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underscorewriting · 1 year

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Hello !

How are you doing?

Could you make a one shot where your the ragnarsons little sister ( your 5 yrs old and ragnar and a witches daughter ) and they don't know you exist but you come with bjorn from a raid and you meet them andyou just capture everyones heart .

And you give hope to the people of kattegat because you are a powefull witch and they think you are a god

Maybe they find out your powers when you save someone from death with your powers?

Thank you!

Oh my god, I love that idea!! Sorry that it took me sooo long to write this, but here it is now!! ^^ I kinda changed it a bit, hopefully you don't mind too much!! :)

The lost daughter

Brother!Ragnarssons x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Sigurd being a dick, Angst?

Words: 2.414 (think this one's my longest story!!)

Emotions were all she ever knew. Bad ones, painful ones. She didn't understand why she felt them so intense, whenever something happened. People usually got hurt very badly if she got upset. A little girl that could kill people in the most torturous way possible, without even having to move a single finger or having the thought in mind.

The town she lived in always said that her "witch" of a mother was the reason behind this cursed child. They tried hurting her but she ran, she ran straight into a group of men. No not just men, women were there too. Women she couldn't help but stare at. None of the people in her town looked like them.

Her town was called Wessex, rumors were that in the earlier years, vikings have already been there, even had a deal with the great king Ecgberht. But that was years ago, way before the little girl was even born.

The man in front of the group smirked slightly before he leaned down to her height. "Now who might you be? You wouldn't know where a witch named Meredith lives, would you?" The man studied her features, each one identical to her mothers, except the ocean blue eyes. A feature left from her father.

Taking a step back she tripped over her own leg only to be caught by the man in front of her. He wore his hair in a braid and his beard was longer than she ever saw anyone wear. His eyes didn't hold any danger in them, maybe curiosity, but nothing she had to be scared of. Calming her nerves slightly she stood up straight again.

"witch?" She tilted her head confused, not understanding what that word really meant, only hearing it when someone insulted her mother. Her eyebrows furrowed in anger. "My momma was no witch! She was a healer and helped lots of people!" Pushing away from him, she heard something snap behind the man.

A man holding his arm, which was twisted in a weird angle. The man was screaming in pain as his legs twisted as well, painfully bringing him to his death. It took the little girl some time to snap out of her emotions and look over to the man, only to gasp at the state of the man.

Covering her eyes quickly with her hands she turned away, a quiet sob escaping her. The other men gasped in fear, she had to be blessed by the gods they thought. "By the gods it is true!" The man with the braid laughed and pulled her into his chest. "You are coming home with us, little one. Bet you want to meet your family!" Peeking through her fingers she nervously chewed her lip. She wasn't sure if she could trust him, but her momma once told her a story about a man she could always trust if he ever came to her. A man named Ragnar Lothbrok.

The man, who was carrying her, didn't look exactly how her mother explained, but his icy blue eyes reminded her of him. "Are you Ragnar Lothbrok?" Her voice came out in a whisper as she held onto him. A laugh rumbled in his chest as he put her down on the boat. "I am his son, Björn Ironside. My father and I were often here in Wessex, he met a woman, a healer he used to tease by calling her a witch, they shared a bed and later on rumors spread, that she was with his child. You. I am your brother, we're going to Kattegat, our fathers home. Our home."

Confusion settled in the little girls chest, she didn't fully believe him, but somehow she thought she could trust him. The hope of having a family battling the fear of getting killed or worse.

They traveled for months on no end, the little witch started to enjoy the sea. She learned many things thanks to her brother. The gods became her favorite topic, next to her having four more brothers back at home. Giggling she ran over to Björn. "Brother! When will we arrive?" Excitement settled in her bones as she held onto his hand, looking up to him with wide eyes. Björn couldn't help but smile slightly at how excited she was. "We will arrive soon, look."

When she looked into the distant she saw land becoming bigger, they were close, just about to reach it. She was nervous, he had warned her about how different each brother is, but she was excited. Excited to see a family she longed for. Excited for a land that would also belong to her in some way.

As they arrived she was nervous, people looked at her weirdly, making her scared that she might hurt someone. Björn was walking in the front with her, three men waiting for them in a big hall. The girl had already heard a lot about them and could easily tell who each one of them was. But one wasn't here, she was disappointed.

The men looked at Björn confused. "Welcome home, brother. I see you did not return alone, who is that child?" Ubbe smiled slightly walking up to them. "She's our sister. Father laid with a woman from Wessex, she was a healer I got to know her a bit." The little girl started fidgeting with her hands, trying to release some of her stress. Ubbes eyes found hers, she could only see kindness in them.

A chuckle came from where the other two stood, the blonde man laughing at how ridicules this sounded. "Be serious, brother. You couldn't possibly believe something that stupid." Sigurd was being gruesome, looking at the child in disgust at how her clothes looked. She was no child of Ragnar for him. she didn't look like one either. Sneering he gave her one last glare as he walked away.

Biting her lip she looked to the ground, counting the seconds and minutes so she could calm down. A sigh came from the other three men. Hvitserk slowly made his way towards her kneeling down so he was her height. A smile forming on his face as he studied her eyes, the blue reminding him of his little brother. Even the white in her eyes was a little blue.

„Looks like Ironsides is telling the truth.“. A grin spread on Hvitserk face as he stood up straight. Soon there was a clicking sound to be heard. Ivar came into the great hall, wondering what all the noise is about, having only heard parts of it. „Gods would you just keep it down, Hvitserk.“

Fear settled in her stomach, she was terrified of meeting Ivar ever since Björn told her all the stories about him. When her eyes finally met his she couldn't help but flinch. His eyes matched hers the most. They were almost identical and a giddy smile formed on her face, before she could stop herself. With him it was the clearest that he was her brother. "I heard Sigurd whine about our brother having found some bastard child from father, that couldn't seriously be his..."

Ivar leaned down towards the little girl, tilting his head slightly, inspecting her, before grinning like a lunatic. "But as I see she looks more like a child of Ragnar than he does." Hvitserk laughed and Ubbe couldn't help but grin a little at Ivars statement. All of them were nervous for his reaction, since he was the hardest to please, but somehow her eyes made him realize it the quickest.

The little girl couldn't believe how easy they all accepted her and included her in everything. Everyone except Sigurd. He spread the rumors of her having some powers, but instead of making the people be disgusted of her they started admiring her, bringing her brothers gifts for her. Every person in Kattegat thought she was a god. How couldn't she be? A child of the great Ragnar Lothbrok, it was about time one of them had to become a god.

Even her brothers sometimes believed it, but they also soon learned that her power held a lot of danger. Ivar was the first to notice that her eyes, like his, told in what situation her powers would be. If they were blue in the whites, then it was dangerous for her to interact with a lot of people meaning, keeping her with Ubbe and Hvits would be the wisest decision. Of course they trusted Ivar with her, but most of the times Ivar himself was somewhat worried about upsetting her too much.

On her good days she would walk with her crippled brother through the market, helping him get things and later on hearing about all the adventures he went on. She wouldn't tell but she did like him the best, since he understood her the most. Ubbe was a close second. Björn left for another raid soon after he brought her to the others, which sandend her the most was that he didn't even say goodbye.

She loved her brothers very much, even Sigurd. Ivar was very protective of her when it came to him. He was never allowed too close to her or to be alone with her. It was rare that Ivar cared that much, but he knew how cruel Sigurd could be if he wanted to, and he didn't want her to go through the same things he himself went through.

During a feast late at night she sat with her brothers, giggling and laughing as Hvitserk told her the funniest stories and Torvi braiding her hair, she felt whole. Ivar was sitting in the throne looking over the people, seeing how they looked at his sister in fear, he liked that they feared her even if they thought she was a god, but he also knew how it upset her that they avoided her at all costs when she was close.

Sigurd hated everything about her actually being treated like all of his brothers, like an actual child of Ragnar even though Ragnar himself never even knew her. On this particular night he drank one too many cups of ale and his company wouldn't stop talking about how great her powers are and how she was the hope for the people in Kattegat. The hate he felt for Ivar was nothing compared to the hate he felt for her. It made him see red, he got up and walked straight up to her as she was wandering around the hall, looking at different things.

Ivar was watching her carefully, making sure nothing could happen. Sigurd grabbed her arm forcefully making her stop and turn towards him, a gasps escaped her. Looking up to him she gave him an excited smile. "Brother! Are you enjoying the feast? Ubbe said I may not try the ale yet because-" But he interrupted her by grabbing her face hard and squishing her cheeks together. "I am not your brother! Neither are they!" He pointed to were Ubbe and Hvitserk were laughing together. "Just because Ragnar laid with some bitch in Wessex doesn't make you anything to us! Oh and Ivar? He's playing his own games, he only keeps you around so that you can help him archive the power he wants!" A smirk was on Sigurds face as he watched how tears streamed down her cheeks and how her lip quivered.

Sadly for him he did not notice the blue of her eyes and how she was further away from the others, to calm her powers. One might think that the ax hitting him in the back was her, but people tend to forget how hotheaded Ivar the boneless was, now that he seemed calm compared to his sister. Ivar couldn't help it and threw the ax, hearing his brothers harsh and hurtful words, making him not realize what he was doing as his hand found the weapon.

Ivar didn't mean to kill his brother, panic spread in his chest as he quickly limped over to the two of them. The little girls eyes were wide and still filled with unshed tears as she did her best to keep Sigurd upright. Of course she was upset with him, but he was still her beloved brother, even if he didn't see himself that way.

The hall quieted down quickly. Hvitserk and Ubbe were quick to join their siblings helping the girl to carefully lay down their brother. Both shot daggers with their eyes at Ivar, who was slightly trembling, scared to have actually killed him. Ubbe tried to pull her away from Sigurd, not wanting her to see so much blood at such a young age, not caring about viking tradition at this point. This was her brother dying, she shouldn't see him like that.

But she had other plans. As if it was instinct, she pulled away from Ubbes hold and pulled the ax out of Sigurds abdomen. Her hands covering in blood as she pressed them onto the open wound applying as much pressure as she can before closing her eyes, saying a quiet prayer to the gods. Repeating the prayer over and over again in barely a whisper her eyes shot open, the blue now seeming like it glowed, making the men around her flinch slightly.

They all saw the wound healing. It healed quickly, way quicker than anything else and her eyes soon stopped glowing as the wound was completely gone and Sigurs eyes snapped open. The little girls eyes closed slowly as she released him from her grip and dropped exhausted to the ground, making Hvitserk quickly catched her head, before it hit the floor, picking her fully up. All of them were silent for a moment as they listened to Sigurds heavy breathing.

None of them could believe how blessed they were, having a sister as strong as her. It didn't matter to them if she was a god or a simple witch blessed by them. All that mattered to them was that she was safe and taken care of. She was so young with such great power. A power she needed help with, a power that they all had to tame with her. But it was alright, if that's what it takes for her to feel loved and needed.

The Ragnarssons could not hide the fact that their sister was the reason they all connected fully again. She truly was a blessing from the all father.

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! :)

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kasagia · 1 year

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Our little game pt. 5

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x witch! reader Summary: Klaus is making a major, huge mistake of his life, for which you are paying the price. Will you be able to forgive him? Or maybe it's too late for everything. Warning(s): angst, talk about death, Klaus fights and suffers because of Mikael, family drama, blood, violence, curses, I used some famous lines from TVD and TO Word count: 6,9k

Third person's POV | 2 hours earlier

The original hybrid left the party in a hurry, loosening his tie as he practically ran towards the parking lot. His younger brother was right behind him, barely catching up with him.

"Nik! Wait a minute!" Kol screamed, grabbing his brother's elbow and stopping him halfway. He completely ignored his hostile, stern look and continued. "We need to think it over."

"All we need to do is get rid of him from our lives once and for all!"

"We can't do it alone. We need Freya…"

"Freya will never stand against him! We're on our own unless you're a coward." the man cut him off, yanking his arm out of his grip.

"Well, let's at least take Elijah…"

"I'm not going to ruin our brother's wedding day! I already killed him once; I can do it again. We have to hurry before he calls for backup. Will you help me, or should I rely on myself?" Kol sighed as he studied his brother's determined face. If they had attacked out of the blue, they might have been able to defeat him together while he was still weakened.

"All right. But we're keeping Davina out of it."

"As well as Y/N." they nodded to each other and walked hand in hand towards the parking lot.

Klaus had to do it quietly. His little witch needed a break, and a fight with the Mikaelsons' psychopathic father wouldn't help her at all (or convince the woman to stay in New Orleans much longer than she planned). Elijah deserved a respite from his problems, and so did Rebekah. Nor could he rely on Freya's strength and power forever. After all, she wasn't immortal like them; she had her limits like any witch. Kol and he had to deal with it on their own. For everyone's sake.

"Do you even know how he managed to get back to the surface of the earth? I thought you killed him for good last time."

"Believe me, I'm just as surprised as you are."

"You think it's the mother's work? She has regained her powers and is resurrecting all our enemies from the other side?"

"You tell me. You spent a few months there before we finally begged your witch to help us bring you back. What were our parents' moods?"

"You know, I tried not to get too close to them. But I met your father; he's actually a nice guy."

"What did you say?" he asked in shock, staring at his brother in pure surprise.

"Yeah, I was surprised too when he saved me from Mikael and introduced himself as your dad. We had a bit of a fight at first, but he turned out to be a good guy."

"You met… my father."

"Maybe it's not a good time, but I think you should know that. If he somehow magically appears here, and I'm pretty sure he'll do it; he's said many times that he'll get the fuck out of here as soon as he gets a chance, you shouldn't hurt him. Hope deserves at least one normal grandpa. Ansel would be a good fit for this; he was babbling about her all the time, and my head was bursting as he raved about her. You know I love her, but how much can you talk about a baby? Hey? Nik?" he shook his brother's shoulder as he sat silently in the driver's seat, not bothering to start the car.

"How did he know about Hope?"

"He's been keeping an eye on you since… you know. He probably knows everything about you, which is actually as scary as it is cute."

Klaus continued to listen to Kol's story in silence. As he drove the car, he pondered the new message. His father watched over him.

His real father.

The one who supposedly abandoned him and didn't care for him...

Could that be true?

Could he believe it?

Allowing himself to live a boyish fantasy of having a father who truly cares for him? He could believe that Esther would be able to lie to him about his real father's feelings toward him, and it was hardly possible that Kol could be so cruel. So, could Klaus have been so lucky after all?

Could he have had the love of his true father, the beloved daughter who was the light in his dark life, and the love and devotion of a woman he wanted more than anything in this world?

Could Klaus, after so many years of pain, sorrow, and fury, be given such enormous blessings?

He found out a few hours later.

He found out a few hours later, when he and Kol were returning as fast as they could to their family after Mikael nearly killed them two. However, it wasn't just the two of them in the car on their way back...

~•♤♤♤•~

"Father! Come, come wherever you are!"

It was supposed to go fast and smoothly. Klaus was supposed to act as bait (after arguing with Kol for several hours, they played paper, rock, scissors, and he lost… 10 times), and Kol was meant to heroically step in with a white oak stake and try to kill their father.

Piece of cake. Nothing possible could go wrong.

But it did. Very, very quickly.

They underestimated Mikael's ability to win people over. While Klaus was able to single-handedly take down his father's band of minions and come out of the fight uninjured, the fight against Mikael proved to be more of a challenge. Especially since he had a bit of an advantage over them...

"You're alone, boy? Did your siblings finally abandon you?"

"Don't worry about them. I don't need anyone else to help me send you back to hell."

"Very courage from your side to assume you can kill me all alone. Or stupid. I think the second one suits you much better. You didn't change at all, Niklaus. Thousand years, and you're still a quick-tempered, impulsive boy seeking the approval of others. I guess you've never learned from your mistakes. But it's even better for me. It'll be so easy to finally end your miserable life."

"Thousand years of trying, and you were never close enough. What makes you sure this time will be different?"

"This time, I know your weakness." Klaus' heart stopped for a moment in fear. He couldn't talk about Hope. His daughter was safe with Hayley, the pack, surrounded by Freya and Y/N with all sorts of protective spells.

"I don't have any."

"Don't you?" he looked at him carefully with a sinister smirk on his lips. "Then let me remind you. The blonde one, powerful witch you've met not so long ago. Y/N, right? Her blood must taste ambrosial with such magic running through her veins. She would make such a beautiful corpse, don't you think? "Klaus' composure dropped to zero, and his and Kol's plan went to hell. No one will threaten his witch, especially Mikael.

Without thinking, he lunged at the man, trying to punch him in the face. Mikael braced for his outburst, grabbed his fist, and twisted his arm. Klaus shouted, twisting his hand out of his grip, and pushing him to the boxes behind him. Mikael staggered, trying to regain his balance. The hybrid took advantage of this by throwing a metal rod at him and speeding towards him with the intention of snapping his neck. The older man grabbed the object flying towards him, pierced Klaus' side, and pushed, sending him crashing to the floor.

Klaus pulled the metal out of his body, but the wound on his side wouldn't heal. Suddenly he felt as if his whole body was on fire; every nerve in his body shot through with unimaginable pain. He felt as if his mother had put a curse on him, cutting him off from his werewolf side.

Suddenly, a circle of fire formed around him, and none other than the mother of the originals emerged from the shadows, muttering a familiar spell that began the 1,000-year search for the doppelgänger and the moonstone. Panic rose in him, along with the pain he felt.

NO! He couldn't go through it again!

"Who'll fight for you now, boy?!" Mikael shouted, walking slowly over to him and pulling a white oak stake from his coat pocket, patiently waiting for his wife to finish her spell and get rid of her unwanted son from their lives once and for all.

"I will." Kol stepped out of the shadows, pushing his father away from the circle where his older brother was trapped. Mikael laughed, looking at his son with contempt.

"I was wondering which of you would come to rescue this abomination. I never expected you'd be the first one to protect him. Wasn't he the one who locked you in a coffin for centuries? Will you defend him after what he did to you? You know best of all what he's capable of. Don't you want revenge? To see him suffer for all his sins against you? Join us, my son. Let's do justice to him together."

"Forgive me, father. I'm not on the retirement team." Mikael's smirk fell, and an ominous, dark look returned in its place.

"So you will watch your failure."

Mikael threw himself at his son in an instant, overpowering him. He turned his back to him and clamped his hand around his neck, forcing him to watch as his brother writhed on the floor in pain, occasionally getting close enough to the fire to sear him. Kol shuddered.

"In a moment, your mother will finish reciting the spell, and your treacherous brother will become nothing but a vampire again, and then... I will pierce him through before your eyes, son, so that you will remember once and for all how those who oppose me end up. Maybe then you'll join us."

"I'd rather die." Kol growled, trying to wriggle out of his father's grip.

"So you will."

And then, when everything seemed over for the two siblings and all hope of survival was lost, the appearance of one person changed the fate of the originals.

Suddenly, a wooden bolt shot out of the darkness of the building and pierced Esther's stomach, causing her to break her spell. The woman fell to the floor, screaming. Another wooden stake flew towards Mikael, who was forced to let go of Kol and catch the flying piece of wood before it hit him.

Klaus stopped shaking in pain, taking quick, heavy breaths. He used his remaining strength to look at his savior.

It couldn't be true…

"Get away from my son!"

Ansel jumped off the container, falling right in front of Klaus and shielding him with his own body. He held his crossbow high, aiming it at an angry Mikael. Kol stood beside him, handing him a white oak stake, which Mikael dropped and took out their weapons himself.

"I've already killed you once!"

"And I can already tell you that this time the ending will be different. Now, get out of here, or I will skin you for what you have done to MY SON."

"What can you do to me?! I'm a vampire, the original! Some weak werewolf can't kill me!"

"Be careful. That weak werewolf has many friends, and some of them..." Mikael and Esther cried out in pain as they fell to their knees on the floor. "Are very powerful witches. Touch my son again, and I'll kill you right away, without a blink. But for all of this, you've already done to him..." more bolts fired from his crossbow, wounding the parents of the originals. Most of them were aimed at the seething with anger Mikael.

"Kol. Take your brother out. I'll join you in a second."

"Are you sure, old man?"

"Yes. Just give me a few seconds." Kol nodded uncertainly to him, not wanting to leave Ansel alone with his parents at all. But the younger original carefully took his exhausted brother into his arms and carried him outside at vampire speed.

The werewolf took a few steps towards the kneeling two, firing the few bolts he had left at the man. Esther screamed shrilly beside them as the witches continued to torture her with their magic.

"I'll make sure you suffer in ways even your cruel, psychopathic mind can't imagine and believe me... a thousand years on the other side teaches great creativity and patience, Mikael." Ansel drove one of the stakes through Esther's heart and watched with satisfaction as the woman who had kept his only son away from him fell to the floor dead. "He'll suffer one more time because of you, and I'll make sure you don't get any peace even on the other side. I hope you understand."

"This whore of his will die before he gets to her! You won't protect him from that."

"We'll see. Again, please!" Mikael howled louder in pain as the witches strengthened their attack. Ansel smiled slightly.

Ansel left the warehouse, leaving the vampire writhing in pain behind him. He had more important things on his mind than torturing him. His son needed him, and he wasn't going to spend a single minute doing anything other than helping him.

After all, family was the most important thing. For always and forever.

~•♤♤♤•~

Kol drove the car, watching the two men in the back seat in the mirror. Ansel told him to get back to their siblings as soon as possible, especially Y/N.

The original had already learned on the other side that it was better to follow his orders. Ansel usually knew what he was doing, and after saving Kol countless times, he had the younger vampire's full trust.

Klaus could be a little more like him.

"What are you laughing at there, jester?" Ansel asked, looking up from his sleeping son and noticing the smirk on Mikaelson's face.

"Don't get offended, but he is nothing like you."

"I know, and I'm proud of him. He's his own person."

"Elijah will be delighted when you tell him that. Another believer in Nik's redemption."

"He is my son. Of course I believe in him and want the best for him." Kol's face morosed as he remembered how, just an hour ago, his father had tried to kill him and nearly ended his brother's life. "Don't make such a face. He is not your father. No father would make his child suffer. He doesn't deserve your attention, thoughts, or anything."

"But he's right about one thing. We are monsters."

"No. You're all lost. You may be a thousand years old, but really you are like children who have not been taught how to be adults. You know no other way to deal with your emotions than to succumb to this bloodlust. The worst of all is that you've allowed yourselves to be told that you are monsters when everything you do is out of your will to survive or strong feelings."

"A living ticking time bomb, eh?"

"If that's what you want to call it." Ansel murmured, shifting his gaze to his only son. Kol glanced at the two men in a car mirror.

Klaus will be damn surprised to see such a caring and tender look in his biological father's eyes. But he deserved it. After everything Miakel and Esther had put him through—what they all went through because of their parents—they deserved a normal, healthy relationship.

Kol would give anything to have someone like a werewolf for a dad.

"He needs you. Don't fuck it up." instead of admitting this childish desire to himself, he decided to warn Klaus' father.

"I'm not going to waste my chance, Kol. This is rarely: to come back from the other side."

"I'm still going to keep my eye on you. Especially around Hope."

"I would expect nothing less from you."

"Good. Wake up our princess. We're almost there."

~•♤♤♤•~

They expected it to be hard. Some hidden group of vampires and witches ready to attack at any moment, maybe a few deadly traps await them.

They wouldn't have expected the house to go up in flames. Vampires didn't usually die from fire... but humans did.

Klaus got out of the car the moment he saw the burning building. He didn't care that Kol hadn't stopped the car yet or that his newly found father was sitting right next to him.

All the original hybrid had on his mind was getting to Y/N as fast as he could.

He screamed her name and ran like a madman through the collapsing house. She had to be around here somewhere, unless she evacuated. The man did not allow even the slightest thought that his beloved could be trapped in the building, dead from the fire. He had to find her, lock her in a safe place, defeat Mikael, and return to his love, only to finally reveal his feelings to her and keep her with him where she belonged. There was no other way out of this situation.

However, Klaus, despite his best efforts, found someone completely different.

Katherine Pierce-Mikaelson lay unconscious among the collapsing ruins of the hall. Klaus stopped. Dark thoughts flooded his mind. How easy it would be to leave her here once and for all and let some stray plank fall and pierce her stoned heart. He shook his head.

Whether he wanted it or not, she was part of the family now. And he never left them behind. (Also, Y/N wouldn't approve of him leaving her friend to die. Elijah wouldn't be too pleased either.)

He took her in his arms and carried her out of the building. He laid her down on the grass, checking to see if she was injured.

"NIKLAUS! KATERINA!" Klaus raised his head, turning his gaze to his brother, who was running towards them. "Is she okay?! Where is Kol?! KOL?!" the elder brother rushed home after making sure his wife and Klaus were okay.

The hybrid caught up with him and grabbed his jacket, stopping him from entering the building.

"He is fine. Have you seen Y/N?" Elijah fell silent, looking away from his younger brother. Klaus grabbed him by the shoulders and forced him to look into his eyes. "WHERE IS Y/N?!" he shouted, shaking him.

"Niklaus..." the hybrid didn't even bother to listen to him.

He let go of the lapels of his jacket and ran towards the collapsing building, but before he could get close to the fire, his brother caught him. Klaus tried to break free from his grip. They both fell to the ground, fighting until the younger original snapped the older's neck.

"NIK!" his sister's scream stopped him from going home again, he ran towards her. Rage and fear shone in his eyes.

"WHERE IS SHE?!" he shouted at the jittery blonde. He had to get to Y/N, and his sister's tearful, devastated face didn't show she was safe. His anxiety and panic only increased as he searched Rebekah's eyes for any answer.

"She... she is in our house." Klaus had never felt such need and blissful relief flood him so quickly. Unfortunately, it left him as fast as it came. "She is in transition."

The original froze. He felt as if the whole world stopped around him for a moment. The one thing Klaus wasn't sure how Y/N would take in their (then very likely) future relationship was her possible transformation into a vampire. Now that it was actually happening, Klaus worried what his beloved's reaction would be.

"What? But... how?"

"Our father's minions attacked the building. Elijah and I managed to escape in time and evacuate Freya. Katherine was supposed to join us with Y/N, but they never showed up. We went back into the building and found her with a metal rod in her chest. We thought she was dead, but Freya did some weird tricks on her, and it turned out she had vampire blood in her system. Your blood, Nik. I'm so sorry."

"They attacked Katerina. They snapped her neck when she tried to help Y/N. We need to find them and Mikael. They will die for what they did." he growled, preparing a very savage plan of attack in his head.

He would destroy those who hurt his love. They will be begging him to send them to hell quickly.

"Klaus! You knew that, right? That our father returned. Is that why you disappeared with Kol? You went to kill him on your own and you lost. You provoked him, so now it's our fault that Y/N is dead."

"YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT MY PLANS WERE!" he shouted furiously. Rebekah had no right to say that when all he was doing was trying to protect Y/N and his family.

"THAT'S THE PROBLEM, NIK, IT'S ALWAYS YOUR PLANS AND NEVER OURS! And now Y/N is dead and it's all your fault!"

"SHE'S NOT DEAD! SHE WILL BE WITH US FOREVER AFTER TURNING INTO A VAMPIRE!"

"SHE WILL NEVER FEED!"

Her sudden statement restored complete silence, broken only by the sound of the burning house. Klaus quickly came to the conclusion that the sound of the fire burning in the fireplace, instead of bringing him relief and peace as before, would become the cause of his anxiety, a memory of the fear and horror he felt today. Another trauma for the collection.

"What?"

"She won't be one of us. She will die, Nik, and you will have the blood on your hands of the only person who has ever truly loved you."

"YOU'RE LIAR! SHE WOULD NEVER LEAVE ME!" he shouted, feeling the tears start to gather dangerously in his eyes.

"Are you sure?"

Klaus screamed, rushing furiously at his sister, but a strong hand on his shoulder stopped him.

"Be calm, son. Don't do something you'll regret. We'll go in turn. We'll kill Miakel first and then deal with Y/N, right?"

"And who the bloody hell are you?" Rebekah asked, eyeing the newcomer suspiciously. Especially when her brother hadn't ripped his arm off or maimed him after he touched him.

"Rebekah, this is my father... Rebekah!" Klaus screamed as the blonde vampire walked over to the older man and slapped him across the face.

"It's okay, Niklaus. I think I deserved it." Ansel groaned in pain, clutching his sore cheek.

"What do you want from him?" she growled, shielding her brother from him with her body. The Mikaelsons' experience had taught them to be careful in their dealings with their parents. They didn't have a very good experience. Klaus, on the other hand, rolled his eyes at his sister's protectiveness. If Ansel wanted to hurt him, he would have done so long ago; he certainly wouldn't have saved him from the clutches of death. Which didn't mean he trusted his father. He would have to deserve it and prove his good intentions to the sibling.

"I want to protect him. He's my son."

Klaus' heart beat faster. His son. It had been a long time since anyone had said that about him (he doubted he'd ever heard those words spoken with such pride and feeling). After all, Klaus wasn't made of stone. He could pretend his father's attitude didn't bother him, but he guessed they all knew how it affected the cruel hybrid. But before their big family meeting about Ansel could take place, they had to defeat their parents. And nothing unites and strengthens family bonds like hunting down their enemies.

"I threw the newlyweds in the car! If you've finished this dramatic scene, get your ass to the car before we all burn up from this fire, behind you, idiots!"

Maybe Klaus would have taken his father into the family after all. He would make a great replacement for his annoying little brother...

~•♤♤♤•~

Y/N's POV

I groaned as I slowly began to regain consciousness.

My head was bursting like hell, my throat felt like a desert, and the lights of the New Orelan lanterns that flooded into the room blinded me, causing me additional pain.

I felt like I had a huge, unforgettable hangover.

However, I don't remember much from last night. I guess I got drunk at the wedding faster than I thought and ended up in Klaus' bedroom again. At least he cleaned up after our recent… activities.

I slowly got out of bed. The world seemed to spin in my head. I closed my eyes, trying to compose myself. Suddenly, I heard an awfully loud jazz band playing in the streets of New Orleans. I swallowed, wondering who normal plays at night under other people's windows.

Someone entered the house with a bang, slamming the door mercilessly behind them. I hissed, clutching my throbbing head in pain. I've never had such a big hangover in my life.

Klaus came in covered in blood. Instantly, I felt the excitement flooding into my body, and my tongue moved to wet my chapped lips. I felt hotter in the room. My god, I fucked him only 24 hours ago, I couldn't be such a whore to him.

"Y/N." he sighed, standing stunned in the doorway. Well, he probably wasn't expecting me in his bedroom again.

"After all the noise outside, I can tell you didn't get rid of those musicians after all. Who did you fight? And please don't tell me it was Elijah." I asked, trying to control my sudden and unexpected turning on by the hybrid in the blood. Fucking hormones before a period.

"Noise?"

"Do not change the subject. With your super-hearing, there's no way you can't hear it." the man gave me a concerned look as he approached me. "Okay, I'm starting to worry. What happened to you?"

"Y/N..." he whispered, reaching for me, but I took a step away from him and wrinkled my nose.

"There's no way I'm letting you hug me or even touch me when you're covered in blood. Know my good heart, I'll clean you." I made a familiar flick of my wrist, but to my surprise, nothing happened… my magic didn't even move in my veins. I tried again, but nothing happened. I transferred my annoyed, hostile gaze to the original. What right did he have to lock me up in his house and block access to my magic?! "What the hell have you done to my magic?! Why did you keep it from me?! What kind of game are you playing right now?!"

"Y/N, I need you to calm down..."

"DON'T TOUCH ME! What did you do to me?! Why can't I feel my power?!"

"I'm so sorry, love."

"No… you can't just imply that… No." I shook my head in disbelief, unable to accept what he was trying to tell me. He must have been making cruel fun of me. But his painful, worried expression indicated otherwise.

"You're in a transition, Y/N."

"No, no, no. I can't! I didn't even drink a vampire's blood or die!"

"You drank from me last night, and today at the wedding, my father's minions disrupted the party. They started a fire and…"

"NO! You're lying! I can't be a vampire!"

"Y/N, please just listen to me..." he took a step towards me, but I backed away from him in panic, afraid to be so close to the man covered in blood... I could smell the wonderful, intoxicating smell of the red liquid on him.

"DON'T come closer. It is impossible. Are you playing some sick game, or is that some fucking plan of yours? A way to get me stuck here?"

"You think I'd stoop so low that I could do something like that to you? One of the few people I care about more than myself?!"

"You tell me. I don't know you."

"Do you really want to argue the same thing over and over again? When do we both know the truth?"

"I'm in transition, I'm scared, I'm angry, and I feel like my whole body is on fire with pain, and you're still able to bring everything back to our fucked-up relationship? You are an unbelievable narcistic psycho."

"Well, I know a very simple solution to your problems." he walked over to his desk and opened a drawer, leaving a bloodstain on the wood. He turned back to me, tossing me a bag of blood. "Drink."

"Are you crazy?! I'm not going to turn into that bloodthirsty thing that you are!"

"I've never heard such a beautiful compliment, love. Now. Drink. Before I pour it down your throat."

"You can't fucking make me!" I screamed, throwing a bag against the wall, which wasn't a good idea at all as its contents started to run down the wall, creating a small puddle on the floor. My gums involuntarily itched. My stomach rumbled as the delicious smell of fresh blood hit my nostrils.

I closed my eyes, sighing as I tried to control the overwhelming hunger. Klaus took advantage of my moment of weakness, coming over to me and enclosing me in a tight, strong hug. The smell of blood that covered him attacked my senses.

It was funny how his arms were both the only place that could bring me peace and make me fearful of the inner need caused by the vampire blood in my system.

"I can see how you are struggling and how persistently you are trying to overcome it. But why fight it? Why when you can get so much? Have you ever thought about the benefits of being a vampire? Your lovely, pretty face will never age a day, being able to dazzle others with its unimaginable beauty forever. All human diseases and ailments will disappear. You will be able to enjoy eternal life, discovering the mysteries and wonders of this world, even if not with me by your side, then with someone who will worship you until the end of this world. All you have to do is drink some blood and let us take care of you until you learn to control yourself. Is that such a big price to pay for eternal life?" he let me pull away from him a little so I could look into his eyes as he held me tight, desperately trying to convince me to stay alive.

"Who said it would be a happy life? That I'll learn to control myself and not go crazy or become a ripper? That I won't come back covered in the innocent blood of humans every night like you?"

"I must admit I'm a little offended, but I won't blame you for making such vicious accusations against me." he said it in such a tone that I laughed involuntarily, bringing a tender smile to his face. He could always make me laugh, even in the darkest of times. "It's the blood of Mikael and his minions; they definitely weren't innocent, love. Besides, I know you. You will not attack an ordinary man for your own pleasure. And even if you want to, I'll make sure you don't do anything stupid."

I got out of his grip, walking away from him to a safe distance. I might have been in transition, but of the two of us, the man was still the more impetuous. His reaction to my final decision may vary, and I prefer not to risk an untimely death by suffocation.

Besides, Klaus would never forgive himself for that.

"I can't, Nik. I won't feed." his calm facade dropped, and the desperation in his eyes and fear became more evident.

"Y/N just listen to me..."

"It seems like the only fair way out, you know? I helped you plan that stupid wedding; now, at least, you can return the favor by giving me a big, epic funeral."

"Don't even joke like that."

"You know, when Bonnie became sort of an anchor for dead supernaturals to find their way to peace or whatever it is, I couldn't believe at first that the dead actually went somewhere. It seems logical that after you've lived so many years with all these super powers, you just… die. No special effects, no second life, or another reality where there are other dead people. Now, I wish I believed in an afterlife, but I just don't buy this peace story."

"Vampirism is by definition an afterlife."

"I'd rather go into the unknown than live in pain." as if on cue, a sudden, painful spasm seized the left half of my body, causing me to double up... I thought I was beginning to decay from the inside out.

Klaus was near me in no time, holding me up. Fear and despair were painted on his face so clearly that I had to look away from him to chase away the remorse.

"The longer you wait, the more you'll suffer."

"Yeah. I think it's better this way. I mean, look at me. I'm gonna make a super-hot corpse. Perfect for an open casket..."

"Y/N."

"I want a huge party. Everyone has to drink themselves into oblivion and reminisce about all the happy times, funny jokes, or God knows what else. And don't let Kol officiate my funeral, because he'll definitely bring up that stupid story about drunk me flirting with you in a wedding dress or that you were my last fu..."

"STOP IT!" he shouted, interrupting me."I'll not entertain this kind of talk any longer. You must feed. I need you." he growled, glaring at me madly as if that had ever impressed me or worked on me.

He wanted a furious lovers quarrel? Here we go, I'll give him a fucking, last argument.

"This is not about you, this is about me! I liked who I was! I've spent my entire life being that exact version of myself! Years of hard practice and experimentation with my magic went for nothing. I'm nothing! I will never be who I used to be. It is better if I die as someone I'm proud of than live as someone I despise!"

"NO! It is better to live a flawed life than to waste it rotting in clay!"

"But that's not your decision to make." I whispered with tears in my eyes.

He thought I wanted to die? Leaving the love of my life when our story was just beginning? That I didn't want that fucking fairytale ending where the princess got her prince charming?

But I was never a Cinderella, and Klaus was no cut-off to be a prince on a white horse. And we had to accept this.

"Y/N..."

"I HAVE NOTHING, KLAUS! Without my magic, I am a meaningless shell of my former self. I will always be just a shadow of the person I used to be, unable to cast even the simplest spell or feel the fucking energy of plants! My immortal life will be one big void that nothing can fill!" I walked over to him, taking his hands. I didn't want him to leave. Since I was about to die, I didn't want to do it alone. But I knew full well that he wouldn't stay with me to watch me die, because if I were in his place, I wouldn't be able to watch him go away forever either. "I don't want to live like this, Nik. I can't stand such a pain, and certainly nothing is worth it."

"If you want to go back to the arms of death so badly, I won't stop you. I only hope the bugs will eat your rotten body soon, love." he growled, pulling his hand out of my grip, and he stormed out of the room.

"Klaus! Wait!" I shouted after him, trying to take a step towards the door, but I was too weak to move. I slumped to the ground, letting all my heightened emotions come to light and burst into tears as I listened as the hybrid left the house, slamming the door angrily.

This wasn't how it was all supposed to be.

Everything was meant to fall into place after the wedding, but my life was coming to an inexorable end, and my epic true love left me alone and ran away, hurt by my refusal to accept eternal life by his side.

Suddenly, I felt arms pull me into a comforting, firm embrace as someone began to stroke my hair reassuringly. I looked up. It was Klaus' father.

Klaus told me about it several times and even showed me one of the most traumatic memories for him—finding his biological father, pierced through and through by Mikael's sword. I spent half the night with him then, trying to distract his mind from his memories about his true origin.

Apparently, Ansel must have returned with the parents of the originals. He must have trusted him to let him into his mansion.

"All right. He will calm down a bit and come back to you, darling. He will not waste the last hours with his beloved on pointless wandering in anger around the city."

"I... don't want to hurt him. I just can't... I... was never supposed to become... It's all so fucked up." I sobbed, letting Ansel move me to Klaus' bed, so we were sitting next to each other.

"Try to understand him. The love of his life is dying, and while he could shove blood down your throat and save you, he can't do anything without your permission. He's powerless, and that's one of the few feelings my son doesn't take well."

"I don't think I can do it, Ansel. I don't want to be a vampire, but… I want him to be okay. He finally has some happiness and peace in his life, and I'm taking that away from him, making him unhappy again. If only I could turn back time and…"

"And do what? Never met him?"

"That would be best for him and his family."

"I think my son knows what's best for him. And I think..." he got out of bed, rolled up the carpet to get to the floorboards, and pulled out one board. He put his hand into the hole and pulled out a huge bundle of papers. He put everything back in its place and came over to me, handing me the package. "He discovered it himself a long time ago."

"What is it?" I asked, wiping tears from my cheeks, and (after wiping my hands on my dress) I took it from him.

"Something for you. Ah, these postmen! They always lose something or don't deliver it on time, don't they? I'll leave you with that for a while. I'll make sure you have some privacy." Klaus' father went out of the room, closing a door behind him.

A werewolf left me with the strange envelopes alone.

I looked at them distrustfully, not certain if I really wanted to open them. But my innate curiosity made me ask myself one important question all the time.

What was in them?

With trembling hands, I opened the first sealed envelope.

I'd recognize Klaus' practiced, beautiful handwriting anywhere. It's been haunting me since he sent me an invitation to Mikaelson's ball. After every little note he gave me, I could tell I was an expert at his refined handwriting. Thanks to this little obsession, after the first glance at the letter, I knew it was written by him.

Y/N, I have to admit, I'm a little offended that you're not answering my calls. Are you so busy with Mystic Falls stuff that you don't have time for old friends? It'd be nice to know you're alive, Klaus

My malicious witch, my nuisance, It's really awful of you to torment my poor soul. What have I done to deserve such a cold shoulder? Have your little friends turned you against me? If Rebekah and Katherine deserve weekly video calls, what do I have to do to have the honor of hearing your irritating voice? Stop with that attitude, or I'll show up in this musty hole myself, Klaus

A thorn in my side, a waking nightmare, I see you're ignoring me on purpose. I have to admit, I didn't expect such a game from you, but here you go. Want to play games? Expect me to be a willing participant. Let the best win, Klaus

My stupid little witch, Heretics will no longer bother you. Do not thank me. Put your life in danger for these morons one more time, and you will know my wrath, Klaus

My little tormentor, Have you cast a spell on me to think about you every night? Does this possession make me see you everywhere I go, only to be disappointed when I reach a person who is not you? Is this another one of your new tricks? Making me miss you awake and asleep? I swear I'll draw you into your own trap, Klaus

My lovely witch and the sweet bane of my existence, You win. I love you. Truly, madly, deeply. I dare you to come to me and get your price. Yours, Klaus

If it was possible, I cried more than before. Why now? Why didn't I find all these letters sooner? If only I had known about the letters sooner, now at least I would have had something to remember on the other side.

But the most important question was, did I really want to go to the other side, now?

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Hey. I know I usually have a bit of silly banter to lead up to each episode, but I'm gonna be honest, I'm... feeling a little bittersweet. We've spent almost whole year with these lunatics in the town of Oniga, and yet it feels like we met them just yesterday. I personally have been given a lot to think about.

The beautiful lies of the moon, the difference between ravenously attempting to take your own desires by force and the beauty in the mindset of wabi-sabi, the joy we find in things we create ourselves, the sheer depths of cruelty we're willing to sink to for love, the importance of having those you can rely on... I might have a lot to think about once it's all over.

-The Donbrothers! Have reached their complete state! Nobody can get in our way!

-Good work, Taro!

-Seems like Sonoshigoroku are clearly incapable of getting real.

-Batsu da!

-Man...

-I only found about this last night, but Morisaki Win? Turns out the dude's from Myanmar. Funny that, huh? Would've been something really cool to know by like... the second episode, but oh well, live and learn.

-"Count off, my companions! Of course, I'll be the one to start us off."

-You might have to do a lot more exercise than you're used to when Tarou's leading the session.

-Jirou's not quite so eagerly participating. Figured he'd be three times as enthusiastic as everyone else.

-Goddang it Haruka, you're too cute for this.

-One of those five fingers is a hell of a lot lighter now...

-Tsubasa's definitely dodging the six shooters of those cops.

-This event is certainly something Sonoi's looking forward to.

-Aw, Sononi. Your romance game ate shit these past couple episodes, but now you're our beloved failgirl.

-...Sonoza, do you know a good play on number nine?

-The roster's all here!

-Let's train.

-"You're the disruptive one, Boss."

-Oh?

-Ooooooh, good work Haruka!

-"Later nerds! We're in serialization!"

-Oh, okay! That's three down.

-And then there were three.

-Spending time with your big brother and your boyfriend.

-Sonoshigoroku!

-Gettin' real serious!

-"I'm gonna power-up too! ...or, perhaps not..."

-I see Tiger Jirou's definitely there in spirit.

-SONOI NO

-OH OKAY NEVERMIND THIS IS AWESOME

-Get moron'd.

-"Momotani Jirou. Welcome to the Donbrothers."

-:)

-"I've... got a lot to think about..."

-Chief...

-Kijino's loved after all. ...in his weird way.

-Speaking of which, hello Tsubasa!

-Natsumi-san!

-"You seem... normalish, now. That's frightening."

-Jirou...

-Oh..

-You're breakin' my heart over here, man.

-Terasaki-style.

-Woken up and smelled the roses.

-Tarou...

-Guess he's feeling the ending blues too.

-Man...

-"Go back... to the nice dude you used to be."

-"Kind man you are, Tsubasa-san."

-OOOOOOH

-Y'know, I don't blame Natsumi at all, but goddamn, that hurts

-"I'll uh... I'll just go..."

-The plot thickens.

-Sononi says ACAB

-"This place... it smells too much of cranes."

-Ooooooh

-She knew.

-N

-Natsumi!?

-See the boss has taken an interest in the manga?

-Minoru-san!

-Poor Ma

-"This is the one~!"

-Honse

-The Ultimate Hitotsu-ki!

-OHHHHHH THEY'RE OVERLOADING HIM

-Noooo, Minoru-san!

-"Oh goddammit boy, not again!"

-Ouja-Ki!

-"Kneel before me, peasants! I shall become king and king alone!"

-Yeah, that backfired on you scrubs, huh?

-Yeah you better run!

-Oden-based bribery.

-"You kidding me? I can't have you randos pay for my lunch."

-"But we're enemies! That's gotta count for something!"

-...WAIT. Tarou just said "total strangers" and Tsubasa fixated on that. That's important.

-"So like, you guys need our help?"

-I mean to be fair, you did make him break his promise to his mom and tried ordering him around. I'd probably wanna kill you assholes too.

-Of course! That's how all kings eat oden!

-...or at least, that's how the King of Town probably would.

-Time to fight!

-NOOOO POPS

-"Noi-chan? :o?"

-Thems the King-Ohger colors!

-Mantis, Stag Beetle, Butterfly, Dragonfly, and Bee!

-Him being ourple implies to me that Papillon Ohger's the one in charge.

-Hahahaha~! Matsuri da!

-Oh, there they are.

-The final bosses.

-"Man, Sonoshi sucks, huh? Oh well, who cares?"

-Oh now Tarou cares about the strong.

-We ain't done yet, no doubt.

-Decrowned.

-Oh. That's all then. Seems like Minoru's had enough.

-Happy birthday~!

-National Momoi Tarou Day.

-"I lied, bitches."

-"Happy Not-Birthday, Momoi-san! I can be your wife for today, if you want!"

-Oh...

-Way to remind me that literally Tarou's entire apartment complex hated him.

-Oh well, their loss! Momo Pillow!

-Momo Oden Sticks!

-"I'm the grumpiest motherfucker on the planet around you assholes!" Fucking Dies.

-"He's dead... WE DID IT!"

-YEEEAAH

-...no, I agree Haruka, what have our lives become

-Sonona and... Sonoya. Our final bosses.

-Of fucking course Kouhei Murakami would be here at the very end.

-The final festival. The final battle.

-Our bond is true now, everyone.

-Mmmmm oden.

-Well... hard to believe we're done with these guys next week. Man...

#avataro sentai donbrothers #donbrothers spoilers #donbrothers #super sentai #don! don! it's a full force peachy festival!

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25: Encountering Sachiko [wrong end 8 ★8]

Corpse Party Hub, < prev, next >

This is wrong end 8 ★8 from Book of Shadows Episode #5, and would most likely roughly take place at some point during Corpse Party Chapter 2 if memory serves.

Pairing: Bill, Aimee, Schlatt, Wilbur

Word Count: 2105

Chapter TWs: Blood and Gore, Graphic Depictions of Violence/Gore, Implied/Referenced Character Death

Whatever you do, don’t look behind you.

The note laid neatly beside the candle on the steps, causing Bill to scoff in annoyance.

“Oh, yeah?” He challenged aloud, almost immediately turning to look behind him in curiosity. What’s the worst that could happen?

He blinked as the familiar figure of Aimee emerged from the darkness below, calling his name out in relief as they recognized each other. “Bill…!”

“Aimee! Where's Schlatt?” Bill asked immediately, recognizing that she wasn't alone when he'd left her at the pool earlier.

“I— I don't know. He was with me until a second ago, but then we found ourselves running from this man with… an axe, I think…? And we got separated.” She explained awkwardly, glancing back over her shoulder and down the stairs anxiously.

“Oh, shit… Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Bill was quick to step forward and start looking over her bloody clothes before she stopped him.

“I'm okay, I'm okay. This… isn't my blood.” She grimaced a little, before staring down at the floor. “It's just… this school… it's even more dangerous than I thought. Whoever that guy is, I'm sure he's been going around killing anyone who gets lost in here.”

Bill thought hard for a few long moments, before realizing he had no idea what she was talking about. “Well I've never met the guy, but I think the fact that he wields an axe is enough of a red flag for me.”

“Bill… I'm scared. I'm scared that… that if I'm by myself, he'll find me, and…” She trailed off, Bill’s imagination quickly filling in the gaps.

“...okay.” Bill nodded to himself, already set on a plan. “Then I'll stay with you!”

“Really…? Are you sure?”

“Why wouldn't I be?” Aimee seemed to perk up at that, Bill relaxing his shoulders to seem as casual as possible. “That way you won't be alone, and I can watch your back.”

“Thank you so much!” Aimee grinned in relief, throwing herself forward at Bill and latching onto one of his arms with an appreciative smile.

“H—Hey…!” Bill felt bad for the way he nearly immediately shook her off, but something about the way she held onto him made him feel uncomfortable.

“Ah, I'm sorry! You have a boyfriend already, don't you? I think you said his name was Ranboo?” Aimee apologized, blushing slightly and backing away from him.

“No no, we're not like that.” Bill tried to correct, shaking his head and his hands. “He's more like a brother to me, you know?”

“Ahh… I bet life would be a whole lot less boring if I had an older brother like you.” Aimee smiled almost dreamily, and Bill did his best to ignore the strange feeling that blossomed in his stomach.

“If by 'less boring' you mean utterly anarchic, then yeah, maybe!”

Methodically checking the next floor as carefully as they could for Schlatt, the two wandered around for quite a ways before the ambient light of the school seemed to dim greatly.

“It's gotten really fucking dark in here.” Bill commented, squinting in the low light only to see Aimee rummaging around her person for something. “...Aims? What's up?”

“Give me a sec... I have a light.” Aimee took her time gathering darkened things in her hands while grumbling, “It's not just dark, but cold, too…”

“Yeah... We should turn back. This hallway gives me the creeps.” Bill shuddered a little, though he wasn't sure if it was his ever increasing nerves or the chill in the air.

“But… the way back is gone.” Aimee pointed back behind the two, Bill’s eyes finally adjusting to the darkness enough to see that yes—in fact—the wooden floor behind them had seemingly rotted and caved in, preventing them from going back, short of jumping the gap.

“Ah, shit…” He groaned, knowing that it would be better to continue on forward than to try any sort of crazy acrobatics, before suddenly turning to his companion with an idea. “Hey, Aimee. Do you still have that alcohol lamp?”

“Sorry, that didn't quite make it.” Aimee apologized, before holding out her hands that held a matchbox and a few candles with a small smile. “I have plenty of candles, though!”

“Oh, I don't know if they'll be enough.” Bill dismissed, her rolling her eyes before begrudgingly putting the items back to where they came from.

“Well… look! There's a room.” Aimee tugged a little on one of Bill’s sleeves, pointing off into the darkness at something he couldn't see. “Let's go see what's inside. Okay?”

“Hey wait, it might not be safe! We need to—!” Bill tried to stop her, but in the process of the two of them heading in different directions and grabbing at each other, they ended up topping over the floor with loud shouts of surprise. As soon as Bill realized he was on top of her, he quickly tried to scramble away as an uncomfortable blush settled across his face and down his neck. He got up to his hands and knees as quickly as he could, panicked as Aimee stared back up at him with a strange look on her face. “Shit, my bad... I didn't hurt you, did I?”

“I'm just fine.” Aimee seemed all too comfortable where she landed, biting a little at her bottom lip—much to Bill’s confusion.

“Hey, don't get the wrong idea... I— I didn't mean to.” Bill tried to explain, but she shook her head lightly and blinked slowly up at him with a coy smile.

“Never mind that. What say we have a little chat?”

“...huh…?” Bill wanted to get as far away from her as he possibly could, but stayed rooted to the spot as his brain tried to follow her off-putting offer.

“Don't you like me… Billy…?” Aimee’s voice seemed to change pitch suddenly, becoming deeper as her eyes bore holes straight up into him. He felt himself flinch, opening his mouth to shut her down only to notice the first drops of blood forming in the corners of her eyes.

Any words he had to say died in his throat as tear tracks of blood ran down her face, more blood beading out of her nose and dripping over her lips, a sense of horror washing over him as he came to the conclusion that something was very, very wrong. “Wh—Who… are you?”

“Who do you think I am, Billy?” Despite the blood now pouring out of her mouth, her words weren’t garbled at all, Bill shaking his head as the horror gave way to dread in the pit of his stomach.

“Cut it out…” He tried to play it off and get back to his feet as the words of—Don't call me that!—got stuck in his throat, then pushing off of the floor with his hands only for her to tightly grab both of his wrists to keep him down on top of her. “L—Let me go! How do you know about me? About Ranboo?!”

Whoever this was—it most certainly wasn’t Aimee, at least not anymore—only giggled, a swirling panic beginning in his stomach as he tried to pull away. Her grip on him was unnaturally strong as it bruised his wrists, no amount of yanking able to break the grip for several long moments until a particularly hard tug got one of his hands free, his arm then swinging wide and smacking one of the girl’s bloodstained cheeks.

“Oww! How dare you raise your hand to a girl… Billy…” Her voice distorted as she giggled again, thick trails of blood starting to leak out of every available orifice of her face: eyes, nose, ears, and even more from her mouth. The skin of Aimee’s face began to peel back like burning paper, curling away from the waterfalls of crimson and flaking off in disgusting, bloody patches. A new, blue tinted face was emerging from underneath the peeling, flayed skin—it was young, child-like, and covered in slimy guts and more blood. Whatever was left of Aimee disintegrated to the sides as the rest of the young girl’s figure emerged, though staying half-submerged in the floorboards. Long, dark hair framed the sides of her face, a long red dress covering her body that began to shimmer in the low light of the hallway to make her seem to glow as she grinned up at Bill, his mind finally catching up with the carnage surrounding him as the rank smell of death started wafting up from the piled remains and ever growing lake of blood around him. The girl still held onto him, him swallowing back vomit as the two stared at each other, waiting for someone to make a move.

“You… were you always… her?” Bill stumbled out, anger boiling up fast as he exploded, “You— You bitch! What the hell did you do to Ranboo?”

“Now what did I do to him? Hmm. I remember he wouldn't shut up.” Sachiko mused, giggling to herself as Bill only glared harder at her. “He kept chirping 'Bill!', 'Bill!', 'Bill!', like a bird. But he's not chirping anymore! Wanna see for yourself?”

“Oh, you're so full of shit!” Bill exclaimed, finally able to break the girl’s hold on him and swing a wild punch to her face.

She blinked in honest surprise as his hit connected and forced her head all the way off to one side—as if forgetting she was corporeal at all—before her dull eyes began to flicker red with rage. “I guess I can’t have any fun with you after all.”

His next wild swing missed as she ducked out of the way, rising up out of the floor to grab him by the throat with both hands. He instantly tried to grab her hold and yank him off, but she was now even stronger than when she’d held him down against the floor.

“Shit—!” He clawed desperately at her hands to get any amount of air back into his lungs, dark spots dancing in his vision as—Ah shit, she’s gonna choke me out. What a fuckin’ way to go.

She knocked them both over and pinned him down to the floor, her face gleeful as his attempts to buck her off were slowly starting to weaken.

He was incredibly dizzy from the fall and lack of air—his vision was swimming and his hearing was turning to a rather discordant ringing—so he almost missed a familiar voice calling out from down the hallway.

Almost.

“Whoa, Bill? That you?”

Bill craned his head back as the girl slackened her grip in surprise, seeing Schlatt and Wilbur standing shoulder to shoulder in the hall and staring at him in confusion. Schlatt was the one to call out, continuing, “You sure look like you’ve got your hands full!” with a sarcastic snicker.

“A little—! help—! assholes—!” Bill fumed, the brief slight reprieve from the choking giving him enough air to fight against the girl with a renewed vigor.

“She looks rather strong for a primary schooler.” Wilbur commented as the two ran forward, Schlatt rolling his eyes.

“Actually, you're in America, so she'd be an elementary schooler, you Brit.” Schlatt chastised, Wilbur smacking him before kicking the girl hard in the stomach.

“And here I was expecting you to call me a slur.”

Schlatt laughed as he grabbed the girl by the back of the dress in her moment of confusion from being kicked, yanking her off of Bill in one swift movement and throwing her to the side where she landed like a blood-covered ragdoll. “You good, man?”

“Now I am.” Bill panted, taking Wilbur’s offered hand to get back up to his feet. “Thanks.”

“What happened?” Wilbur turned a side eye to the ghost, who glared at them and slowly sank down through the floor.

“It’s… a bit of a long story.” Bill trailed off, rubbing at his throat carefully. “Wait, where’s Aimee?”

“We got separated at the pool by this psycho with an ax.” Schlatt shrugged, though Bill could see the lines of concern in his face. “After that I got lost an just happened to run into Wil.”

“Well that crazy ghost was… wearing her skin.” Bill gulped a little as he spoke, the slick blood and guts still piled on the floor.

“Oh! Oh shit!” Schlatt coughed, both him and Wilbur recoiling from the smell they were suddenly aware of.

“Let's get out of here before she comes back, yeah?”

Bill instantly nodded, following the two older boys down the hall, trying to ignore his still aching lungs and the burning panic in his chest.

God, this place is fucked…

#corpse party au #corpse party #fanfiction #fanfic #cross posted on ao3 #writing #whump #angst #wilbur soot #wilbur soot fanfiction #jschlatt #billzo #aimsey

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Road96: Shandara’s Land (1)

Fandom: Road96

Rated M for Language and Violence.

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The party was in full swing. The Petrians took advantage of the stands, laughing heartily. Even security, indulged in some pleasures before refocusing on their work. Flores, meanwhile, was still doing some rehearsals of her speech, wanting to make sure she didn't make any mistakes. The children were running around, scolding lightly by their parent who asked them to not move away. Among this amused crowd, Stan, Mitch, Sonya and Adam walked avoiding jostling people. While some looked at the Sanchez brothers with a bad eye, others couldn't help but laugh when they saw them. Despite them, the two brothers had become kind of national mascots, or crime stars, more for the failures than the successes of their robberies. But none of them paid attention. They preferred to take the opportunity to have a little fun too. Well, almost all of them. Stan had been somewhat tense for a few minutes, looking around, scanning every individual that seemed strange to him. And he had a good reason for doing so... But Sonya didn't really like that.

“Come on Stan...Stop worrying! We're here to have fun!” say Sonya, sighing.

“I know. But I can't help it. If so many people are there, if we are there, then HE may be there too. I prefer to remain cautious.” responds Stan seriously.

“Stan, even if he's there, I don't think he'll try anything. And then Mitch, Adam and you are here to protect me, so I don't think he'll try to kill me again. So, relax and enjoy this day!”

“She’s right Stan. We have little chance of meeting him. With all this crowd, if we meet him, it's destiny. Let's take advantage of this day, since we are not likely to be arrested.” replied Mitch.

“...Maybe you right. I should relax a little. But please Sonya, if you have to go somewhere, please at least, stay with one of us, even if it’s the hairstylist.” said Stan looking at Adam.

“Stan...” responds Sonya.

“Okay, okay. I mean your “Boyfriend”. Sorry.”

“No... No problem.” responds Adam shaking a little. Since he knows that the two man he rejected, when they wanted to talk to Sonya the day where Jarod tries to kill her, was her big brothers, Adam was...quite impressed by them. Especially by Stan who, as the older brother, acts sometimes like a father.

The whole small group eventually resumed the march in the crowd that was becoming denser. They met many fans of Sonya who could not help but sign some autographs for them. They also ended up running into John, Fanny and Alex at one of the stands. If at first, the two brothers panicked at the sight of the chief of police, they were quickly reassured when she told them that she was only there as a citizen and not in her duties. However, she specified that just like the two brothers, she had her weapon to carry and that she would not hesitate to take it out if they tried anything.

“Of course, Madam! I promise you that nothing criminal will be done today. We're just here to enjoy the day with our little sister...” starts Stan.

“Stan !!” said Mitch and Sonya at the same time.

“... Whoops.”

“Don’t worry about it. I already suspected your relationship, when each time we sent a robot portrait of you two for her show, Miss Sanchez could not broadcast them because of ‘technical problems’.” Said Fanny, smiling and crossing her arms.

“... Whoops.” said Sonya.

“I wouldn't say anything to anyone. Promised. I hope at least you enjoy the day.”

“We are. And what about you two? The Police chief with the number 2 of the Black Brigade, it’s quite an unexpected scoop.”

“Ex-member of the Black Brigade, please. Now I'm just an old truck driver who live his life with his family.” responds John.

“Well, we’re doing well. John, Mom and I walked in all the stands and they’re great. You should go to the computer one, it’s awesome.” said Alex proudly.

“New technologies huh? Well, it’s not really our thing but, I guess we can take a look at it. Thanks for the info, gamer boy.” said Mitch.

The small group left again, greeting John, Fanny and Alex. Meanwhile... in one of the convoy's vehicles, Tyrak chatted with Merlina Yung, the woman who help him escape from prison. And the subject of conversion was... very serious.

“Are you sure what you are saying? It's just a legend. A ridiculous legend that I made removed from our storybooks since no one has ever been able to prove its existence.” asks Tyrak quite curious.

“Totally Mr. Tyrak. However, I need more time, and resources to make sure I have the exact location. And that can only happen if you return to your position as president.” Responds Merlina.

“That's why you set me free.”

“Oh, come on...it’s partnership. I help you; you help me, everyone wins. And you’ll win more by...Eliminate your opponents.”

“Boss! We will be at destination in less than a hour!” said the driver.

“Perfect. You should be prepared Mr Tyrak. A president should have a speech in mind. Especially when he takes back his throne.”

“And what about security?” ask Tyrak.

“Don’t worry about that, my men are already in place. Life, it’s like a Chess game, to win, you must always be one step ahead of your opponent.” replied Merlina, sneering.

Back at Mount National, Sonya's group stopped in front of a particular stand because it had been installed by a traveller from a neighbouring country. The latter offered articles from his country, which had the reaction of attracting the curiosity of those who passed by. Stan and Mitch were going to their side for mechanical equipment, to strengthen their old bike a little more. But as he and his brother returned to their sister without paying too much attention, Stan bumped into someone unintentionally, causing her to fall to the ground.

“Hey! Be careful when you walk you...” he stars before freezing when he sees who he had brought down.

She was small compared to him, red hair tied in a high ponytail, a sky blue and dark blue top, black shorts, a leather bag slung over her shoulder... I don't think I need to go any further to make you understand who it is. Our dear little explorer rubbed her lower back grimacing, the impact with the ground having been a little too strong for her taste. And when she raised her head to Stan, it was like love at first sight for him. He no longer dared to move, no longer speak, as if paralyzed.

“Are you okay, little Lady? Forgive him, Stan can be a bit clumsy sometimes.” said Mitch, helping the young woman to get up.

“It’s okay, don’t worry. I must admit that I wasn’t really paying attention too. After all, there’s so many things to see here.” said the young woman, smiling.

“Yeah, I did not think that we could still be surprised at what our country could offer. But neighbouring countries have objects and other stuff that we don't have yet.”

“And still you haven't seen anything. I come from Lurisia, a country bordering Malonia, which borders your country. And believe me, it's a real little paradise.”

“i believe you.”

“Oh sorry, I forgot my good manners. My name is Anna Weatherlaw. Explorer in her spare time.” replied the young woman holding her hand.

“Mitch Sanchez, and this is my elder Brother Stan. We’re twins and robbers.” responds the latter shaking gently her hand.

“I thought I understood it from your outfits. I guess to get to that point... Life must not have been easy. Hoping that now... Things will be easier for you.”

“i doubt a little about it...You okay Stan? You didn’t say anything from the beginning.”

“...Pretty...” Stan simply responds.

“...hahaha! Well thanks. I have to go. Maybe we see each other again later? At the bus station?”

“Yeah...good idea...”

Anna smiled at them before greeting them and disappearing into the crowd again. Sonya and Adam arrived at the same time and just as Mitch looked at Stan with a funny look. It was the first time their brother had reacted like this to someone. And Sonya couldn't help but give her brother a little teasing look when Mitch explained what had happened a few minutes before.

“Aww too cute. Stan is fallen in love~ “said Sonya.

“What?? Me, Fallen in love?? Absolutely not! She was pretty and as a good, educated boy, I had to let her knows it. That’s all.” responds Stan, looking away, crossing his arms.

“Yeah yeah, if you say so.”

*Your attention please. President Flores will soon deliver her speech; we invite the population as well as visitors to go to the platform provided for this purpose. Thank you. *

Everyone then went to the stage, we could find the group of Sonya, John Fanny and Alex, Jarod a little further away and finally Anna. A few minutes later Flores appeared in front of everyone, cheered and congratulated. You could even hear people chanting her name in heart. And she returned it to them with a big smile and a solemn greeting of her hand. She owed it well; it was they who had chosen her to lead the country. She would be nothing without her people.

“Thank you. Thank you all. My fellow citizens, Petrians, travellers from distant lands, ladies and gentlemen. Today is not a day like any other. It is exactly 100 years since our country was born, under the banner of peace, justice, equality, solidarity and fraternity. Words that Tyrak unjustly manipulated and destroyed, for his own account.” starts Flores, before people the crowd boos Tyrak. She waits a little before continuing her speech:

“Less than a year ago, the Petrian people finally united, to drive out this tyrant and even send him to prison. And this could never have been possible, without the union of the whole country. Unfortunately, lives were sacrificed to make this possible, young people with a bright future risked their lives to flee, or denounce, the horrors Tyrak was committing. Some have succeeded, others have unfortunately perished. Today, we have finally buried with dignity all those brave citizens who still believed the future of this country not only for them.... but also, for their families. Among these brave citizens was Zoe Muller, the daughter of Frederik Muller, the oil minister under the Tyrak government. Thanks to her, we were able to show the world that Tyrak had cowardly decided to sacrifice human lives in the tragic attack of '86, which cost the lives of hundreds of citizens. Unfortunately, this young girl, also perished trying to cross the border, proves that Tyrak has no mercy even towards those who follow him. Today, my dear fellow citizens, will not only be the day the country was founded. No, today will also be the day when we will remember all those men and women who fought for their country, in every way, but also...”

“The day of your fall.” said suddenly Tyrak, appearing on the platform, facing Flores with a smirk.

“Tyrak?”

“Sorry Mrs Flores...But your time is up.” said Merlina Yung, next to tyrak.

Everyone watched frightened, the scene unfolding before their eyes. But it was not about Tyrak that Anna was worried, but about the woman at his side.

“ ! Merlina...Yung...” she said, worried.

Things were going to go in a direction... that no one expected.

***

(I just listened to the music for the next road 96 that will be released and I'm a fan! he's an absolute Banger! And you? What do you think about? I hope you’ll like it like the other ones! Feel free to tell me what you think about it! Have a great weekend to you all! See ya!)

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Movies that SHOULD'VE been GAY

Okay I've noticed [not being spiteful just a meh observation] that movies that have men being friends become a ship that still seen as gay to present time but lesbians??? not so much i.e [Lost boys micheal and david, interview with a vampire altho that IS gay and teen wolf stiles and derek, sherlock holmes, supernatural harry potter and draco the list goes on]

So HERE is the queer rep for the ones who refer to themselvs as gals of feminine heres the lesbian stories for you!

Bring it on.

Missy and Tuarences should've been gay altho the brothers hot too tuarence is a perfect Bisexual representation. Plus all the girls in this movie? Pretty sure I had a crush on.

Next is Bride wars.

The fact that in the beggining of the movie the two girls we're playing 'marriage' where one is the bride and the other is the groom and they've been 'dreaming' of their dream wedding and both were proposed and their marriage happened at the same time. Both of them had a fight but only one's marriage ended because her husband was a dick. But overall the fact that they were close, got made up, knew each other so well and then ended up pregnant at the same time made me think they should've just made the movie gay and show that even lesbians will clash on deciding their wedding and since they 'shared' everything this moment will be a next step of them embracing their individualty and being better for it.

Next up is "The Holiday." A movie where two women have issues with their relationships and have 'break ups' and end up swapping homes to get away from it all. I would've loved if the two became pen pals and ended up stepping in each other shoes and found themselves knowing a person from their house and gettig closer to them by their friends, neighbors, family and found that the two have a lot in common and find that both became the 'escape' the other needed [but I do love Jude law in this film especially since he cried we need to bring back healthy relationships or seeing men being vunerable because it was so refreshing back then]

Oceans 8

These two need I say more? Overrall in the story its great that blondie had bruenettes back and even was there as her rock every step of the way, both were equel powerhouses and complete badassas through the whole movie. Wish it was official but to me they're married your honour.

Death becomes her.

This is SUCH a gay movie, if you watch it there is SO much clevage and it feels so gay when both of the women end up living forever and eternity the fact that they tried to hurt one another over some man and the fact that madeline was hurt by the others words because she was called 'cheap' and took it to heart she is so insecure and unloved and yet giner snaps [forgot her name] was obsessed with her to the point where she even drove her inmates mad when she wanted to talk about her, the drive to kill her- then made up then living with her years later [if it wasn't for the message in the end that they were miserable and the guy was happy even tho he kinda ruined their lives he DID choose madeline a women he just met over his fiance and then became drunk because she was awful?] oh well still think the movie was queer.

Mean girls

Rewatching the movie and the musical I can't help but think that a three way love triangle of Katie, Erin and Regina would've been perfect, a coming of age and even dealing with their sexuality as well as the drama of being friends someone like regina and hormones all over the place. Love and hate is usually one and the same thing and pig tail pulling has always been a thing when someone has a crush but as no way of expressing that which leads to confusion. Regina had no interest in erin but only did that to hurt katie and dangle him in front of the other even going as far as saying that she would rather break things than share them with others. The relationship of katie and Regina turns from one of a power imbalance of ruler and supporter to two queens who are equel and think that every one loves them and wants to be them even though everybody hates them. Going as far as revenge but even though Katie had hurt regina she still felt guilty and went as far as to mend that friendship even though regina is a 'mean' girl as is katie at least the two were able to come to a compromise and grow from it and even forget the crap they did to one another over some guy.

[Unlike Janice no offense but as I'm older I can't help but dislike janice and see her as a pick me quircky girl whose honestly no different than regina but is worse because she never apologised or even thought she was wrong and was never humbled like the other characters were]

Mortal Instruments

It would've been better if Clary and isabelle were a thing [no offense to mortal instrument fans] But in the books from what I remember isabelle was a bit bland the only redeeming thing about her is that simon wanted to date her and when he lost his memories isabelle became umbearably weird about it. Isabelle is bland and Clary is an idiot [and if jace and simon were a thing that would be awesome]

Overall if the two were a couple it would make sense for isabelle to take that role of protecting clary because she was raised as a mundane and Clary trying to help isabelle to make the lightwood name have respect it would ALSO be a cool story for the other to look down on them and see that history was repeating itself saying clary is JUST like valentine and isabelle was another follower and the two had to prove that its not the same as the past and that they are 'not' their families but they're own indivual person.

But I only say this because the incest plot was garbage and the whole.

"Jace Feachild, our mom had a BOX of all your things and mourned you!" She said this to Jace. Then when she found out they WEREN'T siblings went to freakin Sebastion and was like.

"JACE our MOM had a bOx oF aLl YoUr tHiNgs and mOurnED yUU!"

She is so goddamn stupid it hurts.

The craft.

Sarah and Nancy they're relationship is NOT that different from Mean girls regina and katie altho both are similiar to a narcasistic relationship of love bombing one moment then wanting to destroy your life the next. The craft is a darker version of mean girls on taking it too far but the whole "We can only have unproblematic queer rep where its not a bad relationship because it fetishises queer bleh-" Its bullshit, why is it that heteros can do whatever and its just a story a romance, a warning a psa to look out for. But in lgbt it has to be on 'brand/child friendly/ unproblematic.' Thers sin city, watchmen jessica jones and netflix YOU but god forbid we have a dark horror romance with queer characters its homo/trans/any/phobic.

Bend it like beckham.

It just...would've been SUCH a good freakin movie if they made it gay. Like I get it y'know but why do they make hetero relationships so goddamn bland I'd rather they didn't have any relationship/romance at all if they cant even make it interesting or even want me to imagine something else even better like pairing these two together. The takes on prejudice, sexism, sterotypes that if girls like football they're 'dykes'

Barbie movies: NAME ANY BARBIE MOVIE.

But what comes to my mind is Princess and the puaper or Barbie and the diamond castle. Just blond barbie with brunette barbie. They even bring in twins or other love interests that just are there [which is refreshing when other movies the girlfriends/love interests are just a prop and are about as interesting as an outdated typewriter.] But overall the relationship the two have when in pauper both have a connection and the other one is trying to pretend to be the other even though she could've walked away and the diamon castle they're both roomates. And And Babie and fairytopia- I swear this is THE lesbian movie, the blue fiary, the evil green one and even the blue mermaid like I can't and the fact that this bitch gets 'RAINBOW' wings in the third movie is just bonkers its so gay I feel like I'm being insulted its like these movies are MOCKING me. I'm in a desert parched, no water and they just TEASE a droplet of water and I get slapped in the face with that fucking HETERO shit. I don't care that its for kids if the mermaid can whine that her darling mermaid prince is someone she loves why can't she like ladypuff?????

Stick it.

The potential enemies to loves of johanne and Haley. And haley is such big LESBIAN energy. I was obsessed with this movie as a kid and teen and now as an adult kinda think. Holy shit that makes so much sense I am so dumb ^^; the growth these two have where Johanne changes sides and starts to understand and even get along with haley and how haley even approaches Johanne of her overbearing movie and they way they just banter and snap of each other is amazing [but overall johanne or joanne however you spell it having a simp of a boyfriend is what she deserves at least her hetero relationship doesnt make me want to gag and cry that it could've been better]

Van hellsing.

Just these two, the vampire hunter and the vampire its simply meant to be but ginger snaps here is so heckin annoying [the first bride who died I had a huge crush on now that I realise] the fact they know each others names, how they speak to one another how they fight and that hevera? I think her name is ALWAYS teases and plays with anna. I just so much sexual tension between the two and ugh I just wanted bride Anna I even think avara hevera w/e her name is probably wanted it too XD

Pitch Perfect.

Both rebecca and Ginger snaps [I am so sorry] Are obs a couple, the way ginger was obsessed the naked Shower scene and said I'm confident and then the fact that they become ROOMATES and the boyfriend from the first/secondish movie just disapears and we never noticed because w/e movie buff he was obs dating benny so its fine. Movie guy made a disapearing act with his magician friends thats cool. The fact that the two are still together and performing and singing even years later one wants to make music while the other is a singer I don't get why becca couldn't just work with her group and make her own songs and original stuff she was able to make music for celebs but I guess comedy movies go in a downward spiral where funny haha jokes have more priority than plot.

Once upon a time.

Having Emma and regina a couple just makes sense, Emma became a VILLAIN so regina could have a happy ending. The way they both bounce off each other and even stay consistent even though their partners keep changing. Both are moms to their son henry so co-parenting right there! The fact that Emma is a savior BUT is also a character in a fairy tale story having both fight for their happily ever afters but also their fairy tales of having a queen and princess get together has NEVER been done. its always prince charming or defeat the evil villain so fighting for their ending is also fighting against fate to change the 'rules' of what a happily ever after really is.

Bit of a weird one but if you played the game of Tomb Raider legend I absouletely LOVED the concept of goth punk angry girlfriend and Lara being a thing. its like a dark twist of lovers to Enemies, completely toxic and betrayel, of two people who are archeologists and brilliant women who are trying to hunt for the sword of excalibur. Amanda was betrayed by Lara who didn't go back down to save her, and was truly bitter over her feelings then being enraged at Amanda for killing her movie in the past wish the sequel to this game wasn't on xbox or the freakin wii then realised the story went too dark and garbage like a terrible dc batman movie but alas I love the concept of these two...

She's the man.

No matter how you slice it this film is GAY [Yes I am aware that most queer people do not want this film to be rep it feels problematic I get that but I choose to think positively]

The fact that the main girl feels like a trans character or if not has a more better relationship with olivia and it comes across as queer, her infatuation with talyor but presenting as a man comes across as gay. Either way- she could be seen as a butch lesbian or a transman and it would've been a good movie to explore those themes but nope back to heteronormaty I guess but overall with these lists I don't want a reboot of these movies and MAKE them gay I want shows like it that is a similair story line but is gay.

The truth is movies can come out and be original but still have elements of nostalgia or 'reboot' energy. Like ready player one feels like a back to the future vibe, how Free guy is just lego movie and Red notice is a mixture of indiana jones or other national treasure movies.

What I love about this list is that even tho some have similaraties all of these people/couples are so unique and different but when I see shows that ARE lesbian/queer I can't help but feel a bit...meh about them. It feels like a hetero couple that isn't written well and they barely have personality at all or sometimes one girl is a complete bitch while the other is a 'sterotype' to what a lesbian is. Sure people outside the internet do have mannerisms that can call into the catergory of an 'archetype' but its worse when a movie comes out and it feels more like cringe propoganda I want to turn my brain off and think man this is gay and I love it.

Not wanting to turn the movie off or walk away in embarresment that when anyone online does queer stories/analysis etc they just hit it spot on.

Loki being nonbinary? That feels right. Velma being Bisexual? Also feels right. Gaston and Laufee being gay? Thats just facts.

But when Media does it it's like they veer of and just miss the mark like the have the spirit but it just doesn't feel queer. Watching old movies from the 90's to 2000's just had GOOD queer subtext and felt more relatable and better written than...whatever the heck we have now. I just miss classic rom coms about a story like, 13 going on 30, rent, ps I love you, think like a man act like a women. Just a normal story with narratives that go in a weird direction or even a movie with MULTIPLE couples to have a contrast on how different people have different relationships. Either way I know youtubers/tik tokers do queer stories WAY better than any proper media service so at least I know I'm getting rep somewhere.

#queer #Queer stories #queer movies #movies #that #should #be #gay #gay movies #lesbian #lesbian movies #Movies that are better if they were gay #movies that SHOULD be gay #LGBTQ+#Trans #Transwomen #These couples can be even changed to trans if a movie based on that concept was made

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Am I having a genre crisis or is it burnout? Yeah, two posts and I’m already feeling bad. Well. Go ahead. Also fucking ovulation.

Will you let me skip back in time? I promise I will come back, but now I need to write exactly this, I don’t know why.

I had just turned 13, was baptized and became a full member of the Baptist Church. I made my best friend there. How awesome she is. Can't convey it to you. On the one hand, she seemed like such a bitch to me, but at the same time super kind. But at some point I wanted her to be happy so much that I wrote to her anonymously. Then a site was popular where you could anonymously ask questions, and I started flirting with her under a man’s name. Let's say my name was Steve back then (of course not that, but still). I had a prototype of a guy with whom I was thinking of setting her up, he was a childhood friend of my older brother. Oh yes, my friend is 3 years older than me, so he was perfect for her age. It all started with one question and developed into the fact that she already wanted to communicate on social networks and not anonymously. And I decided to create a page on a social network. Name: Steven, but I didn’t put up a photo then, if I’m not mistaken, and started communicating with her, from a fake. I liked getting to know her, but I didn't like lying. At some point I went into a wild frenzy. By the way, I almost immediately told her that Stephen and I had known each other almost since birth. So we talked for a month... two months... And I really got sick, I had a sore throat and a constant fever, my mother tried to treat me with something, but it couldn’t be cured, every day I could open my mouth less and less, but I did not leave church service and with a temperature of 38-39 I went almost every day and worked at the mixing console to conduct all the events. Then my relatives (on my mother’s side) decided to treat me with wine therapy. This is when you take the wine that my grandfather makes and gargle with it - it didn’t help. They forced me to do the same thing with cola - it didn’t help. Later I started gargling with hydrogen peroxide, it was painful, but I was taught that if it hurts, then it’s good - the germs are killed. In the end, because of her, I stopped feeling the taste of food and went to the emergency room. There the doctor told me that I needed to do an autopsy, but I only knew post-mortem autopsies and fell into hysterics. They reassured me that pus had accumulated in my throat and they would open it. So I was admitted to the hospital. This was not the first time. By that time, I was already a regular client of the hospital. Every six months for 2-3 months I lay there due to strange fainting spells. But we're talking about something else. I was lonely and wrote to a friend on behalf of Stephen, encouraging her to visit me. She couldn’t, although she studied 10 minutes from the hospital and sent her classmate to me. Maria. She seemed like a deity to me. I don’t know how to describe my emotions, but... After her first visit, I felt that this was my person and that I wanted her to be in my life. We met her on the stairs in the hospital and talked there for probably 2 hours. She brought me food from McDonald's, the taste of which I could not taste, but at the same time it seemed to me that I somehow began to feel life differently when I communicated with her. After 3 hours of her visit, a nurse found us and said that it was time for us to leave before we were found. Yes, it was illegal to visit for so long. Realizing this, I asked if she had anything to read, and after rummaging in her purse, she found criminal law. I was incredibly happy, even though I wasn’t interested in legal stuff. I took her out the back door and wrote to her on Stephen's behalf. Idiot. It hurt me that I couldn’t hit on her, because this doesn’t happen for a girl to be with a girl. And then I thought about one day having sex reassignment surgery so that I could approach her and it would be right. I was sad about becoming a guy, but she was worth it. In the meantime, I'm a girl, I can only correspond as Steven.

#diary #depressiv #fake person

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cosmosoracle · 10 months

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What were your thoughts about your team back when you started, and what do you think about them now that you've dealt with so much stuff together?

What will you do if Azemondius or Igris chooses to come back into the team?

Are you open and willing to have new teammates?

"We were all led to the little town of Vrath when we met, a spot so small and unknown that it wasn't even signed on a map. Despite what the others may have thought, I know I had been chosen for this mission, and I'm very sure that so were the others. To tell the truth, I was pretty intimidated by both Hoyt and Azemondeus at the beginning, but I trusted the reason why we were all sitting at that table from the first second, and that hasn't changed."

She chuckled to the memory. "If I'm correct, Azemondeus was already sitting at that table with the Man in Red, the one that gave us the quest to retrieve the ritual book of the cult, the Story of Two Brothers. Hoyt was playing dice with a mischievous and fun looking halfling with green skin, Igris went to talk to a lone giant man that sat across the tavern on his own, and Ashava... well, Sasha, as I knew her back then, was dancing with the tavern's performer in front of the kiln that gave the name to the tavern. Arshea and Desna were also sitting together, not too far from where Igris went, and Arshea was devastated with grief as usual... I understand now, the two Soulless waitresses must have had that effect on her. She very much wished for people to live their lives to the fullest, and Soulless people just don't care anymore."

"But, back to the topic. Hoyt was clearly not someone that normally worked with others, and Azemondeus was always gloomy and uninterested, with his own personal purpose in mind. Igris was also wary of them, so I couldn't but be influenced by that. We fought well together, but the team really formed when it was decided to keep the book from the Man in Red, on his protectee's suggestion."

"By the time we reached Deadbridge, we all knew each other a little better. Azemondeus opened up a little about the tragic loss of his wife in a fire due to some assassins aimed at him and about how he now works for his witch mother in exchange for the power and strength to have his revenge. Hoyt revealed that he was turned permanently into a goblin by the target of his latest assassination contract and that before completing his mission, sacred to his god Achaekek, he was investigating on the reasons why that contract existed in the first place. Igris was supposedly adventuring with me to explore the world, but he also had to spread the name of his dragon ancestor, Rathgruul, while I'm also growing stronger and looking for a way to defeat the Vitalia, the monster that is killing so many in my lake. Trust was slowly getting built, and we even had fun along the way..."

"But then Azemondeus preferred to detach to work alone, because when he asked for our complete support to kill his brother just because Rasmia said so, we tried to suggest we should look into this first. He didn't even know his brother! We weren't trying to be offensive, but he didn't take it well... When we met again weeks later at the Witches' gathering, at least, he wasn't mad at us."

"For what concerns Igris, I still don't know why he left. He disappeared all of a sudden without a word. Echo is still looking for him through his scrying spells, but I received no news about him yet, other than he's alive."

"I doubt either of them will return," she admitted with a sigh, "but if others joined us, like Zinnya did, we're not turning them down and I wouldn't but be happy about it. Besides, since they were gone, we've been suffering the most damage and both Hoyt and I risked to die, walking the River of Souls towards final judgement and almost getting face to face with Pharasma."

"Honestly, it feels like she's... not part of the grand scheme we got involved in. No gods reached out for her or informed her about what's been going on, and Ashava asked me to judge if she's worthy of their trust as well. She's with us because we were working on the undead situation between Deadbridge and Bodie's Haunt, which seem to be her sworn target, and as we found out that the necromancer in the latter city was cooperating with the Black Tears, she decided to tag along. I think this would apply to other people as well, but then who knows..."

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rideyoonmin · 1 year

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EPISODE 10:- MORE THAN A NEIGHBOUR

Y/N's POV:

"AHHHHH!!! Y/N OPEN UP THE D0OR!!" I

woke up to the sound of yelling while

banging onto my bedroom door. I rubbed

my eyes as I let out a yawn then started

speaking.

"You can come in. It's not locked" I rolled

my eyes as I sat on the bed.

Then suddenly the door opened as it went

and hit on the wall making a huge noise.

A furious looking man appeared at the

doorstep while gritting his teeth. Ahh why

this man gets angry real quick and sCares me

like this. I thought while looking at namjoon.

He made his way over to me and showed

me his phone in front of my face.

"Y/N, You gotta tell me what is this!?!"

Namjoon's voice echoed around the roc

I looked at his phone and caught my eyes

on something. It was his wallpaper of

him and yoongi sleeping together. I

burst into laughter as I almost forgot that I

changed the wallpaper of his phone.

"Ahh namjoon, look how sweet and

Supportive sister you have. I even

edited the picture for you and set it as the

wallpaper" I said as I passed a slight smirk on my face.

"Do you want me to kill you?" He growled.

"Umm. No, cause I haven't take my

breakfast yet" I said and yawned again, not

caring about anything he said.

"Oh comne on Y/N! Why did you do this? Do

you think this is fun?" Namjoon said with a

frustrated look on his face.

"Of course! I find it cute" I said in a playful

voice as I continuously blinked at him.

"I feel like to punch you in the face right

now. I don't know why, but something

about him makes me get sO mad at that

jerk" namjoon said and threw his phone on my

bed.

"You mean yoongi? But why?" My voice

turned into a worried tone.

"I just don't know. I don't like him" Namjoon

huffed.

"But I think he's a sweet guy. Just give him a

chance" I said and pat namjoon's shoulder.

"No! Don't think about him like that. And

stay away from him" namjoon said his last

words before leaving my room with his

phone.

I sat on my bed thinking why my brother

doesn't like yoongi. Yoongi was the

most precious man I ever met. But now my

brother telling me to stay away from him. I

don't know what to do.

Yoongi's POV:

5:15 pm.

I was resting on a bench near the lake. I

enjoyed the way swans swimming in the

lake so freely. I shut my eyes and leaned

my head backwards as a cold wind hit on

my face. At the same time, I felt Someone

one's hand on my shoulder. I turned back

and my heart skipped a beat after seeing

who it was.

"Y/N!"I exclaimed with happiness. She

Sweetly smiled at me brightening up my

whole mode. She quietly sat beside me on

the bench and proceeded to look at the

lake.

"What brings you here?" I broke the silence

between us.

"Nothing, I was just tired" She sighed with a

light smile.

"Why? We're you working hard on

something?" I asked. "No. I was just thinking the whole day" Y/N

replied without looking at me.

"About what?"

"About namjoon" She answered shortly.

"Oh.. Why?" I asked nervously.

"He gets angry easily. He's serious about

everything. I'm so worried about his anger

issues. I want him to look in the bright side,

which he doesn't do" Y/N looked dowm and

sighed.

"You care a lot about him.. Do you love him

that much?" I asked as I was curious about

her answer. Whatever the answer it's going

to be, I was ready to take it.

"Yes I do" She replied tearing my heart

into pieces. I just felt like I was trying to be

some kind of a barrier between their lovely

relationship. But also at the same time,

jealousy grew inside of me.

"He's lucky to have you then" I said pulling

out a fake smile on my face as I tried to

hide my sadness. She smiled and looked

away. At the same time, my eyes caught on

an empty boat that was near the lakeside.

"Hey look! A boat!" I said as I pointed at it. "Ooh wow.. Let's go on a boat ride! Shall

we?" Y/N asked giving me a cute smile.

"Sure" I giggled at her cuteness.

Soon, both of us got onto the boat and sat

down facing each other. Y/N's face was

filled with excitement as I paddled the boat

to the middle of the river. A bevy of swans

swam past our boat making Y/N shout in

excitement.

"Yoongi look! Swans! Ooh, they are so

beautiful" She said while resting her face

on both of her hands.

"Indeed, but not more than you" I said in

my casual deep voice which made her

blush and look away at the same time.

Her face was all red as she couldn't stop

blushing. Each time she's being adorable

around me, I always wanted to make her

mine.

"Y/N, I wanna ask you something" I said as I

gathered all of my courage up.

"Yes, ask" She looked directly at me with

her glamorous eyes which made me stop

paddling and gulp down. Then I started

speaking.

"Who am I to you?" I stayed quiet after

asking it. I looked at her with my eyes flled with hope that she would give me an

answer which could make me feel good.

She looked down as she bit onto her bottom

lip and started speaking.

"You are my. Friend. Also my neighbour"

She said. My hopes collapsed down once

more.

It was not the answer I excepted. I was

right. I am not someone special to her.. And

maybe never will be. Cause she already has

Namjoon with her. Their feelings for each other

were stronger than I thought.

"So am i nothing else to you more than just

a neighbour or a friend?" I lowered my

voice and asked with a slight smile.

"No, you are something more than that"

She suddenly said making another little

hope in my heart.

"Really? Then what is it?" I asked.

"You are... A good best friend who is

SO precious and truthful. Also you are

adorable" Y/N said and scrunched her nose

at me cutely.

Still, it was not the answer I wanted.

Those words hurt more than anything.

I couldn't take it anymore how Y/N kept

friend-zoning me. I didn't want to be just a friend to her. Because I truly loved her. But

I was kinda satisfied that she at least called

me precious and adorable.

I looked at her and my eyes caught on her

pink glossy lips. Her eyes flickering with

excitement and her flawless skin made me

want her so bad. All I could concentrate on

was her beauty. I wanted to feel her soft

lips on mine and hold her tight onto me.

I waited no more. I decided to make my

move. I moved forward as I got closer to Y/N who was still looking at the swans. She

turned her head at me as she noticed I was

so close to her. She looked directly at my

eyes and our faces were only inches apart.

I gulped as I hesitated a litle. But then, I

reached my hand and cupped her jawline.

Y/N kept looking at me not knowing what

to do as she was confused. I came even

closer to her lips closing my eyes and I

could almost feel her warm breaths on my

skin. I was gripping onto the boat with one

of my hands as I maintained my balanced.

Y/N slowly closed her eyes as she gave me

permission to kiss her.

Our lips almost touched each other when

I suddenly lost my grip on the boat. Y/N

flinched at the feeling of the boat falling

onto the lake as both of us lost our balance

on the boat. In the next second, the boat

rolled making both of us fall into the lake.What an awkward situation!?

I panicked thinking Y/N couldn't swim but

she swam up and proceeded to look for me.

I swam up to Y/N from behind her and held

her hand. Then, both of us swam towards

the lakeside and got onto the shore as we

walked towards the land. Bot of our clothes

and hair were wet and Y/N began to rub

the sides of her arms as she felt cold.

"Let's get you home" I said looking up at

her. She nodded and looked away shyly.

Our houses were located nearby the lake so

we didn't get that much time to head home.

#bts yoongi #bts namjoon #fanfiction #bts fic #bangtan #bts ffs #suga

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Drusilla’s Soul- Ch. 25

Kari was riding Nefertimon on her back, flying through the air as they ran through a clearing sky. Kari was anxious when she received a text from TK, saying Angelus wanted to meet him and his brother alone. So why did they have to do this alone? They didn't stand a chance against him. He could probably destroy them in minutes.

When they made it to the other side of the clearing, Nefertimon landed gracefully while Kari took off at full speed, trying to catch up to Matt and TK. When they reached an airport dock, they saw ambulances and police cars, setting up the crime scene tape. Kari tried to get close enough to see what was going on, but they were already surrounded by police, making it difficult for her to hear anything. She had to be patient and let the police handle things on their own.

"Kari!" Tai shouted from distance, running towards her. "Kari! There you are!" She turned, walking towards him, and while Nefertimon reverted back to Gatomon, away from the crime scene.

"What happened?" Sora asked quietly.

"I don't know, I haven't gotten the chance to talk to anyone yet," said Kari. Tai frowned; he was used to being the one asking questions.

Sora nodded, frowning, but said nothing. The detective approached them with a stern look on his face, looking at each of them individually. "Excuse me, are you friends of Matt and TK?" he asked. He looked about his late 40s. He had a brown trenchcoat, grey pants, black shoes, and white shirt with black tie. He had black hair, brown eyes, and his face was shaven clean.

"Yes, that's right," said Tai.

"And where are your parents?" he asked.

"They're busy at work," said Kari, "so we volunteered to look after our friends." It was true enough, though she wasn't sure if they would be able to keep up the lie much longer. The detective looked at them skeptically, then sighed. He showed them a badge.

"Well, I'm Detective Tsukino Yu, and I'll ask you guys questions here," he said, taking a note out of his trenchcoat pocket.

"Okay," said Tai, nodding his head.

"You're all friends with Matt, correct?" the detective asked again.

"That's right, and we're also friends with Matt's brother,TK," confirmed Sora.

The detective raised a hand to his chin and nodded thoughtfully. "Are you guys in school together?" he finally asked.

"Yeah, we've known each other since elementary school," Sora answered.

"Did something happen? Please tell me Matt and TK are okay," begged Kari.

Detective Tsukino sighed before speaking, "Well, I'm afraid they didn't make it," he replied gravely. "Their bodies were found that night by a group of people. They had puncture wounds on their necks, draining blood."

"Oh, my God," whispered Kari, putting a hand to her mouth. She could barely believe her ears. How could something so horrible happen just like that? Matt and TK couldn't be dead!

"That can't be true! We have those text messages from them earlier today!" protested Tai, eyes widening with anger. "They said they met Angelus at the dock, and that's where they went when they got into trouble," said Taichi, shaking his head. He hated how things like this always happened to his best friends. If only he could stop Angelus from killing them…

Detective Tsukino sighed heavily and shook his head. "I'm sorry, but your friends’ deaths are still fresh," he said. "We're doing everything possible to locate their bodies. I'll let their parents know so they can notify yours. Is there anyone else who can corroborate what you say?"

"What about that old man Whistler? Is he dead?" asked Sora.

"No, he's barely alive. He was pretty beaten up, lying down unconscious when we arrived. They managed to put him in a stretcher before carrying him away," said Tsukino.

"Oh, no," breathed Sora. That was the last person to be seen with Matt and TK. Kari wondered what was happening now.

Kari saw the body bags approaching, and her heart sank even further. They were definitely going to take the body bags inside. This was not fair. Matt and TK weren't supposed to die. Not after everything they had gone through to achieve their goals. Kari watched as the men removed the bags from their bodies, placing them aside as they moved away.

Her eyes swelled in tears, which she stubbornly refused to let fall. She needed to stay strong for Matt and TK's sake. She'd promised to protect them, and she couldn't break that promise! The next thing she knew, Sora was pulling her in a tight hug.

"Shh, it's going to be okay…" said Sora, quietly.

"It's not fair…" muttered Kari.

"I know...but you need to stay strong," said Sora. "Remember what Matt told us?"

"…' Don't let yourself grieve'…" mumbled Kari, sniffling as she pulled away from Sora.

Sora smiled softly. "He's right. You two will get through this because Matt and TK love you too much to die, I'm sure of it."

"Thanks, Sora," said Kari. She wiped her nose with her sleeve and gave Sora one final squeeze before returning her attention to the crime scene.

The investigators cleared up the crime scene, then the ambulance took away the body-bagged corpses to where the police could identify them. Once the area was clear, Kari started crying openly as she watched the police cart the bodies away in the ambulance. She buried her face in Tai's jacket, holding onto him tightly. The others joined in on the silent weeping, not wanting to disturb Kari.

Tokyo Wangan Police Station- 1:34 AM

In another building in Tokyo, Tsukino Yu sat at his desk, reading over reports that had been sent to his office from different officers on various investigations across Japan and around the world. His fingers flew over the keys of his keyboard as he scrolled through his screen for more information from any sources he could find.

Tsukino heard knocking on the door to his office. "Come in," he called.

"Detective, we have visitors to come to your office," said his secretary.

"Alright. Send them in," said Tsukino, turning his chair to face his office door.

The parent of Matt and TK walked into his office, they took their seats in front of the detective's desk. Tsukino looked up curiously at them, noting their troubled expressions.

"Mr. and Mrs. Ishida?" he asked, getting their attention once again.

"Actually, my last name is Takaishi. We're divorced," said Nancy.

Tsukino nodded in understanding. "Okay. Well, let's begin with your sons' case," he said.

Nancy inhaled deeply, closing her eyes. Her sons had died, and it was her fault. If only she had never married Malcolm, she could have prevented this from happening. But then she realized how foolish that was; Malcolm would've been the death of her eventually anyway.

"Your sons were involved in a gang war between multiple gangs. One group was led by a leader named Angelus, and the other by a young woman named Darla," explained Tsukino.

Nancy closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down. She needed to think rationally about this. Her sons' deaths wouldn't bring them back.

"Angelus targeted the brothers due to their influence in a lot of illegal activities and businesses that involve human trafficking, drug dealing, prostitution, gambling, child prostitution, and other forms of abuse and cruelty. Unfortunately, both Matt and TK were murdered by this man Angelus, and their bodies were found lying down on the docks," Tsukino continued.

Nancy opened her eyes and stared straight ahead at Tsukino, shocked. "How did Angelus kill them?" she asked.

"According to witnesses, Angelus and Darla killed them, leaving punctures on their necks and a message to their friends saying they were going to meet Angelus at the docks at 10:00 PM the previous night with the intention of making sure everyone was ready to witness what they were planning," said Tsukino.

"Why did they meet this guy? Who the hell is Angelus?" asked Malcolm, angrily. He knew very well what kind of man Angelus could be, and that his sons' deaths would hurt the family. It felt like the universe wanted to punish them.

"Unfortunately, we don't know why they met or planned to murder someone, but we do know that Darla and Angelus used Matt and TK to join their cult, but both Matt and TK refused to join, and both were attacked by a gang shortly afterward," said Tsukino.

"What kind of cult?" asked Malcolm, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

"A Satanic cult, apparently, it's Order of Aurelius," said Tsukino.

"Order of Aurelius? What the hell does that mean?" grumbled Malcolm.

"According to one of our informants, it basically means Devil's Cult. Apparently, Angelus and Darla have been preaching that it is their duty to destroy mankind by murdering people from all walks of life," answered Tsukino.

Malcolm growled impatiently under his breath, clenching his fists in his lap. He knew those damn idiots weren't going anywhere if it wasn't for them, that was for damn certain. And it was all their fault for not accepting his offer to become Apostles!

"So, you're telling me that these bastards killed our sons so they could force them to join their cult?" asked Malcolm angrily, glaring at Tsukino.

Tsukino sighed. "Yes, Mr. Ishida," he admitted. "But they won't succeed. As soon as the police catch them, they'll have nowhere to hide," he reassured his client, hoping that the detectives caught them quickly.

"Then what do we do?!" snapped Malcolm, standing up a bit from his seat.

"You're going to leave town until they have been caught," informed Tsukino. "Do not worry, I promise that we'll find the men responsible for your sons' deaths," he added reassuringly.

Malcolm shook his head furiously. "I'm not going anywhere!" he yelled. "I'm going to find that bastard Angelus who murdered our boys!"

"Sir, please calm down," begged Tsukino.

"How can I be calm, Detective?! My sons are dead, and nothing is going to change that! The only thing we can do is focus on finding out who's behind the attack on my children! I want justice!" shouted Malcolm.

Nancy placed her hand on his shoulder, calming him down before he got himself worked up.

"Malcolm, please. You need to remain composed to give the police time to find out who has done this to our children. There are many ways for people to get information about people like Angelus. The police may discover the identity of the person responsible sooner than later," pleaded Nancy.

Malcolm clenched his fist in annoyance, but he sighed in defeat. He couldn't argue against his ex-wife. He knew she was right, but it didn't make him happy either.

"Fine," he stated. He gazed at Detective Tsukino with narrowed eyes. "But I want to know what you're doing, Detective. I want to know who's behind this. And make no mistake, when I get my hands on whoever did this, there will be hell to pay," he vowed darkly.

"Very well. So your occupation is news reporter, correct?" asked Tsukino.

"Yes, I worked for Sakara TV Network for 12 years," he answered.

"I see. We'll do our best to find those monsters, Mr. Ishida," said Tsukino. "If anything catches up, just call me immediately."

"Thank you, Detective," he bowed respectfully. "We appreciate it."

THE NEXT MORNING IN MOTOMIYA RESIDENCE 6:30 AM

This Saturday morning, Davis could hardly sleep last night because Matt and TK were dead. He couldn’t believe it had happened so suddenly, but apparently, there was nothing else to do but get up early and prepare for their cremation. He got out of bed and walked into his sister's room to check on her, seeing that she could barely sleep at night because of her crush's death, Matt. Jun had been crying all night, her eyes were covered in tear stains on her nose bridge.

Davis sat next to her and gently held the back of her neck. "Hey, how're you doing?" he whispered softly. She looked at him through a puffy red, red face and sniffled, rubbing her nose.

"Tired," said Jun, softly.

He nodded with a sad smile. "It must be so hard for you to cope with everything today. I know this is hard for both of us. You can go back to sleep if you want," said Davis, rubbing Jun's back as she shook her head vigorously and wiped her tears from her cheeks with her fists.

"No, I won't. If I sleep, I'll never wake up, and then I'll have another nightmare, and I don't want to dream about Matt's death," answered Jun sadly, wiping her eyes with the hem of her shirt sleeve. She sniffled again, taking a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Davis, what am I saying? It's not like we've ever talked about anything like that," She laughed sarcastically and looked away. "We should probably start getting ready now, though."

Davis didn't say anything; he knew that Jun was right. They'd already wasted enough time by just standing around in bed, crying and talking. soon.

Jun stood up and went over to her closet where she began to pick out clothes for herself to wear. As they finished freshening up, they walked to the kitchen where their mother made bacon & egg. They ate their breakfast quietly, avoiding talking. After breakfast, Davis drove them to the cemetery, trying to keep Jun's mind off her worries by keeping her occupied with small talk. They arrived at the graveyard and walked together to the grave of their best friends.

When they reached the gravestone, Davis parked his car in front and turned off the engine. Jun opened her door and stepped out, walking towards the church while he followed his sister. They entered the church and there were people in there already, lining the aisle. Some people wore black clothes with tuxes or suits while others wore dresses or skirts. There were also a lot of flowers surrounding the gravesite, including white carnations, lilies, daisies, and other kinds.

When Kari saw Jun and Davis appear in the church, she came to hug Davis tightly. He hugged her back before pulling away slightly, giving Jun a soft squeeze on the shoulder. They started looking through the crowd until they found TK and Matt's coffins. Both coffins were on display in front of each other. The funeral director explained that there will be a service at 9:00 AM.

Tai walked to them, wearing a black suit without a headband. He was glad they arrived in time.

"Hey, man. Glad you're here," said Tai, patting Davis' back. "Is she okay? Your sister looks terrible."

"Yeah, she could hardly sleep because of Matt's death. She had been crying for hours," said Davis.

"Oh. Let's find an empty bench so we can sit down. This place is packed," Tai gave Daivs a sympathetic look before walking away to sit down. There were Izzy, Cody, Yolei, Ken, Mimi, Sora, and Joe seated on the bench.

"So, how are you feeling, Davis?" asked Cody as Davis plopped himself on the bench across from them.

"I'm okay, I guess. Where's Blade?" he asked.

"He's at the hospital with Whistler. He said he had to stay with him for a while, and he never leaves his side," explained Tai.

"Oh, I see." Daivs looked down at his hands, fiddling with his thumbs. "So, how are Mr. Ishida and Ms. Takaishi doing?" he asked.

"Well... they were devastated when Matt and TK died. But they haven't said much about it except that they miss them," said Ken.

Davis nodded in understanding. They all sat silently for a few more minutes, listening to the choir practice behind the church. Then suddenly, everyone jumped when the choir director called everyone to line up in the center of the church for mass. Davis, Tai, Izzy, Yolei, Ken, Joe, Cody, Mimi, Sora, Jun, and Kari went inside. On cue, the choir director began singing. Everyone sang along. When the song ended, the choir director thanked everyone and asked them to go to their assigned seats. The priest stood up on his podium and gave a eulogy.

"Thank you for all coming here today. We are gathered here today to mourn our loss of these wonderful young men, who we all admire and respect very much. These boys were brothers who loved each other very much. We would give almost everything in exchange to save them from the cruel world. Today, we remember those precious memories with love and hope to always share them with each other. So I would like you all to pray with me," he gestured to the congregation, "and join our hands for prayer for their souls." Everyone bowed their heads and clapped their hands together in prayer.

"Dear Lord, thank You for blessing these two boys with life, and may we continue to share them with the rest of the world. May God keep us safe as He does them, Amen." The group all rose and joined hands. When everyone was back in their original seats, the choir director continued to speak.

"Before I start, I would like to invite someone to come and say some words," The choir director paused briefly to let his guest stand in front of the congregation.

Mr. Ishida walked up to the podium, he shook his hand. He scanned the audience before speaking. "Good morning. I'm Malcolm Ishida, and I'm the father of Matt and TK. Um, I would like to say something in memory of them. In honor of these two great men, our sons. They were such brilliant children, strong-willed fighters, good students, loving parents, and loyal friends. I wish that I could be there with them, to see how they grew. To watch them grow. To watch them become successful people. That I might be able to be proud of them as well," Malcolm bit his lip, looking down. Nancy wiped her tears with a handkerchief as he continued his speech.

"My boys, they were so special to me. Their laughter filled my house, their smiles brought joy to my day, and their hugs helped me sleep every night. I love them dearly, so please remember them with kindness and respect. Thank you, and God bless everybody!" Malcolm took his seat and put the microphone away as everyone applauded.

And the priest took the microphone and said, "Thank you, Mr. Ishida. Now would anyone like to have a eulogy speech?"

Davis raised his hand.

"Alright, come on up," said the priest.

Davis approached the podium after the last person, the organist, left.

"Um, hi guys. My name's Davis Motomiya. I'm a friend of Matt and TK. And yeah, they were really awesome kids, too. I'm happy that all of you are here. Well... let's just get one thing straight..."

Davis cleared his throat as his voice cracked, "Matt is still with us, even if we cannot see him, we have his love. And he is watching over us. He knows we are doing our very best to take care of our families and to help take care of ourselves. But that doesn't mean that his absence won't feel like a huge weight pressing on my shoulders, knowing he is gone forever. And it will never get easier no matter how many years pass, I promise you. Thank you. For your prayers. And for your strength during these sad times."

Davis put the microphone down, got up, and headed back to his chair while Tai patted his shoulder sympathetically. Next, Tai stood up and walked to the podium, clearing his throat.

"Um, hi. I'm Tai Kamiya, and I'm also a friend of Matt and TK. When we were at the summer camp as kids, Matt was a loner. He didn't seem interested in making friends and playing with other kids, which caused a lot of strife between the both of us. And we fought each other sometimes but in the end, we did make peace by forgiving each other's mistakes. And that's when our friendship changed into something much different than what it was before. We became close friends, we shared secrets, and we talked about a lot of important stuff. Sometimes you don't think you need friends, but once you do, that's when you know you've lost your right to live without them. Because Matt taught me that you can't survive alone, and he told me that if you have to be alone and feel scared to survive, then at least you have someone to hold onto. Even though he was the best friend I ever had, I'll treasure the friendship we had all the same. I learned a lot from him." Tai smiled sadly, looking down, before putting a smile on his face again.

"Thank you, Matt, for everything," Tai took his seat. Everyone clapped and the music started again. They remained quiet, not daring to sing.

And last Kari went to the podium and gave a eulogy speech.

"Hi, I'm Kari Kamiya, and I'm a friend of Matt and TK," she said softly. She swallowed hard; it felt like there was this giant knot in her throat, which made it hard to breathe. "It took me a while, TK and I met each other in our childhood, when we were eight. TK was sweet, friendly, smart, kind, brave, and selfless. He was a hero, a defender, a protector, and a fighter. He knew that the world was cruel, that people would always betray and kill you. He wanted to change the world. And, through hard work and determination, he did. His dream came true. Now, thanks to his dedication and drive, a great world exists. A new world with peace, freedom, justice, prosperity, and hope," she paused to wipe tears from her eyes. "TK would want us to live our lives, to follow our dreams, and make our own way in the world. He would want us to be happy. And I know that he would be so proud of us. Thank you, Matt, for teaching me that. Thank you, TK, for being my friend. Thank you, everyone, for being here today. I love you all." she finished.

Everyone clapped as Kari walked back to her bench, Sora and Tai comforted Kari by patting her back and rubbing her arm. She sat next to Davis and hugged him tightly, burying her face in his shoulder. The congregation broke into applause.

"I thank you for the wonderful speech. Matt and TK were indeed amazing, but now, they can rest in peace," said the priest, giving his eulogy for Matt and TK. The music continued as everyone left their seats and headed out towards the church.

The gravediggers grabbed two caskets from the wagon and carried them to the grave site. They started digging with spades and shovels and began filling the grave with dirt, rocks, and sand until they reached the bottom. The two holes were deep enough for them to lay Matt and TK's bodies in. They lowered the caskets gently to the ground and covered them with dirt and soil. Two tombstones engraved their names and date of birth and death. The priest began preaching.

"May these two young men rest in peace in the arms of Jesus. May we honor their memory with a funeral that will never be forgotten. We will not only remember the love and sacrifice they showed for this country, but we will show their legacy so that they will be remembered as symbols of justice for others. As a courageous warrior and son of faith, who sacrificed his life to save thousands from despair. Let us remember those that fell in battle. Our heroes shall be honored forever. And we are reminded of the sacrifices that Jesus made in His name. Amen." his speech and the congregation responded with an amen. Some people held up flowers and said a few words of remembrance as well. After a few moments, they left the graveyard and headed home.

ST. LUKE INTERNATIONAL HOSPITAL 2:00 PM

Whistler stirred awake slowly, blearily looking up at the light streaming in from his window. The sunlight had a tendency to blind him whenever he opened his eyes, and so it was no surprise that Whistler was groggy when he woke up. He looked around for where he was. He realized he was in the hospital bed and quickly sat up as memories of last night came rushing back to him. He remembered Darla beat him into a pulp and got knocked out cold, and the vampires held Matt and TK as hostage. He wondered what happened to them. He glanced at Blade’s sleeping form on the cot next to his, then he opened his eyes to see Whistler sitting up.

Blade looked over at him. “You’re awake. How are you feeling?”

Whistler shrugged. “This bitch beat the shit outta me, but I’m alright,” he replied as he rubbed his head and the bandage was patched on his forehead. “What about the other two? Where are Matt and TK?”

Blade shook his head slightly. “They’re dead. They killed them while you were unconscious.”

Whistler felt himself going pale. Matt and TK were dead? He wasn’t even able to kill Darla, and they killed them anyway?

“Oh, goddammit!” he plopped himself into the pillow, frustrated by what was happening.

Blade put his hand on Whistler’s shoulder. “Take it easy. You tried your best.”

Whistler sighed heavily. “I just… I can’t believe I failed,” he murmured, his voice low and hoarse.

“Don’t do that to yourself,” Blade chided, his voice soft but firm.

“We’ll find Angelus and we’ll kill him sooner or later. But right now you need to focus on recovering.”

Blade pressed the button and the door swung open again revealing a nurse who walked in.

“Good afternoon, sir,” she greeted with a small smile. “How are you feeling?”

The question caught Whistler off guard for a moment before answering, “Um, I don’t know… kinda sore… and kinda hungry.”

The nurse smiled at him

sympathetically and placed some sort of tray down beside him on the bed. It had teriyaki chicken, fruit cups, rice, miso soup, and apple juice.

“Is there anything else I can get you, sir?” she asked.

“Uhh…” Whistler paused to think, “I guess a soda would be nice.”

She gave him a sympathetic smile before turning to go. Before leaving, she said, “I’ll let the doctor know you’re awake.”

After she left, Blade leaned over the bed. “Are you really okay with eating this? We could always throw it all away.”

Whistler shook his head, his stomach growling. “No, this is fine,” he said as he picked up one of the chopsticks. He hesitated. His hands shook as he began cutting into the chicken. His mouth watered as he took a bite of the meat. It was delicious and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten. He continued eating until he was finished eating. Then he set aside the chopsticks, laid his head back against the pillow and closed his eyes.

“Ahh, I’ve never thought about how amazing chicken food tastes. It’s like heaven,” Whistler sighed happily, his eyelids fluttering closed.

A door knocked lightly against the frame and Whistler opened his eyes as the door opened wider. A dark haired man with glasses stepped inside.

“Hello, Sir,” he greeted Whistler. “I’m Dr. Higa, I’m here to check on your health. Are you doing better?”

Whistler nodded. “Yeah, my head still hurts a bit, but my stomach feels okay,” he explained. “And thank you for asking, but I don’t have any symptoms of a concussion. Do we need to talk about what happened yesterday?”

The doctor chuckled lightly. “Well, I suppose you could say that. You were attacked by a gang of vamps during a routine patrol, yes?”

“Yes, how do you know about vampires?” asked Whistler curiously.

“Drusilla was my patient, telling her traumatic experience about Angelus killed her family and made her insane before he turned her into a vampire.” said Dr. Higa.

“Wait, Drusilla? The girl with a soul?” inquired Whistler.

Dr. Higa nodded. “That's correct. She told me about everything,” he said.

“Drusilla was abducted by those vamp gangs. TK and Matt were trying to save her, but they got killed by Angelus and Darla last night.” said Whistler.

“Oh, my God,” whispered Dr. Higa. “Where is Dusilla now? Is she okay?” he asked anxiously.

“I don’t know, but she’s somewhere in Angelus’ lair. We were tracking her right now, but she disappeared without us knowing and we haven’t been able to track her since,” replied Whistler.

“Did she leave behind a note saying where she was going? Maybe a note telling us where Angelus is? If she has a cell phone number, I can call her and tell her where we are, maybe she can help us track her?” suggested Dr. Higa.

Whistler shook his head, “No, she did not mention a phone number. And we were hoping to get her back home today, but things happened pretty fast. I failed.”

“Okay, I’ll contact Detective Tsukino and ask him to find out where she may be. When we find her, I promise to help you both get justice for what happened.” said Dr. Higa firmly.

Whistler smiled. “Thank you very much. That means a lot to me.”

“You have my word,” vowed Dr. Higa. “Now, I should go get you the medicine for your pain. You take care of yourself, Sir.”

The doctors exited through the door and Whistler sighed deeply. He lay back down onto his pillows, pulling the covers up around him.

#drusilla #tktakaishi #crossover #digimonadventure02 #btvs #vampires #mattishida #buffythevampireslayer #angeltheseries #digimon adventure #fanfiction #au crossover #tk takaishi

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kakubun · 3 years

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boo boos

about: where bonten gets patched up by you.. eh except for a minoorrr error

a/n: i hate writing bonten because it's so damn cliche and "you're the only one i love" type of bs but it's addicting🔫🔫

warnings: mentions of blood and violence, chapter 189-206 spoilers‼️‼️, kissing in kakucho's part

tag tag: @rindousarus, @lucylikesbluehairedmen

(lucy idk who you like in bonten but here you go😭😭)

sanzu

obviously sanzu is the type to be careless and he sometimes would scratch his face whenever a bastard had a chance to touch him but he easily kills them off

most of the times (would say 3 times), he would be high and it's a completely wrong time for him to be sent off to a mission but he lives the risks of being high so he'll just take whatever the hell mikey gave him

it would be a lot more messier execution and blood would stick and drip down his face while rindou and ran asked him to wash off the stains of his face (no sanzu, doesn't matter if it's the results of your hardwork after pill popping and killing idc)

he eventually does clean off the grime on his face and felt a stinging sensation on his cheek, he touched up everywhere on his face and the scar was lined on the left of his cheek

he sighs with a grin and pressed the wound again and again, feeling the burn of the scar opening and closing

he hums as he slid into your private room to find anything to patch him up or maybe you.. if you could

he peeked from the door way and you were writing down.. who knows? whatever you were writing down was long forgotten when you looked up cause you felt a precense and immediately rushed to sanzu

"cmere you idiot" it's the shocking way to find out, you the partner of sanzu being the bigger person than him. the other members of bonten just watches sanzu being nagged by you like a mother a lot of times when his wild ass doesn't do things right and perhaps one of them let a snicker escape.

you grabbed onto his face gently but quickly pushing him onto a chair and he whistles like a tease to your concerned actions and you grumbled under your breath because of your wreck of a husband. you stopped going through the medkit and paused to look at him, he knows you wanted to pop a question so he tilted his head yo let him know what is it.

"um.. are you okay with hello kitty bandaids?" it was reasonable for him to laugh very loudly because you looked so nervous when you couldn't find any normal bandaids and you didn't say anything when you wiped a clean rag over him. well until he stopped laughing.

"i don't want to make you look like a fool infront of the other members, you clown"

"what are you a kid, why do you even have hello kitty bandaids in the first place hm~?" you told him with a smile threatening to grow on your lips that it was ridiculously cute that you had to buy it. don't waste your chance before it's out of stock <33

so he agrees,

one of the many things that his sweet partner can intoduce him is wearing hello kitty bandaids that fits his hair colour

he DOES NOT give two shits if any of bonten were to make fun of him, he doesn't care if he had to be called preschooler or that you were sending him to school but all that matters is to be showy with his glamarous bandaids that he had so he could remember that sweet expression on your face when he decides to wear them

it's completely okay if you called him extra because you know this man has the audacity to ask if you had hello kitty bandages if his arms bled

extra!!:

"sanzu, do you think this is a fashion show" you deadpanned at him when you see him sneaking on bandaids on his face, to what show you? because you know damn we this fool is wasting precious stuff during the time he won't need it.

he slowly starts peeling off another one when you start scolding him, giving empty threats on how you'll wrap him up in bandages to bury him later and the time you turn around again is where he quickly pushed the sticky bandaid on you.

"there, we're matching!" he points at the mirror or better he shifts you towards the mirror by grabbing your waist and loosely hugging it when you look at the glass when both you and sanzu had the cute bandaid on both your noses.

perhaps you shouldn't rub your temples and stress about this a lot because your husband will not take this seriously.

mikey

this was a boss we're talking about so mikey had to intervine because this smart group of asses are actually breaking into bonten's bank, carefully taken care by the haitani brothers

the boss got held at gun point before the last few seconds of his breath to get him to spill but mikey got impatient and accidently killed him too soon

mikey gripped the gun in frustration that his fingers could form a bruise with how hard he's holding it, an unfortunate turn of events had happened when the windows in all the rooms got smashed in by the other members of the sleaze he killed and managed to land a kick on his head

sanzu dealt with the problem quickly, blocking mikey from the enemies slinging the katana he had lazily on his side with a crazed glint in his eyes threatening the other members from getting way too close

the kick was unnessarily strong for no reason that mikey wobbled to his knees to the sheer impact the feet of the slain man (sanzu specially killed) could effect him so much

kakucho swiftly lead mikey out of the room whilst shooting down any person running in

mikey settled in your shared bedroom as he informed sanzu and kakucho to put him in the room whenever anything serious occured because he atleast wanted to see his beloved when he wakes up

the soft plush pilliows greeted his head as his half unconscious form laid on the bed before his eyes gave up and met darkness (like his impulses‼️‼️)

the taps of a wet cloth made him jolt out of his slumber and you panicked, telling him it's just you and you were just taking care of him while he's asleep. his head hurted when he shifted to look at you and you gently told him to rest when he feels bandages wrapped around his head.

he sensed your worry when your lips trembled on the face of his skin when you pecked kisses all over him and he couldn't help pulling you over into a hug which you squeled when you stumbled out of your chair.

"sleep with me love" he kissed you back on all the places you touched him with your lips to calm down the hurting beats of your heart when you see him writhing from the danger he put himself in, you held his face which he tiredly nodded to your thoughts which were all concerned for him.

you're worried if the head injury's bad, nah don't he shakes his head if you ever think that, he just needs to bask in the comfort of his love.

hours passed as mikey fell asleep in your arms, relaxed by your side when he wakes up but eventually he had to talk to the other bonten members for them to fill him in on any news

he reluctantly gets up because he wanted to still admire your sleeping face, the serene peace you were in as your chest slowly bumps on his arm when you breathe in and out when he shifts away made him feel bad but he had no choice

this was sonething he worried about and he didn't want to happen but he felt your fingertips on his back when you reached for him to stay

"mm.. mikey, your face.."

he touches his face feeling baindaids on it and he got on his knees to stare at your lips and to hear what you wanted to say

"um.. we ran out of actual bandaids from the last time you got hurt but i found my rabbit bandaids but i don't know if you want to go out to the others like.."

you stopped rambling when he puts his head down to laugh quietly to how worried you got, he shushed you to not get so concerned and he looks in the mirror to see the bandaids plastered on his cheek. he waved at you before going and shut the door noiselessly.

there's no need to be scared of his public image or whatever, mikey nonchalantly wore it around the members, he didn't mind if they let out an amused sound of them when the feared leader of bonten walks around with cute rabbits plastered on his face.

even he couldn't keep a grin from slipping out.

kakucho

they had divisions and they were given to kakucho and sanzu, mikey's trusted men

they supervised their own divisions and trained them with the basics they need to know in bonten, also giving the excuse to watch out for any spies or 'traitors'

with that the two had the time of their lives.. minus kakucho, sanzu was going crazy on his men and if you glanced quickly, you wouldn't notice how hard sanzu was on his men

there were times that sanzu might've just played all of them and kick their teeth out instead of doing warmups with them but kakucho's a lot more responsible while sanzu was respected in fear, everyone respected kakucho because of his strength and level headed behaviour

the division each took turn with kakucho, sparring with one another eventhough it might've taken a whole day because he wanted to see how capable they are without dreading that their lives would be in danger if he took his eyes off one of his men

let's just say some of them were really aggresive

while kakucho would applaud them for this to be absolute beasts in beating the hell of out of him in the session, he still tasted spite from getting pushed back and forth but he kept cool and thought this as a process for his patience

by the end of the day, everything's dismissed and sanzu would look at him with a toothy smirk because of how much damage he endured

sanzu calls kakucho reckless as he spits at him to clamp his mouth shut before a gun goes in it as bruises and scratches were on his face, the same with sanzu who liked the pain and took a while to patch up

kakucho looks in the mirror to see how bad it is and to how bad he flinched, he gets twitchy

he thought of you, he didn't want to hurt your feelings and see you glare at him in sadness on how rough things were at the headquarters when he trained so he tried his best to get rid off any visible marks on his face

it was time for him to go back so he bowed to mikey, a sign for him to leave and trudged home to see you again

it was at dead of night, clock nearing 1am when he greets the safe home an "i'm home" and he hears the television on, he slowly walks into the living room and placed a hand on the couch to pull himself to it to see you wrapped up like a burrito and snoring a little.

he smiled to himself, his lover leaving the movie they loved playing and accidently falling asleep which made him frown a bit when he realizes that you were probably waiting for him to reach.

he patted your shoulder and whisperes that he's home and asked for you to hold on when he carried you in his arms and hugged you tighter when you were all warm but your hands cold when he felt it sting against the back of his neck. he planted you on the cold sheets of the bed which you stretched like a cat to look up at him and he hisses at you not to get up so quickly when you held his face.

you smashed your lips on him which he didn't expect and he felt himself heating up to how straightforward you are, you missed him so much although it's been a day. you cursed at him for being an idiot for hurting himself all over and rested your forehead on his and he feebly says his apologies.

"but you're my idiot, c'mere" his ears red when you got off the bed to open up a medkit and he tells to stop and you were not having it and you grabbed his chin for him to look at you while he squirms a little when you also have to observe his face to look at his state.

you dragged to the shower and though he hates how troubled you were when he's hurt, he finds it endearing when you start bossing him around. he really needed someone to pull him out of his roughed up state with a little scolding.

also a bonus that he's also a simp for you so it's two good things in one to obey.

extra!!:

after the warm shower and the scrubs you did to each other, he felt relaxed while you threw yourself on the bed in sleepiness but you had to deal with some things first.

you straddled his lap while applying the bandaids on his face and he squints and looks closely at it, they were small [animal/s] dancing around on the bandaid and he left out a soft chuckle that made your heart leap.

"these [animal/s] are like you" you lift an eyebrow while pressing it down on his jaw and he explained on how you were the bigger person than anyone and 'ferocious' you were but he knew that you cared deeply about the people you love.

you lightly smacked on his cheek which made him yelp, if that wasn't the cheesiest bullshit he spewed then you didn't know anymore, kakucho has his face recognized as the respectable bonten 3 but he still had the heart of a boy holding his gifted new puppy.

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druigswhores · 3 years

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something more

(originally posted by alpha-bug)

summary: where pietro confesses his feelings to you without actually confessing them to you, through a necklace. inspired by this prompt list.

content warning: pietro maximoff x fem!reader (i’ll try to write more gender neutral fics in the future!) obviously set in a world where he survives and civil war doesn’t happen. (friends to lovers, mutual pining and pietro being a sap.)

note: okay so this is my first fic in a while so i’m sorry if this sucks </3 i want to write more pietro/peter fics so please send requests ! (also lemme know if you can guess the movie bucky was confused about !)

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

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"You're staring." Wanda points out, idly watching the older twin stare at the person who clouded his thoughts, not that Wanda needed to read his mind to know that.

"Don't you have something better to do?" Pietro scoffed, unwillingly looking away to glance at his sister. She chuckled, turning away from her brother to check on the pot on the stove, before continuing to chop the vegetables scattered on the chopping board.

"Don't you?" She simply asked, humming to the song playing out loud from her phone, Pietro's eyes were drawn back to you.

You were explaining the plot of a movie to Bucky who stared at the screen in pure confusion. "I don't get it? He killed her but he loved her?" Bucky asked you, in response you shook your head exasperated. "You saw her give birth right after, how could she be dead if she was naming her kids Buck?" You asked, glancing up when you heard the footsteps of someone approaching you.

"You're not replacing me with this old man, right?" Pietro teased, moving to sit next to you, reclining back on the couch, arm around your waist. You rolled your eyes at what he said, automatically leaning into him as the three of you continued to watch the movie playing on the big screen in front of you. The two of you barely noticed when Bucky decided to leave, too caught up with one another to bother caring about what's going on in your surroundings. You pushed him away from you when he tried to steal the m&ms you were currently snacking on only for him to pour most of the packet into his mouth.

"You disgust me Maximoff." You scoffed, biting back the smile forcing its way up. "And you love it Prinţesă." Pietro retorts, his eyes meeting yours. You opened your mouth to say something but nothing could come to mind, it was common for Pietro to randomly call you nicknames but that doesn't mean you were used to it, especially when he'd use pet-names.

Your friendship with Pietro came as a surprise to the rest of the Avengers years ago due to the differences in your personality but if you asked any of them what they thought about your friendship now they'd complain about how clueless the two of you are to the other person's feelings.

Somehow in the chaos that the two of you called your 'friendship', the line between platonic feelings and romantic feelings blurred. Pietro isn't the type of guy to steer away from romance but this situation was entirely different to anything he experienced. He cant just tell his closest friend that he loved you, he couldn't tell you how when he holds you in his arms it pains him to let go. How could he tell you that? After everything that happened to him in the past, the wall he built around his emotions to protect himself began to crumble and you were the cause of it. Pietro always struggled to talk about his feelings, his past. He felt the urge to protect himself and his twin from anything that could hurt them, he didn't want to make the same mistake again.

The unintentional movie night led to the two of you continuing to hanging out in Pietro's room hours later. It was your nightly ritual to watch an episode or two of a show that Pietro usually wouldn't want to watch before the two of you go to bed. Pietro was in the far end of his room, fumbling with something in the palm of his hand while you sat comfortably in the middle of his bed, head resting on one of his pillows as you set up the show on the laptop.

"For someone as quick as you, you sure are taking your sweet time doing whatever it is you're doing."

Pietro glanced back at you in surprise, almost like he forgot what he was supposed to be doing, too busy staring at the dainty chain tangled in the palm of his hands, with a small engagement ring at the end, in place of a pendant capturing all of Pietro's attention. It was fit for a petite woman. The silver was slightly scratched. Two slightly larger silver stones surrounded a slightly larger stone, although quite dull at first glance the engraving on the inside showed was still noticeable.

"I'm in no rush, dragoste mea." He chuckles, shoving the necklace into his pocket before moving to take his shirt off to put on a different one while continuing to speak. Your eyes followed his movements, subtly admiring his body as his muscles unintentionally flexed which resulted in you feeling your cheeks heat up, quickly looking away to not get caught checking out one of your best friends.

"You know I still don't know how I feel about Vision hanging around my sister." Pietro confesses, his overprotectiveness towards his younger sister evident as he continues to replay what occurred during dinner hours ago, Wanda confessing she wouldn't mind moving to a rural neighbourhood with Vision instead of staying at the Avengers Headquarters.

"People can't control who they fall in love with Pietro." You sighed tiredly not realising the irony behind your words, it wasn't the first time Pietro mentioned his hesitation towards the Android.

"People can't, robots can." He scoffed, walking to the dresser to put away his shirt, now wearing a pale blue shirt instead of the charcoal grey T-shirt he was previously wearing.

He moved to the bed, sitting beside you before shifting around to get comfortable. Your hand reaches out to the laptop to begin the episode only for Pietro's hand to place his above yours, stopping you.

"Since we're on this subject..." he paused to pull the necklace from his pockets before holding the necklace out towards you, letting the ring dangle from the chain between the two of you, twisting and turning because of the sudden movements.

You glanced at Pietro in confusion, eyebrows furrowed. He then pulls the hand that was covered by his own and turning it so your palm faced upwards, dropping the necklace in your hand. You held the necklace between your fingers, admiring the gems on the ring before noticing the engraving etched on the inside of the engagement band.

"I+O?" You read out the engraving in confusion, eyes meeting Pietro's soft gaze. He paused for a bit, struggling to put together a sentence that wouldn't cause the wall he created to completely collapse.

"Irina and Oleg, my parents. This was my mother's engagement ring. It was apart of the few belongings they've managed to find after what happened." He gently takes the necklace from you, signalling you to turn away from him so he can put it around your neck. Gently pushing all your hair to the side you felt goosebumps rise wherever Pietro's fingers grazed on your skin, the familiar heat rising in your cheeks once again.

You were secretly relieved that he couldn't see your reaction, the unspoken tension between the two of you currently was unbearable. You looked down at the ring, twirling it around with ur fingers while Pietro continued to speak.

"We decided that Wanda should keep our father's ring since he barely acknowledged me as his son, let alone a person." Pietro chuckles dryly.

Pietro turns you to face him, palm resting on your left cheek. "It looks good on you Draga Mea." He compliments you, eyes glancing down to your lips ever so often. "Why did you decide to give it to me?" You whispered, struggling to find your own voice.

Pietro's mouth curved into a smile, his thumb gently stroking your face

"Can't you tell?" He asked.

"Hmmm i think I'm going to have to hear you say it." You teased, smiling up at him, arms sliding around his neck pulling him closer towards you. He rolled his eyes feigning annoyance before telling you what you wanted to hear.

The next morning Wanda lightly knocked on her brother's door, wondering why he wasn't at breakfast. Waiting a couple moments for a response Wanda slowly opened the door only to be met with with the two of you lying in bed in each other’s arms, the laptop ended up at the edge of the bed as you completely forgot about it after the events of last night. Pietro had his arms tightly wrapped around your waist while your head rested on his chest, the two of you smiling contently.

"They're good for each-other." Wanda whispers to her partner who stood beside her.

"They are indeed."

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kamiiikos · 3 years

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“Ride or die” Latrelle x reader story

Chapter 2

Masterlist

Word count: 1800+

Authors note - Hey babes, so I just wanted to say & give some updates before this chapter starts. For one thanks for the feedback with this series I'm glad your all enjoying it. Also I have a tumblr where this story will also be if you don't like Wattpad and it's trash ass ads 👀. Anyway Chile my tumbler is bambiesz same as here. There will be other stories and exclusive ones so y'all should check it out. Also before the chapter starts I wanna say I’m black 🥲 cause I feel like someone is gonna say something because I used the N word in my stories so I just wanted to clear that up. But yeah.

Latrelle and I walked out of the small home. I had way more questions for him, but it felt rude to keep questioning him. The walk was quiet I often looked over in his direction he looked scared and worried at the same time. He looked like he's been through a lot I could tell.

After the long walk home outside of my house we're several cop cars. Me and trelle gave each other a glance before returning to the direction of the house in front of us. Using my house key I unlocked the door and was greeted by My mom, brother, dad and two police officers. They all rushed over to me and gave me a big group hug. Then they're attention turned to Latrelle.

"[name] where the hell were you?! We were worried about you! Why weren't you answering your phone?!" My mom screamed.

"Mom, dad and West. I know your all mad but listen first. Some dude tried to rape me in an alley way and Latrelle here saved me."

"SAVED YOU? [name] HE ROBBED US THIS MORNING!" West chimed in. He along with our parents gave Latrelle an unwanted look.

"I'll just go, [name] thanks for the offer." Before Latrelle could leave I stepped in front of him to prevent him from leaving.

"No, your not leaving I refuse to have you stay in that house on your own."

"[name], please clearly your folks don't want me here. I'll just leave." He tried to move around me but I kept blocking his only exit.

"[name] let that boy leave he's not welcome here." My dad spoke up.

"Well if he's not welcome here then I'm not either! He's not going out there on his own. This neighborhood is full of dangerous people. Gang members, crackheads, you fucking name it!"

The room fell silent. I've never raised my voice at my parents like this. I questioned in the back of my mind if that was the right choice to make. Why did I defend him? I've only met him today and I'm defending him like I've known him for 8 years.

"Go then. Your not welcome if your gonna defend his little boy. I don't know what has gotten into you [Name] but that attitude isn't welcome in this home." My mom gave me a look she gives when she's disappointed. Why where they acting like this I said this boy saved me. Who knows what could've happened if he hadn't stepped in and killed that man. I could have been kidnapped, or even worse dead.

But clearly they didn't care. They only saw Latrelle as an gangster and someone dangerous.

"Fine. Then we will leave you can keep this phone, key, Jordan's whatever! Cause I don't want or need it." I grabbed Latrell's hand leave the house making the door slam as we exit.

I couldn't believe this is how my family was treating me in this situation. They never listen I should've expected this. Now I was homeless on the streets of cold Freeridge. Walking a few steps before stopping due to Latrelle trying to get my attention.

"Aye. Stop."

"Why'd you stick up for me like that. Especially over yo family? I'm just a stranger to you and shit. You could've just let me go. Your blessed to even have someone who cares that much about you. So why throw all that away for someone you only met today?"

I let out a small sigh. Trying to think over my decisions in the past 30 minutes. Why did I even do that? Was it really worth it? Maybe I feel sympathy for him? What even was it at this point.

"You know. I really don't understand my decisions just now. Hell, I can't even explain why I chose to stick up for you. It just felt right you know?" I give him a shrug along with a warm smile plastered on my face.

"Thank you."

"Huh?"

"I said thank you."

"For what?" His sudden outburst of words really shocked me. He didn't seem like the type to express his feelings well

"Having my back. I don't know. It means a lot I guess." I searched his eyes for some type of explanation. He's such a weird character but yet, you gotta like him. Maybe I'm starting to understand him.

"No problem. But where are we gonna go? Your place we were at barely has ac. We're gonna be hot all night."

"It's either that or we sleep under a bridge."

"Yeah you know what your place is actually really not that bad."

"Thought so."

Making our way back to Latrelle abandoned house we continued our conversation by getting to know each other better since we were gonna be staying with each other for god knows how long. I wasn't complaining maybe this could be a good experience. Or so I thought.

"Latrelle how many times do I have to tell you to pick up your dirty ass laundry. This shit fucking stinks and smells like ass."

"So wash it then." I threw the dirty tshirt over in his direction to shut up his smart ass comment. It's been about 2 weeks staying with each other I got a job just so we could have some money to play with. His mother wasn't around much but she did pay the bills for the house which was good. She seems like a good person. Her relationship with Latrelle wasn't the best so they argued almost every time she came back from her little trips.

"Your actually annoying. It's not that hard to throw it in the laundry basket. God!" He rolled his eyes as he kept his focus on the game screen in front of him. His vision never left it while I was trying to help him out.

These past weeks have been stressful not only did I just get kicked out of my house but Latrelles been acting really weird lately. I mean he's always like distant but it's more then usual now. He keeps taking calls out side of the house and leaving for most of the day and leaving me in the house. When I asked him about it he hit me with 'it's none of your damn business.' Or 'I don't wanna get you involved in my life like that.' I don't get him really.

But this whole thing was killing me I was starting to get worried. Cause these guys came around this morning asking for him. And they both were wearing the color green. Maybe it was just a weird coincidence. But I don't know much about this gang shit I never was educated on it but I'm pretty positive those are the colors of the prophet$.

I didn't really care no more I just wanted answers from him so I asked.

"Latrelle."

"Huh?"

"Can you turn the game off please this is important."

"Bro we just started and you wanna talk to me now?" He gave me an angry yet annoyed tone. I never understood what was boys obsession with 2k. But hey do what you like.

"Yes turn it off please."

"I'll call you back man, she trippin." Turning off the phone call and the game he turned to face me. I let out a small sigh.

"Areyouapartoftheprophet$?" I spoke in a fast tone. Closing my eyes shut trying not to look him in the eye. The room fell silent. It was like time was paused or something. I couldn't see his face but I knew he had a look of worry and sadness plastered on it.

"Yeah.." he finally spoke. Finally opening my eyes I look at him. He looked away. He didn't wanna even look at me. He looked ashamed.

"Latrelle.. why? This type of life isn't safe."

"Don't you think I fucking know that? It ain't my damn fault ion wanna be in this shit. That's the reason me and my moms ain't cool in the first place."

“Okay but this isn’t right Latrelle! You don’t know what the hell they gon get you into in the first place!” I yell giving him a serious look.

“Bro this is why the hell I ain’t wanna tell yo ass in the first place! You worry about me too fucking much!”

“Because I want to save you from this shit!” The room fell silent again. We both looked into each other’s eyes. It felt like hours before one of us spoke again.

“Well stop doing that shit. I appreciate it, I ain’t had someone really like that to care, so I guess I’m not used to it yet.” Latrelle looked up from his feet to meet my eyes. He gave me a small smirk.

My heart fluttered a little. The interaction really changed the way I feel about him. I started to be less stressful about him but still looked out for him every once and a while.

“I gotta go out the the prophet$ tonight we got some type of shit go’n on. Don’t be blowing my phone up asking where I’m at either. Ion know when ima be home.”

“I know trelle. No phone calls.” I say

“Good.” He zipped up his green jacket before exiting the house leaving in a green car. I was once again left alone. Not like I wasn’t used to it by now. The few hours Latrelle was gone made me really think about my life. It’s been about a month since I last seen my family. I really missed them. My mom has been trying to get back in contact with me but i don’t know if I’m ready to talk to her just yet.

It was bout 12:36 am I was deep in my sleep when I was awoken by the sound of my phone going off. Looking at the name that had appeared the name read ‘trelle🤍’ I was wondering why he called me first usually I was the one to call first.

“H-hello?” I spoke in my sleepy voice

“Man I just had to pull a gun on that bitch Cesar! Nigga had the audacity to threaten me. Who the FUCK does he think he is. He can’t even do anything right for the santos.”

“Trelle wait, slow down you PULLED A GUN ON HIM?!”

#omb #on my block #writers on tumblr #wattpad #latrellexreader #latrelle #ombxreader

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stxleslyds · 3 years

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you know how dc keeps forcing this sudden "we're a family" narrative out of nowhere? I'd love batfam content but years of hurt among them make the recent content seem unearned.

bc you know more about dick and jason than the others, how do you think they would realistically become family to each other, or would it even be in character for them to be the "bros" they're written as now?

Oh anon, this question is amazing, I love it! I saw it when I woke up and since then my brain has been brewing this answer, I was thinking about it as I brushed my teeth and as I was making breakfast, and now I am ready to give you the answer, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed thinking/writing about it!

DC keeps forcing the wrong relationships, and they keep forcing the wrong centre of this supposed family, they make it out to be the Bat-Family when in reality the Bat (Bruce) should have never been invited to this party.

This is why I give you the… Dick-Family!

Oh yeah baby, I am going there. Dick is the centre of this “family”, he is the guy who is actually connected with everyone, he has been around for so long and he has been present when almost all of the remaining characters were introduced! Bruce might have come first but that guy has nothing on Dick Grayson.

Dick has cared and loved for everyone in this family in a true and beautiful way, no matter how much fanon and DC try to tell us otherwise. This man was an amazing son to Bruce and Alfred (my love for Alfred and Dick is brought to you by @hood-ex), a fantastic brother to Jason, Tim and Cass as well as a phenomenal father/older brother to Damian.

Dick Grayson is the centre of this whole thing, and thanks to DC now being an Omniverse I will be able to explain my line of thoughts. But first let me clear some ideas up.

The way I see it Jason would only get along good enough with Dick. I am not here for Jason and Tim having brunch together (honestly, Lobdell, what were you thinking), Jason never cared for Tim, and then writers that didn’t know how the Red Hood worked made him try to kill Tim so, to me, that relationship is non-existent, Jason doesn’t really perceive Tim (yet).

Jason and Damian, listen, I know that there is this fanon theory that Jason knew and cared for Damian while he was in the League, but that is just fanon talk and it doesn’t really fit in canon either. Jason wasn’t really capable of doing much other than fight, and after he was put in the Lazarus Pit he either had to leave because Ra’s wanted to kill him or Talia took him to the All-Castle. So, Jason’s only real interactions with Damian would be when Jason was written as a crazy, blood thirsty dude that actually tried to harm a child. So, him and Damian wouldn’t really have a good relationship (yet).

Jason and Cass… that’s just a no. Jason and Barbara, I mean Barbara was older than Dick when she first met Jason, so they wouldn’t have much of a relationship.

Now, lets move on to how I will make the Dick-Family work.

Dick (bless him) actually talks and listens to people, unlike Bruce, so the change would start there. Let’s set the timeline, I will stand right after the events of Under the Red Hood. Bruce just chose saving Joker over letting Jason kill the Joker and the building they were in exploded.

Batman keeps on being himself (trash) and Jason, having survived the explosion, moves on to keep on building his empire. He really wants to control the drug trade in Gotham, so he works on that, he slowly but surely takes his place as a drug lord again and is a constant pain in Black Mask’s ass.

While Jason is doing that, Dick is trying to put together his life after Bludhaven was attacked with Chemo. Let’s say that Bludhaven isn’t completely erased from the map but he does have to leave so the city can be re-built. He goes to Gotham, where the Red Hood works.

Let’s say that Alfred told Dick who was under the Red Hood, so Dick being a good brother goes looking for Jason. Their first interaction out of the mask wouldn’t be nice, Jason barely remembers his life before the pit and he really is convinced that Dick is the absolute worst.

But then Jason being a nosy man would make an appearance, for some reason, let’s say that he hacks into the Batcave and when he does that he finds some footage… The footage in question would be the one which shows Bruce punching Dick and sort of blaming him for Jason’s death. (Oh yeah, I am going there). The footage will make a memory come to mind, Dick taking Jason on a skying trip.

So, the next time that Dick and Jason see each other is because Jason went looking for Dick and here is where these two actually talk. The way I see it, Dick is more flexible with the no killing rule, he has worked many times with people that are villains or that just have different ways of doing things. So, I think that he would understand where Jason’s coming from with his ideas. As they begin to understand one another Jason begins to recover more and more memories from before the Pit.

They get together once a week and they chat about life as well as vigilante stuff. They become friends.

At the same time Dick is also very good friends with Tim and also acts like the amazing big brother he is with him. They chat, they sometimes work together and one day they come across a very complicated situation involving a new drug being introduced in Gotham.

Dick would call Jason and now both of them and Tim are reunited in a safe house working together so this new drug doesn’t fall in the wrong hands. Jason and Tim wouldn’t really like each other. Both of them are there for Dick and because they have to get the job done.

That’s how I see Dick forming the Dick-Family unconsciously. Hell, I will introduce Barbara now. Do you guys remember that in UtRH Barbara was mad with Bruce and didn’t want to work with him but she was still in contact with Dick? Well, I am using that so it can fit my narrative.

Dick, Jason and Tim need more intel so Dick calls Oracle (real Oracle) and because Barbara trusts Dick she works with them.

Here is where it gets interesting, through Barbara, Dick meets Cass, through Tim he meets Stephanie. You see that Dick’s connections are leading him to form a group of people. Cass and Stephanie are trained by Babs and Dick and they become the new Batgirls.

As all of that keeps developing Jason and Dick become “partners in crime” they help each other, they start building a brotherly relationship again. Although Jason refuses to say that out loud.

Then comes in Damian, a difficult child if there has ever been one but he has Bruce so Dick doesn’t have to jump in that fast… right?

Oh brother! Bruce is dead (omg what would we do? Battle for the cowl maybe? No!). with Bruce gone there is only one person who can take his place and everyone knows it has to be Dick.

Dick would feel a lot of things as he is taking Bruce’s place as Batman but he has a group of people ready to back him up (Alfred, Jason, Tim, Babs, Cass, Steph), and he also has to take care of Damian, he is a child and with his father gone then maybe his mother would want to take him back to the League of Assassins, Dick obviously doesn’t want that so he talks to Tim and tells him that he sees him as his equal and that he has a plan to make Damian stay and it involves making Damian his new Robin.

Tim would obviously be sad and a little hurt, but he understands Dick’s decision because they talked about it and Dick actually took the time to explain why he was doing what he was doing (really DC half of the problems you guys come up could be fixed in seconds if people would only take some time to just TALK!).

Dick and Damian work as Batman and Robin and Dick starts assuming the position of his father. They would live with Alfred in the penthouse and maybe Tim will join them from time to time (when he wasn’t busy with Young Justice/Teen Titans stuff). Slowly Dick and Damian will become the Dynamic Duo that we love today.

So, Dick would have his own Robin, Oracle (who is also managing her own team with Black Canary and (why not) the Batgirls), Red Robin and Red Hood working with him if he needs them. They are always a call away. Jason is the most difficult to reach and he will only involve himself in that kind of drama if its about controlling the drug trade or scaring the living shit out of some very shady people.

So, Red Hood wouldn’t be working with the new (and improved) Batman but Jason would hang out with Dick sometimes.

From there they build up. Dick renovates Arkham Asylum and makes it work they way that it is supposed to work. He might also recruit Catwoman when he needs someone really sneaky, they have known each other for so long, I bet Selina loves Dick, she would certainly help him out.

But as all things do, this happy and well-connected Dick-Family is disrupted when Bruce comes back, he inserts himself slowly back into his role as Batman and as he does that Dick starts to move away from it.

But Dick’s connections are strong and well cared for, so, even when he goes back to Bludhaven and starts fresh (again) as Nightwing those connections remain. Oracle still gives him intel, Robin and Red Robin come over to Bludhaven to patrol, maybe they even have their own rooms at Dick’s place.

With Bludhaven functioning again, all of the terrible people that were working there also come back, maybe some of them never left and they have been corrupting the city from its very core. So, when Jason tells Dick that he would like to expand his operations to Bludhaven, Dick says yes, as long as Jason keeps him updated on his work and also lets him know what is going on.

I think it works! What do you guys think so far?

From then on with the whole Dick-Family being connected and strong I think they can actually act and solve their problems as a family. All those arcs that didn’t work very well because Bruce was in the middle of it being a jerk, I think they will work if Dick is at the centre of it. Let’s say that Bruce hid the fact that Joker knows their identities and all that, with such a strong family the second that the Joker tries to manipulate Jason into believing that he created him, Dick will come out of the shadows and shut that bullshit down. If Joker tries to do something to the Circus, then the Birds of Prey and the Robins will be there in seconds helping Dick.

The Court of Owls, those little shits wouldn’t stand a chance against this team, this force of nature! Jason would be the one working from afar because you know my boy wouldn’t be subjected to the “no-killing” rule but if he does it, he has to do it away from the children (Damian) and away from Cass, if he doesn’t want to know real trouble. (He probably arranged those things with Dick a long time ago and he is happy with it).

Now, please forgive me but for angst reasons I will actually let the events of, Batman Incorporated #8, Forever Evil, Nightwing #30 and Spyral run its course.

Let me explain, after Damian’s death Dick holds the Dick-Family together, as well as Bruce because he is amazing like that, but then after Dick supposedly dies, things change just a little bit. Jason would retreat back to his own corner because the only thing attaching him to the Dick-Family was Dick but he would also keep his eyes open and he might also have a direct line with Oracle if things go south.

Aside from Jason, I do see the others working on keeping their connections intact. When Damian eventually returns the land of the living, I can see all of them coming together even more because that’s what Dick would have wanted.

And then Dick will come back from Spyral and here is where the Dick-Family will show the “Bat-Family” why its superior to it in every aspect possible.

The Dick-Family will notice that something must have happened, Dick would never play dead and leave them like that, but Dick loves Bruce and he doesn’t want to tell them the truth, Bruce has no memories now and his family doesn’t deserve that kind of drama BUT Jason and Tim are suspicious, they know Dick at this point and they trust him so they firmly believe that he is hiding something to protect someone. And here is where life repeats itself. Let’s review the Batcave’s footage, yes, I did it again, I just love the fact that Bruce has footage of himself being the absolute worst to his kids, how does DC not use it! Anyway, Tim and Jason find the footage from the events of Nightwing #30 and suddenly the Dick-Family have their “Dick defence squad” jackets on and they are ready to party.

After all that Bruce eventually gets his memories back and he is held accountable for his actions. Also, around this time the events of Robin War would have already happened so Duke is also introduced. Dick lets him join and all that, and then Duke and Cass become besties and they work together.

And yeah, as Rebirth comes closer the Dick-Family would be more united than ever.

The end.

That is how I would have done it. But this way is slow, and DC wouldn’t be able to monetize it as much as they would want.

Jason wouldn’t be giving hugs and calling everyone their brother or sister, he will only get along with Dick and he would be professional with everyone else.

Tim and Damian would get along but they wouldn’t go for ice cream together on a sunny day. Steph and Damian would and so would Cass and Tim or Cass and Duke.

Oracle would work with Dick and the others as a side thing because her main thing would be the Birds of Prey, this time with Helena too.

Alfred would spend his time with Bruce but he would also be very aware of Dick and his influence on everyone around them. Bruce eventually would be integrated to the Dick-Family because Dick is a sweetheart but Dick would also make Bruce follow his rules, Dick is a little bean but he is also the most badass person in the room (whichever room) so you better listen to what he has to say.

The Dick-Family would be something that grows silently and doesn’t need a “Joker War” in order for them to be there for each other, they would try their best each step of the way and they will talk things out when mistakes are made.

This is the way that I see this family dynamic working.

I would even go as far as to say that Talia can be part of the Dick-Family because she is connected to three people, Dick, Damian and Jason.

Dick is the person with most connections in the DC Universe, the Titans, the Justice League, Deathstroke, they all have connections to this treasure of a man. If he needs help in Gotham or Bludhaven then he can call people from the “first circle”, if things are beyond a “street level” threat them he can call the Titans and if shit really hits the fan, Clark and the others are a call away.

Anyway, this was unnecessarily long, I am sorry about it but I am also not because I really don’t know how to answer your question without going on a long rant.

In conclusion the Bat-Family doesn’t work and sadly it wouldn’t work no matter how much they force it. These people don’t have connections, Bruce is not able to make connections between people. And DC has erased entire relationships that Dick used to have. I mean, they got rid of Dick and Tim being close brothers just so they could give us a shitty brunch between Tim and Jason? Only yesterday we saw a true and beautiful interaction between Dick and Damian.

DC is handling the “Bat-Family” in all the worst possible ways. It just doesn’t work.

They should have used Dick all those years ago and they shouldn’t have destroyed Jason’s characterization with Lobdell’s ideas.

So, sadly, my dear anon, I don’t see the Bat-Family as a in character thing for any of these people as they are written currently, but I hope that you enjoyed my version of it. May the Dick-Family bring everyone who reads about it a little joy!

#Dick-Family #Jason Nation #dick grayson #nightwing #red hood #tim drake #damian wayne #red robin #robin #batfamily #alfred pennyworth #bruce wayne #dc comics #jason todd #asksss

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tartagliaxx · 3 years

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Kaeya + lily of the valley?

Thank you so much!

“ KAEYA + LILY OF THE VALLEY ”

━━ ☆ PAIRING: kaeya/reader

━━ ☆ GENRE: fluff

━━ ☆ SUMMARY: lily of the valley | return to happiness

━━ ☆ WARNINGS: established relationship

the image he saw in the mirror was unfamiliar — a man whose eyes were free of the usual hurricanes of chaos, whose skin was clear of the hurt and betrayal, forming grotesque streaks that acted as an endless reminder of his sins.

it was a bizarre sight. kaeya could count the number of times he was out of his stuffy uniform and in something far more regal. a suit as crisp as the newly pressed papers laid forgotten in his office dyed in a shade of rhino blue, a color that complimented his night star eyes beautifully. even he had to admit that he looked fine.

"any longer and you just might swallow yourself whole."

chuckling, kaeya met aether's unimpressed gaze in the mirror, lips immediately pulled into a mysterious grin, something second nature to him mayhaps even a subconscious defensive gesture.

"and to whom do i owe the pleasure of this lovely visit?"

"to him. try not to kill each other, will you?"

averting his gaze, he spots the one man he last expected to visit him, sticking like out a sore thumb against the pristine white wallpaper of the room.

"my, my... have you come to send your best regards, master diluc?"

the man in question scoffed, choosing to ignore the captain in favor of giving aether a pointed stare, "this was not part of our discussion."

"it isn't but don't you think this is better?"

"oh yes," kaeya cackled, shrugging off his suit jacket and loosening his tie to assume a more casual persona. "this is so much better."

"you're delusional."

aether rolled his eyes at diluc's seething glare that kaeya half-heartedly mocked, "you both are. now, i need to go and help master jean outside so would you please," a deep sigh. "please be civil?"

"i don't know what you're talking about. we're always civil, aren't we?"

a grunt from the redhead.

"whatever. just— just be careful with the carpet."

and with that, aether was gone, leaving two men who dropped all the pretenses they tried to uphold just a second before. a tension that you could cut with a butter knife, an ironic situation to find himself in.

kaeya sighed after a few moments of just staring at each other. rolling the sleeves of his dress shirt to his forearms, he tilted his head towards the chilled bottle of wine just by the couch, "wine?"

"no, thank you."

he shrugged as he poured himself a glass, plopping back into the couch with a soft 'umph' before tossing one leg over the other, a picture-perfect definition of confidence and charisma despite most of it being faux.

"...you look happy." diluc muttered after a few moments of hesitation, moving to situate himself on the chair directly across his 'brother.'

"do i?"

the red liquid swam around the glass with a grace unrestrained as kaeya flicked it with a few snaps of his wrists. a habit, a proof of his contemplation. the man in the mirror was unfamiliar and maybe it was because he was happy and happiness was not a look kaeya had seen on him for many, long years.

"are you?" diluc leaned back, fiddling with the watch on his wrist that kaeya recognized to be a part of his late father's collection, "nothing is ever as it looks with you."

an amused huff, "touché."

a beat and another. a silence that couldn't be called comfortable but at the very least, it didn't make either of them retch in disgust.

kaeya slung his free arm across the couch, head tilted up as he absentmindedly hummed a soft tune, looking, searching for an answer that was honest for a change. he supposed that diluc deserved that for coming all the way to meet him.

"i think so," he finally muttered, tone too solemn for the character he was used to playing, "i think i am. it's been so long since i felt like this that i don't even know anymore."

"in any case..." diluc clenched and unclenched his teeth, once again hesitating, before staring right into kaeya. "it's a good look."

an unexpected reply. kaeya coughed, trying to mask the sudden awkwardness he felt. he was used to numbing bites and near-death experiences, not this. not this sudden softness that caught him off-guard. not the slight sliver of what he was like before everything fell to ruins.

"oh dear, is master diluc getting soft with me?" a remark that was meant to push diluc's buttons so he'll return to what he's used to — what he's comfortable with.

and it worked, somewhat, as diluc rolled his eyes, tossing a bag at kaeya's face as he stood up to leave. "congratulations."

"hey diluc," what was he doing? kaeya ran a hand through his hair, his call — which stopped the man just as he was about to slip out the door — coming out before he could even process it. "should i pull my hair back?"

it was an absurd situation for anyone watching. in fact, even kaeya grimaced at the sound of his god-awful question. on the other hand, the subtle quirk of diluc's lips right before he left was just as obvious.

"do it."

the church bells danced with each pleasant breeze from the north; shrubs and trees rustling — singing as an accompaniment. from the end of the aisle, he could hear each hushed chatter over the sweet strains of organ music. any other person would feel irate at the unnecessary bustle but not kaeya. to kaeya, the white noise helped muffle the voices in his head that repeatedly hammered the anxious thoughts he had. in a way, it was all lovely. color-stained glass windows painting the interior of the cathedral and the white flowers you chose with a variety of colors he could only see in a dream.

so deep into his thoughts, he didn't realize that the last bridesmaid has made her march. only when the music stopped and the faces turned back did kaeya look up and thank god he did because the sight that greeted him was nothing short of glorious. clad in white rhinestones and golden embroideries, he was certain that 'happiness' has never looked as perfect as it did that moment.

he took your hand as soon as you took the last step towards him and immediately, all he could recognize was you and the sweet, uplifting scent of the blooming flowers by your hands. the same flowers you picked particularly for him.

"families and friends, i would like to thank you for coming to witness the blessed matrimony between two halves that, against all odds, found each other again. for a moment, let us offer our thanks to barbatos and his will that all those who love should be free to do so."

a sharp poke and he turned around to see you giving him a warning stare. he supposed he really wasn't trying to hide his complete disinterest over the proceedings, only caring about the kiss and the happy ever after.

"focus!" you hissed at him, earning yourself a glare from the pastor much to kaeya's entertainment. how completely and utterly endearing.

a happy ever after... on any other day, he would have laughed at the sheer optimism of it all but not today. today, he allowed himself to believe — to hope that he would come to know and see the man in the mirror more often with you by his side.

━━ ☆ NOTES: thanks for joining and i hope you liked it! i don’t know who needs to see this but this is the suit i imagined kaeya was in. view the rest of the event shorts here! 💐

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