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bcbdrums · 5 years

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*slips a ticket with #3 written on it into ur askbox* DS plz

Thanks for the prompt, Anon! I tried not to make it too cliche. It was also a challenge since I have limited personal experience with snow. This one will change POV here and there where I needed it to.

Sensory prompt: “Snow being shoved down the back of your coat.” I’m not sure how much ‘sensory’ I actually achieved… I sort of gave up and just wrote it in my usual style, lol.

The concept of Shego having plan vetos belongs to GothicThundra. I borrowed it for dialogue in this fic with her permission.

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[Warm From the Inside Out]

Shego pursed her lips as the driving snow hit her cheeks like repeated slaps in the face. She lifted one gloved hand to wipe off her goggles as they quickly became clogged with the offending cold flakes and carefully watched the road ahead as she guided her snowmobile down the dangerously steep mountainside.

“Drakken!” she shouted, but her voice was lost on the wind. She slowed down and glanced back over her shoulder.

Drakken was several yards behind her on his own snowmobile, but he was turned back and shouting something up the hill at their adversaries that she couldn’t hear. She continued slowing down until her snowmobile paralleled his.

“Drakken, hurry up! We’ve got to beat this blizzard to the airport!” she shouted.

Drakken turned toward her, nearly falling off his snowmobile in the process. His eyes gleamed behind his goggles as he held up his prize in triumph: a hard drive containing plans for…an oil pipeline? Shego had sort of tuned out what her boss’s actual plan was beyond breaking into the Russian arctic base when he had explained it.

“Just think of it, Shego! All of Eastern Europe’s economy under my control!”

“Yeah yeah, right now you need to think about getting to– Dr. D., watch out!”

She watched his eyes grow wide like saucers as he saw the large rock immediately in his path.

“What are you doing!? Turn!”

He only flailed his arms in panic, clinging desperately to the stolen hard drive. He would impact the rock in seconds.

With a growl, Shego leapt off her snowmobile and tackled him off of his moments before the crash. She felt the heat of the explosion against her back as they rolled over and over.

When they came to a stop her face was planted in the snow, and her first breath was like filling her lungs with ice. She sat up with a gasp, suddenly shivering as the snow stuck to her face, hair, and coat.

All that was left of Drakken’s snowmobile was smoking wreckage against the boulder that had started the trouble. Shego squinted to see if she could see hers further down the path, but the snow was coming down even thicker and the wind growing more harsh.

She felt something bump against her leg and looked down to see Drakken sitting up, rubbing his head. She began sweeping out the snow behind him until she had a clear path for a very specific purpose.

“Yeowie!” he shrieked as her foot firmly impacted against his butt. “What was that for!?”

“You have to ask!?” she yelled. “We’re in the middle of the arctic in a blizzard because you didn’t check the weather report, and now we have no transportation! We’re probably going to be captured by the Russian military!”

Drakken stood and shuffled away from her in the knee-deep snow, falling after only three steps due to his lab coat catching against the thick drifts.

“They won’t capture us, nothing can fly in this,” he said through chattering teeth, rubbing his arms repeatedly.

“Oh, just…just great! Then how are we supposed to get out of here, huh?”

Drakken’s eyes went wide and he yanked his goggles off as he dove back into the snow at Shego’s feet. “Where is it? Where is it?!”

Shego looked down at him again, raising an eyebrow as her frown deepened. She watched him throw handfuls of snow aside for several seconds before finally losing patience.

“Ugh, what?!”

“The hard drive! Where’s the hard drive?!”

The fury that came over her face could have melted the snow around them. “You lost it?!” she yelled as her hands lit up, startling him. To his credit, he only flinched for a moment.

“Help me find it!”

Shego rolled her eyes and set her hands in the snow. It hardened to ice at her touch and then began melting away. “You’re so…you’re…rrghh!” she growled at him while he continued throwing handfuls of the frozen element aside.

“Save the lip for later,” Drakken said, suddenly frowning at her, “we’ve got bigger problems.”

“Oh, now he acknowledges that maybe this wasn’t the best time for this!” she said with another roll of her eyes. “And what good’s it going to do us anyway?”

The snow around her had melted down to the dirt, leaving her kneeling in a slightly muddy hole in the snow.

“The information on that hard drive is worth a fortune. It will sell at auction for millions on the black market! And besides that, in the wrong hands it will completely destabilize this region economically and politically,” Drakken explained.

Shego shook her head, turning and moving her hands to a different patch of snow. “You know, how you’re still alive with all these insane ideas is beyond me.”

Drakken’s face bloomed into a smile as he found his prize, but it instantly faded as he heard Shego’s words.

“Oh, wait. It’s because of me. Yeah, if we get out of this, I want a raise.”

Drakken tucked the hard drive into his coat and rubbed his arms rapidly again, frowning at her back.

“And a long vacation, somewhere very warm.”

Drakken’s teeth chattered as he squinted through the blizzard at Shego’s glowing hands, melting the snow away effortlessly. A devious idea entered his head and he quickly began scooping handfuls of snow together and shaping it into a ball.

“And next time you plan anything that involves life-threatening natural disasters, I’m gonna– Hey!”

Shego ducked as Drakken threw a huge snowball at her. It sailed over her head and disappeared into the blizzard. She whirled around in anger and gasped as a second snowball hit her square in the face.

“Nyeh!” Drakken said, sticking his tongue out at her. “Enough lip, Shego, this plan will still succeed!”

Shego adjusted her goggles and pushed her hair out of her face, the snow that had been thrown joining the blanket of white flakes already clinging to her dark tresses. Drakken’s confidence began to wane as he saw the furious look in her eyes.

“Eh, heh heh…” He hugged himself tightly again. “But…you can…have an extra veto next month. Shego?”

She said nothing, but scooped up a large handful of snow in one hand and with the other grabbed ahold of his ponytail.

“Ow! Hey! Owwww, ow! Ow! Ow! Yeeeraaaaahhh!”

The shriek that came out of him when Shego shoved her handful of snow down his collar was terrified and animalistic. Drakken lurched away from her the instant her hand left his hair and began scrabbling at his neck, vainly trying to wipe away the freezing substance.

The sudden shock of wet cold sliding down his back sent him into a panic, and as the ice crystals melted to slush against his skin he continued to yell and grasp at his back for any method of relief. His dampened shirt pressed against his skin as he twisted and sent the snow sliding further until it hit his waistband.

“Hnghh!” he finally gave up, dropping down to his hands and knees as he tried to catch his breath, turning his face away from the driving snow.

“Three months worth, and an extra vacation.”

Drakken didn’t answer. Shego crossed her arms and studied his shaking frame. He was cowering now, the wind beating the snow against his back while he clasped his hands against his chin, his teeth chattering uncontrollably.

Her anger slowly started to dissipate. “Come on, it wasn’t that cold.”

His only response was to give her a spiteful look through narrowed eyes, that she noticed were starting to become puffy.

She wiped her goggles and looked around again, seeing only the snow flying into her face in one direction and away from her in the other. She couldn’t even see the wreck of Drakken’s snowmobile anymore, the blizzard having buried it in minutes.

“All right,” she said decisively, standing and grabbing his arm to haul him up with her. “Time to find some shelter.”

“Th-ther-re is-s no shel-lter-r,” he stuttered quietly.

She looked at him hugging himself, his eyes tightly closed and face fixed in a frown as he attempted to hold his jaw still.

“Yeah…” she admitted with a sigh. She ignited her glow and began sculpting the snow around them with calculated green blasts until she had created a shallow barrier against the wind. She glanced at Drakken who was now crouching with his feet flat on the ground, hugging his knees to his chest.

She peered from behind the barrier and looked around them in a circle again. It was a complete white-out, and she could barely see five feet in front of her.

With another sigh she continued moving snow, melting it in strategic places and piling it high in others with her hands.

“You gonna help or what?” she said.

“What?” Drakken replied.

“I said, are you gonna help?” she spoke tersely, glaring at him.

He blinked and looked around, noticing what she was doing seemingly for the first time. He stood shakily to his feet and began piling snow up against the part of the barrier closest to him.

It wasn’t long before they were encased in a tiny, shallow igloo. Drakken sighed heavily and returned to his crouch, this time pressing his hands between his legs and dropping his face to his knees. Shego poked an air hole low in the side of the structure and then dropped to her knees and sat back on her heels.

The make-shift shelter was dark but for the hole letting a tiny bit of dim, gray light in through the blizzard. Shego pulled her goggles off and started shaking the snow out of her hair. Drakken rocked unsteadily on his feet and she watched his ankles wobble beneath the hem of his lab coat.

“Why don’t you sit down?” she finally asked.

He lifted his face and scrutinized her for a long moment before dropping his face to his knees again, causing his voice to be muffled when he spoke.

“My underwear is wet enough, thanks to you.”

Shego rolled her eyes and continued shaking the snow out of her hair and brushing it off of her coat.

Drakken looked up again and studied her through narrowed eyes. “Why aren’t you freezing?” he said, his breath coming out in large white puffs.

“Uh, hellooo?” she said, lighting up her hands briefly. For a moment, the igloo was bathed in an eery green glow. “I never really get that cold.”

Drakken frowned and planted his face in his knees, mumbling something incoherent.

Shego watched his ankles wobble again as she rubbed her face where the goggles had pressed into her skin. “Ugh… You know, for all your twisted plans you never think of anything practical. Why didn’t you wear something water proof? Or, or at least a coat?”

There was a moment of silence, but then he mumbled his response into his knees. “It was supposed to be an in and out thing.”

“It would have been if you hadn’t kept stopping to gloat. Which, they probably didn’t understand anyway since they speak Russian,” she pointed out.

Drakken glared at her briefly before turning away and finally falling back to sit on his rear. He hugged his knees close to his chest and continued rocking back and forth.

“At least we won’t have to deal with being captured…” she muttered.

She took her coat off and spread it out over the snow. She brushed off her boots before sitting cross-legged on the wool lining and finger-combing her hair.

“Oh s-sure, rub it in!” Drakken snarled.

Shego glared. “If you don’t shut it you’re going to be looking for a new shelter.”

That stopped him. He gaped at her for a moment before turning away.

Several minutes passed in silence, but for the whistle of the wind against the air hole. Shego wrapped her hair around her shoulders, the damp from the snow giving her a chill but knowing it would still give her some insulation from the cold. She may not have been freezing, but she wasn’t immune to the effects of the negative temperatures.

“H-how long…wi-ill we be here?” Drakken asked quietly.

She looked at his shaking shoulders and back. “Until the wind dies down enough that we can travel.”

“Ho-ow…long wi-ill that b-be?”

She looked at the thin material of his damp trousers and saw the tremors in his legs beneath.

“Hours at minimum…”

Drakken pulled his legs tighter against his body and hung his head. There were still a few snowflakes in his hair, but most had melted, leaving his hair wet and his ponytail plastered against the back of his neck. He had stopped rocking, which made his shivering more evident.

“…What kind of insulation does your coat have?” she asked.

He didn’t answer.

“Dr. D.?”

After a few seconds he turned slightly, making eye contact with one eye, and then shook his head.

“You don’t know?”

“S-s-…something…i-ineffective,” he got out through his shaking jaw.

Shego stared at his back for a long minute. He had already hidden his face again and was shaking so much that if she didn’t know better, she would have thought he was laughing about something.

“Oy…” she finally said. “Come here.”

He peered at her again.

“Sit on my coat, it’s wool-lined.”

He looked at her uncertainly as she moved aside, patting the garment with her hand. After a few moments he turned and crawled toward her, brushing the snow off his rear before sitting in the center of the coat and immediately hunkering down again.

“No. Sit up and open your coat.”

Drakken looked up in confusion. “W-what?”

“Open your coat. Gotta warm you up, Doc.”

His hands didn’t move. “I…don’t…”

“Ugh,” Shego grunted in disgust and rose on her knees above him, reaching down behind his drawn-up knees and feeling for the hidden buttons on the garment.

“What a-are you doing!?” he cried in alarm.

“I am not going to explain to your mother how you froze to death stealing Russian oil secrets. Now move your legs and make room.”

She had gotten his coat undone and now was prying his knees apart, wedging her body between them. His eyes were wide with fear when she sat down facing him, wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling her torso tightly against his.

“Now tuck your legs in. And pull your coat around me and hold onto me.”

Drakken didn’t move, apparently frozen now from fear instead of the cold.

“We’ll both be warmer this way,” she said impatiently.

His jaw was still shaking, his pursed lips trembling. Finally he crossed his legs around her and pulled his coat up to her shoulders.

“Good, now put your arms around me Mr. Unprepared.”

She felt him obey, the long front-pieces of his double breasted coat pressing against her back. She pulled herself tighter against him, and his arms tightened instinctively. She slipped her arms up his sides and around his back beneath his coat, and he gasped.

She set her chin on his shoulder and leaned her head into his. “And if you tell anyone about this, you’ll be wishing you were out in the blizzard.”

She barely ignited one of her hands in warning and knew he got the message from the way he tensed.

“W-we just…s-stay like this?” he asked, his voice loud next to her ear.

“Unless you’d rather freeze,” she said, closing her eyes.

He shifted his calves, which she felt against her rear. She rolled her eyes beneath her closed lids. The things she did for a paycheck…

“What if…my l-legs…fall asleep?”

“Then deal with it.”

She inhaled the scent of snow and sweat that was on his neck. He was still shaking, but she could tell the transfer of her body heat was already helping. But his breathing was still too quick and he was still tense.

“Sh-Shego, I…I’m not s-sure I’m c-comfortable w-with–”

She pulled her head back to look him in the eyes, frowning at him commandingly.

“Are you warmer?”

He blinked in fear.

“Are you warmer?”

His brow rose as realization came. “Yes?”

“Good. Now shut up,” she said, closing her eyes and settling her head against his again. Maybe if she imagined herself somewhere else she could forget that she was snuggled against her boss in a way that was actually very inappropriate, if she let her mind go there.

She didn’t, and thought instead about the time they nearly made Kim Possible embarrass herself out of existence. She smiled to herself at the memory of the dribble cup drenching the teen’s expensive dress. It had been a great plan, up until it wasn’t.

Drakken, for his part, wasn’t as easily able to dismiss the feeling of his sidekick pressed against him. Probably because he had never held anyone close quite the way Shego had decided they needed to be.

His shivers had started to fade, but were being replaced by tremors of anxiety. He was a naturally touchy person, and Shego wasn’t. Though she always tolerated his spontaneous hugs and grasping of her hands.

Maybe…maybe it would be okay…

“Hey, Dr. D., you remember that time we almost made Kim Possible embarrass herself to death on a date?”

Drakken grinned. “Hn.”

“And she ruined her dress with that dribble cup?”

Drakken started to chuckle. “And then she sat on a whoopee cushion, and squirted ketchup in her date’s face.”

“And then knocked the whole table on top of him!”

Before long they were laughing so hard that Drakken nearly forgot about the awkwardness of the situation. He smiled as he finally let his head rest against hers. As mean as Shego could be, times like this made him wonder what other layers lie beneath his sidekick’s tough exterior.

Nearly two hours they were trapped in the blizzard, and only four times did he say something that earned him a threat. And while he was still cold, he had stopped shivering only minutes after she had come up with the idea of hugging.

They had stopped talking after awhile simply due to the energy it wasted. Drakken now had his eyes closed and almost felt he could drift off to sleep when he noticed how strangely quiet it had become.

“Shego?” he said quietly.

He pulled back to look at her, and her head lolled to one side briefly before her eyes snapped open.

“What?”

“You fell asleep?”

“Mmm…” she hummed, peering around in the gray light which was brighter than it had been before. “The wind stopped.”

Drakken looked toward the air hole and realized that it wasn’t whistling anymore, and the light that peeped inside was a bit whiter.

He felt an instant chill as Shego unwound herself from their tight embrace. She used her glow to melt the air hole bigger and Drakken, blushing, took the opportunity to back away and hastily button up his coat again.

Shego poked her head out of the shelter for a moment and then dropped back inside.

“The blizzard stopped. Give me my coat and let’s get out of here.”

Drakken waited for her to fasten her own coat and put her goggles back on, and then scrambled after her out of the tiny igloo. When he was out he instantly threw his forearm up to shield his eyes. The sun was out and all around them was nothing but the blinding white of the snowfall.

“Um…Shego… Can I borrow your goggles?”

She halted in brushing the snow off her coat to glare at him. “Are you kidding me?”

“Um. Yes. Just kidding!” Drakken grinned nervously.

“Oy. Come on,” she said, grabbing his arm and starting downhill in the knee-deep snow.

“Wait! We should go back up.”

“To the Russian base?”

Drakken squinted at her beneath his forearm. “It’s closer, and we can steal one of their planes.

He could see well enough to recognize Shego’s delighted smirk, and this time it was he who grabbed onto her arm as she turned and started up in the opposite direction.

He closed his eyes for most of the walk, trusting her guidance and continued lifting his feet up and out of the snow to take each step. He tried stepping after her in the prints she made as much as possible, but his coat kept getting in the way. He ended up hiking it up to his waist and suffering the snow dampening his thin trousers in favor of not falling down.

The few minutes it had taken hours earlier to take the snowmobiles down the mountain turned into nearly forty-five minutes of cardiovascular torture.

"Shego!” Drakken wheezed. “Can we take a break?”

“Shh! We’re almost there, just–”

A piercing alarm sounded and Drakken opened his eyes wide, blinking against the blinding white as he quickly took in their new surroundings. They were about twenty yards from the electric fence of the compound, but it was clear they had been spotted and had only precious minutes for their escape.

“Run for it!” Shego shouted and bolted toward the fence.

Drakken scampered after her, faceplanting almost instantly in the snow as he forgot to hold up his coat. He grumbled as he righted himself and began running again.

Shego blasted the fence into nothingness just as guards on snowmobiles approached. Drakken began smiling as she took those out as well, leaving nothing but flaming wreckage and plumes of dark smoke.

“Hahahaha!” he laughed giddily as he caught up to her, patting the hard drive in his pocket. “The planes are this way!”

“No. Helicopter,” Shego said, running toward one of the vehicles painted in gray camoflauge.

He followed her, wondering why the less-powerful craft when on the other side of the base were powerful fighter jets.

“It’s right here, and we can take it to the airport and get a plane there,” she said as if answering his thoughts.

The reached the shelter of the chopper’s side and found the door unlocked.

“Yes!” Drakken cried, raising his fists in triumph.

“There’s no key!”

“Ngh, no!” he grimaced.

Outside, a male voice shouting in Russian drew Shego back to the door.

“Hotwire it while I keep them busy!”

Drakken immediately got to work, listening to Shego’s repeated blasts and the cries of pain of their adversaries. In less than a minute, he heard the roar of the turbines as he successfully bypassed the ignition lock.

“Haha!” he cried in delight.

“Move over!” Shego said, almost stepping on him as she slid into the pilot’s seat and throwing headphones on.

Drakken scrambled up next to her and leaned out the open door as the craft lifted up off the ground.

“Victory is mine! First Eastern Europe, and then the world!” he shouted down at the angered military.

Just then a snowmobile with a machine gunner roared beneath the. The man began emptying his magazine and Drakken ducked back inside as the bullets slammed against the side of the helicopter.

Shego cast an angry glare past him toward the offending snowmobile and began turning the helicopter sharply.

“Yaaaahhh!” Drakken yelled as he fell toward the open door.

“Put a seatbelt on,” Shego shouted over the roar of the rotor.

Drakken scrambled into his seat and obeyed just as she fired a green blast past him and took out the man firing at them. She corrected the vehicle’s pitch just in time to clear the fence and piloted it rapidly away and down the mountainside.

Snowflakes hit the windshield in rapid succession. The sounds of shooting and explosions diminished until only the spinning rotor remained. Drakken pulled the stolen hard drive from his pocket and grinned at it evilly as he drew his feet up onto the seat.

“We’ve gotta move before they send a fighter after us,” Shego said, breaking his focus.

“Relax, Shego,” he said calmly, tucking the hard drive away and hugging his knees to his chest.

“Relax when we could get shot down by the Russian army any second now!?”

“You’ll take care of them,” he said confidently, dismissing her with a wave of his hand.

Shego stared at him for several seconds, and then increased their speed.

In the helicopter, the journey to the airport was less than five minutes and flying below the radar, they had no difficulty until they were close to arriving. After some glowing persuasion, they agreed on crashing the chopper and jumping out into the snow to avoid having to deal with ATC, and getting on a plane as planned after that.

The jump went fine, and Drakken poked his head out of the thick snow drift just in time to see the column of flames rising from the crashed helicopter. He began shivering and rubbed his arms again, a satisfied smile on his face.

“What?” Shego said as she looked around cautiously for anyone who may have seen their escape.

“Another of my brilliant plans accomplished! After we get these plans on the black market, it won’t be long before I’m ruling the world!”

Shego dug out of the snow and stepped in front of him, still looking around.

“Aren’t you getting a little ahead of yourself?”

Drakken smirked as she shook the snow out of her hair and adjusted her goggles.

“Maybe,” he said mischievously.

“Hey!!” Shego shouted as Drakken suddenly shoved a handful of snow down the back of her coat collar.

He ran laughing through the snow until his coat tripped him and he landed on his face deep in another drift.

Shego scowled as she brushed the icy substance from her neck, stalking toward him.

“All right Oil Baron, let’s get back to a warmer climate,” she said, grabbing his arm and dragging him forward.

He spit snow out of his mouth as he stumbled to his feet, still grinning.

“I think 'Kingpin’ works better, don’t you agree?”

Shego rolled her eyes. “No, no it doesn’t.”

He shrugged and patted the hard drive in his pocket, an adrenaline-fueled laugh escaping him once more.

Shego watched him and shook her head, giving in with an amused smirk. “Hmm,” she said.

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ramblingshit · 5 years

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Persuasion 1995

The incoherent rambling commentary of a 3am viewing.

we start in a boat -- wait have i done this one before -- who cares CIARAN HINDS BBYYYY. I have sheep too just in my front yard ya know. that's just how it be. here's some boats - i can see where they pasted the fake boats in teh background i love it .calm nice piano music. dude is cutting the lawn people out here with top hats and wigs. oh dear everyone pissy SHOW ME THE MONEYYYY. lots of wigs and coats and here's a lady in a turban she's definitely the worldy kind. sailors n shit sitting drinking wine and smoking. oh god who's this. i can't hear the dialogue over my laptop fan. this ol mate's a fop i hate his voice. oh dear he's supposed to be a moron huh. oh whoops the fop is a baronet and he is poorr lol sucked in he got debtss extreme debts you musssttt retreennnnnchh. the neighbours be tryna help out and hereeee is Anne eyy. wow eatin grapes and sorbet and they're goin to Bath. he hates sailors and now he has to be ol mate's tenant. ohh Anne knows about the admiral and this fop keeps talking nonsense. a lady with no children has the best furniture. WENTWORTH she gasps. and she is dramatic and sad, puts her tea down takes a breath by the window and comes back takes up her tea and sits down damn. aww Ann---OH 'since no one will want you in bath its best you stay here!' what a fkn bitch what is happening. ITS AUNT PETUNIAA. naww anne is so cute and petite and so miserable. her sister looks cruel and stupid and her dad is just as bad honestly. damn they got Greek statues in their giant house. her sister. is. a . bitch. fuck me. give her like two lists and tells her to go visit everyone in the parish. damn all the peeps glared at him as he left like give us the money you foppish twat. Poor Anne, that is a fkn big ass house. everyone's watching em leave. ohhh cows. oop packing up the house, sheets over the furniture, she's lucky they got like a thousand servants. she's found something in teh box - it's a letter in the shape of a boat ooh i wonder who its from. she's been miserable for years; she hates Bath; her mum's dead and everything went to shit after that - her dad's a moron, her sister's a bitch, she's out here gonna fixedly avoid risking meeting him. Lady Russell - she's the one tsk tsk. oooh Annneeeee she is persuaded despite disapproval and anxiety of his prospects - she was 19 and she wanted to fuck and Lady Russell told her to fuck him off because he was a peasant damn fuck Lady Russell; she just brushes Jane off like shut up little girl I'm right you're wrong move on dumbass. And Anne's like, did you not hear me - i literally just tried to tell you I hate my fucking life and I miss him and I love him and I kinda resent you for telling me to say no. More sheep and a puppy, and close up view of sheep. dad and sister got to ride in a fancy carriage and Anne has to ride in a wagon that's a bit rough. I like her bonnet. oh my god her sister i love her. 'i am soooooooo ill' - she's searching for attention; lonely and miserable and sad and a little bitter. Mary you poor girl leave Anne alone none of that emotional manipulation. 'oh i was very well yesterday, it's just today' yeah alright. sounds like Charles isn't as rich as the Elliots and Mary's not happy about it. ohh i know this lady and of course Anne can play piano very well and everyone knows it -- Mary tryna cut in like yes i'm as accomplished as Anne and they're awkward like ehhhh but we like watching you dance and Anne doesn't dance so there you go and she sits there with an awkward cringe 'no'. Mary goes off and sulks and Charles rolls his eyes. The Musgroves are rich and friends ohmygod Mary don't be embarrassing in your bitterness yikes and we cut and Mary was there but now Mrs Musgrove and Anne are sitting in teh same spot - I like Mrs M's dress, even the lace around her shoulders that matches the hat I don't know it just seems refined or something. There's lots of very swift conversations - good pace just like my fingers and brain can't keep up yo. Yikes Mrs M thinks Mary is a shit mum; Mary says Mrs M riles em up with lollies; Charles says Mary interferes and fancies herself ill; Mrs M tells the kids are so naughty the only way to keep em chill is to feed them cake; dunno who this girl is (Henrietta?) anyway the brown haired petite one, they're sitting in the window, Anne's finished her tea by now damn how is she so casually moving from person to person how long have they been chillin with the Musgroves? anyway she's tea-less and talking with brown-haired-possibly-Henrietta: wants Mary to stop being rude over Mrs M even though she has precedent to no one likes her for it; blondish sister now and Anne's got more tea and this one says Mrs M's not one for etiquette she just wants cake lmaooooo; Mary is superior and wants her to persuade Charles that she is very very ill. Anne and Charles sigh on the couch together. Now only Charles has got a tea. okay never mind Mary's a bit more like her sister than I thought. oh my god kids ew. it's petunia looking high as a kite ahaha i wish i was her naw petunia was like idc bout your sister I wanted to meet you btw ol mate is married and Anne's like kill me now I guess. she's horrified, shocked, wants to find an ant hill to bury herself in. god mary's a bitch i take back everything i said about her but all is well Anne has a new friend. she's got a very good memory, Anne does, naw and she's good with her nephews. what's this girls name plz tell me oh it is Henrietta. oh damn they're invited to the house tonight to 'meet Mr Frederick WEntowORTH by ALL aCOunts a most CHarMinG anD agreEable GeNtlemAn' Anne could not look more uspet. fixing her hair in the mirror - there's boys screaming ohh no a child what's happened oh god Mary's screaming for Anne the boy has broken his collarbone - she's knowledgeable chatting with the doctor - Charles marches in like wtf my dumbass kid out here falling out of trees - it's his first born the kid looks so fkn miserable that's hilarious now he's off to dinner cause -- oh damn i forgot they wear gloves. this kid's just lying there. ahah Mary doesn't give a fuck about her kids she just wants to be in on everything -- damn--"you are the properest person to sit with the boy. but you haven't a mothers feelings, have you?' like BITCH she's just offered to sit here so you can go to dinner and you're out here being a fucking cunt for no reason? gtfo. and the scene just changes with that damn savage leave Anne be she deserves better than this. oh damn i know that cheekbone. Anne's been out here watching this kid all night like literally and Mary shrugs off that Wentworth barely asked after her because they're barely acquaintances and says he and Charles are out shooting and Anne's tense like uhh they're not coming here tho right and just as Mary's like nah BAM SURPRISE BITCH o no O NO and THERE HE IS DRAMATIC ZOOM HE DOESNT EVEN LOOK AT HER SHE LOOKS TERRIFIED, HE BARELY GLANCES AT HER, doesn't talk to her, she grips the chair tight fuck he's hot. another swift glance and he's gone. dramatic zooms all around. Mary returned, didn't even look at her injured child who has a big ass cut on his face who's just sitting in the corner looking plain and miserable and wentworth - "you were so altered he would not have known you again' - scene cuts to her sitting in front of a mirror looking fucking sadddddd. they're all at dinner together fuck me he is so hot my god. the girls are all over him and he's enchanting everyone with his stories and of course the reason why he first went out comes up and he's like 'i was extremely keen... to be at sea. i was extremely keen. i badly wanted to be doing something.' the PAIn in his eyes, the tight swallow as he turned to listen to the Admiral, who sits Right next to Anne who's sorta just sitting with wide eyes staring at the salad bowl. then the admiral leans over 'when a man has no wife he wants to be afloat again' and she's like yeah wow ah ha ha ah 'yes well i had no wife - pity the essex (?? dunno what that means but I GET THE POINT)" and then he looks at her properly for the first time and i want to die and she wants to die and he wants to die and we are all quite miserable where we are BUT WE ARE ONLY A HALF HOUR IN and we move on talkin bout his ship crap just wait im eating chocolate but i have many thoughts. sorry honestly theres no time to take a breath in this movie i love it but damn it doesn't give one enough time to write and snack. RIGHT - ol mate's declared he'll never have a woman on his ship because its not pink and frilly enough and petunia's stepped in like fkn excuse me m8 wanna say that again? and also is Anne and petunia related because they are looking very similar to me right now??? they're not related. alright pulling us back yet again, I'm so sorry this is a mess I'm eating chocolate at 1 am and watching Persuasion, I think you can guess how my day has been. they keep talking about him getting married and he laughs and jokes it off and then excuses himself like yeah real smooth yeeting yourself outta here dude at that certain topic hanging around. naww the only time petunia felt scared or bad was when she was away from her husband this is adorable. ol mate's tryna play the piano to the amusement of the girls, sees Anne sneaking up to listen and immediately hurries outta there, face pale never moved so fast in his life i bet and they all follow him and she just sits down and starts playing while everyone dances. for people who were so refined they danced like crazy people --- 'no never she has quite given up dancing' Wentworth's face falls and he looks at her and she looks away from him come on guys you are hurting me. some guy has just rocked up who the heck is Henry - a cousin? who is not --- 20,000 pounds fuck me. Charles and Mary; wait we're talking about Henry. oh my god, they're planning who's gonna marry who - Henrietta and lousia and henry and wentworth 'what say you Anne, which one is the Captain in love with? she laughs slightly - I've never seen someone so depressed before in my life, at least not in a romance . this is actually a really sad story ya know, Wentworth got rejected and fled to sea; and Anne rejected him and became depressed about it for years. damn. anyway these girls can't go anywhere without Mary butting in, now they're going for a long walk or something and Mary's forcibly inserted herself and they look at each other and the poor kid is sitting with his arm in a bandage that goes round his neck? with that scratch on his face and adorable little round glasses sitting at the table with some cake and a puzzle he's doing with Anne like please don't abandon the suffering child has he even had any panadol?? Who the hell is looking after this kid if they're all going on this long walk - now Charles and Wentworth too. Charles helps two of em over, Wentworth helps Louisa over the fence, and Anne has to help herself over, which she does without hesitation good girl you do you fam. yikes Charles and that are going to Winthrop or something where Charles' aunt lives and Mary's offended to have such connections and refuses to go and assures Wentworth she's only been there twice and he half-smiles politely. louisa came running up to take Wentworth wherever and he like turned around to look at Mary and Anne and Anne fkn spun around to avoid him just generally so smooth these two so smooth. Anne's looking around at like anything and everything except him. every time he's nearby she tenses up and skitters around like she's tryna hide in plain sight but also stand tall and brave and staring straight at him like she wants him to look at her so badly. 'we all wish that charles had married anne instead' 'did charles want to marry anne' 'did you not know' 'you mean she refused him' 'yes' ... 'my parents think it was Lady Russell's doing, that my brother not being philosophical enough for her taste she persuaded Anne to refuse him.' ohhhhhh. damn. Wentworth is very quiet. Mouth tight. Brow low. Anne's freaking out down the hill. Mary's just stolen her spot. Christ. It's chaos. Anne's stumbling along she's tired she's sad she's got the depression her sister's a nightmare, WEntworth doesn't care about her, she cares about him, everything is awful and she trips over some sticks and he turned to look at her, concerned out of his thoughts. Hey petunias back with her carriage and they're offering a seat and Wentworth like rushes over and whispers for them to take Anne and she catches it like wtf confusion she goes to protest and suddenly He's AT her SIDE and he doesn't even say anything and he leans his head down to hers for a moment with a gentle look on his face, putting a hand to her back and her brain just shuts down as he leads her to the carriage and hold her hip tight as he helps her up and she looks around in shock and he's staring straight forward like everything is chill and doesn't look at her again. oh wait petunia is wentworth's sister damn awesome but she doesn't think very well of him. oh they're going to Lime and they ask if Anne can come and I think Wentworth choked on his tea a little bit. and here's some establishing shots : the ocean. Some rocks with seaweed on them. The shittest 'beach' ive ever seen there's like boulders everywhere where's the sand? is that a teepee of seaweed? what Wentworth looks pretty happy about it though like he wants to jump in. I like Charles he's a funny dude. Wow that is one helluva hat Wentworth. All these fancy people going into a sailor's home like etiquette is what but everyone is chill with it except Mary of course. is Anne supposed to have her bonnet off? o no now she's chosen to be the nice depressed girl who tries to talk to the weird depressed guy who is too into poetry about death. cute they're all shoulder to shoulder around the guy's table. she starts getting the hint that this guys a bit off 'you cannot know the depths of my despair.' damn son get a therapist. ohh shittt 'you have no conception of what i have lost' 'yes I have' she says, and Wentworth is sitting there smoking what could be a blunt who can honestly say and he heard the whole thing. Wentworth and Louisa are doing a whole lot of hanging out. Like every time they actually speak to each other feels like a momentous occasion - they literally just said 'good morning' to each other and it feels like such a big step and her heads down and he's watching her BIG STEPS --oh shit some blonde haired guy that im sure will come up later tipped his hat to the girls and then Anne and Wentworth was coming up behind her and she looked over her shoulder to look at the BLondie but wentworth thought it was at him and he SMILED to himself nawwww. that looks like the house from Pride and Prejudice ahaha. whoop Blondie's back and she looked back at him again and now they're at breakfast ohmyGadh his eyes sparkle when he looks at her the few times he looks at her my god they're talking about Blondie who is apparently their cousin or something and he and mary and anne's father aren't on good terms and she tells Mary so and he looks over his bowl with those fkn sparklllinggg eyes and a playful smile and it doesn't even matter what he says just that look and he drinks his soup and licks his lips and looks up at her and she's just staring but like calmly not even freaking out and she lowers her eyes to her toast and just chills like all is well. whoop i think weird depressed guy is gonna propose but before he can whats up we're helping girls down some scary stairs yikes i'd sit my ass down going down those things. Louisa is being crazy oh fuckkkk ahahaha hahaSPLAT holy shit oh fuck weird depressed guy is standing in the background with his hands over his mouth Anne is in there with Charles and Wentworth damn she'd 100% be a doctor nowadays, Louisa the dumbass has smashed herself on the cobblestones and WEntworht is just freaking out and he is looking straight to Anne who is giving straight smart orders and he is following them without hesitation - the other women are crying they're all sitting around her while the doctor does like... something and Anne's the only one like hey we have shit to do like people gotta hear about this we don't have phones and her speaking makes Wentworth speak and Charles is in shock cause its his baby sister whose hurt. Once again she's looking after the injured person and she walks out and Wentworth is talking to Charles 'I think it should be Anne - no one so capable as Anne--' he cuts off when he sees her coming in 'I-we-you'll stay, won't you?' he stammers as she enters holy fuck my heart can't handle...they're just staring into each others eyes; in any other context man. he clarifies himself but fuck if they didn't think it. ah fuck Mary is so annoying crying that she should be the one to stay with Louisa like bitch you didn't even give a shit about your injured son let alone your sister-in-law wtf she needs a slap why are they listening to her. 'If only I -- if only--' he cries in the carriage 'yes.' Anne said, looking at him sadly. 'Anne... I regret that...' he looks at her once and again and again and she lowers her eyes and holds the sleeping Henrietta close. like honestly i feel like there's no problem writing their dialogue cause there is just so little of it and when it does happen all of it means everything. but anyway she doesn't answer him and I am sad and he is sad. 'damned foolish' he sa---wait holy shit SCREAAAAAAAMINGgGg fucking hell grab your torches and pitchforks Mrs Mudahwhatver is screaming and Wentworth is riding off in the rain and once again Anne is all alone and she stays up just walking around all night and playing the piano and yay Louisa is conscious and Anne continues to be depressed poor girl and you can tell because its raining. and its still raining and they're not back-- wait now she's in Bath and her fop father and bitch sister are lounging irritatingly and he says he's happy for her to have come because it will be an advantage to have four at dinner. things are white and gold - clean and unhomely and too perfect and the fop is calling everyone ugly - they're eating sorbet again ahaha yum. god they all look bored and miserable and here's blondie come to greet them and he glances at Anne, processes and then snaps back to stare at her in astonishment he's got nice hair and he continues to stare damn and she's so confident she just smiles and stares back I'm so jealous she can do that. oh mygod they're having an intimate conversation in front of her shitty family dude i know he'll probs turn out like a wickham character but one can have hope. damn that jaw-line tho. hmmm lady russell is back. i hate her hair. metal cups are odd - they make sense but so strange. Russell's got plans man Anne's telling her about how her bitch sister is after Blondie and Russell laughs and pats her cheek. Oh yay it's petunia! aw she hears the admiral is in poor health and she's immediately like what's wrong here come get some water. damn bitch sister 'she is nothing to me' damn whats about the screaming and the random rage bursts damn. oh and here's a viscountess why are they always fucked. Blondie and Anne are in the corner flirting crazily I know he's bad but like you can't fake this chemistry no one's that good. and suddenly she's surprised?0oh my god that suit. Mrs Smith oh my god she's adorable she and Nurse Rook are gossipers hell yeah 'there are no secrets in Bath' naw this better not be a Helen situation come on guys - oh fuck Louisa is gonna marry weird depressed guy?? and Anne is freaking thrilled. damn it rains a lot here. far out hats are crazy. Here's Blondie. Anne's so used to being verbally abused by her sister she doesn't respond -----holy damn its Wentworth walking down the street. Penelope is n---- oh fuck he just walked in -- she took a breath with her back to him then spun around HOWDY he looks shocked and delighted and she hse ewihpewjihp oh my god they love each other and they're so nervous and uncertain about it oh my god so awkward and cute please trying to go through the etiquette script oh no so cute 'im already armed for Bath' he grins and she laughs ----oh no. ... oh shit. Blondie just showed up and she just accepted Wentworth's umbrella everything was going so well stop awwww nooo his face falls, her face falls everything is awful. standing all solemn and glum by the window and all dressed in white looking shiny and gorgeous her little sack bag is weird but. and who is she looking for, I wonder. The family is standing awkward---there he be. tall and commanding and hmhmmm i love a man in uniform - she steps in front of him as he tries to pass him by. asks him if he's come for the concert - 'no ive come for a lecture on navigation am i in the wrong place' damn son no he's so good at making her laugh she never laughs oohh her family have to bow to him interesting - he's asking her how she's been since Lime I love them talking he starts on about being concerned about weird depressed guy getting married to Louisa because of his depression about his dead fiance 'a man does not recover to such a devotion to such a woman - he ought not; he does not' i'm sorry was that a declaration of love m8 omg Anne knows it too 'i should like to see it again' 'would you i would've thought i mean the distress, too painful' 'but when the pain is over...' dudes DUDES guys please guys 'It was my doing solely mine - Louisa would not have been obstinate if i had not been weak - Anne, I have never--' GUYS NO the fucking viscountess wandered in ruining everything and now he's gone please come back who cares about this lady singing i mean the candles look cool and but stop honestly who cares bring back Wentworth. omg fop is asleep, Anne and Blondie are bantering and she's not realising that she's pushing into flirting, again my god silly silly innocent naive and entirely relatable lol help. but there's Wentworth standing all tall and handsome in the corner and he looks so sad and meanwhile Blondie is like tryna propose and Wentworth is tryna yeet outta there and she's sprinting over to him tryna block his way tryna convince him to stay HOW THE TURN TABLES 'the next song is beautiful its a very beautiful love song is that not worth your staying for.' 'there's nothing worth my staying for.' kill me. Blondie needs to like there's no way he couldn't tell. Yay Charles is here! oh and Mary lol. Lol everyone is making decisions on what Louisa and Henrietta are gonna wear on their wedding day except they themselves?? And here is ol mate sweeping int eh room, smile briefly falling at the sight of Anne but everyone's happy to see them yay. mate what he just swept over to her talking softly ohmhwy god i don't think they've said anything directly to each other in their lives its all round the bend and metaphors and insinuations please kill me i love it he picks at her that she says she doesn't like the parties her family and Blondie give; 'they mean nothing to me' she has nothing in common with them and dislikes how they are, they're smiling at each other - oh shit Mr Elliott is out there meeting with her sister's friend or whatever now fkn Russell's tryna PERSUADE (ahaha) her into marrying Elliot 'that is not what I want!' Russell is shocked. now he's here looking stiff and snappy and awkward because the admiral has told him to invite her and her newly engaged Mr Elliot to his house and oh my god poor ol mate he wants to yeet away into the sunset goodbye world fuck you all 'if you wish it all you have to do is give me a yes or a no and we are both released' 'the admiral is too kind...' 'just say it: yes or no.' fuck you jane austen. Anne is overwhelmed and stormed off Russell faces Wentworth, he sneers her name, she smiles serenely 'You have an extraordinary ability to discompose my friend sir' , he twitches ' you have an extraordinary ability to influence her ma'am for which I find it hard to forgive you.' damn and then the scene ends damn. she's run off to Mrs Smith and Nook I love em she's ranting about everyone thinking she's gonna marry this guy and they're astonished and relieved cause he is poor and living on loans - he wants her for her money, title and lands thank god she's got her friends eyyy yasss. naw petunia and mrs musgrove are here my favs. Wentworth is writing a letter. whever they're in the room she can't help but look at him. she's talking with weird depressed gyu's fiance's brother - he's bitter that he's moved on so fast - she wouldn't have, its not in her nature, 'it would not be in the nature of any woman who truly loved.' 'do you claim that for your sex?' 'we do not forget you as soon as you forget us.' blah blah about women being stuck at home because people were shit to us back then fuck the patriarchy and all that. Fiance's brother says women and men are the same in being inconstant and forgetting those they love or have loved. Their convo gets interrupted by Wentworth knocking the whatever it is that they sprinkle over ink to dry it off the table and everyone's like dude the fuck we don't own vacuum cleaners you know. Fiance's brother says he's not read a book in his life that didn't have something to say on women's fickleness. 'but they were all written by men.' she argues. they laugh. he's on about going off to sea and being the victim cause he has to leave his family behind and boohoo it's so hard for me to be away from them even though i'm the one choosing to go away. yikes too close to home. anyway lolol. She says that above all, women are the ones who love the longest when all hope is gone. they all left, he snuck back and put out a letter on the desk, gave her a look and then left. she pretty much threw herself at it OH MY GOD THE LETTTTTTTTERRRRRRRR dudes dudes dudes dudes deud ed dud oh ymf theihwhes 'where are you going' 'i hardly know' ihowyiqruhoijpfg0hurbj3ifjpgrn Charles just keeps on standing between them and chattering finally gets it tips his hat and trots off wringing his hands. those eyes - he offers a hand, he takes it - i tried to forget you, i thought i had. they kiss very slowly, very gently, very chastely. his hair all windswept like that is very becoming - the way she slowly ran her hands over his arm before tucking it into his --- aand now there is a very random festival procession what and they're walking down the empty street. okay cool fine. she wanders into the gaming room or whatever, the camera mans shadow spreading all over the place, her sister grabs her and tells her not to monopolise wentworth - there's another war coming? oh how romantic. 'MY PROPOSAL OF MARRIAGE TO YOUR DAUGHTER ANNE HAS BEEN ACCEPTED.’ he fucking beams. everyones shocked. 'Anne? You want to marry anne, whatever for?' he just grins at the fop. And now she's on a ship and they're sailing off to war, oh how romantic. and there you go.

ya know before this 1-3am viewing i wouldve given this a 4/5 or even 4.5/5, but now I’m gonna give it a 3/5. there’s just something about it thats a bit... idk. still really like it but also.. yeah.

#rambling shit #rambling #shit #commentary #persuasion #1995 #ciaran hinds #amanda root #fiona shaw #petunia dursley #review #very tired #movies #movie #period movie #eyy #persuasion 1995

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ooc;; it’s a preview of bits and pieces for PART 2 to this HERE-

SIDENOTE: sorry about the format tumblr makes it weird, also sorry I can’t put it under a read more... stupid app -_-;; also if these mistakes plz feel free to tell me.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re skin and bones. you must be starving let me fix you something to eat.” Mariann gritted her teeth, Nigel placed a hand atop her shoulder. As she hungrily devoured her meal, she realized it been a while since she had such a savory meal. Debbie ate a bowl of her grandma’s soup, two bowls of lucky charms and a large plate of chicken nuggets; she felt unbelievably full. It had been so long since she felt like that.

Growing up she couldn't complain about a hot meal. Despite the portions were small. Being just enough to keep the edge of hunger away, but they never made her feel full. That night when everyone was asleep ( like she should be ) she sits up, moving slowly off the bed, as to not disturb her parents. All evidence suggests Debbie isn't a heavy sleeper.

Hazel hues scanning the walls of canned food, she’d never seen so much food in her life, her mouth watered. Eyes land on canned yams, face twisting up in disgust. But Debbie learned over her short life that you couldn't be to be picky when it came starving or being full and getting to live another day. Quickly and quietly making her to the backyard, it was still weird walking around outside and being safe, living in the wild was like a playing a game of Russian roulette every day. Would you be eaten by a lion or die from dehydration or maybe heatstroke? Now she wasn't under the consent threat of death at every turn it seemed her anxiety didn't take the hint that they safe now were turned up to 100% you would have thought that it would be low.

Plopping down, the grass was slightly wet from the rain. Soaking into her pajamas. Pulling Handfuls of earth, not caring about the dirt under her nails. Burying it next to freshly planted tulips, she had to make sure she had enough food saved up in case... In case of what? Debbie wasn't even sure herself, she just knew it calmed the anxiety that ate away her. That morning Debbie ate two bowls of lucky charms. Glancing out into the yard where she had buried the yums in the garden.

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The blonde was playing at the park with her friend, Candy, she lived next door and was the first kid Debbie ever met. Debbie was building a sandcastle, humming a tune she heard her mama sing earlier that day. Hazel hues glanced up at her friend, hearing her sounds of disgust.

”Ew, my mom packed bologna again.” Holding the sandwich at arm's length, a look of disgust painted across her face, and in one movement she throws the sandwich into the ground, dirt kicking up. Debbie's eyes widen and her heart jumps into her throat. ”Stop that, don't you, like, know it's bad t’waste food?”

”Who cares, it's gross.”

What? Did she know going hungry was bad, that it was painful and sometimes it got so bad you start crying? Didn't she? Before Debbie knew it she was standing over her, Candy was standing to now, but she looked scared. Surges of frustration pulse through her, Debbie lets out something between a mix of a sob and a yell. she pauses a dark look across her face, shoving Candy hard in the chest. She fells back into the sandbox beat of silence, then she spoke in a cracking voice. ”You- you're crazy!” Before she broke downs sobbing and running to her Mommy.

Debbie grabs the sandwich off the ground, running from the voice of her friend's mom. Hiding behind a tree hunched over on her knees, curled up in on herself, staring down at the sandwich in her hands, digging her fingers leaving small indents on the bread. it was lukewarm from sitting out in the sun. But the food was food after all. Not even bothering to pick the gravel and dirt ( and possibly bugs ) off of it before taking a huge bit, mouth dry making it a bit hard to swallow. Eyes glassy and red-rimmed, eating the rest of it in four bites, like it would be her last meal, her cheeks were wet. Debbie had ever realized she’d been.

She wasn't even hungry.

WEEKS LATER

It has rained the night before and the rain had unearthed Debbie's hiding spot, it was lucky Grandpa Frank found them and stuck them in a bag. Debbie was brushing a doll's hair when he stepped in and sat down next to her despite the protest of his joints. ”Hi, Grandpa!”

”Hey, Bug, so can I ask you something very important?”

The blonde nodded, still brushing the doll's hair. ”Have you been hiding food in the garden?” Debbie tensed, gripping the doll, knuckles bone white. She hung her head in shame. ”Please don't, like, tell Mommy and Daddy they-” She choked on a sob, eyes wide and pleading. ”Whoa, whoa! Don't worry, Debbie. ”Don't worry, you aren't in trouble, pumpkin, grandpa just wants to know.” He gave her a reassuring squeeze.

”I won't tell anyone, cross my heart.” he drew an X over his heart. ”If anyone understands it would be me, I grow up poor as dirt. ”But you don't have to worry about that stuff anymore, ” He wiped her tears. ”But if it makes you feel better, I can put a box in the shed that way you don't tear up grandma's garden. Deal?” She nodded.

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This had been going on for a few months now, Mama was also busy; being dragged by her grandma to this or that and Grandpa was to busy with work- so it was up to Debbie to care for her dad. Tip-toeing across the carpeted floor, a sloppily made peanut and jelly sandwich, cracking open the door of her shared bedroom. The darkness of the room swallowing her up, it takes a moment for her eyes to adjust to the darkness.

“I made you, like, a sandwich- it’s your favorite- “ Hazel hues glance from her Daddy who’s buried under the covers, to the uneaten bowl of cereal she left them this morning. A frown crosses her lips, fingers tighten around the plate, a feeling of anger shots through her. “You gotta, like, eat, it’s not good to, like, waste food.” Her Voice trembling, with shaking hands the blonde places the plate on the nightstand.

He didn’t move. “Daddy,” She walked over to him, poking his shoulder. A small mumble left his throat but he didn’t move. She scowled, pushing him with her open palm. Still nothing. “Get up...” Debbie says irritably. “Daddy’s tired, Poppet.” Voice barely above a whisper. “Daddy! get outta bed, dad!!” Debbie hasn't been able to stop the tears. Anger crawling through her that. “GET UP, NIGEL!” Voice shaky, fists balled at her sides. “...Pl- please.” his gaze is fixed ahead, staring at the wall Debbie can barely contain her, her chest felt like it was going to burst; her eyes stung with unshed tears.

NINE MONTHS LATER

Cradling her new baby sister, the baby making babbling noises and raising out for Debbie. She was never going to let her baby sister be hungry and sad and scared like she was. ”Don't worry, Eliza I'll, like, take care of you jus’ like with Daddy.” Voice shaky. That night Debbie took the can of corn out of her backpack, she had stolen from Candy's house and buried it in the garden.

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Rurouni Kenshin Fanfiction : See you in life Beyond -Chapter 3-

Summary : For as long as he remembers, life had never been easy for him. So when carefully-buried memories are brutally awakened, the worst can happen… *A long canon post-Jinchuu story, including most of RK’s main characters, depicting how Kenshin tries to survive his inner demons, and how he and Kaoru finally became a family…*

Link for Chapter 1 : https://sesshatetsuko.tumblr.com/post/178514684317/rurouni-kenshin-fanfiction-see-you-in-life

Link for Chapter 2 : https://sesshatetsuko.tumblr.com/search/fanfiction%20chapter%202

Chapter 3: First glimmers of evil

It was one of spring's first sunny week in the new capital, after a fourth season which had proved to be labored that year. This morning, only the last sighs of winter's chills were still being felt, and the dew perched on budding leaves was sliding to the ground with the help of a slight wind.

Every inhabitant of the Kamiya dojo -including its brawler and its wanderer- was busy with its favorite task : Kenshin was doing the laundry, Kaoru was chasing her disciple through the yard, Yahiko was being chased by his assistant master, and Sanosuke aka the brawler was chewing obsolete remains of a fish carcass while waiting anxiously for mealtime.

"Phew ..."

The former Sekihotai let out a sigh, dusting his jacket with a lascivious gesture. His belly was clearly yelling famine.

"Hey Jou-chan, when ya're finished with the shoutin' match, could ya tell me if there's somethin' to eat 'round here?"

Sanosuke Sagara had the nasty habit of giving nicknames to most people who were hanging around him, as if calling someone by his first name suddenly risked causing him in an oh-so-fatal form of spontaneous combustion. So Kaoru was Jou-chan, Megumi was Kitsune, Saito had inherited of the wolf and Yahiko-CHAN was self-sufficient.

"Why you..."

Kaoru suddenly stopped her race to point a finger at the streetfigther.

"How dare you even speak of that?! Don't you know you can bring food and cook it by yourself like a grown man, instead of always complaining!? "

Her eyes spoke of hell's chasms and sulfurous vengeance. Sanosuke took a preventive step back, and Yahiko, glad that the attention was momentarily diverted from him, took this opportunity to move to a safe place – which happened to be in that case right behind Kenshin's back. He knew from experience that the situation could quickly deteriorate ...

"Maa maa do not argue," said the wanderer, pulling his hands out of the soapy water. "This one will take care of it as soon as he finishes the laundry, that he will."

Strangely enough, Himura was revealing in repetitive daily chores, as if to compensate for the chaos that had been his life so far. Except for a few intimate friends, most people who knew him back in the days of Bakumatsu did not understand that a former cold-blooded assassin, in this case a patriotic leader occupying a key position in the revolution, could be satisfied with such a routine.

A simple, normal family life... he has probably never known that before, thought Kaoru whose gaze softened at the sight of the samurai humbly hunched over the basin, sleeves rolled up, a patient smile on his face. The soapy bubbles were going up to his elbows and formed a frothy beard under the cheek where he had previously wiped his hand.

"I'm glad to know ya're the one making miso today, Kenshin," Sanosuke continued. "Haven't recovered yet from last time Jou-chan cooked and my guts literally tried to get out of my tummy!"

"What the hell..."

The young kendoka's eyes flashed instantly. Kenshin could have sworn he saw drool running down her chin.

"... I feed you for FREE and that's all you have to s-"

"Is tha' a reason for trying to poison me ?!" the accused rebuked, pointing at her too (yes, Sanosuke sometimes had suicidal tendencies).

"It's true that you aren't spoiled by nature busu ; as thin as a plate and unable to bake anything edible... "Yahiko rectified, feeling compelled to place a comment to calm the situation, always bravely sheltered behind the wanderer.

"A little respect for your master! RHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA "

Thus Kenshin -or rather his face- received a boken, two stools, five bowls, and three daikons. His defence resulted in :

"Orororororooooo ..."

"Kenshin, I'm so sorry!"

Kaoru realized too late that the red-collapsed form on the floor was innocent, and rushed to his side.

"Yare yare," said Kenshin, rubbing his head, "This one is fine, Kaoru-dono."

The samurai could have easily dodged each of her projectiles, even catching them flying and sending them back in one movement. The stool by the way, properly launched, could have made a nice whiplash injury ... But Kenshin was uncomfortable with showing his talents of former assassin, acquired in a context as painful as macabre, nor to use his incredible capacities in a harmless environment that did not require it. Note also that Kaoru was a proud master of kendo who did not deserve in the eyes of the wanderer to be humiliated or discouraged by such behavior. Above all, the mere idea that his beloved might one day be afraid of him or feel physically threatened, and therefore begin to act cautiously around him, was enough to make him feel nauseous.

As he got up, he did not fail to accidentally brush Kaoru's hand, whose face immediately went through six distinct shades of scarlet. The two lovers got up as quickly as possible, spending the next few minutes trying not to look clumsy.

A classic day, in other words.

A little too much maybe...

"...Excuse me?"

All heads turned towards the entrance gate of the dojo where a young man was standing, his black hair strictly brushed, dressed in a navy uniform trimmed with white at the ends of the sleeves. It was cut short at the level of legs, revealing sober satin shoes on which were mirroring perfectly the metal sheath of his saber.

"Can I help you?"

The mistress of the dojo approached the newcomer, who did politely salute in return.

"Agent Kyosuke, I wish to see Himura-san," he informed, "I have a letter from Officer Fujita to give him."

"If you look for him, this one is here," The wanderer instinctively took place between Kaoru and the stranger before greeting him quickly, taking the paper directly from his hands.

"So what does it say? "asked Yahiko, who had instantly hurried to join the three adults.

"It's a letter from Saito..." Himura mumbled as he was decrypting the katakana lines. He did not answer more, focused on reading the document.

"Huh, that's all...? Don't keep the information for you!"

While the unique pupil of Kamiya Kasshin was starting the well-known dance of 'plz-tell-me-I-need-to-know' and Sanosuke was discreetly asking the postman if he did not have some money to lend him before realizing at the same time that he was instead a policeman, Kaoru was watching closely the samurai whose dorsal muscles had momentarily tensed.

"Can I see it...?" She said, gently slipping her head over his shoulder.

He crushed the paper in his hands.

"...What's the matter?"

The expression on Kenshin's face froze, then a cautious smile crawled across it.

"Saito asks this one for help on a mission."

"Well?"

"This one does not really know what it is for now. We'll see that later, that we will," he said, crouching again in front of the wet basin." Agent Kyosuke, please convey to Officer Fujita that he can count on this one's help. "

"Understood, Mr Himura. He will be delighted to hear that. "

With that, the policeman withdrew and the wanderer resumed its work, showing obvious attention on the cleaning of a hakama, returning exactly where he had stopped it before being interrupted by all this fuss. His mind, however, never really returned to the task at hand.

Seijuro Hiko completed his furoshiki in no time.

A spare outfit, his purse, equipment to sharpen his katana if necessary and of course his faithful jar of saké hanging on his belt. Nothing else was needed to cruise the roads. Of pragmatic nature, the master never cared about such insignificant material details.

Honestly, he was far from pleased to go on another trip. The mere thought of confronting this stinking, swarming and uneducated mass that the people outside his forest were was enough to give the hermit heartburn. Unlike his disciple who had wandered most of his life, Seijuro was rarely leaving his mountain. As for that terrible intuition that he'd had about him... Hiko still did not understand what that meant, but after spending several days running around in his hut trying to solve the impossible equation, he had reluctantly resolved to leave. In almost forty years his instinct had never deceived him.

In haste, the thirteenth master of Hiten Mitsurugi began his journey to Tokyo ...

In the middle of the night Kaoru was awakened by moans-like noises. Enjoying busy days, it was rare for Kamiya Kasshin's master to be a light sleeper.

What the...?

It was almost three o'clock in the morning and the neighborhood's streets were theoretically empty at this hour. As she focused on her hearing, she had the feeling that they were coming from the place where the samurai slept. Had he shouted so loudly as to pull her out of her sleep? Or was her audition playing tricks on her?

Whatever... I cannot take the risk of something happening to Kenshin.

Rather than thinking about this subject blindly, she decided to endure the coldness of the night, and stood up. The young kendoka feverishly put on her yukata before lighting a candle of wax, then discretely opened the next room's door...

Curled up on the edge of the futon, makura ejected on the floor, Kenshin was twisting around furiously in his bed. The cover was unstructured to the point of discovering his torso, riddled with scars. Although unconscious, the wanderer was aimlessly opening and closing his lips, as if talking to the wooden ground. And, to her surprise, he did not seem to be aware of her presence at all this time. She kept her ears open.

"Tomoe..."

His face was fully contracted.

... He's speaking in his sleep?

"Tomoe"

His arms were moving in all directions. He turned his head again, his features marred by the expression of intense pain. The kendo teacher was watching him with a mix of astonishment and horror.

"K-Ka ... o ... ru ..."

Grabbing his skull in his hands, he almost tore a bunch of red hair with his grip. The young woman felt her heart tighten.

Is he dreaming of our deaths...?

Her decision was made... She entered the room, knelt beside him and put a hand on his shoulder. He was cold but covered in sweat.

"Kenshin. I'm here, "she whispered," I'm fine ... "

The wanderer did not react, his eyelids still vigorously closed.

"I'm here," she continued, shaking him slightly.

"No..."

He was biting his lips so hard that a discrete trickle of blood escaped from them.

"Nooooooo ..."

He doesn't hear me ...

All the while struggling he continued to moan, contracting his muscles at a strenuous pace. Despite the repeated words and gestures of the young woman, nothing was enough to wake him up. Kaoru continued for a few minutes before giving up.

It's no use. He's gone too far ...

She didn't want to shake him too badly either. The wanderer needed rest. Reluctantly, she closed the shoji of the room and silently went back to her own bed. Falling anew into the arms of Morpheus was hard enough that night, for the young woman was saddened to see the former Ishin Shishi still fighting the endless demons of his past. He would never tell her about those in the morning, but she suspected his nightmares to be much more frequent than what they actually could see...

The samurai, for his part, continued to struggle violently against his invisible enemies. After a few minutes, he finally seized the guard of his sword, which contact was frozen.

"NO!"

Kenshin awoke abruptly. His whole body was shaking. Tears were running down his cheeks and his heart was beating wildly. Only the silence and the cold twilight of the night surrounded him, but his mind was still engulfed in the long-winded abyss of his memory. He took several minutes to realize that he was just in his room. And that all this was only a vision.

He waited until his body stopped shaking. Let the tears stop flowing. He dropped his blanket, took his katana and stood up.

Enough sleep for this night.

Kenshin entered the police officer's desk directly without being announced, causing a panic attack to the receptionist he had greeted nonetheless. The tyrannical Goro Fujita was particularly meticulous about procedures, and that included the one about never disturbing him without warning.

Mibu's wolf and former patriot were staring at each other.

"Saito."

"Himura."

"I received your letter."

"Well, that'll save me a boring speech."

"Tell this one the facts."

When they were both alone, their relationship was fundamentally different. Patience and politeness were out of place between former adversaries who had exchanged more saber blows than greetings.

"You're even more irritable than usual Battosai ..."

The former Shinsengumi silently noted the rings under the indigo eyes of the redhead. He grabbed a large blue binder resting on his desk, from which ink-filled leaves were partly coming out. And began to peel them...

"The facts, Saito," repeated the wanderer.

"You are therefore aware that the police of Tokyo, Kyoto and even Osaka are investigating a large-scale case of disappearance ..."

He took out a document, where colorless portraits were drawn.

"Children, precisely."

Himura winced.

"Hm. And what do you expect from me, exactly?"

"Nothing."

Saito took a breath from his cigarette. The wanderer was nervously touching the handle of his weapon.

"Nothing so far, I just want you to keep wide-open eyes around you."

"This one is already doing so."

"...And to report any suspicious behavior to me," the officer finished.

Himura nodded. The officer put the bundle down carefully. Even sorting out the news sent by Kyoto forces had asked him a considerable amount of time.

"When I'll have a need for you to intervene, I'll call you back," Saito concluded, turning his back to the window. "For now, I don't have any more information."

The wanderer did not need to be asked twice.

"Understood, this one does not like this kind of case either."

#Rurouni Kenshin #fanfiction #See you in life Beyond #sesshatetsuko #chapter 3 #himura kenshin #Sagara Sanosuke #kaoru kamiya #Saito Hajime #seijuro hiko #First glimmers of evil

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denimwrites-archive · 6 years

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The Cold is Actually a Bother

Prompt: Request by Anonymous - "On the 137 winter prompts list, can I get #41 [“Do you wanna Build a-” - “Absolutely not.”] with a Connor X Reader plz?”

Fandom: Dear Evan Hansen

Pairing: Connor Murphy X Reader

Summary: The first snow of the season has you excited, but your boyfriend may not be in the same mood you are to go and play in the cold. But if anyone can convince him it’s you, and the idea of a snowball fight against his sister.

Word Count: 1,345

Warnings: Strong language

A/N: I also included a sentence from one of my favorite gamers because I heard it and immediately thought of this prompt I had to write and I thought it would be something that Connor would do to the lyrics lol (here is the link to the video if you want to hear the guy say it, he’s also really awesome and I love his videos so)

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When you woke up late in the morning, you warily rubbed your eyes, trying to adjust to the bright light in your room. Squinting at the unusual radiance in your room, you see that it’s coming from your window. Stumbling over you peer out only to be met with a brilliant white blanket over everything. Gasping at the sight you can only look out at the beauty of the untouched layer.

Checking the clock you see that you it’s a reasonable hour and decide to get dressed. Bundling up in a coat, scarf, hat, and some gloves, as well as a pair of boots, you gingerly step out your front door and into the snow. A smile breaks over your face as you crunch around your front yard. Giggling as you kick some around and just messing around in it, you realize that this would be even better with a certain partner of yours.

None of the sidewalks are shovelled yet, so it gives you more opportunity to playfully move through the mass of white on your way to the Murphy’s house. As you make your way to the front door you smirk as a devious thought comes to your head. You text Connor that you’re outside so that you know he’ll be the one closest to the door.

When you start to hear shuffling steps on the other side of the door you do the knock, before beginning to sing, “Do you wanna build a--” but before you can really get into it, Connor opens the door with a frown on his face.

“Absolutely not.” He then shuts the door. You know he’s still standing on the other side, and you can’t help the small giggle that escapes before you let out a loud, dramatic sigh.

You then pick up singing again, but this time with your own spin on the lyrics. “I never see you anymore, you stupid whore. It’s like you’ve gone and died! We used to be best partners, but now you’re a grump. So please just come outside! Do you wanna build a--” but again Connor cuts you off by opening the door.

“I don’t think those are the lyrics,” he said, leaning against the doorframe, still in his pajamas. He looks comfy and warm, but you gesture for him to come and join you in the snow. He shakes his head with a small chuckle, “Give me a minute.”

With that he heads back in the house and you start to play in the snow in his front yard. You see Zoe through the window and you give a wave, which she returns with a smile. She starts trying to mime something to you and you just tilt your head at her in confusion. Motioning you closer to the window you try to understand what she’s trying to say. But in your concentrated state you don’t realize Connor has exited the house and is sneaking towards you until it’s too late.

You can’t help but let out a squeal as you feel Connor’s arms wrap around your waist, picking you up with ease and spinning around. Giggling, you swat at his arms and he just pulls you closer. As he slows down his turns he lets out a huff before falling backwards. You shriek as you fall with him.

Connor lets out a grunt as he feels your weight land on top of him, but laughs with you. Turning around in his arms you face him and give him a kiss, noses brushing. You were just laying there in the snow, taking in each other’s presence, until Zoe decided to come out and join you.

“So are we going to have some fun in the snow, or are you two just going to lay around?” she teasingly asks. Con rolls his eyes but takes your hand after you get up. Pulling him to his feet, he doesn’t let go of your hand, giving it a squeeze. Zoe then rolls her eyes and throws a snowball at him as he’s distracted by you. Your hand immediately covers your mouth, trying to hide the smile on your face as Con slowly turns to Zoe in shock.

She smirks and grabs another hunk of snow, tossing it and catching it in a teasing way. “Oh, that’s it.” Con let’s go of your hand and reaches for a snowball of his own. Zoe starts to take evasive maneuvers, jumping and moving around quickly. You just giggle at them, or at least you do until they both turn to you after sharing a devious look.

“Uh oh.” And then the Murphy siblings are chasing you around their yard. You feel a pressure on your back and you stumble slightly, but you recover before you fall into the snow. Turning around, Con is laughing and you just scoff. “I’ll get you for that Connor!” Grabbing some snow of your own, it’s you and Zoe’s turn to chase him around.

However, when you finally have Con cornered, you turn to Zoe and throw the snow at her causing her to gasp as the cold hits her. Connor busts out laughing, doubling over at the sight of her surprised face. “(Y/N)...” she says turning towards you.

“Sorry?” you give a sheepish smile, and then she’s chasing you as Connor continues to laugh. It goes on for a few minutes until Con finally comes to your rescue, scooping you up in his arms and running into the backyard. With his longer legs he gets a good distance between you and your pursuer, setting you down, you ready an ambush. Hiding around the corner, you hear Zoe’s heavy breathing and boots crunching through the snow.

When she’s close enough you jump out and let loose your ammunition. She stands there in shock, eyes wide. Connor is laughing again and you can’t help but chuckle with him, Zoe even joining in after a few seconds. When all of your breathing gets back to normal, Zoe lets out a last huff before motioning back to the house. “I’m heading inside before I freeze, you two might want to think of doing the same.”

Waving a goodbye, you turn to Connor when you feel his hand on your waist. Pulling you close he gives you a kiss and you feel your body warm at the contact. When you pull away, Con’s face is red and you give his nose a peck. “Are you sure you don’t want to build a snowman?”

He rolls his eyes at you, “Yes, I’m sure, now how about we go inside and get some cocoa?”

“What? Does the cold bother you?” you ask with a smirk. He just sighs at you and shakes his head, starting towards the house.

“I’m going inside, join me if you want.” Letting out a chuckle you rush after him, grabbing his hand in yours.

“Fine, but you better have marshmallows.”

“Of course! How uncivilized do you think I am?” he replies with a dramatic hand resting on his chest.

You give him a nudge and his smile grows as you head inside. Letting out a sigh as the warmth of the house meets your cold face you start to shed your layers before following Con into the kitchen. He grabs some mugs from the cabinet, and you wrap your arms around his waist, burying your face in his back.

“You’re warm,” you mumble. He gives your arm a pat, and you reluctantly let him go so he can make the cocoa. When it’s finally ready, you head to the living room and settle in on the couch to watch the movie that had been the theme of the day, Frozen.

Connor was definitely against it at first, but you were able to convince him with a look. Leaning against him, you gently sing along to the songs and Connor even hums a little too. You were happy with your day in the snow, even if you didn’t get to make your own Olaf, Connor was definitely better than any snowman.

Tag List: @helplesshansen

#connor murphy x reader #connor murphy fanfiction #connor murphy #dear evan hansen x reader #dear evan hansen fanfiction #dear evan hansen reader insert #deh x reader #deh fanfiction #deh reader insert #musical x reader #musical fanfiction #musical reader insert #my writing #finished request

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skeletorific · 7 years

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With that not eating request, I would absolutely love to see the reaction of HT Sans plz >w>

AHAHAHAHAHA GUESS WHO ENDED UP DOING RESEARCH AND SPENDING LIKE AN HOUR PLUS ONE SHOWER THINKING THIS THROUGH

Also apologies to anybody who can’t read this now because of it but I am gonna go full anorexia for this s/o. The possibilities were too interesting not to explore a little bit. Also I have departed somewhat from the original scenario, largely because of how I perceive Axe and his potential relationships.\

Also I don’t know if it was tyranttortoise who came up with the idea of Axe doing cannibal jokes but the idea was too good and too endearing not to (lovingly) steal

You had been lucky.

Sans had been the one to find you. His axe swung loosely at his side. He felt almost bored when he approached you. Part of him wondered when this all had become so easy. Just another human, ripe for chopping. That part of him was drowned out by a much louder voice, the screaming, empty gnawing in his stomach that had become as much a part of his life as snow and the close air of the Underground.

You had scrambled back when you saw him coming, weak words of pleading coming out of your mouth. Only Papyrus’ intervention had saved you, but even before his brother stepped in, his hand has stilled. Something about you……couldn’t put a phalange on it, but it felt….familiar. Not like the other things, things that he shouldn’t remember but did (blue and pink sweaters, a knife flashing through the Hall, flower flower flower dust). But familiar like kin. Like a connection felt in a moment.

You weren’t that strong, but you were smart. That had gotten you through Papyrus’ puzzles with little more than a few gashes. By that point, his brother had gotten fond enough of you that he asked his brother to place their protection over this too valuable morsel. Reluctantly, he’d agreed. Hadn’t been easy keeping starving fingers off you, but in fairness to you, you were fairly compliant with his safety restrictions.

The more time he spent with you, the stronger the feelings of companionship grew. Not that you talked much those first few months. Like him you seemed to prefer silence, could get quite snappish when it was intruded on. You saved your words for Papyrus. But as time went on, he thought he found the reason.

You had hollow eyes, pale skin, an empty looking face with skin that looked like it was stretched a shade too far. And he’d known.

You were someone that knew hunger as he did. Long term. The way it sat with you. Emptied you out, filled your mind while fogging it up. Tainted everything you did.

Even when you had food you never seemed to eat much of it. Unless you’d gone without for a couple of days (not exactly uncommon, but still), you seemed to only swallow a few bites before pushing it on Papyrus. Not that he’d ever complain about having to hunt for less food, but in his moments of lucidity…..it was concerning.

And he couldn’t really figure it out. You’d looked like that when he found you. What had you like that before? Surface couldn’t possibly be this bad….Either way, wasn’t really his business. Long as you ate enough that you could run when someone chased you, you could do what you liked for all he cared.

As months passed by, though, “all he cared” was turning into quite a bit. He liked you. More than he’d liked anyone in a long time. And for the most part, it seemed you liked him. Nothing you could do about it, really. Place like this you never really had the time or energy to sit down and hash out relationship terms. But without a word about it on either side you drew closer. You came with him on any excursion he didn’t explicitly ban you from. He took to sharing a bed with you. Not in….well, not in that sense (his brother was still right next door) but both of you found you slept easier with each other. Though both of you had a thousand different walls, there was a certain understanding between you. Light touches that he didn’t immediately pull back from. Small gifts, even, when it was an option.

Finally, the day came. Freedom. The Sunlight. Everything he’d given up hope of. Aliza gave it to all of them. In many ways, he couldn’t believe it. He lived each day expecting fully to wake up back in Snowdin. The fact that he continued to not do so was little more than a mildly pleasant surprise.

You stayed with the brothers. And the two of you drew closer. He found himself wanting to keep you in sight whenever possible. Without seeming to be aware of it you held his hand in public. More than once, a soft kiss exchanged in a sleepless night riddled with nightmares. Both of you had accepted this was something of a relationship, but were letting it evolve as it would. You were two damaged pieces, trying to see if your jagged edges would fit together.

And still, you weren’t eating.

Of course, like everyone else you had gorged yourself to the point of sickness when you’d first gotten topside. But after you’d settled in, it was back to tiny portions, pushing away food. And as the rest of them got healthier, the more your symptoms differentiated you. The mood swings, the fainting and dizzy spells. You got sick far too easily, slept more than you were awake, were easily winded. And he was hearing whispers when you went out in public.

“Are they okay?”

“That poor kid….”

Once a snide comment that wasn’t the human lucky, they’d found a boyfriend to match their look. For a brief moment the rage over took him and you had to pull him out of the store before anything unfortunate happened.

Sometimes it was hard to remember killing would have consequences again.

You were long past adjustment periods. And it was time for him to do some digging….

One night it finally spilled over. You were on the porch, staring out at the night sky. Both of you, for the moment at least, at some kind of peace. As his arm crept around you, he was growing more and more aware that it wouldn’t be much effort to count every bone in your face.

“Hey.” he said. You looked up at him.

“What happens when you upset a cannibal?”

“………”

“You end up in hot water.”

You stared at him for a long moment before your shoulders startled to tremble and you laughed, uncontrollable and gentle, like a river over stones. He responded with his own low chuckle.

He was possessive of that laugh. For as long he’d known you the only thing that brought it out was his jokes.

He let it die slowly as you relaxed against him, each taut muscle slowly coming undone against him. He could feel your bones pressing against him, and as familiar as it felt, he was only too aware no human should feel like this.

“and uh, speakin of eating….” His hands skated lightly up and down your side. “can’t help but notice you haven’t been doin much of it”

Well, there was that tension again. You didn’t pull away but you felt about to. “Oh?” You said, in a voice that was too casual to be honest.

“yeah.” he said. Trying to keep his own voice even. “You got something you want to tell me?”

You went silent for a full minute.

“Cus, uh, was looking online. “ He didn’t look at you, just staring out over the yard. “came across this thing called ‘anorexia nervosa’. Eating disorder. Symptoms include dizziness, mood swings, faintin, excessive thinness…..” With each symptom listed you drew away a bit, inch by inch, your shoulders slowly starting to hung up and your hands clenching in your lap. He finally looked over. “sound like someone you know?”

Your fingernails dug into your palms and you were silent for endless minutes. “Sans, I-…..its not-….I’m….”

You made the mistake of looking over. He didn’t look concerned, exactly. Sans never pried, never forced something from you that you weren’t ready to tell. But that red glowing eye…..it demanded nothing less from you than perfect honesty. The two of you had done too many horrible things to bother lying to each other. You gathered yourself, and took a deep breath.

“It….it started a long time ago.” You said. “My mom….she used to give me shit all the time about how much I weighed. I don’t even think she meant for it to…..she may have just been kidding around. But it stuck.

“When I was fourteen I started starving myself. It was stupid, I knew it was, but I just….I hated what I was seeing in the mirror everyday. At some point it stopped being about that, started being about control. It was like the hungrier I got the more obsessed I became with regulating myself. I ate enough to keep myself going. No more.

“Its funny,” you said, laughing grimly. “I spent so much of my life obsessed with not eating anything, only to fall into a world where I had no other choice.”

Was it your imagination that his arm tightened around you? Maybe, maybe not.

“So….hasn’t gone away since you came back, I take it.”

“I don’t…….” Your voice shrank somehow, like you had become smaller. “Sans, I don’t think it ever will.”

There was a lengthy silence. You felt bile rising in your throat and you hated yourself for the wave of sorrow that overtook you. Why had you told him? Why had he asked? Both of you had far too much on your shoulders without burying yourself in each other’s private problems.

The concept was rattling around in his head. Depriving yourself of food by choice? He couldn’t wrap his head around it. How fucked up would you have to be to……..Well, then again, not his world. He had to remind himself you didn’t come from a place where the scramble for any kind of sustenance was so hard monsters resented cooking for shrinking their meat.

“‘m not gonna act like I know about it.” He said after a while. “hell, I’m not the healthiest myself.” There was a knocking sound of his knuckles hitting his skull and he grinned unnervingly wide. “But I, uh…..wouldn’t give yourself as a lost cause yet.”

“……Sans-”

“‘nother thing I found online,” he said. “Couple of places where you can go, they’ll help you out. Know a lot more about this kind of thing than I do.”

“I’ve tried them before, they never take.”

“Well, back then you just had your shitty mom waiting for you.” There was a hard edge in his voice that made you look up. “Now you’ve got Paps, Ali, m-…….”the word stuck in his throat before he finally just said “all of us. Got people worth feelin better for.”

……Had he meant to say me. Your SOUL warmed instantly but you didn’t call him out on it. “Yeah……maybe.”

“Look, sweetheart,” the pet name took you by surprise and you didn’t resist when his hand drew your chin up to look at him properly. “I promised Paps I’d keep ya fed, didn’t I? And much as I hate makin promises…..I don’t intend to break this one.”

There was something in his eyes, some unspoken words that you felt in some spot in your chest. You held his gaze for a long moment.

“…..Okay.”

You leaned back against his shoulder and his arm returned to your waist. The coming months, you knew, would be hell, a hell of conselors and soul-baring and everyone hovering over you like a sick lamb.

But for now, there was silence, and the steadiness of his warmth. And for a moment, the hunger was far, far behind. For both of you.

“Hey,” he said. “What do you do for a starving cannibal?”

“Sans, I swear to-”

“You give him a helping hand.”

“I fucking can’t.”

#anorexia #eating disorder #tw #horrortale #ht!sans #minific #headcanon

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poutypanic · 7 years

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Monster Hunter* Chap 6

Trigger Warnings! Plz read tags, and summary.

Chapter Summary: Okay so big trigger warnings for attempted rape, and some pretty bloody violence! Proceed with caution. This chapter is VERY plot heavy. Mercy is the worst. An old flame comes back into our Readers life. This was inspired by a comment left by cell007 on the last chapter. <3 After that there's some literal sexual healing. Hope you enjoy!

AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10702710/chapters/26191587

It’s that time again. Hanzo’s gone and you’re left to be babysat by the dragons. Though they’re not as pent up anymore. In fact, they fell asleep in the bedroom hours ago. Didn’t budge an inch when you got up to go for a walk. When the demon is away, you always have so much down time. More than you usually know what to do with. Finding new parts of the castle is an interesting way to pass the time. The place is so big that you never fail to find new pathways and rooms. When you get bored, you’ll probably find your way back and take a nap with the dragons. You’re supposed to be resting anyway.

Finding new undiscovered sections isn’t a hard task. All it takes is one different turn down an unfamiliar hall, and you find yourself in new territory. You wander into an old dojo. Use the back door to find a different court yard you hadn’t seen before. It looks to be a shooting range, for archery and guns. As evidenced by several old bullet holes where it would seem amateurs had missed their targets.

Nothing holds your interest here, so find yourself continuing onward. Into what at first you think is another garden. But it soon becomes clear that this is no garden; it’s a cemetery. There are only two large stone monuments. Each has freshly burned incense and flowers. There are more names engraved into one tombstone than the other. You curse yourself, because you can’t read them and therefore can’t snoop.

You become a bit transfixed by the one with more names. The older looking one of the two. You stand staring and pondering. You don’t end up thinking about the grave. Instead, end up using it as a focal point to help you center your thoughts.

What you’re thinking, is that this isn't so bad anymore. And sometimes, well, a lot of the time, you find yourself enjoying the demons company. He's witty, snarky, and doesn't hold back in conversation. He seems to actually admire your promiscuous background. When you're finally on his level. If you manage to make it there. Maybe the two of you can really raise some hell together, and the thought of that excites you. Makes you look forward to the future. You miss stirring up mischief. Leaving broken hearts and egos behind in your wake. You and Hanzo could do twice the damage and have twice the fun.

“Curious, are you?”

Your body jolts, and you spin around, finding Mercy sitting on top of the tombstone you weren't paying close attention to. Legs crossed and a dangerous smile on her face.

“When the hell did you get here?”

Mercy shrugs, scoots off of the tombstone, and gently glides to the ground. She nods back at the grave.

“Do you know what these are? Or rather who they belong to?”

You barely hear her questions.

“Does Hanzo know you’re here?”

Mercy shrugs again. You take that as a no. And start to wonder if you’re in danger.

She slowly eyes you up and down. Thinks for a moment and then takes a step towards you. You immediately take two steps back. You would have taken more, but your back is now up against the grave stone. She rolls her eyes at you and spins around. Saunters over to the opposite stone and places a finger against one of the names. She looks back over her shoulder at you.

“This one was the first.”

“Excuse me?”

“Hanzo accidentally killed this one. He was a baby demon. Didn’t know what he was doing.”

Oh. This is shocking to you. It had never crossed your mind exactly what he had meant when he had said to you ‘It is amusing, that you think you will be leaving me. Alive or dead.’ The grave suddenly carries a lot more weight. Exudes a bigger presence in the small courtyard. It feels ominous and tragic.

“He buried them?”

Mercy rolls her eyes at your pitiful tone of voice, “Cremated, but yes.” Then points at the second name, “This one died from the first sickness.”

If Mercy wants to run her mouth, you’re not going to stop her. So you don’t say anything and just listen.

She points to the third name, “This one.” She pauses to chuckle, “Now this one was very religious. Thought Hanzo was the literal devil. Killed themselves before the first sickness could sprout.”

Then she points to the last name, “This one was another one that succumbed to the change. Too weak to get past it. Boring, I know.”

“Whatever you say, Mercy.”

Then she glides her finger over the smooth blank area next to the last name.

“Your name will go right here. Number five.”

That last comment offends you. Sparks anger in your belly. You cross your arms and glare at her.

“I think I’m doing just fine. I’ve made it this far. I’m not dying. Hanzo is going to have a major problem with you being here uninvited. You should leave.”

She returns your glare with her own, “Oh I’ll go, but not far. Don’t want to miss the show. Won’t be able to tell the tale of your death to the next one if I do.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

She doesn’t answer you. Only disappears behind the tombstone and doesn't reappear again. Then you hear something off in the distance. It’s foot steps. Someone wearing shoes. So definitely not Hanzo. Your stomach twists, and your heart starts to race. It can't be. But there's no mistaking it. The foot steps are accompanied by a persistent jingle of spurs. You eye the entry way of the cemetery. Eyes starting to brim with tears.

Then he appears in the door way. An old flame. Jesse McCree. With his cowboy hat low on his head and a sinister grin on his face. He takes a few steps forwards into the cemetery, takes his lit cigarillo out of his mouth, and tosses it onto the ground. So disrespectful. Then again, he always was.

"Well, hello darlin'. Long time, no see. How you been?"

You're in stunned silence. Your mind is working far too fast for you to catch any coherent sentences. All you're able to think is, this is bad. Very, very bad. Jesse was not one of the monsters you had left on good terms. He just might have been the worst break up of them all. Though that's always been up for debate in your mind.

"Strange findin' you hiding out in a place like this. Real fancy."

"How did you find me?"

"Oh, now, sugar; don'cha remember?" He taps the side of his nose, "I gotta real keen sense a smell."

You know that’s true, but that answer is also bullshit.

He looks you up and down, "You sure are a lot shinier than I remember you bein'. You been taking vitamins?"

"What do you want, McCree?"

Jesse’s expression goes from fake cordialness to dark and pissed off. His lip turns up as he holds up his arm. Waives mechanical fingers around. A memory floods back into the forefront of your brain. You're trapped in a small basement. He’s been keeping you down there for weeks. He had fooled you. Lured you in with false charm and sweetness. McCree wasn’t careful nor mindful. Especially when he was transformed. You had nearly died from his treatment far too many times for your comfort. In your memory, you manage to find an old machete. You have it clutched tightly in your grasp. And with a swift swing, you’ve got a howling beast that's writhing in pain. This allows you enough time to get away.

"I was thinking somethin' along the lines of an eye for an eye. But more like I'm thinking your gonna need to give me somethin’. You know, in exchange for what you took. It's only fair."

“I technically didn’t take your arm. I left it with you.”

“Oh, your hilarious.”

Every muscle in your body is tense. Spring loaded and ready to go. Your mind in trying to pick through all of the places that Hanzo could have stashed your weapons. You’re going to need to defend yourself. But then you remember, idiot, you’ve got the dragons. McCree’s animal instinct picks up easily on when his prey are about to run. Knows that you’re about to make a sprint for the castle and your protectors. His voice has a sudden drop in octaves.

"You better not run, sweetheart." He takes in a few breaths, and his voice goes back to normal, "Or I'm gonna have to get real nasty, real fast."

“What do you want."

"Your gonna give me some pups."

Over your dead body.

“There's plenty of bitches out there for you to breed, McCree."

"But none of them have broken my heart quite like you have, hunny.”

McCree takes off his hat and tosses it to the ground. Starts to unbutton his shirt. Kicks off his boots. All while keeping a steady eye on you.

“Now I ain’t stupid. I know your gonna make me wrangle you. I’m just offerin' you one chance to be a good girl. Come on now. Walk outta here with me.”

That’s not going to happen. And you're a heart beat away from bolting. Could you even give him what he wants anymore? With your new body on the cusp of being supernatural? These aren’t things you say out loud. They wouldn’t help you convince McCree to leave. They just might convince him to kill you. 'Cause if he can’t use you, then nobody can.

As his shirt falls off of his back the muscles in his shoulders start to quiver rapidly. You know what that means. Now's your chance. It’ll be brief. He turns fast, but you have got to go now or never. You run for it. And not long after you start running, do you hear the terrible growls and rumbles coming from McCree's changed werewolf form.

He’s already hot on your trail. You don’t dare look back. Won’t risk losing your momentum or tripping over yourself trying to get a gander at him. You know exactly what he looks like right now. A large and lanky combination of man and wolf. Long limbs carrying him faster than you’ll ever be able to out run him. But you're still going to try.

The good thing is, he’s loud. Every slam of his claws on the ground reverberates through the halls, and his growls are even louder. The commotion will surely get the dragons' attention soon. At least you’re hoping so. They’re your only chance.

You’re barely half way through the shooting range when he catches up with you. Tackles you onto the ground. He’s got so much momentum that he can't keep himself from sliding away from you. Your head cracks against the concrete, and you see stars. Your vision blurs over and blood starts to run down your face.

You actually manage to get yourself back up onto your feet before McCree pounces again. You're lucky that your muscle memory is working in your favor at the moment. You get out of the way without needing to think about it. Then he comes for you again, teeth bared and fur bristled. This time you use your elbow to land a harsh blow against his jaw line. You’re much stronger than you know, because the werewolf actually falters. Yelps and stumbles a couple of steps to the side.

McCree’s hunched over. There is one new thing about him. Something you hadn’t expected to see. His mechanical arm changed with him. Acclimated to suite his werewolf body. That’d be fascinating and neat to you if you weren't afraid for your life.

His whole body is shuddering as he looks up at you and smiles. Blood coating one side of his teeth. You’re in for it now. This time when he pounces, you’re not at all ready for it. You’re back on the ground. His bulky body dwarfing yours entirely. You try to get up, but it’s short lived. McCree uses one long and angular clawed hand to slam your torso back into the ground. He shoves his muzzle into your neck and takes a long deep whiff.

“Fuck, darlin, I’ve missed the way you smell.”

“Get the fuck off me, McCree!”

You make an attempt to shimmy and crawl your way out from under him. But you’re met with an open mouth and sharp teeth around your neck. That quickly puts a stop to your advancing. With your life in his mouth, McCree is able to guarantee you will stay still. He easily pulls up your robe. Shredding it up in the process. He forces your hips up to meet his crotch. Two big hands grip your torso and keep you there. His erection pushes out from within him and rests against your back. McCree releases your neck from his jaws so he can croon,

“I’m gonna get you so full of me, baby. Let’s make some pups.”

The part of you that knows you're in trouble is screaming, No, please stop. While the budding succubus within you is crooning, Give it to me. You resign to it. Close your eyes and brace yourself for the rough entry. But then you hear the growls of the dragons. Comforting, but still terrifying. One of them tackles McCree. He’s still got a grip on your torso, and as he’s being torn away, his claws dig deep. They rip away skin and draw blood, causing you to scream.

The shooting range plummets into utter chaos. With two large pissed off and protective dragons fighting off the intruder. You should take this opportunity to resume fleeing. But this is a scene you can’t tear yourself away from. No matter how much your body hurts or how dizzy you find yourself feeling.

McCree is fighting like hell. Giving the dragons a real problem to deal with, but he still doesn’t stand a chance. The moment he gets one dragon off, the other is back on him. Mercilessly sinking their teeth into his flesh. Thrashing their heads around like rabid dogs. Threatening to tear away the one flesh arm he's got left. And this time he’s going to lose it from the shoulder down.

You hadn’t realized you had been slowly backing away. Eyes still glued to the brutal rough and tumble. Your feet with minds of their own are taking slow and careful steps out of the shooting range. Then you back into a familiar, hot, and muscle rich wall. Hanzo places a hand onto your shoulder. And you can already see that something is different. His hand is bigger. Nails much sharper, almost blending into his fingers. Looking like one entire seamless unit. Long dangerous razors. Shiny and lethal.

When you look back at him you have to look up much more than usual. What you see is a demon much closer to the descriptions the bar patrons had given you the night you agreed to come here. Even though he is frightening, he’s still far from ugly. He’ll never be ugly to you.

With his long angular horns protruding out of his forehead. Those canines you always thought were so honed before are… massive. Looking to be made for tearing and gnawing. All of the angles in his face are even sharper. Veins in his arms bulging and straining against his skin. His hair almost looks like thick black smoke. The Hanzo standing before you looks like a true creature of hell.

And you’re practically starting to swoon from the sight of him. Or maybe it’s just the blood loss.

The dragons are still making a howling mess out of McCree. Hanzo’s attention skirts from the blood running down your face to your arms that are clutched around your sides. Bringing your attention back to your wounds. You pull your arms away. Coated in red. Blood still seeping into the fabric of your robe. The aura around Hanzo vibrates, and you can sense the anger coming from it.

Hanzo’s voice sounds distorted. Not at all like it’s coming from his own mouth,

“Don’t worry, my pet. You will live. Your wounds are easily remedied.”

Then his attention is back on McCree who’s being held to the ground by powerful jaws around his neck. Much in the same fashion that his were around yours. The other dragon has his flesh arm at a painful bend behind his back. He's bleeding heavily from many gashes and bites.

“They have this handled, don't you think?”

“Yeah, they got it.”

Then he points to himself, “So this would seem a little dramatic.”

You shake your head. You couldn’t disagree more. Are you going to get to be that intimidating? God, do you hope so.

“I love it.”

Hanzo seems tickled by that. “What are we to do with this mutt?”

Hanzo leaves your side and makes his way towards the dragons and McCree. McCree has to strain his neck in order to get a look at the demon that is advancing on him. He’s still smug. Even with blood seeping over his teeth and down over onto his jaw. It’s not surprising. He’s overconfident to a fault.

“This your new squeeze, babe?”

You ignore him. And McCree realizes quickly that he is going to have to try and talk directly to Hanzo if wants to live. The imp hadn’t warned him about this. Had only briefly given him warning about the demon. She hadn’t made him out to be a formidable threat. Looking at him now, McCree’s thinking if he gets out of here, he’s going to need to get his hands on that imp. She certainly didn't mention the large feline-like dragons that don’t seem to take any damage whatsoever. These cards were always stacked against him.

“You aware of the type of bitch you got on your hands?”

Hanzo doesn't answer him. Just squats down, places his elbows onto his knees, and cocks his head to the side. Looking at the werewolf likes he’s a detective looking over a murder scene. McCree keeps talking, this time trying to go for an appeal.

“You know. Me and you could make an honest woman outta her. Really give her the discipline she needs.”

Hanzo stands back up, “What’s mine is mine, and I don’t share.”

He comes back to you. Both of his hands cradle your face. Well, more like your entire head. Two sharp thumbs resting on either side of your eyes. Your eyes fall closed and your mouth drops open. His energy already is making your head feel better. Now all you can focus on is getting more. Give me more. Give me all of it. And right now. I need it.

McCree makes one last attempt to get away from the dragons that imprison him. He reverts back to his human form. Slips out of the grasp of the jaws on his neck, yanks his arm away from the other one, and runs. The dragons immediately follow in pursuit.

You expect Hanzo to disappear before your eyes. But he’s not going to. He’s going to let the dragons handle it. If the dog can manage to get away from them, then so be it. He’ll have to earn his right to walk away from the grand mistake he’s made.

You slip out of Hanzo’s grasp. Press yourself against his body. Mouth open wide. Kissing and licking all along his upper stomach. Needy little sounds are coming from you. Hums and moans. His name whimpered over and over again. You find yourself begging,

“Please don’t leave me alone again.”

“Never again, pet.”

You get your arms wrapped around him as much as you can. Hanzo is being patient. Lets you dote of over his body. Not minding that you are finding solace there. He lays a hand against your head, wraps his arm around your waist, and locks you in. You start biting and running your teeth along his skin. He tastes so good, and you can’t get enough of it.

You want him inside of you, just like this. You push away from him, and he lets you go. You lay down on to the ground. Lift your hips and spread your legs. Presenting yourself to him.

“I’m all yours. Take care of me, please.”

Hanzo lets his pants fall to the ground. Drops down to his knees and sits back on his thighs. Grabs you just under your calves. Yanks you into his lap. You lock your legs around him. Lift your hips up and down, grinding your desperate cunt against his cock. The demon watches as you start to hyperventilate. You’re an absolute mess. Hair matted, body caked with blood, and dirt covers your arms. You look ravishing, and it’s making him feel carnal. While at the same time, he can't wait to take his time cleaning you up. He lives to take care of you.

You go still as he positions your hips and slides himself inside of you. Bring you all the way down. A groan of pleasure and relief coming out from between your clenched teeth. He leans forward only slightly, and he’s already looming over you. A baleful, hulking, and stunning monster. He places his hands down on either side of your waist, and you immediately grab onto his wrists. Unable to meet your fingertips together. Hanzo rocks into you, barely pulling out before he pushes back in. His cock pushing past your limit in painfully slow successions. When you look at yourself, you can see your tummy bulge out with each push.

Your robe inches the rest of the way open, the blood stained fabric falling at your sides. The wounds on your ribs already looking like meager scratches, and your head isn't pounding anymore. When Hanzo’s pace doesn't start to pick up the way you want it to, you tug on his wrists and whimper. Hoping he’ll get the hint without you having to risk sounding like you’re demanding something from him. Though right now you’re feeling like you’d like a rough reaction. So you risk it.

“When’d you start being so gentle? Fuck me, Hanzo.”

“I know when I’m being baited, pet.”

Then he starts to go even slower. Drags himself farther out of you. Looks down as he pushes himself back in. Only giving it some gusto at the very last moment. Slamming the last bit of his shaft inside of you. This goes on for what seems like forever. It feels torturous and blissful at the same time. Massaging your warm walls ’til they are quivering and coming around him. Yet still, you are aching for more.

You want it rough and you want it fast so badly a small sob breaks its way out of your chest. You try to distract yourself by running your hands up along his arms. Tracing his veins with your fingers. Focusing on the way they pulsate from your touch. When the last of your wounds heal up, and your skin is back to being flawless and smooth underneath all the blood and grim, Hanzo gives you what you want.

A deep growl rumbles in his chest as he takes your wrists and slams them down onto the ground. The action makes your arms sting with that pleasant painful pleasure that you love to receive. That Hanzo knows how to give to you so well. His grips becomes tighter the harder he fucks into you. Loud animalistic grunts coming with each thrust.

Your mouth hangs open and your eyes start to roll back into your head. You come again, but this one is silent. Your pleasure caught up inside of your throat. You should always be careful what you wish for. Now that he’s gotten going, he’s not stopping, no matter how many times you come. Or how sensitive you are becoming. He keeps pounding into your cunt ’til you can feel slick dripping down onto his thighs, and you’ve lost track of time.

When he does finally become still, something happens that’s never happened before with him. He knots as his seed continuously fills up your womb. Making your insides feel full and hot. The bulge in your belly becomes even more pronounced, and Hanzo loves the way it looks. The sight gives him different more paternal kinds of desires and needs. Hanzo flips over. Takes you with him and lays back while you straddle his hips. Knot still swelled up inside of you. You make no moves to remove him from you. Just flatten yourself against him and rest your head just below his pecs.

As your mind starts to come down from the adrenaline and the sex high, you start to wonder if McCree made it out alive. Or if after this nap you're about to take your going to wake up to the dragon's carrying him back in, piece by piece.

#hanzo shimada x reader #hanzo shimada #poutypanic writes #attempted rape/pretty bloody violence/belly buldge #female reader

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ilovesergantbuckybarnes · 7 years

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5sos au

hello here's this lil au that i whipped out of my ass plz enjoy and tell me what you thought and if you want me to continue it thanks - michael buried his head underneath his pillow, trying to drown out the sounds of the claps of thunder. he blindly searched for his headphones on his night side table before shoving them into his ears and plugging them into his phone. he tried to pick the loudest music from his phone but none of them could conquer the sounds of the thunder, almost like zeus himself was laughing in his face. he groaned before sitting up in his bed and flinging his pillow at the window, rattling the blinds and sending up a cloud of dust causing him to cough. great, he bitterly thought to himself. he stood up and grabbed a clean shirt from the folded pile of laundry on his desk chair. he pulled it over his head, ruffling his hair in the process and attempted the place his phone into his pockets, which he quickly realized that the shorts that he was wearing did not have pockets, so instead he put in it in his waistband, resulting in him to shudder from the cold sensation. he decided that since he couldn't sleep he would simply watch some t.v. but his plans were, once again, butchered when he learned that the storm had caused the power to go out. "really?" he complained to no one in particular. suddenly the hairs at the nape of his neck stood up, statically causing his normally slouched posture to straighten. he looked around, experiencing the horrid feeling of being watched. he grabbed a hoodie from his room, being careful to make sure that it didn't have metal on it and left the house, with a pair of slippers on his feet. he jogged towards the lone tree a few hundred yards away, where the ground was smoking, while pulling his hoodie on. when he approached the site of the smoke, it had been reduced to that of a candle and smelt of a bonfire with a undertone of something sweet. he looked at the ground and saw nothing, but he felt that he shouldn't give up. he took a step back, wondering why he had even come out here in the first place. he shrugged and kicked a rock before turning around. he took several steps before stopping in his tracks, frozen with a shocked look on his face. he slowly spun on the ball of his heels and made eye contact with the terrified girl laying in the crater, where he had just a moment ago, seen nothing. she looked up at him through long eyelashes that framed her baby blue eyes which held depth that would make the oceans jealous, with a look that made him almost melt to his knees and apologize to her. what for? he wasn't sure. she sniffed once, his eyes fluttering to the dusting of freckles along her upturned nose. she licked her chapped rosebud lips before sitting up and brushing off the white linen dress she was wearing. "who are you?" he questioned, once the girl had stood up, rising to barely his chest. "n-nat." she said it surely but with a stutter, as if she hadn't used her voice in ages. he could tell as it was hoarse and she cleared her throat before repeating it again. her voice had a melodic tone to it that made him want to scream. "where the fuck did you come from?" he took one step back and she looked hurt at his actions. "lightning." she pointed at the sky and looked up, and searched it. "what drugs are you on?" he asked and she scrunched her nose in confusion. she held her hand up to her temple and stumbled, as if she were about to faint. "sorry?" she said the word as if she weren't entirely sure of the meaning. "it's fine, but let's get you inside." he took one of her hands and wrapped his arm around her shoulders before guiding her into the house.

#5sos #5sos fanfic #5sos fan fiction #5sos au #fanfic #fanfiction #michael clifford #luke hemmings #calum hood #ashton irwin #harry styles

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kimmypaw12 · 7 years

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Should I write this yugioh fanfic????

Lol sorry for the alarming title but thats literally how I feel but ok straight to the point (This is going to start out as a bit of a long explanation so if u wanna cut to the chase to the story I'll have this **** to show where my story summary begins ) I wanna write a yugioh fanfic and I like to write story's that's start out happy then In the middle make it anxiety and sad then end it on a happy note if not, go straight into the anxiety/ depression and have the main character suffer right until the end but this story, they story I'm thinking of writing It makes me wanna cringe but at the same time I wanna shot for it and see how it turns out I wanna know if anyone would actually read it or would wanna read so Plzs let me know But alright I'll stop yapping and explain my story But first just to inform u (this is important) in middle school I wrote a fanfic about yugioh with my own oc involved they oc was a white wolf named akira that was supposedly Yugi's guardian. (Born where then tomb gaurdians were like marik) she was Created to help and support yugi to help him help return the pharaoh home (yeah I know it sounds bad but geez it was my first fanfic and I was in middle school. the years where start creative writing so don't make fun of me Plzs lol) anyway I never finished the story but it's still in my fanfic account XD if u are interesting which I doubt u are But u can just note Me or comment under and I'll send u a link, Lmao ******* But yeah the story I wanna write - (I'm not going to actually add this part in they story well maybe but) yugi has been having dreams of this white dog in his life as if it was an old friend to him, they were good dreams but yugi never knew who the white dog was (That part will be a quick introduction into the story but I'm going to make it like "this is how it could have been or it's a seep of a another dimension crossing into his, just something that happened else were but just not here. Do u follow lol?) Anyway (I'll say it as many times as necessary) One day walking home from school yugi pondering over his dreams he sees these kids acting weird off to the side in an ally to learn there beating up this dog with a rock, basically bashing its head over and over, this small defenseless white puppy! Yugi shouts at them to stop, the run for it and toss the rock off to the side It's cover in blood; yugi rushes over to the pup as it's lying on its side whimpering Yugi immediately noticed It looked like the dog yugi has been dreaming about and he also noticed her wearing a collar. Her tag reads only her name Amira (which cause yugi to wince as he remembers the name from his dreams as well) the color and tag are Covered in blood, blood stains all over the pups body The wounds still bleeding of course as Amira's white fur is consumed In red/pink The dog still breathing Just Barely and she's hardly moving, the small figure loosing lots of blood by the second so Yugi picks up The dog and heads to the vet which happens to lead near home but on the way she dies before yugi could even passes his house (the dog gives yugi a friendly lick before passing away just a btw) . Yugi cries of course as he decides to just go straight home with the dead dog to meet grandpa and yami' worried expressions They bury the dog in the back yard with the name akira carved into a small tomb stone. (I though about this and I feel like it be a way of me putting my first old story to rest lol if that makes sense) And do u wanna know why this came to me!!!! First off I was watching the channel ID all day today and was watching one episode of a series called fear the neighbor, and in this particular episode this old guy was killing this one guy with a gun then when he ran out of bullets! He then bashed his gun into the wounded man the used a cement block instead over and over like geez talk about over kill Surprising the man was alive for a bit before sercoming to death Abd the second reson was becuz in this one anime Scene I found on youtube I watched these kids kill a innocent puppy to death just to bully this one girl (the girl was taking care of the pup after school everyday) Out of anger fear and sadness she kills them with some physic power with out having to touch them I was like holy sh** and wanted to cry over the non existing puppy That's when everything clicked and I though about my tragic story I wanna cry about it but at the sane time i just wanna do it but I want U guys oppinion Plzs give me advise

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ubernerdest · 7 years

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Hey Y'all. New story called The Unending War. Read at your leisure and give feedback plz

Prologue ??? I stared up into the dark blue sky, the sun setting behind the hills that hid our keep. I scanned passed all I could see, into the core of the earth, scanning for any source of the corruption that’s been plaguing my world. My partner walked through automatic doors that led to my position. I didn’t stop scanning as he walked up beside me, examining the hills. “Anything?”, he asked. “Nothing,” I replied. “I think the source of any major corruption was destroyed when we obliterated its ‘body’. Anything that’s left of the Corruption in this world are small holdouts, the largest one being in France.” Kristen You know how it feels when you’re falling out of the sky with your dragon falling right on top of you? No, I’m sure you don’t. You probably never had to deal with dragons before, I’m sure. It’s not fun, considering the fact that these reptilian animals weigh over a few hundred pounds. As I hit the ground, hard, possibly bruising my back, my dragon landed almost right on top of me, her paw close to smashing my chest. I had to roll out of the way to avoid that outcome. I waited for the dust to settle before climbing to my feet, my body in pain. I looked around and my mouth fell open at the sight before me. I was standing on a bridge, bodies strewn across it like it was some kind of morbid festival, or a burial pit. Most of the bodies scattered around were human, heavily dressed in armor, blood splattering the beautiful colors decorating the armor. Other bodies littered the bridge, their skin as green as the deepest emerald, their muscles so ripped that any more upper-body training would force the muscles to burst through the skin. I was going to search one of the bodies of these strange green people, before a noise interrupted me. I went to grab my gunblade, as it’s always attached to my back, but it wasn’t there. Instead, it was buried hilt-deep in the brick beside my dragon. I readied my darkness powers then, my focus resumed on what made the noise. Suddenly, I saw a familiar arm jut up from under a couple of corpses. An arm from a man who I haven’t seen for months, now. “Adrian!” I yelled before running to his side. He was, of course, knocked out, probably from the fall. I couldn’t see his dragon, Sora, anywhere, so I concentrated on moving the bodies out from over him. Luckily, the two human bodies he was buried under weren’t too heavy, and within a minute, he was unpinned and just unconscious now. I shook him a couple of times, but he was out. So, I did the next best thing. I grabbed the collar of his shirt, hoisted him into a sitting position, and smacked him. Hard. The sound of the impact was huge, and I could see his cheek start to swell as soon as my palm left it. His eyes snapped open, the confusion in his eyes clear, as he struggled to get away from me. He managed to stumble to his feet, somehow, before his brain had fully caught up with what was happening. I knew he recognized me by the look in his eyes as soon as they landed on me. “Kristen?!” He exclaimed, barreling toward me as fast as he could. I braked, barely having enough time to brace myself as he came flying towards me. The last time I saw him was months ago, and it appears his running speed has grown since then. He slammed into me, the force of his sprinting almost throwing me onto my ass. He stabilized me and squeezed the living hell out of me, his mouth running a mile a minute. “How have you been? Where’s your excavation site at? Where are we? What are we doing here?” “Woah there, kid,” I chuckled, clamping a hand over his mouth to shush him. He chuckled, unlocking his arms from around my abdomen and stepping back. Adrian looked around the bridge, probably taking in the carnage, looking for his dragon. While he did that, I walked back over to Yami, my unconscious dragon who was lying on a bed of deceased green bodies. As soon as I approached her head, I knelt down and pressed a palm to her forehead lightly, healing what little damage she sustained from her fall. It only took about a minute or so, and I pulled back by palm, but remained kneeling beside her. While I waited for Yami to wake up, I looked over my shoulder to see how Adrian was doing. He was talking to Sora, who looked soaked and irritable. Seems like she missed the bridge and landed in the moat. And her attitude is justified. As I had found out myself, flying dragons like Sora or Yami do not like going deep into caves or water, where they cannot fly. Sora probably had to use her wind breath to propel her out the water and onto the bridge. A few dragons, the ones who are able to achieve a more humanoid form through their powers, are able to adapt to tight spaces and water, though they will still express their uncomfortableness. A slight noise brought my attention back before me, and I saw Yami move her head, her large bright-red eyes opening slowly. Her eyes found its way to my face, her gaze light and loving, as she moved her head into my body, sighing in contention. I rubbed her scaly forehead and, opening up a mind link, said, “Have a good nap?” “Never again,” she said while pulling her head back, shaking it slightly. “You know, you wouldn’t have this problem if you were like Zeus and stayed in human form.” “But then how would you get around? It’s not like you can grow wings of your own.” I chuckled at my girl, rising to my feet and pulling out my gunblade out of the stone. Suddenly, the bridge began to shake again, and I readied myself, keeping my footing while adopting a defensive posture. Yami twisted her body around, repositioning herself to where she was right behind me, her large neck peering over me and toward the gate, though her eyes were flashing everywhere. That’s when we heard the screaming. We looked up but weren’t able to see anything. I narrowed my eyes and funneled my semblance into my eyes, hoping to see signs of life. I saw a white blur, signaling to me that something alive was falling quickly. However, looking at him, I didn’t seem worried. Why? Because as soon as he straightened out, he veered toward the hill across from the bridge, landed gracefully on its side, and used it to bounce off and roll onto the bridge. As he stood up, I looked at him properly. The daredevil had silky-straight shoulder-length brown hair, bright grey eyes, and a pointed face. Though his face was completely serious, his eyes showed a cocky and childish side to him. A second later, we all heard a sound similar to the wind whistling in your ears, and we saw someone descend on giant wings made of fire. He hit the ground hard, and standing up, I could make out everything about him, from his short chestnut brown hair to his sharp haunting orange eyes. His outfit looked very light, with his linen jacket, jeans, light leather boots, and leather archer’s gloves. As both spied us, they were alert and taunt like a bowstring, ready to take us down without a second thought. Adrian and I also tensed, and we stayed like this for a couple of seconds until both parties were sure either wouldn’t attack the other. As if that wasn’t enough craziness, another portal opened up, this one with hues of blue and red with a bright gold border. It remained like this for a couple of seconds, all 6 of us staring at this portal in wonder, before two people dropped out and hit the ground simultaneously. As they stood up, I immediately took in their appearance. One was a female with a body built for war, who sported soft wavy brown reddish-hair and purple eyes. The other was a guy with a wiry body, thin as a whip and probably twice as deadly, and sported solid black hair and emerald green eyes. Their facial features were very sharp, though the girl’s was more rounded than the guys. The girl rounded on her companion. “Dammit Abel, I said no more dimension jumping!” She shouted. “Whenever you do it we end up in some screwed-up world!” Abel, the guy, looked taken aback, but immediately rebutted her statement. “Well, Maya, I’m sorry not every world we jettison into is all happiness and leprechauns!” He shot back. “If you wanted that you should dimension jump with Persephone!” If the appearance of these two wasn’t weird enough, I heard another sound, like a blade cutting through the air. Mere seconds later, a figure descended at an alarming rate, his body covered by a cone of air and fire. A few yards away from the bridge he straightened out, and he landed feet first, causing the bridge to shake a little as, I’m sure, the supports for the bridge cracked and some stones on the bottom part of the bridge gave way and fell into the lake below. The newcomer wasn’t much to look at. Regular features, chestnut brown hair and hazel eyes, and a well-maintained body, as one can assume from his posture. The one thing that separated him from normal was what he said the moment he opened his mouth. “Huh?” He murmured. “Where is this? What happened to my girlfriend? Who are these people? What the hell is happening?” Two things then happened in rapid succession, turning the situation from completely weird to utterly ridiculous. Two images showed up in the middle of the bridge, in the middle of this circle that the 7 on us had made. The two images were of guys in maybe their late 20s, one obviously white and one with a more oriental appearance. The white guy looked the most serious, while the other wore an uneasy smile. The white guy stepped forward and remarked “Now that just about everyone’s here, let’s get started, shall we?” Then time completely stopped, the bridge disappeared, and we proceeded to fall again.

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