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brandnewhuman · 2 years

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Hello!

I was wondering if I may request some headcannons on how any of the slashers you would like to do would react if their S/O either jokingly or spitefully body slammed them?

Or if you can't think of anything for that maybe how they would react if their S/O was able to successfully win in a playful wrestling match?

I love your writing <3 It's made me laugh so much! Thank you!!

SLASHERS GETTING

HUMBLED BY THEIR S/O

☆STARRING☆

Bo sinclair☆ aka greasy horny man

Michael myers ☆ aka stinky angry bastard

Asa Emory ☆ aka unhinged bug honorary dilf

CONTENT:

Tw: canon violence, Michael, Asa, mature language

A/N: ç_ç thank you so much. I love this request, sorry if it has took me so long to finish it but I've been very busy lately. Anyhow i love me some well deserved slasher bullying^^ most of them sometimes really need to get body slammed into humbleness 👹

BO SINCLAIR:

You hated when Bo had to go out of town to buy certain things

You always missed him so much and he would be gone for hours since the nearest town is really far

It all started with you holding his hands to stop him from zipping up his coverall

"What are you trying to do, doll?" He knew you so well that you couldn't even try to hide your intentions anymore

You let go of his hands to hug him but then he did the unspeakable

HE TICKLED YOU. WITHOUT ANY REMORSE WHATSOEVER

Caught by surprise you moved without thinking and just downright body slammed him on the bed

In your defence you didn't meant to, you acted on reflex

The way he was looking at you tho

He was flabbergasted, it seemed as he just witnessed you killing someone

"Did you…how the fuck did you do it??" He frowned looking at you like you were an alien

You still had him pinned on the bed and after the initial shock you just bursted out in laughter

Even you were caught by surprise by what you did

And he took it personally

He was like "you know what? Maybe violence is the solution"

So he pushed your arms against you (without hurting you of course) and rolled over so he was now the one pinning you against the bed

"Hey! No fair!! I wasn't even paying attention" and with that he got caged under you once again

The amounts of times he tried to overpower you failing miserably were concerning

Truth be told you were having the time of your life doing this

He was just getting his ego obliterated everytime

It got to a point where you had to take mercy on him and allow him to win

Which he noticed and made him lose his marbles

"ARE YOU SERIOUSLY LETTING ME WIN? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON"

i- i can't GUYS I CAN'T

The trip out of town was long forgotten and the two of you kept doing this shit until you body slammed him again, pinning him successfully on the ground without him being able to move

He was just wiggling under you almost on the verge of a mental breakdance about his ego getting destroyed like this

"OKAY YOU WIN. FUCKING HELL" "aaaw you give up so easily?"

Bro face went through all the shades of red and just closed his eyes trying to keep his cool

One could think that because of Bo's past he was really mad but he trusts you so much that he knows that all of this is just playing around

That doesn't help the fact that he will pout for days about this saying that you didn't play nice

If you ever tell anyone about this he can and will throw you in one of Lester's dumpsters pit of roadkill

Can he tho? I mean if you don't beat his ass again maybe

Bro will swear on god that he let you win and you were just lucky

Once he accepts that he got his shit wrecked he will tell you to "instead of using that to bully your lovely boyfriend you should do it on victims"

If you ever happen to successfully bodyslam and overpower one of those cocky bastards that always get on Bo's nerves making the whole killing them harder than it should be he will make sure to thank you properly. aka seggs time with our greasy man

MICHAEL MYERS:

Sometimes life gets boring, even for the boogeyman himself

I can't remember who said but i read in one Michael Myers headcanon that he has like a very dry sense of humour, like he lives on inside jokes that only him and his malfunctioning unhinged brain can understand

So when he gets bored he finds SO INCREDIBLY HILARIOUS to prank you

And by prank you I mean what Michael thinks is a prank which consists in disturbing your inner peace by scaring you with the most stupid shit he can pull off

Today we're taking a trip back in time and use a classic stunt that Michael seems to always find super funny

Dressing up as a ghost to just come out of the blue and scare your soul out of your body

Safe to say he didn't expected to get attacked like this

He planned everything so the prank could actually work

Michael made sure to disappear for three days so he can get that surprise effect

He waited until it was late at night when you usually start to get ready for bed

You were kind of worried about Michael. You're used to him to be out longer but never more than two days.

You were scared that something might had happened to him but even if you knew you wouldn't be able to find him and help him

The fact that you were being so nice to EVEN WORRY ABOUT THIS BITCH

He put on the white bedsheet and putting at use his sneaky abilities he got inside your room and slowly walked towards you

You had you back facing him. You mindlessly brushed your hair as your concern for Michael invaded your mind

For the first time in his life he couldn't hold back the big smile he had at the thought of your face contorted in fear. This man is having the best of moment of his fucking life at your expenses

It only took Michael to put one (1) hand on your shoulder for you to choose violence

Okay I want you all to collectively imagine this

A tall ass deranged bitch with a bedsheet over them getting brutally slammed against the fucking floor by who he thought was a peaceful and incapable of harm person

To add to that fucking glitch in the simulation keep in mind said bitch is the eVil inCarnAted, the mf shape of haddonfield

AND AS IF IT WASN'T ENOUGH YOU TOOK HIM DOWN SO FAST HE GOT DIZZY SO HE COULDN'T EVEN DEFEND HIMSELF

bro was taking the ego violation like a champ laying on that floor

Before land what would be a avenger threat level of a punch in his face you thought well of taking the sheet of so you could see who was the son of a bitch that had the audacity of try you

"WHO THE FUCK ARE Y- oh, Michael?...w- MICHAEL"

What an unexpected turn of events, it's YOUR son of a bitch

He was glad of having on his mask too cause mate this is embarrassing

He was questioning life and watching the world spinning around while simultaneously trying to understand how to get over the fact he has been body slammed by you

He snapped his eyes at you and in that moment he was like "ight, you wanna do this? LET'S DO IT. COME ON, YOU AND ME"

Fair to say he took this whole thing very personally

"Michael?..mi- no. Don't you fucking d-"

Congrats, you now have to wrestle with Michael Audrey Myers

He used all his tricks, bringing out the big dogs and all.

He even attempted to tickle your horny side by choking you so he could make you lose focus enough for him to put you in place

Didn't work, too angry mikey boy

At this point it was just sad how the two of you, both grown adults, kept going with this

You two clowns kept going, making a mess all around you

It all lasted until you straight up blocked Michael against the floor making moving or getting up successfully impossible for him

"STAY THE FUCK DOWN MICHAEL GODDAMMIT."

he groaned out of anger and frustration. He didn't have any dignity left so he just gave up

That night he didn't even went near you and when you tried to ask him if he was okay because you felt guilty about possibly hurting him he almost took killing you in consideration

After that shit he just kept trying to get the upper hand over you out of spite.

Baby boy is not going to forget this until he dies

And you successfully humble him every time

ASA EMORY:

He kind of deserves this, being that much of a menace while getting cocky about it too can't he be healthy. He surely needs a reality check

You were one of Asa favourites, his pet if you will

The thing is that you knew perfectly how easy would be for you to just put him in his place and go away

He apparently wasn't aware of this and if he was he never said anything

YOU allowed HIM so many things

I know what everyone is thinking now "why would I stay or allow that if I can do something about it?"

You always had that "I can fix him" sort of mentality

You met Asa at the University, you were colleagues and for a while you thought you both were like in love for real

Turns out bro was a psycho turning people into insects as a side hobby

Maybe it was the Stockholm syndrome kicking in but you stayed because you actually care about him and you know deep inside he could be a good person

Yeah you're kinda dumb I'm sorry

But not everything sucks. Being Asa fav it's actually quite nice if you like don't put at work your brain cells too much

Lately though he has been noticing something. And he actually felt kinda stupid for not noticing before

You never did anything to fight him and if you did it was almost like you were restraining yourself from hurting him seriously

Now I think that Asa is one of the few slashers who would be willing to sacrifice his ego just for the sake of knowing everything about you that could be useful

So one day, he decided to find out if you were really holding back or it was just him imagining things

It all happened so fast, one minute he was just putting makeup on you as always and the next he was trying to stab your face with one of his knife he hided in his pocket

You immediately stop his arm from hitting your face, holding Asa wrist and looking at him wide eyed

"What the fuck was that for?!" He tried to hit you again with his free hand and now you had to get back away from him ending up in falling from where you were sitting

He kept trying to attack you without answering your continuous questions

You tried mostly to dodge everything without actually hitting him back but when he caged you against the floor trying to slice your throat you just had to do something

You were blocking him by pushing with your own forearm against the his to keep the black of the knife off your skin

You could feel your strength starting to falter in your arm so you just managed to free one of your legs to land your knee between his legs hard enough for him to get off of you

That gave you the time to swiftly switch positions slamming his big frame against the hard ground and snatching the knife from him, throwing it far away from both of you

"Stop! What's wrong with you!!?" There's a whole two part movie about that babe

He was just looking at you in awe and now has finally stopped moving

When you felt him relax you slowly let him go but kept on alert for any sign he might start fighting again

He slowly took off his mask and looked at you with a soft gaze, a small smile tugging on the corners of his mouth. One hand reached up towards your face to cupped your cheek, stopping briefly when you flinched slightly

The realisation hit him so hard that it almost knocked out the air of his lungs.

You could've escaped a long time ago, you could've defended yourself at any given moment and just left him behind. Hell you could've even killed him if you really wanted to but you never did. You silently let him do whatever he wanted without never doing anything to hurt him

It was fascinating, he had never experienced something like this. He looked at you like it was the first he really did see your truly, that he noticed every little special thing about you were things you let him see because you wanted to and not because he pushed them out of you

You did really like him and you genuinely cared for him. This knowledge was something weirdly comforting for him

Lately the idea of you merely fearing him was not enough, he wanted you to need him and want him

And now that he knew you were capable of just raw strength and capacity of defending yourself but never used it against him is, for the first time in his life, making him feel butterflies tickling his insides.

You were still on top of him, just looking down into his face clueless and confused but leaning on his touch nonetheless oblivious to the fact that Asa was now starting to believe you were becoming more of only a pet for him.

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blu-joons · 2 years

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When He Raises His Voice At You During An Argument ~ Stray Kids Reaction

Bang Chan:

Your glare got firm as soon as the volume of Chan’s voice got louder opposite you. “Why are you shouting?” You simply asked him once he went silent.

“I don’t know,” he whispered with a shrug, “I don’t really know why I’m shouting.”

The initial tension that Chan had very quickly disappeared as he looked across at you. “How are we supposed to figure any of this out if one of us decides to start yelling?”

“I can talk,” Chan assured you, letting go of a deep breath. “I promise that I’m not going to start yelling anymore.”

“Are you sure that you can be composed?”

A quick nod of the head came from Chan in reply to you, “I’m not shouting, I’m calm. We can both be grownups and just talk this out, right?”

“Well, I thought that was what we were doing a couple of minutes ago,” you replied, “do you want to try again and talk to me?”

“I do,” Chan weakly smiled, “I hate the fact that we’re angry at each other, I just want to sort this all out Y/N.”

“Me too,” you replied, “I think that’s the first thing that we’ve agreed on all day today.”

“It’s a start at least.”

Lee Know:

The moment that Minho’s voice got louder, you took a step back from him and towards the door. “Is this how it’s going to be between the two of us?”

“Like what?” Minho asked you much more calmly, “we’re trying to figure this out.”

Your head shook back at him firmly, “one of us is trying to sort this out, the other has decided to start shouting in order to try and get themselves heard and shut me down.”

“I didn’t yell,” Minho tried to protest, “it was just a slight raise of the voice to try and make my point to you.”

“You can’t try and justify that as not yelling.”

A sigh came from Minho as he realised that the two of you had ended up taking a step back again. “I won’t yell anymore, I promise.”

“I don’t believe you,” you admitted, “I think it’s maybe best if we leave this for a while and come back to it later.”

“Where are you going?” Minho asked, “you really don’t want to sort this out now?”

“I think I just need some space.”

Changbin:

The expression on your face was the only sign that Changbin needed to know to stop as soon as his voice got louder. “I don’t have to be here you know.”

“Sorry,” he hurriedly told you, “I don’t know what came over me then.”

The mood quickly changed, with the two of you seeming to take two steps back. “I came over because you told me you wanted to apologise, not yell.”

“I do want to apologise,” Changbin tried his best to encourage, “I really didn’t mean to yell at you just then Y/N.”

“There’s a lot you don’t mean to do.”

Changbin’s head nodded, allowing you to have your dig in reply to him. “I’m trying here, my voice only got louder because I want to fix this.”

“Then speak to me,” you simply shrugged, “you know I’m within an arm’s length of that door to walk right back through.”

“I don’t want you to do that,” Changbin sighed, “just stay, I promise that they’ll be no more shouting from me.”

“There better not be,” you frowned, “because I’m not afraid to go.”

“I know, but please, don’t.”

Hyunjin:

Your arms folded across your chest as Hyunjin’s voice raised, shaking your head across at him. “Done?” You asked once he’d got it all off of his chest.

“Done?” He quizzed, “why are you suddenly speaking to me like that?”

Your eyes widened at the confidence that he had in his reply to you. “I’m speaking to you like this because I refuse to listen to you when you’re shouting at me.”

“Shouting? I wasn’t shouting then,” Hyunjin slightly laughed back across at you, “I can shout if you want me too.”

“I can see that you want to carry this on.”

An exasperated sigh came from Hyunjin, realising that if anything things were getting worse. “I apologise if you think that I shouted.”

“I don’t think you shouted, I know,” you corrected, “but if you want to speak to me calmly, maybe I’ll listen this time.”

“I’m calm,” Hyunjin assured you, holding his hands up in his own defence, “if I shout, then I’ll let you stop me.”

“I’ll do more than stop you,” you warned, “I’ll just walk away Hyunjin.”

“Alright, I’ll just talk now.”

Han:

You waited for Jisung to finish speaking before looking back at him. “What are you playing at?” You yelled, taking him by complete surprise as he jumped at your tone.

“Why are you shouting?” He asked, “what’s suddenly changed?”

A scoff came from you as Jisung asked his question. “I’m shouting because you’re shouting. I’m shouting to get you to see that shouting isn’t helping anyone.”

“Was I shouting?” Jisung asked, convicned that he had managed to stay calm, only for your head to shake.

“You didn’t even realise you were doing it?”

His head shook too, looking across at you nervously. “If I knew that I was shouting I wouldn’t have carried it on, maybe I just got loud.”

“You’re constantly loud,” you slightly joked in reply to Jisung, “imagine how loud you are shouting at someone instead.”

“I know,” he frowned, offering you a weak smile, “I promise that I’ll keep my voice at a normal level from now on.”

“Good,” you chuckled, “but if you don’t, I’ll start shouting at you again.”

“That’s a fair deal.”

Felix:

There was a moment of silence as Felix’s voice raised, with your eyes looking back at him straight away. “Finished?” You simply asked as he calmed himself down.

“Yeah,” he sighed, “I don’t really know where that came from.”

Your head nodded in agreement with Felix, “I’m listening to you, I don’t know why you’re shouting at me to try and do something? What even was the point of that?”

“I don’t feel like I’m getting my point across,” Felix admitted, “I guess it was just me getting frustrated about nothing.”

“I do get you, even if you think I don’t.”

A soft sigh came from Felix, “it’s not that I think that you don’t get me, I just don’t really know how to say what I want to say to you.”

“Then just talk,” you suggested instead, “shouting is only going to get you angrier and end up making things worse Felix.”

“You’re right,” he frowned, smiling weakly across at you, “I’m sorry for raising my voice, especially when it was unneeded.”

“Just relax,” you proposed, “I get it more than you think I do you know.”

“I know, you’re so understanding.”

Seungmin:

You didn’t quite know where to look as Seungmin’s voice got louder, completely taken aback. “Where did that come from?” You asked him straight away.”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged back at you, “sorry, that was stupid of me.”

You sat yourself down, staring across at Seungmin blankly. “When did things get so bad between the two of us that we felt that we needed to start shouting at each other?”

“I’ve got no idea,” he sighed as he sat down too, “this isn’t us Y/N, we never, ever, raise our voices at one another.”

“I don’t like this version of us.”

Seungmin hummed back across at you as you spoke, “do you reckon maybe we could try and talk normally again? I promise that I will.”

“We should just talk, like we always do,” you added, “no talking over each other or trying to tell each other that they’re wrong.”

“I prefer it that way,” Seungmin agreed, “the last thing that I ever want to do is start raising my voice at you.”

“I hate it,” you chuckled, “you’re not the sort of person that’s built for shouting.”

“Honestly, my throat kills now.”

I.N:

Your eyes widened as the volume from Jeongin got louder. “Shall I just go? Because there’s no talking to you when you decide to shout pointlessly like this.”

“Sorry,” Jeongin immediately told you. “That was completely uncalled for.”

The anger was still bubbling in you, taken aback by Jeongin’s sudden raised voice. “Where does shouting get you? Why can’t you just talk to me like adults do together?”

“You’re right, we should just talk,” Jeongin huffed back across at you, “I guess I was just trying to get you to listen to me.”

“What even was the point of that?”

Jeongin didn’t quite know where to look as he noticed your stare in his direction. “I’m sorry, that was a pointless thing for me to even do.”

“I’m not someone that you can just shout at like that,” you warned Jeongin with a stare, “we were talking like grownups, or so I thought.”

“Where are you going?” Jeongin asked as he noticed you starting to back off towards the front door once again.

“I need some air,” you told Jeongin with a huff, “I’ll let you know where I am when I decide.”

“I guess I’ll see you in a bit.”

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karatekels · 6 months

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All’s Fair – Chapter 2

Thanks for your patience, everyone! We should be done this story in the next chapter, but I've added some sexy Terry here to tide you over!

Chapter 1

TW: Teasing, coercion, dubcon, groping, fingering, Terry Silver being manipulative and hot about it

Terry’s POV:

A fair? Terry thinks to himself, watching your incessant hopping next to him while standing in line for something called the Drop Tower. Your sweet little surprise was better suited to a toddler than to him. He supposes it’s fitting for you to choose something like this; everything about you oozed a sort of childlike innocence and sense of wonder.

He isn’t sure exactly what it is about you that initially drew his attention – he had been with people far more attractive, intelligent, and powerful than you. Dozens of them, in fact, though he had long stopped bothering to keep count.

He assumes that that’s part of your appeal.

You were so inexperienced, so innocent, that the thought of getting you close enough to let him take all of that from you and keep it for himself forever has him absolutely thrilled. Bagging you required the polar opposite of his typical, more… active pursuits of someone that he wanted to fuck; a test of his patience, his self-control, and his ability to pull you into his web until you were in so deep that you would never get away of your own volition.

The loud hiss of the ride's hydraulics startles him out of his thoughts as the ride shoots another group of screaming people into the sky, making him tense up.

That was another issue altogether.

Terry had made a habit of avoiding crowds – apart from classier, quieter events – since returning from Vietnam. Being around this many people running and screaming, even if it was from happiness and excitement, has him on edge. Add that to the loud noises coming from the machines and the thought of being shot into the air, and he is already starting to fall into the dark pit of PTSD.

He digs his nails into his palms and forces himself to take deep, steadying breaths, then turns to look at you. Sweet and innocent as you are, he finds that you help ground him in a way. Something like you could never be associated with the horrors of that godforsaken jungle.

The way you act as a repellant to his dark memories and hallucinations makes him want to swallow you whole, to keep you inside of him so that he never has to worry about them rearing their ugly heads again.

Almost as if you had heard his thoughts, you turn and look up at him, flashing a dazzling smile that has something inside him purring with satisfaction. You are positively smitten with him; it’s written all over your beautiful face. You had remembered your little discussion about a funfair from months ago and decided to give him a taste of the childhood he’d never had. So sweet, so giving… and he’s so, so ready to take.

He had slowly been working you through your anxieties and nerves about being intimate, as Margaret would call it. Terry knows that your defences are crumbling, and he thinks it’s high time he pushed past them. He didn’t have a decade to let you gradually get to the point where he could bend you over wherever and whenever he wished; he isn’t a patient man, and he’s been pushed to his limits by you.

If he just took you, skipping all of the steps in between, you might be hurt, sure, but it would speed up the process greatly. Then you could both go back a few steps and he could teach you to enjoy the experience.

And enjoy it you would.

“We’re next, we’re next!” you chirp happily, and he turns to watch the ride come down and free its occupants. He looks at the lap bar and over-the-shoulder restraints with skepticism.

“Babes, I don’t think they’re gonna let me ride this with you,” he says in a low voice, keeping the optimism he feels out of his tone.

“Why not?” you ask with a frown, your forehead creasing.

“I think I’m too big,” he replies, a tad smug.

Sure enough, as he goes to take the seat on the ride next to you, the restraint that pulls over his head cannot accommodate his broad shoulders. Letting out an exaggerated sigh, he slips off the ride. You make to join him, but he puts a firm hand on the lap bar, keeping you in place.

“You should still go on the ride, doll. I’ll be waiting right here.”

“Are you sure?” you ask, kicking your feet where they hang down beneath you. “I don’t mind skipping this one.”

“Nah, are you kidding? Watching you having fun’ll be a blast! And I get to keep my feet on the ground,” he jokes.

“Scared of heights, Mr. Silver?” you tease, giggling at your little joke. He forces himself to chuckle in return. You’ll pay for that insinuation.

“We’ll see who has the last laugh when you’re done screaming your little head off.” Soon enough, he’ll have you screaming more than any damned carnival ride…

He removes himself from the proximity of the ride, moving to stand on the other side of the fence, still right across from you. He stares directly into your eyes and raises a challenging eyebrow at you. You blush, and he drinks in the sight greedily. You have a determined look on your face, but he sees the look of shock spread across it the instant you start to shoot into the air. He observes your ascent with a small, amused smile, hearing your exhilarated shrieks as they rise through the sky with you.

The ride sends you up and down repeatedly, and Terry watches not only your hair rise and fall around your head at the motion, but your skirt moving in a similar way, baring more and more of your legs to your audience below.

You’re a fucking tease, and you probably don’t even know the meaning of the word.

There’s a sudden low, appreciative whistle from off to his left, and his eyes flit to another man enjoying the view.

“Damn, she’s got legs for days!” the man leers with a laugh, and Terry immediately sees red, still on edge from all of the triggers this place was teeming with. He’s grabbed the man by the collar before he even seems to realize it, and pulls him close.

“If you want to keep your eyes in your skull, walk away,” he growls, and the guy turns white as a sheet as he takes in Terry’s infuriated expression. He throws his hands up in immediate surrender – Terry scoffs immediately at the man’s weakness; this punk really thought he was worthy of even looking at you? – and Terry roughly pushes the man in the chest, releasing his grip on his shirt and watching as the man slinks off before he turns his attention back to you, where it belonged.

The ride is coming to an end, slowly lowering you back to the ground. Your cheeks are flushed, your hair is a wild mess about your head, and your eyes are bright in your excitement.

He feels his cock twitch against his thigh, and feels a pang of jealousy. He should be the reason you look like this, not some cheap thrill ride.

Your safety restraints are removed and you come skipping over to him, giggling breathlessly and tossing yourself into his arms, burying your face in his shirt. Well, if these silly rides had you acting like this – throwing yourself at him, that is – the perhaps humoring your little idea of a date night would be worth the trouble after all.

“See? It wasn’t scary at all!” you inform him proudly, beaming up at him.

“Really? You could have fooled me, with all the screaming you were doing,” he retorts with a smirk, taking your face in one hand and relishing in how your blush deepens for him. With his free hand he smooths your hair back into place, trying to tame your wild curls. He finds he’s taking a surprising amount of pleasure in treating you like his little doll, and from the way that he can feel your pulse speed up through his grip on your lower jaw, you clearly like it too.

“Thank you,” you coo sweetly up at him, standing up on your toes to kiss him.

He purrs into your mouth, pulling you flush against him – best start pushing for more now. He keeps his lips on yours for a moment more once you start trying to squirm out of his grip; you need to remember who is in charge here. Eventually, he relents, satisfied by the dazed look in your eyes.

“So what’s next, babygirl?” he croons, pressing you to speak more – your voice took on a delicious, husky quality when you were turned on.

“The… log ride?” you say hesitantly, as though unsure of what to do with yourself in your dazed state. “The log ride!” you repeat with more conviction, once you gain a bit of your composure back.

Christ, he thinks to himself as you tug him through the throng of people. Claiming your virginity had better be worth all of this.

He’ll make sure it is.

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While he found what was supposedly the appeal of the log ride disgusting – being splashed with treated, reused, communal water – the ride did have some benefits. You being seated between his legs had been a big one. He had snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his crotch, and used you to shield him from most of the water. You had shrieked with laughter, slapping the tops of his thighs with playful indignation, and he was able to enjoy how good you looked wet, your dress plastered to your body and emphasizing your curves.

He had been appreciating it, that is, until he once again caught more pairs of eyes on you than just his own. He had immediately taken off his jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders to conceal your body. You were clearly charmed by his chivalry, attributing the gesture to him being worried you were cold. The action also had the added benefit of revealing his arms and chest, now prominently visible in just his white T-shirt, and it resulted in other men immediately becoming wary of letting their eyes roam over you. A real win-win, in his opinion.

You had dragged him to the teacups next, and he had taken great joy in spinning the disc in the middle of your seats as firmly and quickly as possible while you begged him to stop. He had never been one to get dizzy, gleefully feeling the inertia of the ride sliding you around the seats next to him, pushing you further and further into his side until he swears your body will just absorb into his own, letting him own you fully and completely, as he should.

You are now incredibly woozy after the ride has ended, clinging to him for dear life as you stumble along beside him, and a shiver of desire moves through him as he controls you like a marionette. You’re drier after the ride, but he insists you continue wearing his jacket anyway; he doesn’t need any further exacerbations to his temper. He leaves you on a bench, keeping one eye on you the entire time as he moves to a booth selling food, buying something to settle your stomach.

Taking a seat on the bench next to you, he watches your lips close around the straw of your gingerale, sipping it gratefully. You then immediately tear into the bag of cinnamon-sugar mini-donuts that he had seen you eyeing every time you passed them since you had arrived. They are far too sweet for him, but hearing the soft moan escape your lips at your first taste has him all but demanding a taste of his own.

He leans in to kiss you, and you giggle against his lips before he takes it a step further, tracing your lips with the tip of his tongue to lick the crumbs from your flesh. You let out a whimper and he seizes the opportunity, slipping his tongue into your mouth, one arm wrapped tight around you and keeping you flush against his chest with your hands trapped between you, his other hand in your hair, holding your head in place. He can feel you trying to push against him, but he only squeezes you tighter until you relax in his grip, timidly kissing him back. Good girl.

Not wanting to make a scene (for the sake of his own reputation), he releases you for your good behaviour, and it takes you a minute to be able to bring yourself to speak.

“Terry!” you hiss at him, scandalized, but you can’t keep the sheepish smile off of your face. “We’re in public!”

He sprawls out across the bench, looking unrepentant. “Why do you think I stopped?” he asks teasingly, and you playfully shove his arm. “Why don’t we go in there next?” he asks, pointing behind you two to a small, windowless building advertising itself as the Hall of Mirrors. He doesn’t know what exactly that entails, but it looks like it would have you two away from prying eyes, so it’s worth checking out in his opinion. He wants to see what else he can pull from you willingly today, before he needs to push for it.

“Wanting to go check yourself out?” you tease with a smile, looking up at him from under your eyelashes. “Not that I’d blame you,” you add quietly, a slight blush spreading across your cheeks.

He could listen to you compliment him all day, but instead he takes your hand in his, interlacing your fingers together before guiding you to the attraction’s doorway. You walk in before him, and he smoothly hands the man staffing the building a wad of bills, demanding that he keep anyone else from entering for twenty minutes, not bothering to wait for a response. Money talked; people didn’t need to.

He follows you into the dark room, finding that the interior lives up to the name; it’s literally just a labyrinth of floor to ceiling mirrors with pale white lighting illuminating the space from above. From the way the two of you are standing, you appear surrounded by copies of him. He feels it’s an appropriate metaphor for your reality.

He approaches you slowly from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against him firmly. Placing his head on your shoulder, he gazes into your reflection’s eyes, watching the blush spread across your cheeks just from his stare. Maybe he should have more mirrors installed in one of the bedrooms at home; dozens of possibilities for their use are popping into his head. He breathes deeply, not wanting you to feel him getting hard.

“Don’t we make a cute couple?” he purrs in your ear, making you giggle breathlessly. One hand slides up your body to your neck, gripping your chin in his large hand. “I have very good taste,” he adds smugly, gently taking your ear between his lips and nibbling it gently. Your gasp echoes through the room, and you jump in surprise, though he feels a shiver go down your spine.

See? You wanted this, you just needed a bit of a push; he is more than happy to provide it for you.

“Terry!” you whine, trying to squirm away, but he’s done letting you escape him.

“What?” he pouts, moving his lips down the side of your neck. “You didn’t want to let me play with you in public, so I brought us in here!”

“This – this is still public, T-Terry!” you insist, though you’re stammering as your body responds to his touch. He moves his hands up and down your sides teasingly, slipping them beneath his jacket to feel your warm skin through the thin material of your dress. “Someone could come by any minute!”

“Better give me what I want quickly then,” he quips, only half-joking. He backs you into a mirror, pinning you to it, and he can’t deny the thrill that moves through him as he watches your doppelgangers in the same position all around him.

“W-What do you want?” you ask shyly, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. Oh, the things he wants to do with you in a place like this…

Instead of any of the depraved acts that come to mind, he lifts your chin with a finger, gazing deeply into your eyes with his most piercing stare.

“I want you… to let me touch you,” he breathes, lowering his head so that his forehead touches yours, and you shudder.

“You are touching me, Terry,” you joke, but your breathless voice reveals just how nervous you are. He needs to be very, very careful here…

“You know what I mean, sweetheart,” he murmurs, coaxing compliance out of you. “I know I’m normally better at keeping my hands to myself, but you look so beautiful tonight, and you made me feel so special, bringing me here… I just want to make you feel good, baby. Please?” he begs, kissing you deeply before you can give him an answer.

He eventually lets you up for air, and as you don’t immediately protest, he tightens his grip on your waist before running his hands up your body, cupping your breasts over your clothes and playing with them gently, firmly brushing his thumb across where he knows your nipples to be. You let out a throaty moan that seems to take you by surprise, and buck your hips towards his involuntarily. Before you can get a word in, he has sealed his lips over yours again, swallowing any requests for him to stop before you can utter them.

He develops a rhythm, slowly feeling you up over your clothes and cooing his praises and words of encouragement into your ear, kissing you whenever he gets the sense that you’re going to try to put a stop to things until you’re compliant once more.

“I love feeling you like this, babygirl. You’ve been driving me crazy for so long,” he pants against your neck, his hands squeezing your butt firmly while you writhe against the mirror.

“Terry!” you cry out his name softly, with arousal rather than apprehension, and there’s never been a more beautiful sound. Eagerly, he moves his hands to the hem of your skirt, kissing you with everything in him to distract you from your thoughts as his fingers wander up your bare thighs. You’re being so deliciously submissive, letting him have his way with you, and he should tell you as much.

“Yes, Y/N,” he groans against your lips, dipping his head again and again to capture your mouth in kisses until you’re mirroring his movements back at him, bobbing your head to the rhythm he sets as though you're in a trance. “My good girl. I’m going to make you feel better than you ever have in your life; I’m going to give you everything,” he promises, ghosting his finger along the soft fabric of your underwear, and you seem to come back to yourself, your eyes flying open. You move to push him away, but he snatches your hands – gently, so as to avoid frightening you – and pins them over your head with one of his hands, his other returning under your skirt and worming its way through your clenched thighs.

“Terry, N –” you start to protest, but he interrupts you. An incomplete ‘No’ wasn’t a ‘No’ at all in his book.

“Ssshhh, babygirl, it’s okay,” he croons, kissing you once more into obedience. “You’re overwhelmed, I understand, but I know that you just need some help getting over your nerves. Trust me baby, you’ll love this,” he continues. He keeps his hand still, not removing it from between your thighs but not continuing to push his way up to his goal, and peppers your face with kisses and murmured words of encouragement until your thighs unclench around his hand.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he breathes approvingly, slipping his fingers further up your inner thigh. Your skin is so soft, and warm, and quivering beneath his fingertips, and he longs to bury his face between your legs. “Let me get you off; you deserve it,” urges, running a long finger across your slit over the material of your underwear. You are soaked, and keen loudly at the new sensations. He gently but firmly covers your mouth with his other hand, his eyes dark and glittering with amusement and arousal.

“Gotta be quiet, Y/N,” he teases, even as he starts rubbing your clit through your underwear, making you twitch and whimper against him. “You don’t want anyone to come and find you like this, do you?”

You shake your head vehemently, looking up at him with pleading eyes, and he can tell that you’re trying to stay still and quiet. Precious thing.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he purrs, his eyes bright as he watches your face, slipping a finger beneath your underwear and into your wet heat. You squeak, and your breathing comes hard and fast, though you try not to make a sound. He knows you won’t last long and sets to bring you to climax quickly, knowing that your remaining time having this place to yourself is coming to an end.

He pumps his finger inside you as deeply as he can in this position, not wanting to cause you discomfort; this first orgasm needs to be good if he wants to get you hooked on his touch. Curling the finger upwards to brush your G-spot, he rubs your clit over your underwear with his thumb, quickly bringing you to the peak of pleasure, your knees starting to give out from the stimulation. He swallows your screams of ecstasy into his mouth greedily, using the hand that had covered your mouth to help keep you upright.

“I’ve got you, Y/N,” he says soothingly, removing his hand from under your dress and wrapping it around your waist, discretely wiping his hand clean on your skirt. You shudder against him, your hands gripping fistfuls of his shirt, and fight to even your breathing. “You did so good, baby. So, so good. Thank you for letting me please you.”

He’s laying it on thick, but again, it was all about paving the way for you to let him have his way with you whenever and however he wanted you. Eventually, you manage to look up at him shyly, a timid smile on your face.

“I–I…you don’t need to thank me, Terry,” you say with a giggle, burying your face in his chest to hide your embarrassment.

“You were right,” you mumble into his shirt, but he hears every word. “You always know what’s best for me.”

And that right there makes all of this worth it. Your willingness to put yourself in his hands, in his control, is his top priority.

He wonders what else he can do with you tonight, and finds himself eager to find out, pulling you along behind him, stumbling from your still-weak knees towards the exit of the Hall of Mirrors.

[^ Terry checking himself out in the Hall of Mirrors]

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Chapter 3

#thomas ian griffith #terry silver #terry silver x reader #kk3 #karate kid #the karate kid 3 #dark desires october #eventual smut #extremely dark #dubious consent

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Easier to manipulate than you might think (Ghost x Soap)

Chapter 21 excerpt from Don't Let Me Go on a03.

(excerpt word count: 1841)

After two weeks on the base, Soap found himself walking down one of the halls alongside Price and Ghost. Both Ghost and Soap had been fairly busy recently and hadn’t found any time for themselves over the past few days. It was driving Soap crazy to stand so close to Ghost but be unable to smother him with kisses.

Price had invited them to sit-in on one of the recruits self-defence classes. Initially, Ghost had refused, but Soap convinced him to go. Well, to say “convinced” is a stretch. As soon as Soap mentioned that he was interested in going, Ghost immediately changed his mind. They both wanted any time together that they could get.

The three of them entered a set of double doors into a large gymnasium with a dozen or so recruits lined up on two large, blue mats on the ground.

A man was standing in front of the line, slowly walking back and forth and taking to them with a commanding voice. He was middle-aged with thinning black hair and a receding hairline. He had thick eyebrows and a natural scowl across his warm, dark skin.

Soap made his way to one of the long, wooden benches pressed up against the wall and sat down on the end of it with Ghost sitting next to him. Although Ghost was there, he didn’t look particularly interested in what was going on.

Just as the two of them got settled on the bench, Price made his way over to the trainer and leaned in close to say something. After a couple seconds, the trainer’s eyes flashed to life and then quickly flicked over to the two of them sitting on the bench. He looked at Ghost with a contemplative look on his face.

Curious, Soap looked over at Ghost as well, but Ghost wasn’t paying attention. Instead, he was looking at something at the side of the room.

The trainer turned his attention back to Price. He nodded and tapped on Price’s shoulder a few times. In response, Price clapped him on the back jovially and began walking back towards the bench.

“We have some special company with us, soldiers!” the trainer announced loudly. “I suggest you not make a fool of yourself and listen to what I have to say. Break into pairs. Now!” One by one the soldiers paired up and stood facing each other.

Price made it back to the bench and stood next to Soap with his arms crossed, looking intently at the class in front of him.

The trainer began to bark out a number of commands about hand placements, foot placements, grips, and locks. Soap watched as he weaved in and out of the pairings, giving advice or physically maneuvering the recruits limbs to show it should look.

Eventually, he made his way to one of the pairs that were standing closest to Soap. The trainer adjusted one of the recruit’s legs so it was in a wide stance and showed her the follow-through of a swinging motion.

All of a sudden, something caught Ghost’s attention and he physically shifted in his seat to sit up straighter. His head tilted to the side slightly and he squinted his eyes at the display in front of him, as if just now paying attention to the class. He watched for a few more seconds.

Then his entire demeanor shifted.

Soap noticed his eyes harden with anger and his hand slowly curled into a fist. Soap was suddenly on high alert, confused as to what caused this reaction. Ghost stood up in a flurry.

“What the fuck are you doing!?” he barked out angrily, making everyone in the class suddenly stop what they were doing and turn to him in surprise. Ghost began taking long strides towards the trainer. “You’re going to get them killed with that shite!”

Ghost stepped in between the two recruits and glared at the trainer, pushing him back. The trainer stepped back abruptly with a startled expression, raising his hands in defeat as Ghost took the recruit by surprise and moved her arm into a different position.

“Keep your arm here,” he advised, loud enough for the class to hear. He maneuvered the recruits so they were both facing the rest of the gym.

Ghost immediately used his authority to correct the trainer and called out a number of commands. The recruits began listening to him and practiced their motions on their partners. The trainer turned around and started to walk away. As soon as his back was turned to Ghost, a small smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth.

God damn…

Soap looked up at Price and recognized a distinct twinkle in his eye as a smug smile spread across his face. Understanding washed over Soap.

“Really?” Soap questioned, an eyebrow raised high.

“He’s easier to manipulate than you might think he is…” Price remarked, keeping his eyes forward.

Soap chuckled under his breath and shook his head. Ghost wasn’t going to be happy when he realized what had happened.

Soap looked out towards the class happening in front of him, noticing the trainer walking along the edge of the wall towards them. One he got close enough, Price turned to walk away.

“Where are you going?” Soap asked incredulously while still trying to keep his voice down.

“Is it not 5-o-clock?” Price replied jokingly with faux innocence.

“It’s 11:30…”

Rather than answering, Price lazily saluted with two fingers as the two of them slipped out of the gym unnoticed. Soap rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to Ghost.

He must admit, he like watching Ghost move. For such a large man, it always surprised Soap that he was so nimble. His motions were fluid and he was quick on his feet.

He easily lifted up a recruit and pushed him down. He hit the ground hard and looked up trying to collect his bearings again. After instructing him on the correction to make, Ghost moved onto the next person.

He stood next to a woman in a one-armed, sideways headlock. He adjusted her grip on her partner’s hip and stepped back. With a burst of energy, she lifted the man up easily and slammed him on the ground. He hit the ground so hard even Soap grimaced. Ghost gave her curt praise and continued walking around the room.

Next, he crouched down beside two recruits on the ground. He pushed one of them away and leaned in close to the other one, pressing his elbow into his sternum. He locked his arms under the man’s armpit and used his bodyweight to pin him down.

Soap couldn’t help but envy the soldier.

Without intending too, Ghost had become completely engrossed in teaching the class a number of throws and how to break out of grapples. Soap felt mesmerized by Ghost’s movements and the way he took control.

He lost track of time watching Ghost.

Before Soap knew it, Ghost had barked out one final command. As the pairs of soldiers began practicing a new throw on each other, Ghost took the moment of free time he had and walked back over to Soap. He flopped down heavily next to Soap, his eyes still analytically watching the recruits.

After one final sweep of the room, he followed through to look at Soap. Immediately, his eyes relaxed and the tension in his shoulders seemed to unwind. Soap offered him a small smile.

“You look good up there,” he said quietly.

Ghost hummed in response. He blinked twice.

Suddenly, Ghost’s eyes flicked to the side suspiciously. He looked around as if just now noticing that Price had disappeared. His eyebrow furrowed and he squinted his eyes as they moved back and forth contemplatively. He slowly looked back out towards the class.

“You’re beginning to see what’s happened, yeah?” Soap said lightheartedly.

Ghost sighed defeatedly and put his head into one of his hands.

“Fuckin’ hell…” he grumbled.

Soap chuckled at his misery and patted him on the back a few times. Ghost straightened out and faintly leaned into the touch.

“Happens to the best of us,” Soap joked.

“We’re you a part of this?” Ghost asked, although his tone was more playful than actually serious.

“No, simply an observer. I guess you could say an unwitting participant. Believe me, Price didn’t let me in on his grand plan.”

Ghost simply stared at Soap with soft eyes. “I believe you,” he stated certainly.

Soap stared back, deeply taking in Ghost’s eyes, the intense gaze making him feel warm inside. Having Ghost’s full attention was a powerful force. Other’s might feel intimidated, but Soap relished in it. He loved staring back into his beautiful brown eyes as if being able to communicate silently between the two of them.

Suddenly, Soap got the all too familiar urge to reach over and pull Ghost’s mask up to kiss him. He yearned to touch the man but had to physically hold himself back. Soap’s smile faltered slightly and he bit the inside of his lip.

“I miss you…” Soap said quietly.

“I’m right here,” Ghost replied.

“You know that’s not what I mean.”

Ghost looked away for a second then back to Soap.

“Me too,” he said with a bittersweet tinge to his voice. He lowered his voice. “I think about kissing you all the time.”

Warmth bloomed inside him, excited by the thought. “Even now?” he joked.

“More than anything,” Ghost whispered with quiet conviction.

Ghost moved his leg so their knees gently bumped together. Soap’s chest squeezed with want again and he had to focus on staying in his seat. Ghost’s eyes crinkled and Soap could tell he was smiling slightly.

Ghost casually flicked his eyes away to look past Soap, locking onto something behind his shoulder. Ghost furrowed his eyes again. “Johnson!” he shouted. “Keep your elbow in. Don’t let me see that again!”

“Yes, sir!” the soldier shouted back with a slight break in his voice. Ghost looked back at Soap.

“Do you enjoy terrifying them?” Soap asked with a smile.

“Maybe a little,” Ghost admitted.

Unable to hold himself back anymore, Soap looked at the clock hanging on the wall then back at Ghost.

“End the class early?” he said, smirking.

Without breaking eye contact, Ghost immediately dismissed the class with a booming command. The recruits shuffled out of the gymnasium – painfully slowly Soap might add – and left in groups. The second the double doors shut behind the last person, Ghost tried to pounce on him.

Soap wanted him so bad, but he also wanted to have a bit of fun.

Soap leapt off the bench before Ghost could reach him, leaving a confused Ghost staring up at him. Soap reached down and grabbed a fistful of Ghost’s jacket, pulling him to stand. He began walking backwards and stepped onto the mat, Ghost allowing himself to be dragged effortlessly.

Once in the centre of the mat, Soap released Ghost’s shirt.

“Think you can take me…?” Soap said, shamelessly flirting.

Full chapter on ao3.

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kasieli · 1 year

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somewhere in the shadows | chapter one

Some initial A/N: Hello my near and dear friends! Welp, here it is — my new spark of creativity. I’ve been playing Hogwarts Legacy and there was just a sudden urge to write a fanfic, ya know, so here I am. I have more detailed and important author’s notes at the end, but I just wanted to paste a little blurb here. Anyways, please enjoy this short and sweet introductory chapter! (And once again please make sure you read my other notes at the end!)

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Eleanor Laverne learned first hand that pleasant morning that there were, indeed, 142 stairwells in Hogwarts castle. Even though she woke up at the crack of dawn to brew some tea and prepare herself in her overwhelmingly blue common room, she felt like a first year frantically dashing through all the hallways and corridors and stairwells in the maze that was her new school.

Wonderful — her first day, and she’d show up to class after it already finished with her legs feeling like pudding.

To be fair, it was technically her first year here — she was just starting on the fifth year curriculum. Still, she was sure that someone of her 16-year-old stature looked quite appalling racing through the halls in comparison to that of a puny first year. Well…on the bright side, at least she could out run them and their short, stubby legs.

She glanced around, positively sure she passed the same portrait of a lady in an impossibly puffy pink dress who was, at this point, snickering at her valiant efforts of getting spectacularly lost. The watch on her wrist read 8:13, her first class began at 8:15, and at this point, she might as well have admitted her defeat on getting to class on time. After all, she had absolutely no clue where in the castle she was. She could have been on the opposite side of the school for all she knew.

She must’ve been rushing forward with her head on a swivel for a moment too long because she abruptly met something before her with a thunk. In doing so, all of the books that were, moments ago, held safely in her grip, splattered gracefully over the stone floor.

Splendid.

She was already late — she didn’t need obstacles, either.

But the obstacle turned out to be another person as she heard a surprised, “oof!” and the sound of footsteps plummeting forward.

She shook the dizziness from her head and steadied herself, only to find a brunette boy peering over at her with a wince. “What was that for?” he asked, and she wanted to laugh as if her sprinting spree was intentional.

“Sorry,” she grumbled, bending over to reach for the book closest to her.

8:14. Bloody hell. On her first day.

“Wait,” the boy began slowly as she heard the click of his shoes against the floor nearing her. “You’re the new fifth year, aren’t you?”

His statement beckoned her gaze, and she soon found herself gaping at this obstacle-turned-boy who happened to be a Slytherin student with quite possibly the sweetest face she’d ever seen. She didn’t believe in stereotypes but…for a Slytherin…he looked too…nice.

He reached out to hand her a few books he managed to pick up before someone called, “Seb! Come here! Defence Against the Dark Arts is about to start!”

She didn’t think her eyes could get any wider.

Defence Against the Dark Arts! That was the class she was looking for! Meaning…this lovely-looking Slytherin student that so happily picked up books for her after she nearly knocked him flat on his nose…was her classmate. What a truly memorable first impression — on her hands and knees picking up books and papers because she couldn’t simply watch where she was going.

“I suppose this is your class, too,” he said, offering her a hand to get up. She took it without any thought and stilled at the difference between his warm touch and the cold marble floor.

“It is.” She quickly released his hand and brushed off her robes.

He chuckled, and she noticed a sprinkle of freckles over his cheeks as he smiled. “Got a tad lost, did you?”

“Perhaps,” she huffed, “let’s go.”

His bright smile was disarming. “After you.”

Never, in her whole life, would she ever expect to feel glad for nearly running someone over. But here she was, her heart racing at a surprising speed perhaps by her brisk morning jog or by downright embarrassing herself in front of her new charmingly freckled classmate, letting out a satisfied sigh as she found her very first victory this morning.

She checked her watch.

8:15. Brilliant.

She was on time.

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A/N: Alright folks, strap in because you’re in for a ride. I’m just kidding, but there are quite a few creative liberties that I have chosen to take, one of which is age. I have chosen to have Sebastian and Anne get held back a year before starting Hogwarts due to their parent’s death, while also raising the default age by 1 — so first years would enter around 12, and 7th years would be 18-19 by the time they graduate. (To be honest, having a 15 year old take something as life altering as the O.W.L.S seems crazy to me). Also, the way Hogwarts Legacy modeled their characters makes it seem like they’re at least 17-18, so, you know, with my unbridled creative liberty, I did just that.

This makes Seb 17 at the beginning of the year, while most of the other students are 16. I don’t know their actual birthdays, but I imagine Sebastian to be 18 before the term ends, and the MC 17. Listen, I know it’s completely wrong, but just bear with me for the sake of this story.

Other things to note: this goes pretty much in line with the main plot of the game, and, because of that, I’ll probably skip writing scenes like the beginning dragon attack, etc. etc. but it will be referenced. Also, I know that this technically takes place in the late 1800s but this is a fan fiction and I know nothing of the wizarding world (or anything, really) in the late 1800s, so most likely it’ll read like the current writing it is and there may be contraptions or what not in this fanfic that might not have even existed in the 1800s. I dunno.

Lastly, Sebastian and the MC have so much witty banter between one another, and if there’s one thing you should know about me, it’s that I love witty banter. Plus, I think that there are some options that could have been taken towards the end that could have…(positively?) affected the ending of his relationship questline. At the end of the day, I am truly just imagining an alternative ending and what could have happened, had they given Sebastian a different path. Plus, you know, some innocent romance, too, because why the hell not. Don’t tell me you didn’t ship your MC with him. He’s so flirty! Also, if you would like me to post this anywhere else like fanfic or wattpad, let me know! Anyways, I’ll stop rambling now. Thank you for reading and see you next time! Xoxo ~Cass

#Hogwarts legacy #Hogwarts legacy MC #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian x mc #sebastian sallow #fanfic #fan fiction #alright folks here’s a hashtag rant #I hope y’all enjoyed it #I know it super short but I just wanted to gauge interest #I just had written too many self indulgent pages that I was like #fuck it let’s post it #anyways please let me know what you think!#And ya there’ll probably be some fanart too #lmaoooo the author’s notes are longer than the actual chapter itself #sorry I’m a rambler

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darkened-storm · 1 year

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Okay! So, I only got this price to draft status in time for Yamato Ishida week, but I am quite happy with it thus far and I wanted to share it for the Bad Moon Rising Prompt. This is my first Digimon piece in quite some time, so here goes.

Also, a huge thank you to @tangledupblue for organising this event!

The Stars Above

A Companion Piece to Tri: Of Honesty and Loyalty

Everything is topsy turvey here, Steph Summers decided as she surveyed the forest around her.

Everything in this world looked the same as her own - but there were subtle differences, as though someone had tried to create this world from a picture and gotten all the textures wrong. The strawberries that they had eaten on their first day tasted sour instead of sweet.

Even the dirt beneath her feet felt different.

She’d needed a break, she realised. After three days of treking through strange forests full of road signs and running from the sort of monsters Steph couldn’t even conjure up in her worst nightmares. It wasn’t really any wonder then, given the circumstances, that she’d landed up in such a nasty argument with her younger cousin over their situation.

The occasional spat between them wasn’t uncommon, but it usually it took a few hours before one of them would calm down enough so that they could talk about it. Steph was so used to this pattern that she was surprised when she heard the sound of footfalls approaching from behind her.

“I told you that I needed a minute - ”

She whirled around, her words dying in her throat when she saw it wasn’t her cousin standing behind her, but rather Matt Ishida, his hands help up in a mock surrender.

“Oh,” she muttered, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. “I thought you were … never mind.”

In her defence, he was, perhaps the last person Steph would have expected to have followed her from the campsite.

Of the nine other children she’d been sent to this new world along with, Matt had been the most difficult for her to get a read on thus far. So far, she’s gathered he was the complete opposite to Tai; where Tai was constantly urging them on, Matt had been surprisingly considerate. He ensured Tai gave them adequate breaks and checked in on the younger kids, including her cousin. He was also incredibly unpredictable, going from calm and collect one moment to flying of the handle the next, usually in response to something Tai did or said.

Whatever contempt he held for her soccer captain was entirely absent from his expression as he sat down on the ground beside her, hugging his knees against his chest and staring at the grass. Even the grass here felt different - like soft felt instead of fibrous plant matter. “Things got pretty heated back there,” he commented, keeping his tone light. “Do you want to tell me what you were both yelling about?”

She stared at him, unable to read his intentions. She wondered perhaps if he knew them himself - after all, he didn’t exactly strike her as the sort of person who initiated conversation very often.

“It was nothing - just family stuff,” she sighed. “We were arguing about who’s fault it was that we all ended up here - wherever here is,” she gestured at the surrounding air for emphasis and prompting him to raise an eyebrow questioningly.

“I think the jury is still out on that one,” he said. “That is, unless the both of you know something we don’t.”

Steph shook her head. “That’s not what I meant - I don’t know how we ended up here, in the Digital World specifically - but I do know that it’s my fault we’re both here because it was my decision to go to summer camp this year,” she explained. “Becky would have much preferred to stay home for the summer and hang out with her friends. But I’m the older of the two of us, so I’m usually the one that gets to choose what we do.”

Or at least, that’s the way it used to be, she thought dismally. Of course, it hadn’t mattered who got to pick when they were younger - whatever Steph wanted to do, Becky usually wanted to do too. That wasn’t the case now that they were older, and neither of them were any good at compromising …

“That doesn’t mean it’s your fault that we ended up here,” he told her, oblivious to her internal monologue. “None of us could have have predicted we’d be washed away from camp by a tidal wave and end up in some strange world surrounded by giant bugs and talking monsters.”

Steph didn’t know if it was his choice of words, or the blase way in which he said them that finally coaxed a laugh from her.

“No, I don’t think we could have,” she agreed. “But I shouldn’t have lost my temper,” she added, casting her eyes towards the campsite where she could see Becky surrounded by both Salamon and Patamon. The little orange Digimon was diligently following her instructions to both Becky and Salamon safe. From a distance, there was no hints of turmoil amongst the group.

“Everyone probably thinks I overreacted,” she said with a sigh.

“It’s easy for them,” he muttered, and there was a touch of resentment in his voice. “They don’t have a brother or sister to look out for like we do.”

For some reason, she felt it prudent to correct him. “We’re cousins, actually,” she explained. “We used to be really close when we were kids, but these days we don’t get along so well.”

“The two of you grew up together then?” he guessed.

She nodded. “Yep. Sleepovers are really fun when you’re kids, but I think as we both got older we made our own friends and drifted apart.”

“It’s like you used to be so close to a person that you knew what they were thinking even before they did themselves. And then things changed and now when I try to talk to her, it’s like I’m talking to a stranger.”

“I know the feeling,” he muttered. The revelation that Matt and T.K’s parents were separated had certainly answered some of her earlier questions about the strange relationship between the brothers.

“How long have you been separated for?” she asked tentatively - she knew he had a tendency to lose his temper whenever someone brought up his family situation. But the Matt sitting beside her staring at the grass suddenly seemed very different that the Matt who had been arguing with Tai at every opportunity these last few days.

“A few years,” he admitted. “We see each other for a week or so every summer.”

“That must be hard on the both of you.”

He shrugged, tugging at the blades of grass with his fingers. “I’m used to it - but T.K doesn’t understand. He wasn’t even supposed to come to camp with us, but I think both of my parents let him come just to avoid having a conversation with each other. And now we’re trapped here …” he trailed off.

Steph recognised the feeling of helplessness, of being overwhelmed. “You do a good job of taking care of T.K,” she told him kindly.

He looked up at her, the corners of his mouth forming the first genuine smile she’d seen from him in the three days. “Thanks.”

She smiled nervously, aware of the way his sapphire eyes were fixated on her. “We should get back to the others,” she said reluctantly. “It’s probably not safe to stay separate for too long.”

She glanced back toward the campsite where the others had gathered kindling for a fire. She heard Tai’s voice call out to Agumon, and the small dinosaur Digimon opened his mouth, letting out a jet of fire that set not only the bundle of logs and twigs alight, but also some of the surrounding grass.

A flash of irritation cross Matt’s face at Agumon’s carelessness - it had been a wayward spark from Tai’s campfire earlier that caused Seadramon to attack them earlier. With a tsk of annoyance, he turned away and stretched out against the grass, folding his hands behind his head.

“We’re not that far away,” he insisted as Steph watched Tai hastily stamp out the grass. “Besides, Gabumon’s watching - if there’s any trouble he can just Digivolve to Garurumon.”

Steph could have argued they shouldn’t take unnecessary risks just because his partner could Digivolve now, but thought better of it when she remembered that heading back to the campsite would mean she’d have to apologise to her cousin.

“Just a little longer then,” she conceded, ignoring the slight dampness of the ground as she stretched out beside him and cast her eyes back up at the stars again, thinking back to the many nights she and Becky had done the same on the rooftop of their apartment building. The artificial lights of Tokyo’s skyline had drowned out all but the brightest stars then but here, in the wilderness of the Digital World, the stars lit up the sky like a kaleidoscope.

“I keep studying the constellations,” she told him. “I thought if I could identify one or two of them, I might be able to figure out where we are - or at least get some idea of how much time has passed since we got here.”

“Any luck?”

She shook her head, forgetting that he couldn’t see her face. “Not yet,” she admitted. “I don’t recognise a single one of these constellations - which is weird because constellations are made up of stars that are a million light years away. Even if we were on another planet in the galaxy, they would still appear in the same patterns as they would on Earth. Unless of course we were in another galaxy, but that’s just crazy talk…”

She trailed off, acutely aware that she was rambling, which she knew was one of her less endearing qualities. Usually, when she rambled, Tai would tell her that she was being weird again and Becky would complain that she was over complicating things.

Matt did neither of those things, but instead had let her ramble until she’d simply run out of words to say and silence fell over them both. When she turned her head to look at him she saw that he lay unmoving beside her, looking up at the stars. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, Steph realised, but rather a contented one. She felt better having gotten things off her chest, even if she hadn’t expected to unload those feelings on someone who was basically a stranger to her.

“That one looks like a rabbit,” he said after a moment.

Steph blinked, somewhat confused. “What?”

He pointed up to the sky. “That constellation - it reminds me of a rabbit.”

Steph squinted at the sky, attempting to follow his line of sight until she found a group of stars hovering above the horizon. “That looks nothing like a rabbit,” she said slowly.

“Yes it does,” he insisted, tracing the stars with his fingers to demonstrate. “That’s the head … and those stars are the ears. And that star over there is the tail. See?”

She did, sort of. “Okay, it’s a rabbit,” she conceded, then she grinned. “A very demented looking rabbit.”

He tsked, dropping his hand so that it came to on the grass between them. When he spoke next, his voice was challenging; “I’d like to see you come up with a better one then.”

She huffed, casting her eyes up at the stars again. “There,” she said finally, pointing. “That one looks like a dragon.”

“Where?” There was excitement in his voice as he inched closer to her on the grass, his shoulder bumping roughy against hers.

“Over there,” she said, unable the keep from laughing as he squinted up at the sky.

“Okay,” he said after a moment. “I sort of see it.” He scanned the sky again, then grinned. “That one looks like Gabumon!”

“What? No way!”

They stayed like that for a long time, pointing out different shapes and debating with one another whether one group of stars looked more like a donkey or a lion; a saucepan or a bowler hat. And when they’d finally run out of inventive ideas, Steph felt a whole lot better about her situation.

Matt was right, no one was really at fault for their situation, all they could do now was do their best to look after one another while they searched for a way home. Together.

“Thanks, Matt,” she told him. “For … you know.”

He smiled, and this time, she knew it was genuine. “Anytime.”

They made their way back to the campsite where Tai and Agumon had taken first watch again, and thus far had avoided setting anything else on fire. The rest of their party had fallen asleep, except for Becky, who was curled up with Patamon and Salamon by the fire. Her cousin looked tired, but more importantly, she didn’t look angry anymore. Steph knew they’d both sleep better if they cleared the air.

“I’m sorry I made you come to camp with me this summer,” she said.

“S’ok,” Becky mumbled, stifling a yawn as she lifted the edge of the thin blanket for Steph to scoot underneath, careful not to disturb the two Digimon sleeping peacefully between them.

“It’s not,” Steph told her. “If you had stayed home, you wouldn’t have landed up stuck here along with me.”

Brown eyes stared resolutely back at her, confirming what she already knew; staying behind had never been an option for Becky. No matter how angry they were at one another, they didn’t leave each other behind. It made Steph feel all the guiltier for dragging them into this mess.

“I’m going to find a way for us to get home,” she said, her tone resolute. “And until I do, I’m going to keep you safe, no matter what it takes.”

#digimon fanfiction #yamato ishida #steph summers #digimon adventure #digimon #digimon oc #yamatoishidaweek #Yamatoishidaweek2023

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cheri-translates · 2 years

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Headcanon - Their time in Loveland High

I’ve given up waiting for MLQC to give us more glimpses of S2 Gavin and MC in Loveland High so I did it myself ( ´ ▿ ` )

“Feel free to come to the piano room to hear me play.” - MC in Palpitating Date

[ THE PIANO ROOM ]

During his first visit to the piano room, Gavin leaned next to the window, keeping a safe distance between himself and MC so that she wouldn’t feel uncomfortable

He also bought her a bottle of strawberry milk. While he initially rejected her offer to share it, he gave in after she claimed that she’d enjoy it more since sharing makes it taste sweeter 🍓

During his subsequent visits, Gavin would continue to bring strawberry milk and pull a chair next to her to get a better view of her hands as they glided across the black and white keys

While he tried his best to focus on the melodies, Gavin would find himself musing on how soft her hands look and how it’d feel to hold them

After much persuasion from MC, Gavin agreed to let her teach him how to play a few simple tunes. This also meant that he was “promoted” to sharing the piano bench with her

On warm summer days, he’d occasionally doze off while she plays the piano, his head plopping onto her shoulder. MC would respond by giving him a soft look before nuzzling her head against his

Minor took photographic evidence of their afternoon naps together (and traded them with Gavin for self-defence classes)

[ LYNN’S KITCHEN ]

MC, Gavin and Minor often visited Lynn’s Kitchen after school

When Mr Noah hosted a Spicy Noodles Challenge, MC and Minor made a bet between themselves that the one who gave up first would have to do chores for the other over the next month

Gavin secretly requested for Mr Noah to add extra chilli in Minor’s bowl

Minor regretted everything

[ NEW LIGHT MALL ]

The first time they hung out properly outside school was when MC needed help deciding on what to get for Minor’s birthday

Gavin was initially a little grumpy that MC was putting so much effort into it, but he also felt happy that they could spend time together outside of school and without Minor’s incessant yapping

While MC scanned through the shelves, Gavin started to ponder on what he should get for MC’s birthday

Although the things in the mall were cute, they didn’t seem sincere or good enough for her

Maybe he should make something for her instead. Something convenient that she could carry around. Maybe a keychain? Or maybe a bracelet?

How about a bracelet with a ginkgo pendant resembling the ones that sometimes drifted into the piano room from the window?

“Gavin? What do you think of this?”

MC snapped Gavin out of his thoughts, holding a simple black choker

“Mm, it looks nice.”

[ HIS EVOL ]

His Evol was awakened when he spotted MC getting cornered by a bunch of bullies holding baseball bats from a distance

He was desperate to get to her quickly, but he was simply too far away

The only thing he could do was run towards her with an arm stretched out...

...which somehow caused the bullies to get knocked to the side by a powerful gust of wind

Since his mother also had the Evol of wind control, he recognised what this ability was

While the bullies were scared stiff, he rushed to MC’s side and brought her to a safe place

At first, he was afraid of what MC would think of him. Would she think that he’s a freak?

To his surprise, MC took the news incredibly well. He even seemed to spot some relief in her eyes

“At least you could avoid the fall this time...” she mumbled under her breath before shaking her head and looking at him. “So... when are you taking me out for a flight?”

[ TAKING FLIGHT ]

When Gavin took MC flying for the first time, she could distinctly hear Gavin’s heart beating frantically against her ear. Whether it was from the thrill of flight or from their close proximity, MC decided that it didn’t matter

She simply closed her eyes, relishing the familiarity of Gavin’s firm embrace that almost made her forget that such peaceful times were as transient as a passing breeze

Before his inevitable departure, she’d give Gavin a treasure trove of wonderful memories of youth to cling onto during the many trials he’d face in the near future

And at the end of the darkest tunnel, she’d be there, waiting for him.

More original and translated writings: here

#mlqc #mlqc gavin #cheri tries to write

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gottawriteanegoortwo · 2 years

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Disposable

A thought crossed my mind today. As humans, we like to think of ourselves as a leading character in things, especially in these stories. But in the grand scheme of the events of Who Killed Markiplier?, we weren’t. What if it went beyond that and that we were utterly disposable?

What if Dark decided to try and help the Attorney, but was too late?

Word Count: 1,453

Time had passed. Dark couldn’t say how long. Whatever the duration, it was enough for the anger gripping his frozen heart to loosen its hold and let him see past the need for vengeance. There was someone he needed to find and save.

He had abandoned his dearest friend in their time of need. A hand had been offered in the darkest time, and the most generous offer of escape had been turned into a death-trap beyond the reaches of mortality. No more. He wouldn’t let them suffer alone.

The manor was falling to ruin. A setting long abandoned, an on-site location never again used in these endless games and stories. Dark stepped inside, welcomed only by the lingering presence of death and neglect. Much of the furniture had been knocked aside through storms that had broken the windows, but the mirror remained intact. The prison, bar the initial shattering of the glass, still hung on the wall. Dark pressed his hand to the surface.

“Are you there?”

No response.

Understandable. Who would want to see the face of one who betrayed them? Dark waited a moment to try and anticipate any rippling of the mirror. Only when he was sure there would be nothing, he dared to speak again.

“I’m sorry. I know that will never excuse my actions, but do not let that sully the intention. I want to help you. I know how I can get you out of there. It will take some time to set things in motion, but I am able to do this.”

Nothing. Not even a trick of the light.

“You have every right to be angry at me. I can’t say I don’t deserve it. But I think it would be much more satisfying for you to slap me in the face. How many times did you threaten that when we were younger?”

The silence was growing more and more unbearable.

“I know I don’t deserve any sort of forgiveness, but… Please. Talk to me. Let me help you. I don’t want -”

“Damien?” Dark spun around in alarm at the voice, the aura around his form rippling at the sight.

“What are you doing here? Why can’t you give me a moment’s peace from your utter lunacy?!” The intruder to the scene raised his hands in self-defence.

“I didn’t know you’d be here. I felt a tug pulling me here, but you must have been why. Look. There’s no script. No show.” The Actor gestured to his attire - black t-shirt and jeans accompanied by sneakers and a dark red zip-up hoodie - as proof that this wasn’t anything ‘official’. He stepped forward, only to freeze when he noticed the area around Dark plunge into darkness. Only the mirror remained intact.

“I don’t want you here. Leave. Now.”

“I heard you saying you wanted to help someone. Wait wait, don’t give me that look.” Once more, Actor raised his hands to show that he didn’t mean any harm. “I can help. I write stories, remember? Between us, we should be able to solve any problem. No strings attached, and you have my word on that.” With both hands still in front of him, Dark could at least take solace in the fact that Actor didn’t have his fingers crossed behind his back. Maybe he would be honest for once.

The shadows faded as the world returned to normal.

“It’s… My friend. They were trapped in this mirror. I know they were. I checked in on them over the years. But they aren’t responding.”

“Your friend..? Oh! You mean the District Attorney?” Actor carefully stepped over the shards of a broken vase so he could examine the mirror. Only his reflection could be seen. “They were a sprightly person, weren’t they? Quite the life and soul of the party - huh… Now that you mention it, it has been a while since I’ve seen them. May I -?” His right hand hovered over the mirror’s surface, only resting on it when Dark nodded. Actor took a slow breath and closed his eyes. The entity took a nervous step back. When Actor used this technique, it was his way of tapping into the Void and the realm just beyond the plane of reality. It was as though he could reach through and take something out, or briefly peer in. An ability worth the awe if it was used by anyone else. But Actor’s face scrunched up in confusion.

“Damien… Put your hand on the mirror. You have to see this for yourself.”

Dark hesitated. This could be the easiest trap he had walked into since accepting the invitation to a poker night long ago, but he couldn’t refuse. He did as instructed, and his vision went hazy.

Dark shook his head as the world around him regained focus. He hesitated as he looked around, realising he was somehow inside the mirror. He could see Actor standing in the foyer of the Manor, and the shadow of another hand - ah, the curse of never having a true reflection. But when he turned to his left, there was Actor standing beside him

“This is the pocket Void within the mirror,” Actor explained, loosely gesturing around them. “This would be where your friend was.”

“Is.”

“Was.” Actor’s correction was firm, but laced with a tinge of sadness. “Look around us, Damien. This place has been abandoned. There’s nowhere to hide. If they were here, we’d see them, or they would have approached us. We need to be realistic.”

“That doesn’t make sense. No. You’re lying.”

“Why would I lie about something like this?”

“Oh, would you like the reasons given alphabetically?!” Dark snapped, turning away so he could try and force his eyes to adjust to the darkness to try and find any source of life. Maybe they were asleep.

“Okay, yeah, sure. I’m not exactly a saint. But why would I lie about this? I am a man with standards, Damien. It’s not like - ack!” Whatever Actor was about to say was cut off as Dark blinked out and into existence to grab Actor by a fistful of his t-shirt.

“I REFUSE to let you turn them into another character in your twisted stories!” Actor was flung across the expanse, only being stopped by slamming into an unseen wall. He sank down as Dark began frantically searching for any sort of clue that would prove his friend was still here. Every step yielded nothing new. Nothing could be seen. No response was given to his shouts of their name.

But then… A discovery was made. In one of the farthest corners, he discovered a jacket. He recognised it as the Attorney’s so-called ‘lucky jacket’. Kneeling down, he realised that it was placed in a strange position… As though they had been curled up. Dark tried to lift it up, only to discover it had merged with the inky black floor.

“I was hoping it wouldn’t be this,” Actor, too, knelt down so he could gently tug the jacket out of Dark’s hold. “Damien… I’m afraid your friend no longer exists.”

“What do you mean they ‘no longer exist’? This is one of your worlds. You fix this, and bring them back!”

“I don’t have that kind of power.”

“You take people and pull them into your stories!”

“That’s not the same as this! Those are people that are trapped in unfortunate circumstances that they can’t get out of alone!”

“I’m pretty sure this counts!!”

“Damien! I can’t find someone if they don’t exist! They’ve been taken as part of the Void. That’s why the jacket is like that. They never answered you because they aren’t an individual anymore.”

There was silence as Dark’s entire posture slumped. Was he really too late? He would rather them be caught in the stories than to never exist. They didn’t have a proper death, their family never had the resolution of a funeral -

“I did this.” His eyes were on his trembling hands. “I killed them. I left them to rot in this miserable place. I couldn’t get back soon enough.”

“It might be little consolation… They might not exist now… But they will be able to exist in the future, if that makes sense.” When there was no answer, Actor continued, “What I mean is that… Someone who fades within the Void will become part of the stars, and who knows? Maybe one day in the near future you’ll spot a little child that has their mischievous grin.”

The words weren’t comforting in the here and now, but it was better than the grim reality that they were gone forever.

“Mark… If they do come back… Promise me you will leave them alone.”

“I will.”

#writersofmark #who killed markiplier #darkiplier #actor mark #(the attorney is mentioned but doesn't appear)#angst #(also hello I'm still alive. Just been busy with various things)

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impossiblesuitcase · 1 year

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Mutually Moronic Marriage - part 6.

“Evacuation procedures?”

“Functional, but disorganised.”

“Motion sensors?”

“—Use thermal energy to detect bodies. They can’t detect androids.”

Cinder and Cress strode through the halls of New Beijing Palace, ports in hand as they checked off every security measure on their list. The two had consulted together over the past week, estimating every potential way someone could infiltrate and then examining how their security measured up.

Poorly, as they were discovering today.

Every time Cinder read out an item from their list, Cress rebutted with some flaw or fault, so it was with hesitancy that she enquired, “I don’t even want to ask, but the guards?”

Despite having the shortest legs, Cress wasn’t the one struggling to keep the pace. Kai trailed behind, double-checking every issue they covered as though he didn’t believe their assessment.

“Good, actually,” Cress chirped. “The new android guards are highly realistic models with enhanced flexibility functions, programmed for martial art manoeuvres.” She quirked a brow at Kai. “That was your doing?”

“Yep,” he replied proudly, nudging his wife. “See, Cinder? I didn’t forget everything.”

Cinder feigned praise. “Yes, you did one of fifty things. Congratulations.” It was harsh, she knew, but she was already inundated with responsibilities and this detour took time away from her very important economic bill. She didn’t have time for niceties.

He shook it off. “We also upgraded the cameras. Right, Cress?”

Cress confirmed with her port. “Mm-hmm.”

“And we secured the gates.” He spread out his arms. “We’re still safe here, love.”

Cinder cast him a frosty look. She didn’t think he was quite grasping the gravity of this situation. “Okay. That sounds reasonably safe. But then how did Dolion get in at the ball? How’s our security for events?”

Cress took in a sharp breath. “Bad.”

This time, Cinder nudged Kai.

“So it’s not the best for events,” Kai relented. “Fine. But we’re still protected on a daily basis.”

Cinder barked out a laugh. “That’s your defence?” she snapped. “Seriously? It’s clear that the security is inadequate. Why are you still trying to justify it?”

Cress awkwardly stepped back.

“I’m not justifying it, I’m trying to provide you with some reassurance.” Kai cupped his hand around the back of her neck, voice lowering. “You’ve been freaking out that at any moment we’ll be attacked by some assassin, but you clearly can’t break in unless you have a very specific skill set.”

The warmth on her neck did not pacify her. “Then let’s check this ‘specific skill set,’ shall we?” she remarked with air quotes. “Cress, what about hackers? How are the server firewalls?”

Cress simply smiled through gritted teeth.

“Terrible. Great.”

They took the lead ahead as Kai stayed in place, verifying the information with his memory.

Cinder marked off another structure that would require complete reconstruction. “Are we protected from the net?”

“Yes, but once you get any access to the palace intranet…” Cress trailed off.

Kai’s breathing laboured as he bounded to catch up. His nose scrunched the way it did whenever he was being a typical clueless boy, a gesture she normally found unfathomably adorable and now, unfathomably annoying. “I don’t think the intranet is as bad as you say. All the passwords are encrypted, frequently changed, and staff must prove their identity on the system once a fortnight.”

Cress’s fingers tapped a drumbeat on her port. “That’s the start of a good system, but you also have a shortcut that staff members can scan their ID chip to access their files.”

“And?”

“And a criminal could easily knock someone unconscious and hold their wrist up to the scanner.”

Kai’s brow furrowed, his argument withering.

“Next item,” said Cinder, typing fix intranet on her port, “every door in the palace is connected to a mainframe so they can all be closed in the event of an evacuation—”

“Wait,” Kai butted in, “we did address that in the initial upgrades. They can’t be controlled remotely unless a verified member of our security team approves it.”

At Cinder’s sceptical look, Cress nodded affirmatively. “It’s true. I only gained remote control of the doors at the ball because your security team knows me.”

“That’s good, then,” Cinder admitted, and Kai seemed relieved by her approval. “Let’s move on to the entrance procedure—”

Cress thrust out her hand. “There’s more.”

Cinder groaned. “Of course there is.”

They approached a large mahogany door carved with ornate dragons and cranes. It connected the traditional side of the palace to the modern wing, where the medical labs were located.

“For all the doors to be connected, there needs to be a central point that they are connected from.” Cress gestured to the door. “This is that point. The programming is applied to this door unilaterally and then it can be distributed throughout the palace.”

Kai listed his head, processing the jargon. “So that’s a problem?”

Cress used her ID chip to open a shiny metal box adjacent to the door. She hooked up her port with a cable and a new software appeared on the screen. It only took a few moments of hacking before the security panel on the door flashed red, displaying ERROR ERROR ERROR.

“Watch this.”

Two commands later, the warning vanished. The screen turned green. “Manual control granted to: Crescent Darnel,” came the artificial voice.

Cinder clipped her port to her belt. “The problem is that it’s easy to hack in?”

Cress toggled with some buttons, and a loud bang sounded behind them. Cinder and Kai flinched. As they turned around, three doorways in the hall swung open, one after the other. With another tap on Cress’s port, they closed with a gust of wind.

“Right,” Kai considered, sounding startled, “but the palace guard permitted you to do that, as you said. So it’s not an issue—”

Kai’s port chimed from his belt. Its incessant buzzing was one customised for emergencies. He accepted the comm.

“Your Majesty, we’ve just detected a breach in our palace mainframe. Someone has gained access to our system.” The voice was muffled, but Cinder’s acute audio sensors raised the volume to listen.

“Yes, it’s Crescent Darnel. Didn’t you give her permission to do so?”

“No, Your Majesty. It appears Darnel-dàren has entered through our codebreak point. We cannot control any of the software activity from that server. I am most grateful that it was only her accessing it. It is a highly compromisable position.”

Kai raised his eyes skyward. He looked drained. “Thank you for alerting me. Yes. Goodbye.”

Cress, unable to hear the conversation, unplugged her device and closed the box. “What I was about to say is that you can’t hack in remotely without approval, but this point is an independent server. The security team can’t control anything done on it.”

“Yes, that has just been made clear to me.” Kai clenched his teeth to disguise what was, Cinder guessed, mortification. She was glad for it. At least something was getting through his thick skull.

“This is the most vulnerable point of the whole palace. Once you control this, you can prevent the guards from accessing you, head right to the security room, and take over the whole palace. Actually, I wish I had known about it when we kidnapped you. It would’ve made it a lot easier.” Cress chuckled but stopped when she saw Kai’s hunched shoulders and gaunt face. “This isn’t your fault, Kai. It’s just…hacking is always getting more advanced and people aren’t prepared for such rapid change. That’s all.”

His limp posture didn’t change.

Cress shot Cinder a guilty look of what did I say? But Cinder just shook her head. “So do you think this should be our main priority?”

“Definitely. Thankfully, it’s an easy fix. I just have to write up some new programming to protect the doors. But the current ID scanners can’t run that software—they’re too old.”

Cinder chewed on her lip. “Would it work on the Heston model 3.1 scanners?”

Cress mused for a moment. “It should.”

“Well, problem solved. I’m already organising to get those scanners anyway.”

Cress let out a little ah in satisfaction. They took two steps forward.

“Wait,” Kai called weakly. He stretched out his hand. “This door is in the middle of the palace. It would take an awful lot of strategy to get here undetected, and even then, no one can hack like you, Cress. They would be much slower than you, and by that time, the guards would apprehend them.”

“I guess so,” Cress answered, but it was uncertain.

The door stood imposingly before them. Kai’s words filtered through Cinder’s ears, but she delegated them to some other part of her mind. She judged the metal box, its height in comparison to her own. Analysed its material and tossed up guesses of how much brute force would be needed to impact it. It was hollow for the hardware inside. The door was a thin cover on the front, only about a centimetre’s length at the hinges. It wasn’t robust.

Cinder stepped backwards and repositioned herself directly in line with the box. Inspecting. Calculating.

Kai moved out of her path, appealing to Cress. “I don’t think we should scare the staff by telling them the entire security system is inadequate. There are some issues with the system, but it still serves its purpose well enough. We’re still protected in the pal—”

Cinder surged forward and slammed her foot into the box. A loud clanging sound rippled through the metal as her heel connected with the facing.

As she’d anticipated, the cover gave out instantly, hanging solely from the hinges. Inside was a collection of flashing green and red lights under rows of buttons. Cinder reached forward, flipped the biggest switch, and the mahogany door slid open.

All was silent but for the crackle of sparking wires. The cover crashed to the polished wooden floors with a heavy thud.

Cress looked impressed. Kai looked defeated.

She backed up again and wiped her hands on her trousers. “And that was with my human leg.”

———

“Groaning, Torin rubbed his fingers over his temples. It had been a long time since Kai had seen that expression on his adviser. The expression that indicated that he thought Kai was a moron.” – Cress, Chapter Twenty-Two

Creak.

The bedroom door opened. Ironically, it only made that loud, grating sound when someone tried to open it inconspicuously. Otherwise, it was silent.

Kai avoided Cinder’s gaze as he entered their room. She sat atop the covers of their bed, having turned in for the night. Since he said nothing, she did the same.

After a quiet dinner in which they watched a net drama and didn’t say very much to each other, Kai suggested that she take her free time in the garage. He was a little insistent when he said it, but Cinder was more than happy to go tinker anyway. Hours later she returned to their quarters and had a shower alone when Kai told her he would have one soon.

She finished getting ready for bed right when Kai, perhaps coincidentally, decided he would have his shower. Maybe he was expecting her to already be asleep when he finally retired for the evening. Alas, she was wide awake, reading through her port. A knowing, vacant smile rested on her face.

Kai padded across the room to the balcony. Cinder brought her port up to hide her smile, her eyes following him over the rim of the device.

“Close the curtains,” he ordered, glancing outside surreptitiously to the left and right. He didn’t stop scanning until the fabric hit the floor.

“Scared someone will break in through the window?”

He jumped and twirled around. With feigned insouciance, he said, “Nothing wrong with a little privacy.”

Cinder curled up her legs as he folded down the covers and climbed into bed. His shirt clung to his still-damp skin and his hair was fluffy—over blow-dried, she guessed, given the six minutes and thirty-two seconds that her brain recorded the sound going for.

She remained silent, crossing her arms over her chest and waiting for him to finally look at her. It took him longer than necessary to settle in. Then he fiddled with his bedside clock, changing the settings from a blue light to a warm purple.

Eventually, when there was nothing else to busy himself with, he turned to her. Finding her watching him, he rubbed his ear and looked away.

They both stared at the foot of the bed, neither moving. Cinder closed the tabs on her port, set the notifications to silent and clicked it off. Kai dragged his palms down the blanket.

“How was the garage—”

“—Did you get to read your book?”

Their eyes snapped back to each other. Three seconds passed before they fell into laughter, and the bizarre, palpable tension evaporated.

Kai pulled a hand down his face. “I’ll start again. Did you get to finish your project?”

“No,” she sighed and rested against the headboard. “I felt bad having fun with my own projects when all the staff are scrambling to fix the doors. I haven’t had the opportunity to order the ID scanners Cress wants either, and by then I’ll be too busy with the economic bill to help.”

Sympathy enveloped his features. “You’re the empress first, freelance mechanic second. They understand why you’re not always available.”

“I know. But it’s the one time they need my help and I can’t offer it. And the housekeepers haven’t even hired new head mechanics yet.”

“Mm, we should rectify that.”

“After we fix more immediate problems, perhaps,” she suggested, her words laden with connotation.

“Well, I got to ask my question,” he deflected rather forcefully, that in itself acknowledging her insinuation. “What was yours?”

Her eyes fell to her lap. “Can I change it?”

“Sure.”

“Do you feel better now?”

Kai’s hands clutched the blanket. “Pardon?”

“You were avoiding me tonight.”

He grimaced. “Sorry. I’ve probably seemed…distant.”

That knowing smile returned. She reached over to stroke his cheek. “I didn’t mind, I knew that you would talk to me when you were ready. Are you okay?”

His cheeks turned red under her touch. “Yeah, just…I’m ashamed. I didn’t want to face you knowing that I’ve made a fool out of myself with this whole security debacle.”

She scoffed. “I wasn’t going to bite your head off for it. I mean, admittedly, I am pretty frustrated with you over this because—”

“I know, I know,” he groaned, “I don’t know why, I just spaced.”

“Spaced?” Her voice rose. “For four years, in which I reminded you multiple times?”

Kai sat up. “C’mon, I at least started. You’ve seen the upgrades yourself!”

“Yeah, but you didn’t finish! It’s okay to space and forget to show up to a meeting or return a comm. But the security of the entire palace staff?” A disbelieving laugh tore from her. “You can’t have just forgotten!”

“I didn’t!” he defended. “Not entirely. I just—ugh, there were so many other things I had to prioritise so I put it on the back burner. I wasn’t ignoring it.”

“Uh-huh.”

He glared. “I’m being serious. Have some faith in me.”

“I do!” spilled out of her. She jumped up from the bed, stringing her hands through her hair. “I have always had faith in you. That’s why I’m completely baffled by you! You’ve had plenty of time.”

A sour eye-roll. “Do you recall all the letumosis recovery programs I’ve had to instigate over that time? Lunar immigration? Cyborg rights? Promulgating the bio-lock?” And then, acerbically, “Did you fix all of Luna’s problems before you abdicated?”

Electrified silence engulfed them.

“That’s not the same,” she contested.

He pinned her with a doubtful stare.

“Safety should always be the top priority. You say that in every meeting about workplace legislation—why doesn’t it count here?”

Her diatribe was overshadowed by plain confusion. Confusion as to how her capable and competent husband could have forgotten something so obvious, so substantial.

Cinder paced the floor to calm herself down. Her therapist always told her that her temper got the better of her, so she squeezed her arms and circled around, forcing herself to suck in air.

Kai’s tense look faltered. He seemed about to speak, but then hung his head.

“Don’t do that,” she rebuked.

“Do what?”

Her bare metal foot scuffed the carpet. “Don’t give up and tell me that ‘I’m right’ and we should just ‘move on’.” She softened. “Yes, you were busy, but you should care for your staff as well as you care for the nation.”

Kai didn’t retort anything back. He let out a long breathy sigh and spread his hands in an appeasing gesture. “You’re right.”

“What did I just say?”

He flinched. “I’m sorry, just let me explain myself.”

She laughed—in relief this time—and made her way back to him. “That’s all I want.”

Cinder crawled up the bed to sit in front of him, giving her full attention. She pried his hands away when she saw that his fingernails were digging craters into his palms.

“I have been irresponsible. And you’re right to be mad—you put your trust in me and I’ve broken it.”

“You haven’t broken my trust, love—”

“No,” he insisted. “You asked me to do something, I clearly understood it, and I didn’t do it anyway. I deserve blame here.”

She brought his knuckles against her cheek. “I just want to understand why.”

He paused to think. “I started on it, like I said. Then Lysander Steele attacked, which made us realise that we would need much more complex upgrades, but before we could implement anything…” His hand dropped from her cheek to trace over her wedding ring. “I decided I wanted to propose to you.”

Surprised, she checked that the ring he was stroking was still safe. “What does that have to do with it?” She rarely took her wedding ring off, but normally she would have her engagement ring on her bedside while she slept. Now paranoia had her concealing it in her calf department.

“Now, this is the part where I myself get a little lost on what I was thinking. As soon as I proposed to you I just…shut a door off in my mind. I didn’t cancel the upgrades, but I kept procrastinating.”

“Didn’t my reminders help?” she murmured.

“I think that’s actually why.” Kai pulled her to his chest. She nestled her head under his chin. “I had dreams of you becoming my empress, storming through this palace and turning it upside down with your ideas. Everyone was going to be bewildered by you, and I wanted that more than anything.” He licked his lips, deep in reverie. “I wanted to see your spark at work, changing our home so that it would be ours. Not just mine.”

He spoke tenderly, and it wasn’t too far from what had actually happened. Cinder had caused a racket when she’d moved in, or so she’d been told. It hadn’t been intentional.

She squeezed him tight. “You really thought that?”

“Yep. I was lonely a lot when you lived on Luna, so I kept imagining what it would be like when we’d finally be together. It kept me going.”

“I did that too,” she whispered.

“And you stopped mentioning the security, so I guess my brain filed that under something you would do when you came. You were so set on it, I figured anything I did, you’d come and switch around anyway.”

She extricated herself to face him front on. “So…you’re saying that you compromised the safety of hundreds of staff because of your romantic fantasies?”

“Subconsciously so.” He scratched his neck, his ears turning pink. His back sank down into the pillows. “It’s a terrible excuse, but it’s the truth.”

An amused, completely and irrevocably loving look came over her. The anxiety that had been rising within her like a plume of smoke all week purified to fresh air.

Cinder clasped his shoulder and tilted his chin upwards for a kiss. He kissed back eagerly, in the way he always did after they argued—relieved, and grateful that she wasn’t really mad at him. Cinder felt the same; she hated when they couldn’t get past a block in their communication, so for the kiss to have all the same sincerity and butterflies as any other they shared was liberating.

He sponged kisses along her nose and temple as added apologies. Before he came back to her lips, she withdrew.

Firm hands cupped his face. “Love?”

“Hmm?”

She smirked. With all the adoration and exasperation possible to muster, “You are a moron.”

Kai blinked, momentarily dazed. “Hey!” he yelled, swatting her hand away.

Cinder rolled onto her side with a deep belly laugh. Tears could’ve almost pricked her eyes.

“I’ll have you know that this is a mutually moronic marriage,” he declared, laughing as well.

“I’m not sure, I mean, in this case it mostly seems like you…”

That comment received a joking hit with his pillow, only making her laugh harder.

“Okay, okay,” she wheezed, “Next time I’m being a moron, I give you full permission to call me out. But this time, it was you.”

He nodded. “I’ll accept that.”

She tossed back the pillow and shuffled next to him. “I love you. And you are a moron. But what matters now is that we resolve the repercussions of your moronic behaviour.” She offered her hand. “Deal?”

A firm handshake. “Deal.”

The bedside clock read 23:14. Cinder compelled herself to get under the covers though the windstorm of emotions had left her much too jittery for sleep. “I’m sorry too. I took a dig at you right in front of Cress today. That was mean.”

“No, you were right,” he said firmly. “I’ve been too defensive, but, to be honest, I’ve been freaking out inside. I wanted to believe that it wasn’t really that bad, because if something happened, it would be my fault.”

So it had been a wake-up call, just as she’d hoped.

Once they were cuddled together, Cinder’s eyelids fluttered shut. “Can you do something for me?”

“Anything.”

“Can you not avoid me again?” she requested, somewhat meekly. “I don’t mind having our down time separately, but I don’t like being distant from you.”

“I won’t,” he promised. “I’ll try not to do something stupid like this again, so I shouldn’t have any incentive to go AWOL.”

A snort erupted from Cinder.

“What?”

“I’m not sure about that,” she drawled. “Torin has already told me about some of your…similarly moronic moments in the past. Seems like a trend.”

He butted her forehead with his own. “I’ll just prove you both wrong.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Kai pushed hair from her eyes, kissed her goodnight and turned off the light. But, as she’d known, she was too awake to fall asleep right away.

“Torin will side with me.”

Kai frowned, barely visible in the darkness. “Who said anything about taking sides?”

“He will.”

Notes - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

Cinder Cress friendship. Cinder Cress friendship. CINDER CRESS FRIENDSHIP.

@cinderswrench @cindersassasin @hayleblackburn @spherical-empirical @salt-warrior @just2bubbly @gingerale2017 @zephyr-thedragon @holdmysparks @oceanspray5 @icarusignite @shellyseashell @kaider-is-my-otp @slmkaider @luna-maximoff-22 @cosmicnovaflare @kaixiety

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choco-bloop · 1 year

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CW for Blood, Violence and (kinda) Temporary Character Death

The first thing that came to False’s mind when she was told the rift was open was that she could return back to Hermitcraft.

Back home.

And not locked up in her own twin’s lab.

And so there she was, with all the other rulers (excluding Pixlriffs, Jimmy, Oli and Fwhip), standing on the stone bridge that was lined by their shops; all waiting for the call of the horn to fly in and stop the hermits.

The sound of Fwhip’s horn echoed in the area. Everyone there took off quickly in a flash of fireworks and smoke.

False paused for a moment, should she just blow everyone up and assume the identity of “Hermit False”?

Or should she have a bit more fun toying around with her own twin as revenge?

“False? Are you coming? Everyone else is probably already at the rift,” Gem’s voice cut her out of her thoughts.

She paused for a few moments. Thinking about what would be the best response to it without raising any suspicions. “Don’t worry about me, I just need to do some final checks on my items,”

Gem gave her an unconvinced glance before flying off towards Fort Riff-less.

False clutched her head, more memories of her time being stuck in a lab under her own base returning.

‘She’s going to pay for everything.’

Gem was beginning to wonder if she should have stayed with Empires False for longer.

She assumed that the Hermits would be easily able to break through the defences and enter the rift; but another look at her communicator said that no one so far had gotten past.

Which wasn’t good as she had been expecting a fast escape before Empires False snapped and tried to chase down… well the other False.

Gem looked at the mess of the bridge, hermits and rulers scrambling back and forth trying to stop the other group; it would be impossible to safely bring False to safety without either of them getting hurt in the process.

She remembered the conversation she had with False a while after she had tagged Oli. Where False had explained to her that she and the False from “Cogsmead” were not the same False.

And that Hermit False had erased Empires False’s memories in a moment of desperation, which was why she seemed so lost.

And that if Empires False were to ever regain certain parts of her memories, Hermit False would be in danger.

Basically the main takeaway from that conversation was that the two Falses should never meet under any circumstances.

Gem had a feeling that Empires False had those specific parts of her memories recently - it would explain why there was a sudden chain of deaths for the hermits with no explanation and no link to the game of tag going on.

Of course there were some hermits who did not die during that period of time but it was more likely because either 1) they weren’t with the initial group of hermits or 2) attacking them would cause major upset from other rulers

The sounds of distant fireworks going off snapped Gem out of her thoughts - Empires False was closing in. She spread her wings, diving down towards False, who had still yet to realise what was going to happen.

A force shoved her to one side - sending her flying into the nearby hill.

A few voices called out to her, not before being quickly drowned out by an even bigger commotion. Despite her blurry vision, Gem still knew what had gone down

Empires False had arrived.

False had been on edge since she saw some of the rulers guarding the rift, trying to prevent the hermits from entering. The longer they dwelled in Empires, the higher the chance that she and her would bump into each other.

And given her returning memories, that would not end well for False herself.

So far, everything seemed alright - it was just Pixl, Oli, Jimmy and Fwhip. None of the other rulers.

And then Fwhip blew his horn and the rulers all came flying in, causing the bridge to become one huge mess.

Despite the mess, the only two rulers who had yet to appear were Gem and her.

False hoped that either Gem was keeping her twin occupied or that she was just not notified by the other rulers that they were planning to stop the hermits.

She pulled her bowstring, letting an arrow fly and hit Shelby before bringing up her shield to block a shot from Fwhip.

With both hands on her sword, False leapt up, preparing to slam it down on Katherine.

She could barely register others’ exclamations before she felt a sword in her stomach.

False coughed out a mouthful of blood as the sword was quickly removed, causing her to fall down towards the river. She tossed her sword to her left hand, using her right to grab onto the bridge.

A boot stomped down onto her right hand, causing her to let out another shout of pain.

“Look what we have here,” she taunted, crouching down to look at her. “I finally found you,” her lips contorted into a cruel smirk.

The last time False had seen that smirk was moments before she destroyed the lab; which had almost killed her and revealed their identities as twins to the entire server.

That also meant that she had to find a way out of her current situation quickly before she got killed and everyone would get their memories of the incident wiped.

She could let herself drop, giving herself an opportunity to use her elytra and fly just a bit away from the bridge. But False didn’t know how much her stab wound would affect her flight - for all she knew she could end up crashing straight into fort riff-less. Or she would be able to easily catch up with her and finish her off.

Or False could attack her to get her off her right hand, giving herself the chance to hop back onto the bridge. And at least then she might have a semblance of a fighting chance.

Of course False was going to take her chances with the second option. Making sure she wasn’t looking, she put away her sword before taking out one of her arrows. With her hand close to the tip, she lifted her left hand up and plunged the arrow into her foot. She grimaced internally - she did not want to do this to her own twin.

She stumbled back from the pain, giving False the chance to swing herself onto the bridge. She put a hand over her wound, watching the blood quickly stain her glove; she was on a race against time to kill her before she gave out to her injury.

False gave a look to the hermits who still hadn’t crossed the rift, trying to tell them, “Get to the rift. Now.” Thankfully they seemed to understand her quick message and ran behind her - now swarming Fort Riff-less in one last ditch effort.

“Oh you bastard,” she spat, standing up from her earlier injury. False took out her sword, preparing herself for one last fight to stop her. She looked at the rift - most of the Hermits had gone through, with the rulers following after either in curiosity or fear of what would happen should they stay.

False sighed. She didn’t want to hurt her own twin. They had spent so long pretending to just be “FalseSymmetry”. Not as twins. Just as a single player on the Hermitcraft server.

But she couldn’t let what her own twin did to the other hermits slide. False knew that she messed up when she forgot to remind Xisuma not to chase after her - resulting in him forgetting everything he was told.

False raised her shield to block a swing from her twin. Between the two of them, she indeed was the better fighter. But her twin’s face read only one thing - bloodlust.

Her desire to kill her seemed to be the only thing keeping her twin going. False knew that in any other circumstances her twin would’ve moved away to create some distance between the two of them.

Another slash on her chest sent blood splattering all over the bridge and False stumbling backwards. She ducked down to avoid a slash aimed at her neck before returning the attack with a slash that left a similar gash along her twin’s chest.

“Deciding to be selfless today huh? You’re not scared of what could happen?” Her twin taunted, slowly backing up towards the rift.

“Stop stalling. I know you want to go back into Hermitcraft,” False spat as she drew her bowstring again, landing an arrow into her shoulder. She ran past her twin, blocking her path to the Rift. “But I’m not going to let you go through,”

She sure hoped that the rift would close on its own. Otherwise she would have to do it herself.

Her twin didn’t verbally reply, only smirking in response. False stood there waiting, her vision beginning to blur from the blood loss - but she couldn’t rest, she couldn’t risk all the hermits again.

Her twin readied her sword, False did the same.

This was going to be her last chance.

Her twin swung first, barely missing her eye and instead leaving a bloody streak along her cheek. Using the opening from her swing, False plunged her sword into her twin’s chest, watching blood splatter all over both of them.

“I’m sorry.” False wasn’t the emotional type; but having to kill her own sister with her bare hands was something she never wanted to do.

False removed the sword, about to walk away when something smashed into her head, causing her vision to blur significantly. She looked down at her twin’s hand, only shards of glass remaining in it.

‘Shit… the amnesia potions…’ the world began to spin for False, her grip on her sword loosening.

With her last few breaths before she had to respawn, False watched her twin collapse to the ground from her wounds.

Then she fell and began to forget

#falsesymmetry #hermitcraft false #empires smp false #hermitcraft x empires #fanfic #mcyt fanfic #canon divergence #basically a what-if E!False was also there at fort Riff-less #I started this before the twin lore reveal so some parts might seem a bit off #the girls are fighting #might do a sequel about what happens afterwards #ft. our very lovely celestial god Gem

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spider-xan · 6 months

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Wicksteed Murder anon here. I should have clarified, I was referring to chapter from The Invisible Man. I don't who thst other anon is.

No worries, and I apologize for being snappish and you unfortunately catching my grumpiness through no fault of your own!

Anyway, it's been a long time since I last read the Invisible Man, even though I've been meaning to re-read it for years, so I went and re-read just the Wicksteed Murder chapter - therefore, my preliminary thoughts are based on this one chapter and whatever else I remember about the rest of the book, so I might be missing important context that might make a difference in my reading.

So the impression I got is that Griffin grabbed the iron bar as a means of self defence rather than deliberating setting out to murder someone who isn't Kemp, but Griffin being impulsive as he is, he forgot that, you know, an iron bar floating in the air and moving in its own would look suspicious, even to someone with no knowledge of his existence; at some point, Wicksteed's attention was caught by this, and his curiosity got the better of him when he realized that smacking whatever it was got reactions, not unlike how people cruelly play around with insects; eventually, he cornered Griffin at the pit, maybe without a true awareness of what was going on, and Griffin, being impulsive and prone to anger, initially struck out in self defence and fear in a cornered animal sort of way that's understandable given everyone being out to get him, but got carried away as his rage took over; as for his crying later, it could be due to stress or remorse, but we don't know bc on the one hand, Griffin is definitely not a good person by any means, but at that point, I don't think he's a cold-blooded killer or a wanton murderer who gets off on brutally killing people either.

The chapter and the book in general is interesting bc we never actually get Griffin's point of view outside of him recounting his backstory, and even that is told through the eyes of someone else, I think, so what really happened at the pit and how Griffin felt about the killing (assuming he did it, but the evidence seems to point towards that he did and it's a matter of intent and motivation) is ultimately ambiguous; I think Wells was possibly commentating on the nature of second-hand accounts and the press as well by structuring the story as he did with a non-omniscient narrator.

Lastly, one thing that struck me that didn't the last time I read the book was how now that I've actually read Jekyll and Hyde, there are a lot of similarities between the Wicksteed and Carew murders, in how both Griffin and Hyde beat an older man to death with a stick undeservedly, which they later cry over, and in both cases, we first learn about the story from a second-hand report; of course, there are differences too, like how we later get Jekyll's perspective of the incident, Wicksteed was more provocative than Carew was, and Griffin was already a wanted man while Hyde wasn't yet, etc.; if I recall correctly, Wells described to his editor wanting the Invisible Man to be like a Jekyll and Hyde, possibly in the sense of being a short horror thriller, but who knows what he meant by that exactly.

#asks #invisible man #the invisible man #hg wells #h g wells #jekyll and hyde

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madaboutmunson · 9 months

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Let's go with Chapter. If you have a Chapter 5 on any of the WIPs

Thanks for the ask :)

I didn't think I did, until I found a partial Hell Raiser Chapter 5 so here you are :)

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Not knowing how long he could keep the tears at bay, he took a shortcut through the barriers. The last thing he needed was for some jacked-up dumbass giving him shit for crying too.

Gods, this place sucked.

Eddie could have sanded down every sharp edge he had and contorted himself like a pretzel, and he felt he still would never fit into the obscure hole required just to have an easy life.

Whilst it was true he was loud and stood out, it was because he had no choice. He could not fit it in. He'd tried for years.

Kept his hobbies quiet and pretended he liked things he loathed, but he always ended up in the same place. Cast aside and/or at the hurting end of someone's fist.

They must be able to smell it on him, his differences, and that's why in middle school, he'd hacked off his neat preppy hair, and he'd thrown most of his clothes into a bonfire someone in the trailer park was having. He only saved his mom's leather jacket, some jeans, and a plain black t-shirt. Wayne was furious initially because he couldn't figure out what had possessed Eddie to do something so out of character.

In his Uncle’s defence, he’d known Eddie for only a few weeks and met him a handful of times before. They constantly moved because his Dad was continually getting in trouble, and when he finally left, they settled into a nice place. Eddie tried his best there, but even with the right clothes, neighbours, and sports, he was still the new kid, forever on the outside. Then Mom got sick. So the Eddie he met wasn’t who he’d always been. The Eddie he got was a grieving, worn down, desperate to fit in Eddie, who was a few nudges away from breaking. And Hawkins pushed, so Eddie decided he wasn’t just gonna push back. He was gonna roundhouse kick this place right in the teeth with as much Eddie Munson as wouldn’t leave him vulnerable. If they were going to ostracise him, at least let it be for who he was rather than a cheap imitation of the fake people he had no genuine desire to be like.

But though Wayne was angry at the blatant disregard of his belongings, he asked him why, and Eddie replied, “I’m tired. He’s not me.” Wayne paused, cast his eyes to the ground and left the trailer.

He nervously fidgeted around his room for the next few hours, wondering what official Wayne would return with because Eddie was too much to handle. He’d lost the only person in the world whom he could be himself with, but Eddie wanted to live and breathe who he was. He didn't want to merely exist anymore.

When Wayne returned with a smartly-dressed woman at his side, Eddie thought the worst, but to his surprise, Wayne handed him a bag of plain black t-shirts, underwear, and socks and gestured to her, “This here’s Cheryl. She’s gonna fix your hair for ya’, and tomorrow we’ll go to the city. You can pick out some things you like. That sound good?”

#eddie munson #eddiemunson #eddie stranger things #wip wednesday #wip tag game #eddie munson fic snippet #eddie munson fan fic #madaboutmunson Hell Raiser #madaboutmunson #madaboutmunsonhellraiser

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decennia · 2 years

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LORNA AND OPHELIA LORNA AND OPHELIA LORNA AND OPHELIA ❤️🖤❤️🖤

this is gonna be so messy and i'm already so invested this dynamic has me in a chokehold–

lorna was moved around a lot following her first stint in arkham. her father was secretary of defence, and often found himself jetting off to wherever he was needed (in the dceu, this led to him unfortunately being present in metropolis during the superman incident, where he perished as collateral damage)

her mother was a gothamite, though, and so lorna had initially spent most of her time in gotham as a child, in a bid to give lorna some much needed stability

and so gotham was where lorna always eventually ended up

it was summer when she'd returned. alfred hadn't been at the manor – off running some errand – but ophelia was there

of course, finding a stranger in the manor was a shock to the system, and before ophelia could even introduce herself, lorna had removed a carving knife from the block and held it to ophelia's throat

it took bruce four minutes and forty eight seconds to talk lorna down and explain who ophelia was to him

ophelia had counted, because it was the only way to calm her heart as her pulse raced against steel

in all honesty, lorna just simply couldn't fathom the bruce wayne having a girlfriend. the beginnings of a reclusive nature had begun in childhood, and him being in a relationship was just never a thought that had ever occurred to lorna

she apologised to ophelia, but ophelia couldn't tell if she meant it or not

they spent some of that summer together, lorna third wheeling and a bit on edge (she's protective of bruce, but not in a possessive romantic jealousy kinda way. in more of a "he never healed, and i can't have his heart broken again" way)

ophelia managed to win over lorna over time, and eventually she warmed to ophelia

and then bruce left for oxford, and lorna returned to the military academy, and all that was left of their unlikely trio was ophelia, alone, in gotham

they met one more time before the events of the film; and it was the court hearing for the homicide case that got lorna committed to arkham once again

the case that lorna was outwardly taking the blame for, in spite of evidence not lining up. but her confession had no faults, every detail accounted for, and with her history of violence – once a sealed record, now public knowledge – it was so easy to just believe her

only ophelia couldn't, because she'd been with lorna during the time of the supposed murder; at least during the partial time-frame

headcanoning that maybe the strangeness of this case was what solidified ophelia's decision to enter into the police force as a coroner?

even when lorna returned during the events of the batman, their paths never crossed again, and lorna, who had tied her precarious friendship with ophelia so closely to bruce, never felt the need to reach out

although she had asked bruce about ophelia during the funeral

it was more manipulation than concern, for bruce was refusing to speak to her after what had happened and lorna knew that if she brought up something he cared about, he'd finally say something, anything to her

they'd only run into eachother after lorna had taken the position to oversee martial law being put in effect

gotham p.d. and the military were working very closely together to try and get order back in gotham

lorna, who'd earned her position through nepotism – she was there as a representative of her father, being his eyes and ears – had something to prove, a massive chip on her shoulder. she's more bulldog than girl at that point

and she genuinely thinks the batman is the problem

bruce had said it himself: crime had been up since he'd taken to the streets

imagine lorna lovestrange's surprise at finding ophelia working the morgue while trying to track down enough evidence to raid the iceberg lounge

they catch up over coffee

but when the batman rises in conversation, lorna can immediately tell that ophelia knows who is under the mask

she'd always had a way of telling when people lied to her. inherited from her mother, no doubt.

she could never tell when bruce lied, though. he'd been doing it since they were children, with all his "i'm fine"s and "i'll be okay"s

bruce was her blindspot, but ophelia was a crack in the batman's armour that lorna was going to expose

the seeds of mistrust – ones that never truly went away – began to sprout and grow once more

but then lorna lovestrange disappears

either as a result of lorna's position of direct opposition against the penguin, or something much more sinister; ophelia's mind can't help but leap to the worst possible conclusions

and ophelia is dreading the day that lorna turns up again, but as a body on the slab

(also headcanoning that ophelia narrowly escapes becoming one of the wedding guests at lorna's unwilling marriage to tommy elliot during a potential hush-centered sequel to the batman)

#oc: lorna lovestrange #oc: ophelia garcia lopez #aka my wife #my beloved #crossover #the batman oc

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