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tanglepelt · 11 months

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The fall

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Danny takes on Pariah, gets reveled and his parents reactions. This is a continuation of day 3. here. Pretty sure it makes sense without that part tho.

Danny was going to get everyone out.

Amity would no longer stay in the realm; no longer would Pariah keep them trapped. Pariah's hunt was fruitless regardless, Danny held the ring now.

With his whole new power set, ice, and snow, ones he didn’t quite know how to use he’d just have to make it work. Going through the crater left behind from Amity's displacement he gathered what he needed. The weapons were stashed in the remnants of Sams's basement and the school boiler room. The anti-ecto weapons taken from his parents the trio had hidden away. If they worked on the king Danny would have a key advantage. Then the most important item that had been confiscated was the watch. The one ready to send him back to the realm. Back into the dome where his friends and family were trapped. Even back to go help the fruit loop.

He just had to shoot himself with it. It was a one-way trip.

There would be no turning back.

This was for his friends and family.

He wasn’t backing down from Pariah. No matter the cost.

A bag full of weapons on his back, the watch set to shoot he was ready.

Danny had never been so ready to see the green sky of the zone. To be standing back in amity. Even if it was just the deserted streets. No humans in sight. The dome once surrounding the town completely missing. Everything was too silent, empty.

The troops, pariah’s skeleton had to be attacking elsewhere. Nothing they sought was here in town.

He needed to get to FentonWorks. See if they were there. His parents had a secondary ghost shield, they had been working on an ecto-skeleton suit. Maybe there had been some success. Even with everything they had to face, the skeletons, pariah the fright knight there was hope. Danny knows that the ring of rage and crown of fire only boost the wearer when both are held by one. One without the other is just for cosmetics.

Or in Danny’s case as a callout.

A way to make sure the focus would be on him and not the humans of amity parks. They couldn’t take hits like he could, all too squishy and breakable.

The closer he got to FentonWorks the higher the concentration of ectoplasm was. Despite being in the realm it was more intense. Fitting when he saw the scene. Valerie manning the ecto skeleton, losing badly. The ghost shield surrounding his home cracking and breaking with each new hit. The skeltons were directly attacking the shield. In search of the ring, they do not possess.

This wouldn’t do.

Flying as fast as he could he slammed into Valerie, Knocking back into the ghost shield. The skeleton must of been on its last life, it broke when she hit the ground. That drew the skeleton's attention. There was still one more thing he needed to do.

With a salute to the skeletons, he went human. Plopping down into the ghost shield. The attacks on the shield increasing. Harder they hit. He would be out shortly to deal with them. Danny just needed some assurance the building won't go unguarded.

Valerie was already out of the suit. Anger and confusion are evident on her face. “Your phantom? You"

As the blast got louder and larger, he just tossed the bag at her. She caught it only to be knocked down. That ecto skeleton must have really taken it out of her. Already Sam and Tucker were rushing out with shouts of his name. There wasn’t enough time. In his haste, he left with a last message,

“I have the ring, watch the house. The shields won’t hold much longer. The bag has the weapons I deemed too dangerous for my parents to keep. Protect the people. I'll deal with the rest.”

Walking out of the dome a single weapon tucked away behind his back and a ring on his finger. Danny held up his hand transforming, calling out pariah. The king truly was done for. So caught up in his rage to retrieve the ring. Charging at Danny with no hesitance. Looked like he was just going for physical contact.

This king had been sealed up for centuries, likely never even seeing a laser gun. All the better for Danny. Thankfully his aim wasn’t like his dad's. His gun hit Pariah straight on, sending him straight to the ground. No more powers for him. Just his physical abilities.

Pariah still put up a fight. Hit after hit never backing down. He was a beast without the powers. Danny couldn’t win like this. He needed the crown.

Suppose he had the crown Pariah wouldn’t stand a chance. It was just the two after the other item. Danny aiming for the head Pariah gunning for the ring. Danny had little to no control over his ice, rather than freeze any part of Pariah things were just colder.

Every now and then he managed to get an icicle to hit Pariah in the face. The dud just wouldn't cool down and give up.

Danny was being forced closer to the dome. The one about to shatter. Valerie, Tucker, and Sam all shoot from behind the shield. Yelling amongst each other about something he couldn’t hear. This had to be his final push, they couldn’t reach the barrier. The shield would fall if they did.

Someone yelling was getting closer. The screaming getting louder.

“DUCK” was that his mom?

A green blast went past him hitting Pariah.

“STAY AWAY FROM MY SON”

Yea, that was his mom. That was his mom. She knew? Did Valerie rat him out?

“AIM FOR THE CROWN” Sure enough she did. Knocking it straight off his head.

As he grabbed the crown eyeball ghosts began to appear, a sarcophagus with them. A new ghost ordering someone to shove him into it. Then close the lid sealing Pariah in. Leading to him once more being locked away in his slumber.

That led to his current situation. Town rightfully back in Illinois, having a heart-to-heart with his family. It wasn’t Valeria that ratted him out but Sam and Tucker. Apparently, Valerie had knocked out all the adults to steal the ecto-skeleton, so she had been avoiding them since. Likely trying to avoid a lecture.

When they came too, and they were still in the ghost zone his mom and dad panicked. Both Vlad and Danny were missing, and the suit was gone. They didn’t know what happened. His friends had no real choice, if they had gone looking for him the shield would have fallen too fast.

That didn’t stop his mom from coming to his aid when he was in sight.

His being Phantom didn’t bother them. The two were more upset he didn’t trust them with the information to being with.

Things had never looked better for him. Well until the next day when Valerie punched him for keeping that a secret from her. She demanded he put his mutt into obedience classes.

#Danny Phantom #dannymay2023 #day30 #post reveal #good parents jack and maddie #i cant write fight scen #i dont know why i tried

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kodalacar · 1 year

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Gear ⚙️

#inktober 2022 #inktober #day30 #just one more!#gear #arcane jinx #arcane #butterfly #kodalacar #fanart

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theroguequeenaniki · 4 months

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December Day 30: Reflect 🪞

#KimickaPhotoADay

Alright, to start, here is my Instagram Top Nine of 2023. Do people still do these? Lol. Pretty solid, if you ask me. My birthday post, a couple of my Most Listened Artists reels, aespa, Ally Carter, Sohee & Sunmi, Taylor Swift, froyo from my brother’s birthday, and one post from this photo a day challenge lol. Now, the next collection of photos are a selfie from every month this year. Lol. And then 4 more selfies that I wanted to share but didn’t fit in the 12 photo collage lol. 2023 was a pretty good year for me overall. There was great music. I had a great birthday. Halloween & Thanksgiving & Christmas were fun. I spent lots of time with family. Yeah, 2023 was good. Here’s to happy memories and looking forward to 2024.

#reflect #topnine #instagramtopnine #selfies #myface #birthday #halloween #thanksgiving #christmas #taylorswift #allycarter #froyo #froyoyolo #wondergirls #aespa #tcby #throwback #day30 #december #december2023 #photo #photoaday #photoadaychallenge

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kadiwright · 11 months

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Day 30: Paradise

Prompt belongs to DarkDragonDeception on DA

Eddsworld (C) Edd Gould

Art (C) @kadiwright

#eddsworld #eddsworld fanart #mermay2023 #mermay art #day30 #paradise #eddsworld neighbors #eddsworld eduardo #eddsworld mark #eddsworld jon #digitalart #myart #artistontumblr

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logicgunn · 11 months

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domaystic 30: feeling of doing nothing

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Written for @domaystic

“This is nice,” says John, from somewhere to Rodney’s right.

“Mmmmhmmm."

“Not often we get to lie around like this.”

“It’s not often we book leave that isn’t immediately vetoed by an emergency.”

“True.”

John stops talking, so Rodney goes back to kneading the sand with his toes and letting his thoughts drift lazily.

The silence doesn't last long.

“Hey Rodney, you wanna?”

Rodney peers out from under his arm and glares at John’s wiggling eyebrows.

“No, I don’t ‘wanna’. It’s sixty degrees out here, and not much less inside.”

“Fair enough.”

“...ask me again when the sun’s gone down?”

#domaystic2023 #day30 #stargate atlantis #mcshep #sfw #drabble

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boxthoughtsblog · 6 months

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My Sky Today - September 30, 2023 6:21pm Hawaii Join the MY SKY TODAY project!

#myskytoday #2023 #September #DAY30 #TIME1800 #UTC0400DATE20231001 #Hawaii #USA #sunset #cloud glow #evening color #BoxThoughts

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numenskog · 1 year

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#day30 of #middleearthmonth . #Eomer !!! I'm super under the weather today. Mostly cause the plague, so i've referenced a lot @fellandfair awesomework #rohirrin #cartoon #conceptart #fanart #fantasy #fantasyart #hero #horserider #warrior #lordoftherings #swordandsorcery #tolkien #tolkienverse #artistofinstagram #art #ink #artober #inkandpaper #art #middleearth #lotr #thehobbit #silmarillion #horse #rohan #eorlingas https://www.instagram.com/p/CkWMbZcIiqh/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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phoenixthemenace · 11 months

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Till Death

Day 30. Lost hope/Death do us part-

"Dix?" Johnny asked sadly. "Roy was here, right? I didn't dream that, did I?"

"Yes he was."

"Then why…why hasn't he come to see me?"

Drat the boy and those eyes. She thought, as her heart twinged.

"I don't know." She said softly. "Do you want him to?"

He nodded, hiding his eyes so she wouldn't see the tears.

"I came back for him."

Joe, who had just slipped in quietly, caught Dixie's eye and nodded.

"Johnny. Do you want to be with Roy?"

He glanced up at both of them.

"For the rest of my life." He whispered.

"Johnny." Joe said, taking Johnny’s hand, surprising him and Dix. "You are the closest thing I have to a son."

Johnny stared at Joe, mouth agape.

Drat the boy and those eyes. Joe thought before continuing.

"If that is what you want, I will help you. Even if I have to drag him in here and sit on him while you two talk"

"Me too." Dixie said, taking Johnny’s other hand. He could see she felt the same way.

His eyes filled again even as he laughed at the thought.

"Thanks." He whispered as he ducked his head.

"What did you say to him when you woke up?" Joe asked.

Johnny smiled.

"I told him to go home, that I'd be okay now and I…" He blushed furiously.

"Love him?" Dixie whispered conspiratorially.

"Yeah." Johnny sighed adorably. His companions rolled their eyes.

"That explains it." Joe said to Dixie.

"Yeah." At Johnny’s inquiring look she explained. "Well, Tiger. All we heard was 'go'."

Johnny looked horrified and tried to get up.

"Easy, easy Johnny." Joe said effortlessly holding Johnny down. "You're in no condition to go anywhere."

"Roy's on duty today." Dixie soothed. "We'll talk to him."

"Knock some sense into that thick skull."

"That might be impossible Joe. It's almost as thick as Johnny’s."

Johnny gave up struggling and spluttered indignantly as Joe and Dixie chuckled.

"Meanwhile, since you're so healthy, we're going to move you into a regular room and let someone who needs it have this one."

"And we're giving you a special roommate." Dixie smiled sweetly.

"Now Dix, Don't spoil the surprise!" Joe laughed.

*****

Roy was devastated.

His Johnny had fought his way back from death's door only to tell him to go. Dixie might think, believe, that he was saying something else but that was too much for Roy to hope for in this grief stricken state

She didn't know about the envelope he'd discovered in the pocket of Johnny’s blue jacket when he washed it. It had two letters to Cap, one a transfer request, the other a letter of resignation.

He'd failed, he'd hurt Johnny that badly, and now he was certain there was nothing to be done.

*****

"Roy." Dixie said kindly. "I want to talk to you."

Roy opened his mouth to protest. He knew what she wanted to say, and couldn't bear to hear it. Fortunately for him, a call came in and he and his temporary partner had to go.

*****

"Roy." Joe said sternly. "I want to talk to you."

Roy closed his eyes and sighed. Why wouldn't they leave him alone? He was saved by a three alarm structure fire.

*****

It took most of an extremely busy shift before they were able to corner Roy.

"I'm telling you Roy, what you heard was not what he said." Joe said with gentle firmness. "Remember, he'd just gone through a terrible ordeal."

"Doc…" Roy tried to begin, but Joe took him by the arm.

"No, Roy. Now we are going to go talk to your partner."

Roy looked to Dixie for help but she just smiled innocently and didn't interfere as Roy was hauled off to the elevators.

*****

Johnny was bored.

Kelly Brackett was about as fun a roommate as a broken leg. His idea of passing the time was reading medical journals and was good to share them with Johnny, but enough was enough. So, partly out of boredom and partly out of a desire to annoy Brackett, he started flirting with every nurse in sight. Soon, he gathered a trio around him and was entertaining them with a story of his heroics when the door swung open and Roy was herded through.

Johnny was startled to see him and slid down under the covers.

"How are you doing, Johnny?" Joe asked as Roy stood to the side, staring awkwardly.

"Oh…I…uh…" He sputtered eloquently, trying not to stare longingly at Roy.

"How about you, Kel?" Joe asked, turning a twinkling eye to his friend. "Enjoying your roommate?"

"I shouldn't say this, but Romeo here was a lot easier to live with when he was in a coma." Kel answered dryly.

They all laughed and Joe plopped down on the end of Brackett's bed, and proceeded to flirt brazenly with everyone in the room, including Kel.

Especially Kel.

Dixie came in a short time later and swept the three nurses away, shooing them back to their duties. Joe stood and started fussing around the head of Kel's bed, taking vitals and shielding Roy and Johnny from view, while they, meanwhile, fidgeted uncomfortably.

"Ro-"

"Joh-"

They started speaking at the same time, and smiled with nervous fondness at each other. Unfortunately, Roy was called away. Johnny sighed, slid further under his covers and curled up, facing away from Joe and Kel.

Joe sighed.

"Take me for a walk." Kel said quietly.

"Sure Kel." Joe knew he wanted to talk.

They slowly made their way down the hall, Kel trying not to shuffle, Joe trying not to notice.

"Joe, what is going on between those two?"

"What do you mean?" Joe asked, surprised that Kel would have guessed.

"They've been upset with each other for a while now. At first I thought it was about the virus, but now I'm thinking it's got to be that nurse from the maternity ward that they were fighting over recently."

"I don't know Kel, I don't think those two would let a woman come between them."

"You may be right Joe. But did you see how Johnny reacted to Roy? Like he was guilty?"

They were back to the room now.

"Okay Kel. I'll talk to them, just don't you say anything to Johnny. You know how he is, it's apt to get really uncomfortable if you do."

"Sure Joe." Kel said tiredly. He climbed back into his bed and dropped off to sleep almost at once. Joe turned to Johnny who was still curled on his side, but Joe could see he wasn't asleep.

"Johnny." Joe said softly as he put his hand on his shoulder and encouraged him to turn over onto his back. There were tears on his cheeks.

"Thanks Doc." He whispered. "For everything."

"Don't give up hope."

Johnny tried to smile.

"I mean, for all the help you've given me over the years. My aunt and I wouldn't have survived without you and Dix."

Joe blushed and focused on the floor for a few minutes. Finally composed, he ruffled Johnny’s hair and smiled down at him. Johnny felt warmed by it and maybe hoping wasn't so hard after all.

"Don't give up hope." Joe repeated and left Johnny to his nap.

*****

That day set an unfortunate precedent of missed opportunities for the two broken hearted men to talk. As the days passed without seeing or speaking to Roy, Johnny began to withdraw, regretting not following his Auntie. Roy, too, was losing hope despite Joe and Dixie's encouragement.

Finally, the day arrived for Johnny to be discharged from Rampart. Johnny looked up hopefully when his door opened that morning, but it was Dixie and Cap. Johnny tried valiantly not to let his face fall.

"Hey there Tiger." Dixie's smoky voice was soft and sad. "Ready to go?"

Johnny just nodded and accepted the bag of clothes his captain held out to him.

"Thanks, Cap."

"No problem, Pal. We'll wait out here while you change, then I'll drive you home."

Out in the hall, Hank turned serious eyes to Dixie's worried ones.

"Is he okay to go to his apartment alone? Should I take him home with me?"

Dixie sighed.

"He refused me and Joe when we offered. I think we're just going to have to let him go."

"I wish I'd been paying closer attention that day."

"I know. I think we all wish we had been too." She replied, patting his arm.

Johnny stepped out into the hall then. His clothes were loose on him and his eyes were tired and sad. He tolerated Dixie's fussing, but was grateful when Hank finally led him to his car.

They drove in silence for several blocks before Johnny spoke.

"Thanks Cap."

"No problem, John."

"I mean…" Johnny shrugged. "Just for everything."

Hank glanced over at Johnny.

Drat the boy and those eyes. He thought as he slowed for traffic. They were pleading for something.

"Hey Pal?" Hank began slowly. "What happened between you and Roy?"

Johnny stared at his hands folded in his lap for a long time, messy hair tumbling over his forehead.

"You know me Cap." He finally shrugged with a sigh. "I'm always messing things up."

Hank reached over and put his hand on the nape of Johnny’s neck.

"No Son. You're not." He said with gentle firmness. "You're one of the best men I know. Now don't let me hear you saying that about yourself again."

Johnny smiled at that, and they were at his apartment.

"Just drop me off here. The lot is full, you'll never find a spot."

"You sure?"

"Yeah." Johnny paused before climbing out of the car. "Thanks again Cap. You know, for everything."

"You're welcome, John."

Johnny waved as his captain drove reluctantly away, and slowly climbed the stairs, his throat slowly tightening and eyes stinging. With a heavy heart he opened the door to his cold, dark apartment.

He half hoped Roy would be there, waiting to surprise him. But he wasn't and Johnny was overcome with exhaustion. His bedroom was too far away so he trudged to his couch.

Just when he thought his heart couldn't break any further, it did.

But there, on his coffee table was an envelope with his name written in a dear, familiar hand. With hopeful terror he snapped it up and opened it. Something metal clanged out and bounced across the table and onto the floor. He ignored it to devour the short note.

John-

Please come home.

-Roy

*****

"Hey Cap," Roy had asked earlier. "I'm supposed to pick Johnny up after we're off today and take him to his apartment. Could you-"

The klaxons sounded, cutting him off and calling the squad out to meet the coast guard. Roy looked anxiously at Hank as he handed over the call slip. He nodded to Roy, answering the unasked question.

Now, hours later, he wearily climbed the stairs to his home, hope buzzing around the edge of his senses along with the tiredness. He hoped Johnny would be there, waiting for him. But no one waited behind the door.

Just when he thought he couldn't hurt any more, he did.

Too tired to go to bed he flipped on the TV and flopped onto his couch. A soap opera was on and Roy blearily watched it, trying to figure out the convoluted plot that seemed about to conclude with a wedding. Or start. He didn't really understand these things.

But he was too exhausted to find something else.

His thoughts drifted to Johnny. He had been glad that he'd left the note for him to find when they got to Johnny's apartment. But now without him here at home, Roy mused that it was probably best he had not been the one to drive him this morning.

He also thought about resigning himself, and going far away. But he knew the pain would just follow him. Sighing, he struggled to his feet and went into the kitchen for a glass of water and ended up staring, sightless, out the window for an unknown amount of time, the empty part of his soul echoing with heartache.

*****

Johnny crawled into the bed when he finally arrived home, intending to only take a quick nap. But the events of the morning catching up to him, and was sound asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow

He didn't know how long he slept but his dreams took on a weirdly soap opera quality, and he realized that he was awake, listening to the sounds of the tv in the living room. He waited until he heard the kitchen faucet running before deciding to get up.

*****

Roy thought he'd finally lost his mind when arms wrapped around him and a warm body pressed against is back. He felt a cheek rest against his neck and warm breath breeze past his ear.

"I love you, Roy. That's what I was trying to tell you. To go home and get some rest. That I was going to be okay and I love you. I love you."

Roy held onto the sink when he felt his knees go weak.

"Johnny." He whispered. "I…I…"

There was so much to say that he couldn't say any of it. He choked on a sob or two. In the background, the drama on TV was reaching its crescendo as the characters were reciting their vows.

"Roy, I love you, and I'm yours, I want to be yours." He paused, listening for a moment before laughing softly and echoing what he'd heard. "Till death do us part."

Roy suddenly shrugged him off. Johnny stumbled backward as Roy spun around, his eyes blazing.

"No."

End

#angstpril2023 #day30 #lost hope #death do us part #emergency!#fic

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housingofhaunthill · 1 year

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resist the warped

indignation

unfeeling break-

fast following

leave of faces

safety in hands

perceive courage

just make me go

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This is a found poem. Source: Jackson, Shirley. The Haunting of Hill House. Penguin Books, 2018. Pgs. 174-180.

#thepoeming #day30

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fangirling-tussisque-noncaelatur · 1 year

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Hangman e Rooster: Una Cronaca di Bob

Fandom: Top Gun (Movies)

Relationships: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw/Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Robert "Bob" Floyd & Natasha "Phoenix" Trace

Characters: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, Robert "Bob" Floyd, Natasha "Phoenix" Trace, Javy "Coyote" Machado, Minor Characters

Additional Tags: Diary/Journal, POV Robert "Bob" Floyd, Top Gun: Maverick Spoilers, Short One Shot, Idiots in Love, Falling In Love, Fluff

Rating: General Audiences

Word Count: 1138

Language: Italiano

Collection: Flufftober 2022 @flufftober 💖☁️

Prompt: Dear Diary (Day 30) 📔

Summary: Caro diario, ma quanto si odiano piacciono Hangman e Rooster?

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sulky-valkyrie · 2 years

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Blindfold

Belated @suck-tember Day 30: Suck ~~~

The mansion was dark when Anders got home save a single oil lamp by the door. A silk blindfold was draped over the chair next to it. He smiled to himself as he hung up his coat, then disrobed completely before sitting down in the chair and trying the blindfold around his head.

Losing sight was incredibly freeing. It made the rasp of the wood against his skin feel rougher, the smell of lamp oil sharper. He leaned back with a contented sigh and waited.

And waited.

Waited some more.

Honestly he was getting a bit bored. Did Fenris fall asleep? He was normally down here by now. His hands twitched in his lap as he fought with the urge to palm himself or pull off the blindfold.

"Did I say you could move?" Fenris' voice echoed across the entrance room. Anyone else saying that would’ve terrified him, but this was Fenris and all he could feel was relief. Read the rest on Ao3

#sucktember2022 #day30 #dragon age #prompt fills #suck #explict #anders #fenris #anders x fenris

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bogusboxed · 1 year

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Boxtober - Day 30: “Letters Written In Blood.”

Day 30: -Nina The Killer (Old Ver.) X GN!Reader “I know what this looks like.” x Dear Diary

-I do not own “Nina The Killer” and do not take credit for her.

Trigger Warning(s): Use of feminine nicknames, PTSD, Violence, Darker topics.

The door creaked as your hand came into contact with it. It’d been weeks since you’d been in your home. You didn’t even know if you’d call it home at this point. However, they swore they sanitized every square inch of your place, and it sure as hell smelt like it. The house might have been cleansed, but the memories that once were there stayed there. The memories of what went down still plague your mind: the taunting, the endless hiding, and the blood. The blood was the worst. You could still mentally picture where every splatter was, yet there was no trace of it ever happening if you told yourself three weeks ago that a serial killer would hunt you down. You’d probably laugh and brush it off. Three weeks ago, you’d been warned multiple times on the news to pack up and leave, but you didn’t.

And that’s left you with a tightly worn bandage coating your left arm. You could feel its strain, reminding you exactly why it was there. That's because of your naive outlook on everything. You almost lost your life to the infamous Jeff the Killer. He had a stupid name, yet that same stupid name made you shiver. That name made you want to crawl up into a ball and vanish. You felt vulnerable and alone. Days ago, you had people surrounding you wishing you well, and now you were by yourself in the same position as the day he attacked you. It is crazy how the media will absorb someone’s trauma for a week and glamorize it to the fullest extent. Then, in a good week or two, they’ll drop it faster than a hot pan.

Your arm was itchy under all of the bandages, but you couldn’t itch it due to the stitches. The stitches were trying their best to cover up the four-inch deep stab wound. However, if the press and the media were good at anything. It was pity, and that pity dead-ass paid all your medical bills. The doctors told you to rest easy to allow the wound to recover. But, how could you rest in the same house where it occurred? You inhaled as you tried to relax, taking it all in even with the feeling he’d try to finish the job.

You stood in your living room silently remembering the joy of being lazy on the couch. But, whenever you tried to think of something good, it’d be ruined by his face. The chlorine was almost enough to burn your nose, but you just weren’t focused enough on that. The house was oddly cold and dark. There were no lights on, and only a sliver of sun came in through the windows from the outside. You were just too scared to interact with any of your surroundings, thinking if you made a noise he’d appear. You took a deep breath, allowing yourself to once again try to adapt to your house. It’d only be a matter of days before people started knocking on your door for interviews and whatnot. You sat awkwardly on your couch like a kid at a family reunion with no one they knew. You let your shoulders drop as you grabbed the black remote on the coffee table. You turned on your TV, letting your fingers get used to the buttons. The first thing shown was your face on the news with the headline “Infamous Jeff the Killer strikes again on an innocent alone at home!” They made you sound pathetic. It couldn’t have been good for your mental health to watch that.

As you were changing the channel, your door’s letter slit was abruptly opened. Your heart dropped and started to race. As you found yourself frozen like a deer in headlights, you just couldn’t bring yourself to think it was him. As you unwillingly looked at the door, it stood the same. It wasn’t ajar or anything. Like nothing had happened. As you were slightly relaxed, your eyes tracked down the door to see a small letter lying at the bottom of the door. Your heart spiked, but not like before. You knew you’d get a few people from the press asking what happened, but not this early. You just got home. You weren’t ready to talk about it yet and have the entire internet mocking you. You swallowed nervously as you got up with caution. You walked to the letter slowly as if it’d explode. You crouched, grabbing the flimsy paper as you brought it to your kitchen table. You looked at the letter as you muttered something.

You dropped it on the table as you backed away. The letter was covered in streaks of crimson. You were at a loss for words. Was this some fucked up prank a teenager pulled? Your mouth was open as you swallowed thickly. Tears soon formed. You were too traumatized from that night to even do anything. You weren’t going to let that night hold you back. At least that's what you told yourself as you opened the red letter. The letter was sealed with a red wax symbol of an O with an X in the middle. As you peeled it off, the paper had red liquid bleeding from it. The ink must have been fresh. You open it slowly. The letter was barely eligible, but you got the message. The letter consisted of asking how great it must have felt and how jealous the person was. You feel disgusted and pity for whoever wrote it.

They fantasized about a guy who was so fucking greasy you could cook seven platters of bacon on his hair alone.

The writing ranged from joy to pure spite. It had threats laced throughout it. It wasn’t your fault that he broke into your house. You had and have no intention of ever seeing him again, let alone in that way. Thinking about him in that way made you want to puke. At the end of the letter were the words "Love XD, Nina The Killer XOXOXO." You looked at your cabinet as you grabbed a piece of paper and a pen. You wrote a letter back stating never to contact you again or you’d get the authorities on them.

You also suggested getting mental help because they liked a real serial killer, which is disgusting. You didn’t want to know if that was real blood or not. As you sealed the letter, you went to your door and slipped the note through. You had no clue if it’d reach them or not, but it put you at ease. It still makes you sick to the core to know that someone idolized that shit-bag. They idolized that man so much that they named themselves after him.

You wondered if it was a mentally-ill teenager who was on the verge of snapping or something else. Good thing you wouldn’t have to wait long to find that out.

It’d now been weeks since this had been going on. Every so often, most of the time at night, you’d get a letter slipped through your door. And you’d read it and proceed to write one back. You didn’t know why you didn’t report them to the police, and neither did they know. Maybe you found some comfort in knowing someone was watching you. Okay, maybe it sounds out of line, but, whoever it was, they promised to take Jeff off your hands if he pulled up. It gave you a sense of assurance that they would do anything for him. You weren’t the most comfortable knowing that fact. You knew they’d probably skin you alive for him, but you were praying for that 5-minute gap of time when they’d be distracted by him.

It was a normal day, like any other day. You woke up, read your letters, and responded. Well, that’s how you thought it was going to go. You walked into your living room to see yet another letter. As you walked to your door and crouched. You heard audio from your television. "SHIT,’ ‘I know what this looks like!" a feminine voice chirped as they turned the audio down. You stood still. Your heart was racing unevenly as your hands began to tremble. Your palms grew sweaty as your vision blurred. Someone was in your house. You reached for the doorknob, but you were quickly stopped by a much stronger force.

"Please, no please." you stopped as someone had a strong grip on your side as he did. You gave up, unable to fight back. You didn’t have the mental capacity for it. You could feel your insides start to hyperventilate as you made no move to run. As you felt tears effortlessly run down your face. You could feel yourself making quick pleas to whoever was standing between you.

"Bestie, cheer up, it’s going to be okay," the lady said behind you. "I'm not here to hurt you, BFF," she cheerfully said as you froze, attempting to turn. She slowly faced you with a large-cut smile like him. You faced the ground, shaking your head violently. "Chillax," she hummed as she forced you to look at her. She wore all-scene clothing, from the Kandi on her wrists to the colored raccoon hair. You didn't understand how she could act so normal under the circumstances that she had just broken into your house and had been stalking you for weeks on end. You felt her grab your hand. She transferred one of her bracelets to you. She brought you in for a hug. "It’s okay, bestie, don't let your crown fall," she smiled. You couldn’t speak. "I—Are you the one giving me letters?" you asked her quietly. "Yes babe, that’s me." she laughed excitedly when you recognized her. "Kinda happy I fucked up 'cause now I can tote just take what Jeff’s touched!" she chirped. "Huh?" your eyes slowly darted to her blue ones. "Imma be the next crime scene cleaner and cherish what he’s left, bestie!" she told you her plan. "Ever wonder where your used bandages go?’ ‘had to take 'em!’ ‘They smell just like him," she spoke as if it was normal to say those things.

"Nina?" you looked at her for her answer. "Yep, that’s me, Nina!’ ‘You should totes get MySpace and add me hon!" she rang. You flinched in pain as you looked at your arm. The bandage was turning a crimson red quickly. "Lemme clean it for you." she smiled as if she couldn’t bear to do anything else. She dragged you to your kitchen. She grabbed the correct medical supply. She’s been stalking you. She knew where everything was and how everything was supposed to go. It sent a quick and urgent chill down your spine. She grabbed both of your sides and placed you onto the countertop with ease. "Your BFF is here to clean that wound." She posed with a scalp to cut the bandage. You weren’t sure why you weren’t running or screaming. Maybe you were just in shock.

Nina carefully grabbed your arm and started to cut the bandage. Your tears fell onto the top of her hand. She squinted her eyes at you as she tried to ignore them. "This still has the DNA of him’ ‘Y'know, it takes seven months for the touch to fully go!" Nina hummed as you felt a heavy weight on the inside. "Why haven’t you gone after him’ ‘why are you still here with me?" you choked out of your light sobs. "Because queen his DNA is still here plus I have no fucking clue where he is ‘I’m trying to find my Jeffie poo and when I do I’ll leave" Nina chuckled as she purposefully touched the inside of your wound. You flinched. She raised her digits to her mouth with a smile. She licked the blood. You sat there aggressively staring. It wasn’t like you could do anything else in your state. You didn’t know, but you felt scared and even saddened to hear she would leave you. You were scared he was going to strike again, and you wanted her to keep you safe. "I-I don’t want you to go," you whispered. But she heard you fully. Her motion came to a full stop as she looked at you. In complete and utter shock. "Huh?" her voice was soft and confused. "I’m scared." you don’t know why you were telling her, but you felt inclined to. She looked to the ground.

"No one’s said that before," she said quietly, almost to the point where you didn’t even hear her. Almost in disbelief, someone could feel the need to have her around. "Coolio", Nina played it off as she tightened your bandage. "Looks good!" she smiled harder as you scooted yourself off the counter. "T-Thank you." you were still shaken up, but you managed to spit it out. "Your welcome bestie" she posed as if she was going to take a photo. She hummed something incoherent as she soon left the room by skipping out. You could still hear her, but you knew she wasn’t going to stay for long.

You stood still for a while, not sure how to take it all in properly or even what to say about what had just happened to you, so you just stood there. Your breath was uneven from the sudden rush of adrenaline you’d just been forced to have. You weren’t sure why you had no intention of calling for help, and it made you feel worse that she trusted you enough not to do anything. She knew your home better than you did. She knew what your thinking process was, leaving you defenseless from her wrath. Her wrath was that she invaded your personal space whenever she felt like it. But, for some reason, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. You liked her company because she was the only one to stick around even when your case wasn’t a top priority anymore.

You liked being special in her eyes, even if it was fucked up. But, you weren’t even sure why. So, that's why you found it in yourself to research her name. As you loaded up your laptop, wary of her watching you, you didn’t feel like she was. And as the computer fully processed, you opened up your search engine. You typed up her made-up name as you watched the results spike. She was on the news in central parts of your state and you had no clue. You could feel something on the inside being induced into a sense of pain. She’d hurt people for that monster. Though she hadn’t killed anyone besides her family, she was still a major problem. You felt sick when you felt a sense of relief come through. You felt safe. You shouldn’t have felt safe; you should've felt something far from it. From the article, you see it’d been a few years since everything had gone down and she had recently turned twenty-three.

And even after all these years, she still had MySpace and wore what she wanted. She had no intention of even giving up. She enjoyed following him to the ends of the earth. Even if it meant being shown on the news to thousands of people who may have known her. She didn’t care if she made herself vulnerable in anyone's eyes; she just wanted to be with him. Even if it killed her, that was something you didn’t understand. You didn’t get why she loved him so much. You tried to understand, but it never worked out. You saw her as more than a friend. Even if you didn't have nearly the connection she had to Jeff, you still cared for her. And it made you feel terrible that she could view someone in that light. You felt the urge to try and change her. You knew that it would never work, but a part of you wanted to try it. Try and fix her. Even if that was impossible. She had the heart to change, but you just couldn’t figure out if you were enough to change her. As you shut down, comforted with the amount of research you’d done on her. You thought to yourself, thinking of any way to help her condition out as you made your way to bed.

As you changed and shifted beneath your covers, you were just trying to figure out your life. You could hear your breath stifle. You wanted to keep her around, but she was just too mentally out of it. You could never be enough for her. You could never provide the adrenaline she so desperately wanted, but you wanted to. You didn’t want to hurt anyone but also liked her being around. She brought you comfort when no one else did with her notes. Even if, at times, it felt like you were reading her own personal diary with the way she started her letters. You eventually fall right asleep, feeling the warmth of the blankets surrounding you.

It was deep in the night, whilst you had been asleep, that you awoke to the sound of footsteps in your home. You didn’t mind at first due to being delirious from just waking up. You were about to go back to sleep as you tiredly rubbed your eyes when you suddenly heard something fall. It sounded like metal hitting the floor, like dropping a pan or two on the kitchen floor. And it makes your heart spike as you snap yourself up from the comfort of your sheets. The room suddenly wasn’t nearly as comfortable as it was moments ago, and you could feel your heart racing. Your hair stuck to your forehead as your hands shook violently, not knowing what to do.

You weren’t going to leave the comfort of your room to investigate. You couldn’t. You mentally and physically couldn’t because of the way you froze. But, the more you sat on your mattress, the more you questioned if the event had even happened or not. If you had even heard the metal in the first place, or if you were just having a traumatic response, and against all odds, you found yourself getting out of bed, even when you swore up and down you wouldn’t. Still, you were getting out of the comfort of your bed to discover the truth. To see if there was someone or if it was all in your mind. Though you had to admit, a part of you felt it was Nina in your kitchen.

You fumbled with your doorknob as you could feel yourself instinctively hesitate. But, still, you managed to get through your anxieties and push through literally. And as you made it through, you couldn’t hear much of anything anymore. You allowed your guard to fall as you walked to the kitchen, assuming that’s where the noise had stemmed from. You looked around to see muddy footprints on the flooring. You froze, seeing various intrusive images of that night run through your head. Those footprints looked much too large to be yours or Nina’s. They looked too dirty and different to be either of yours. Someone was inside your house, and you hadn’t the slightest idea who it was. You could feel your heart getting into flight or fight mode as you made a dash for the landline phone. And as you reached for it, you were pushed to the floor.

"Not so fast," a familiar male voice said to you as you pressed up against a cabinet on the floor. You cursed to yourself, looking up at the figure as you started to hyperventilate, seeing the unforgettable face of Jeff The Killer. He was back to finish the job. To finish what he started. He had his knife in one hand as he had the phone in the other. He raised his knife as he cut the cord. He tossed the now useless phone next to you as you shifted away. You could feel sweat forming just from the reckless action you took with no thought. He, on the other hand, seemed entertained by your state. He looked at you then, at his knife as he held it to the side, letting the light hit it. And as the artificial rays blared onto the metal, you could see a crimson color staining the grey. You swallowed hard, knowing he was only there to mock your terrifled look.

You tried to get away further as he tilted his head, getting closer to your trembling form. "Go to sleep," he tried to announce as glass shattered to your left. A smaller figure made themselves present as they jumped around recklessly. "OMG Jeffy poo!" Nina’s high-pitched voice rang throughout the building as he froze in place. His features formed into an annoyed glare as he pulled himself away from you, seeing as he had larger problems to deal with. "I thought I told you to stay the fuck away!" he cursed at her loudly as she frowned comically. She seemed almost animated with the way she responded to his criticism. "But I love you!" Nina raised her voice to match Jeff’s as he huffed and approached her violently. He was uncontrollable with the way he made his way to her as she just hopped around in excitement.

You decided to take this as your five-minute gap to get out of the situation. And as you unwillingly got up abruptly from your stop, you could feel an ounce of pity buried in your stomach as you turned back. You could see her figure being optimistic as he was only violent in the way he walked. He adjusted his grip on his knife and you felt your soul get mentally crushed. You moved without thinking as you pursued Jeff, grabbing his wrist just in time. He had his knife aiming right for her neck as you held his wrist, stopping him. You could’ve just let it happen, but you didn’t. You defended her from being killed. Nina bounced back way too late, and you could see a glimpse of betrayal in her eyes.

"No fucking way," Jeff muttered, looking at your grip as he eased away from you. He laughed at you defending her, finding it extremely comedic that you’d try to save her. Nina stood behind it all with a gaze like no other. She looked between the both of you as her eyebrows furrowed. She got in between the both of you as Jeff tried again. She fought back, defending you in the process. You pushed yourself backward keeping yourself away from the aggressive violence taking place right in front of you. You’d manage to change Nina’s perspective. If only for a moment. She changed it for a subtle moment and changed everything just to protect you. As the two fought viciously, you could only sit back and watch. You had the urge to run, but you couldn’t leave Nina there even if you weren’t much help.

You could see blood spatter on the floor as it had once before, but only now it wasn’t you. It was his. It was his blood he was losing to her. He was going to die at her hands if only she had the willpower. Though, as much as you wished she’d just killed him, it wasn’t possible in her mental process as Jeff lay sprawled out on the floor. He was out cold, just lying motionlessly with blood running effortlessly from his nose. Nina pulled away, huffing with visible teary eyes. His cheeks ran with tears as she turned to you with a soft gaze. You instantly stood still as she ran to you, hugging you. Her tear-stained face was only submerged in more tears as she cried into your shoulder. She muttered multiple "thank you’s" and other things to praise you as you just took it in. You couldn’t do much for her state, as she just thanked you. She was thankful to you for saving her life, just like she’d done for you. And it seemed like letters would never be enough to keep them together. Changing the twisted thoughts into something sweeter. Something that wouldn’t hurt and, without knowing it, you saved each other from a dreadful end at the hands of Jeff.

A/N - Happy Halloween!! Enjoy this longer post! Also I apologize for any mistakes made I'm extremely sleepy rn! <3

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