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elisaphoenix13 · 2 years

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Walking An Unwanted Mile (Or Just Thirty Steps)

Tony was almost afraid to open his eyes. He was convinced that he had died in his sleep and fell down into hell because heat surrounded him. It was like a blanket wrapped tightly around him that he couldn't escape from…and now they were using their pitchforks. He didn't even think that was actually a thing in hell but here he was getting the full exper–

There was a snore.

Tony felt like he knew that snore. Low and cat like, directly in his ear…but it wasn't Stephen. He was definitely in hell. The sorcerer didn't spoon him, and especially not like this. He did the spooning. So Tony was even more convinced that he had fallen into hell.

Or at least a hell like dimension. Maybe he pissed off his wife by kicking him in his sleep or something. That wouldn't be so far fetched. Stephen liked uninterrupted sleep when their bed wasn't occupied by their children or other Avengers with their own nightmares.

Something was still rubbing Tony the wrong way about his situation though. The wrong parts of his body hurt first of all. His neck and wrist burned with a passion and the heat enveloping him wasn't helping matters. That damn pitchfork was ba–

Then it all clicked when Tony finally opened his eyes and found himself staring into the eyes of a tiger.

Tony had never scrambled out of bed so fast. Which took some effort because Quill was practically sleeping on top of him and Tony had to push him off to escape. The sudden movement jolted the god out of sleep and Tony had to grab something to cover himself because he realized that he was in the buff.

Fortunately there had at least been a pillow.

"What are you doing in my bed?!" Tony nearly screeches, making Quill stumble out of the bed himself and make Flynn fall to the floor with a surprised yelp. He couldn't help but look down because the god had been in his own birthday suit and his immediate thought was how has Scott not been turned inside out?!

"What are you freaking out about?!" Quill asks, not bothering to cover himself and making Tony avert his gaze.

"You're in my bed!"

"It's our bed!

"I don't remember sharing a bed with a god that has the body heat to make hell envious!"

A full three seconds of silence passed as Quill stared at him, and then finally, "...Tony?"

"Yeah! Who did you think you were stabbing with the Loch Ness monster?! Which brings me to my next question…how is your husband alive?!" As he ranted, Quill finally had the decency to cover himself long enough to get into some sweatpants. "And for the third time–"

Tony was interrupted by Quill walking over to him and placing his hand over his mouth to silence him. Without saying a word, he leads him to the bathroom and removes his hand. Before Tony could say anything though, he caught his reflection and froze.

Scott was staring back at him.

Well that explained why his neck and wrist hurt. As well as–

"Oh God please tell me you cleaned up after destroying him." Tony winces.

"...uhh…"

"Get me clothes right now." Tony says immediately before shoving Quill out of the bathroom and closing the door.

"Oh come on! I've seen every inch of that body!" Quill sighs.

"Well it's currently mine so you get to live without it!" Tony calls through the door. "I swear if you put one finger on me while I'm in Scott's body…"

"So…what? Gotta go find your body and kiss it good morning?" Quill huffs.

"You do and my wife will make you sleep for a century." Tony winces when his throat flares up. "Damn. Is this what Scott deals with on a daily basis? I thought my arm was bad."

Tony hears some shuffling before the bathroom door cracks open to allow the god to pass him some clothes and he takes them with a mumbled thank you. He closes the door again to get dressed, having to take his time since both his neck and wrist flared up with each passing second. He barely got his pants on before he had to stop and try to push through the pain so he could button and zip up. The pain didn't pass in any small amount though. It was constant and raging and possibly only getting worse…and Tony was honestly borderline ready to cry from it.

His arm had its own flare-ups like this but somehow that paled in comparison to what Scott dealt with on a regular basis. Tony could deal with the wrist, but the neck? Any future movement he made, he was afraid his head would fall off. The smallest twinge made everything else hurt like hell.

It was no wonder Quill was going out to space less and less.

Tony attempted to get the god's attention by calling out for him, but the simple action of opening his mouth sent searing hot pain through him and all he could manage was a whimper. Clearly a noise that Quill was accustomed to because the bathroom door opened seconds later and the celestial was rushing over with his light already in his hands. In the next second, there was relief. Cool and blissful. Tony hadn't even realized his shoulders were hunched until the pain ebbed away enough for him to think straight.

"How many bad days does he have?" Tony manages to mumble.

"The more accurate question here would be how many good days has he had." Quill sighs. "You okay now?"

"I'm better." Tony admits before finally grabbing his shirt and putting it on. "We better get upstairs so Duchess can fix this."

"It's really weird to hear you call him that in Scott's voice."

Tony, of course, took that opportunity to speak in Italian and say things he would say that Scott wouldn't…and watching the celestial squirm. He was enjoying the fact that he could make the hairs on Quill's neck stand on end from something as simple as calling Stephen his tesoro. Flynn and Emir had followed out of curiosity, but he was willing to bet that the tiger knew he wasn't Scott and simply wanted to find his master. Which he did when he and Quill made it up to the penthouse and Emir promptly walked over to him and rubbed along his legs like he was nothing more than a house cat.

Looking at himself standing in the kitchen with Stephen was starting to rub him the wrong way too. There was an enormous difference between a reflection and real life.

"Why are you blushing?!" Tony demands when he sees the pink in his cheeks.

"Nothing happened I swear!" Scott defends immediately while Stephen coughs uncomfortably. "He came onto me and I pushed him off!"

Tony blinked. "One of the rare times Stephanie wakes me up with the promise of a good time is when the universe decided to swap our bodies?! How did this even happen anyway?"

"I believe it was caused by the pendant I had yesterday." Stephen finally says. "Besides myself, only the two of you touched it after I told you not to."

"How come only me and Tony switched bodies?" Scott wonders.

"Because I protect myself with magic before I handle artifacts I know nothing about." Stephen says flatly. "The good news is that I can fix this. Just give me a few minutes to get ready."

With that, Stephen left the kitchen to make his way into Tony's office where some of his sorcery books were stored, and Quill groaned loudly in relief.

"I'm glad. You have no idea how much self control I'm using not to touch right now."

Scott, in Tony's body, smirked. "How was your good morning Tony?"

"Bite me Lang." Tony grits out before holding up his hand. "No I'm sure Quill already does that which brings up my previous question. How are you still in one piece?"

"Wait…you two didn't actually–"

"Hell no!" Quill shudders.

"No, but I was very enthusiastically poked and prodded." Tony grunts out. "And the heat! I was sure I died and went to hell!"

Scott shrugged. "I like it."

"You two are weird."

Stephen comes back moments later with a book in his hand and he approaches them. "Alright. All you need to do is face each other and hold hands."

Tony huffs. "Do we have to?"

"Not if you want to Scooby-Doo this crap and have all four of us switch bodies until we're the way we're supposed to be." Stephen responds dryly.

Tony definitely didn't want to go through that. He'd seen that scene once while the kids were watching it one day and it wasn't something on his to do list. It was bad enough having to experience Scott's pain…and soreness from the night previous. He wasn't looking to try out Quill's body too. Knowing his luck, he would accidentally destroy the earth when he had no inclination of how to control the celestial's powers.

Now Stephen's body on the other hand…

"You may feel a pinch but otherwise it should be painless." Stephen suddenly says.

That was all the warning he got before he felt like he was being sucked into a vortex. Everything warped and blurred for a moment and in the next…nothing. He felt tethered again. Tony dared to crack an eye open and exhaled with relief when he found himself looking at Scott. And not a reflection.

"If I never go through that again, it will be too soon." Tony says as he drops Scott's hands. The younger man finally braved opening one of his own eyes before slumping with relief.

Quill wasted no time in gathering Scott in his arms while Tony turned his attention to Stephen as the sorcerer closed his book. With a smile, he steps closer and gently grips his chin to place a kiss on his lips.

"Thank you and good morning Duchess." Tony smirks. "I'm offended that you would so easily crawl into bed with Sc–" Stephen immediately smacks the side of his head with a scowl and Tony chuckles. "You know I'm only kidding tesoro. But I am traumatized now. Should we revisit your earlier attempt to seduce me so I can get the Loch Ness monster out of my head?"

Scott snickers and Stephen looks at Tony with a raised eyebrow.

"I don't think I want to know." Stephen mutters.

"Oh, to answer your question…the fountain of youth." Quill cackles and Tony cringes.

"Oh. Gross. Sorry I asked. Honey, let's go upstairs before the baby wakes up. We can do it in the closet for all I care." Tony pleads.

Stephen finally chuckles and grabs the front of Tony's shirt to start leading him back upstairs to their room. Tony heard Scott say something about his ass still hurting before their bedroom door closed and he shuddered at the thought that he could have possibly been a victim to the beast between Quill's legs.

"Duchess?"

"Hmm?" Stephen hums as he moves closer to kiss him.

"Have you ever wanted to…you know…switch?"

"Nope. I'm perfectly happy being lazy and pampered." The sorcerer chuckles. "I do everything around here so I'd much rather lay back and let you do most of the work. If not all of it."

"I never thought I would be so relieved to hear you say that."

"Well after your traumatizing experience…" Stephen starts to tease before Tony covers his mouth.

"Just march yourself into the closet so I can tie you up with some scarves." Tony huffs fondly before smiling wickedly. "Maybe I'll gag you too. We don't want to wake up Lulu after all."

Stephen could only answer with a soft moan.

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l1teraryangel · 1 year

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In Another Life (Ch. 6)

“You’ve got to be fucking shitting me.”

Bakura and Touzoku-Ou glared, limbs twitching with spite and violent thoughts, as they stood in front of mirror images of themselves. The latter pair looked bemused and disoriented, which made sense since they were mere mortals and had just gone through a portal to another realm. Was there not such a pre-established sense of loathing for the doppelgangers, some of the realm residents might have felt sympathy.

The identical pairs faced off, eyeing each other in distrust, and Kek nudged his world’s Bakura. “I mean, not to make light of this fiasco, but you guys could totally take fucking yourself to a whole new level. Imagine the possibilities.”

“Not the time, Ishtar!” snapped the white-haired male, refusing to remove his poisonous death stare from the mortal versions of himself and his lover. “Make yourself useful and check on Yanushi. The spell obviously worked if we managed to grab these assholes, too.”

Behind them, Malik called, “Me and Yugi are already on it. Kek, keep an eye on those two troublemakers.”

“The ones we like or the ones we hate on principle?”

Malik rolled his eyes. “You’re a smart cookie. Figure it out.”

Setting aside his jokes, Kek took up a spot beside the tomb-robber pair, matching their hateful stares. Since they were mortal, the doppelgangers couldn’t do much, but he definitely did not trust them not to try and pull shit.

Yugi motioned for his other half to follow suit. “You too, Atem. We heard enough about those guys to know what sort of people they are. You all need to be watching them.”

Happy to comply, Atem stepped to the opposite side of the local pair as Kek.

The other Bakura and Touzoku-Ou, while certainly baffled, hid their emotions well. They kept their body language and expressions confident, in control, at ease. They didn’t need to understand what was happening to know their incomparable teamwork and poker faces were crucial at the moment.

“Uh… Guys?” Yugi’s voice, meeker than it had been in years, reached out. “I know we have an issue with your evil twins, but we have a whole new one over here, too.”

Touzoku-Ou dared to peer over his shoulder, secure enough in having Kek, Atem, and Bakura watching the doppelgangers. “Is Rohi alright?”

Two lavender eyes joined his, and voice wavering, Malik replied, “Ryou’s body is fine, but the spell only brought the other Ryou’s body through. Our Ryou’s soul isn’t here.”

Gritting his teeth, Bakura pinched the bridge of his nose, his thumb and pointer finger massaging the corners of his eyes. “Let me reiterate: you have got to be fucking shitting me.”

“Malik is not in fact shitting you.” Other Ryou stepped forward, watchful of his world’s Bakura and Touzoku-Ou. Said pair noticed him at last, a glint of interest in each of their eyes. “Geez, I really was hoping Yugi would be right. But I’m not surprised to see you bastards broke out.”

Other Bakura’s eye twitched. “What are you talking about? We’ve been with you most of the day.”

“Haha, no. You wish. You’ve been with their Ryou.” He angled his head towards his much-preferred version of Bakura and Touzoku-Ou. “Poor guy has my sympathies for dealing with you on my behalf. Meanwhile, I’ve been here, wondering why I got stuck with two assholes and he got these charmers. I could actually fall in love with them.”

The growls emanating from the doppelgangers’ throats rippled through the room. Whether it was jealousy or anger at being spoken to in such a disrespectful manner…

In spite of his argument, a sparkling grin curved Ryou’s lips, and he bumped Touzoku-Ou with his hip. “I am back in my own body, for what that’s worth, so your Ryou has a empty slot ready for him.”

“No offense, little one,” Touzoku-Ou sighed, kneading circles into his temples. “But you getting sent back or being returned to your body was very much the secondary objective. We could have done that any time. We want our Ryou back where he’s safe.”

Other Ryou continued grinning. “Hey, you guys are the magic experts. You tell me how you managed to fuck up this badly. I mean, look at the trash you dragged in.” Other Bakura and Touzoku-Ou’s eyes narrowed. “Yeah, that was in reference to you two. God, if I never had to see your faces again…”

“You, uh, might have had a hard time with that even if they didn’t come through,” Atem chuckled.

“You know what I mean. These idiots are actually starting to grow on me, as opposed to them.” A scornful, flippant wave towards his fellow other-realmers accompanied by a scrunched up nose conveyed Ryou’s feelings quite clearly. Another set of growling ensued.

Other Touzoku-Ou stepped forward. “You would do well to drop the attitude, little mouse.”

Posture stiffening, Touzoku-Ou placed his arm in front of the other Ryou and stared into two eyes identical to his own. “I could say the same to you.”

Bakura joined his lover in sheltering Other Ryou. “You two are way outmatched here. If you value your souls, you’ll stay right there, away from everyone.”

Other Ryou giggled behind them, catching both sets of men’s attention. “You might say… They should behave, right?”

Though his words lost meaning on his guardians, the anger, thick enough to be tangible, poured off the doppelgangers. Other Bakura snapped first.

“You little fucking bitch! When I get my hands on you—”

His body lurched beyond Other Touzoku-Ou’s, only a centimeter passed the established boundary, but it was more than enough. Heka, enraged and protective, crashed into their bodies and sent them flying into the wall behind them. Taken aback by the turn of events, the doppelgangers could only glare both at their Ryou and the now-glowing versions of themselves.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you. We’re similar enough that you should believe our threats,” Bakura sniggered as he and Touzoku-Ou moved forward, arms outstretched with magic surging from their fingertips.

Following behind them, relaxed despite the burst of tension, Kek stretched his arms behind his head. “To be fair, they are true to you guys in that they don’t listen.”

With his free hand, Bakura slapped the blonde’s shoulder, actually drawing a yelp from his fellow yami, although it likely came from surprise more than pain. “I’m not in the mood for jokes.”

The magic forces holding the two other-realmers to the wall disappeared suddenly, dropping their bodies like dolls. While Bakura and Touzoku-Ou blinked, confused by the loss of their magic, Atem elaborated from behind them.

“I know you would love to kill them, but it would be a waste of your magic.”

“Gods damn you, Pharaoh!” Bakura swore and clenched his fists at his sides. “You just can’t resist butting in, can you? How dare you override our powers like that with your fucking ‘godking’ bullshit!”

Sighing and shaking his head, Atem moved in line with them. “What you two, not to mention Kek and I, used pulling them here plus the first time you reached out to Ryou… Your bodies are drained. You haven’t used this much magic in a long time. You might collapse if you keep at this, and then who knows how long it will take for you to bring Ryou home?”

His words deflated them, and the silver-haired men cast their eyes down to the floor. Ashen bangs covering his stubborn eyes, Touzoku-Ou retorted, “Fine. Have it your way, Mr. King.”

“If it boosts your moods any,” Other Ryou chirped while cozying up to his protectors, “that was incredibly sexy. I might swoon. If you ever want another Ryou in the mix, hit me up.”

Two glares shot his way simultaneously with two half-hearted chuckles responding to his words. Bakura ruffled Ryou’s hair affectionately while Touzoku-Ou patted his shoulder.

“Very funny,” Bakura mumbled through a yawn. “While I hate to go along with what the pharaoh’s wishes, I guess we should get some sleep.” His eyes darkened. “We don’t want to keep Ryou waiting… Wherever he is.”

Touzoku-Ou nodded and looked at Atem and Kek. “Are you two keeping watch, then?”

The golden-haired yami opened his mouth, but his lighter half shoved his shoulder. “No, these two are tired, too, so they are going to get some rest. Yugi and I are more than capable of keeping those guys in line. They’ve seen now that they are out of their league, so if they’re any sort of smart, they’ll stay passive.”

Four frowns spread across the darker halves. In his best Pharaoh voice, Atem started, “I think it would be better if—”

From over the shoulder, Yugi snuck his hand in and pinched Atem’s cheek. “Nope. Malik’s right, and you need to follow your own advice. You four are the magic powerhouses. Ryou needs you to bring him home. Malik and I have enough heka to prevent any mishaps.”

The silver-haired men of the group glanced over at their lover’s body, vacant and unmoving save for the small breaths. Malik followed their eyes and smiled.

“We’ll protect him and, if anything happens or we need some backup, you two will be the first ones we call.”

Kek gaped at his other half. “Hey!”

“For Ryou, okay? You can be first back-up if I’m ever lost in some other world.”

Other Ryou, giving one last cocky smirk to his fellow other-realmers, sauntered towards the door. “I think my body could use a nap, too. Feels like I had a stress migraine recently. No shock there.”

Not entirely convinced yet too exhausted to fight, Bakura and Touzoku-Ou followed him out, a pouty Kek right at their heels. Atem beckoned Yugi over and whispered something in his ear, acknowledged by a swift nod, before calmly pursuing the other men.

Having watched the excitement unfold, Isis stood from her spot beside Ryou’s comatose body and folded a freshly dampened cloth over his head. She walked with evident purpose to the door and explained over her shoulder, “I’ll be joining Rishid in researching while everyone is resting. If you need anything…”

“We got it, Sis,” Malik laughed, shooing her off. “Go motherhen our brother instead.”

The room fell silent with so many of the occupants now gone. Other Bakura and Touzoku-Ou stumbled to their feet, visibly shaken and outraged by their humiliation. As promised, Yugi and Malik settled into some chairs, intentionally positioning themselves between the helpless Ryou and the deadly doppelgangers.

Fleeting hushed whispers passed between their cupped hands, and then Yugi broke the weighty silence by directing a question at the other-realmers. “What’s the last thing that happened with Ryou? Why did you come through and not him?”

The men scoffed at him, and the alternate Bakura jeered, “Why should we tell you anything, little Yugi? Do you know what you are where we’re from? Atem’s bitch, his personal sex toy. In other words… Nothing.”

“A personal sex toy, huh? That’s some kinky roleplay material. Thanks for the idea.”

Their brows furrowed, but Malik choked on air when he burst out laughing. “Fucking Ra, Mutou, you can’t say shit like that out of the blue. Ah, you caught me off-guard and made me break character before I even started!”

Laughing alongside his friend, Yugi apologized, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I know we’re supposed to be doing the bad cop-good cop thing, but roleplay is always Ryou’s thing. I’m not good at it… At least not outside the bedroom.”

“Maybe Ryou can give you some pointers.”

Touzoku-Ou curled his lip into a snarl. “You think this is a joke? If you think we’re going to play nice, you’re wrong. You and your ‘friends’ can threaten us all you like, we aren’t cooperating.”

Beaming confidently, Malik leaned back in his seat. “That’s not really our way of playing the game, right, Yugi?”

“Nope! I bet there is one way we could all see eye to eye for a bit, though.”

Rolling his eyes, Bakura busied himself with dusting off his clothing, an obvious effort to feign disinterest. Although he spoke casually, Malik and Yugi heard a tiny bit of curiosity in his words.

“What, pray tell, do you precious brats have to offer us?”

Smile replaced by a devious grin, Malik clapped his hands together and waggled his eyebrows. “Information, gentlemen. I bet you’re real confused. Wanna know what the fuck is going on?”

Yugi continued, “So do we. Tell us what happened with our Ryou, and we’ll tell you all we can about what’s going on. We’ll even throw in some information about this strange world you’ve landed in so you know exactly how outmatched you are.”

The duos exchanged studious, distrustful, and otherwise unimpressed looks. After a long pause, Touzoku-Ou verbally sealed their deal with a vague, “Go on.”

“You first.”

Chuckling and smirking at each other like the suggestion made their day, Other Bakura and Touzoku-Ou shook their heads, egotistical expressions grating on the two lights’ nerves.

Malik tutted and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. “You really don’t know how to let go of control, do you? Whatever, be that way. We’ll tell you a little, and then you can tell us something.”

The killers sank down and leisurely rested on the wall without the slightest break in their smugness. Bakura cooed insincerely sweet, “By all means, boys, let’s hear it.”

Thoughtful quiet rose between them. With a glance at Malik, Yugi began, “Let’s start with the biggest elephant in the room. Not sure how much you’ve figured out, but you’re in an alternate realm of sorts where magic exists.”

Two synchronized snorts mocked his info, so he crossed his arms and fixed them with a glare. “Would you let me finish? Gods give me strength. So, magic exists here, obviously not in your world. We’re not sure what happened, but this morning, our Ryou’s soul was ripped from his body. And — again, we’re not sure why or how — it displaced the Ryou you know’s soul. Basically, they swapped places.”

“And now,” Malik added in, nervously twisting a lock of flaxen hair around his finger, “we somehow pulled you two and your Ryou’s body into our world while our Ryou’s soul is somewhere…” He waved vaguely around his body. “Wandering around, I guess.”

“Hm… Is he always so compliant?” Thrown off by the question the Other Bakura posed, Malik and Yugi blinked at him, wordless. “Are you stupid? Do you not understand the speech coming out of my mouth? Touzoku-Ou, am I speaking in a foreign language?”

His partner chortled and graced him with a wink. “Not at all, Bakura. These two must simply be morons.”

An ironic chuckle escaped Malik’s lips. “Gods above, you two might actually be bigger assholes than our Bakura and Touzoku-Ou. I didn’t think that was possible, but you make them look practically holy.”

Straightening up, gaiety removed from his features, Touzoku-Ou growled at them. “Answer his question.”

Yugi rotated his gaze from Malik to the doppelgangers. “Compliant… Is Ryou always compliant? I mean… No? Kinda? He’s sweet, for sure, happy to help people.”

“Oh, sweetest guy in the world,” Malik agreed, a fondness seeping into his voice. “I mean, Yugi’s probably got him beat on the day-to-day, but there’s something about Ryou…” Snorting laughs from Yugi caught his attention. “What?”

“Nothing. It’s cute that, even though you’re with Kek now, you can’t help gushing over Ryou.”

“H-He’s… A great guy. And my best friend. Shut up, Mutou. You still give me and him both puppy-eyes every so often, too. Don’t think I don’t notice!”

“That’s… different! You two are my friends! I have a lot of affection for you. Platonic affection.”

“Uh-huh. Totally not cause I have a great ass and he’s an ethereal angel. But my point is—”

“Would you two…!” Bakura bellowed and slammed his head into his hands. “Kindly shut the fuck up?! I asked a simple question. All I wanted was a simple answer.”

Sheepish, Yugi replied, “Uh, so yes and no. Ryou’s not a pushover, if that’s what you are asking.”

Malik grumbled before once again jumping in. “He’s also not stupid, so if he was going along with you two, it’s definitely because he figured you out, not because he was being ‘compliant.’ He’s an expert at mediating and sweet talking so long as his temper doesn’t get in the way.”

Their responses seemed to please the killers, if their attentive eyes were an indication. Yugi fanned his face in an attempt to cool the heat painting his cheeks, though his violet eyes lingered on the other Bakura and Touzoku-Ou.

“Your turn.”

Lips curled like a Chesire grin, each of the men leaned forward. Touzoku-Ou led the conversation.

“Our turn to share? Mm, where to start? So many exciting things happened today.”

Scathing lavender irises burrowing into them, Malik tapped his foot. “We don’t care about anything that doesn’t involve Ryou. We just want to know what you put him through today and what happened right before you intercepted the spell to bring him home.”

Bakura rested his elbow on his knee and cupped his face in his palm. His eyes twinkled despite the fading daylight outside.

“Don’t worry, precious pets. We won’t spare one detail.”

They wriggled with corrupt pleasure while recalling their phone call with Ryou, practically gushing over how nervous he sounded, the subtle telltale signs of his anxiety sneaking through his voice. Bakura’s hungry eyes fixated on nothing in particular while he described vividly the taste of Ryou’s flesh, both from the bite he took at the apartment and the kiss they shared at the hotel. Touzoku-Ou’s voice became laced with heated desire as he discussed the talk he had with Ryou after pulling him from the closet and the gory mess said man made of their shared toy. As they promised, no detail was spared from the moment they called to when Ryou passed out.

Yugi paled the longer they went on. “Y-You kissed him?”

Malik trembled with rage. “Fuck that. You hurt him? You forced him to hurt someone else?”

“Mm,” Bakura moaned and touched his lips, happy to reminisce on the experience. “We did, though I’m not sure how forced it was. He was a fucking natural.”

Touzoku-Ou closed his eyes, a dreamy expression decorating his features. “So sweet. So obedient. So… sexy. Fuck, our game of Night Surgeon was…”

Nodding, Bakura tugged his partner closer by his shirt. “I wanted to take him right then and there. Thinking about it gets me so hard. What I wouldn’t give to have him right here…”

“Struggling underneath us.” Touzoku-Ou nipped at the other’s lips. “Begging, for mercy or for more.”

“Either works. I bet that one’s a real freak, though. Bet he likes it rough.” Bakura unbuttoned Touzoku-Ou’s shirt, one button at a time, dragging finger down the other’s chest.

“Imagine him crying as we spit-roasted him. Face red, hair messy, eyes pleading for us to fuck him harder, deeper, faster…”

Their bodies tumbled together as they fell over. “Think he could take both of us at the same time?”

“Ah, fuuuuuuck, that would be… We could carve our names on him. We could make him ours, just like the first time.”

“What about—”

Malik chucked the nearest thing — his chair — which whacked Bakura so hard the man cried out. “Enough, you fucking freaks! What in the absolute fucking hell is wrong with you?!”

Their heads turned, slow and menacing, towards him, their eyes like potent venom. For a moment, Yugi and Malik froze, sweat pooling on their foreheads. In sync, the two killers rose to their feet, never allowing their eyes to wander.

Yugi, swallowing his jitters, reminded them, “Wouldn’t do anything stupid if I was you.”

Touzoku-Ou’s mouth turned upwards. “What ever do you mean? Are you… scared of us, Yugi?”

Upper lip twitching between a snarl and a smirk, Bakura ground out, “You should be after having the nerve to hurt me. Give me one reason not to rip both of your throats out with my teeth.”

Malik stiffened, but he spoke evenly. “You want us to throw you against the wall like earlier? Better yet, want me to call Kek and Atem in here? They’ll make what you do look like child’s play.”

Hugging himself, Yugi nodded. “Or we could tell Bakura and Touzoku-Ou what you did to their Ryou.” He pictured their reactions and shivered. “That image scares me. Not you two.”

“I wouldn’t want to be you when they hear about the shit you put him through,” Malik added in agreement. “Had you simply kissed him, touched him… That would be bad enough. But you hurt him. Scared him. Tormented him all while having the nerve to look exactly like them.”

The last part’s meaning did not make it through to the doppelgangers, but Yugi understood. How many months upon months of effort had Bakura put in to try and win Ryou’s trust? To earn his forgiveness? If he knew this lookalike created fear in Ryou’s heart, he might resort to a level of darkness and depravity no one had seen in a long time until justice was dealt. And Touzoku-Ou, despite not having the same history with Ryou, would be enraged by the idea of someone possibly disrupting his new family and home.

“Those two,” Bakura sneered, stepping forward with abandon, “seem like pussies. So they have magic. Big deal. I bet they’re the type to hesitate if you put a knife to their lover’s throat.”

His partner followed him, stepping just as deliberately, eyes lighting with the same sadistic joy. “What would they do, you think, if we held Ryou hostage? Think they might cry? Beg? Offer to take his place?”

“Stop moving!” Malik’s hand shot up, golden light shimmering along the curve of his skin. “Last warning!”

Mimicking the blonde, Yugi’s palm sparked with purple and crimson arches of energy. “One more step, and we’ll call for the others.”

The men stopped, leers upon their faces, and Bakura leaned on Touzoku-Ou’s shoulder. Eyes transfixed on the magic-wielding duo, Bakura whispered something in his partner’s ear, earning a malicious chuckle, while wrapping an arm around his waist.

“Gods dammit, move back!” Malik instructed, his patience ebbing. “Now, or else I’ll—”

Then, like a snake striking its prey, a blade struck his outreached hand. The magic radiating around his skin shielded him from the knife lodging into his palm, but the gash left behind by the blade gushed blood. A pained cry tore through Malik’s throat.

In his panic, Yugi lowered his hand and moved to his friend. “Malik! Are you—”

Something heavy and solid knocked him to the ground. A pair of hands squeezed his throat tightly, too tight for a single scream to escape. Through blurry eyes and disoriented focus, Yugi saw Touzoku-Ou’s face smirking down at him. Beside him, he heard Malik smack into the ground and scramble to fight back. Instead, Bakura’s laugh bounced off the walls of the room.

“Not so tough after all, huh, you little punks? I do prefer a more... bloody death, but I suppose this will do.”

Yugi clawed at the hands crushing his throat, bits of magic coiling around his flailing limbs, but Touzoku-Ou’s grip persisted. Oxygen failing fast, Yugi attempted to probe his mind link with Atem.

He barely felt the other stir when a very different dark’s voice roared from the doorway, “Get your fucking hands off my dominant half!”

Rather than magic, a body flung into Other Bakura, launching both him and his attacker far from Malik. Through gasping breaths, Malik threw a pulse of magic at Touzoku-Ou, knocking him loose enough for Yugi to crawl free. The short man expected his attacker to come after him and Malik, but to his surprise, Touzoku-Ou’s attention jumped to his partner pinned under a fuming Kek.

The gray-haired man tackled Kek away from Bakura, who sputtered and coughed blood from his mouth. A river of blood ran down his nose, over his pale lips, and dribbled to the floor. The other-realmer only had a moment to recover before Malik, as pissed as his darker half, slammed into him and resumed the beatdown.

“Motherfucker!” The sandy blonde swore, pummeling Bakura’s face despite the broken skin tearing on his own knuckles. “You just couldn’t help yourselves, huh? Is that how you two operate? Catch people off-guard to overwhelm them until they can’t fight back?”

The two fistfights mirrored one another, Yugi noticed. Kek straddled Touzoku-Ou, both fists flying, while Malik did the same to Bakura. Drawing in a deep breath, though his wrecked throat scolded him for doing so, Yugi channeled his mind link to call Atem in. He doubted words alone would be able to stop the tombkeeper pair from killing the other-realmers.

His darker half’s response was fast enough, thankfully; Atem rushed in and immediately separated the two duos with magic. Yugi focused his magic on drawing a protective circle around the beaten, bloody Bakura and Touzoku-Ou, who glared at him the whole time in spite of their defeat and Atem’s magical paralysis.

Malik and Kek shouted swears in every language they knew, squirming against Atem’s hold on them. Yugi ignored Malik’s furious requests that he stop drawing the circle, for him to allow the blondes to “give the bastards what they deserve.”

When at last the circle was constructed, Yugi stepped back and sank down beside Ryou’s bed, rubbing his discolored throat. Atem released Malik, who grumpily dropped to the ground, and Kek, who spun around to shove the pharaoh into the wall.

“The fuck, Kingling?! Didn’t you see what they did to your light? You should want them dead as much as me!”

Without a drop of sincerity, Malik laughed. “And you two haven’t even heard the shit they pulled on our Ryou.”

Sighing, Yugi muttered, “I knew it. That’s why you jumped in.”

Malik glared and climbed to his feet. “Damn right, and don’t you act so high and mighty, Mutou. I was holding back while we had them under control, but of course I wanted to kill them! You heard the way they talked about tormenting Ryou! You saw very clearly how they felt over it! Those two are sickos, not an ounce of humanity!”

Bakura spat a glob of blood and spit outside the circle, eyeing the glowing perimeter now surrounding him and his partner. “Cry me a river. The way you acted? You aren’t some innocent, wide-eyed schoolboy either. I might even be impressed if I didn’t want to carve your heart out of your body right now.”

Touzoku-Ou ran a finger over his bruised cheekbone and down to his split lip. “This Kek might be a pushover for Blondie, but he fights as well as our Kek.”

“You two should be grateful Mr. King stopped me, or you’d be dead!” Kek snarled, abandoning Atem with a shove and moving to fuss over his other half. He massaged his hands over the forming bruises, but his touch stopped when he realized Malik had gone silent. “Albi?”

A shadow hid Malik’s eyes from view, and Kek moved to brush his hair out of his face. Before he could, the other shrank away and raced out of the room. Kek dutifully followed, a frightened expression crossing his face, and shut the door behind him.

Like Yugi before, Atem sighed. “They need a break from these two, for everyone’s sake. I’ll sit in here with you, Aibou. Unless…” His crimson eyes examined the hand-shaped bruises tucked behind Yugi’s shirt collar. “You should ask Isis to heal that for you.”

“Hm.” Yugi shrugged. “I think I’m fine. Maybe I’ll ask her later.”

“There could be internal damage.”

Contemplating Atem instead of his words, Yugi questioned, “Why do you want me out of the room? What are you planning?”

Atem smiled, the utmost affection lacing his words. ��You know me well enough that it isn’t anything bad. I just want to speak with our guests.”

Said guests responded to the statement with a guffaw. Touzoku-Ou bellowed through his belly-shaking laughter, “I can’t believe this world! You’re all such pussies!”

On his back, kicking his feet, Bakura agreed, “Cowed by these little brats, bending over to be fucked, and for what? What control do these brats have over you?”

Through his calm facade, Atem’s voice carried an edge only discernible to Yugi’s ears. “If you must know, it’s not control they have over us. It’s love.”

The other-realmers howled more, pounding the floor with fists and feet as their bodies spasmed uncontrollably. Eyebrow twitching, Atem returned his attention to Yugi.

“Aibou, go check with Isis about getting healed. And, I suppose, ask her if she would heal these two in the morning. Malik and Kek did a number on them, but they do deserve to suffer a bit longer. We can take responsibility after a good night’s sleep.”

Yugi scrunched his nose. “Responsibility, huh? If we must, we must... Fine, but watch out for any of the others sneaking in here. I’m sure Kek would love to finish what he started.”

“I’ll be mindful,” Atem chortled and pressed a chaste kiss to Yugi’s forehead. “Now, please, go. Your voice is hoarse from the injury, and every time you talk, I find it harder not to undo your beautifully crafted circle.”

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‘Where the hell am I.’

Ryou couldn’t summon any emotion even for his mind’s voice. Mentally drained, physically (spiritually?) exhausted, all he wanted was to be held by his Bakura and his Touzoku-Ou. Instead, as far as he could see, a white abyss spanned, pure and mute.

Why wasn’t he back in his body? He knew his lovers reached him, felt the alien realm toss him back towards home, and swore for a second… Bakura and Touzoku-Ou’s faces were a breath away. Something happened, though. Like hitting a wall, his soul crashed to a stop and fell back into nothing until Touzoku-Ou’s godlike physique and Bakura’s ghostly beauty disappeared from sight.

‘This isn’t fair… I was so close… I could have kissed them. Could have hugged their necks, held onto their clothes for dear life.’

If souls were able to cry, he’d curl up and bawl right there in the emptiness. Anguish twisted inside him, and all he could do was float like a child’s balloon released into the atmosphere. Nothing stood out because nothing was what surrounded him. Ryou recognized pieces of his sanity already abandoning the mind, remembered the sensation from the days he spent trapped in the shadows thanks to Kek.

‘This isn’t the shadows, though. It’s warmer. Maddening, but it doesn’t feel like death. Maybe I can find my way back to my body from here.’

No sooner had the thought crossed his mind did a door breach the white space. Its gray, textured surface, though dull, drew him in like a beacon. Paddling the air, he swam and dove for the door, his long fingers catching the silver doorknob eagerly.

Tethered and secure, his body regained a sort of gravity. His feet descended and touched the invisible ground. With a slow inhale, Ryou shoved his shoulder into the door responsible for anchoring him. Silent, it swung open and sucked him inside.

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The setting is in an office, an entire wall made of glass so that you were able to see out into the entire city below. It feels dream like, our movements so slow but deliberate. You are dressed in a suit, so clean cut and put together. You smelt so welcoming, I could taste it as the scent crept back into my throat. I wanted to inhale you. I wanted to consume you. I don’t remember what I was wearing. It was light, skimpy, revealing. I dripped with the the needy sensation of touch, intimate and passionate. The office space is obscure, everything is so blurry because all I can focus on is you. Your details, your being. I wanted to take all of you in forever because I can never seem to get enough. I clung so closely to you, rubbing every inch of myself against you. How close could I get to you? I wanted us to feel like one. I kept my face so close to yours and my hands entangled in your coils so deeply that I felt like I could never take my hands out. My lips were sloppy and wet. Your lips were so soft and firm. Your lips have always made me wet my panties. Even in my dreams I am so focused on your beautiful lips. Your hands roam my body, grasping for love and obsession with every handful of flesh. You wanted me as much as I wanted you and it drove me completely insane. I want you to hear me, I wanted you to feel the same pleasure I felt under your loving palms. My lips felt boiling hot against your ear as I whimpered, just for you to hear. I love feeling your cock twitch against me when I do something you love. That feeling is the best high I could ever experience. I want to make you throb for me just at the thought of my lust for you. I moan your name in your ear in a pathetic whine and grind my little mound against you like an animal in heat. I wanted you so bad I couldn’t behave, and you loved that. You became feral, so hungry for the deep love I felt for you to be so shameless. You quickly turned me around and bent me over, my bare ass and dripping lips vulnerable to the air. Vulnerable to you. Bent over in front of you we both stood facing this large window, the outer environments barely blurs in our vision. You wanted people to see. You wanted to have people see what was yours and not theirs. You still were wearing the suit, but quickly undid your belt and zipper. I looked back at you to see you pulling down your pants just enough to expose your cock. The sight of you stroking yourself to get harder made the saliva drip from my lips. I always want to put my mouth around your dick at the first sight of it. But you quickly reminded me that you had other plans, as you grabbed a handful of my hair and teased my soaking wet pussy with your throbbing penis. I wanted you so bad and you knew it, you loved when I dripped for you. It made you even hungrier knowing that you didn’t even have to play with me to get me wet and ready to be fucked, just looking at you and feeling you warm lips on my skin sends me into a frenzy. I feel my heart beat in my pussy, my knees buckle, my nipples suddenly feel so much more sensitive. I am always ready to love you with all of my being at any moment. You still tease me with your cock, my whines last longer and I squirm and the feeling of your head catching against my entrance. I needed you inside me. You read my mind and you pulled my hair back as you plunged inside me, causing me to scream with ecstasy as you continue to smash into my hips and stretch my back. You pressed me up against the glass continuing to ram inside me over and over again. You called me dirty names as your balls slapped my throbbing little clit every time you plunged your dick into me. You dirty little whore. You like when people watch you don’t you? You want people to see me dump my nuts into your pussy until I’m dripping out of you? I wanted you to say these things to me. I want to be your possession in those moments, your little toy you use to get off to. I want to serve you and make you feel pleasure that you’ve never experienced before. I want you to want me so bad you can never keep your hands off of me.

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365lasochraide · 1 year

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smile, boys

This sonds like yuor about to take a group picture with the shams xD

smile: do you prefer soft kisses or making out?

Why not both? I belive their all presious parts of being with some body, just different moods. ^_^

boys: what’s your favourite thing about dating boys

That is a very togh question to ask a bisexual XD If were sticing to the all-ages aspects: my experince dating boys is quiet aventuros, some how I feel as if I can be a tad more relcess, sillier even, around them. On the other hand not many men are in toch wih their deeper feelings but the ones who are make it such a lovly experence to share those heart felt moments, it's like were breching some notably private terirtory together while also defying wha society expects of us. It feels liberting and tender at once, and its diferent from breking defined rols with women becase when I'm with a man we both undesand it at a deep personal level. Not that once is beter than the other their simply differ experences.

And then tehre are the phisical aspecs of course. I absolutely adore the way a mans masels show under his skin, and how his neck can be soft and rogh at the same time, and I deeply apreciate all curvs in the human body no mater if their sharp and anglar or soft and harmnous. Furter more there is just some thing about the way men were longer hair isnt there? :)

#Oh! also smiles!#I love all smiles and that incuds those wide boysh miles that you only see men do hehehe

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alcohol2tears · 2 years

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a year ago

Its crazy how much difference a year makes. That is if time is real, i feel like I've stopped aging. As weird as that sounds. Not that i feel stuck but that Im at place where I no longer worry about my future or whats gonna happen tomorrow, as if the timing of my life has no meaning anymore. A year ago i was deeply reaching for anything to make me feel alive and now as i take my drives in the morning the view of the sunrise is enough for me to feel thankful for opening my eyes that morning. When i stopped searching for the reasons to keep living to keep going , everything became a reason. I was gripping a relationship that i had convinced myself was something i would never experience again, and my life would never expereance a "love" of that level, but what i was really searching for was to feel that love i was so freely giving out to those to didn't deserve it instead of giving that to myself, to my mind to my body to those around me who show me unconditional love in times i felt as if i had nothing. And once i realized the only person who was ever going to love me as much as i love others was me. In those months of learning how to heal my mind and heal my pain i was gifted in so many ways, in experiences where i was reunited with a man i had met 5 years ago and would only ever often dream of being able to be together with him, telling myself " wouldn't it be crazy if...." and little did i know in those 5 years i was manifesting exactly that for myself. And little did i know it would be my greatest blessing. I wrote a list to myself 6 months before i met him of everything i wanted and dreamed of in a partner and he meets everything on that list and he was in my life all along. I have never felt so free to be like this in my life and we are states apart in different time zones , yet nothing matters , no distance or time zone matters. We spend hours upon hours talking and face timing and its easiest thing i have done. Nothing will compare to the reassurance i feel from this man daily, nothing will compare to the size of his heart and the weird ways to share the same thoughts and the same feelings. After all of the struggle i lived the last year of my life i never saw this coming i never saw myself being able to give such an effortless love and receive the same back. I write these entries to myself and to get things off my mind , to be able to remember the pain and love behind these messages. Im completely living my life in the best worry free effortless way because this has shown me when you allow the universe to have full control of your life incredible things happen , when doors close its for a reason. i lost friendships i thought would last forever , i went through a phase of abusing my body and giving myself away so feely and it was all for this everything always leads to a new oath a new beginning. I am lucky in love, i am lucky in life. i am lucky i am blessed and highly favored. Im so excited for the journey of my life, to be wife a mom a daughter a sister to enter seasons of my life that i am unaware of but i trust the universe to continue to show me HOW GOOD IT GETS. everyday. <3

#manifest your reality #i love him #lucky in love #thankful #era: universe

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thegreatestale · 4 years

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I was in Sephora when I heard “every time we touch” and I swear my mind flashed to every anime/cartoon AMV from like 2009 that used that song. It felt like an out of body experience.

#everytime we touch #fanfic #anime #cartoon #couples #shipping #amv #romance #kiribaku #tododeku #klance #powerpuff girls #rowdyruff boys #yuri on ice #victurri #it felt like an out of body experence #lmao

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vulearanger · 3 years

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How boys met their future S/O, spending time with them and confessed them. Part 2. DonatelloXReader.

Warning: a little bit smut. Like, really a little bit.

Donatello

How you met? Huh, we-e-ell, that's interesting story. You're April's/Casey's friend and your duo always liked to have some problems on your butts. But this time the Foot Clan catch you, and turtle boys had to rescue you.

You were saparated with your friend, hurted a little bit, and Donatello found you first. April/Casey told you when she/he was drunk about unusual friends, and you wasn't so surprised to see a giant mutant turtle. The purple guy firstly checked your injuries, that wasn't so bad, but he easily took your body in his arms and carried you away.

He looked pretty slim, but his muscles were impressive. Don was so concentrated on the mission to get you out of here. Plus, from the cornor you were looking at him he looked pretty hot. M-m-m~

Ok, but when this stuff ended, he become more shy then you thought. But that wasn't a problem for you. You felt that there is something about this what you wanted to study.

"Well, handsome, I'm Y/N", - you held out your hand to him, a blush appeared on boy's cheeks, but he shook your hand. "D-donatello...". Well, kinda like that.

Donatello always spends his free time in his lab, we all know it. But when you appeared in his life, what confused him incredibly, his time spending changed a little bit.

You were sincere interested in him, in his hobbies and experements. Donnie liked that, but also were surprised, cause you're a human, more extravert, you liked parties with your friends and, as you told him, you're a humanitarian.

Lately the connection became stronger. Donnie trusted you and was sure you two good friends, but the others watched after you, and your communication was more like flirt, so Raph started teasing you guys.

Genius didn't thought about it much. You just shared with him stories about your exs, listend to him, when he was upset because of his brothers, that sometimes didn't appreciated his help.

Well, conversation wasn't the only one way you had fun. Of course he was making a video games party only for you two. Yeah, that was the thing. Drinks, games, shooters, some chips, popcorn and, of course, cuddling. An innocent cuddling with you, when you sitting on his lap or between hin legs.

Yet still he felt at those moments something. Well, obviously, is was nice, yet still he held himself in control and thought it would soonly end.

But he was wrong. The desire to touch you was growing. And every time when you get closer to him his heart started beating faster, and his imagination played cruelly woth him...

And you had to stop in the lair for a few days, cause unexpectedly the owner needed to make a reapir of your apartment. Donnie and the other guys gladly accepted you, Don let you sleep in his room. In the evening, when you had a difficult day, and when Don returned in his room to take some gadget, he frozen, when he saw you naked.

Your body, eyes and everything in you are so beautiful. He felt the heat spreading through his body. Your first thought was to get dressed quickly, but you couldn't, you just stared at Donnie and catch you on a thought, that you liked how he was looking at you.

No need any words. The turtle just closed the door, quickly came up to you and pressed his lips to your in a passionate kiss.

But what happened next - it's another story.

#tmnt donatello #tmnt 2016 #tmnt headcanons #tmnt headcanon #tmnt bayverse #teenage mutant ninja turtles #donatello x reader #bayverse turtles

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where-fantasy-meets-reality · 2 years

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“We’re Not Promised Tomorrow.” Chapter 3 “Who is He?”

Masterlist Chapter 2

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Fem OC

Word Count: 4.5 K

Warnings: I love Emily. Xira is Emily’s Ahsoka. Sorv....oh Sorv thats all we have to say about you. Obi, you’re adorable and fun to work with when your nervous and sassy. Lots of foreshaodwing going on in these early chapters. Prob. typos somewhere.

A/N: Surpise bouns update! I couldn’t restrain myself in waiting for Tuesday, so heres an update for ya’ll. I love this story and I’m so glad that I can share it with everyone. It was a labor of love to write and this is truly only the beginning. Who knows, you might end up with another bounus update before Tuesday, otherwise all chapter updates happen on Tuesdays for this story. I hope you are all enjoying, thank you for the continued support and let me know via the comments if you’d like be added to taglist let me know via the comments.

Also anything in italics is in internal thoughts. I apoligze if I missed any, there are a lot internal thoughts in the chapter and the italics don’t always carry over when I set up the chapter.

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“Obi-Wan?” The Jedi on Master Marblu’s arm hissed in confusion as he looked between the two individuals.

“OH MY GOODNESS, OBI-WAN, HOW HAVE YOU BEEN?!?” Jedi Master Emily Marblu exclaimed as she walked towards him and enthusiastically embraced him.

Normally Jedi weren’t huggers but her excitement at seeing this man always made her act in ways she would rather not, despite the control she attempted to display.

The other Jedi who had been Emily’s sparring part was not enjoying the way this interaction had been unfolding. He was becoming more visibly annoyed at not only being forgotten and ignored by Emily but with just the way she was acting towards Obi-Wan in general.

“Ahem,” he sarcastically fake coughed, trying to get the attention of the women who had just disarmed him in a sparring match. Narrowing his eyes on the two Jedi, he gave them an oily expression. In his most fake but polite voice, he finally reminded the two that he was still there. “Excuse me, I hate to be rude but…..Obi-Wan? Who is he?” he said as he shrugged his shoulders and waved his hand in Obi-Wan’s direction.

Obi-Wan’s head titled as he regarded the other Jedi. His eyes darted between him and Emily as he gave her a confused look. He could tell that this man had a strong presence in the Force….but there was also something about him that Obi-Wan didn’t like as well. There was too much going on in the room to fully rely on the force to help him decide just what it was that he didn’t like. Whatever it was, at the very least, he could tell that the other Jedi felt threatened by his presence; that much was clear. Obi-Wan forced down the sense of pride that the thought had caused him, clearly, Emily meant a lot to this man as well that he was jealous of the strong display of affection and positivity that she showed Obi-Wan..

“Oh right, I am so sorry,” Emily said looking between the two men. “Obi-Wan, this is Jedi Master Sorv Derprov. He and I were Padawans during the same time frame, we also had the same knighting ceremony. We’ve practically grown up together….. Although, you and I grew up together too. However, you were a bit older than me, I think you two just missed each other.” Her eyes were rapidly darting between the two men like there was an invisible string between them, connecting them.

Emily was smiling but underneath her smile, she was trying to read the room in multiple ways at once. Two of her oldest friends were just meeting each other for the first time, and from the peacock fight that was happening in front of her, she could tell that this was not going well.

Blushing slightly, she remembered how she had more of a history with Obi-Wan, but Sorv didn’t know that. At times she had to remind herself that she couldn’t allow herself to see Obi-Wan as more than a friend, despite what she actually felt.

Silently chuckling to herself, she felt as if she was having an out-of-body experience, that she was watching the conversation of the three of them from a different point of view. All three of them had lived in the temple their whole lives, and yet, just now this was happening, that two of the people she was closest to were meeting now. It just went to show how much the war had changed things from when they were younger.

“Well being three years ahead of you put me in a different training group, I was first assigned to Master Qui-Gon at 15 when you were still considered an older youngling at that time.” He said, smiling at Emily. As he was speaking, Sorv’s expression also caught Obi-Wan’s eye. This man was getting very annoyed that nobody was paying attention to him. Feeling satisfied, Obi-Wan felt he had made his point that he was still relevant in her life and chose to back off before he made an unnecessary enemy.

“Where are my manners, Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, it is a pleasure to meet you Master Derprov.” Obi-Wan said as he extended his hand in a handshake gesture.

The other man's facial expression softened a bit. “The Obi-Wan Kenobi? The Negotiator? Emily, you did not tell me you had friends in such high places here at the temple. And please Master Kenobi, call me Sorv.” The two men exchanged a pleasant but firm handshake.

Something lingered in Sorv’s eyes that Obi-Wan couldn’t place.

“Only if you agree to call me Obi-Wan,” the two men laughed good-naturedly as they broke off the handshake. Obi-Wan was trying to read the body language between the two “friends.” He had not forgotten the hug that Sorv had given Emily and how they were walking away from the sparring match arm and arm. Nothing overly romantic or sinister screamed out to him from what he could see between to two and how they interacted with each other…except the shade of green that Sorv’s eyes were becoming. They looked like there was electricity flowing through them.

Obi-Wan stroked his beard as he continued to study the two in front of him. “Yes, he is absolutely threatened by me. Either she’s said something about me before and he didn't like it, or, it could be that she has never said something about me and he didn’t like being kept in the dark and he is taken aback by her reaction towards me. He obviously considers himself close to her. But what is his definition of close? Does he see her as just a friend or more?”

Emily’s voice and bright smile regained his attention and brought him back to the conversation.

“Sorv and I are always together lately. Our assignments seem to mirror each other and we keep getting partnered on the same assignments. We thought we would come down here today for some sparring, keep ourselves sharp considering it's proving to be a slow day and we have yet to receive an assignment..” Emily was speaking faster than she could think and for some odd reason, she was talking with her hands. She never did that, she usually had more poise.

Fidgeting, she squirmed uncomfortably. “Why am I rambling? Get it together before you look like an idiot in front of both of these men Em!”

In all the time that he had known her, Sorv had never seen Emily like this. His expression became almost contemptful as he eyed her, fidgeting and squirming. She was usually fearless, graceful, and strong. - “And yet the minute this…..Obi-Wan Kenobi, '' - he eyed the Jedi with bile rising in his mouth, - “ walked into the room, she’s acting like a love-struck porg. All wide-eyed and smiley over….him.” He thought to himself as he looked Obi-Wan up and down.“What made Kenobi so special?”

It was undeniably true, Sorv had feelings for Emily, it was no secret that he kept with himself, unlike most Jedi who tried to squash feelings that went against the code. He always thought Emily felt something for him too. That is until he saw the way she stared at Obi-Wan Kenobi.

He watched the two chatting and lively engaging one another. Anger swelled inside of him when Emily touched Obi-Wan’s shoulder. Around him, Emily was always someone who was physically reserved and calm. - “Now I can see where I stand with her….odd. Emily is too good of a person to be subdued by this conceited blowhard…who is self-centered that he calls himself “The Negotiator''? If I mistook her friendship as more than that, then she treats her friends too well.”

Jedi Master Emily Marblu was truly a unique being and had always shown great potential, even as a youngling. Graduating and passing The Trials with one of the highest scores of her class, she had grown and evolved into a gifted Jedi. Notably strong with the force for a human, she had many different talents and was easily able to control and use the force. As a child, she showed interest and adaptability in Force Healing, so much so that she could have been a Jedi Healer as opposed to a Jedi Knight.

Jedi Healers had to have extensive knowledge and use of the force and be able to command it in ways that most Jedi could not do and they needed to do it for long periods of time.

In addition, she had a very specific way about her. She was soft, compassionate, and easily able to center herself and become one with the force. But, there was this extreme fierceness in her softness. As if she needed not prove anything to anyone, she was completely secure in who and what she was; a fearless, capable, and intelligent Jedi with the softness of a flower.

She was kind, helpful, and practically glowed with the light side of the force. There wasn’t a person with whom she met that she wasn’t able to win over or enchant. It made her enemies in battle underestimate her and her communication intense situations skills legendary.

Obi-Wan had always known and seen all these things about her as he had watched her grow. “And yet….on top of all that, as if the universe couldn’t have put together a more wonderful creature, she is beautiful.” He had often mused.

For all that her force signature communicated, physically, it would be easy for Emily to go unnoticed. She was painfully average-looking. She was about as tall as Obi-Wan, her forehead just in line with his mouth. Her long, brown hair tumbled down in soft layered waves and slight curls that came to rest at the mid-back of her black robes. She was slender but muscular with pale skin. Her physique wasn’t unusual for a Jedi, there wasn’t one who wasn’t in good shape these days as the war kept all the Jedi pushed to the extent of their physical limits.

And yet, as he took in the sight of her, Obi-Wan hated to admit how he burned for her. Sweating, he got lost in his thoughts again. Maybe coming down here to see her was a mistake.

Her hand tapping his shoulder felt like it could have seared his skin through his clothing. “How’s Anakin? I heard that he had been assigned a Padawan, Ashoka Tano, right? They say she’s got some real potential.” Emily asked, trying to break whatever tension was happening here between her and the two men. She couldn’t tell if it was something that she was imagining or if the force was trying to show her something. Either way, she knew she needed to keep talking so that the other two couldn’t talk to each other.

Obi-Wan’s eyes fluttered as he tried to ignore the feeling of her hand on him. Coughing nervously, he shifted on his feet. “Yes, Ashoka is brilliant. She is a good fit for Anakin, she is as strong, stubborn, and as good-natured as he is. Though she, unlike him, still respects the rules. It almost makes me wonder sometimes who teaches who when they are together…” Obi-Wan chuckled as he started to stroke his beard in thought. “Being a teacher is doing wonders for Anakin as well. I have seen him come a long way and mature, embracing the ways of the Jedi more.”

Emily smiled brightly. “Well, there wasn’t much of a way to go, not when he had a master like you.” Emily nudged his upper arm playfully.

Sorv caught the physical gesture immediately. He was getting more irritated. She always kept to herself, even with him, despite his multiple advances. She wasn’t what he would have considered a toucher and yet she had already hugged Kenobi once and now she had touched him several times. Yes, the longer this conversation went on he was sure he didn’t like Obi-Wan Kenobi at all. More specifically, he did not like the way that Emily interacted with him.

“Are you still in charge of the 102nd? Commander Red’s unit, right? Cody and Rex speak very highly of him and are good friends with him from my understanding.” Obi-Wan asked Emily.

She sighed as she considered his question. He remembered. Of course, he remembered her commander’s name and who he was, he always remembered everything. That thought made her heart flutter a little faster. Some Jedi refused to acknowledge the name’s their clones picked, let alone respect them. But she had never done that and she was glad that Obi-Wan and Anakin didn’t either. There was just so much wrong with that line of thinking, to dehumanize them, and it greatly irritated her when it was done.

Before she could answer the question, Sorv interjected and steered the conversation in his direction, again tired of just sitting there and being ignored. “Yes, he is a tactical soldier and a great asset on the field. He works well with Captain Jamie, my unit’s leader. The two of them have helped Emily and I ensure many victories for Emily and I.” Sorv was always the alpha male type and he felt the need to establish dominance in the situation and make this conversation go from a two-way one to a three-way one.

Obi-Wan folded his arms across his chest as he arched an eyebrow. This man certainly held his own opinion in high regard he thought to himself. Was anyone even speaking to him?

“I’m sorry Emily,” Obi-Wan said with his arms still folded against his chest and looking out of the corner of his eye at Sorv, then at Emily “What were you saying?”

Sorv’s eyes almost came bulging out of his head. Indignant rage flowed through him. “He just ignored me. How dare he?” - Sorv thought to himself. - “Who does this man think he is? I thought arrogance was not a trait of the Jedi. Arrogant or not, this Obi-Wan Kenobi acts like he is in control of the room.” …… Maybe he was in control of the room, Sorv wondered. His force signature was similar to Emily’s. Soft but fierce, seeming as if there was no need to boast about himself. “Still,” Sorv thought, “he’s certainly full of himself and is sassy.”

Emily could see the intense stares that the male Jedi were trading. Her heartbeat picked up slightly. - “Oh, this is not good. I need to do something before these two end up with lightsabers drawn and sparring all over this arena in a peacock fight.”- Emily rationalized.

Looking at them, she rationalized that It wasn’t Obi-Wan she was afraid of, it was Sorv. Sorv was always territorial and hot-headed as a person and seemed to struggle as a Jedi lately, kind of like Obi-Wan’s partner, Anakin. Sorv wasn’t a bad person, or at least she didn’t think he was, he just lacked some of the finer points that the Jedi Order held themselves to. She knew that he tried, he really did. But he still needed a lot of work to master his skills. She was hoping that when he was granted the rank of Master that it would have inspired him to be better and work harder; but that hadn’t been the case.

Then there was Obi-Wan. In her eyes, Obi-Wan was an exemplary Jedi. She knew he was in control of himself and his emotions, always. However, if challenged, she also knew enough about him to know that he would not shy away from a fight. Especially one that potentially challenged his or her honor.

Plus Obi-Wan was the superior swordsman, which would only prove embarrassing for Sorv. He not only continually struggled with the Order, but he also overestimated his abilities as both a swordsman and a force user.

Thinking fast, she changed the subject. “What brings you down here Obi-Wan?”

Obi-Wan sat there staring blankly at a curious Emily and a sneering Sorv.

Now, what did he do? He started spiraling in his head. - “Well Emily, you see, I saw you from above the arena. I got overly excited and ran down here like you were going to combust if I didn't run and come see you right away” - he rolled eyes at his pathetic self. - “…...yeah, sure... go ahead say that…..it should go over well.”

What would Anakin do in a situation like this he wondered? Wasn’t he always doing stupid stuff like this with Senator Amidala? - “Think fast Obi-Wan.” Honesty, he finally thought. No sense in lying.

“I was on my way to the mess hall. I had just left a briefing with the council and I have no assignments so I was on my way to the lower levels, so I stopped into the Arena to see if I could find Anakin but instead, I found you........”

He was sweating and desperately trying to not give himself away in the force. “Okay…...maybe a small lie is okay….right?” He chastised himself internally. He knew he had to say something about food, he was starting to remember that he was still hungry and would have to depart soon.

Emily tilted her head sympathetically. “Oh I’m sorry, I don’t think he’s here, I haven’t seen him, but I hope you find him soon. Sorv and I had just finished a sparring match and I was on my way back to my quarters personally.”

If only she knew he had watched her brilliant match. She smiled as she looked between the two men, trying to keep things smooth. She felt like the lynchpin that kept these two strong and intense personalities from exploding. “Are you going to be at the temple long? Maybe I'll run into you sometime again soon, it would be nice to catch up.” She said to Obi-Wan.

Sorv’s jealous, green eyes snapped to meet Emily’s warm brown ones. They bounced back and forth between her and Kenobi’s cool, blue ones. She wants to see him again? All of a sudden, she wants to spend time with him? In all the time that he had spent with her, she had never even so much as brought him up. Maybe if she saw an image of him on the hollownet or at a council meeting, then maybe she said a comment in passing….maybe. Sorv would have remembered if she had ever paid this much attention to him before. And now she was all of a sudden extending an invitation to spend more time with him again. - “It’s usually myself or Xira that she spends her free time with.”

Sorv re-inserted himself in the conversation again. “Yes, I myself would like to get to know the famous Negotiator.” Sorv taunted, adding a smile to disguise his growing dislike of Kenobi.

Yet, Obi-Wan wasn’t buying it. He could read the man like a book, force or no force. He knew this man was only tolerating his presence on behalf of Emily. Well, two could play that game.

“Yes, it would be very nice to see you both again. However, I do apologize, I’ve kept you both long enough for today.” - He bowed to both of them, ever the diplomat. - “Please enjoy the rest of your evenings. I am on frolo all week, so I’m sure I will be seeing you.” He said this only to Emily.

Emily’s heart rate picked up. Her stomach dropped. He would be at the temple for an extended period of time. “Yes, I’m sure I will be seeing you.” She said with a bow, using the gesture to hide her emotions that were clearly displayed on her face. Rising, she took a deep breath and took hold of herself. Giving him a smile, she wished him well. “Have a restful evening”.

As much Sorv hated to, he remembered his manners. “It has been a pleasure.” He lied as he bowed.

Obi-Wan bowed one more time and without skipping a beat, he turned and walked off to the mess hall, breathing for what felt like the first time in a long time. He hadn't bothered to wish Sorv well, in his mind he had told enough lies this evening.

Watching Kenobi leave, Emily felt like she breathed for the first time since she heard his voice. “That could have gone much worse if I had let it. At least I can always count on Obi-Wan to be himself.” Emily thought about him with a smile spreading on her face.

Before Sorv could say anything to Emily, they were joined by another presence. Sorv saw her coming before Emily did. From somewhere in the arena, this other Jedi came bounding over to them.

“Well, nice to see you and “The Negotiator” catching up? How long has it been again” Xira asked/teased Emily.

Jedi Knight Xira Zerga was Emily’s best friend and former Padawan. What had Obi shared with Anakin could be seen as an equivalent to what Emily and Xira, the Rodian Jedi shared. During her mentorship, Emily had groomed Xira to be a strong and smart Jedi, and Xira was no light-weight in the Force. Her midi-chlorian count was extremely high. Not as high as Anakin’s but, but high enough.

Emily rolled her eyes at her former Padawan’s question. Why was everyone so interested in her relationship with Obi-Wan all of a sudden? Did she really keep it hidden that well that she indeed did know him? She certainly made it a point to not think about him as often as she would have liked, trying to bury her emotions and continually convince herself that she didn’t have feelings for him.

Crossing her arms she looked at Xira. “Sorv said the same thing. Come on you guys, he’s not that big of a deal. He was a class ahead of me, we kind of grew up together. That’s all and you know that Xira.” Emily said, shrugging her hands and shoulders in self-defense.

Sorv’s eyebrows rose to his hairline. “No, we grew up together. And I’ve never seen you with him before.” Sorv said with a hand gesture that indicated an invisible connection between Emily and him.

“You wouldn't have.” Emily thought to herself. “I haven’t seen him in almost a year or at least that is what it feels like.” She never understood why Sorv acted like he was the supreme authority on her. They were friends and they did spend time together but sometimes he acted like he owned her or that he needed to know every detail of her life and irritated her.

Sensing her fromer Master’s frustration, Xira butt in. “Emily...he's a big deal, what do you mean “what's the big deal?” He’s the former master of “The Chosen One”, “The Great Negotiator”…..He’s kind of more like a huge deal…..a living legend really…..AND I know you two are friends, I was your Padawan, remember?” Xira said as she looked in the direction that Obi-Wan had departed to, hoping he was not still in earshot.

Sorv rolled his eyes at the word legend. Xira looked star-struck at the thought of Kenobi and it made him sick.

Emily huffed frustratedly. “Okay, okay….he's an old friend is all, okay, everyone good? Good. Now, this conversation is over….. Yes Sorv, I know Obi-Wan Kenobi…..all good? And yes Xira, its been a while since I’ve seen him.” Emily said, hoping to put an end to this conversation. She really wanted to use the refresher and clean herself off after the sparring match. The workout had left her feeling sweaty and grungy and seeing Obi-Wan didn’t help to stop the sweating either.

“No, not good.” thought Sorv. But he knew here and now was not the place to push this topic. He needed to collect himself before his emotions clouded his judgment further. Additionally, he could see that her relationship with Kenobi was something she didn’t want to make a big deal out of, and staying on Emily’s good side was his priority.

“Yes. I am going to go back to my quarters as well, as I need to freshen up. I shall see you later.” Sorv said as he clapped his hand on her shoulder. She may not have been touchy with him but that didn't stop him from constantly putting the hint out there, especially now that he saw the way she dealt with Kenobi.

Xira rolled her eyes and tried not to gag at the physical gesture. She was not Sorv’s biggest fan and she had no idea what her former master saw in him or why she continued to tolerate him.

As Sorv walked away from the two female Jedi. Xira looked at Emily, her large greenish-blue eyes were almost glowing, a hint of mischief in them. Emily had thought Rodian’s always had the prettiest eyes.

Teasingly she addressed her former Master. “Don't think this conversation is over. I was watching that whole thing and I know you. There is way more to this story and I will be by your apartment later to hear it…...you're not getting out of this one Em.” Xira winked at her as she ran back to her sparring group.

Emily rolled her eyes and smiled. Her former Padawan and best friend was nothing if not relentless. She sighed. If, and that could prove to be a big if, if she could control her thoughts, “a little girl talk might be kind of fun” she thought to herself, a rare public indulgence in her emotions.

As Emily walked out of the Arena, she was somewhere else. Physically she was on her way back to her quarters, but mentally she was lost in her mind. She hadn’t realized how long it had been since she had seen him, and how good he looked. Minus some small cuts and slight bruising that he was sporting. There was a war going on. Sadly, all Jedi seemed to be sporting minor and major wounds these days. She herself had a scar on her shoulder from a battle droid that managed to catch her off guard once in a fight.

He looked more muscular than he had previously. His hair and bread were well-groomed and had grown in. Wasn’t his hair longer the last time she had seen it?

She didn't know how she felt about the beard but she had to admit that it certainly didn’t hurt his looks. If anything it made him look more…..distinguished. Before she came up with another word that she might regret allowing herself to use, she stopped her thoughts there. Maybe that bath should be an ice-cold one she mused.

Still…...she had to admit to herself, and she disliked it, “It was good to see him, to feel his Force presence again.” She found that his Force signature wrapped around her like a warm and safe blanket, unlike anything else she had ever felt. It made her brain fog up and her arms turn to mush. Sometimes being so gifted with the Force in the ways of healing, feeling people's emotions and needs could be overwhelming, but not him. His presence always felt soothing and centering, it made her never want to leave his side. Would the man ever cease to make her feel that way?

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vithyahairandmakeup · 3 years

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Depression

What is depression? How do you identify it? I get asked these questions on a daily basis, and even though I don't think there will ever be a one word answer, I wanted to share my own battle and journey with depression, in the hope that it may help or inspire others.

When I was diagnosed with depression at the age of 14 and I came and told my parents, their response was that the doctor was an idiot and didn’t know what he was talking about.

Of course I believed my parents and never bothered talking about it again, nor did I even try and explore it further.

Almost a decade later, I was bitter, miserable, unhappy, and just sad all the time. It was like there was never a light at the end of the tunnel for me.

In my mid twenties, it got worse. Life just got harder with the pressure of graduating, finding a job, finding a husband, settling down, having a family. My way of coping with negative situations only got worse.

That is when the thoughts came into my head; wanting to end my life. For years I kept feeling that way, but never found the courage to actually follow through with it.

Then one day, I saw all black. The tunnel closed in on me. I took a pair of scissors and cut my wrist. My Dad found me in the pool of my blood and managed to call the ambulance on time. That entire evening was such a blur. It was like I was watching myself from outside my body. There were no emotions, no nothing. All I saw and heard were my parents screaming and crying not understanding why I did what I did.

I was a 23 year old woman, who did not want to live anymore, and I was surrounded by people who had no idea of how to help me.

I spent the next 5 years in and out of hospital, different psychotherapists, different types of anti depressants, several more suicide attempts, and a nervous breakdown. I lost my job, most of my family and friends disliked me because I pushed them all away, and I was not capable of being in a relationship.

Do you know what I did? I went to the London College of Fashion and enrolled to do a hair and make up diploma.

In the midst of all of that, I wanted to do make up! The one thing I enjoyed since I was a young girl. So I decided to just follow that passion. The only passion. The only thing I felt I was good at. You all know the story of how hard it was to even convince my parents to not pursue a career in science, since I graduated with a Biology and Psychology degree, so you can imagine what sort of stress that also added to my endless list of issues. They simply had no respect for my career choice.

My job is hard, it is very stressful, you work under a lot of pressure. It is not just doing make up on people, but you are running a business. You also have to be patient and tolerant. Qualities I did not possess. I was so focused and driven to pursue my career in this, that I knew I had to figure out how I can learn to cope in negative situations, and not feel like jumping in front of a train at any given opportunity.

The first thing I did was go to my GP and talk. He suggested the right kind of anti depressant for me, and I started off with a low dosage. Most people get so scared of anti depressants, and if you do google it, there are tonnes of pros and cons to taking them. There are also so many different types of anti depressants. You just have to figure out which one works for you.

I am not a doctor, so I cannot describe what is does and how it works scientifically, but all I needed to know was that it numbed the pain, the bad thoughts, the constant negative feelings. Equally I did not feel anything positive either. You feel nothing. I needed to feel nothing. Isn’t feeling nothing better than feeling sad all the time?

Once the medication kicked in, I started seeing a psychotherapist. I know the waiting list to see a therapist is very long, but if you can afford it, just go online and find a local one. Most countries have a listing. The NHS site in the UK has a very descriptive list of therapists; their expertise and experience. You can pick and choose depending on what the nature of your problem is.

I tried several therapists until I found a lady who was just the right type of therapist for me. She taught me coping strategies. How to cope in a negative situation.

I find that with most therapists they get you to talk about your past too much. I understand that finding the source, the root of the problem is key to eliminating the symptoms, but not everyone can handle bringing up the repressed memories of one’s childhood. Everyone suffers from different types of problems.

My mum used to always say “What problems could you possibly have? We have done everything for you, you have a roof over your head, food, warmth, luxury, we buy you everything, why would you be sad?” Of course she was right. But I came from a generation where we didn’t talk about what happened in our childhood. We were wise enough at such a young age, not to burden our parents with things we knew they would never understand. More than that, we didn’t want to tell them things that would potentially hurt them. We tried to protect them by suffering ourselves. Imagine that responsibility being a child?And then what do you think happens 20 years later? We blame our parents for not having been there for us, for not having protected us, for not having saved us from that big black hole inside our head.

But it is not their fault. They never knew, and they were never exposed to the things we have been exposed to in the past two to three decades. Writing this, I do understand that my parents were probably depressed too; they were in their mid twenties when they left a war stricken country and did not speak any european languages, they had no family, no support, and were alone in a foreign country with a completely different culture an lifestyle. I cannot even imagine. But it is something no one understood or talked about then. Their way of coping was work, come home, and not talk about it.

I did learn how to cope eventually. I was able to cope better with everyday things in life, I focused more on my career. I was motivated to build something that distracted me from all the bad things in my life. Some of my friends who have suffered from depression, all found something that made them appreciate life. For some it was having a baby, for some it was gym, and for some it was changing their career.

For me it was my career, IS my career. I put my life and soul into it, and worked hard to be where I am. I am still very critical of myself and still feel I have a very long way to go to perfect my skills, but it is enough to keep me going. Enough to make me feel content and happy.

I know I have a big social media presence, and I come across like the happiest person on earth, who has it all; the expensive lifestyle, the tonne of friends, the travelling and the glamorous events. But I want to inspire people, not show off to them. I want someone to see the benefits in the things I do. And also help someone, anyone, see the brighter side of life. Even if it’s through my morning coffee snaps. I now know that feeling of not wanting to get out of bed. So if my posts can get you out of bed, that is a start.

I want to make a difference. I have not had it easy, and nothing was given to me on a plate. I worked very hard, and suffered painfully, to be where I am today, and to be who I am today.

I hope people can see that through my social media posts.

When I got divorced, my parents thought I was going to try and harm myself again. They were like hawks in my house; constantly watching me, analysing me, and trying to talk to me. It really helped that they understood what I was going through. They understood that this could trigger my depression. As I now strongly believe that depression is a mental disease, and it never really goes away, it lingers, and just waits to attack. I did suffer a nervous breakdown. I did feel suicidal, and I was seeing a therapist again. But after only a few months, did I realise that I did not want to go down that path again. I did not want to take medication nor sit on a couch and talk about my ex husband. Instead I joined the gym, hired a personal trainer, saw a nutritionist, and focused on my inside. I just wanted to love myself. Figure out what I needed, and what would make all this go away. And it did go away. That cloud hanging over my head during the divorce went away. And it was all because I did that. I made it go away, by wanting to live. Wanting to be happy. Desperate to have another shot in life again. Believing that someone will love me, and that I will have a happily ever after. And I did find my happily ever after. In the most unexpected way. I have been happily married for almost 5 years, and it is something I never believed would happen for me. Some things in my past have made it impossible for me to conceive, which was another major factor of my depression too, but over the past decade I learned to accept my body and be content with who I am and what I have to offer. Not being a mother does not define me, nor do I feel less of a woman because of it, but I do have my days when it hurts and when I feel punished. But I am grateful to my husband, and my friends and family who make me feel special and make me feel happy.

We all deserve happiness. But how one achieves that is in no one’s hand but their own. You have full reign, full control of how you want your life to be.

Getting professional help is the first step. And once you understand what is going on in that head of yours, you should be able to explain this to your loved ones, because we all need the support of our family and friends.

When you are depressed you do feel alone and you shut yourself off, but even if it’s just the one person you can talk to, only one, it’s enough. It is better to have one person who you can trust, than a million negative people who are waiting to see you drown.

Even if you have no one you trust, there are so many ways and options to get help today. My close friend Juliet launched an app called AskDoc UK (you can download it on Apple and Google Play), where you can assess your mood and see if you need to do the depression course. It’s all free.

The stigma of divorce, depression, and all the other terms that are taboo in the asian community, need to be addressed. How else are we supposed to set an example to the younger generation if we are encouraging them not to face these big problems?

We all should check what our mental health state is, so that we can also be in a position to help others who may be feeling worse than us.

I might not be able to make someone’s problems go away, but I can surely beautify them just for that one special day, and make them feel like they are worth everything. That is the power of my job, and I find it most rewarding. It is my way of giving back to the world, because we all deserve to feel and be happy. I have been using my platform to raise awareness on mental health for years, and I will continue to do so.

I hope my blog was useful, and whether you yourself are suffering from depression, or know someone who does, then please take the necessary steps to seek/provide help.

Sending you so much love and healing.

Thank you

Vithya

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chrysalizzm · 3 years

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Do you have fic recs or head canons? please ramble for paragraphs im bored and looking for something to read.

oh boy do i have some fic recs for you (and everyone who sees this), my friend! this one is quite long because there are a lot of fics i like and this isn’t all of them, so if you’d like more, you can check out my bookmarks page ^^

The Run and Go by Numanum

“That’s not fair,” Bad protests. Dream raises an eyebrow at him and jerks his tied hands in emphasis, clearly saying that none of this is fair.

“Look, you keep running! Who runs if they’re not guilty?” Bad challenges, staring him down with obvious distrust from the generous distance of exactly five feet. It’s fair, as much as Dream hates to admit it; it’s not like he’s been the most honest hostage in the past, with all of his escaping and running and framing himself for his own murder, apparently.

“Only the good die young, and only the guilty run,” Technoblade chimes in, holding his own potato and sitting in the snow like it’s not cold at all.

A hot flash of irritation burns through him.

“Someone being chased?” he counters sarcastically, jerking his tied wrists up again to wave them in front of the group. Sapnap laughs so hard that he almost chokes on his potato, but it dies off when Dream gives him an icy stare.

Or: Dream is having a hard time, and the hunter just want to adopt him like a stray puppy that bites you at every opportunity.

multi-chapter, ongoing.

a manhunt with plot-style fic! exquisitely written, visceral in the emotions it evokes. it’s the kind of fic that makes me feel all shaky with anticipation, the kind that i have a physical reaction to; you can’t put it down.

pain. all-consuming pain. this one feels bad, man

and as he fell (you walked away) by Teahound

Once upon a time, there were three hunters.

They were good at what they did. If you wanted something-- or better yet, someone-- found, discovered, or destroyed, they were the people you asked. They didn’t have much to their name, besides a formidable reputation, but they were a team, and that was enough for them.

Once upon a time, there was a king in the forest.

He wore a mask, but it didn’t matter. That deep in the forest, in a hidden fortress, buried behind leaves and monsters and broken stone, no one could see his face anyway. He had been there a very long time, and he was alone.

Being a king can be a very lonely thing. So one day, the king left the fortress.

A Minecraft manhunt AU, with a fantasy twist. Dream is a cryptid, and Hunters are idiots.

multi-chapter (11), complete.

tea’s fic!! a manhunt-with-plot fic, featuring a forest spirit dream and circumstantial hunters and friendships that feel both intensely real and desperately melancholy because they can’t last.

or can they?

The Real World by Cinammonzoa and Fire_Fly464

"Ten, paces fire!"

Time stopped.

Tommy’s entire body went numb. He tried to open his mouth to say something, but his body was determined to keep him silent. His vision went dark, and he could no longer feel his headphones over his ears. The mouse in his hand. The slight breeze of his ceiling fan. For a few seconds, he couldn’t feel anything.

His senses came back to him all at once. The first thing Tommy noticed was the weight in his right hand -- a bow. His nostrils stung with the lingering scent of gunpowder. In front of him was a masked figure. Their right arm was bent, their elbow by their face. In their left hand was a bow, aiming directly at--

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Aka Dream and Tommy get transported into the SMP world and have no idea what the fuck is happening

multi-chapter (23), complete

you’ve probably seen this one if you haunt the video blogging rpf/minecraft tags of ao3 often! an irl!dream and tommy replace their smp counterparts type of beat, very upbeat in dynamic and fun to keep pace with, great read.

staying alive (though the city is dead) by Alice_Not_In_Wonderland

"Damned if you do, damned if you don't," Schlatt smirks, his words lilting, almost song-like. His eyes seem to glow brighter. "Tell me, Dream, when did you realize that you could talk and talk and talk and no one would ever believe you?"

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or: if dream's damned to be a villain in every story he's in, then he's going to show them exactly how much of one he can be

one-shot, complete.

the gratuitous greek mythology references are truly everything and this fic is such a good dissection of dream and schlatt’s motivations and how their goals intersect, and dream’s likening to cassandra really hits different

Green & Gold by HognoseSnake

George’s legs ached.

His lungs felt tight and too small.

His breath was loud in his ears.

His pack bounced uncomfortably on his shoulders.

George, homeless and adrift, is an outlaw of the Mad King's reign. He'd spent the last two months being hunted across the wilderness at the fringe of society by a ruthless killer in a smiling mask and bright green coat. This, he understood.

What he didn't understand is why such a ruthless killer kept letting him go.

multi-chapter (8), complete. sequel ongoing.

a breathtaking pseudo-manhunt-with-plot fic, with george and dream running from a kingdom that wants them dead for perceived transgressions. this shit hurted, and the sequel hurts even worse ;-; snake please i beg

We’re Only Young series by ImperialKatwala

It's easy to forget amid the chaos and bloodshed how similar - and how young - Dream and Technoblade really are.

collection of both one-shots and ongoing multi-chapter fics.

((bangs on table)) please read this series it is dream and techno friendship fics that alternate between lighthearted and heartwrenchingly comforting and imperialkatwala’s characterisation of them and their respective groups of family and friends is so frickin’ good i read this series when i’m not having a good day and it never fails to make me crack a smile

kept promises and old ruins and names carved into stone by verecundiam

"Would you... would you want to stay here?" Bad wrings his hands, looking away. "Like, like actually stay? I know it's not, ah, not exactly comfortable, or all that homey, but I don't want you two to get hurt out there on your own, and I just... I think maybe you could stay? If you want?"

"That sounds nice," Sapnap says, because it does.

(Or: How four kids managed to build a family, against all odds.)

one-shot, complete.

muffinteers found family that makes me want to go to the smp writers and beg it to be made canon. unbelievably soft yet excellent at parsing out the younger counterparts of the four and creating backgrounds that feasibly form them into the people they grow up to be.

in the age of icons by BananasofThorns

“Yeah, keep digging,” Tommy crows.

The pickaxe hesitates on the downswing. The air shifts; Dream’s aura bursts into visibility, brilliant green and jagged. Ozone hums on Techno’s tongue and Bad stutters in the middle of his sentence. Up on the wall, silhouetted by the sun, Dream stands frozen and furious.

L'manberg messes with something it shouldn't. Techno watches the repercussions and tries not to laugh.

one-shot, complete.

i love deity aus (figures, i wrote one myself akjdfh), and this one hits. there’s something exquisitely delicate about how dream and the repercussions his godhood both on himself and on the people who are exposed to him in that moment of unbridled rage.

that's how we keep going (we make the best of things) by lieyuu

[ i can’t decide if this is heaven or hell. the walls keep closing in and we’re running out of space, but you’re pretty cute ]

“So, do you want to build a flower shop, a cottage, or a coffee shop?” Puffy asks, smiling like just Niki’s presence is enough to light up her world.

Niki looks at her, thinks, I want to bend nature to my will and weave tapestries in your name, says, “I think I might like the flower shop best.”

one-shot, complete.

a niki/puffy fic that crushed me in its hands in just six hundred words. the delicate love and wonder and beauty of this fic killed me softly and i welcomed it. it’s girls in love rendered by lieyuu’s masterful hand, what more could you want

i need it to be known that as i was typing up my thoughts midnight love by girl in red started playing from my playlist if that’s not a shining endorsement i don’t know what is

did i ruin the moment? by itisjosh

Ranboo drags himself through the snow, burn wounds going up and down his body. His suit is crumpled, half of it discarded as he crawls along the ground. His eyes are firmly pressed shut, and he refuses to open them, just in case he sees him, Dream, again. Ranboo sobs as the snow melts on his skin, the water scalding him as it trickles down his arms and chest.

one-shot, complete.

it’s character death, i do need to put it out there because it felt like i was punched in the stomach at the end even though i knew. josh knows exactly how to drag his readers kicking and screaming into angst hell, as always - a ranboo is rescued by phil fic wherein ranboo ends up convincing himself that the only reason for his presence in the nearly-empty anarchist commune is because phil sees him as a placeholder for his sons ;-; pain

Frame The Halves, And Call Them Brothers by MusicallyActive

"Let's go!" Quackity roared. "Let's fucking go!"

The anvil dropped, and Techno reached for his totem of undying. This was going to hurt like a bitch.

Phil screamed something, and instantly a crushing force struck Technoblade's skull. It rattled him to the core, doused his vision in red, and then all he knew was black.

He gasped awake moments later to the sound of his communicator pinging softly at his bedside table, and when Technoblade opened his eyes, New L'manburg was nowhere in sight.

one-shot, complete.

a techno timeloop fic that shows off the unintentional cruelty of the children who run l’manberg and techno’s own inability to allow the people he tries so hard not to love to come to harm. techno’s rendered in painstaking detail; this one was cathartic in the best way.

on i go (move to move) by Aenqa

If you ask someone whether they’ve ever experienced real, severe physical pain, you’ll learn a lot from their response.

Techno knows what it means to be in pain. He’s accepted it as a necessary consequence of keeping his family safe. But when the pain he's experiencing starts to become too much to bear alone, it takes his family to show him what it might mean to feel better.

one-shot, complete.

chronic pain fic featuring sbi!! it’s really good - aenqa wrote chronic pain well, and incorporated respawn mechanics into it well, and the dynamic between sbi is impeccable.

Yellow and Blue and- by nic_takes_Ls (nic_L)

It’s another gorgeous day in New L’Manberg. Tubbo’s stilted streets of deep toned spruce and honey-touched oaks are warm under his feet from the sun, and a sign and a small banner proclaim the country’s name in front of his face. Wilbur is so happy to let the ‘L’ roll of his tongue as he says it, ‘Manberg’ was harsh and too guttural, but the two extra syllables make it something that could fit on a melody, a four-note beat he could set the pace of his unbeating heart to.

The citizens of New L’Manberg track him with cautious eyes at first, until Tubbo changes his eyes to slightly sad ones, listening along to Wilbur’s rambles, warming up to the truly soot-grey sight of his face and sunshine yellow of his ever-present sweater. The rest of the population soon follow, laughing at Wilbur’s strange innocence and telling him what he’s done with only a little bit of spite in a pitying mask and fixing their mouths in a line when he suddenly forgets what he’s doing or stares into space or laughs at nothing.

But all the people who get sad when Wilbur starts laughing after shock-still silence are dumb.

Because Wilbur’s not laughing at nothing.

one-shot, complete.

a ghostbur fic from quite early on! it includes references to wilbur and schlatt’s older videos/smp experiences and has a super interesting take on the nature of wilbur’s amnesia i enjoyed this fic a lot ^^

east of eden series by subwaywalls

Philza protects his home.

(An angel with a singing blade of fire guards the gates to paradise.)

two one-shots, one ongoing multi-chapter fic.

READ IT READ IT READ IT. the eoe series is exquisite in both content and presentation, centering around sbi and the powers they all respectively have but also bringing in people like grian and dream, and subwaywalls is a master of packaging her words ever so delicately to create an experience that is ethereal.

#long post #fic recs #chrys rambles #asks

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Gwyn ap Nudd is a Hunter. Diana Wrayburn, a strong Warrior. Together, they are a force to be reckoned with. The series kick off at Alec and Magnus’ beach wedding at the end of QOAAD in which Diana and Gwyn are lying on the beach shore, remote from the crowd. Discover how their romantic, intimate and adventurous relationship is evolving since the events following the downfall of the Cohort and see what their future holds over the course of several chapters. The first Chapter is inspired by The Archer by Taylor Swift.

The view was unparalleled, though Diana found herself caught adrift in her partner’s compelling and heterochromatic gaze. Every fleck of color in both eyes a constant reminder of the being Gywn was, who he’s long ago been forced to become and continue to be, as the leader of the Wild Hunt. Centuries of bloodshed, plagues and warfare planted in the crevisses of his irises like organic warpaint with which to fend off enemies. Almond-shaped eyes sculpted to hunt through an endless night.

Somehow he did not scare her for he was not the monster the folklore tales painted him to be. Underneath the curse and the dark artifices is the male who made her feel seen for the woman and warrior she truly is. A feeling that would never go away, no matter how grotesque the fables or atrocities he’s committed on behalf of the Wild Hunt. In the Shadow world, nothing is as simple as black or white. She cannot fix the person he was, though she can help him become the person he could be.

She herself has lived a life full of lies, secrets and deception toward others whilst he has been forced to run and hide in the shadows for what could be a millenia. Somehow, they had more in common than meets the eye.

“Trouble in paradise, my Angel?” echoed Gwyn’s sultry voice on the shore of Diana’s thoughts, instantly bringing her back to herself.

A minute or an hour could have passed, Diana could not tell. She slightly tilted her head in the ocean’s direction to hide her smile, the color in her cheeks turning as red as the surrounding flames. Gwyn gripped her chin ever so gently so as to bathe in the sight of her raw emotion. Diana reciprocated the motion and held him by the neck, her fingers brushing his pointed and delicate ears.

“Just realized we are almost out of that delicious iceberg cider. Let me get something else to drink.”

“Then let me get drunk in you,” whispered the Hunter on his lover’s lips. A laughter erupted from the Warrior’s mouth before she leaned to put her legs around his waist, intiating a heavy make out session.

Their time on the run from the Cohort brought them closer, though they were never completely alone. Or completely together. Gwyn wrapped his corded arms around her and laid his hands on her lower back, giving into the passionate kiss that spoke words that could not be said in public. Fireworks exploded in her bowels as shooting stars rained over the beach like arrows being shot down from Heaven; piercing through the veil of our world.

When the hour got late, they decided to bid congratulations to the newly weds again before making their departure. Emma was slyly approaching their direction, Tavvy cradled in her arms. Wait, was she winking at them?

“He’s had too much cake,” said Emma, pointing at the icing and crumbs sticking to the boy’s cheeks, “and Cristina cut me off from playing the Lover album on repeat so we are officially leaving this party,” joked the girl.

“Thank you again, for everything you did to help us through this War, Gwyn. Diana, Julian is waiting in the car. Are you coming with us?” For an instant, Diana saw the ten year old girl who’d just lost her parents, pleading her to return to the Institute with her. Her heart sank. Emma made to turn back slowly when Gwyn caught her by the elbow and steadied the girl.

“Stand straight child, better days are coming,” riddled Gwyn, the squint in his eyes giving Emma the eerie feeling he could forsee better days ahead that she couldn’t. The blonde warrior smiled her usual grinny smile.

“Tell my scoliosis that” she chuckled back. There, she reappeared; the young woman who’d defied all the odds to be happy for herself.

“Matter of fact I am not coming back with you,” admitted Diana, surprising herself and Gwyn whose eyebrows raised incredulously.

“Suit yourself. See you early tomorrow for training then!” Emma made to turn back, waving Tavvy’s sleeping hand for him. Diana held the girl’s hand tenderly, and, for a second time, Emma was denied the chance of a semi-dramatic exit.

“Emma, a Shadowhunter married a warlock – the most amazing Warlock – today and made history. Tonight calls for celabration. I will see you when I see you,” added Diana with a wink at Emma.

“Gwyn, be a dear and call in your horse. We’re going for a ride.”

There are no amount of words to describe the pure freedom of riding a horse through the skies, under the stars and above the sea. Diana held the reins, Gwyn holding onto her wilderness. The wind made no sound in the presence of the Hunter. His next words cut right through her ears.

“Why am I worthy of you, lady Diana?” asked Gwyn in a shy yet commanding voice.

Her pull on the reins would have sent an actual living, breathing horse riding on land into a frenzy of confusion similar as the one she was expericing right now. She was not actually leading the horse anywhere, it responded to Gwyn’s commands without speech or action. She turned her head around to face him and embraced his radiating warmth.

“If you don’t expain yourself more clearly, this sentence won’t even apply.”

The ancient war God inhaled deeply before delivering his thoughts carefully into her inquiring eyes.

“I’ve been the Archer,” revealed Gwyn, pointing at his antler helmet that declared him King of no Courts. “I’ve been the prey,” he continued on, feeling the roughness of the powerful cape many have died attempting to steal, while others have died for daring to look at it for too long. “Who could ever leave me,” he added on, angling his head closer to hers, indicating his one colored eye. A result of the curse he suffers and shares with the other members of the Wild Hunt. A pack from which one may never leave unscathed or alive. His eyes watered at the corners which only amplified the hues of eyes. His words cut deep and profound. For the first time since she’s known him, she felt him vulnerable, and oh so sexy. She brushed her lips against his and closed her eyes. Her lashes gently scraping Gwyn’s cheeks like butterflies laying on a delicate flower. He pulled back from the embrace to absorb the look on her face. Something he would aim to do for centuries on end. He peered directly into the eyes of her face, also paying attention to the tattoed Koi fish’s eyes as he continued- “,but who could stay?”

Diana was equally moved and couldn’t keep herself from giggling at the Hunter quoting Taylor Swift’s song The Archer, which must have been played heavily that night. She reminded herself to thank Emma for her unitentional favor. A promise of love weighed on each word he sought to share and every touches he landed on her skin. She had to oblige.

“All the King’s horses and all the King’s men, couldn’t put me together again, either Gwyn. Combat. I am ready for combat,” declared Diana as her heart and body were lifted higher into the clouds, out of sight from prying eyes.

In that moment, she let herself be spun into the darkness and all the broken bits of lights fighting their way through. That evening, he showed her the past of his broken bones and she let him foresee the scars in her future. In the present, they found love. It was not for their eyes to see, but it was felt in their hearts the pure courage to start. Broken, but together.

#gwyn ap nudd #diana wrayburn #shadowhunters chronicles #dark artifices #julian blackthorn #emma carstairs #cristina rosales #love #fluff #fanfiction #mine #aaa #archiveourourown #story #roman #new relationship #the archer #lover album #taylorswift

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honest-moth-of-silver-grove · 4 years

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Alucard finding a pretty girl in a coma in the woods and him looking after her in his castle and him falling in love with her dispite the fact he has never ever spoken to her bouns points if her gets obsessed with her

Ask: Alucard finding a pretty girl in a coma in the woods and him looking after her in his castle and him falling in love with her despite the fact he has never ever spoken to her bonus points if he gets obsessed with her & Yandere!Alucard finds a pretty girl in a coma in the woods around his castle; He looks after her and falls in love with her even though they have never met. And he becomes obsessed with waking up his sleeping beauty so he can be with her.

A/N: Pretending Sumi & Taka never happened, lol. Just roll with it. So this ask was submitted twice, but slightly different the second time, so I just included both in the Ask Description above.

TW: Yandere content ahead- blacklist ‘yandere’ if you don’t wish to see this kind of content in the future.

He first sensed something was off when he was out one-morning fetching fish for his meal. He felt that some other person’s presence was nearby. Initially, he thought this person was a threat, but once he realized this person wasn’t moving, his guard lowered a bit.

Following his enhanced senses, he came to find a young woman splayed out on the ground, her horse, some distance away from her, munching away on the grass.

The vampire part of him was intrigued by the sight and smell of blood, but his human half was more concerned with how she managed to injure herself, and what she was doing out here in the first place. No one came out towards this castle unless they were either looking for or running from trouble.

He knew it was irrational, but two instincts kicked in: fight and flight. He instantly wanted to fight off whatever threat or looming danger that projected her in his direction. And he also wanted to grasp her and bring her somewhere safe, somewhere neither of them can be hurt anymore. So, the castle it is, then!

He initially transported her to his Mother’s former patient room. It hadn’t been used in many years, but Alucard knew where to find clean sheets for the cot that he eventually deposited her on.

The first thing he did was clean the cuts and bruises she had littered all over her body. The next thing he did was consult his Mother’s notes on how to set a fractured bone. Her left leg and right arm were oddly positioned when he discovered her, but luckily only the arm was broken while her hip was dislocated. He supposed then, it was fortunate that she was asleep, otherwise, the setting of her arm and the popping back in of her leg would no doubt cause her great pain.

He found it rather silly once he was alone with just his thoughts later, but as he was mending to her injuries, he discussed his treatment with her, as if she was conscious and could actually hear and respond to what he was saying. It was similar to how he would talk to the Trevor and Sypha dolls he made, except, he didn’t have a voice to mimic. He would just let the silence fill in the blanks, and all the while he would wonder what her voice sounded like.

When it became apparent, she wasn’t going to wake anytime soon; he moved her to a more permanent room, close enough to his so he could hear her should she wake, but far enough to give her some privacy in a way.

Or at least that was how it was in the beginning. He would visit to adjust her bandages, clean her, give her fresh sheets, and then leave to let her rest in peace. But it was so lonesome in the castle. He couldn’t help but be drawn to the only other life-form stationed within its walls. He wanted to be near her.

It only went downhill from there.

Alucard recognized that it was irrational; they still hadn’t even met yet. In spite of that, he couldn’t help but feel like he knew her. He had devoted so much time to this girl, had told her so much about himself; he had bared his soul to her, and as a result, he experienced a connection he could not describe. It went deeper than conversation. It was… it was fate. Right? It had to be.

What else could have delivered her to him? What else could have possibly placed her right in his lap? I mean sure, it might have merely been a coincidence, but when in his life had anything come down to coincidence?

His existence, in and of itself, was like this cosmic bridge between destinies: his Father’s, his Mother’s, Belmont’s, Sypha’s, and his own. Why wouldn’t one more soul be tied to him? Her destiny was to come here, to remain here, to be his.

He needed her to stay; he needed her to wake up and finally be with him the way it was promised to be. There could be no other possibility: she was here, and she was his.

She was his own little Sleeping Beauty. And no matter how long it takes, he would be her Prince Charming, waiting for the day his love would rouse her from her slumber. Her future as his love was decided, even if she didn’t know it yet.

#castlevania imagines #castlevania imagine #alucard x reader #yandere alucard #yandere castlevania #alucard imagine #Castlevania #yandere #hc #alucard coma girl

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taesbetch · 4 years

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Den Of Hybrids | 05

Pairing: BTS x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Summary: Taking care of six hybrids can be a pain in the ass but when a stray needs y/ns help, y/n brings him home to his new family. Follow Y/n as she tries to help Taehyung (The new hybrid in town) fit in and continue to keep the other six alive along with other troubles that life brings.

Word Count: 2k

You stood at the back of your parked car, hands folded over your chest as you tried to contain your boiling anger. The park you were at was one the family used to visit a lot when you were younger. Those memories seemed so pure and happy, did you miss something? was your child mind completely oblivious to the misery that was your bloodline?

The sun was setting and time continued to tick by as both you and Hyuna awaited the arrival of the devil herself.

Finally, A black vehicle drove towards your area. As the car drove past you, you could almost feel the eyes of relieved hybrids. Your heart stopped as the car parked itself several parks away from yours. Turning towards it you prayed that the injuries weren't as bad as the pictures...but your prayers were ignored.

As the seven boys walked out the car one by one guarded by her henchmen, Your eyes watered. Namjoon limped as he held his right arm tightly, wincing with every breath. Jin clutched his shoulder, his left cheek bruised badly and his right eye still dark and battered. Jungkook walked with his ears hung low, his small cut healing. Jimin followed with what looked like a fresh slap wound and a small limp, pulling the weight off his foot. Taehyung followed closely behind jimin, looking the least emotionally traumatised and the least beaten with only a bruise on his forearm. Yoongi was next shoved out, carrying a heavy scowl on his face and multiple bruises on his arms and legs. Then, Hoseok walked, looking at you with big hopeful eyes he swallowed pain as he walked.

you wiped away a tear as you walked up to them, stopping about two car parks away as May raised her hand.

“Are you guys okay?!” You asked desperately as your voice cracked.

Each of them opened their mouths to answer but May spoke first.

“Wheres the money?” She spat.

You narrowed your eyes at her before pulling an envelope out of your pocket.

“I've got it. Now, give me back the boys” You spoke strongly, clearly over her shit. A small smirk found itself on her face. She nodded to her two henchmen. They stepped back letting the hybrids hesitantly shuffle towards you.

“It's okay, you're okay now” You urged. Jimin bit his lip as his eyes quickly spewed tears. Running over to you with a wail he was the first to embrace you. soon, all the boys had run over, participating in a massive group hug, you quickly wiped away jungkooks tears as hoseok squeezed your hand. It had felt like a whole eternity that they had been away. But now they were back. It was time to finish May off.

“Here,” You said as you broke free of your hybrids hold to pass her the envelope. The seven boys watched curiously as they noticed your demoneour change and hyuna quickly typed away on her phone.

Opening the envelope with an expectation of cheques, mays smirk quickly dropped.

“what's this?” She asked raising an eyebrow.

“It's your warning. I'm charging you for assault and blackmail...oh, actually. What else was there hyuna?” You asked cheekily as you looked back at your friend.

“Oh, I believe it was - Blackmart hybrid fighting, illegal work hours and payments, Tax evasion and hmm what else of yeah! scamming money from the rich! sounds oddly familiar” Hyuna explained.

You looked back to May and sighed heavily.

“You have NO proof of this” she scoffed as she folded her arms defensively.

“Oh, but i do. Ya know, You could've just asked. I probably would've said yes. I wanted your love and approval THAT badly i would've handed over 7 million with no hesitation. I just wanted my family around. And because of that my real family ended up getting hurt.” You stated, your voice strong and passionate but full of hurt.

“y/n, I'm all you have. You cant do this to me” She said, whimpering slightly as she saw the fire in your eyes.

“But i can, And i will. Because you've crossed a line aunt May” You said nonchalantly as sirens chimed in the background, getting closer and closer.

“You're going to regret this y/n, Trust me when i say this” SHe sneered as her two henchmen start backing away, ready to make a run for it.

“I’ll never trust anything that comes out of your mouth ever again”

You turned to walk away but swivel back around as the police cars start turning into the parking lot.

“Oh and one more thing... I hope you rot in hell”

Spinning around towards your car you walked quickly, ignoring her yells and her pleas, with the boys following closely you watched happily as the cops nodded at you, reassuring you that everything would be handled on their end. Right now, Aunt May was dead to you.

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“Okay, but are you sure?” You asked nervously as you stood at hoseoks door watching him dry his hair with a towel, clean clothes on his body.

“Y/n, I swear I'm okay. I just need some sleep honestly” He replied, his usual sunshine smile displayed on his face. You pouted at him as he sat himself down on his bed.

“Okay...but ill be checking on you in the morning” You replied. He smiled at you as you slowly closed the door, your eyes glued on him just in case.

You sighed as the door clicked shut, but your moment was quickly interrupted as taehyung walked around the corner. As you opened your mouth to continue your obsessive checking he cupped your face with his hands.

“Yes I'm okay, No I'm not mad at you, No I'm not upset that this was my first week in this household” He answered before giving you a tight squeeze.

“And don't worry, I will comfort jimin until you come to check on him” he added before walking off, his hands tucked in his pockets. You stood shocked for a second at how well he was handling everything. He seemed a little different to when he first arrived at the house, though he still seemed like a doe-eyed child, something had shifted and you weren't sure what..

Thinking of doe-eyed children you noticed how quiet it was. Jungkook.

Rushing upstairs you noticed that yoongis door was locked shut and took a mental note to check on him straight after. As you entered jungkooks room you noticed how he had rearranged his furniture.

“Kookie? You okay?” You asked as you nervously watch him throw clothes on the ground.

“Oh hey, y/n! Yeah, I'm fine” He replies. Not giving you a single glance. You walked closer, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Kookie” You said softly as he stopped.

“I'm fine, really. Namjoon and jin were the ones who took the most of it. especially in place of us...I just...I just think its time for me i change a little bit. To grow ya know?” He said.

You smiled softly at him.

“Well okay then, positive growth is never bad, just...tell me if you're not okay, alright?” You said. He smiled at you and nodded softly, returning back to what he was doing.

You bit your lip before walking out, heading to yoongis room. Placing an ear on his door you heard the shower running.

Your eyebrows furrowed but you shrugged it off. This wasn't his usual showering time but then again, he did just got through something rather traumatic. You walked to Jimin's room but the sound of two people snoring froze you in your spot.

A smile graced your face and for the first time in a minute, you felt calm. It was nice to know that the two boys had found peace with each other. Walking all the way downstairs you made your way to namjoons room, for some reason you weren't as concerned with your older hybrid before, but jungkooks words made your heart drop with worry.

“Namjoon?” You called softly as you slowly opened the door. Sobs filled the room. At the sight of you, namjoon shifted his body to face a wall, hiding away from you.

“Namjoon” You whispered as you closed the door, your heartbreaking a little. You rushed to his side letting him cry in your arms.

“You asked me to take care of everyone and i couldn't, i failed” He sobbed. Your heart broke even further as you realised the stress and pressure you had accidentally placed on your hybrid.

“Oh namjoon no, you didn't fail. You did your best! and jungkook told me all about how you and jin took the brunt of it all. God im so sorry, This is not your fault at all! AT ALL! I'm so sorry i put that pressure on you” You stated, a few tears falling out of your eyes.

“You did everything right namjoon. Grandma would be so proud of how you handled it” You added as you stroked his hair.

“I felt so..useless” He whimpered. You kissed his forehead softly before shaking your head.

“No. Don't ever think that about yourself. I need you here, things wouldn't work smoothly without you, i don't know how id manage this estate without you or the other hybrids....This was my mistake okay? don't be so hard on yourself I'm the one that fucked up...” You stated.

Namjoon took a deep breath before looking at you. His eyes blood red.

“I promise ill be better,” He said as he took your hand in his.

“That's not possible namjoon, You’re already the best”

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You dragged you feet towards your own room, hoping jin would be in there - ready for bed.

As you entered your room you stood at the doorway and stared at jins back. Your mind floated to when you first got jin. Back then it was only him and namjoon. You were still figuring out so many things and there jin was, always supporting and looking out for you.

As he turned around you were reminded of the pain he had enured as the bruises and black eye called for attention.

“there you are! You ready for bed?” He asked with his bright smile.

You pouted as you tried to contain your emotions but couldn't stop yourself. Bursting into tears you ran to jin and engulfed him in a hug.

“I'm so sorry! I'm really so sorry!” You sob.

He laughs as he wraps his arms around you.

“Its okay y/n. Look! I'm back now! were all back and were going to be okay! Sure that was a shitty experience but were going to be alright” He said as he rubbed your back.

“God damnit i should be the one, comforting you” You sighed as you pulled away from him and wiped your eyes, the tears refusing to stop.

“Have you done your rounds? Check on everyone first then you can come and listen to me sob” He smiled ruffling your hair. You laugh before doing a mental checklist...Yoongi.

“I'll be back”

Odd. The shower was still running. You knocked harshly just in case he couldn't hear, but there was no answer or call...nothing.

“I'm coming in yoongi I'm worried!” you said before using your master key to unlock his door. peaking your head in you noticed that only one little lamplight had been turned on and the window was fully opened. A fully opened window was never yoongis style.

you walked to his second level but still...

Empty.

You walked over to the bathroom noticing the door was open and yet, nothing. Just an empty shower. Turning off the water you looked around his room once more even checking to see if clothes were missing, or certain items...but nothing...

Your heart drops in your stomach as worry starts to consume you. As you hold yourself to protect your skin from the sudden breeze passing through the room you let the silence further feed your growing fear.

“Yoongi?”

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