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bokettochild · 10 months

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I just saw a post asking which Link would make the best villain and....

It's Time guys

Like, I love the man, but let's be real; he's a second from snapping and committing atrocities.

Twilight is so thoroughly traumatized by the vision the spirits gave him and Fi's judgement of him that he literally can't stand messing with magic that isn't actually his own or connected to him. And while, sure, he doesn't need magic to be a villain, let's be real, it'd take something magical to force him to turn his back on everything he's ever fought for.

Similarly, Wild fought and died for his kingdom, and his people. There is nothing and no one worse than what he's already seen that could possibly make him turn his back on it all and throw his work down the drain just to destroy everything he'd built himself.

Legend is the same. he's been doing this far too long to ditch now. Granted, he's a grump, but if you look at his games, you see he's a highly empathetic and caring person. Unlike the others, who were tasked with saving the world by a mentor or friend, or had to go and save a friend or family member, or who where sworn to duty; Legend was literally some kid who was asked by an utter stranger to help, and did. Six times. No way someone like that is going to go and destroy everything.

And Wind! Wind is a moral guy, with a good heart. he set out for personal reasons and saw in his journey that there were bigger fish to fry, and he fried them. He had no reason to take it on, no call of the goddess, no responsibility, no reason for him, a child, to go and save the world as well as his sister, but he did it anyway.

Sky and Warriors are simply too devout. Warriors to the kingdom and it's people; with everything he suffered for them, you can't tell me the man isn't dedicated to serving his country. And Sky is loyal to Sun, who is Hylia, so he literally would never go against her. And by the law of the Zelda universe, villains are those who go against Hylia and Hyrule.

Four is an iffy one. Most people might say "but Vio was a villain!" but let's be real; if you read the manga, you know Vio was bluffing all along. If Vio, part of Four, didn't bow even under Shadow's influence, and Vaati's, and Ganon's, then again; who and what would drive this man to become a villain? Granted, the persuing of dark magic to bring back his lost friend could be argued, but is more likely to lead to his corruption than his attempting to take over Hyrule and kill innocents.

Hyrule is tough, since we have very little to work off of in cannon, but come on, even if Hyrule did turn to evil, he wouldn't exactly be able to do much. Hyrule's already in ruins in his time, and the monsters wouldn't hear of working beside him. He'd have everyone against him, and even if he does hold the triforce in it's entirety and thus could do all sorts of horrible things, he has neither motivation nor reason to turn away to becoming a villain.

Time though......

Time has watched the world burn and all his efforts be turned around and lost. He has lost everything so many times, usually with no reward or reason. In the end, Time, though a good man, cares more for the individual than the country. He cares about his wife and his boys, and based off the scars, we can only guess what lengths he's already gone to in order to accomplish his goals.

Time, if faced with the right issue, has every risk of dropping from defender to threat. Hyrule be damned, this man cares for his wife, his kids, his home, and if you threaten that, no matter who you are, he will go after you. He's one second away from going after Hylia and all she has done to him and those around him. He detests the Blade of Evil's bane, the symbol of Hylia's blessing. He borders every moment on the precipice of taking power beyond mortals to fulfill his own wishes, even if it is to help those he loves.

Put Malon in danger, heck, one of the boys, and Time won't let something silly like morals stop him from doing whatever it takes to protect what little that is still his and hasn't already been taken from him. He will fight tooth and nail not to lose anything else, and he won't let even the goddesses stop him.l

#lu time #linked universe #linkeduniverse #ketto's brainfarts

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cravingcoldoreocake123 · 1 year

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Eternal garden

TW: Reader’s call sign is Nova, mentions of death, gun violence, and really sad shit 😟 (ooc ghost, maybe?)

For all my broken heart girlies, ilysm.

(also this my first time writing something related to cod, pls lmk what you think if u can! Enjoy! <3)

It happened in a split second, right before his frightened eyes.

the piercing sound of a single bullet flying right by him missing him, but it was all too late as he aimed his own gun at the sniper on the roof, as it has already penetrated her delicate skin.

Nova was his reason to keep going, he adored her more than anyone, vowed to protect her life for eternity even if that meant he could lose his.

He rushed to hold her fragile frame in his arms as a single tear fell from her eye down to the mask covering her soft features. Her eyes, in Simon’s world at least, were clouds for even when they fill with sorrow and drown the land, they paint the sky with unimaginable beauty.

Nova always feared this day would come, he’d always hold her so tight as she cried and burrowed her face so deep into his chest she could smell his scent for hours after. She’d sob for so long and he’d never get annoyed or bored with her, he was simply satisfied with the fact he was there for her, sometimes they’d fuck it out, and sometimes they wouldn’t, it all depended on his ‘beauty’, as he called her.

“I would rather have my bones crushed one by one, than see a single tear drop from your beautiful eyes, for your body is repairable, but your heart isn’t, my life.” He would say.

He was frightened to hold her that she’s pure, heavenly and unreachable for his sinned hands. “It hurts, Simon.” She cooed out softly, barely being able to speak.

And at that very moment, he felt his heart break into a million pieces as he could not take her pain away all to himself, he’d never be able to forgive himself for being so late and far enough form the bullet to not pierce his chest instead of hers.

“Johnny! Call for evac! Nova has been shot!”

Simon was a brave, strong man. He never cried for animals that died in movies or for children that passed from cancer. Hell, not even for his soldiers that fought beside him in war. But he felt his eyes water as blood started draining from her beautiful face.

“Don’t you dare close your eyes now, love. That’s an order!”

She smiled weakly as she held her cold hand against his cheek.

“Still bossy even in death, I see.”

“Don’t. Don’t let that word out of your mouth again, you hear me? You are not dying.”

Johnny rushed to his side taking in the sight before him; Simon crouched down on his knees holding what once was so cheerful and full of life, become tainted with blood and face painted of yellow.

“I called for evac but we are far from reach, Ghost, said they’ll be here in an hour.”

Simon Riley then prayed. He closed his teary eyes and prayed so hard to a god he didn’t know if he believed in, to save his beloved.

“You can do it, darling, I know you can. You have been through worse, I believe in you strong girl.” He babbled on and on about how you were stronger than a bullet, but he didn’t know if he was comforting you or himself. “My sweet girl.”

Johnny always suspected there was something between the lieutenant and his sergeant, but he was still a bit surprised at Simon’s affection and emotions.

They were inseparable back at base, even in missions, Simon always made sure Nova was right by him. Sometimes Soap and Gaz would make fun of their lieutenant as he always was looked out for her, made sure there was enough food left for her, pulled back her chair when she went to sit and scared off soldiers that bothered her, but he’d always deny their allegations and tell them to “shut it”, but they all knew he was just frightened and believed he was undeserving of any form of love, let alone yours.

He was smitten ever since the day you arrived, and if he was blinded by the moment he laid his eyes on you, his soul would not grieve, for in that very instance, it truly gazed upon perfection.

To say that he was scared was an understatement. He couldn’t bring himself to let go of her hand or even dare to look away from her face, feeling as if she’d slip away if he did.

“Do you remember what we talked about before this mission? How we’d retire, get a cabin somewhere far in the woods, with a big dog? Hm?”

she stayed still for a minute before chuckling faintly. “And two cats.”

He laughed, genuinely laughed at her response, she was always cheerful and full of hope even in the worse of situations. “And two cats.” He repeated.

“You promised we’d name the dog Fluffy, and that he’d be a golden retriever. You never liked cats much though.”

“We can get as many cats and dogs as you want my love, just keep those pretty eyes open for me, yeah? Johnny is here for you too.”

Ghost reached for her other hand and put in on top of Soap’s.

Johnny tried his best to not break down in front of his dying friend. They were always the trouble makers back at the base. Clowns, as Captain Price labeled the pair. They would always pull the silliest pranks on their teammates, they once poured a whole tub of salt into Gaz’s coffee, and cut holes in a few shirts of ghost’s after they both finished watching Mean Girls together, but Johnny got a taste of his own medicine once when his partner in crime turned against him and put neon green hair dye in his conditioner, and let’s just say that that did not end well as he gained a new look and an eye infection.

“They’re almost here, Nova, you’re gonna be back on your feet in no time, and we’ll pull even more pranks back in base, we can even get captain Price this time! We can sew a unicorn horn in the middle of his hat, like we said we would. How does that sound?” He frantically said.

Silence.

Dreaded silence was all that was heard before both her hands dropped to the ground beside her limp body. She was unresponsive.

Johnny couldn’t hold his tears back anymore and let them fall freely on her stomach as he clung so tightly to the corpse of his best friend.

Simon was crushed, to say the very least. He kept his warm hands on her beautiful face, and even in death’s grip she looked stunning, her face beamed underneath the setting sun, and her chapped lips curled up into a soft smile, and if it wasn’t for the blood on her clothes, you’d think she was in deep sleep.

He couldn’t bring himself to let go of her, even after evacuation arrived at scene, including captain price, Gaz and König. They all had to pry him off of her so that they could put her body on the carrier, and to the helicopter. That was the first and last time they had ever seen Ghost break down, so miserable and helpless.

Simon never once forgot about Nova, or her cheerful smile that lit up every room brighter than the early rays of the morning sun, nor her ridiculous jokes she’d crack at the wrong times. She was his light, his dream, and if he had a flower for every thought he had of her after her death, he’d walk through a beautiful garden for eternity.

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myuntoldstory · 15 days

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i'll marry you after this

Written for @jilymicrofics Mystery Microfic May Event. Everyone's guessed me right!

A special thanks to @eastwindmlk for the wonderful banner as well.

Prompt 9: Whisper

“I’ll f-fucking marry y-you after this,” James breathes. “You’ve already proposed to me,” she jokes, voice low and devoid of humour. It takes all her effort not to let her focus slip. “N-no, fuck,” he grits his teeth. “I m-mean marry you after t-this. I don’t want to wait. W-we can v-very well die soon and I d-don’t want to d-die without b-becoming your h-husband.”

During a mission, Lily and James find themselves in a noise-activated trap. With James injured and time running out as the Death Eaters close in on them, Lily has to work fast to save her fiancé and get out.

read on ao3 or under the cut

warnings: blood, pain, mild violence, references to dying

“James!”

A whistle, a gasp. Lily stares at the arrow with wide eyes. The head is embedded into the stone where she used to stand. She moves, foot slipping across the small puddle of blood. A loud thump echoes in the room as she falls. Panels open on the walls. She dodges the arrows flying straight at her. Something clicks as the last arrow whistles past her ear. She looks around the room where she and James have jumped in to escape the Death Eaters.

James.

He’s on the floor, teeth gritted, breathing heavily. He seems to be close to screaming. Lily shakes at the sight of him. Panic bubbles from the bottom of her stomach, and she tamps it down. Carefully, quietly, she crawls towards her fiancé, eyes darting at the walls, terrified of anything that’ll trigger it. But thank god, thank god. She reaches for him, pulls him towards her lap.

Blood. So much of it. So much of his life leaking out of him and onto stone. Her breaths come out in strained bursts. Trembling fingertips reach towards the arrow sticking out of his abdomen. She presses her hand around the wound, a futile effort to keep what’s left of him inside—her mind blanks; the four walls around them close in, trapping her, draining all hope.

“Lily—”

“Shh—shh…” she whispers, pressing crimson fingers against his mouth. “Noise… activates…”

James’ eyes flutter and dart around. “O-okay…”

“D-don’t move—”

“Fuck!”

“Sorry—I’m sorry.” She looks closely at how bad he is, how hard she has to fight the fates this time to keep him alive. She bites back a cry. “Oh my god—no, no, it’s f-fine—you’ll be f-fine.”

“C-comforting after that l-little f-freak out...” He musters a pained smile.

“S-shut up.” That’s him trying, but she can’t smile for him. Not this time. “Shut up. It’s deep and poisoned—Christ, James.” She sniffles, pushing back the tears, the panic. “I-I have a fix, but I have to—I’m sorry—I have to pull it out.”

“... I h-have to be q-quiet?”

“Y-yeah. I’m sorry—”

“F-fuck it. I-I’m ready.”

“Okay.” She braces herself. It’s like the poison inside him is transferring to her, spreading dread and an unshakeable feeling that they will not survive. Not this time. “Just… deep breath, okay, and keep quiet.”

Lily barely moves, but James hisses. She tenses, but all remains quiet. She pets James’ hair, kisses him. He barely kisses back, lips trembling, all of him shaking—whether from pain or because he’s dying. She doesn’t know—she doesn’t want to. He’ll live. She’ll make sure he fucking does. They’re not dying here. Dying here kills everything they ever fought, sacrificed, and died for, all to keep a man hellbent on destroying everything they loved at bay.

She hears the thundering footsteps of the Death Eaters in the distance. It won’t be long before they find them. If she doesn’t move now, if she keeps hesitating, then they will die here. It won’t matter what she wants. She steels herself, looks down at James, curls her hand into a tight fist and pushes her arm along his lips.

“W-what are you doing?” he murmurs.

“Bite on me.”

“What—”

“Do it, Potter; I’m pulling it out in one go.”

She shoves her arm into his mouth as he protests, at the same time pulling the arrow out in one movement. She grits her teeth, a whimper hissing out as James’ teeth sink past her skin. A quiet, muted grunt escapes him—not loud enough for the trap. They stay still for a few seconds, laboured breaths stuttering out.

Then, she gets to work.

She’s best at non-verbal healing spells, but it takes immense concentration. She stitches the wound, stops the poison from running its course, but she can’t expel it. That’s for the healers at St Mungo’s to deal with. For that to happen, they must get out. Now.

The footsteps thunder closer.

“I’ll f-fucking marry y-you after this,” James breathes.

“You’ve already proposed to me,” she jokes, voice low and devoid of humour. It takes all her effort not to let her focus slip.

“N-no, fuck,” he grits his teeth. “I m-mean marry you after t-this. I don’t want to wait. W-we can v-very well die soon and I d-don’t want to d-die without b-becoming your h-husband.”

“Okay. Marry me.” Tears sting her eyes. “Marry me. Let’s have kids.”

“R-really?”

“You want a son, right?” she grins at him, tears falling down her cheeks. “I’ll give you one.”

“I l-love you so m-much.”

“Don’t,” she grits, not mistaking the tone he let slip. “Don’t you dare.”

James nods, falling silent. They need to escape. She props James against her, looking around. Despite the trap being noise-activated, she can still do magic. An idea occurs to her—risky, but it’s their best chance. And it has to be non-verbal. Doubt makes her pause, but one look at James, and she knows it’s a risk she must take.

Holding him against her, she closes her eyes and concentrates. Two spells—both have to be perfect. She steadies her breath. In a split second, explosions thunder overhead. The panels open, and arrows rain towards its direction. At the same time, she grips James and apparates them out of the trap, leaving a loud crack in its wake.

They land on wet grass—the rendezvous point. Lily on her back, an unconscious James in her arms. There’s noise—horror, joy, alarm, familiar, safe, but it’s all fuzzy. She loses sense of everything. It all converges and crashes on her like a wave, dragging her in the rip, weighing down her lids. Her left arm throbs from James’ bite, pinpoints of pain on her shoulders, extreme heat…

But it’s okay.

They’re now safe with the Order, their friends.

So, she lets darkness overtake her.

#jily #jily fanfic #james potter #lily evans #jple #james potter x lily evans #james x lily #marauders era #harry potter fanfic #hp fanfic #mus writes #mus writes fanfic

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eirenical · 2 months

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OK, so I missed WiP Wednesday AGAIN, but I'm getting closer? From earlier in the fic this time, set after Monk Wuliao brings Li Xiangyi and Di Feisheng back to Pudu Temple to do what he can to heal Li Xiangyi from the Bicha Poison...

[Other snippets posted, not necessarily in order.]

Di Feisheng moved to the other side of the pallet, taking Li Xiangyi's hand in his, pressing his fingers against his wrist. It was exactly as the monk had said. The flow of qi was slow, weak, already stagnating, no longer the swift coursing river to Beifang Baiyang's storm, now barely a trickle. He could force his own neili into Li Xiangyi's body, could send it surging through that system and wake it to his own rhythm, but in Li Xiangyi's fragile state, that would surely cause more harm than good. The monk was right. The strength that could save Li Xiangyi had to come from Li Xiangyi himself. He looked up, nodding once in the monk's direction. "Do your work, monk. I'll make sure that it takes."

The healing that followed was one of the more gruesome experiences that Di Feisheng had ever had the misfortune to witness, and he had been raised in the Di Fortress where children as young as five were slaughtered every day. The poison had to be fought back not once, but again and again and again, drawn away from organ systems vital to the body and into places where it would do less lethal damage. But with each new place the poison was sequestered away, Li Xiangyi's body weakened, meridian after meridian going dark and unresponsive, that powerful neili draining away until there was barely any left.

Li Xiangyi's heart faltered twice, stopped entirely a third time, and only the monk's shouted instructions and a surge of Beifang Baiyang at the right moment kept it beating. Li Xiangyi was sitting upright by the end only by the grace of Di Feisheng sitting in front of him, arms entwined with his to support his body as the monk and his needles worked their will. As last night, for one brief moment only, Li Xiangyi's eyes slid open, lucid amidst the torture of this healing, to lock with Di Feisheng's, the message in them clear as a shout to one who understood him so well.

Let me go.

No. That was the one thing that Di Feisheng could not do. Where there was life, there was hope, and Di Feisheng would not give up his unless there was no other choice remaining.

Li Xiangyi's eyes slid closed again, his entire body jerking between Di Feisheng and Monk Wuliao, an anguished cry escaping his lips just before he coughed up what seemed a river of dark, thickened blood. Di Feisheng pulled him close, supporting a body that now shook with violent tremors as Monk Wuliao fought to tame the last vestiges of the poison in Li Xiangyi's system. When it was over, and all was silent, Di Feisheng dared to draw back, to look once more on that pale countenance. In quiet shock, he breathed out: "…what have we done?"

From behind Li Xiangyi, the monk's exhausted voice explained, "Such a healing is not without cost, Di-mengzhu."

Di Feisheng shifted his grip, pulling Li Xiangyi's limp body into his lap and tipping his head onto his shoulder. In the scant few hours since they had begun, most of the muscle mass Li Xiangyi's frame had carried was gone, eaten away by the poison as it was sequestered away in his system—not eliminated, nor truly detoxified, the monk had been clear that that wasn't possible with the skills he had—leaving behind little but skin and bones. The high cheekbones remained, but the full cheeks were gone, leaving behind a gaunt expression in a deeply changed face. And worst of all, that formidable neili, that deep, surging river that was Yangzhouman, was all but gone. Only the smallest stream remained behind, circulating through Li Xiangyi's heart meridian, protecting the only ground they had managed to save.

He pressed his face into Li Xiangyi's chest, despair welling up despite his best efforts to focus on what they had managed to save. Li Xiangyi was alive. But how long could he remain so in such a state? What kind of life could he live? And what damage had been done in the hours he had been out of Di Feisheng's sight to leave him believing that this broken, diminished existence was the only life he deserved?

Question after question after question. And Di Feisheng would get no answers until Li Xiangyi awoke. He listened intently as the monk detailed what he should do for Li Xiangyi over the next few critical hours, how he could help, and more importantly, what might cause harm if he was too overzealous. When all was said and done, he laid Li Xiangyi down on the pallet, drawing the covers over his still form, and curled around him, protecting him in the only way he could.

#mysterious lotus casebook #eirenical writes things #snippet #di feisheng #li lianhua #li xiangyi #feihua #dihua #monk wuliao #lian hua lou #di feisheng x li lianhua #di feisheng x li xiangyi #wip wednesday #...sort of #XD #the donghai battle was a hatefuck au #warning: injury #warning: suicidal ideation

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dark-elf-writes · 27 days

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Master of death Harry at UA who accidentally summons Oboro’s ghost and doesn’t get why Shota and Hizashi are crying but doesn’t say anything as they cry

I read this as MoD Harry as a student doing this which makes this funnier and also more heartbreaking.

Like Harry leaving after the battle and needing to do something different, something that doesn’t involve a castle of ghosts and the memory of blood on his hands and screams in his ears, he ends up, through a letter sent to him at exactly the right moment courtesy of Nezu (and how he managed to get a letter delivered to an unplayable address Harry isn’t sure he wants to know), as the oldest member of 1-A.

He doesn’t really know what to claim as a quirk because his magic is fucked and telling people is illegal but then he summons a ghost (the previous tenant of his apartment who had a heart attack and Merlin he is going to have words with his realtor) literally the night before and decides “Necromancer” is close enough. Besides the dead flock to him now (had they always?) whether he wants them to or not, it’s only fair that he gets something out of it other than a terrible sleep schedule and the world’s first anti-ghost ward outside his bathroom.

And UA has no shortage of ghosts. Students, alumni, and former teachers alike follow Harry’s every step from the moment he enters the gates a day before everyone else (for a meeting with his new teachers to “see where he places due to his unique circumstances” which sounded like kind way to say “we know you have a year four education in non magical subjects”) but one in particular shoos the others away with a smile and whisper of… something herding them off. He doesn’t fully manifest, invisible to everyone but Harry, as he follows his steps.

“Hey, kid, you’re the transfer right?”

If Harry was less used to ghosts he would be a little offended about being called “kid” by someone who looked the same age as him, but Ghosts were frozen as how they were when they died. For better or worse.

At least when around Harry they didn’t show their death wounds. Instead appearing whole and unblemished.

The meeting room was full when Harry entered, the ghost at his shoulder, and he fought the urge to check for exits. He didn’t need a window to get away with his magic, didn’t think any of the people here were strong enough to stop him if he wanted to leave, quirks or no, not since he had collected the hallows and everything changed.

“Er, hello.”

Well, maybe not everything changed.

Several of the teachers smile, one with the most ridiculous hairstyle he has ever seen beaming particularly brightly, but it was Nezu that drew his eye.

Nezu who smiled at him and gestured to where a steaming cup of tea waited at the empty space on the table. “Potter-kun. How lovely it is to meet you in person.”

Harry had barely made it to table when he felt the familiar yank of his power slipping the leash — less common now but always at the worst moments — and a moment later the ghost still following him gasped as color flooded him.

Huh. His hair was blue. Teddy would like that.

The blond teacher stood so quickly their chair flipped behind them followed by two others wide eyed and disbelieving as they stared at the ghost. The ghost who watched them with eyes just as wide, wiggling his fingers and gasping when their eyes followed the movement.

“You can see me?!”

Harry froze, not daring to breathe. Fuck this was bad, but the question was how bad.

Then one of the teachers, the woman who Harry was very careful to not look below her shoulders, sobbed.

Right… this was… not a great way to start a new school. “Traumatize your professors” was usually a term four activity for him not before school had officially started. Still it couldn’t hurt to let them talk for a while. He could always send the ghost away if things went south… probably… maybe… eventually.

Harry sank into his seat and drained his tea in one long swallow. This was going to be along day.

#the elf talks #mha #bnha #harry potter #feral about this tbh

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ramblingoak · 8 months

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The Vampire's Bride part 2

(This is dedicated to the Anon that told me vampires were overdone)

Just another bit of The Cardinal's Bride rewritten with vampires in honor of spooky season. Probably will only do maybe one or two more parts? Thank you to @ghuleh-recs for the banner!

Read Part One / Three / Napping With A Monster

Cardinal Copia x Female Reader ~ The Ghouls fight over why you're still alive and you make the mistake of running from The Cardinal

Warnings: vampire violence, blood, sexy vampire!cowboy!copia, nsfw, 18+ only, mdni, 2k words

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The branches grabbed at you as if they were hands, your dress getting more torn up as you rushed through the woods. This was stupid, you knew it was stupid, but when the two Ghouls had started fighting each other you had to take the chance. The vampires had fought often since they had taken you, but this was the first fight that had gotten especially violent.

It was also the first time they had fought over you.

Sunshine was the one that always questioned The Cardinal, Copia as you had learned, although he seemed used to it for the most part. He’d either humor her or ignore her and she seemed fine either way. It was when she had asked why you were still alive that the mood had taken a turn. You had been huddled by the campfire trying to stay warm when she had brought it up. Copia was sitting on the other side of the fire, his eyes on you every time you snuck a glance. He only looked away when Sunshine questioned him about you.

“Is there a reason she’s still here?” Copia just gave her a single nod and she had bared her teeth at him. “Care to share with everyone?”

“Not really, no.” When Sunshine growled Copia had flashed his own fangs at her. “Don’t forget your place here.”

“Well apparently ‘my place’ is just to blindly follow you and starve.”

“We all fed less than a week ago and we fed well. Control your cravings or stay behind next time.”

“Maybe you should control your cravings.”

“What in the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Oh please, I’ve seen the way you look at her.” Most of the camp had already been invested in Sunshine and Copia’s conversation but now everyone had stopped to watch them. “Like you’re hungry for more than her blood.”

“Sunshine, back off.” Aether, one of the only Ghouls that had been kind to you had stepped close. “Leave it alone.”

“No Aether I want to hear what she has to say.” Copia crossed his arms and looked up at her, waving his hand in a circle when she stayed silent. “Oh did you run out of courage?”

“Fuck you, she should have died with the rest of them.”

“What’s the matter Sunny? You jealous?”

The Ghoulette whipped her head around, her red eyes glowing with anger in the moonlight as she glared at the Ghoul that spoke.

“Fuck off, Swiss.”

“Mmm, no. You fuck off. It’s the boss’s business if he wants to keep a little midnight snack around.”

“The problem is no one is doing any snacking! We’re going to have to start drinking deer blood soon.”

“Maybe I meant a different kind of snacking. Not that you’d have much experience with that seeing as you’re so fucking obnoxious you’d have to drain someone for them to spend any amount of time with you.”

Even Copia raised an eyebrow at that. You shifted nervously, watching as Sunshine stared Swiss down. The Ghoul was smirking back at her, neither one of them moving until Swiss winked and pursed his lips toward her. With an inhuman shriek Sunshine launched towards him, her body like a blur as she slammed into his body. They tumbled across the ground, snarling and snapping at each other. Aether and the tall Ghoul, Mountain, surged forward to try and break them apart, but when Mountain wrapped his arms around Sunshine’s chest she slammed her head back and connected with his face.

“Fuck!”

He shoved her away, directly into Aether, both of them going down in a tangle of limbs. Swiss leapt up from the ground and followed them. The Ghoul had his hands at his side, fingers spread out with nails seemingly growing into claws as he growled and reached out to grab Sunshine. Mountain shook his head, blood splattering the ground as he ran after Swiss. He slammed into his back, shoving him into the dirt face first. Swiss quickly rolled over onto his back and dove at Mountain’s legs, both of them immediately tearing at each other.

With four of the Ghouls fighting the others seemed reluctant to try and stop it. It wasn’t until Aether cried out, a spray of blood emitting from a claw mark Sunshine had just given him on his face that the rest of them finally sprung into action. Dewdrop and Rain got in between Swiss and Mountain while Copia grabbed the back of Sunshine’s hair and attempted to peel her off Aether. They were all growling and hissing, none of them looking your way. You slowly rose and began to back away from the fire, not knowing how far you might get in the dark but your fear of what might happen if you stayed was too great.

It was worth a shot.

At this point you weren’t sure how long you had been going. The shouting and snarling was long gone, the only sounds you heard were bugs and owls as they went about their business. You were straining your ears, hoping to hear the small stream you had all crossed earlier, but you really had no clue what direction it was. A whimper left you involuntarily, quickly turning into a sob.

You stumbled to a stop, leaning over and resting your hands on your knees as you took deep, panting breaths. What were you doing? You’d reach the creek and then what? You had nothing with you, no idea where to go, stuck in the middle of a noisy forest. As if on cue an owl shrieked and took off right above you. Leaves spun down around you from the tree and the moment would have been peaceful if it wasn’t for the fear of what you left behind.

After a deep shuddering breath you looked up into the tree canopy. There was no sign of the owl anymore, but as your breathing quieted you began to frantically look around. Something was off here, but it took you a moment to realize what…

The forest was silent.

There were no more owls or bugs, no frogs singing. The trees weren’t even moving. It was like the entire forest was waiting for something to happen. A twig snapping nearby had you spinning around and looking into the trees for what might have caused it, but it was too dark. You exhaled slowly as you started to back away, not looking behind you in case something rushed at your front. There was a rustle close by and then a cool breeze drifting right across your cheek, a whispered word barely forming along your skin.

“Bambola.”

You gasped and spun around again but the only thing in front of you was more dark forest. Another whisper next to your other cheek made you yelp and stumble back. Your dress got tangled in some fallen limbs and you cried out when one scraped across your cheek. You had to get out of here. With a strangled cry you shoved yourself back on your feet and started running again. The forest was still quiet and your footsteps were loud, there would be no hiding from whatever chased you.

“Bambola.”

One glance behind you was all it took. As soon as you looked away from where you were running your body slammed into what felt like a wall. But it wasn’t a wall or a tree, it was the vampire that had kidnapped you for reasons he hadn’t told you yet. Tears started to spill down your cheeks as you futilely hit his chest to try and get away. All that got you was a deep chuckle as you were pulled tightly against his chest.

“Please let me go, please!”

“Now, now bambola. Where’s the fun in that?” His sharp nails bit into your chin as he tilted it up so you were forced to look at his face. “What’s happened here?”

When he reached towards your cheek with his other hand you flinched back, turning your face away from him.

“Please Cardinal, just let me go.”

He didn’t say anything at your plea so you kept your head away from him. Copia leaned forward, his nose nearly brushing the scratch from the tree limb. You started shaking when he took a deep breath, groaning as he did so.

“I can’t bring you back like this.” You gasped when something wet touched your skin, a quick flick of his tongue against the cut. Copia groaned, deep and almost wild sounding, before you felt it again. This time it ran from one end of the scratch to the other. “Cazzo, you taste unholy.”

You whimpered at his words, at his actions. He continued to lap your cheek, his chest vibrating with what almost felt like purrs. When he stopped he dragged his lips to your ear, nipping at the lobe. You couldn’t help but beg, to plead with him again to let you go.

“I can’t go back there, Cardinal.”

“No you cannot, not like this.”

That got you to turn and face him. It was shameful how you felt about this man. About this vampire. He was a monster, he wasn’t someone you should have fantasized about to begin with. You shouldn’t be feeling a thrill run through you when you finally opened your eyes to look at him. To see the effect your blood had on him. His red and white eyes seemed to be staring into your soul, his mouth open so you could see his fangs up close.

The Cardinal was mesmerizing.

You whispered please again but he just shook his head. As your eyes wandered over his face you noticed a few scratches, presumably from fighting with his Ghouls. Part of his hair was slicked back with blood but you couldn’t tell if it was his or not. You yelped when he abruptly growled, spinning you around and pinning you against a nearby tree.

“I can protect you bambola, but it comes with a price.” You shook your head, you didn’t want to hear about the deal or the price of it. His mouth broke out in a feral grin before he continued. “Look at me. I can make it so no one dares touch you. Human or otherwise.”

It was like you were in a trance, his eyes so intense you were scared to look away. Mustering up all the courage you had left you lifted your chin defiantly and glared at him.

“I don’t need your help with anything.”

Copia laughed at that, a dark sound that sent a shiver down your body.

“If you go back there they will tear you apart.” He lowered his head so his lips were touching your ear again. “I’ll make sure no one will dare touch you.”

Your hands found their way to his chest, clinging to his jacket. What was he talking about?

“I don’t understand…what will you do?” Copia didn’t say anything, he just lowered his head and brushed his nose along the line of your jaw. You felt his lips brushing against your skin as he moved further down. He couldn’t mean… “No!”

“Just a taste, mia bambola. Enough to mark you.”

You started pushing at his chest, shaking your head frantically.

“No! I’m supposed to trust you to stop?!”

Copia slipped a hand into your hair, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“What other options do you have?” He leaned forward and licked up a tear that had begun to fall down your cheek. “I promise I’ll be gentle. It won’t hurt for very long. And after…”

His mouth was hovering over yours now, his lips just out of reach.

“After what? What happens after?”

Your breath hitched as he smiled at you, his fangs shining in the moonlight.

“After that you’ll be begging me to do it again.”

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llovelyclouds · 9 months

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notes on pyrrha dve

heres all the relevant info i took note of on pyrrha during my tlt reread, in one place!

(you can find all the other posts from this project here!)

PYRRHA DVE

titles:

Gideon’s cavalier, first gen, founded the second

greek mythological orgin of the name pyrrha

also, pyrrhic victory

notes from gideon the ninth:

G1deon & Pyrrha's room in Canaan house includes a drawing of a chimaera that Gideon describes as "familiar" and a picture on the wall of John and his pals (presumably) with everyone's faces scribbled out with a thick black marker. Also guns (gtn. pg. 205)

notes from harrow the ninth:

presumably lead the development of her and G1dieon's trial at Canaan house, as Mercy refers to it as "Pyrrha's trial" (htn. pg. 97)

The reason G1deon is named the Saint of Duty (htn. pg. 177)

Asked Wake to kill G1deon quickly (htn. pg. 205)

Was most likely the one conscious in G1dieon’s body when Harrow caught her fucking Wake in Cytherea’s body????? (htn. pg. 216)

"I will remember the first time you kissed me- you apologised- you said, I am sorry, destroy me as I am, but I want to kiss you before I am killed, and I said to you why, and you said, because I have only once met someone so utterly willing to burn for what they believed in, and I loved him on sight, and the first time I died I asked of him what I now ask of you / I kissed you and later I would kiss him too before I understood what you were, and all three of us lived to regret it- but when I am in heaven I will remember your mouth, and when you roast down in hell I think you will remember mine" -Wake's note (htn. pg. 252)

All the lyctors and John loved her (and also thought she was super hot) (htn. pg. 274)

Augustine developed his smoking habit to impress her (htn. pg. 275)

Was ten years older than Augustine (htn. Pg. 278)

G1deon & Pyrrha liked Alecto despite the fact that the other lyctors (at least Mercy and Augustine) didn't (htn. pg. 479)

Mattaius Nonius fought G1deon, and seems to owe Pyrrha a debt (htn. pg. 455)

"We compartmentalised from the Eightfold Word, just like you and your girl- though I'm an accident, and he took more from me than got taken from you. I was able to go underground, even from him."- Pyrrha (htn. pg. 494)

notes from nona the ninth:

Used to be a cop, made detective, knew Gideon from "way back" (ntn. pg. 74)

"'You should be draining and replacing her fucking brain fluid,' said Pyrrha. 'When Gideon and I designed that trial, I used to crack his skull and sieve it myself, just as a control variable. It's aggregative. I doubt you're testing her white blood cell count either. The only other people I put through that damn trial were Mercy and Cris, because only Cris didn't mind being trepanned on the regular. Fucking around with souls is the problem, Sextus… you can't ever get data on souls.'" - Pyrrha, discussing when Cam & Pal "overlap" (ntn. pg. 84)

"I visited her hometown back before Anastasia got settled, and it was grim as fuck then. Just spooky caves all the way down…" -Pyrrha (ntn. pg. 86)

"'Do they still do gravid carry where you come from?' 'On the Sixth, only for research,' said Palamedes. 'I helped at a birth once. Theres a lot of noise and run-up before the real thing happens.'" -Pyrrha and Palamedes (ntn. pg. 121)

"P- was great, but like, Ministry ties or no Ministry ties, a big part of her career was going around to the local high schools and telling the drugs kids that they shouldn't be doing drugs. She'd won medals for competition shooting back north in Hamilton, but we're not talking Jesse James. We're talking Hamilton."- john (ntn. pg. 191)

"She chose us that day, not her career. I always loved her for that. She'd adored being a cop." -john (ntn. pg. 191)

"and it was P- of all people who said, First things first. If they're going to let us fix the world, you've got to make them take us seriously. Get some leverage. If they want to make you into a bad wizard, be a bad wizard. We can write the history books to say you were a good wizard. Or at least an okay wizard. They're not going to listen because we talk nicely, they're going to listen because we scare the shit out of them. He said, Which goes to show you that only getting to NCEA Level 2 isnt going to stop you making waves in life, right." (ntn. pg. 271)

"Nona had thrown exactly two tantrums in her entire life. She couldn't remember anything about the first one, but Pyrrha had told her about it. Pyrrha had been laughing with her mouth, but not with her eyes: her eyes had been very brown and distant and uneasy, as though this tantrum had reminded Pyrrha of something her brain didn't want to bring back." (ntn. pg. 275)

She mentions disco?? how does she know what disco is??? (ntn. pg. 362)

"Gideon… G-, you died for nothing." -Pyrrha (ntn. pg. 390)

“I remember P- behind a barricade… not dead yet… telling me, John, run.” (ntn. pg. 406)

Died pretty immediately after Mercy and Augustine, but before G1deon (ntn. Pg. 407)

“Who are you, foreigner, that you know the mysteries of the Anastasian?” “I was here before it was the Anastasian,” said Pyrrha absently. “Painted a nursery. Mint green.” (ntn. pg. 453)

“Cass and Mercy and I worked on cell thanergy- we need thanergy, fresh thanergy, to activate…” - Pyrrha (ntn. pg. 471)

“And Alecto said, Pyrrha, he laid me down as an appeasement to them; he fed you to them as an appeasement to them; but he has never appeased me, and now all he has done was teach me how to die.“ (ntn. Pg. 476)

#junos silly little locked tomb thoughts #tlt #the locked tomb #tlt meta #tlt analysis #gtn #htn #ntn #atn #ntn spoilers #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #nona the ninth #alecto the ninth #pyrrha #pyrrha dve

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lorcandidlucienwill · 6 months

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Tamlin's villain origin story part 8

Feyre makes a last-ditch attempt to muster up allies against Tam Tam and company!

Feyre’s POV Feyre got dressed up in preparation for a meeting with Thesan, the High Lord of Dawn. Given that the solar courts generally got along well enough, and Day was already accounted for, Thesan was their best bet.

She would be going alone this time, owing to the fact that Cassian and Azriel were both occupied. There was trouble in the Illyrian camps; they were going crazy, claiming females had just sprouted wings out of nowhere and were attacking them with faebane dart guns. It all sounded crazy to Feyre, but Devlon was dead, so it was obviously serious. Mor was in Vallahan, desperately trying to secure an alliance for the Night Court, and Amren was with Varian, trying to convince other members of Tarquin's court to ally with them against their High Lord's bidding.

She had worn a gold and red dress to match the Dawn court sky. As she winnowed into Dawn, she again admired the gentle glow of the place. She smiled at the guards at the door as they let her into golden palace of Thesan.

Thesan smiled at Feyre easily. “Feyre Cursebreaker.”

She hadn’t heard that nickname in a while. “Thesan.” She smiled at him. The most welcome reception she had received so far.

“Shall we?” Thesan waved to a servant, who came back with a pleasant-smelling drink. “It’s saffron tea,” Thesan said. “Go on. Try it.”

Feyre assented, taking a sip. It was incredible. She moaned without thinking and finished the entire thing within a few minutes. Thesan appraised her, amused. Feyre blushed.

“Sorry,” Feyre muttered.

Thesan just smiled. “If you enjoy it so much, you ought to take some back with you to Velaris.” Feyre giggled. “Maybe I will.”

It took her several moments for her to register the words Thesan had said.

Velaris. Velaris.

Thesan knew.

Feyre stood up, opening her mouth to say Cauldron knew what when somebody grabbed her arm and pulled her against a hard body. Within seconds, a knife was at her throat.

“Hello, Feyre,” Tamlin purred. Feyre tried to winnow out of his reach but found her magic had abandoned her.

“Oh, that tea was laced with faebane, sweetheart,” Thesan said. “You should probably watch what you drink." From the shadows, Tarquin, Helion, and Elain all appeared. Four High Lords in one room with her sister. “If you’re wondering where the others are,” Tamlin whispered low in her ear like a lover, “they’re with your little friends. Nesta and the Illyrian females, armed with the Cauldron, were enough to handle your dogs. He smiled against her ear. “Lucien went after Mor, Eris after Amren. The Court of Nightmares has thrown a rebellion and wrecked your army.”

Feyre’s face drained of color. Tamlin sighed. “I was wondering what I did that was so bad that you would ditch me for the Night Court of all the courts. I finally realized- nothing. You became Rhysand’s creature. You became everything you fought against. You got countless innocent people killed. You stole and whored and murdered and felt no regrets. You glorified in it, in oppressing others. You abused Lucien’s friendship and made excuses for it. Breaking Ianthe’s arm didn’t erase everything you did to him. I was most astonished by the fact that you didn’t even seem to care. You blocked out anyone who tried to tell you you’re wrong. And that’s when I realized- the girl I fell in love with died under the Mountain. And the male you fell in love with died the moment I realized that.”

Feyre couldn’t move an inch, each word from Tamlin sinking into her very bones.

“Revenge isn’t my typical style,” Tamlin continued. “But somebody had to teach you a lesson. And who better than the one you humiliated the most?”

No no no no-

“Checkmate, Feyre darling,” Tamlin crooned mockingly. A mockery, an insult of what Rhysand had called her. Every last fucking detail, he had recalled. His observation was even better than she had expected.

Feyre couldn’t do anything but stand there; she lost track of time as hands shackled her in magic shackles, as they shoved her into a prison cell, as a part of her registered Azriel, Cassian, Amren, and Mor in separate cells. Tamlin had won. And he had done it without killing any of them. Rhysand had idiotically sacrificed himself, and the rest of them were now in chains.

“Don’t worry; the Night Court will be in safe hands. It’s going to be led by Lucien’s friend Nuan in tandem with the leader of the Illyrian rebels, Emerie.” It was Elain who fed her the words. “You’re probably wondering how we knew where your friends would be. That would be because of Nuala and Cerridwen. They’re my friends, you see. Their loyalty was to me, not you.” Elain looked down at her with pity on her face but did not attempt to support her, defend her, or break her out. Perhaps that was because she had chosen Lucien after all.

A part of her couldn’t help but think death would’ve been better than this humiliation. Feyre leaned against the wall of her jail cell and stared at nothing. The end! Hope you enjoyed reading about evil Tam Tam as much as I enjoyed writing about him! I really feel like it would be more savage and in character for Tamlin to let them live and force them to live with their humiliation. The revenge story we all needed!

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ateez-himari · 8 months

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NEW K-DRAMA: WHERE WE FALL

Warning: Talks of survivor's guilt, and reference to dark thoughts

[Sunshine Duo taking on Heart Wrenching Roles]

On September 29 a new Korean drama series made its way onto the big screens starring two idols from K-Pop group ATEEZ, main dancer Jeong Yunho and lead vocalist Min Himari.

When nineteen year old Aerin (Min Himari) finds herself as the sole survivor of a mysterious house fire that claimed her twin brother's (Lee Do Hyun) life due to a late practice that had kept her from going home, she can't help but to feel as though she should have died with him, as though she should have saved him. Despite countless therapists reaching out after the tragedy it seemed as though nothing or no one could pull her through this case of survivor's guilt nor help dissipate the visions of her brother appearing in her daily life all the way into insomnia inducing nightmares. Once a bright presence she begins turning to seclusion and unhealthy activities to distract herself from the overwhelming grief, much to her best friend Jae-Won's (Jeong Yunho) despair. The more he reaches out to her, the angrier Aerin begins to get with him and the further she pushes him away, her actions growing in recklessness by the day. But Jae-Won refuses to give up on her. Will he manage to save her...or will she drag him down with her when she finally falls off the deep end ?

The bandmates appeared in the magazine 'Singles Korea' in order to promote the series where they later met with an interviewer who talked with them about their experience. When asked about the difficulty of portraying a character with such a dark and complex story, Himari said "I was really nervous at first because I wasn't sure if I could convey such a complex mental health struggle so I monitored every scene very closely to make sure I had every detail down."

Much like the maknae, Yunho shared similar feelings of nervosity regarding his role by stating "Even though it wasn't my first acting project, the concept was much darker than Imitation's so I found it to be a really intimidating role. The longer filming went on though, the easier it became to sink myself into the story and my character."

(Spoiler ahead)

The pair agreed that one of the most memorable scenes was the last argument in which Aerin steps onto her apartment's balcony ledge only to be stopped by a horrified Jae-Won, leading the girl to finally break down in front of her best friend after a few moments of protest. In their opinion the key point in this part of the drama is the embrace they share, Jae-Won's hands running down Aerin's body in order to comfort her whilst she clings on to him for dear life, pulling herself as close as possible to the man who had so desperately fought to save her. "Even after the director yelled 'cut', Hima(ri) was still holding on to me and crying, that's how emotional the scene was" said Yunho. "I found this very...draining in a way because I found many similarities between our experiences so the story took me over completely. At the end I had no idea why I was crying, I just couldn't stop." Himari added.

Something that a lot of fans are most likely wondering about whilst watching the series is how everything was filmed despite their tour's grueling schedule, not to mention side activities. According to both actors this project had been in the works for quite a while now so they had filmed majority of it prior to their schedules, what little was left being filmed on days off. Himari's view on it is "Even though it was a tiring project at times I feel like it was worth every moment because it was an amazing experience. I'm also very proud of what we created and I hope the fans will enjoy it too." To this, Yunho agreed and continued with "I'm glad we got to see it through to the end and am really thankful to be given an opportunity to take on a more challenging role. I personally can't get tired of the story no matter how many times I had read and monitored it."

Finally it was noted that they also had quite the romantic tension throughout the series, one that even ended with the two of them sharing a kiss amidst their tears. The strong on screen chemistry was explained by Himari "It was slightly awkward at first to be close in such an intimate manner but I feel comfortable with him (Yunho) and we're very close in real life so we managed to work through it." They both recalled being flustered whilst reading the script and having to film this scene more than any others as they kept shying away or laughing. Yunho said "Having her on my lap was already very...strange but then when production said we had to kiss we couldn't seem to keep our composure."

Overall the hard work and emotions put into this series by its actors is sure to capture viewers' hearts to bring them into a rollercoaster of emotions. Stream 'Where We Fall' on Netflix.

#ateez 9th member #ateez au #ateez extra member #ateez female member #ateez imagines #kpop oc

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vampkillr · 1 year

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Presence — Dick Grayson

m! reader — 1k words — this is angsty kind of romantic but my definition of romantic is incredibly edgy and depressing i am so sorry — IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG IVE BEEN SO FUCKING BUSY MAN💔💔

for @ickyickyeik 😿💪

He's human. I think he forgets that frequently. How he can't heal faster than normal, how he can break just like I can. The only thing keeping him from death is skill and a whole lot of luck. Luck that will eventually run out.

The blood that spilled over the marble table I had laid him on felt so much darker than red. So much deeper than crimson. There wasn't a word for the life that seeped from his wounds. Not a way to describe how I felt watching the color drain from his face. To say I didn't know what I was doing would be a lie. I knew how to cauterize. To stitch. To save. Yet the shake in my hands was a reminder of the man dying beneath me. The one patient I couldn't allow myself to lose. A man I promised my life to. Who my soul yearned for.

I've lost time like this. Saving him. Hours blur together as if they hadn't happened at all— one moment my lover is dying beneath me, and within the blink of an eye I find myself standing in front of my bathroom mirror coated in his blood. I could feel the way it had dried and cracked along the creases of my hands. It didn't take much thought for me to turn the shower on and walk into it. Hot water soaked through my bloodied clothes, adding a comforting weight against my body as I watched how the water poured off of me in an orange haze. I knew that this wasn't making me clean. It wasn't freeing me of the proof I had to cut my lover open. But something about the way his blood slid off of me felt reassuring. Like I could see that slowly, surely, I was becoming pure again.

My hands moved on their own. Taking my clothes off, wringing them out and tossing them aside, washing away what remained of tonight's trauma. I felt like an observer of myself. As if I wasn't the one doing these things. My body seemed to take care of me when my mind couldn't. Drying my hair, getting me dressed, walking me passed the crime scene in the kitchen and to Dick, who lay passed out on the couch and blissfully unaware of the twenty four wounds I somehow managed to stitch successfully with what limited supplies I had. I dropped to my knees beside him. The weight of the situation finally seeming to crush me. He could've died. He almost did.

"Hey," Dick's strained voice pulled me back to earth for a moment. As I looked up at him, he wiped a tear away from my cheek and pulled me closer. "I'm so sorry, honey," Nothing more than a whisper. I said nothing in return. I forgave him, but at the same time I couldn't. This is what he had to do, and this is what I had to do in return. Forced to be a hero's savior. Despite everything he has done for me. Despite my love for him. I resented Dick at times like these. Where we were both at our lowest for the same reason. And maybe it was selfish of me, to be upset at him for something like this when he teeters the brink of death for the sake of Blüdhaven. But I couldn't help how I felt just as much as he couldn't help being hurt. "Say something," He begged.

"No more of this...." I knew this wasn't what he wanted to hear me say. But it's what he needed to. And to my surprise, he didn't try to justify what I had to see tonight. He didn't tell me he had no choice. He didn't say anything about responsibility. I left him to himself for a while, walking to the bedroom and grabbing whatever blankets and pillows I could and moving back to the couch.

"Don't sleep on the floor...." His hand reaching for me, in search of my forgiveness. I didn't give it to him. I backed away just slightly while putting the blankets down, giving myself some type of padding for the very light nap I'd be getting tonight.

"I have to make sure you don't die." Curt was my response. The wedge I had placed between us was hurting him more than his wounds were. I could see the tears that he fought from spilling. This wasn't what he needed. I knew that. My grudge wasn't against him. it was with the people who threatened to take him away from me. My hand making its way to his, which was still outstretched. “I'm gonna lose you like this one day.” My voice was quiet. He needed to know I wasn't upset. If only god hadn't been so cruel. If only we had been in a different time. A different city.

“I think I'm done for a while.” My heart jumped at the thought of this. I knew it wouldn't be forever. I knew that. But the thought of not having to fight with him to let his wounds heal was so relieving.

My night was restless. Waking up to the slightest movement, the smallest grunt or groan. Checking his temperature every few hours, honing my ears to listen only to his breathing. Antibiotics weren't an issue because of Bruce, I still had a fair amount of supplies from the last time I had to play doctor— but I needed to be prepared for absolutely anything in these first few days. Dick stirred while I ruminated in my thoughts. “Lay with me,” He whispered. I knew just by the grovel in his voice that he wasn't completely lucid, but the hand he outstretched was hard to ignore.

I reclined the seats of the couch to give myself more space and gingerly placed myself beside him. Sleep didn't take long to surround me. I was exhausted, and the comfort laying beside him sent me into a haze. There was something so beautiful about loving him. Something so comforting about his presence. I couldn't lose that... I couldn't give it up to save my heart, either. All I could do was savor it while I had it.

THIS WAS SO SHORT IM SO SORRY I DIDNT WANT YOU TO THINK I FORGOT IM SORRY ITS NOT EXACTLY WHAT YOU ASKED FOR I HOPE YOU LIKE IT ANYWAYS 😭💔

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yandere-romanticaa · 2 years

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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨.

❝ The sun is rising, the screams have gone. Too many have fallen, few still stand tall. Is this the ending of what we've begun? Will we remember what we've done wrong? ❞

Based off the song "The Howling" by Within Temptation.

yandere! xiao x yaksha! reader.

❤️ Art credit: - motiommmm on Twitter.

❤️ Note: Xiao is a character that I've always been fond of and after the quest we had in 2.7, this song just reminded me so much of him. It was tough choosing a lyric because literally any could fit. Find the lyrics or listen to the song, you'll understand what I mean.

⚠️: character death.

"If you die, I'll die too (y/n)."

How long has it been since he said that? How many battles have been fought since that fateful day, how many of your comrades were you forced to see die right before your own two eyes? The task of being a yaksha was not an easy one but you were always proud of yourself for being able to hold out for so long.

Pride. That's one of the few things that kept you going.

You could feel the darkness coming for you at the dead of night, when the world was resting you were at war with yourself, you could hardly sleep a wink let alone do something else.

That's why Xiao made such an effort to be there for you.

You were young and in love when you first met him. Fast as the wind and handsome like a prince, it was love at first sight for you when it came to Xiao. Your brothers and sisters constantly teased the two of you and would always throw flowers at you, proclaiming that you were meant to be together. Xiao never made any comments but he never pushed you away either. Seeing you dance in the shimmering meadows freely beneath the moonlight was therapeutic to him. Sometimes he would even join you, his face stoic as ever but he moved like water and danced his heart out with you. His soft grip on your waist still lingered in your memory, the warmth and love of his darling gaze is what gave your life meaning.

Which is why this current predicament was so impossible to handle.

Laughter was replaced by screams, love wilted away into despair. Xiao was still in love with you but over the years as he continued to kill he would lose himself more and more. He would come back shaky and bloody, promising to make the world a safer place for you, whether you wanted it or not. His karmic debt was swallowing him from the inside out and it was getting to you as well. One evening, he proclaimed that he was going to protect you until the day he dies.

Never had he imagined that day would be now.

Sorrowful tears blurred your vision as you held your sword tightly against its hilt, the blade itself being deeply thrust into Xiao's firm chest. Scarlet red droplets fell to the ground, the sound of the thunderstorm and the rain masked your wallows of agony. Betrayal and hurt were written all over his face as he tried to grab your weapon, but his grip was too weak. His jade spear was on the ground, long forgotten by its master as he breathed in deeply. He lost the ability to speak as blood started to fill his mouth and spill onto you. Without warning he suddenly fell to the ground, his knees on your feet as you held him tightly against your chest, his own hands soon enough found their home on your body. You couldn't even look at him, not when the pain was so great. Xiao refused to go down without a fight however and with the miniscule amount of strength he had left he managed to steal a kiss from your bruised and bloody lips, for the final time. You could see the life being drained from his beautiful golden eyes as his grip got weaker and weaker. He was silently pleading you to look at him, please look at him, do not leave him all alone.

Looking up towards the gray sky the last thing he was ever going to see was you, his little glimmer of light.

Xiao had lived for ages and had many regrets but the one that he can never forgive is how much he had hurt you.

It's okay though, you reasoned with yourself. Even as he was bleeding to death on the ground you could still see what he was trying to tell you even if he could not use words anymore. Grabbing a small knife that was in your pocket you pressed it against your own neck with an iron tight grip. You were going to go to the same place that Xiao was going towards any second now.

If reincarnation really existed, you prayed that the two of you could be reborn in a kinder world.

A sharp pain engulfed you, you could not breathe anymore.

The world was now pitch black.

#yandere #yancore #yanderecore #yandere x reader #yandere aesthetic #yandere imagines #yandere x you #genshin impact #xiao genshin impact #genshin xiao #genshin impact xiao #yandere xiao #xiao #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin imagines

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taytrashmouth · 1 year

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Get him to swap our places.

Max mayfield x female reader.

I panicked just like Steve did when we saw max’s eyes rolled back in the graveyard. Vecna had her.

“Max, please wake up. Max.” I was crying so much I could barely speak, terrified of the outcome.

I’ve been friends with the party for years, but because i was the only girl i felt left out sometimes. And it wasn’t because they weren’t nice, they were so great, it was simply because of all the things they didn’t understand.

I would get excited about a new outfit and they would say “it’s cool” or “it’s just clothes”

And when I spent hours learning how to braid my own hair I had no one to practice on…..well until Steve but he told me not to say anything about it.

And because I was the only girl my mom never let me go to sleepovers. It’s sucked.

So when we found El in the woods I was thrilled to have another girl around but I quickly realized that she didn’t talk much and she didn’t understand these things either.

I wanted to gossip with someone or tell my friends about my crush without being told he’s gross.

So when max moved to Hawkins I couldn’t have been happier.

She taught me how to skateboard and she let me braid her hair, we talked about boys and read her moms cosmo.

We ate cookie dough at my house and watched the karate kid and giggled every time we saw Ralph Macchio.

And the best part was she liked the things I liked too, she liked the arcade and I even taught her some D&D. We even fought monsters together….literally.

El wasn’t too fond of max in the beginning which meant I wasn’t that close with El. But Mike seemed to like her so she couldn’t be that bad.

But she eventually talked to max and I and then the three of us were inseparable. We went shopping, we took El to the arcade, we talked about the guys.

Max and Lucas were dating and so were mike and el. I was the odd one out……again.

It was a funny thing really when Mike and el started going out I was happy for them, for Mike.

But when I saw max with Lucas something twisted in my gut, like I was loosing my best friend, which wasn’t true because half the time she spent more time with me than him but I still felt weird about it.

The past year after billy died, after the mall, after el and will moved, after hopper.

Max was different, we all were but it was like someone drained away her smile.

She still hung out with me, but not as often, and it was different. But she spoke to me more than everyone else.

She dumped Lucas. Which made me feel slightly….relieved? And I didn’t know why, he was my friend.

And now I was standing over billy Hargroves grave, watching my best friend die.

Dustin had come sprinting back to us carrying max’s Walkman and all her mixtapes.

“What’s her favorite song? What’s her favorite song?”

Everyone looked at Lucas.

“Running up that hill.” I spoke up.

They all looked at me but I didn’t hesitate or question what music had to do with anything and put the tape in and put her earphones on.

Anything for her. To save her.

And then I stumbled back as she started to lift off the ground as did everyone else.

She stopped in the middle of the air and nobody moved. My breath was hitched in my throat.

After a while Dustin and Lucas ran to the car to try contact Robin and Nancy because this clearly wasn’t working.

“Max.” I spoke up, i knew Steve was looking at me.

“I don’t think you can hear me, but I don’t want to loose you…you’re my best friend and I-“ my voice broke.

“Max please wake up. I need someone to laugh at the boys with, and watch movies and go on shopping sprees and have sleepovers….please.” I begged looking up at her and not soon after she fell from the sky.

Both Steve and I tried to catch her but sort of failed. She fell into me, holding me and I was relieved, we were both sobbing and she was breathing heavily.

Steve moved back and sighed in relief.

“I thought I lost you.” Max cried.

“Me too.”

We broke apart for a second.

“Don’t ever leave me with these idiots again.” I laughed.

So did she, she smiled.

“Never.” She shook her head.

I looked at her, examining her face searching for a scratch.

I was broken out of my trance when her lips met mine. My eyes widened and my body stopped working. All those feelings started to make sense. Everything made sense.

She pulled away clearly embarrassed.

“Sorry-“ she was going to cry again but I kissed her this time, it took her a second but she kissed back.

My hands were in her hair, and hers were at my waist.

We both smiled as we broke apart.

“I found more of them.” Steve mumbled to himself.

We both flushed red, having forgotten he was there.

“More?” Max frowned.

“I’ll get Buckley to talk to you.” Steve sighed.

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dilemmaontwolegs · 1 year

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Running from the Flames {21}

Pairing: Pierre Gasly x OFC Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, this chapter addresses details of what happened the night Brianna almost died from domestic violence and this could be triggering so please don't read if it is going to negatively impact you (see tags) - this is a work of fiction and the events are not based on reality. Previous Chapter - Next Chapter

Adelaide hadn’t stopped crying since we arrived at the airport and she asked where her bags were. It didn’t matter that we had been through the same conversation with her multiple times, it always ended with tears.

“Come here, princesse,” Pierre said gently as he knelt down in front of her and she fell into his arms. “I’m going to miss you but I promise I will still read your bedtime story and video call every free moment I have. Can you make me a promise?”

She nodded with a sniffle and he wiped away her tears so she could see him again.

“Keep being a good girl for mama, okay?”

“Okay,” she replied meekly before her bottom lip began to tremble again and she wailed, “I don’t want you to go.”

I bit my lip as Pierre picked her up with his own forlorn look on his face and wandered away as he tried to calm her down again.

An older gentleman stopped them a few metres away and pulled a chupa chup from his bag, offering it to Addie. “These are my granddaughter’s favourites, would you like one?”

The tears stopped at the distraction and Addie looked back to me before reaching for the lollipop and murmuring a quiet thank you through her hiccups.

The man smiled and patted Pierre on the arm. “Leaving your child never gets any easier.”

The old man was already on his way before Pierre could say anything and I looked around the departure gate to see other families saying their goodbyes. We looked no different to them and, despite the ache that had been growing since I woke up in Pierre’s arms and remembered he was leaving, I started to smile.

Pierre checked the time on his watch and his shoulders dropped before he kissed the top of Addie’s head. “I have to go.”

His eyes almost seemed grey when he came back to where I waited with his carry-on bag, like all the colour had drained from them, and he pulled me into him to hold both Addie and I in his arms.

“I didn’t think it would be this hard to leave,” he murmured in my ear. “I need you to tell me to go, mon amour, or I won’t make it on that plane.”

I pulled back to see the agony in his eyes and nodded as I fought my own emotions and took Addie from him. “Go,” I choked as I wrapped my arms tighter around my daughter and used her as an anchor to stop from reaching for him. Her cries escalated and I closed my own eyes at the sound of her little heart breaking. “Four nights.”

“Four nights,” he repeated as he bent down to pick up his bag. Two words, but he made them sound like both a promise and a curse.

The app on his phone pinged as his flight status changed to boarding and placed my hand on his chest, gently pushing against him until he took a step away from us. “Get a move on, Gasly,” my voice was weak but he smiled at the attempt I made to lighten the heavy atmosphere encapsulating us.

“Thank you,” he mouthed before blowing a kiss and reluctantly turning away.

Addie clung to me, her chubby fingers tangling in my hair as she buried her face in the long strands and cried for Pierre. His stiff gait stopped twice but he didn’t dare look back as the bold number ten on the back of his hoodie retreated and eventually disappeared into the crowded terminal.

“Want him back,” Added whimpered when I strapped her into her carseat.

“I know, sweetheart, I do too.” I shut the door and hopped into the driver’s seat only to be reminded yet again of his absence when I noticed all the mirrors and set settings were set for Pierre’s height. “Do you know what might make me feel better?”

Addie perked up in her seat. “Ice-cream?”

“Ice-cream,” I confirmed with a small smile. “You read my mind.”

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By the time Sunday rolled around I was sleep deprived and irritable. I struggled to fall asleep with too much space in the bed and when I eventually fell asleep it wasn’t peaceful. The last three nights I was woken by mum after screaming from the nightmares that plagued me and she held me like she did when I was a child.

I hadn’t known back then that the real monster didn’t hide under my bed, it slept beside me in it.

I couldn’t concentrate on anything as I walked around the house picking up Addie’s toys, I wasn’t quite awake but I wasn’t quite asleep. I was sure mum would be finding our belongings that I missed for weeks but it wasn’t the end of the world.

I could see the concern on dads face when it came time to head back to London and he took the keys from my hands.

“Esme,” he called out to mum before tossing her the keys, “you drive her, I’ll take Addie and meet you at Heathrow.”

“I’ll be fine,” I tried to say but the words drifted off at the look he gave me.

“We can use the drive to go over the questions again,” mum said as she unlocked the car and helped me lift the bags into the boot.

“We’ve gone over them already,” I complained, closing the boot with a little too much force that it banged loudly.

“Preparation is key and you need to remember the answers inside out because Trent is going to be picking at every piece of information.” Mum started the car and turned my music down with a warning look before she started questioning me all over again. “Focus, question one.”

I sighed and buckled my seatbelt in, muttering to myself, “I wish I kicked him in the balls too.”

“Thank you for being here with me today.”

“It’s not like you exactly gave me much of a choice,” I replied coldly as I looked around the studio space. “This is a bit of a step up from taking unsolicited pictures in the dark.”

“Well, I’m an investigative journalist now, I needed a change of profession after our last tête-à-tête.” His smile was tight and he took a seat opposite me, the table separating us like we were in an interrogation room. A sense of foreboding settled in my stomach and I looked for my mum who was standing in the wings, ready to interfere if needed.

“For those joining us for this exclusive live expose, my guest here is Brianna Vowles. You may recognise her as the recent girlfriend of Formula One racer Pierre Gasly, and granddaughter of the American tycoon Harold Vowles, CEO of Vowles Enterprise. You haven’t made a name for yourself have you?” He pretended to look through his papers before letting them fall back into place. “No, you haven’t.”

I schooled my face with a passiveness that I did not feel and stared back at him waiting for this game to finish, but we were just getting started.

The first few questions went as planned and the camera stayed fixed upon the two of us with its blinking red light. But then he shuffled the pages in front of him and slid a picture across the table. It was the picture that he had taken of me on the stretcher and it was below the camera’s range so no one else saw it skim across the table and into my fingertips.

I looked down at the image and even though it was late at night, the bright red staining of the white sheet that was draped over my lower half was clearly noticeable. I swallowed down the nausea that came with facing the moment that had haunted me.

“Why are you so obsessed with me?” The question left my mouth before I could stop it and mum took a step forward in warning.

“I’m not obsessed,” he scoffed but his smile was finally real as we steered off topic.

“Then you just hate me. Is it because I stood up to you and told you that what you did was wrong?”

“We're not here to talk about me, we’re here to talk about you, Miss Vowles, and what you did wrong.” He flipped his pages over and I saw more writing prepared and I knew he had never planned on sticking to the questions he had sent us. “You are not above the law, no matter how much money your family has and you need to be held accountable for your actions. Mr Sorensen didn’t even know he had a daughter until I visited him and he had quite a lot to say about the fact. As her father, he should know her but you deliberately kept his name off her birth certificate.”

My palms began to sweat and I ran them over my skirts before fisting the material as they began to shake. “You had no right to do that.”

His hand slapped on the table making me jump. “No, you had no right. I am sick of young men and women like you using your family fortune to do whatever you please and never face the consequences. Mr Sorenson deserves the truth, the people deserve the truth, Miss Vowles.”

Something inside me snapped. The control I normally held had been unravelling with each sleepless night and I was about to come undone.

“You want to know the truth?” I hissed with a voice I didn’t even recognise. “I’ll tell you the fucking truth.”

“Bri, don’t say anything,” Mum interjected before she turned her steely gaze to Trent. “This was not the agreement. Stick to the approved questions or we are done here.”

“No, he wants to know the truth so now he can sit there, shut up and take it.” I slammed my hand down on the picture he had laid out for me. I grabbed it as I stood up from the table and held it up to the camera so everyone watching could see it. “The night you took these photos of me, Erik, the man you have been visiting in jail, nearly killed me.”

“Yes, and while I don’t condone any violence against women, he is paying for his crime in Brixton Prison. It doesn’t mean he shouldn’t have a relationship with his daughter.” He sat back smugly and crossed his arms over his chest.

“He shattered my pelvis, broke my femur, dislocated my shoulder, fractured my eye socket.” My voice cracked and I held a hand up to stop mum from coming closer or I wouldn’t be able to finish what I started. “All because I didn’t want to have sex with him that night - the night you took this photo.”

I tossed the picture back to him and wiped away the tear that snaked down my cheek. “The truth is that it wasn’t enough for him to beat me within an inch of my life, Trent, but when I was broken and bleeding…he raped me.” I swallowed the choked sound that rose in my throat as I admitted aloud the truth that I had begged the doctors and my parents to keep silent about all these years. I sunk back into my chair as my energy was exhausted. “He raped me. And you glorified the aftermath with no regard for me as a person, as a victim.”

“No, there’s no mention of this in the hearing documents.” Trent muttered as he flicked through the papers in front of him and his face fell. “Cut the feed. Now.”

“Don’t you dare,” I growled as I pointed at the cameraman who was about to shut it off and he froze at the tone of a mother scolding a child. Turning to Trent I aimed my next words at him alone. “You wanted the truth, Trent, so don’t baulk now it’s yours, and never again try to tell me that Adelaide’s biological father has any rights to her when she was a product of him taking away mine.”

“I, I, I didn’t know,” Trent whispered meekly. “His charges were only grievous bodily harm.”

“I wasn’t ready for the world to know my shame but it doesn’t make a difference now, the information is out there now.” I pointed to the camera as I stared him down. “You interfere with our lives for your own gain and don’t even see us as real people. I’m a daughter and a mother, I’m a human being too. I just want to be treated like one.”

Mum placed her hand on my shoulder and gave it a small squeeze of support. I grabbed the microphone that was pinned to my lapel and started to drop it before turning back to the camera and lifting it to my lips. “Addie, if you see this today or in ten years, I want you to know that I love you more than anything in this world and I will never, ever regret having you.”

I tossed the microphone at Trent who was staring at the papers in front of him with dismay. For all his investigations, the NDA’s the doctors had signed had done their job and hidden the secret burden I had carried.

His clammy forehead was shimmering in the harsh studio light and he looked like he was about to be sick any second as I let mum guide me away from the camera.

“What happens now?” I asked her quietly as a producer silently opened the door for us and we made our way down the corridors to the carpark.

“Whatever it is, it won’t be good for him.”

We hit the fresh air and I greedily gulped it in as the reality of what I had done set in. How many people had been watching? People I knew, people I loved, complete strangers.

“Slow down, mija, long, deep breaths,” she reminded me as she unlocked my car and ushered me into the passenger seat. “Let’s get you to the airport and back to Pierre.”

“Oh fuck,” I groaned and snatched my phone from the glovebox where I had locked it away for the interview. I pressed it to my forehead as I dropped my head in my hands but I was too afraid to turn it on. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. I feel sick.”

Mum reached across me and pushed my door open as I threw myself out and retched onto the asphalt. “What have I done? He’s not going to want me anymore.”

“What are you talking about, honey?” Mum pulled my hair back and pressed a cool hand to my forehead.

“I never told him…not everything.”

“Mija, love isn’t conditional and Pierre is a man in love with you. Everyone can see that when he looks at you.” She picked up my phone and turned it on. “Call him, I’m sure he’s worried sick about you too.”

Click here for chapter twenty two.

Tagging: @my-only-way-tocooperatewithlife @prrttysposts

#tw: domestic violence #tw: r*pe #pierre gasly x poc!oc #pierre gasly fanfic #pierre gasly x oc #formula one fanfiction #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #running from the flames

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call-sign-jinx · 2 years

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Tangerine ~ You're My Top Priority

Summary: you and tangerine have an argument that ends up with you crying, you go to sleep after getting drugged and when you wake up tangerine confesses something.

Warnings: swearing, fluff, makeout, guns and i think thas it

A/N: hiya babes! if ur reading this i hope u find it great cos i acc enjoyed writing sommet for once. ill probs do more and requests r open so ye. adios hun xoxo

tangerine x fem!reader

To put it simply. I hate Tangerine’s guts. Why? Cause he’s a fucking twat and everyone knows it. Some people are just more tolerable to him than others. Me? I don’t take any of his shit cause I just don’t care anymore. When I were younger, I used to let people take the piss and use me for my kindness but as I grew older, I started to care less. It started to drain me being that nice all the time. So by the time I was about 15, I just... Cracked. What I mean is I realised who used me and who didn’t and the worst of them all was none other than Tangerine himself. He wanted me to do something for him and instead of finally saying no, I just snapped and let out all my anger out on him. Obviously he fought back, but I won anyway. And from that day, we both hated each other.

Now, I’m on a mission with Lemon, and sadly Tangerine, to bring the White Death’s son to him and also to bring a brief case. Simple but also not. I heard that some other people are after the briefcase so when Tangerine mentioned that we wouldn’t keep it with us for the train journey. I obviously had something to say.

“Why the fuck would yer leave it there without one of us ‘olding it? Ahaha you pleb are you ‘aving a giggle?” I tilted my head back as I laughed at Tangerine. Lemon let out a small giggle as he has always loved my accent. Tangerine just pulled a face at me that looked like disgust.

“Do you plan on holding it mate?” Tangerine wanted an argument, and so did I. So I was going to give him one.

“Nah, am not gonna ‘old it, yer 'olding you daft bastard." Lemon couldn't help but burst into a fit of giggles. Tangerine hit his shoulder to try and stop him but all it did was make them go slightly quieter.

"Maybe if you grew a pair Tangerine, you'd get a job done without needing other people to do all the dirty work." I crossed my arms across my chest and Tangerine gave me the dirtiest look he could fathom.

"Who do you think you're talking to Baroness? You're only on our side cause we needed you for one thing then this bastard decided to let you join our 'team'." Tangerine pointed to Lemon angrily and I rolled my eyes as he continued to lecture me while Lemon put a hand on his chest in mock offense. I lay back into my seat and blocked his voice out.

"Oi! Just because you're rich from daddy's money you inherited when he died doesn't mean you have to ignore me you stuck up bitch." That struck a nerve. He knew my dad died when I was 16. I had to get pulled out of school because of it for a bit. He died because of something I did. Something I did cost him his fucking life.

"You know not to talk 'bout ma dad you fucking stupid cunt." My eyes began to tear up and I couldn't hold them in anymore. I stood up and went to the bathroom as far away from Tangerine as I could. I locked the door and sat there for a while. Guess it was long enough for me to fall asleep. I know, why on God's green earth is an agent falling asleep on a mission? I don't fucking know mate, I were just feeling tired since I had that cup of tea that man gave me. Fuck! It has halcian. I thought it were that in his fucking pocket.

I leaned against the wall and my eyes got heavier and heavier with every second. Until... I fell asleep.

When I woke up, I heard shouting and people fighting. I quickly woke myself up and psyched myself up to get ready for a punch getting thrown or a kick to the leg. I quickly opened the door and as soon as I stepped out I was met with silence. I looked to the left of me, and there were men down on the floor. Then I looked to the right, great. It were Tangerine post-fight with sweat glazing his face and exposed chest. God his body looked good in that sui- what the fuck am I thinking? No! He's a fucking prick. But he's a fit prick. Ugh it's fucking confusing.

"Oh my God, Ness! I thought someone had hurt you! Are you alright?" He cupped my cheeks and turned my head side to side to scan for any signs of damage. I rolled my eyes and pushed his gorgeous, veiny hands away from my face.

"Why don't you go get the brief case since thas what yer always worried bout. Fucking cumbag." I went to turn around and leave but Tangerine grabbed my wrist and held me in place. He looked at me and oh. My. God. I never noticed how blue and beautiful his eyes were. Baroness! Stop! He's been a prick since day 1, why now?

"Y/N, what do you mean? I care more about you than the briefcase. I always have. You're my top priority." He cupped my cheeks once again and heat were rising to my face.

"Anyway, besides the point. Where've you been this past hour? We kind of needed you a bit." He gestures his head side to side at the men down on the floor.

"Some fucking wankface man spiked ma drink. Am fucking livid and am gonna knock his lights out." Tangerine's whole demeanor changed. His went from soft and caring to pissed off and looks like he's about to kill everyone in his sight.

"Who the fuck did it? Do you remember what he looked like?" I looked to my left when I saw a figure coming towards us and it was the prick himself. I pointed at him and before I could even say anything, Tangerine pulled his gun out and shot him between the eyes.

"Jesus Christ Tang, bit of a warning next time?" Tangerine quickly put his gun away and apologised.

"By the way Ness, am sorry for what I said earlier. That wasn't called for and I crossed the line." He looked down to his shoes with furrowed brows.

"Tang, its fine. I've said some fucked up shit to you before. Some has been even worse than that and you just act like you don't care when I know it hits a nerve. Plus am tired of fighting all the time. Mates?" I put my hand out for him to shake but when he grabbed it he pulled me closer to him then pressed his lips against mine.

I was shocked at first but then I kissed him back and pulled him as close as possible by placing my hands on the back of his neck. He slowly places his hands on my waist and squeezes them as he does the same.

He swipes his tongue across my bottom lip asking for access. I open my mouth in response and it turns into a heated makeout, until both of us lose our breath.

"I think I wanna be more than mates darling." Tangerine smirks at me and I returned the expression. We then decide to go look for Lemon and head to the bottom of the train as quick as we can.

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