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akissoflifewrites · 1 month

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Minors and ageless pages do not continue, i am kindly asking you to leave. WC:1944

*hyperventilates* do i seem nervous? I AM—not . HELLO! zuko here- okay lemme stop. THIS IS THE VERY FIRST WRITE IVE DONE HERE OMG! do let me know how i’ve done DEFINITELY would appreciate feedback and tips 100% anyways.. how do you come up with y’all titles?

You lay in bed, trying to ignore the annoying sound of your phone constantly ringing.

You don’t have to guess who it is, you already know it’s Dabi. He deleted every other number in your phone, even family. Deemed them unimportant.

That you only needed his number and his alone.

Why aren’t you picking up? Why are you ignoring him?

Because you heard on the news about the attack against UA and the missing kid, the fire. You knew he was linked to it.

A major battle went down and you know he’s calling for a place to stay. Needing to lay low for a couple of days. Like always.

You can’t handle the stress he brings you sometimes, besides the villainous acts. With him acting sweet one moment then fiery the next, the little mind games he keeps on you felt almost impossible to beat. . His movements were always so unpredictable.

He once left with no contact for months and just showed up on your couch one random day.

As if he casually lived with you.

He’s always been that way, growing up as close friends you didn’t really question or mind him popping up in your bedroom from time to time. How he got in was always unknown. You were just happy he’d come to see you even after his.. disappearance.

The rings started to echo each time getting louder and louder. You know it’s just your head, your anxiety kicking in.

What if he’s really hurt, or they found him? You anxiously bite your lip going through the possibilities.

You cave in– like always. Picking up and immediately heard him take a drag from whatever smoke it was he was smoking.

“Took you long enough, dollface” his raspy voice sent chills down your spine. You hated how quickly and easily your body responded to him, even over the phone.

“I was sleeping” your voice came out shaky, he could tell when you were lying. Hell, he was the one who taught you to lie properly.

“Mhmm right, you still in that little apartment right” he took another drag, and his question made you sit up. If he has to ask he’s here. He knew you knew better than to just up and leave.

“I'm not home at the moment!” you frantically responded

“Oh yeah,” his voice sounded amused as if he was going to chuckle “So who’s this on the bed” You froze before scanning around the room. Nothing. You froze with realization.

The balcony.

By the street lights shining in you forgot to close the blinds. He told you about that.

Once you turned to look your heart jumped up your throat.

There he was, back facing you, the smoke from his joint mixing with the rain outside.

“Come open the door” his words weren’t demanding but somehow it felt that way.

You did hesitate for a little before moving to the glassdoors anyway.

Watching him toss the last of his smokes. You scanned over him. His clothes smelled like heavy smoke. He’s hurt, bleeding down his arm. He likely had to reopen any wound he had to get on the balcony.

At this point, you had no doubt he was involved.

“Now then” he turned to you, his piercing blue eyes stunned you. They're beautiful no doubt. You used to love the way they looked down at you with care.

“So..” you hesitated “I guess that was you then” You looked away into the rain, your face softened thinking of the dangers he brought. The people he’s-

“There you go makin’ that face again” his tone was softer than before.

“What face?” you looked up at him, you knew what he was talking about and wouldn’t dare admit it.

He stared ignoring your oblivious question. “ ya gonna let me in or what” he didn’t need an answer before walking in anyways. His heavy boots left mud tracks. And you just mopped.

“Shoes!” your eyes narrowed looking at the mess you had to clean up. He rolled his eyes sliding them off. You immediately left them outside.

Touya made himself a home, like always tossing his half-shredded coat on a stool and plopping on the couch. Letting his head lean back. While he relaxed you got the first aid.

You stood in front of him unpacking everything you needed.

He took the time to examine you slowly. You had on a little belly shirt with some silly character plastered on the front of it. Some nonmatching shorts, that would be considered a second layer of panties.

Not that he minded at all.

His rough free hand pulled you onto his lap. “Touya I'm trying to, finish this up” You moved his hand but didn’t move from his lap. He didn’t respond. He liked watching you so focused on him. You looked so cute trying to carefully bandage him.

“Gimme kiss” he teased, he was always so mixed, gentle with you one minute and harsh the next. You felt your cheeks heat up but ultimately leaned in giving him a kiss on his rough lips.

He grinned “ya always do as your told, dollface” he patted your ass in amusement.

He won’t lie, he did miss you just a tiny bit while he was away with..work. Of course, you’ll never know this but he looked forward to popping up on you.

“No” Your thighs twitched feeling him take a nice grip on your ass. This was the reaction he could always get out of you.

You didn’t stop him when you felt his hand reach up the back of your crop. His rough fingers glide on your smooth skin.

“Missed my touch huh” he teased seeing the blush on your cheeks, the way your thighs trembled slightly. “NO” you lied VERY badly.

you almost were able to get up after finishing but he caught you just in time.

“Don’t be shy now” he held your hips guiding you back perfectly on his lap. His thumbs caressing the fat on your hips.

“Don’t you know what you're talking about” You played innocent, of course, you missed his touch, and what it does to you. His hands slip into the back of your shorts rubbing circles on your cheeks, lightly spreading them and letting them gently slap back together.

Pools.

You were wet, the room was quiet with you taking in his touch and him loving how much you reacted to him. He wanted to ruin you. Been thinking about it for a while.

His fingers slip passed your ass lightly teasing your folds. “You aint miss me, right” he chuckled

“See that's ‘cus your hands are on me!” you argued

“Man all it took was my hands” he grinned “Lemme see how wet you get with my dick pumping you full” The way he looked at you already had you melting in his lap. You could feel his dick practically begging to be freed from restraints.

His left hand left your body, leaving you kinda cold wanting it back. His hand reached up grabbing a fist full of your hair, making you tilt your head back to face him properly.

His lips mixed with yours and it was over from there. You knew you wanted more of his touch and leaned into it to take it.

Completely melting into his kiss. He moved your head back, a thin string of saliva connecting you too. He looked at your eyes hooded and “needy aren’t we” he playfully kissed you once again before practically ripping your shirt off your body.

He got a good handful of your tits pressing them together letting them jiggle back in place. He pinched them roughly tugging on them. Causing you to gasp at how rough he was being with them.

“Gentle Touya” you almost whined

“Now when have i ever been that” he slipped your nipple into his mouth immediately swirling his rough tongue around it, biting it just enough to leave it tender.

You rocked your hips on him, aching and wanting some kind of release. “Don’cha worry dollface, you’ll get it” he with ease removed your bottom layers.

“Don’t just sit there, ya want it right” he moved back watching you watch him “Come get it” he loved the way your hands reached for him. How gentle you were trying to be with his shaft.

You always drooled over Touya’s dick, the length alone made you want nothing more than him. Not to mention the girth of it. The thick vein ran on the side to the pink of his tip.

“Watch it now, ya drooling” he teased taking his own length and running the tip between your folds. Making sure to coat himself generously with your juices before taking you with one hand and holding his dick still with the other, letting you sit on it.

You slowly took him, taking your time to sit completely on him. You haven't had him in a while and nothing you have can compare to the stretch he gives you.

He took your hips pushing you completely down earning a surprised gasp from you and a satisfied groan from him. “Fuck yer so fucking wet doll” You immediately cling to him, your face buried in the crook of his neck.

He gave your ass a decent slap “ yer doin' the work, now get to it” he gave you a quick thrust up to get you started.

You rocked your hips slowly gaining a rhythm and pace, the sloppy sounds of y'all skins slapping overpowering the harsh rain outside.

You tried muffling your moans. Touya gripped your hair again making you tilt back “I don’t remember telling ya to keep quiet” he grumbled in between breaths “Lemme hear how much of a slut you are for me “

He wrapped his arms around your thighs lifting you up and flipping you on your back. As much as he loved watching you take him. He wanted to ruin your pretty hole himself.

Pressing your knees back and sinking deeply into you “fuck doll” he moved back until the tip was only in and pressed deeping into you.

He kept rocking into you at an uneven speed, a sloppy sweet pace. He felt your hands run to his hair tugging at it nicely.

He moved back and let his dick continue to rock into you, he moved his shirt into his mouth to see the bulge he makes every time he pushed deep into you.

His thumb rubbed circles around your pearly clit.

“Tou-Touya!” his grin grew as he felt you tighten around him inching closer and closer to your release. “Don’cha wait for me, cum for me” he pressed and rocked deep into you until his own hips stuttered and he shot his sticky into you, pumping you full of him. Making sure not a drop is wasted.

He slipped out watching the pool he created leak straight out of you.

He stared at your body recovering. Before sticking his fingers in you collecting just a bit of his sticky. “Open” he demanded ever so lightly- and you do. He pressed his fingers in your mouth, which you happily suck. He moved them before giving you a sloppy kiss and then gathering his things.

“You leaving?” you asked kinda hurt that he didn’t stay long

“yeah, try not ta miss me too much, dollface” he responded buckling his pants belt. He glanced over to you with a silent sigh.

“There ya go making that face again” he grabbed his coat before bending down, placing a rough kiss on your forehead “ y’know I’ll be back”

“You promise?” “We don’t do promises, remember”

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robboyblunder · 2 years

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Got a break from college work to mess around with alcohol markers and immediately became possessed to draw these three in shenanigans. I wanted to draw them the second the chapter came out and I feel liberated finally doing so!

I will 100% be drawing them more just you wait

Image ID under the cut!

(please don’t repost or use these, and leave my description; thanks! reblogs appreciated!)

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the first image is the group of sweet cap'n and k-k posing happily together balanced on k-k's extended leg. They're swinging and singing together with their eyes closed in joy surrounded by music notes. Cap'n is on the left with his foot on k-k's leg, sweet is hanging off the other two's necks in the center, and k-k is on the right supporting sweet's left leg (our right) with one arm while walking towards the left.

the second image shows a page spread of the trio sweet cap'n cakes getting into various entrapment situations. In the top left, sweet has gotten stuck on the top of his flat head with text pointing at it saying 'Flat Big Head'. He looks distressed with his limbs flailing in fear. Middle right kk has been caught mid motion by the handle on top of his head getting stuck on a branch with text pointing at it saying 'caught on data tree'. He is shocked with his leg extended mid stride with an exclamation point, but still smiling. The tree is all 90 degree angles and squares of magenta, orange and yellow make the leaves. Bottom left Cap'n is hanging by his hood which has been caught in a rising elevator. He is limp and sweating nervously with an exasperated expression in his speech bubble. The text pointing to him reads 'hood caught in elevator'.

the third image is a continuation of the previous page showing that sweet and kk are now hanging off of cap'n's leg in an attempt to free him only to hospitalize him. On the left cap'n is still limp and hanging but text is pointing at him reading 'no longer conscious'. Sweet it gripping his leg looking down in horror with text saying 'a lot of regret'. kk hanging off of sweet by wrapping one arm on his leg to his own head also looks fearful but is still smiling with text reading 'regret'. On the right is the aftermath with cap'n sitting in a hospital bed with a neck brace and gown hooked up to an IV feeding him electricity. He is saying ‘yo, I appreciate you tried to help, but next time? don’t hang off me’. kk is weeping and sitting in a chair beside him with sweet in his lap, who is holding a bouquet of square flowers in the same colors as the data tree from before. Sweet looks guilty and dreadful.

the fourth image shows the trio of sweet cap'n and cakes playing jump rope with kk's arms extended and holding onto the earlier data tree. Kk is swinging both his arms like ropes while playing music and smiling eyes closed as the other two jump between them excitedly. Sweet in the middle is looking down as he jumps with his arms bent down while cap'n on the right has his arms in the air as if cheering excitedly while jumping.

the fifth image is a bonus panel featuring spamton and cap'n. On the left spamton is looking over his shoulder viewing him from behind, and his glasses are gleaming with a mischievous smile. On the right cap'n is wearing the same glasses as spamton while holding his usual pair saying "wait- so these'll attract chicks?" as spamton is greedily steepling his hands surrounded by dollar signs responding "100% you will see hot singles!".

the final extra image in pink is a disclaimer that reads ‘please don’t use or repost somewhere else’.

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#sweet cap'n cakes #sweet cap'n k k #deltarune #deltarune ch 2 #sweet deltarune #cap'n deltarune #k k deltarune #cakes deltarune #spamton #long post #eye strain #sort of #traditional #marker sketch

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jinxhallows · 2 years

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Uninvited [ The Finale Part 1 ]

Uninvited. a short-ish series ft. Felix, Chan and Hyunjin (& a sprinkle of Jisung for a little razzle dazzle)

cw: 100% AU, afab reader, blood and gore descriptions, ritual self-bloodletting, supernatural creature themes/tropes, vampire theme/tropes, hybrid theme/tropes.

word count: 5.9k

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You made it.

By the hair of a black cat, but damn it, you made it.

You look around at the scattered pack of wolves that lay dead on the cold forest floor. Jisung circles them, observing their traits with dark eyes, down the bridge of his nose.

He’s wearied.

The black haired witch places the tip of his black boot against the face of a creature that was half transformed into a man. It was a gruesome kill. With a firm push, Jisung digs his sole into the beast’s cheek, turning its head to the side with a sharp “snap”.

His eyes lift, meeting Amelia’s.

“I’ve never seen anything like this.”

Amelia, with a handful of herbs from her garden, steps over the low fence to join him.

“They are beasts of my mother’s creation, so they are weak. Conjure that can only take hold in between these worlds.”

“Should we take out the heart?” Jisung asks.

A second later, he lifts his foot up, his expression turning into disgust as the body beneath him begins to rapidly decompose, leaving slimy strings of black substance dripping from the sole of his boot. Jisung stumbles backwards, and looks around as the other bodies decay until nothing is left.

“Let’s get to work.” Amelia affirms aloud as she turns on her heels and heads into the cabin. Jisung follows behind but allows her to go ahead of him; he stops beside you at the door.

Jisung gently touches your arm.

This time, it brings you comfort.

“How are you doin, little witch?” he asks in a soft timbre. You have been zoning in and out since making it back to the cabin alive. You look up at him. You study his expression.

“Do you think…Chan…” You start to ask, feeling meek for the first time in a long while.

Jisung is a heavy empath and is naturally quite perceptive of the emotions of others.

“Hey,” he gives you a firm squeeze on your arm, drawing you back again. “For the first and only time, I am gonna be an uncle. I’m not gonna let fucking purgatory, freak hybrid monsters, or Chan–” he points his finger to your chest before he looks up at you again.

“-get in the way of that. And you had better not either, got it?” Jisung looks down at you, feigning seriousness before the corner of his lip quirks into a shadow of a grin.

“Got it.” You answer with a warm smile.

“Do you think you’ll need to feed?”

“I guess I didn’t think that far.” You press your hands to your stomach for what feels like the first time since you’ve gotten the news.

You were in so much shock that everything was just beginning to sink in.

It wasn’t like you could feel any movement, anyhow, it was hard to believe you had already begun to incubate life inside of you.

You wondered if you were strong enough to maintain it.

“Come on, follow me.” Jisung beckons you, noticing your loss of focus, bringing you back once more.

You follow him into the cabin. The home has been coated in cloaking conjure, you can feel it the moment you step over the threshold. It feels like sudden, warm goosebumps that scatter away moments later. There is a blend of scents that hit your nose as Amelia works over a small cauldron in the fireplace of her kitchen.

“We just need a minute.” Jisung says. Amelia gives him a tense look before she turns back around and keeps mixing. You watch Jisung’s hand as it sweeps over the table, and he slips a blade under his sleeve. Keeping your head down, you follow him into the small bedroom. Jisung sits at the wooden table with two chairs, and you take the one across from him.

He begins rolling up his sleeve as he speaks.

“A few things…my blood is enormously powerful, remember what I told you? You only need a little, but you might not stop, just—be prepared for me to use force for both our safety if things go bad, ok?”

You swear you have never noticed the labyrinth of small veins that crossed over and around his lean arms as he clenches his fist in front of you. Especially the ones that mapped themselves along the top of his hands. You’re squeezing your fists under the table, it's not an unbearable craving…not something you couldn’t fight but...you feel spit pooling in your mouth. An involuntary reaction.

You quickly swallow and it makes you…at the very least…wicked uncomfortable.

“Your eyes.” Jisung breathes in wonder.

You blink on instinct and look up at him.

“Huh?” You ask.

You had been holding your breath.

Jisung hesitates for only a second before pulling out the blade. As he glides it across his forearm, his skin splits open and the blood spills. It's soaking into the wooden table. He has no natural healing ability, like his peers.

“Come on,” he says, gritting his teeth.

“You sure?” You don’t know anything about your current level of self control, and Jisung knew barely any more than you did. You could overpower him in bloodlust. You could fuck it all up.

Jisung stands up, circling and being careful to keep his dripping arm over the table, making as little mess as possible (was that ever even possible anymore in this new lifestyle?). He’s standing behind you, and somehow, you’re still reflexively ducking your head back from his arm, despite how badly it beckoned to you like ice water on a really, hot day.

Finally, the back of your head hits his firm torso. Jisung’s other hand grasps under your chin, a tighter grip than expected, as he presses his bleeding arm against your lips. It was strange the dichotomy you felt between equally being repulsed by blood and wanting the feeling it gave you.

You close your eyes and bring your hands to his arm, digging your fingernails into his skin as you feel yourself getting lost in the well of his power. Each swallow brought you closer to your former self, but better, stronger. At first, it tasted of blood, metallic and unpleasant, this was to be certain, but as it flowed freely, it was also cool and as refreshing as a mountain spring. You don't hear Jisung’s words until you feel the sharp tug of his hand against the curls on your scalp, bringing your head back from your unintended bloodlust.

Your chest heaves with your pants as you feel the waves subsiding from inside of you.

Jisung is looking down at you, hand still secured in your locks as he quirks a thick, dark eyebrow at you.

“Kinda greedy, don’tcha think, little witch?” He says with a bit of admonition in his voice.

“That’s what Chan said too.”

You grin, crimson smeared on your lips and chin.

Jisung lets you go, trusting you’ve come back to your senses, and you watch as he rips a piece of the flimsy cloth from the bedsheet and wraps it around his arm, to stop the bleeding.

“I can’t heal you?” You ask, curiously.

“I’m not sure yet; but we can’t take a chance yet. Don’t worry about me.” He flexes and constricts his fingers, considering the pain manageable before he stands to his feet.

“Let’s go.”

He leaves the bedroom, and you stand to your feet, wiping what’s left of the blood from your chin and onto your clothes. You couldn’t put it past you how…salacious the whole encounter felt. Jisung handled things like a professional, but for you, it felt strangely…intimate. Now his blood coursed through your system, at least temporarily, and your level of awareness seemed to collide with his. You knew how far he was and felt a sudden breathlessness you hadn’t experienced prior.

Somehow, your hand ends up on your tummy once more.

Did you feel something just–

Not now.

You set off into the kitchen to join Jisung and Amelia.

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Everything is prepared for the ceremony, and the three brothers along with Emily, gather ‘round, the fire burning bright between both still bodies, and in the center of the circle.

They all exchange glances over the fire at one another, waiting as Emily whispers under her breath and casts the bloodied fabric into the flame. Once she steps back into the circle, she looks across to Chan and nods.

He’s still not sure of this plan, and he didn’t like to gamble with uncertainty. Chan takes a breath. How had he fallen so hard, so fast? For it to come this, was it always going to come to this?

Would he die too?

Never had he lost the pulse of a human and gained it back without turning them, lest they were a skilled conjurer, like Jisung. However, this? It bordered on the impossible.

But then again, they were proof of the existence of the impossible.

Chan lets the thought drift away and bites into his right hand, followed by his left. Blood surges forth. Felix, to his left, does the same and the two brothers hold hands. Hyunjin looks cross with annoyance as he goes last. He takes Chan’s hand.

“You owe me.” He seethes as he watches Emily slice into both of her palms and he, unwillingly, takes her bleeding hand into his.

Hyunjin didn’t like sharing his blood with anyone. Especially a witch of dubious allegiance.

Chan has a hard time not rolling his eyes as he looks over at Felix. His younger brother was focused on the flames. Something about him was off, beyond the loss of you and Jisung. None of the brothers had time to dissect each other’s emotions, however.

Felix didn’t express it outwardly much, because that wasn’t in his character; but he was shaken by the whole ordeal. He was also still coping with figuring out the feelings he was experiencing. It was strange, how the psychology of the mind evolves when you’ve been conscious for thousands of years.

Your warmth had given his life a little airiness, a sort of lift that made him feel…lighter. He had phased out those sides of himself so long ago, he forgot he was able to drop his guard at all.

Felix was used to the death of his loved ones, but the feeling never became easier to bear, he just became better at hiding it. He knew it was illogical, but he still felt heavy guilt for bringing Jisung this far into their fight. Of course, he was perfectly capable of standing on his own; but Jisung was living a quiet, secluded life away from danger for good reason. Now, he’s dead because of it.

“Hey.”

Chan’s voice breaks Felix’s trance, and the blonde vampire blinks slowly, his eyes joining his elder brother’s.

He looks tired.

“Thank you.”

Felix manages a humble, tender smile. He replies, his tone croaked and low,

“Anything for family.”

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Amelia corks the glass bottle and steps forward, handing it to you. You take it, feeling its warmth. It's small, barely the length of your palm, and it has a twine rope securely attached to prevent its loss on the journey back.

“How do we know they haven’t just consecrated us?”

“No chance. I’d feel it, and so would you. You would know.” Jisung shakes his head, disagreeing with your anxious thoughts.

Amelia takes your hand in her own and clasps her other hand atop it as she gathers your attention all-at-once.

“I knew Christophe for a very long time. He will not stop until he’s found you. He never stops fighting for the ones he chooses to love. Hyunjin loves being challenged, his persistence and thirst for the blood of his foes is useful for the ones he chooses to protect. Felix may not be as brazen, because he is afraid. He is afraid of how strong and deep his love runs for the ones he chooses to trust. You and he went behind Christophe’s back and sacrificed yourself; he will spend an eternity bringing you back to make things right once more.”

Amelia’s words bring you a little more comfort. It wasn’t as if you had time to be coddled and pep-talked to anyhow. You had no perception of time in this world, but it had to have been some hours now, and you all had to start moving; quickly.

“Here.” Jisung hands you the blade from earlier and you tuck it into your boot.

“Remember once you break skin, your blood will alert everyone to where you are. Move with no hesitation. Begin the spell with the blood of your child, it is your rope to climb back out.”

Your fingers curl around the bottle hanging from your neck that held the blood the three of you collected earlier from your womb.

Amelia brushes past you both and opens the door. You follow her and can feel where the protection barrier ends abruptly. It’s as if a sonic wave is being emitted from where you stand, and you feel the shock rattle your being as the hair on your neck begins to prickle in that troubling and familiar way that you were growing accustomed to.

“Move quick, somethin’s wrong.” You whisper as the three of you break into a run into the thicket of forestry. In the distance you hear branches snapping that echo above your heads. You are occupied for just a second too long by looking above you, and you trip over a thick fallen branch.

“Above you!” You push yourself up to your feet as you see a swift, black shadow moving from tree to tree, closing in. Reflexively, you take off, the screeches and howls merging into a horrific cacophony of noise as it announces their presence in vast numbers. It’s as if a mob of unidentifiable beasts had been waiting right at the perimeter of the spell.

Ahead of you, there’s a flash, and you hear an ear-piercing, inhuman cry. As you catch up to Jisung and Amelia, three of the same creatures from earlier lay dead on the ground.

“They can fucking fly?” Jisung shouts, wiping the trickle of blood that ran from his ear and onto his jaw. It was becoming more difficult for him to conjure without repercussions now. Even Jisung had not met predators this unpredictable and overpowering.

You close your eyes, trying to feel what you felt that night at the warehouse. The way the power just overcame you. Knowledge, you had never known before. Why couldn’t you tap into it again? You had fed from Jisung, surely you had clearer access to his capabilities? Wasn’t that how these things worked?

You get distracted by the heavy silence and open your eyes, looking around in alarm.

“I heard a ton of them in the trees, like they were right on me where–where did they go?” You stammer.

“They weren’t here to kill us.” Amelia looks around as the realization becomes clear. “They ran us off our path. Distracted us.”

“Why would they do that, don’t they want us to get to the gate? To trap us there?”

Amelia’s face begins to cloud over with newfound confidence. “Because their trap is not ready. They are stalling.”

“I have a feeling about this direction then.” You point off to the far left. The other two nod and you’re kicking up leaves in your wake as you lean into the light boost in your speed.

Oddly enough still, you sense nothing.

Maybe...you had finally gotten a stroke of luck and had a small window of opportunity to get ahead.

“Little Witch!”

You freeze.

“Little Witch!”

The voice is young, female, and unfamiliar to you. Everyone stops dead in their tracks. You start to call out, but Amelia shushes you and Jisung holds an arm in front of you, both at the same time.

“Jisung! Over there!” The extinguished fire you all had sat around earlier was a short distance off indicating your initial point of entry.

“Yeah, but who the fuck was that?”

“This might be a trap. Perhaps we weren’t so lucky after all…” Amelia mumbles quietly as she looks around, observing the darkness, honing in on her intuitive senses.

“ Yo!” Jisung yells, reaching out to grab for you as you take hold of an impulse and sprint for the clearing.

You can hardly believe it when your feet touch the ground by the burned logs and ashes scattered into the dirt. Your heart is racing out of your chest. You have only one chance, and you’d be damned if you don’t take it.

Move with no hesitation.

Right.

You’re only a moment away from uncorking the bottle from around your neck, when you hear twigs snap underneath what sounded to be dainty feet. Your head whips around as you grip the bottle tight around your neck and prepare for an attack.

You never expected the disembodied voice from earlier to belong to the young, blonde witch who appears into the clearing and joins you. She looks relieved, and happy to see you, which was a stark opposition to how you felt. When she takes a couple of excited paces in your direction, you take a large step back and hold your hand in front of you.

She comes to a halt.

“Who are you?” You bark, your pulse almost making you dizzy with how heavily you were breathing. Your patience feels thinner than what was normal for you, and as you breathe out, Emily’s skin begins to emit a haze of smoke, she looks down at her arms, realizing the burning sensation her body was beginning to feel from the inside out.

“Talk.” You finally can sense the conjure creeping up your legs, as if it was being fed into the soles of your feet from the earth beneath you.

“H-Hold on, please! I’m here, I’m here to–” Emily doubles over in pain, steam propels out of her mouth as she coughs.

“Faster.”

“Chris–”

You’re caught off guard and the sensation leaves the blonde witch altogether as she takes in fresh oxygen rapidly, holding herself up off the ground while she recovers.

Jisung and Amelia run forward; they had no idea of your capacity to conjure and waited to step in only if you needed help. It was precise timing, because as Amelia heads over to address Emily, you reach out to Jisung, grasping his arm as a dizzy spell washes over you, making you nauseous.

“Hey, hey, are you okay? What’s happening right now?” Jisung grasps you by your upper arms, worriedly looking between you and Amelia, who is now kneeling face to face with the stranger.

“I-I don’t know Jisung I think I overdid it...”

“Shit, come on, over here, sit down for a second.”

“You’re here from the other side, I can feel it.” Amelia quietly says aloud, dark brows drawing together and deeply hypnotic gaze dancing over the young girl’s face as she tries to recognize her.

“Please, we don’t have much time. I’m connected to them all, Chris, Felix and Hyunjin. I-I didn’t think she would be here b-but–”

“You could be another trap, or distraction for all we know. Who are you?” Jisung demands once he stands back to his feet from helping you safely rest against a large stone.

“I’m Emily, they brought me to help just please-” Emily looks to you desperately, “He’s broken without you, they all are, look–I don’t know what magick you put on those brothers but, they are desperate to have you back. Hyunjin is back, and they still need you.”

Amelia stands up and looks at Jisung, who is still unconvinced.

You can feel your head clearing as you take the moment of strength and stand to your feet, pushing the two aside so you can look down at Emily for yourself, and take all of her in.

“Chan sent you here?” Your voice breaks as you curl your fists, squeezing them to hold back tears.

“Yes. And Felix, and Hyunjin, they asked me to bring their best friend and little witch back by any means.” Emily looks over to Jisung, who’s face stays unreadable. “I assume the best friend, is you?”

Jisung rolls his eyes before he takes you by the arm. “Come on little witch, let’s keep going with the original plan.” He reaches down to your ankle, lifting your pant leg and pulling forth the blade.

“Wait! You don’t have to break skin here, you can come with me. I have a gate open, but not for much longer.” Emily calls out as Jisung takes your hand in his own, ready to spill your blood.

He stops and looks to you for confirmation. He didn’t take anything this woman said seriously, but he wasn’t going to conjure with your blood without your explicit consent.

“I don’t know Jisung, even Amelia said he wouldn’t stop until he found us, maybe we’ve finally just gotten lucky.” You start to backpedal.

Jisung drops your hand with a heavy sigh. “You don’t seriously believe her? You think now, as soon as we are about to break open the gate, that we magically have some witch coming out of the woods who’s on our side to painlessly take us back to the other side?”

Jisung’s logic made sense; and he was far more experienced in these kinds of things than you were. He holds the knife up as he walks up to Emily. “Where were you when we were being attacked by those flying fucking hybrid freaks?!”

“I was the witch that ran the shop that Chris came into. I didn’t know my aunt was going to try to kill him, when everyone was killed I–I tried to help Felix but Chris, he chased me away…” Emily babbles. You remember when Chris first told you what had happened. That’s why you, Felix and Jisung had to meet him in the town to begin with.

This was the baby witch who had set him up.

“What’s your process to bring back two souls without blood conjure?” Amelia queries, her energy guarded.

“I’m channeling them all now. I’ve already done the blood conjure on the other side. I have just enough power to drag them back through the gate. It’s the child. It’s tethering her.” Emily reaches her hand out towards you. You look down at it, and then up to her large, blue eyes.

Something about this woman was deeply unsettling.

You look to Jisung and nod, holding your other hand out for him to take ahold of.

“I don’t know about this, little witch…you don’t think this feels too good to be true?”

You give him a sad smile. “Unfortunately, I don’t have time to figure that out. Please?”

Jisung’s eyes hover over your stomach before they meet yours once more. He doesn’t respond verbally, instead, just firmly grasping your hand within his own. No matter what happened, he couldn’t leave you deserted.

You two both look over at Amelia, who slowly backs away from the three of you. You can see tears in her eyes. Up until this point, you had forgotten that she couldn’t come back with you.

Her soul would be shredded.

That sounded like an awful feeling.

“Thank you.” You speak.

“You're most welcome, little witch. Please, protect yourself, by any means necessary, am I understood?”

You nod with a sniff.

Emily gives your hand a gentle squeeze and you look back at her.

“I’m ready.”

As you take a deep breath, ready to feel the ground drop out from underneath you, instead, you feel another dizzy spell come on. You begin to stumble but can’t seem to let go.

Jisung falls to his knees, his hand yanking you down with him as he begins to violently vomit up blood.

You can hear the mob of creatures screaming into the air and shaking the treetops as you realize what’s happening.

Emily’s body is glowing, a bright white color that starts to feel like hot metal in your palm.

She lied to you.

You’re screaming. You can’t let go. Jisung can’t let go.

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

The last things you hear is Amelia’s voice shouting, Jisung choking on blood, and the heavy footsteps of many beasts approaching, and it all sounds like the most horrific nightmare you could ever imagine as the vertigo blacks you out completely.

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Chan and Hyunjin both collapse to the ground, their bodies totally limp. They stay unconscious for only a few seconds before they begin to prop themselves upright, coming to. Chan’s eyes come into focus, and he bears witness to Felix, standing across the fire.

Locks of white hair stick to the side of his face, and his dappled cheeks are stained with only barely dried tears.

He’s holding Emily’s head between his hands, her neck snapped, and body hanging limp and lifeless. Felix’s eyes haze over as he stares off into the distance.

Chan slowly stands to his feet. He saw everything that happened. They all did. They were utterly powerless, unable to even move while being channeled. It was Felix, who had wooed Emily into giving him her blood before the ceremony. Only he had enough knowledge of conjure to carve the sigil into his flesh, behind her back, to press her blood in and merge it with his own as his skin healed over in seconds.

He was now able to hijack the connection when something would inevitably go wrong.

The brothers could only bear witness as Emily revealed her deceit at the final moment.

It was the pale, white haired vampire brother who broke the chain and killed the infant witch in less than a second.

Felix drops Emily’s body, and it crumples to the ground as his hands slowly rest back at his side once again.

Hyunjin is quiet, his hands in his pocket as he stands aside watching his two brothers. He feels sick to his stomach for the fact that he had even contributed to something so heinous. Especially when he knew this would happen, and had vehemently spoke out against it.

Chan moves past Felix slowly, one footstep after another, until he reaches your body.

He takes your hand in his own.

He presses it against his lips;

and begins to sob.

Chan’s body shakes with the violent purge of his emotion. He weeps and apologizes, and weeps and apologizes, over and over and over again. He squeezes you, and yells out profane cries of defeat.

Yet once he’s about to release your hand, your back arches as you take in a large gasp. It’s not until you hear Jisung’s coughing seconds later that you begin to take in your surroundings and realize where you are.

Chan rises in front of you, standing to his feet, your hand still within his own. You’ve never seen him in such awe; but the same could be said about you.

You look down at your joined hands and squeeze a little, trying to make sure the cold hand you felt was really that of your big, bad wolf.

“Oh fuck, Y/N.” his shaky voice falters through thick tears that spill down his face as he pulls you into his chest. That was only perhaps the second, maybe third time he had spoken your true name aloud. Hearing it made everything feel that much more real right now.

You hold Chan close, underneath his arms, curling your fingers into his shirt, feeling the flexed muscles in his back as he nearly pops you with the force of his embrace. You cry like a baby, snot and tears soaking into the fabric of his black clothing as you murmur all kinds of nonsensical phrases into him, finally feeling the overwhelming emotions of everything you had been through spilling out all at once.

Chan pulls himself back to look at you once more, to confirm that you were real, before he plants his lips against yours, holding your face between his hands, still unable to understand how he could feel this feeling again; feel your hands tangle in his ocean blue hair as you desperately try to find air from his own lungs. The wood smoke was mingled into his hair with the scent of his shampoo. You breathed in his faintly scented cologne as it wrapped around you like a cashmere blanket, enveloping you in the full sensory experience of being alive.

And his teeth.

You had been quick to forget just how sharp his canines were as his fervent need to consume you caused your tongue and inner lips to become marked by his carelessness and desire.

Suddenly, Chan pulls himself away from you, with a puzzled look as he lets go of you completely.

You notice the tip of his tongue briefly dances over the blood stained on the corner of his lower lip and his eyes widen as he approaches you with such a supernatural haste, that you jump back. His hand caresses the side of your face.

“Your blood. Little witch you-you’re–”

“Pregnant.” You breathe.

The soft conversation that was taking place between Hyunjin and Jisung came to a screeching halt.

Felix, who stands against a nearby tree, at once looks up from his trance.

If you didn’t think you could sneak up on a hybrid before, well,

You just did.

“Surprise?” You offer hesitantly.

“I did always fancy myself a rich Uncle.” Hyunjin says proudly, his eyes lighting up with his smile as he comes over to give you a hug. “Welcome to the family, pretty witch.” The red headed vampire winks and steps aside.

You look at Chan, who still stands in front of you, his dark eyes locked onto your stomach. You weren’t even showing. Instinctively, you lay your hands atop it because you notice he doesn’t exactly seem…happy.

“You guys got a change of clothes I can get into?” Jisung asks, gesturing for Felix and Hyunjin to follow him into the house, allowing you and Chan privacy. As they walk off together, Jisung glances over his shoulder at you and gives you a small nod before he’s gone.

Chan joins you, leaning his backside against the surface, his fingers tapping the rough stone as he grips the edge of it. He was very clearly nervous.

“Look, I know it’s not the safest situation for us to be in–”

“The safest?” Chan lets out a sigh as he turns around and rests his forearms on the surface, his fingers clasp together as he lifts his brow and shakes his head, staring down into his hands. “The last time this happened, the love of my life was ripped from me. She was brought back through the deceit of my brother. I crossed oceans for her. I swore to myself that I’d never feel those feelings again, and then here you come along, nothing but trouble.” Chan glances up at you with a smirk before his eyes fall upon his potential child.

The shadow of his smile begins to fade.

“I would walk through fire for you. I almost lost you once, I promise I can’t take it twice.”

“Who’s to say you’ll lose me? Edith is gone, we have Jisung back, we’re safe now, aren’t we?”

Chan looks back up to you. Your naivety was both charming and sad. Sad because, he hated to be the one to dampen that moonlight you naturally gave out. Charming because, you always found a way to give him hope when he felt like he was losing it.

“Out of the hundreds of years I’ve been alive, I have never felt safe. Ever.” He stands upright once more and merges between your legs that hang from the edge of the platform that held your lifeless body less than an hour ago. Chan's hands soothingly stroke up and down the top of your thighs as he looks into your eyes.

“Little witch, I couldn’t be happier about us having a family. You don’t know what I went through while you were gone, how much I missed…this. I’m sorry if I’m coming off like a dick, I just already feel like…this need…this gnawing discomfort at how vulnerable you are, we are right now. I still can’t rest until you’re as close to safe as we can get.” Chan explains.

You find his protective nature endearing, it's something you’ve always liked about him, especially because he gave you room to be your own self. He protects you not for selfish reasons, but because of how highly he has grown to value you.

The corner of your lip quirks up into a smile. “I feel it too. Is it a wolf thing?”

“It’s probably a wolf thing.”

You two share a laugh for the first time since you’ve returned. It's pleasingly cathartic. Chan helps you down and you both head into the house, as the sun is beginning to peek above the Horizon. You’re about to follow Chan upstairs, when you notice Felix, sitting alone at the long table they had in their dining room. He traces small circles into the mahogany wooden tabletop with his middle finger, his other fingers dragging along, barely touching the surface.

You glance up to Chan, who is a few steps ahead of you on the staircase.

“I’ll be right up.” You say softly.

“I’ll get you a bath started. Take your time.” Chan reassures. He leans down and kisses your crown before he leaves. You go back down into the dining room and walk around until you’ve reached the chair to his right. You pull it out, silently taking a seat. He continues his invisible design. You look at him for a little while before you reach out, pulling him into an embrace.

Felix’s body tenses up underneath you. You hold him ever tighter still, breathing in his familiar scent. Sure enough, you feel icy hands circle around your waist as he holds you close, his nose nestles into the crook of your neck. The blood that used to torture him with temptation before was now such a comforting rhythm to the background noise. Your smell brought back sensory memories of you two laughing together over human groceries and games he barely understood.

“I’m sorry.” He finally breathes and you two separate as you take a seat once more. Felix reads the confusion in your expression and volunteers an explanation.

“I knew Emily was never on our side, but without Jisung, there was no other way to open the gates. I had to bring her in, to make her believe we trusted her. I couldn’t tell anyone, they would never have agreed to it. They barely did this way I just—I’m so sorry little witch, for everything we’ve put you through. For everything I’ve put you through.”

“Felix, I may not have volunteered to come here, but I chose to stay here. I told you to sacrifice me. And guess what? It worked because here I am. Living, breathing; and ready to kick your ass in another round of Uno.”

He chuckles and it makes you smile.

“You’re carrying my brother’s child.” he says as he lifts a brow. “Times are a lot different than back when Amelia was around. I still barely understand how it works.” He hesitates before he finally asks, “Will you let me find out more?”

“You want me to be your guinea pig for your magick science project research thing you’re always cooped up in the library doing?”

“If you were to put it in the most elementary terms, I suppose I’d say it like that.”

His seriousness causes you to break out into laughter. You reach out your hand to shake his.

“Deal.”

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matrose · 2 years

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What sort of mark do you think Gimli left in Aman (besides the one on Legolas ofc)?

what a cute ask...thank you!! 🏔💙

ive been thinking on this for a bit and its so hard to say, theres so much information we lack! let me collect my thoughts on the information that we do have real quick ❤️💐‼️❣️

1) the matter of age and natural death, of the time he had left: gimli sailed when he was 262 years old, nine years older already than his father gloin who died of persumably natural causes at age 253. gimlis cousin dwalin on the other hand lived until he was 340, much older. this, combined with the healing properties the undying lands are said to have, makes me personally, generously think that gimli had perhaps another 100 years left in aman ❤️

2) the matter of gimlis abilities and his craft, of what he was most profficient in: gimli of course knows the basics of stonework and smithcraft, knows how to listen to his surroundings and knows very well how to swing his axe (aragorn says, during the battle of helms deep, that he has never seen „an axe so wielded“ as gimli does). im very sure that there are many dwarven-made jewelry pieces in aman, though they mostly belong to just one elf. but one of gimlis greatests gifts is his speech! this is pointed out once by galadriel and twice by legolas:

It is said that the skill of the Dwarves is in their hands rather than in their tongues,’ she said; ‘yet that is not true of Gimli. For none have ever made to me a request so bold and yet so courteous.’

‘You move me, Gimli,’ said Legolas. ‘I have never heard you speak like this before. Almost you make me regret that I have not seen these caves.’

Then Legolas repaid his promise to Gimli and went with him to the Glittering Caves; and when they returned he was silent, and would say only that Gimli alone could find fit words to speak of them. ‘And never before has a Dwarf claimed a victory over an Elf in a contest of words,’ said he.

furthermore his voice is refered to as strong multiple times and he is most definitely not a bad singer! so weve got the power of speech and voice, he's a wordsmith - my first thought when i read your question, before i started typing anything, was him leaving behind a book… one of poetry, maybe. or one that recounts the history of dwarves. though i think this would not be commonly read in aman as he would simply not want it to, so really this would just be for legolas and another mark left behind for him. afterall, most of what elves know of dwarven history does not come from a book but rather from the mouth of legolas! furthermore, the written word never was all that important to dwarves (they only started using it to communicate with men and elves) and it is rather oral tradition that is important for them.

the thought im writing this in mind with is that, perhaps a thousand years after gimli has physically left aman, many halls still echo songs that sound rather dwarvish in nature. they were never intended to be songs, of course, like the hobbit songs the youngest elves love most (i like to imagine bilbos bath time songs especially are big hits!). rather, they were poems. but the elf who loves them most just could not stop giving them melodies. many of them were about the beauty of far away middle-earth, many told of the beauty of aman, of the mountains and valleys and caves, and even forests, sometimes. a few, though, are about love. there is one ballad that singers often perform at the request of young, lovesick elves: it tells the story of an elf of the woods (he remains unnamed), famed for his skill in archery and his dark eyes, who catches the singers heart in his hands one day and mischieviously refuses to give it back...galadriel smiles when she hears it performed, because she is one of the few who knows and remembers who the ballad is about 💞

note: the elf within the song is unnamed and few know that gimli is the original author because to me, gimli and legolas have always exuded an air of privacy; theyre doing their own thing and frankly just want their peace! so in my opinion it would not be that important to either of them to be remembered for a love song. a poem-turned-song about the glittering caves is attributed to gimli, though =)

there are many small marks in aman, most in vicinity to legolas, that were left by gimli, but his poems (with legolas' melodies) remained in all of aman for endless years, and some have said that aulë himself listens in to the songs being performed at times ❤️

#THANK YOU I HAD LOTS OF FUN BEING A LITTLE CHEESY ❤️#gigolas #also maybe gimli and legolas built a house together with combined architectural styles? hmmm what do you think...

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Recovering Downes' Debt (Filler CHAP)

Lets go a bit back for some romance. Shall we?

Y/n: "You don't think I can recover the debt?"

Arthur: "It's not that, it's just-"

Strauss: "Women tend to only be useful for cooking and cleaning more than being stern..A man's job." Arthur clear's his throat and rubs his eyes. I unsheathe my knife and threateningly point it at Strauss.

Y/n: "Just because I lack a dick doesn't mean I won't fuck you with one, you ball less snake." I spit venomously, stepping closer to Strauss as he backs up. Arthur intervenes placing 1 hand on mine that's gripping my knife and the other on my hip as he gently pushes me back. Strauss takes his chance and scurries off with his damn log book. I sigh as Arthur stares down at me.

Arthur: "Why are you makin a big deal about this debt anyway?"

'Maybe because this is your life that you would be tampering with and I wanna avoid that. Fictional or not I'm covering my ass and ensuring you get a life you deserve.'

I sheathe my knife and sigh, he removes his hands from me and folds his arms.

Y/n: "I don't think I'm asking for too much. In fact, I'm offering to take a work load off of you."

Arthur: "Its dangerous."

Y/n: "I'm being generous and I'm not letting you stop me on this." I turn on my heel and make my way over to my horse. Arthur hot on my heels.

Arthur: "At least let me follow behind you and back you up. I don't want you getting hurt."

Y/n: "Arthur, if you follow me, I wont speak to you for a long time." I put my foot through the stirrups and climb up. He comes to my side and grips my ankle.

Arthur: "Just be careful and don't lead the law back. If anyone makes a move you ride back. I don't want you getting hurt."

Y/n: "Well, Mr. Morgan if I didn't know any better I would have to assume you have a small crush on me." I smile and wink at him. I grab the reins and adjust them in my hands as I signal my horse to pick up speed as I leave the camp.

Arthur sighs as Javier approaches him, cigarette in hand.

Javier: "She's not wrong Arthur, whole camp has an idea about how sweet you are on her."

Arthur: "Shut up." He scoffs.

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My horses feet thudding into the ground, slowing in pace as I pull back on the reins, I take a look at my surroundings before my eyes land on Thomas who's hoeing his crops.

Y/n: "Mr. Downes? You owe money?" I swallow thickly as I dismount.

Downes: "I know. I-I ain't exactly got it yet. If I could get a bit more?"I take a few steps towards him but keep my distance.

Y/n: "I wanted to speak to you about that." I hear footsteps from his wife and boy come running to his side. His son beside him as his father begins to wobble and his wife stands in front of him as she eyes me suspiciously.

Y/n: "I want to pay your debt and give you some more. I know you don't have much time left..."

'Beating or no beating, he's got a month tops.'

I pull out $100 I earned from either robbing or doing some odd jobs for a hooker in Valentine. I extend my arm to offer it to them.

Y/n: "Take it." His wife's eyes falter and her breath gets a bit shaky as she slowly takes the money.

Mrs. Downes: "Thank you.."

Mr. Downes: "Why are you doin this?" I look at the ground kicking the dirt.

Y/n: "Ive seen the alternative and I wanna avoid it... At all costs." I turn on my heel and begin to make my way to mount back up. The sun was beginning to set meaning to me I should make my way back or Arthur will worry. I trot off with my horse and begin to make my way back to camp. Lost in my own thoughts as I get ready to turn into the beaten path. I notice a smell of hard liquor and mud. I scrunch my face as I feel hands grab my leg and yank me out of the saddle. I manage to get out a small scream before a hand gets slapped over my mouth and his other grabs a chunk of my hair as he drags me behind a tree. My face hardens as I bite his hand and grit my teeth making the attacker take his hand back but tighten his hand in my hair.

Micah: "Fuck!"

Y/n: "Micah! Let go!" I thrash around as I hear a disturbance coming from the camp. I ball my fist and throw it in Micah's gut causing him to double over and loose his grip on me, I take my opportunity and make a run for it.

'Isn't someone supposed to be on guard duty?"I think to myself before I begin to eat dirt. Micah tackles me and presses a knife against my throat. My breathing becomes hitched and uneven as I eye between the blade of his knife which glistens in the moonlight. He slowly angles the blade between my breasts and begins to slice off my shirt.

Micah: "Don't say a word." My mind goes blank as my forehead thickens with sweat and my back goes cold, he takes his time slicing my corset.

Suddenly a shadowy finger flings him off of me. I hear punches be exchanged. I regain my composure by sitting up and trying to tug my corset back over me to regain some modesty. I sit frozen yet again as my eyes land on Arthur's large figure hunched over Micah as his fist and face become a bit bloody from beating Micah and Micah throwing a few here and there. My face hardens yet again as I pull myself up from the ground and make my way to Arthur, shoving him off and taking his place. My own fists make contact, breaking skin. I give him everything I have, anger, audacity. Revenge. I wanted to make him feel everything I had. I then feel big arms pick me up and pull me off of Micah. I scream and thrash as a line of profanities leaves my mouth.

Dutch: "Calm down!" He shouts to me, I slowly begin to calm down as Micah digs himself out of the ground and brushes the dirt off of himself as he gives me a cocky smug look as Dutch slowly loosens his grip of me. I yank myself out of his grip as he tries to get what happened out of us.

Y/n: "You reek of alcohol and self misery." I seethe as I begin to complete ripping my shirt off, leaving me in my bra and turning on my heel to make my way back to my tent.

Micah: "I was hoping to see more before cowpoke interrupted us.. Maybe I'll get to make you my own whore next time." I stop in my tracks and take a threatening lunge towards Micah, but Dutch catches me again. I see Arthur deck him in his jaw sending him right back into the dirt.

Dutch: "Not you too, Arthur." Arthur scoffs before shrugging his coat off his shoulders and draping it on mine. He grabs my arm and begins pulling me towards his tent. Most of the gang had thrown some questioning looks but paid no real attention to us. I feel my heart beat quicken as my face becomes flushed. He pushes me down on his cot as he digs around for something in his trunk.

Y/n: "What are you looking for?" Arthur avoids looking me in the eye, but I see his cheeks become red as well.

Arthur: "A clean shirt for you." He mutters. Goose bumps form on my arms as I take a deep breath and shrug his jacket off and yank a shirt that was on his bed. He sighs and takes a seat next to me.

Arthur: "You don't deserve that. I'm real sorry that hes like that." I nimbly button the shirt and fix my hair, taking a deep breath.

Y/n: "Its fine...He'll get his 1 day."

Arthur: "Sure." I stand up to take my leave as does Arthur.

Arthur: "Why don't you sleep in here tonight? You'd be a lot safer and I'd feel better knowing he won't try to hurt you again."He grabs my arm gently and pulls me back to his bed.

'I will never deny sleeping in your tent, Mister.' A smirk tugs at my lips and I try to resist not showing my joy and excitement. I take a seat on his bed as he stays seated at the edge of the bed. He tilts his hat over his eyes and sighs. I take the chance and lace my head in his lap which causes him to flinch and stir. I shut my eyes and place 1 of his hands over my head. I feel his body unclench as he begins to play with my hair. Lulling us both to sleep.

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Days went by, Arthur made a point to keep very close to me or where he can at least see me. So, if he was leaving camp as was I. If I was doing chores he was helping or he was watching while cleaning his guns or sharpening his knife. Dare I say I cannot complain. Its nice to know someone cares...But I shouldn't think to much of it...I really cant help it. practically worship the ground he walks on.

Currently I had my feet kicked up on a table in camp as I was sharpening my own knife. Javier poisoning his and Arthur doodling in his journal. We were making small talk and cracking a few jokes here and there when I notice Charles walking someone in who was holding a pan covered with a cloth. I drop my knife, clattering to the table causing Javier and Arthur to become startled. My eyes widen as I begin to make my way over to the visitor, I feel Javier and Arthur's eyes burn into me as I walk away. It was Archie with a nervous look. I wave off Charles the closer I get and grab Archie by his arm and dragging him back out.

Y/n: "How did you know where to find me?" I whisper shout.

Archie: "Some folks in town gave me an idea where you were staying. I didn't mean to cause any problems. My mother wanted to drop you off some bread." I stop dragging him for a moment to face him. He extends his arms out, handing me the pan of bread. I accept with a smile on my face. I lean over and check behind Archie to see Arthur leaning against a tree by the horses.

Y/n: "You should get outta here." Archie nods before pressing a kiss to my cheek and scurrying off. I drop my head as my face warms up, my h/c h/l hair covering my face. I do a walk of shame back to camp.

Arthur: "Who was that?"

Y/n: "No-one." I respond as I make my way over to Pearson's makeshift kitchen. Arthur hot on my heels pressing for an answer. I set the pan down at Pearson's table; taking a deep sigh I turn on my heel and face Arthur. Meeting his piercing gaze I stand on my tippy toes and place a kiss on his cheek. His beard scratching my face.

Y/n: "Will you shut up now?"

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iveneverbeenmorestressedinmylife · 1 year

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please elaborate on where you would have taken hunter's arc!! i am so frustrated that they gave him no time to grieve and didn't even let him confront belos in the end

Godd, you and i both anon, you and i both. Where do i even start.

Aaahh first of all obligatory disclaimer: this is all hypothetical talk and I don't hold anything against the toh crew they did their best with what little wiggle room disney gave them. Well ok theres actually like one or two things i hold against them but we will get to that.

So. Hunter. Its honestly so frustrating how little he does and how little he learns about himself after like. Labyrinth runners? Like we and king see the golden guard graveyard. He doesn't. We see the Caleb statue. He doesn't. We never learn anything more about Darius' mentor and besides like a nudge and a wink the fact that Gus knows that he is a grimwalker simply doesn't get brought up. Most of these are obviously things that the crew would looove to elaborate on but they weren't allowed to which. Tragic. Disney robbed us blind.

But what DOES Hunter know?? Well he knows a few things and they are all horrifying! Caleb, Phillip, Evelyn, witch hunters yada yada yada. Is he ever given any screen time to grieve or scream or cry? Nope!

Aaauughh in my humble and 100 percent biased opinion...the hunter episodes that i Truly Unabashedly Loved with all my heart and soul and i have rewatched like a bazillion times since then are 1. Kings tide, 2. Hunting palismen, 3. Eclipse lake and 4. Hollow mind. What do these episodes have in common? Well Hunter acts like a little bitch in them. He is determined to win, he is capable, he is unhinged. Honestly i was very casual about toh before hunting palismen aired. Like i genuinely didn't care all that much before Hunter showed up 😭😭 but the MOMENT the show dangled a little shiny fucked up bitchboy before my eyes i was a goner. Well past the point of no return and with no desire to return to the way things were.

At the end of the day my stance on Hunter's characterisation throughout the show is that i wanted him to be more fucked up... I wanted him to cling desperately to the ideas Belos beat into his head, i wanted his desperation to be palpable and intoxicating.!!! That happened in the eclipse lake episode and ive simply never gotten over it!! Suuuuuch a good episode. Also i know that getting more friends is definitely better for him in the long run but i wanted him to be like a little feral cat,,, i wanted him to have more weird rivalry-fueled misadventures with luz before getting acquainted with the hex squad and when he did meet the rest of the kids i wanted him to be more mistrustful... God i wanted luz to keep making him fail on his missions resulting in punishment and abuse by Belos. I wanted him to misdirect all the blame onto her since he obviously can't blame his beloved uncle now can he. I wanted him to be mad!!! I wanted him to start biting!!

But whatever thats again a lack of screentime. We barely got to see hunter in his gg era which was a crime, i loved his gg era. At the end of the day maybe im simply asking for too much. Hollow mind happens (amazing episode 10/10). He calls invading belos memories "sacrilege" which has simply never left my mind. The moment the memories he sees don't allign with the propaganda belos has forced into him, his first instinct is to angrily call himself an idiot because obviously being wrong about mindscapes would make more sense than his emperor and uncle lying to him, right???

The first moment he dares to so much as imply that he might be doubting Belos integrity his worst fear becomes reality.

Now at this point i would be SO happy if he begged a little for forgiveness. But whatever its an ok point for him to leave. It makes sense, his only family threatened his life. He runs away into the woods while having a panic attack. Poetic cinema, ten out of ten no notes.

Honestly when hollow mind aired i was SO sure that flapjack would lead him to the bat queen. It makes sense doesn't it? Damaged palismen, damaged grimwalker. Made of the same materials, breathing artificial life into their magical bodies. I was so so so sure. Buuut he went to hexside intead. Works for me i suppose. Labyrinth runners is one of those hunter episodes that just didn't really click for me as much as i wish they would. But it was great nonetheless! He got to kick some ass which was lovely and also graye got to psychologically torture him which was excellent. And then the season finale happens and what was his role again? Oh literally nothing?? Ok. Whatever. Then thanks to them, he gets retraumatised again and then in for the future he is allowed to be grumpy and grieve for a whole five (5) minutes before everyone takes it personally which. Lmao. And then in the finale he just. doesn't do anything.

Have you ever watched any of the smurfs movies? The smurfs and the lost village perhaps but honestly most of them could work for the point im trying to make. Have you seen Smurfettes arc? Isn't it GOOD? Doesn't it feel EXHILARATING when she gets the chance to stand up against the man who created her for a Specific Purpose, proving him wrong and showing off how much control she has over her own life in the process? Well Hunter never got any of that sadly. One day he learnt that he is literally a Clone instead of a Real Witch and he just never really reacts to that horrifying revelation kskskska. And he doesn't play a role at all on the fall of his uncle, the man who has literally killed and rebirthed him for CENTURIES again and again and again. He doesn't even get to vengefully step on his gooey corpse after luz is done with him kskskssm. Im so fucking mad. :D

Now im kinda getting into unpopular opinion territory again but i was so scared this would happen when the blushing between him and willow first started rearing its uninteresting head...i immediately went oh no. They are gonna give me a silly romance plot instead of some actual emotional impact / reaction on the fact that his life literally fell apart overnight. The thing is i really really don't like the way they handled huntllow. Sorry not sorry but i was so desperate for any crumbs of earned character development that the stupid ''will they won't they'' thin they gave me felt like mockery. Hunter got zero time to adjust to his new reality but he got a romance that i really really didnt want him to get. And the thing is ive read fics and seen fanart about them and its cute! Ive actually enjoyed fancontent about them!! But in the actual show? The timing feels so wrong skskks. Giving hunter a love interest feels like such a weird priority considering the fact that he just learnt that he is a reanimated corpse created by the man he called family to be used as a weapon. Im not trying to rain on anyone's parade but i really really wish things could have played out differently.

God another thing that has been driving me insane!! They play up this "half witches" thing with hunter and willow as a point of camaraderie and it makes sense...i was actually looking forward to any possible interactions between them before asias first aired because of that parallel. But well. Theres like a huge difference between them. Willow grew up thinking she was weak only to find out that oh she was super strong and a prodigy all along actually! Which good for her! But Hunter grew up feeling weak and useless, getting abused by the man who made him and then he just found out that surprise! Actually you are not even half of a witch. Like. I can't be the only one who thinks thats tragic, right???? Right???? If i was hunter and willow tried to play the ''i understand how you feel' card on me i would get so mad, no offense. But of course this is toh and as much a s i love it (which is a whole lot i assure you) the characters aren't allowed to be maladjusted, not even a little bit nooo. Everyone has to act like they have dozens of hours of therapy under their belt which i don't mind on characters like luz or willow or gus who have lead relatively normal lives but really fucking annoys me when applied on Hunter who's spent his entire life getting physically and emotionally abused out of his mind, working himself to death and interacting only with his genocidal maniac of an uncle who is somehow both neglectful and obsessed with him at the same time. Like thats the one (1) thing i blame the toh crew for. They kinda give me the impression that even if they had more screen time they wouldn't allow hunter to explode the way he deserved.

My other complaint and i swear I'm almost done is the fact that the moment they took his gg status away from him they went really out of their way to make him out to be some sort of loser?? Like people making fun of him left and right or him just acting really silly all the time and stuff like that...and sure some of it comes off as endearing I won't deny that but. Idk. I never do handle it well when people don't seem to respect my favourite characters. It makes me sad for reasons i can barely explain but hunter was raised as a soldier and as a powerless boy who was constantly fighting off assassination attempts and enemies a lot older than him. God knows he had to fight hard for any semblance of respect or safety but the moment he leaves the emperors coven they immediately rob him of that. Idk it doesn't seat well with me. Like its so upsetting??? He already has so little left,,,giving him space to become his own person shouldnt come at the cost of the little power he was ever allowed to have. Idk. But yeah i dont like the way they turned him into some sort of loserboy towards the end in an attempt to make him more endearing withouth having to actually put him through the painful process of building a new identity for himself. Its just rubbing me the wrong way.

Ok and to actually answer your question: what would i actually want hunters role in the finale to be? Well. In a perfect world he would be allowed to kill Belos himself. But thats kinda unrealistic i suppose considering the fact that at the end of the day luz is the protagonist of the show and in shows like these the protagonists tend to get the final fight. Like im not going to lie, i liked the finale well enough. Out of all the scenarios they could have gone with, a king-eda-luz team up was honestly one of the best things they could do. This show started with them and it ended with them and that was beautifull! Makes sense! But skskksks throwing hunter on the sidelines with camilla, amity, willow and gus feels so funny to me. Like i mean no disrespect to any of the other characters but the stakes for hunter are so ridiculously personal????? Didnt he deserve to have one (1) moment. One scene where he gets anything resembling a proper ending for his character arc??? But noooooo what hunter gets is a schoolyard crush and zero closure. Im so mad on his behalf, he deserved so much better.

#does any of this make sense? idk i wrote most of it at 2 am last night #also sorry for taking so long to answer but i wanted to reread it under the light of day to make sure that its coherent skskks #like!!!! i dont wanna sound bitter but he deserved so much more than he got!!!!!!!!!!!#MY hunter gets to scream and cry about his broken life and he is feral and scared and grieving and he gets worse before things get better.#so yeah i like fanon hunter better than what canon gave us. sorry. ive read some EXCEPTIONALLY GOOD hunter fics over on ao3. god bless.#the owl house #hunter the golden guard #his broken bitchboy swag and religious trauma have captivated me.#Al's ramblings #wow this really got away from me huh. i dont wanna know how many words i wrote bitchin about a cartoon character. anyway.#ask #anon

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