentment drawn from your lips as his skilled fingers trace soothing circles across your calves and feet.

Curiosity prompts your inquiry, your voice laced with genuine interest. "What's the Equinox clan?" you query, the rhythmic rhythm of his hands continuing their dance upon your skin. The salve's aroma permeates the air, wrapping around your senses as he responds, the knowledge he imparts a captivating narrative.

"The Equinox clan," Chan begins, “are a clan of very old, very powerful wolves.  Purebred too, they don’t mix with vampires.  I thought they died out over a century ago though, didn’t they Felix?” His gaze turns to Felix, a silent prompt for his input.

Felix, engrossed in his tome, surfaces from his reading to contribute.  “A few broke off and started a subclan with hybrids and came back to overthrow the hierarchy, wanting to make it a hybrid only clan.  The rumor was that they died off, but if they’ve moved up here in the mountains, that would explain why nobody knows they still exist. A calculated move, I presume, to safeguard their secrecy.”

Santiago's presence, while seemingly passive, absorbs this exchange. For him, this mission is a final tether to the Lee family, a debt waiting to be settled. The scent of frankincense, however, strikes a peculiar chord, his senses picking up on its distinctive fragrance. A quizzical expression crosses his face as he wipes at his nose, the scent almost invasive.

"Frankincense?" he questions, shielding his nose in response to the intensified scent. A realization dawns upon him as he gazes at the scene unfolding, a bemused smile curving his lips. "Is that...frankincense?" The salve, the vessel of the scent, enters his realization.

Chan offers a knowing smile, casting a brief glance over his shoulder. “Sure is, Jisung makes it special, takes away pain instantly.  She is human, you know.” He says.  Santiago's response is a huff, accompanied by a swift exit, his discomfort palpable. You glance back and forth between them, the intrigue escalating.

"What's the issue with frankincense?" you inquire, genuinely unaware of the implications.

“Its one of a few ingredients that drive demons away.” Jisung says with a chuckle.

“Really? Well, I’m not a witch, I had no idea.” Chan says with a half-hearted shrug that indicates he very much does know the effects frankincense has on demons.

“Its very obvious you two have it out for each other, brother.” Felix, his attention on the banter, interjects, his tone tinged with a mixture of amusement and irony.   “Play nice until we get back home, then you can rip his throat out for all I care.” 

Chan's response is laced with dry humor, delivered amidst his ministrations. "Playing nice isn't exactly my forte," he quips. The application of the salve halts momentarily, his senses detecting a shift in the environment—multiple wolf scents in close proximity. "Seems like his 'pack' has rejoined us. I can detect six of them."

Hyunjin's sudden reappearance through the door startles you, his form settling onto a sleeping bag. His voice, infused with a tinge of disgust, breaks the silence, the momentary break in his stoicism marked by a twisted expression. “I’ll never complain about your scent again, it's so much worse with a purebred.” he remarks, his expression a portrait of unfiltered distaste.

A sudden knock on the hatch followed by it being opened pierces the quiet ambiance.  The sound echoes through the room, catching everyone’s attention.  A woman draped in a hooded cloak comes down the stairs carefully, pushing it back off of her head to reveal eyes as brown as your own, with an echo of familiarity that resonates deeply in your soul.

“Sorry I’m late–” her words begin, a soft-spoken utterance that hangs in the air as her gaze sweeps the room, finally alighting upon you.  Time seems to freeze, the air thickening with anticipation and disbelief.  It’s as if the world narrows down to the two of you, every breath suspended in the charged space between your eyes.

The woman’s gaze, like yours, holds a mirror to your own astonishment.  A moment stretches into eternity as you both drink in the sight of each other.  Trembling, you rise from your spot, your steps unsteady as you approach her.  Each footfall is a heartbeat, a rhythm that echoes the thundering pulse in your chest.  The room fades away, the others mere spectators to a reunion you thought impossible.

“Lyra,” your voice quivers as you utter her name.

She offers a tentative smile, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears as she hugs you. 

Felix’s book remains untouched, forgotten in his hands as he witnesses the poignant encounter.  He’s transported back to the night in the woods, to the wallet and the aged photograph it contained. The recollection of that moment juxtaposes with the reality before him, and a sense of incredulity colors his thoughts.

"It's really you, Y/N," she breathes, her voice a delicate tremor, infused with wonder and disbelief. Her words encapsulate the enormity of this reunion, transcending mere spoken syllables.

Jisung clears his throat, a gentle reminder that reality beckons beyond this ephemeral oasis. Still reeling, you step aside, compelled to make way for words that had been held at bay. "I—I can't believe it," you begin, your voice revealing the lingering traces of scattered thoughts, "I can't believe I'm saying this but—"

"This is my sister."

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[lunaremy]

Bomberfam + Pretty's Death

HEADS UP! This is a really long post.

Back when the house they live in now wasn't built, so they resided in the study area of their creators. White used to be REALLY short, by the way. Black got taller than him and wouldn't stop bragging about it, which is yet another thing they bickered over. Pink was the youngest and looked the most different; her original belt compartment was in the shape of a shooting star, and she utilized the default antennae.

Pretty's kind of a recreational hero - even when White was immature and naive, he still found himself dealing with everyone's antics, including the most experienced hero amongst the group (Pretty). Black rarely spoke to her, and she got along with Pink the best. In fact, she used to outright pamper Pink, and looked forward to seeing her grow up into her own person. Pretty took Pink on all sorts of adventures, most notably taking her to Planet Lalaland for her second birthday. Pretty was essentially the influence for a lot of her habits and hobbies as of R1.

It was a little before this time that Pink made Pretty the locket she refuses to let go of.

Also, it was a couple weeks or so after Pink's chronological 2nd birthday (as she was built to be roughly 7 or 8, mixing up the structure of her two older siblings being 14-15 when they were made) when the accident took place.

PICTURED - shortly after Pretty was scrapped

Pretty was scrapped due to a mishap involving a mission with White and Black on duty as well - it was partially White's shortcomings that indirectly resulted in Pretty's death. He remembers panicking for a second, seeing Black get injured by debris, and hearing Pretty shout something in fear before just...disappearing. I think that indirect sort of situation has to do with why Pretty's death hit him so hard, along with the fact that up until then they'd basically been moving as if they were invincible and it's only now that it's setting in that the things he fights can kill him (or someone he cares about). White's creators found it intriguing how he reacted the way a human would if they had seen their sibling die in combat, basically confirming that their desire to create a more "human" bomberman than Prototype had succeeded but also bringing up the suggestion that it's deeply unethical to keep a living thing in such a state of misery and grief for the sake of their experiments. Due to this moral dilemma, White got a lot of support and comfort from his creators, and he'd later come to recognize them as his "Parents". This also formed the building blocks for his idealistic view of the family.

Same with Black, but he wasn't emotionally hurt so much as he was physically hurt. He'd only heard about Pretty being missing after waking up back at base, and even then, he was just kinda....numb to it. To be honest, he might've been a little too good at hiding his feelings back then. That grief ended up mutating into his overly pretentious attitude and strange way of viewing others and himself. His way of life is overly unhealthy and it honestly might be traced back to the accident as well. I don't think he ever actually let himself think about it.

Pink reacted similarly to White, and at a similar time (as she was not on the mission where Pretty was scrapped, she received the news via White and her creators upon their return home). Although, her age influenced how she reacted, along with her admiration of Pretty. She spent a fair amount of time looking for Pretty at home before recalling that she's been scrapped and isn't coming back. She lost interest in a lot of the hobbies she'd had before Pretty's death, and spent a lot of time nearby White (who still tried to support her despite having a lot on his plate to say the least). As they all grew up, White's newfound desire for justice throughout the universe eventually spread to her in it's own way, and by R1, Pink is oft motivated to help the people around her, even if she has her own quirky way of doing so. The love of crafting she had before Pretty's death eventually manifested in Aqua's love of sewing, which is a fact that she's deeply joyful of.

After Pretty returns, she looks significantly different, with her headpiece missing and her belt compartment being significantly damaged. After a while spent recovering from such an abhorrent physical state, she ended up keeping the belt and lack of a headpiece, deciding that it suited Pink better than it suited her. She's hardly changed compared to herself before the accident, but she's really sorry inside for putting her family through such grief. Hearing about just how strongly White had sobbed after coming home, or how badly Pink had been hurt by her disappearance...it gave her nightmares after she reunited with them. This dies down after a couple of months, though. Pretty has a REALLY fun time connecting with her younger siblings! She's gotten along with Aqua really well thanks to Pink, but she has yet to witness one of her earth-shattering rage fits, so she'll be in for a surprise should something push Aqua over the edge in her presence. She's also a fan of telling her younger siblings stories from the missions that happened before they were born. More specifically, she's fond of telling them about times where White or Black messed up in really embarrassing ways, much to their terror.

#bomberman #super bomberman r #remy's cringeposting #imagine finally seeing your family after being dead for 20 years and the first thing you do is tell your new siblings that their older #brother passed out from social embarassment once or your older brother fell off a cliff into a lake while scolding Black #like. they're mad yes but they missed pretty SO much #and I want them to have more realistic reactions to their sister just straight up dying

[starry-hughes]

when quinn and matthew get into a fight on the ice, sawyer screams at matthew in the tunnels of the building. no one is expecting her to be so upset.

i can just see matty being petty and calling their mother, tattling on sawyer for the things she said.

(& if this is at a time where the tkachuk’s fam are working on their relationship with sawyer)

& chantal is so disappointed in sawyer for saying those things to matt but doesn’t speak a word on matty actions. (bc old habits die hard)

which causes a further distance between everyone. but i lowkey can see jack and luke stepping up as the “older brothers” in a sense of showing sawyer how siblings actually care and love one another.

sawyer has a really rough time with everything and quinn knows it so one day his brothers call and talk to her. even if she’s not talking back and responding, it’s nice for her to hear them joke around.

it’s a hard time because sawyer feels betrayed and upset because matthew was the one who fought quinn and said mean things to quinn on the ice.

#sawyer and quinn

[haitaniapologist]

MY HEART BEATS FOR YOU.

pairings — pirate! hanma shuji x fem!reader.

genre — fluff, medium angst.

warnings — reader is the older sister of hinata and naoto, v*olence, pirate things, a bit of m*sogyny, soft s*x, c*rruption k*nk, enemies to lovers ish, plot twist at the end, a 5 year old kid and a 8 months old baby make an appearance, family problems, d*ddy issues, a br*astfeeding scene.

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT.

word counting — 9.1k

notes — eheheh it's finally here !!! it wasn't supposed to be this long, but i guess old habits die hard. also, the ending is kind linked to my other shuji's works, so give a look at my masterlist if you hadn't read them!!! also, this is a respost, since this app have something against me lmao.

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he thought kidnapping one of his worst enemies' daughter was a good idea.

but if captain shuji hanma knew how much of a brat you, lady y/n tachibana, would be, he would've killed your father in the spotlight instead of seeking revenge on him. 

maybe he was even helping the high commander of the king's army by kidnapping you — your groans and sighs and short words were insufferable, but he couldn't just return you to your family. he wanted your father to suffer, your siblings and mother to weep over the thought of never seeing you again. 

he wanted to destroy the tachibana family, and if that meant needing to deal with you, he would endure your bratty ways.  

but your bitching was so, so infuriating. he wanted to put a tape on your mouth and never hear your voice ever again. it was irritating, and it made him want to pull his hair out of his scalp whenever you directed your attention to him — but what annoyed him the most was when you weren’t talking to him, using your sweet words to lure either keisuke or kazutora to pay attention to you instead of doing their work in the ship.

you were a siren, a siren surrounded by men ready to fall for her voice and trap. 

tetta advised him to kidnap your younger sister, hinata, but shuji knew it was only because of his infatuation to the youngest tachibana lady — in a time that his family was favored by the king, you, him and your sister were childhood friends. but hanma knew that the middle child wasn’t as treasured as the oldest one or the heir, in case you and naoto. but he couldn’t kidnap the heir, too, since your brother had the best guards around his room.

you were the best choice, even though you trashed and squirmed around his hold when he was tying up the ropes around your flimsy nightgown and waiting for chifuyu to take some lady things from your dressing table. hanma shuji could be a kidnapper, a murderer and a thief, but he knew that nobody in his crew had womanly clothes or whatever ladies like to use to pamper themselves. 

but if he knew you would look as amazing as you did wearing an old shirt that belonged to chifuyu, a red long skirt and your hair loose, without all the pompous hairstyles the ladies in the land were using, while flirting with his quartermaster, kazutora hanemiya, he would’ve kidnapped your brother. 

“oi, kazutora!” his screamed for his mate, almost hearing the twitch in tetta’s eye by being interrupted by his captain while he was trying to discuss plans. “could you assist baji in sailing? i don’t think the winds are good today.” 

he could hear, too, the roll of your eyes and pout, but if he needed to watch kazutora almost drooling at the sight of your tits, he would’ve more blood on his hands than necessary. 

“yes, captain!” he heard kazutora screaming back, watching him placing a kiss on your knuckles before running to where keisuke was. he needed to stop having such thoughts about you, but it seemed that your spell managed to hit him, too. hanma would die before admitting that he wanted to be the one you flirted with, because he knew the extent of your hatred towards him. and the captain couldn’t do much, because you were right.

he was the one who took you away from your family and the luxurious life you had. 

“you are hopeless.” he heard kisaki muttering, but his eyes were still glued to your form. you were now looking at the ocean, probably wondering how many miles away you were from land, and if your father’s men were now searching for you. hanma made sure that lord tachibana knew it was him who kidnapped his precious daughter, the future wife of lord wakasa. were you happy that he took you from the miserable life of marrying a man ten years older than you, that preferred to have whores at his side than a wife? 

he gave his first mate one of his signature smiles. “what? don’t tell me you’re feeling sorry for lady y/n.” shuji teased, knowing how much tetta wished it was your sister there rather than you. 

“you know very well lady hinata was the best choice.” 

“for who, my dear tetta? you or my vengeance?” shuji didn’t wait for the younger man to answer, starting to walk in your direction. plans would be discussed at dinner, while you were in your room sulking and not just a few meters away from where the captain and his second in command were. hanma knew you weren’t dumb, and when you were retrieved to the land, you shouldn’t know anything about his plans.

he was the most feared pirate of the seven seas, after all. 

—

you only wished for a few moments of peace, after all, but capitan shuji hanma would never let you have it. “sunshine!” you heard his voice and you instinctively rolled your eyes — it was almost natural for you to rest that way whenever he was close, but hanma didn't to be bothered by your reactions. 

“captain.” you said back, eyes trained in the horizon line. 

you wondered if your father, or even lord wakasa, sent their man to search for you in the sea — you doubt it, of course, since lord wakasa seemed to want to marry any whore but not you, and the fact that you were your father's least favorite child. you didn't resent your siblings, not at all, but in more nights than you could count you went to sleep with wet cheeks, praying that any god who was willing to listen to you, to make your father look down with the same gentle eyes he did to hinata and naoto. 

you felt his presence on your back, his arms caging you between his sturdy chest and the wood of his ship, your eyes now observing his hands — how sin and punishment were beautifully written in black ink, mixed with the pale green of his veins and the bloody red of his knuckles. you wondered if his hands seemed to be as warm as they looked to be, and you dreaded yourself for having such thoughts. 

shuji hanma was everything that you shouldn't desire, yet, he was the embodiment of everything you ever wanted.

but you know what you were to him. you knew that all the flirtatious words, the subtle touches and the winks during dinner time were just a part of his revenge against your father. maybe he just wanted to be the first man you laid with and break your heart, and then return you to your family — as a disgrace. 

your father would probably be overjoyed about such news, but you wouldn't be the one telling him that it would be better if he had kidnapped hinata. 

“today we’ll stop at a city.” the news didn’t make you excited. you wouldn’t leave the ship, of course. you may have more freedom than the prisoners that your father dealt with, not needing to use chains or ropes around your body, being able to walk around freely in the ship’s deck, but you were still one — your chains were invisible, but you could feel them around your body. “i’ll give the boys a free night. they deserve it, don’t you think?” you only nodded, trying not to flush because of the way his lips touched your neck when he told you the news. “we’ll have the ship all for ourselves.” 

that made you nervous. 

what should you expect from that? hanma had always been as respectful as he could be, but he was always under the watchful eye of tetta kisaki, a boy you knew from childhood until your father discovered his parents to be traitors of the crown. king shinichiro and his queen were always kinder than they should've been, and you remembered how your mother rushed into your room in tears to announce the news for you and hinata — how kisaki’s parents died in a carriage accident, and the boy was nowhere to be found. it was a surprise to find him as one of your kidnappers, but you could understand why he wanted revenge on your family. 

but he seemed to keep hanma in his shoes, and spending a whole night without him on the ship made you nervous. 

“aren’t you happy, sunshine?” he asked, putting emphasis on his nickname for you. it used to bother you a lot when you first found yourself inside his ship, but it now brought uninvited butterflies to your stomach. you hoped they could all die with the acid you knew was inside you, but they seemed to revive every time the captain got closer to you. “because i am.” he finished with a kiss to your right cheek, getting away from you with a happy trot, shouting orders to his subordinates. 

you didn’t dare look back to see his reactions, cheeks in flames as if he was prometheus and you were the first human to discover fire. 

you should not, and you would not, fall in love with him. 

— 

night time arrived quicker than you would like, and it was quieter than normal, too. 

you thought that at least one of the boys would be staying. tetta, probably, since you were aware that he didn’t enjoy “mundane” things, such as drinking his ass off and returning to a tavern with a whore hanging by his arm. he never expressed such out loud, but by the way he asked about your little sister was proof enough that he harboured some feelings for her — you would’ve found that cute, but she was already betrothed to lord takemichi, and they were pretty much in love. you envied her in such a way. lord wakasa never batted an eye at you when your father and him were discussing your marriage, and never answered any of the letters you sent him in the beginning.

you sighed, passing a hand on your face to get rid of such thoughts. 

since no one was in the ship besides you and its captain, you knew it wouldn’t be a good idea to lock yourself in your room and only go out when you heard more voices. shuji had the key to your chambers — which used to belong to him, once — and he could enter the room as he liked. and you were hungry, too, and you heard kazutora saying he brought fresh bread and some vegetables from his first trip to the land. the captain wasn’t the best cook, but it was better than nothing. 

you found yourself making your way to the main deck, wearing only the nightgown they stole from your belongings, and a red blanket over your shoulders to protect your modesty and from preventing the wind from making you cold. it was some minutes past dinner time, and you found hanma exactly where you thought he was going to be — putting the table for both you, hair in a messy ponytail and wearing just plain clothing. 

“oh, so the princess finally decided to join me?” he asked in a mocking tone, and you were surprised at how quickly he managed to sense your presence. you knew he was the best pirate in the seven seas, hearing stories about how him and his ship always meant doom whenever they stopped at — but you never thought he would have supernatural abilities too. 

you scoffed. “i am no princess.” you stated, sitting comfortably in one of the two chairs the captain put on display. normally the table would be filled with chairs and laughter and hungry hands in search for food, but tonight it was only you two. it made everything seem more domestic, in a way, and you didn’t know if you liked it or not. 

he smirked, putting the food he cooked on the table. it seemed to be a soup of vegetables and meat, and it had a good scent coming from it. “you’re far more beautiful than princess emma, after all.” 

you cursed yourself for blushing from his words. “did you ever saw her to be speaking such nonsense?” you weren’t as close with the princess as your sister was, but she was kind enough to always spare some kind words in your direction and gift you with the most beautiful jewels and gowns you ever wore — sometimes you even missed them, but your time in the ship made you noticed how heavy they were, both physically and mentally. 

“of course.” he replied while you handed him your plate, watching as the soup filled the stolen ceramic from your house. it wasn’t just you who were stolen — the boys made sure to ravage your family’s state, bringing all kinds of objects, such as ceramics to gold, so they could sell whenever they stopped in a city. “you’re way more beautiful than her, i can assure you.” he winked in your direction, sitting at the end of the table, in your diagonal.

“you are lying.” it was only what you could say before shoving his soup in your mouth, ending the matter. 

hanma chuckled seeing your flustered state, eating calmly in comparison with you. “only if you could see yourself with my eyes, y/n.” you knew he only used your name when he was speaking seriously, and you averted your eyes to your food, not being able to hold the intensity of his gaze. it was the first time you were truly alone with him, without any of the boys surrounding you — without hanma being a captain, without the authority that always followed him like a lost puppy. he seemed different somehow, as if the light of the candle in the table and of the moon had a different effect on him. 

you decided to say nothing, earning a chuckle in return, and you both finished eating in silence. 

you helped the captain to clean the table, still getting used to performing household chores. as the daughter of a duke, you never needed to do anything, always with servants gushing over you and treating you as if you were made of glass — your time as a prisoner made you realize that you were stronger than you believed yourself to be, enjoying doing mundane tasks such as combing your own hair and helping the boys to make the meals.

after everything was cleaned, you found yourself sat again facing the captain of the valhalla ship, a cigarette hanging from his mouth and a set of cards on the table. “do you play?” he asked, his voice an octave lower, as if he was offering you the apple that eve ate. 

you just shook your head. your father would never allow you to learn such an activity — it was only for the men, he used to say. 

“do you want to learn? i’m not just the best captain of the seven seas, no. i’m also their best glamber.” you giggled at his dramatic ways, and shuji smiled at you — it was the first sincere smile he ever gave you, and you almost said he should smile more. it suited him, it made him look the age he was. 

but his smile was pretty as a devil’s one should be.

“i do.” you answered, and his smile grew wider. he always noticed how you would look at him and the boys whenever they were playing, and shuji wondered if someday you would break the ladylike shell society made you grow around yourself.

maybe today was that day, after all.

it was almost like the devils were rolling their dice now, trying to pinpoint exactly when you would give up and give yourself to the man in front of you, while the angels rolled their eyes, knowing they lost another pure soul to the temptations of one of the devil’s spawn. 

—

something changed in your relationship with the captain after that night when he taught you how to play cards, but you couldn't pinpoint what.

it seemed that you were more open to his touching, more open to his flirting — you found yourself spending all your "free" time on his company, his hands always in the small of your back or around your shoulders, as if he was claiming you as his to all the other boys in the ship. it was almost pleasant having someone wanting you that much, so pleasant that you even forgot that he was probably doing that just to return you back to your father not as a maiden anymore, pregnant with his bastard child and an empty promise of seeing him again. 

but even if he did that, you couldn't care less. 

shuji treated you as if you were the most precious gem he ever saw, and it was good — good to be wanted, good to be cared for, good to be heard. it was as if you became the queen of the ship, all the boys knowing that you were off limits now, and a friendship was the only thing they would be able to pursue with you. and they did, and you found on kazutora the friend you've always wanted while growing up.

you told him everything, even your feelings for hanma. it was relieving being able to tell every single thing you felt for the captain, your head resting on kazutora's lap while you poured your heart out. he only chuckled, stroking your hair. it was one of the times you managed to be without shuji trailing behind your skirts, but as soon as you heard his voice calling for you, you were on your feet, promising to kazutora that you would finish your rant after dinner. 

but you never did, because you were once again in shuji's company, laughing and smiling as if you were a little girl.

besides playing cards, the captain also taught you a lot of skills you would never dream of having before — such as fishing, shooting and even what parts of he body was better to kill a man. alongside that, you also grew into the role of the only woman in the ship, sewing the boys’ clothes, making sure they were eating well and drinking water, as well as learning how to cook some things that the ship’s cook didn’t know how to. 

however, as much as you liked to pretend your life was a field of fresh roses, the reality that you were just a tool for shuji to accomplish his revenge became a harsh reality. 

it was a warm night the day you decided to pry in the boys’ meeting. you were forbidden to participate — even if someone never expressed such a prohibition out loud, but just the fact they did the meetings when you were sleeping was enough for you — but as a curious person, you needed to know at least something. it would be easier than sneaking into one of your father’s meetings, as you just needed to leave your room and stay hidden behind a drinking water barrel. 

but you wished you had stayed there, with your imagination. 

at first, they only discussed pirate things — such as what lands to invade, where it was better to stop the ship and have a peaceful night, how they would divide the gold they’ve stolen from the last stop. until a curious question popped up. “do you think you are close to accomplishing your mission, captain?” tetta was the one who asked, and you had a feeling he knew that you were listening to their chat.

you could hear the confusion on hanma’s voice, almost. “why do you ask, tetta?” 

all the boys were silent, and you were sure they could hear how fast and loud your heart was beating inside your ribcage, waiting for hanma’s answer. “just wanted to know. i do not know when we will be able to stop at the kingdom again.” 

“that makes sense.” shuji answered, and you clutched the fabric of your nightgown. “hopefully soon, then. i think just some more weeks until y/n open her legs for me, then we can deliver her back to her father.” 

tears soon blurred your vision, and you bite down on your lip to stop the sobs that were threatening to escape your mouth. deep down, you knew that shuji would never love you like you loved him — his first love was the sea, and she would always have his heart intrinsically intertwined on her hands. you had lost that fight, and you wondered if that was something that you had chances of winning.

you tried to pretend you didn’t know anything, but it was difficult. you tried to put a bit of distance between you and him, but it wasn’t easy. hanma was always in your company, treating you as if he wasn’t just doing that so he could get revenge on your father for god’s knows why, and you needed to pretend your heart didn’t break even more every time he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. your only solace was kazutora’s friendship and the bit of peace you had at night. 

your days passed like that, until you kissed him. 

it wasn’t something you were expecting, only three days after you listened to the boys’ meeting. you thought he would wait a bit more to make his move on you, enjoying the gentlemanly way of “courting” you — you didn’t know his past, but it seemed that he had some influence of the aristocracy on his uprising, due the way he was treating you. it was bolder than the men you were used to, only gentle smiles and some gifts every time they visited. shuji, however, touched you freely, but always managed to have a small gift for you everyday. 

though he never expected to have the same knife he gifted you pressed against his throat. 

old habits die hard, but maybe he had teased you a little too much. he didn’t mean it when he called you “a spoiled papa’s little princess”, but that seemed to ignite inside you a fire he never saw before. your body was caged between his chest and the ship’s prow, wind messing your hair and eyes shining with a fierceness that seemed that you both were the most hated enemies. he wasn’t no better, with his gun pressed to your temple and a smirk on his lips — his gun wasn’t loaded, of course, but the pressure of the knife on his throat was making him pant with something he hasn’t felt in a while. 

desire. luxury.

“can’t handle a bit of teasing, sunshine?” he whispered against your lips, almost touching — but he wanted you to be the first one to give in, and, by your state you were really close to finally doing something he only dreamed about. if things were different and you weren’t a lady, you would already be on his bed, legs over his shoulders and his cock buried inside your cunt. 

you rolled your eyes, applying more pressure to the knife. you didn’t know what prompted you to react that way — maybe the thought of you actually not being treated amorously by your father as he hinted, or maybe the fact that it had been almost two months inside the ship and nobody went to look for you. kazutora told you that you had no ‘missing person’ poster on the streets, just a drawing of shuji labelled as a pirate and a thief. “you are insufferable.” 

“but you love it.” he replied quickly and you groaned, letting the knife fall from your grip so you could cup his face between your hands and press your lips to his. 

shuji didn’t hesitate a second to wrap his arms around your form, gun long forgotten on the ground alongside your knife, his hands squeezing and groping your skin, reading you as if you were a poem he wanted to memorize. the kiss was messy and desperate, as if your mouths were fighting each other, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. his taste was addicting, just like a drug, and you wondered if it wasn’t because of all the cigarettes he smoked when he was bored — but you couldn't get enough of him, and you wished the gods would make you and him become one person. 

but the spell was broken as soon as shuji broke the kiss, his mouth latching itself to your neck and his leg coming between your thighs. 

he had you exactly where he wanted, didn’t he? exactly where he needed to get his revenge on your father. at first, you thought you didn’t care if he managed to have what he wanted and leave you in the dirty — but now? now that your feelings for him were so much deeper and stronger than when you first had such a thought? now that you were so used to living on a ship, that you were sure you couldn’t ever be the lady of the household again? 

now that you couldn’t phantom the idea of living without shuji at your side, even if you knew he didn’t love you? 

you snapped from your thoughts when he bit hard on your neck, something you knew it would leave a bruise on. you weren’t as strong as him, but just a faint push from your hands made him take a few steps from you, a dejected puppy look on his face. “y/n?” he asked, voice small, as soon as he saw the tears in your eyes. 

but deep down, he knew what it was. 

you still had a prejudiced vision of him. you couldn’t believe that shuji was doing that because he loved you, but because of his revenge — which was the least thing inside his mind, now. what would be the best revenge for your father than making you his wife and happy at his side? not returning you pregnant to the kingdom anymore, but having you pregnant with him now, raising a small child at his side and exploring the seas.

he thought he had given you all the signs to show how serious he was about you, but maybe it wasn’t enough. would he ever be enough for you? probably not, as he was no fancy lord, but he still could dream of being happy at your side. 

“i will not let you use me for your sick revenge against my father.” was what you said before you stormed off, going down to your chambers. he couldn’t follow you there, because you would never open the door for him again, and hanma never felt his heart so heavy before — was that the pain of heartbreak? it was too much, as if he had a beast inside his guts from inside out. 

but how did you know he was — really was, because he had dropped such an idea as soon as he saw himself thinking about you more than he should have — trying to use you against your father? was it too obvious? 

but just by looking at tetta’s eyes, he knew what happened. 

he kicked the wood before him, cursing in pain, both physically and mentally. what was he supposed to do? shuji never felt such strong feelings towards someone as the one he held for you, and he was lost. he never loved someone like he loved, only used to fuck and leave the whores in their brothels, or the low-born ladies in their houses, and never thinking about them again. it was so easier before — he was a man married to the sea first, he could never allow himself to get attached to someone who could never think about living in the sea in the first place. but you were getting used to it, and he thought… 

shuji really thought you were the one. 

but he was the one to blame for everything, and now he didn’t know what to do to fix his own mistakes. 

— 

you stayed locked in your room all day. 

even though your stomach was rumbling with hunger, you didn’t have the strength to leave the four walls that protected you even more from heartbreak. it was foolish and you knew that, because in some moment you would need to face the harsh reality of your foolishness, but you preferred to ignore your own health than to face shuji again. 

every time you thought about leaving your room, not hearing any footsteps or voices near the room’s corridor,you heard his voice — softly pleading that you left your room, because you needed to eat and maybe you two could talk. you didn’t even need to look at him, he said after a while, just accept the food he made for you. but shuji was met with silence and the faint sound of your sobs, of course, because you didn’t know if you would ever be able to look at him again without feeling the most painful pain you ever did in your life.

it was something ugly and blue, something that you never found describe in the romance books you once read — it was tearing apart your heart in paper cuts, as if shuji was using the knife he gave you to make them on you. 

you didn’t know how many hours you spent crying, or how you did manage to sleep through your tears, but you woke up hearing gunshots and screams above you. tetta and shuji, and even kazutora, always told you that you should stay in your chambers whenever they were under attack — even if that never happened in your almost six months time in the ship — but what the enemies were screaming got your attention. 

“lord masato tachibana is ordering the return of all his stolen property or your head, captain hanma!” 

masato tachibana was your father. were their men there to rescue you, too? 

you should try your luck. you would never be able to live happily now, not after having the biggest heartbreak someone could have, but everything was better than to live seeing hanma and knowing what he wanted to do with you. maybe you could even find happiness with lord wakasa, a man that you didn’t love and could never — because he didn’t have black and blond hair and amber eyes, and his name wasn’t shuji hanma. 

but it was better than to have to look at his amber eyes and know the love in them was just a lie. 

the ship was shaking from the battle and from the pouring rain that was cursing such a situation, but you still managed to climb to the deck, eyes scanning the battle in front of you. the boys were fiercely fighting against your father’s men, sword against sword, sometimes a gun there. curses were being shot by both parties, and you noticed that baji was bleeding on your stomach area. even though you were worried about him, your eyes quickly scanned once more the deck, finding hanma fighting a man you knew very well who he was — one of your father's most trusted advisors, lord rintaro. 

you knew it would be difficult to reach them, but you could try — what harm could happen if you treated something that was once heaven to you, for hell? 

“lord rintaro!” you screamed from where you were, gaining the attention of those who were close to you. they stopped fighting, recognizing you even though you were soaking wet. “it is me, lady y/n!” you noticed how hanma froze in his place, eyes pleading for you to shut up and return to your chambers. but he didn’t have such a right anymore, not when the only thing he could think about was using you. 

you rushed to where they were, trying to avoid the still fighting men as best as you could. you received a few cuts and slaps, but you didn’t care — rintato and shuji were still fighting, but it seemed like hanma had lost his spark. when your eyes first landed on him, he was fighting like you always heard him to be: skilled and dangerous, his movements always a surprise to his opponent. but now, it seemed as if he had given up, and your heart almost broke in half again seeing your father’s advisor managing to stab him on his shoulder.

shuji fell on the ground exactly when you arrived where he was. that was it, he thought, that would be the last time he would ever see you. he was ready to die — he couldn't bear the idea of you marrying a man that didn’t love like he did, bear the thought of never seeing you again. his plan had backfired, after all. 

your father managed to make his life even more miserable. 

“lord rintaro!” you pleaded, putting your body in front of him and the older man. “do not hurt him even more. he might have kidnapped me, but captain hanma was always kind to me.” how could you still be like that? shuji expected you to order his death as soon as you had the opportunity, but you still pleaded for his life. 

but the lord just sneered. “why would i listen to a bastard’s words?” he spat, and you froze in your place, hearting falling to your stomach. what was he saying? “the captain here did a favor to lord masato, getting rid of his wife’s bastard and, for that, he asked me to give him a peaceful death.” 

that couldn't be true, could it? lord rintaro was just making up lies, lies for making it easier for you the fact that your father didn’t want you back — but, if you thought about your childhood and the way your father treated you, it made sense. you didn’t look like him or even like your mother, like naoto and hinata, and she always said that you resembled your great-grandmother. you never paid much attention to that, because not looking like them never bothered you, but your siblings were always more loved than you, by both parents. you didn't have the prestige an older sister was supposed to have in your family, such things always destined to hinata, and your needs were always pushed back. even your marriage proposal was something chosen to humiliate you. 

you never tried to understand why, but it now made sense. your whole life was a lie, and you didn’t know what hurt the most — the fact that your family wasn’t your family, or the fact that you weren’t loved by your parents because of something that wasn’t your fault. 

while you dwelled in your thoughts, you didn’t notice lord rintaro taking his gun from his belt, only noticing the gravity of the situation when its barrel was pressed against your forehead. “we were never here to rescue you, foolish woman.” he explained, a sinister smile on his face. the rain made it difficult for you to hear or see what was happening around you, but at least you would die surrounded by people that cared for you. “i will be granted with the highest honors by killing such a disgrace as you. he gave you a sinister smile. “or i can make you my personal whore, what do you think, captain?” he put pressure on the gun’s barrel, the act bringing you back to reality once more.  

you whimpered, closing your eyes, accepting your death with open arms — it was the best option. what was there for you to have now? you didn’t have a family anymore, the man you loved only wanted to use you as a tool, and now you weren’t even useful to him. 

maybe it was better to die. 

you heard a gunshot and you opened your eyes, seeing the blood coming from rintaro’s head. you burst into tears, shuji’s arms around your form as soon as the first tear fell down your cheeks, his voice screaming instructions to his men. you just stood there, limp around his warmth, feeling his blood staining your blouse until he held your face between his hands. 

shuji’s heart broke even more seeing the emptiness of your eyes. but before he could say anything to soothe your pain, your hands gripped his forearms. “you are hurt.” it’s what you said, tugging him to follow you. 

and he did, not before spatting at the man you called rintaro. 

—

shuji didn't know how you managed to bring him to your chambers, with all the fighting still going up on the deck. he ordered the boys to kill every single one of your father's men and then take everything of value from their ship, before sinking it. everyone was up and well, despite some blood stains his eyes managed to see through the pouring rain. 

it was almost like he blinked and he was inside the safety of the room that once belonged to him, your smaller hands pushing him to sit on the bed, despite the fact he was drenched and would wet the mattress and the blankets. he watched your form while you took the few medical supplies you had — the ship would need to stop at a city so he could get proper treatment, but you learned some things that could be useful. 

“can you take your shirt off, captain?” it hurt not being called by his given name, or even surname by you, but he thought he deserved that. he would miss your honey dripping voice calling his name so beautifully, as if by just muttering some syllables you were the salvation he always desired. but because of him your life did a 180 degrees turn, and for the worst, so he would never blame you if you could never call him that again. even not in his wildest dreams he would imagine that you were a bastard, and not the firstborn child of lord and lady tachibana. 

but that didn't change anything. shuji's heart would always beat for you, and only for you. 

he nodded, opening the last buttons of his white shirt, wincing when the fabric was lifted from his skin, and he could see the worry shining on your eyes. it was better than the empty look they carried when that lord gave you the news about your true heritage — hanma would do anything to not see such a thing in your eyes again. they were always full of life and kindness, a contrast with his own amber pair. 

as soon as he discarded his shirt on the floor, you started your work, soft hands pouring alcohol on his skin and cleaning the wound. 

but shuji could tell that you were doing everything you could to not break in tears and sobs. 

he encircled one of his arms around your waist, bringing your body closer to his, resting his head on your chest. it was the closest of a hug he could give you at the moment. “it’s alright, sunshine. you can cry around me.” he tried to console you, but he never knew such a thing. his parents were taken away from him too quickly, yes, but they were still his parents. he could never imagine that his father wasn't his own father, that his siblings weren’t his full siblings.

“i do not want to cry for something that was never my fault.” you replied, softly, voice not above a whisper. your hands were still treating his wound, cleaning and applying pressure to make sure the bleeding would stop. shuji hummed, and it was what you needed to let some tears fall from your eyes. he seemed to notice the slight shake of your body, embracing you even harder, free hand rubbing soothing circles on the small of your back. you head fell into his hair, and you closed your eyes. 

he didn’t urge you to say anything, respecting your time. 

“i am… i am so a-angry, shuji.” you managed to say through sobs, lifting your head from his hair to not soak it even more. you found his amber eyes already looking at you. “my father treated me horribly.” you admitted, finishing tieing a cloth around his shoulder. it was the best you could make before he visited a doctor. as soon as his right arm was free, he wrapped it around your middle, bringing you to rest on his lap. it was the most intimate you have been with a man, especially one who was shirtless, but you weren’t a lady anymore — you didn’t need to have any scruples. “i never understood why. my sis— hinata, she was always the apple of his eye. always getting the best things, the best opportunities. she was a better option to kidnap than me.” you tried to smile at him, but shuji could see all the pain you always carried with yourself. 

he shook his head in denial. “no, never. she would be the best option for tetta, but for me?” punishment came to rest on your jaw, holding it so he could look at your glossy eyes. “i always knew you were the best. the best for me, sunshine.” 

shuji smirked when he noticed the way your eyes travelled to his lips then to his eyes again, but before he could claim what was his once more, it seemed that you had more to speak. “you will not be able to achieve your revenge using me, shuji. you did lord masato a favor for kidnapping his wife’s bastard.” just by the way that you know spoke so lowly of yourself, shuji knew his revenge had changed. he would kill the one you once called father, and he didn’t care for the consequences. 

“i’ve given up on such an idea as soon as you smiled at me, princess.” he admitted, chuckling when your eyes widened. “you heard tetta’s question in the last meeting, didn’t you?” you sheepishly nodded, trying to avert your eyes to anywhere but him, but hanma’s hand on your jaw didn’t let you look at anything else. “i can guarantee you that i didn’t want to do it anymore. use you, i mean, because the revenge plan will have some modifications now.” he stroked your cheek while you nodded and he thought it was his cue to kiss you, but as soon as he ducked his head to get closer to yours, you put a finger on his lips. 

shuji groaned while you giggled. 

“but why? why do you want revenge on the tachibanas?” 

it was a question that troubled you since he kidnapped you for the first time, but if he wasn’t comfortable saying his reasons now, you would respect him. revenge was something that always had ulterior motives, and you knew it wasn’t just because your father deemed shuji and the valhalla crew as traitors of the kingdom — his revenge had roots deeper than that, and you knew just by the ways he used to achieve it.

“your father— i mean, lord masato, killed my parents. as well as tetta’s, too.” he confessed, punishment letting go of your jaw so he could nuzzle his face on the crook of your neck. they were painful memories, memories that he wished he never needed to go through. your hand soon found his hair. “my father was a rising knight, a good friend of king makoto.” you have all your answers now. you knew how lord masato did everything in his reach to achieve what he wanted — killing someone was the least that you knew he was capable of. 

“i am sorry, shuji.” 

he had cried all his tears when he was just a little boy, but your kind words and hands on his hair was enough to bring a few more to his eyes. it was a sensation that he hadn’t felt in so long, the burning and itching in his eyes — he even used to joke about how his tear ducts were broken and dry, now. but he knew he wasn’t just crying because of his parents, far from it. 

shuji thought you were going to leave him, and he couldn’t think of such an immeasurable pain as that. 

he felt your lips kissing the crown of his head and he let out a breathy laugh. “if… if that man was there to take you back to your family, would you say yes?” he knew the answer — of course you would say yes, especially after what transpired between you two in the morning. 

“i do not know.” you answered, hands find their place to rest on his shoulders, bringing him impossibly closer. “i just know that i would be miserable without you. you broke my heart, shuji, but it’s still yours.” you confessed and he lifted his head, looking at you with big and glossy golden eyes. he looked like a puppy, a dejected puppy that was searching for someone to take him. “and i do not think i am still suitable to be a lady of a household. the sea welcomed me like no one else did.” 

the smile he gave you could rival the stars that shined in the sky when the moon decided to grace the earth, and you were so lucky — because that smile was for you. 

“what would you say if we stopped at the nearest city and i find a priest to marry us?” 

you felt your cheeks heating up. “first you need to find a doctor, because i will not marry a man that can die from a wound that easily.” you giggled when he pouted, softly pressing your lips against his. but hanma was a wild card and you knew it, and despite an injured shoulder, he managed to put under him on the mattress, hovering over you with a boyish grin on his face.

“are you saying you’ll marry me, then?” he asked, eyes shimmering with hope and love — and lust too, as far as you could tell. you were still soaked, white shirt now not hiding anything from his hungry eyes. his wandering hand grazed over one of your nipples, touch as soft as a ghost, and you whimpered. “what do you say, sunshine? i’ll only continue depending on your answer.”

“gods above, shuji. do you think i would say no? i have always been yours. ” you replied, hands bringing him closer to your face so you could kiss him. you felt him smirking, sin — the hand on the side that was hurt — already undoing the buttons of your blouse. 

as soon as your chest was exposed to him you felt the urge to cover yourself, shame already dancing inside your mind. what if that was still his plan? what if the fact that you were a bastard didn’t change anything? he could send you back to your family either way, because nobody, except lord masato and your mother, knew about your true heritage. but his words soothed all the poisoned thoughts in your head. “are you sure you want to do this, princess? we’ll be married by tomorrow night, i can wait.” 

you could wait as well, but the unfamiliar ache between your legs and the desire to be his in ways nobody else was, spoke louder. “please, shuji.” you whispered against his lips, pressing butterfly kisses to his cheekbones. “make me yours now.” 

it was all he needed to hear. as soon as the last syllable left your lips his head travelled south, pressing kisses and sucking in your untouched skin — the thought of being the first to see you like that made shuji’s cock heavier inside his pants, but he wanted to take his time with you before indulging on his desires. 

and he did. oh, how he did. 

he coaxed orgasm after orgasm from you, first using his fingers and then his tongue. by the time he buried his cock inside your warm cunt, you were already a babbling and drooling mess because of him. shuji tried to be slow and soft with you, trying to be considerate because that was your first time being so intimate with a man, and it was the best choice he had — he was used to being rough and fast with the whores he had slept with before, and he never knew what he was missing from having such an intimate moment with someone he loved. the soft praises, the touches of your shaking hands, the pleasure dancing in your eyes. he would murder everyone with two walking legs if another person saw you like that, if your loving hands touched another person as you were doing with him. 

shuji finished the night filling your womb with his cum twice, despite his aching shoulder — but he couldn’t stop himself. not when you asked so nicely if he could finish inside you, or how good your walls were sucking him up. your cunt was the best his cock had ever experienced, and he knew you had ruined him for anyone else.

as if he would need them now. 

he cleaned you up as best as he could, not used to after care, making sure to change the blankets of the mattress, lighting the fire inside the room and changing your clothes. as much as he wanted to cuddle you until you both fell asleep together, he still had his duties as a captain to fulfill — he needed to see if his boys were alright, and what treasures they would have after plunder lord masato’s ship. 

shuji left with a kiss on your forehead and the promise of coming back to your arms as soon as he could. 

despite your sleepy foggy brain, you still could hear the boys’ cheers when he told them the news of your marriage. 

—

“that’s how mama and papa met, sweetheart.” you finished the story with a smile, your daughter jumping in your lap as soon as the words left your lips. 

shinobu glanced at you with her big blue-green eyes, a puzzled look on her face. “mama, this doesn’t make sense.” she said accusatively, her small arms gripping your shirt. “papa isn’t a pirate, and you don’t have a sister! where was uncle chifuyu in the story?” she pouted at the absence of her dear uncle on her bedtime story, and you controlled yourself to not squeeze her. 

but you could never tell her how you and shuji met. it wasn’t a beautiful story — you had lost your first love two months before, still grieving about his premature death when you first found sitting in the stairs of a church in the last hours of christmas. someday she would know the truth, she would know why her mama had a photo of her, her uncle and an unfamiliar man on her bedside, why she was always sad on halloween. but not at five years old. 

“who said papa wasn’t a pirate, shin?” you teased her, kissing her cheeks before picking her up from the ground. “and as for mama’s family in the story, don’t worry, okay? they aren’t real.” they were, of course, but your daughter also didn’t need to know that they were one of your best friends and her brother, both now dead, alongside her father. it was purely for the love story you were telling her — because you didn’t know if you could portray your relationship with your brother without bursting into tears. 

mikey was dead, yes, but that won’t ever ease the pain in your chest, the emptiness you felt whenever you remembered you were a big sister without a little brother. 

you tucked your daughter under her blankets, whispering a song that your mother used to sing to you and chifuyu whenever you two were giving her a hard time going to sleep, watching as she fought with sleep. you almost giggled at how she was doing everything to not close her eyes, but shinobu gave up as soon as your hand started to caress her black and blonde locks — a courtesy of her father, who bleached her hair when she was just four and never asked yo go back to her natural color —, eyes closing at the same time you gave her a forehead kiss. 

you stayed a few more minutes watching her sleeping form, leaving her room as silently as you could. 

you smiled hearing the faint sound of your favorite music playing down the hall, walking towards your son’s room. 

you opened the door, poking your head inside it, your smile growing bigger at the same time you acknowledge what was happening — a shirtless shuji was in the middle of the room, holding his eight-month-old son while he danced with him at the tune of your favorite song, punishment rubbing circles on the little boy’s back. it seemed that chifuyu had the same problem as his older sister, always fighting with sleep. you could see he was tired, but the giggles leaving his mouth were still loud and lively. 

“look who’s here!” shuji exclaimed, turning his body towards your direction. chifuyu started to make grabby hands as soon as he noticed his mama was inside his room, and you promptly picked him up, nuzzling his small body on your chest, while shuji’s arms encircled your waist. 

he kissed your cheek tenderly, rocking you back and forth, to see this action could make his son sleep. “i think he’s hungry.” you whispered, putting the strap of your nightgown down and freeing one of your breasts to feed your youngest son. 

shuji watched with loving eyes the scene in front of him, pressing soft kisses to your skin while chifuyu finished his midnight snack. as soon as he burped, the little boy was already fast asleep in your arms. “i can do everything for him, but unfortunately i can’t give him milk from my boobs.” you giggled as you passed your son to his dad’s arms, adjusting your nightgown back to its place. 

you and shuji kissed chifuyu’s forehead before closing the door of his room. 

“a pirate, huh?” your husband teased you, his hands back again at your waist and his head nuzzled on the crook of your neck while you tried to walk to your shared room with him. 

“you were listening to shin’s bedtime story?” you asked, dumbfounded, wigrilling away from his touch. 

shuji chuckled. “you are always so creative. this one was my favorite, princess.” 

you groaned, dodging his arms that were trying to hold you once more. you weren’t embarrassed, but sometimes you didn’t want to hear the stories you came up with to make shinobu entertained before sleep graced her. you and shuji had been king and maid, mermaid and prince, and now lady and pirate. it was hard having an imperative five-year-old in your home. 

“oh?” you asked, allowing your husband’s warmth to engulf you. “think you can make me feel the pleasure lady y/n had when she and captain shuji had their first time together?” you teased, kissing his jaw silently. 

shuji only smirked. “you don't need to ask, princess.”

#hanma shuji x reader #hanma shuji #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #tokrev x reader #shuji hanma x reader #shuji hanma

[charkyzombicorn]

God au

Imagine if a cult was founded by a crazy follower of Jinbe who believed all devil fruit users must be drowned in order to be cleansed of there evil.

Know imagine if this cult leader and her followers kidnapped three of the roger kids (Circé Finn buggy) and beat sharnks within an inch of his life.

How badly would roger Rayleigh and the rest of the roger pirates react

Firstly: A.

Secondly: Jimbe supremacists are almost always fishmen so either the Oro Jackson is in/around Fishman island or they're in a small Fishman colony outside that area (Arlong maybe)

Thirdly: AAAAAAAAAAA

Fourthly: Since Circe is 10ish years older than Buggy n Shanks, that would mean I'm making Circe 18~, Buggy n Shanks 8 and Finn 6. Circe is very capable so she can be trusted on her own and watching her younger siblings when the rest of the crew is visiting an island with stuff Rayleigh really doesn't want to explain to the two 8 and the 6 year old. So, Circe ended up babysitting one time and took them all to the next island over because it was habited but it seemed like a farm town more than anything. Circe's got haki while Shanks is still working on his and Buggy and Finn don't have theirs yet, but observation haki only works when you can think. This cult knows their shit, they're not great fighters for fishmen but funnily enough really loud sound waves can affect people much more when they can't drown them out by diving into water. Their ship gets blasted with enough sound to make Circe's ears bleed while the fishmen are chilling underwater, then they break the boat from underneath while the kids are all on the ground covering their ears, and once they've got them underwater they're captured.

Fifthly: The cult can't just kill the devilfruit users, you don't make more followers with lame ass rituals, so they tie them all up underwater while none of them can fight back except Shanks (but Shanks is 8 and they might not be fighters but they're fishmen so they just wait for him to run out of steam [by steam I mean air]). They take them back to the island and put the three devilfruit users on display and just throw Shanks in a back room because they don't know what to do with him. Shanks gets out of his binds with a knife Buggy and him had been stealing from eachother for the last month, manages to kill one guy before he gets hit hard in the head because his hearing is still shot so his already not-great haki is now basically hindsight. He gets beat up pretty bad, the cult leaders really liked that guy he killed. They leave Shanks to die of his wounds (definitely enough to die from, but Shanks is a freak of nature) in the street in the town made of Fishman-supremacist Jimbe-worshipping cult nutjobs to spit on him and add insult to injury.

Sixthly: When the crew rolls up and sees Shanks just lying there you best believe they lock down the entire town until they find the other three, Buggy and Finn are in a tank half full of seawater, Buggy's barely standing but he's keeping Finn on his shoulders so she isn't touching the water more, and Circe's about to get waterboarded, so Roger and Rayleigh break the glass tank, stab the ones about to hurt Circe and burn the village down <3

Seventhly: This incident is the only solid evidence the WG has abt how cruel Roger is, the picture of the burnt island is featured on every article about how terrible he is

#one piece #myths & gods au #Circe just Cannot catch a break #Finn doesn't remember this happening and no one will remind her