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tnsophiaonly · 6 months

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HATED - SAGAU.

In which Self-Aware Genshin People loathe your existence and believe that you're the founding reason why they're not real.

Tired of this obsessive and lovesick creator or impostor SAGAU? Then what about this alternate? Be wary, it's dark and we'll mentions of torture something ig idk

Basically. This is impostor AU and the real creator who looks like you is horrible af. And you're an actual impasta.

Special mentions (♡): @sleepparalasis @haru-tofuu

Hatred. That's all they could feel when they see your face throughout the screen. Amusement. When they see your face wrinkle in pain and frustration when you get a standard character in through wishing or when you get the wrong stats in artifacts. After all, you were the one that made that right? You were the sole reason for your own pain, you made them in a fictional universe, where nothing is real. You're horrible for that and you should take the consequences of such.

That's why you're transported in this place, in which you thought the world was heaven before became your most terrorful nightmare. Hell, just like how it should be. Teyvat is hell. An upside down world, ruled by gods-demons and filled with darkness and pain. The world you created. Right? That's your fault. Your fault alone.

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"Oh great heavens, that's cold..." you chatted out, freezing and shaking because of the cold. You face the wrath of the Cryo Archon's Nation. The home of the so-called organization, Fatui. Snow and ice were evident everywhere. And the cold, the cold was for sure affecting you. (Especially if you live in tropical areas or close to the equator? I feel so sorry for you)

Any bits of liquid that could be created were frozen within milliseconds. So you're sobbing just makes it worse, maybe if you actually used your feet and moved and found a place to heat yourself up instead of shining and sobbing, you could probably be in a great condition right now.

But you chose to cry. Pathetic really. And you expect this to be an impostor of me? The so great, almighty creator of The Genshin Universe? Absolutely not. I'd rather guide the Traveller to the absolute truth of this world at a fast pace than be, represented by you.

But fear not, I am sure I am able to at least give some potential to you... OFCOURSE I can do it. It's me after all.

But now i should really have this pathetic excuse of an impostor of mine to.. move and do something rather than cry and freeze to death. After all, I can't have my ungrateful people of Teyvat run after a very obvious impostor who's close to dying eh?

So, much to my dismay, I chose to give you guidance, see? Such a kind creator, you're a very lucky fella..

"ah-aaachoo-!" You sneezed, it feels like something just happened, but what? And why? Those questions are left unanswered. As you unconsciously started moving your freezing feet to walk and find some shelter to heat up.

Oh how the torturous snow storm causes you pain and despair. Why were you striving forward anyways? Your whole body aches. It hurts. Why. Why.

"You deserved it." The inner within of the core speaks.

You deserved it..? Why?

No one answers.

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After walking away which felt like centuries, you finally are met with a bonfire, a large one in fact, the only problem was that it's within a fatui camp. Oh god...

"Well, well, well.. what's a worm like you doing here for?" A taunting and mocking tone says so to you. Oh my Lord, oh it just couldn't get worse thab this, bits of electricity shocked you slowly, you were feeling the wrath of The Balladeer, the 6th Fatui Harbinger. You could only stay in your spot as you feel electro build up within you, hurting you, killing you.

You're sweating bullets of fear just turns to ice because of the environment, it was no use to run.

"Well well comrade, what's with the guest? I didn't know you were quite the welcomer!" A mocking and sarcastic voice taunted the hat guy, which earned him a glare for, the ginger bread- hair man had a boyish charm and looks, almost looking innocent if you didn't know better. Well guess it got worse.

The ginger head guy's eyes widen, as his taunting smile quickly turns into a frown. The mocking gaze turns into a face of anger, annoyance.

"Is that..." he muttered, bewildered and angry. The ginger guy quickly launched unto you, with bloodlust and wrath causing you to flinch, that's before the entire electricity builds up within you and completely shocked you to oblivion, and the ginger's defense mechanism, of course he backed down.

The electro flowing within you caused so much pain, overbearing pain, yet you did not scream. You did not scream in pain. That one thing The Balladeer was hoping for. Maybe the shock was too strong you couldn't scream at all? Yeah, that's it..

The electro shock died down, and you passed out on the spot. Yet you were still not dead. Despite the fact that electro burns were evident, and that you were crisped to the spot, you're still alive. How lucky, or should I say unlucky?

The ginger- you know what I'm tired of calling him ginger, it's Childe. Childe went close to your passed out body. Caressing your electro-burned hand, before gripping it.

A bone crack was heard, oh did he crack it too hard? No worries, he doesn't care. The fatui skirmishers walked close to the place "We'll take care of it Lord Tartaglia." The pyro agent spoke.

"No." The Balladeer protested, as he grabbed a fistful of your hair and forced your head to look at him, ofcourse you're still passed out, and you had an expression of sorrow, The Balladeer could just smirk. It's the creator.

"I could make use of our Grace after all..." He spoke sinisterly. The agents were on the edge and so was Childe, it really was the creator, they were so close to jumping and killing you on the spot if it weren't for the fact that The Balladeer was there.

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The sound of chains vibrated throughout the dungeon, sweet little breaths and movements.

You looked around, it was pitch black and only one candle was the source of light, which was out of reach for you.

A swarming and overwhelming feeling of cold and warm was brushed against you, the electro infused chains hurt when you try to make even the slightest movement, why were you here? Don't act stupid, you're aware why.

You could partly hear the conversation outside. It sounded a lot like the fatui agents earlier, it seems they were discussing either transporting you or guarding you still.

Your breath hitches—which echoed in the room— when they mentioned Il Dottore. They're not planning on giving you to him right...?

You could feel yourself sweating bullets, your eyes showed fear as your expression scrunches into fear. There's a 50/50 chance, but you've always lost your 50-50!

The door opens, and someone steps inside, a blue haired fellow, walking slowly and causing an intense atmosphere. You could feel yourself shaken, not because of him, but because everything feels colder. At least that's what's on your mind.

The blue haired fellow caressed your chin. And forcibly made you look at him.

"My, what a wondrous pet The Balladeer has taken upon."

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sanjisluvbot · 8 months

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YANDERE STRAWHATS X BLACK FEM READER CH 17

Masterlist

[ I’ll add ch 1-16 here tmr I’m just really tired <3 ]

The silences became unbearable so you decided it was best you spoke up. Your sentences collided, you both stumbling over what the other said. You shared a laugh and decided to let Law go first, anxiously waiting to hear about what was on his mind that made him go complete radio silent at the dinner table.

" Y/N-ya, This conversation is going to make you upset but it's a neccesary one." He started off.

you nodded and waiting for him to continue. He sighed and turned away for a second, anxiety dwelling in the pit of his stomach.

" Before we had really gotten close and I was traveling with you and the strawhats Robin invited me into her study because she had books that would be really interesting to me."

The shock was written all over your face, he was telling you about reading one piece. You gulped down the lump in your throat, Sanji was telling you the truth.

" I'm pretty sure you have an idea of what I am about to say but, I just want you to know I wasn't keeping this from you because I am trying to harm you, and I am not in kahoots with the strawhat crew. ”

You but your lip wondering if the anger was showing itself on your face. You wanted to tell, scream, or even jump him. That wasn’t the right answer though, you knew that, thinking back to all the times you’ve simply done something logical here you always ended up on the wrong side of the stick or sword.

You hummed and looked away from him, “ I choose not to be angry at you. I mean, speaking logically I had done the same thing. Reading the manga and then coming here. I’m just not as free to go back whenever I please as you are.”

Your heart swelled. You felt mature and dignified in this moment, the anger seemed into the back of your mind most likely going to rush forward when you’re alone again but that’s alright. As long as you don’t show them everything will be fine.

“ I mean still… Y/n-ya I betrayed your trust by not telling you this sooner. If I was in your shoes I would probably be screaming from the top of my lungs.”

You laughed. Of course you wanted to do that, to everyone that you’ve encountered in this mysterious world you wanted to scream from the top of your lungs hoping that maybe someone from your home can hear or that maybe god would rescue you.

Unfortunately that’s not reality.

Law spoke about how intrigued he was by your universe. The new technology, the advancements in medicine he’s never heard of. In such a short period of time he spent there he was able to see things people wouldn’t even dream of in this life time.

Bepo and the rest of the crew peeked out the doors and windows amazed to see their never catch him with his pants off captain be so lax. It was like an alien replaced him or he was possessed by a free spirit.

Although you haven’t spent much time with the heart pirates, they adored you. Like basically everyone else they were enamored with the girl from another world, you were this alien creature who spoke so differently, lived differently, just a ball out of left field.

They were more subtle but they watched you as much as anyone else did. They liked the way you did little things and they liked the way you made their captain easier to deal with.

As they watched you two go from awkwardness back to a regular conversation where Law’s smile was prominent and his posture slouched, they wondered what would happen when you went back home.

Of course the captain would miss you, he would probably be even more overbearing just because your presence is gone but they all knew too well what the right thing to do was.

After hearing your story and what you dealt with from the Strawhat pirates they couldn’t help themselves in wanting to protect you. You were too fragile for this world, even though you weren’t even a different species your world is so fragile and life goes so quickly for you. You deserved to enjoy it— even if it meant they would never see you again.

You would always be one of their favorite memories.

The weight on Law’s shoulders was removed. And your comfortable conversation about the stars and what not from your universe could lull him to sleep. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this relaxed around a person— even his own crew.

Your eyes shined under the light of the moon and the hue made a light shade of blue casting over your brown skin. He moved closer, wanting to get a slightly better look at you. After all you’d be leaving in the middle of Wano. That thought brought a sharp pain through Law’s chest and a vein popped out on his temple.

He didn’t want this to be one of the lady times he seen you. Law wouldn’t say it out loud— he couldn’t. Knowing you, you’d probably become spooked by his demeanor. But he was sure that he wanted you in his life for the long run, get to know you like the back of his hand and maybe… just maybe…

His teeth gritted- his own thought annoying him while he was trying to focus on you explaining different telescopes that would let you look at the surrounding planets.

He would have to work over time to at-least attempt in forgetting you. He chuckled out loud at that catching your attention.

“ What’s funny loser.”

Don’t

“ Nothing… I was just thinking of something— continue.”

You smiled and teased him once more making him shy away from showing you his reddening cheeks.

The night is still young and you had so much to talk about, he wanted to be all ears but you just made everything so difficult now.

Luffy was aggravated, you spend less and less time with him and everyone else now. He missed when you would spend all day playing games and just simply having your presence in his vicinity.

Robin told him what happened today and he wanted desperately to be happy but knowing that you and Law were ir already have talked it out made him want to destroy something in front of him.

Nami eyed him, her and Zoro were always first to read Luffy’s emotions and she was tad bit upset at how easily Robin opened her mouth. Telling him any of this isn’t in their best interest right now.

Nami wanted you to stay with them of course but she figured out a different way to ensure that. To ensure that both you and everyone else can finally be happy. But, with Robin or any other crew member coming to the captain every other day to report one thing after another it would be more difficult.

Usually Robin and Ussop would be in her corner but she’s all but alone as of now.

Her thoughts started giving her a head ache and Luffy’s anger was making her anxious. She was going to just put her thoughts to rest for the night. She’s have all the time in the world to figure this out in the morning.

Walking into the other room she bumped into Sanji, who had desserts in his hand and gave her his bright smile. When she declined Sanji’s facade dropped, concern ect he’d across his face.

“ Nami si everything alright?”

“ Yeah Luffy’s just agitated and Robin is adding fuel to his fire. I’m just gonna go to sleep we’ve got things to do tomorrow and I need to devise a plan.”

He told her to wait just a moment in the hall while he dropped off his treats, coming out in less than a minute he smiled at her and offered to make her melatonina tea. She obliged knowing he wouldn’t take no for an answer, and he was obviously worried for her and not up to any of his theatrics.

In the kitchen she sat twirling a spoon in her cup letting every thought and worry fly out of her mouth and Sanji listened intently.

“ I just wish you guys would not tell Luffy things about Y/N and Law so often. We need this alliance— especially right now. In order to win and have Luffy become an emperor we need the heart pirates. I get that we all-”

“ Everything’s going to work itself out.”

She tilted her head and he chuckled at how cute she was mentally begging himself to not make a fool out of himself.

“ We’re all just stressed, too much going on, too much focus on Y/n, and too much pressure from other crews and the people of Wano. I get you’re frustrated— I think we all are even the moss ball.”

“ Well yeah but-”

“ Robin wants to get a reaction out of all of us. Luffy is just an easy target. Luffy would get agitated if Y/n were to even look in Trafalgar’s direction.”

“ I’m just trying to come to an understand of why she wants this reaction out of him right now if all times.”

“ Because just like you she’s devising plans and having a captain who will pop his fuse at just one little thing right now must be vital for it to work.”

“ I guess? ”

She drank the rest of her tea sb headed to her room praying nothing disastrous would come tomorrow.

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A/N: short chapter Ik but de next Sunday! <3 love you lmk what you thought !!!

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racinggirl · 1 year

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illegally good || Charles Leclerc 16

part of the 700 celebration drabbles!

words: 3k Oh my god, I know I said drabbles, but I promise it's good! I had such a blast writing this, I am in love. Mafia / confident / boss Charles is absolutely my favorite! also, excuse my French, this GIF? URGH. Anyways, I hope you'll enjoy reading! Please let me know your thoughts about this fic below! I'd love to hear your perspective on it :) warnings: mafia, swearing, mentions of murder, kidnapping, abuse (nothing major), all with a fluff ending because you know me

(as a part of my 700 followers celebration, I'm taking requests for drabbles, check this post for more information)

One thing you absolutely hated? Taking care of other people’s dirty jobs, especially when those people were getting the credits for it. Credit you should get, because those people did not deserve a single compliment about their efforts.

It happened to you, and you were tired of it, tired of the fact you were not getting any promotions – if you could even call it promotions in the business you worked at – or credits for the things you did. So, you quit. You said goodbye to your old life, after months of trying to sneak away, to disappear from the radar entirely, before coming back as a new you.

New name, check. New hair, check. New house, new identity, check.

All those things happened when you were just 12, growing up in the business your father, who was a leader of the mafia, built, hoping you’d take over that same business one day. But things changed, and especially for being a woman, you knew people wouldn’t listen. They weren’t moving with the years, they weren’t modernizing. No. They were old school, old fashioned and would think of a woman as a side job, someone who’d do all the dirty work, take care of the kids, be safe at home while the men would do the real deal.

Your father wasn’t happy, at all, when you ran away at the age of 19. You moved countries, all on your own. Away from everything. You had promised your father you wouldn’t tell anyone about his business, about his secret life, if he’d leave you alone. You were the daughter of a mafia boss, after all. You knew how to get the things you wanted.

Fast forward 3 years, in which you were a ‘normal’ university student. ‘Normal’ because, even though you were just 22 years old, you were rich. You were able to rent an apartment in the highest possible level, in the fanciest country of Europe. Monaco.

That’s why, you and your friends, who were studying fashion in Italy, were now wandering the crowded streets of your country. The Formula One weekend was here, which created thousands of people exploring the streets you called home.

Loads of celebrity’s called Monaco their home as well, why? Taxes. Money. Living in Monaco meant life was expensive, but it also meant you could afford the expensive lifestyle due to the low taxes. Something that made the decision to moving to Monaco even easier.

‘’This is amazing.’’ One of your friends exclaimed when you were walking through the paddock of the Monaco Grand Prix, of course you had tickets, you wanted them, so you’d get them.

‘’It’s quite impressive, indeed.’’ You replied, your hands in the pockets of your jeans as you looked around, the colorful motorhomes of each team slowly appearing in front of you. However, one motorhome stood out, and not because of the color, but because of the person in front of it.

Charles Leclerc, 25 years old, born and raised in Monte Carlo, Monaco. Formula One driver and loved amongst many. However, that’s not how you knew him. Aside from his job in the motorsports industry, he also was part of a group, and not just a normal group.

Your father had warned you about them, but you knew it was just so you wouldn’t be sloppy with your work and to make sure you’d deliver the best possible outcomes. You had never met them, the Italian mafia, but you had heard stories. Rumors, about this man in front of you in particular.

The Formula One career was a perfect cover up for the things he did, since nobody knew about it, and nobody would even believe the stories about Charles Leclerc being a member of the mafia. How could he, he was so innocent, so sweet and gentle.

‘’Oh, my goodness that’s Charles Leclerc, come on, we should say hi!’’ You mentally strangled your friend the moment she started walking to the Ferrari driver, dragging the rest of your friends along with her. Just perfect.

‘’Hi, Charles! It’s so nice to meet you, could we get a picture?’’ Charles listened to the ladies, as the gentleman he is, and took the pictures. However, you weren’t going to take one step closer to your enemy. Okay, he wasn’t technically your enemy anymore since you left your fathers business, but you couldn’t betray your family like that.

‘’Come on y/n, join us for the pictures!’’ Your friends were standing next to Charles, as his racing suit was lowered to his hips, revealing the red fireproof top that fitted him like a glove.

‘’I’m fine, thanks.’’ You weren’t taking your eyes off the Monegasque, feeling the need to keep an eye on whatever he did, every sneaky movement he’d make would be something you’d see. And he knew, he knew who you were, he knew what you were doing as well.

However, he didn’t mention it, he didn’t put his active attention on you, knowing it would cause people to become suspicious. However, you weren’t stupid. You knew he knew, and that made you even more careful about your actions.

‘’Goodluck on the race.’’ Your friends cheered on the driver, who returned a smile. ‘’Thank you, ladies, have fun watching the race. I’m sure you love some action.’’ And you knew those last words were directed towards you, that it was just a sneaky way of letting you know he knew who you were.

Two months forward, and it was summer in Monaco. The sun was shining, people were swimming in the ocean, tanning on the beach, and you were one of them. As much as you told yourself the things from your past would stay in the past, you couldn’t help but keep thinking about him. Trying to track everything he did whenever you saw him walking through the streets of Monaco, driving his Ferrari, greeting fans. He almost looked innocent. Almost.

It was late, almost 3 am, when you were walking through the dark streets of Monaco. Maybe you had a little too much to drink, but you for sure weren’t going to stay the night at the club. You were tired and wanted to go home. Your friends, however, were still having the best time of their lives, so you gave them the spare key to your house, not feeling the need to spend 3 more hours in that club.

You were making your way home, humming slightly to yourself as you suddenly felt two hands gripping your waist, a little tighter than a friendly person would do. The action made you scream, but it was quickly muffled by another pair of hands on your mouth, preventing you from screaming even more.

Your eyes were wide open, as you tried to identify the two men that were holding you. But it was dark, making it almost impossible for you to see who were hiding under the black beanies and mouth masks.

‘’Silent, pretty, you’re coming with us.’’ And that’s when you knew. You recognized that voice, not because you’ve heard it live before, but because you heard it over the phone multiple times whenever your father had another heated discussion over the phone.

‘’And what if I don’t want to, Niccolo.’’ You groaned, but the sharp metal leaning against your side made you clench your jaw, a sigh escaping your lips as your eyes closed to think.

‘’I don’t think you have a choice, bambina.’’

‘’You know I quit 3 years ago, I have nothing, I know nothing.’’ You said as you felt the rope against your wrists, looking up at the right hand of Vincenzo, Niccolo. Before you could speak even more, the big metal door on the left opened, a big man, typical Italian, typical mafia boss, came walking through the doors.

‘’Vincenzo, we found her, capo.’’ Niccolo spoke up, stepping aside to give the man full access to you.

He grabbed your jaw, tightly, as he moved your face left to right, checking out your delicate features. ‘’No microphones, no cameras?’’ He grunted, harshly releasing his grip on your face the moment his workers told him you had nothing on you.

‘’I fucking told you. I quit. I have nothing to do with my father anymore. I guess your minions aren’t the best at keeping an eye out for the competi-‘’ A harsh slap across your face made you shut your mouth, a burning sensation running through your cheek.

‘’Shut up.’’ Vincenzo glared at you, pacing back and forth as he thought, about you, about your father, about the entire situation in front of him.

You slowly turned your gaze forward again, moving your jaw left to right to try and get rid of the painful sensation. You stayed silent for a few more seconds, but again, you were the daughter of a mafia boss, this wasn’t the first time you got slapped in the face.

‘’ You won’t get anything out of me, you know that.’’ You muttered, narrowing your eyes as Vincenzo appeared in front of you, the biggest smirk on his face as he rubbed your still burning cheek.

‘’I know, bambina, I know, but I’m sure your father would hate to see his precious little daughter on the edge of death.’’ He whispered; the smirk still apparent on his face. You couldn’t help but feel shivers over your entire body. Maybe it was the fact the alcohol was getting out of your system, or maybe it was the intimidation you felt from the man in front of you, but you weren’t going to let them win.

‘’You should brush your teeth, asshole.’’ You replied, watching the smirk disappear from Vincenzo’s face, followed by a black screen in front of you, the consequence of a harsh smack across the back of your head, causing you to pass out in the uncomfortable wooden chair.

‘’She’s with me, yes.’’ You heard a faint voice on the other side of the room, the bright light from the sun outside being too much for your eyes to bare now, so you closed your eyes again, slowly.

‘’No, she’s no longer part of the group. Listen to me, Vincenzo. You stay away from her, understood? If I ever see you near her again, I’ll make sure you won’t…’’ That’s all you could hear, the faint voice kept speaking, but you weren’t listening since you passed out again, but this time in a comfortable soft bed.

You woke up hours later, it was dark outside, and there was a soft music playing in the background, piano music, to be precise. You tried to adjust to the environment for a few seconds before slipping your feet out of the bed, your toes running through the soft carpet at the sides of it.

You weren’t wearing your party dress anymore, but instead, you were dressed in an oversized shirt, which for sure wasn’t yours.

The headache at the back of your head was making it hard for you to focus, but you could swear the piano music was live, and not from a random radio station. The flawless melody paired with the fine tunes sounded like magic to your ears, and you followed the sound of the music till you found yourself in a room with the one man you for sure weren’t expecting.

The music faded, until it completely stopped, but you didn’t move. You watched the back of the man as you leaned against the doorframe, your arms crossed in front of your chest.

‘’Did you take the painkillers?’’ Was the first thing he said, without even turning around to face you.

‘’No.’’ You saw them, but you weren’t going to take random pills on the nightstand in a room you didn’t know.

‘’Are you feeling better?’’ The man asked again, this time slowly turning around to take a decent look at you.

‘’Why am I here?’’ You asked. ‘’I already told Vincenzo I know nothing about the business my father has right now. So, what the fuck do you want?’’ You were annoyed, mostly by the fact you got kidnapped in the middle of the night, twice. You had lost track of time, not even knowing what day it was right now.

‘’I’ll take that as a yes.’’ The man said, reaching for the cup of water which was standing on top of the piano. He handed it to you, to which you rolled your eyes. He then took a sip himself, and handed that same cup to you again, which, this time, you accepted.

‘’Sit down.’’ He said, looking over to the couch after watching you take a sip of the water.

‘’I’m perfectly fine standing where I am.’’ You replied, playing with the cup of water in your hands.

‘’Whatever you’d like.’’ The man responded, taking a seat on the couch as he looked at the table in front of him.

‘’I’d like an explanation, Charles.’’ You spoke. ‘’First, I’m being kidnapped by Niccolo at fucking 3 am after a party with my friends, only to be brought to Vincenzo, who’s not even hesitating a second to murder me. Then he beats me till I pass out, and I wake up in I assume your apartment, after I heard you talk to Vincenzo. What are you going to do to me, Charles, kill me? Hold me hostage? Torture me? I wish you luck, because I’m not giving you a single piece of information.’’

Charles sighed, heavily, his gaze moving from the table to you, before getting up from the couch. He walked closer towards you, lifting your chin up carefully to watch the bruises across your face.

‘’I’m not like that anymore, y/n.’’ He started. ‘’I left the group once my career became serious when I got to Formula One. I’m not your enemy anymore.’’ He mentioned, and at first you didn’t believe him. But once he started to explain everything, from the way he had more power than Vincenzo, how his career in Formula One had become one of the most important things in life, and mainly how he followed you those last couple of months. He knew you were in Monaco, and he quickly found out you were no longer part of your fathers’ group. He almost felt obligated to keep an eye on you, to keep you safe from any of the things he knew Vincenzo would do, but he knew that if he told Vincenzo to stay away from you, he’d only give insight in the fact you were in Monaco, and Charles preferred to keep that a secret.

However, when they found out you were currently staying in the country, they stroked, and before Charles could even do anything, they had captured you. The only thing Charles could do was demand Vincenzo and his group to bring you to his place, which he immediately did. He saved your life, and why? Because he knew you were innocent, you were just like him, someone that had been thrown at this life, but chose the right path instead of the wrong one.

Now, years later, and you were walking through that same paddock where you saw him for the very first time. Only this time you weren’t just a stranger anymore.

‘’y/n! y/n! Over here! This camera!’’ You smiled sweetly at the cameras, flashes lightening the way in front of you as you saw the man standing at the exact same place he was 4 years ago, only this time, he was your man.

‘’Ciao bella.’’ Charles wrapped his arm around your shoulders, his lips pressing a delicate kiss against your temple as you closed your eyes for a brief moment. ‘’Hey handsome.’’ You responded; a smile painted on your lips as you looked up at your boyfriend.

‘’Charles! Y/n! such a lovely couple, can you look at this camera for a second?’’ Photographers were slowly gathering around you, at which Charles’ arm wrapped around your shoulder even tighter, in order to keep you safe, to protect you from anything out there. Not that it was needed anymore, because Vincenzo had been arrested, along with the rest of his group.

‘’Let’s go inside, hmm. I heard we have pizza inside.’’ Charles whispered in your ear, at which your smile grew even wider. ‘’Well then, come on, what are we waiting for?’’ You exclaimed happily, your hand intertwining with his as you walked inside the hospitality.

But once you walked inside, you were disappointed with the fact there wasn’t a single slice of pizza to be seen. ‘’Charles!’’ You exclaimed, turning around to watch your boyfriend step closer to you. ‘’There’s no pizza…’’ You whispered as his arms wrapped around your waist, your arms resting on his shoulders as you played with the hair at the back of his neck.

‘’I know, love, I just wanted you to myself.’’ He whispered, placing a few kisses at the corners of your mouth. ‘’And I’ll get you as much pizza as you want tonight.’’ He added, at which the corners of your mouth turned upward almost instantly.

‘’I love you, Charles.’’ You whispered, closing your eyes as you felt his fingers tucking a single strand of hair behind your ear.

‘’I love you too, my love, more than you can ever imagine.’’ And with that, he pressed his lips on yours, slowly, softly, but oh so illegally good…

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A Little Push

Warnings?: drug use (weed), I think that's it.

A/N: woah, I'm alive. It's crazy. It's been rough wanting to write literally anything, but here I am. Heather and I have been hyping each other up like crazy so I'm super excited. Just as a fair warning, this is not proof read, I'm super lazy and just don't want to. Regardless, I do hope you guys enjoy this, it was fun to write. -Breezy

Vermont was always lovely this time of the year, the leaves would change and the true beauty of nature would emerge for a small portion of time before winter would come along. You'd lived in Vermont for the majority of your life, having met your best friend, Heather, at a young age. She was the main reason you knew you weren't alone.

It was hard growing up being different, even if it was fairly easy to hide, but kids were ruthless and they were always willing to spill the tea to anyone who would listen. Nevermore was the one place you knew would be best for you, even after high school, a university for those who were different made you feel at ease. Though, even at a place full of outcasts, you couldn't help but feel different. As a siren, it was almost certain that you would have the confidence of God and the charm of an enchantress/enchanter, but you had found it very difficult to rise to those expectations.

Bianca was a prime example of who most people believed you should be. Everything about her is beautiful, her skin, her eyes, she just radiated beauty and honestly you envied her.. Maybe that’s why you never really spent time with the others, instead hanging out with Heather and the other gorgans. All of them were chill, never expected much, plus they were extremely funny. The notorious stoners were fun to watch as they got high, hell, it was fun to join them on occasion. They were just so excepting. Maybe that was why you and Ajax had gotten so close. To Heather it was pretty apparent you had a thing for him, you of course denied that. Even if you did, dating had never been in the cards. Being an outcast does that to you.

"Dude, come on," Heather began, "just ask him to hang out, hell, ask him if he wants to smoke a joint with you. He won't think twice about it." She rolled her eyes, "plus, he'd be hanging out with you and I know for a fact he'd never turn that down."

You sigh, putting your head down on the table you were currently sitting at. "Don't say that, you'll get my hopes up," you grunt, "no one ever wants to hang out with me, besides you." You whisper.

You hear Heather sigh in what you thought was defeat. You were wrong.

"Ajax! Come here!" She shouted causing your head to snap up, now looking in the direction of where she called. Sure enough Ajax came jogging over.

"Hey Heather, what's up?" His eyes met yours, "y/n, hey." He nervously said.

Before you could speak, Heather responded, "Y/n wants to hangout and have smoke, you in?" The way she said it was calm, forward but not in a pushy way.

You watched as a smile grew on his face, "Hell yeah, mine or yours?

You swallowed, "Y-Yours?" You stammer bewildered that he agreed.

"Great, stop by a little later." You respond with a simple nod before he walked off. You sat there stupefied, did that really just happen?

"Told you." Heather smirked, her arms crossed over her chest.

"I can't believe you."

She laughed, "I think the word you're looking for is, thank you." She teased.

Your expression must have shown your anxiety, Heather's face softened.

"Look, I know it's hard to believe someone other than me would want to hang out with you. Let's be honest, I'm not the most social butterfly either, like I legit could turn people to stone but please," she began, "give him a chance, at least be his friend." She begged. You listened to your friend, you'd been through everything together and you knew she'd never do anything to hurt you.

You nod, "okay, I will. Thank you."

She smiled, "Now, how about we go back to yours and get you ready for your date." She teased.

The hours leading up to meeting up with Ajax seemed to drag out causing anxiety to bubble up inside of you. You were finally gonna hang out with Ajax, alone. The idea of all of this made your heart flutter, it was finally happening. You'd snuck out of your dorm, down the long, and seemingly endless, corridors towards his room. When you arrived, you knocked softly hoping to not alert anyone around.

The door swung open with haste, Ajax stood there in his casual clothing with a small smile on his face.

"Hey come in," he spoke as he stepped aside letting you enter. He had some quiet music playing in the background, nothing that you recognized though.

"Did you kick Xavier out?" You joke, seeing as though it's just him.

Ajax rubbed the back or his neck, "would you believe me if I said no?"

You laugh softly, "no." You admit. He chuckled softly, not speaking again. He motioned you over to his side of the room, "make yourself at home, I'll go get a joint for us."

You hesitated before slowly walking over to his desk, taking a seat in his desk chair. You could hear him shuffling around, opening and closing drawers before coming back over. He had everything ready to go, he must have prepared ahead of time.

"What, you don't wanna sit with me?" He joked with a smirk before he flopped on his bed.

You felt your cheeks heat up but you nervously laughed, "Buy me dinner first." You threw back. A wide grin spread on his face, one that even the Cheshire cat would be proud of.

"Maybe after." He winked before motioning you over. You comply, standing from your current seat and making your way to his bed, now sitting across from him.

He took the first step, lighting the joint and taking a few shirt puffs before offering it to you. You carefully take it from him, bringing it to your lips and inhaling. The familiar burn filled your lungs as you held the smoke in for a few moments,then allowing yourself to relax before exhaling. You take another hit before handing it back to Ajax. The atmosphere was comfortably silent, the both of you just enjoying each other's presence.

"I'm really glad you wanted to hang out." He admitted before taking another puff.

You glanced over at him, "really? I know I technically didn't ask but I've wanted to hang out. We don't get to just hang out together, usually Heather or Xavier are with us." You ramble looking at your hands.

He chuckled, "you're right," he began, "which is why I'm glad." He explained.

You take another drag before responding, "I never thought you'd want to," you blurt, traces of smoke passing by your lips.

His eyebrows knit together, clearly confused, "why's that?" He questioned curiously.

You weren't sure how to respond, you sat in silence for a moment.

"If you don't want to tell me, that's fine. Just know, whatever it is, you can trust me." He mentions calmly.

Your mind began to swirl with thoughts, you weren't sure if it was the weed finally starting to take effect.

"It's just," you begin, "I've never been good around people, Heather's always been my only friend since we were kids." You explain.

"You've known Heather for that long?" He pressed.

You smile softly, "Yeah, we grew up together, lived in the same city in this wonderfully cold state." You tell him, "it's kinda crazy to think about." You giggle. "But she's been the only friend I've had, once my abilities as a siren began to show most people avoided me. As sirens, I would say we are pretty charismatic but I've never seen myself as that."

Ajax remained quiet as he listened to you.

"Hence why I don't really hang around with the other sirens. I consider myself an outcast among outcasts."

Ajax shook his head, "well, if it makes you feel any better, I'd say you're the better of them." He put the, now finished, blunt in the ashtray, "in fact, I'd say you're the most attractive of them." He admits.

You felt your heart stop, had you heard him right? "W-what?" You stammer looking at him.

He lit another joint, "Yeah, I think you're beautiful " He clarifies before putting the joint between his lips. You look at him, taking in his features, his gorgeous eyes, kissable lips and the few unmissable snakes that would peek out from his beanie. It was a few moments before he noticed you looking at him.

"What?" He asked.

"Nothing… I just…" You stammer, "can I kiss you?" You ask, having a sudden burst in confidence. Thank you weed.

He didn't hesitate, he placed the joint in the ashtray before moving it. You scoot closer to him, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You were nervous, and clearly so was he. You decided to just take the leap, closing the distance between the two of you, your lips brushing against each other. Your heart was hammering against your ribs as he pressed his lips now firmly against yours. The kiss was slow, warm, it sent electricity through your body. It was a strange feeling, but not anything you were against. It was clear Ajax was a bit hesitant, you weren't sure if it was nerves or something else, regardless you couldn't help but let out a giggle before pulling away. You could see the faint blush on his cheeks, his eyes slightly glazed over due to the effects of the weed. A dorky smile grew on his face, he didn't speak for a few moments.

"Please tell me we can do that again."

You laugh, "Yeah, I'd like that "

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Seungmin

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�� Summary: Everyone knows the story of Hades and Persephone. This is the story you made up. The one that you felt deep in your heart to be true.

↣ Characters/Pairing: Kim Seungmin x gn!reader

↣ Genre: romance

↣ AU/Trope info: Hades/Persephone!au , réincarnation!au , idol!au

↣ Word Count: 1.5k

↣ Warnings: none

↣ A/N: BRO I LOVED THIS ONE SO MUCH. And Hongjoong’s. Because of this I was inspired to write an Eros and Psyche one but that’s a stand alone. I might get to it later.

WHEEL OF FORTUNE

Good Luck, Karma, Life Cycles, Destiny, A Turning Point

The Wheel of Fortune is a card that is always spinning and will always come back around. Anything can come and go as they please, and because of this you have to live in the moment and watch where the wheel will land next.

The wheel also signifies karma. What goes around comes around. If you wish to see the good in your life come to fruition, you have to understand it is a two way street. You can manifest all that you want but if you are not returning back what you want things will follow.

You are at a point in your life where things will come forward that might just shock you. However it goes hand in hand with the fact that you need to enjoy those pleasures and let the universe guide you along.

X WHEEL OF FORTUNE

There was a calming wind that brought the smell of the wild flowers in the meadow to go through your nose. You sat braiding some flowers together to make a crown, the giggles of the forest nymphs going through your ears as you sat close to the forest edge.

There was movement behind the treeline catching your attention. You saw his figure which peaked your interest. He didn’t do anything that made you scared, in fact he just calmly stood there watching you with slow blinking eyes.

“I know you're there. I can see you through the trees.” You called out after finishing the crown. “Won't you come out?” You asked him.

There was a pause as he seemed to shuffle “You won't like what you see.” He told you.

“What makes you say that?” You got onto your knees, turning your body to face him fully.

Suengmin allowed a smile to fall on his lips as he watched you look so beautiful in the sun. There was no painting that could ever capture your innocent essence. Nothing could ever compare to having you speak to him directly.

He had waited for years, just watching as you went about your days in the meadows. And now that the day had arrived he had no idea what to do with himself. He felt like a mortal who had fallen in love and was waiting for them to acknowledge them.

“I don't say it.” He answered you. “But other people do.” He looked to the ground, sighing to himself. “They fear me because I am part of the wheel of fortune that turns with the life of others.”

You suddenly understood who it was you were speaking to. The god of the underworld, the harbinger of death. He was the one who was given the last of the rules.

“Isn't that only your job?” You questioned him.

“It was what was left to me. And now I must honor it.” The way he spoke made you smile.

His voice was soothing, you could only imagine what it would be like to hear him sing you a lullaby. It calms you down, and you don't want him to ever stop talking to you. You fell in love with the way he talked, even if you didn’t know what he looked like you knew he was someone honest.

“Will you turn my wheel?” You asked him softly, coming to a stand.

“You are much too precious to be damned to a life like mine.” He answered. “You are a peony who deserves the sun and the water the heavens rain.”

“They say the wheel spins a circle.” You took a step closer to him but he seemed to go deeper into the shadows. You paused for a moment, scared he would leave you completely. “One day it will return to you as a gift from your generosity.”

There was a pause, making you worried he had left. But when you heard him speak one more time, you almost wanted to cry. “I shall try, if only for you.”

You attended a gala with your parents, seeing as you wanted to be able to go out and mingle with people. You were getting sad staying at home all day having nothing to do. All your hobbies had started to become dull and you seemed to be lacking in the enjoyments of interacting with people. Because of this your depression was coming back and you wanted to find a way to break out of it.

There were a lot of people of high standard who had also decided to be in attendance. Lots of idols too. The gala was meant for all the big time companies to celebrate a successful year. You parents were top shareholders for most of them, helping to supply the companies with whatever it was they needed as well. So they had been invited and you had asked to tag along.

When you had walked in, your parents went to mingle around and greet the CEO’s of companies. You on the other hand took the time to look around at the decor. There were some art pieces hanging here and there for the people to chatter over. A few had caught your eye but none of them did the way one had.

“Hello Mr. (L/N).” You turned your head just a bit to see who it was that had found your parents.

“Mr. Park!” Your father bowed, greeting the man with a kind smile.

The founder of JYP had been excitedly talking with your parents but you didn’t care for what they had to say. You were too in trance with the painting to think of anything else.

You sighed to yourself as you watched the woman in the painting struggle to get away from the grasp of her kidnapper. He was facing one way, covered by shadows of the forest while she was still in the sun and on the outskirts of the open meadow.

She was dressed in a white tunic, her feet bare and digging into the ground almost. He was dressed in all black, a blood red robe that billowed in the wind. Your shoulders dropped as you pictured her scared face and his cruel one. It hurt you to think anyone could ever picture the couple in such a way.

Someone came up by your side, examining the painting alongside you. You felt a warm feeling blooming in your chest at their close proximity, shoulders almost brushing together. You turned your head just the slightest, watching his side profile.

He was easily distinguishable with how popular his group had been becoming in the past years. Stray kids were rising on the charts and you were more than happy to be considered one of their fans. However, standing next to one of them–the one you automatically choose as your bias without so much as figuring out his name–made you feel a bit happy.

Kim Seungmin had caught your eye the moment you had learned about Stray Kids when they debuted. For whatever reason that was, you had felt it deep within your heart that you had known him forever. As though in your past life he was the love of your life. And now being so close to him, it only deepened.

“I know you’re looking at me.” He spoke to you first. “Aren’t you going to say hello?”

You could see his smile, a blush over taking your face at having been caught. “Hi, Seungmin.” You told him.

“Hi, (Y/N).”

None of you bothered to ask how you knew each other’s names. He knew how you had gotten his–obviously–but you didn’t bother to question how he knew yours. There was just something deeper that was telling you everything was right about this chance meeting.

“Are those peonies?” He asked, looking up at the natural flower crown you wore.

“Yes, my mother told me it would look pretty.” You said, touching them subconsciously.

“They suit you.” He said before turning around to look at the painting again. “I really like this painting. I really like the story, honestly.”

“I do too.” You smiled. “I've always loved the story of Persephone and Hades.”

“Have you?” He pondered, turning back to you.

“There are a lot of different versions to them but I like to think he loved her so much that he didn't take her down to the underworld.” You spoke softly, tilting your head to the side as the picture suddenly began to change in your eyes.

Suengmin licked his lips as he watched over you. His heart started to beat fast in his chest, causing him to breathe shallowly. But it wasn’t something to be worried about–it was more of a feeling like love. At least that was what his head was telling him.

“How do you explain the seasons then?” Seungmin asked.

The story popped up in your head suddenly. You couldn’t remember where it was you had read it before nor where it had come from. As far as you knew, you were the only one who knew this version. At least the only one who knew it to be true.

“Rather than the winter months being barren because Demeter was sad her daughter was not with her. I think it was because she was with Persephone so much that she forgot to keep the crops bountiful.”

“Why was she with Persephone so much?” He continued, wanting to ask you more to make sure you were thinking the same thing he was.

“Because she was always upset that her love could not come to see her. Deaths tend to happen more in the winter months which means Hades is super busy. Because of that he wasn't able to come up to see Persephone.” You turned to face him, your breath getting caught in your throat at how close he seemed to be.

“So why didn't he take her?” He whispered.

“Because the wheel of fortune pays you back for all you have done.” You told him, turning back to the painting. This time, your shoulders were touching one another, your fingertips brushing against each other. “One day he'll be with her as he wishes.”

Seungmin moved his pinkie to wrap around yours. “One day.”

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@stars-for-thought @linked-heroes @screaming-until-god-hears-me @crestfallenmermaidan @ice-cream-writes-stuff @imprisioned-in-the-hole @yandere-linked-universe @justanerd1

Hey folks! Happy holidays and merry new year! I hope you all are enjoying yourselves! Sorry for the wait, inspiration does NOT come when I want it to, but luckily I have my muse to always inspire me! (You know who you are~)

TTAU Wild gets his time to shine with this rework! I hope you all enjoy this bit! For those who read my old version, I hope this is a good upgrade! And for those who are new to this blog, I hope it leaves you wanting more!

Enjoy folks! Let's get started!

There was something to be said, being alone with one other person in a place that was normally lively with the living. Alone within the plaza,two stood before the memorial statue of a beloved princess, a rare moment of isolation within an area that is usually occupied by others in one capacity or another.

"I wonder...Sidon.."

"Yes Link?"

"Would Mipha have accepted that my heart would never accept hers?"

"..."

Link did not look away from Mipha's statue, did not bother to glance at his companion beside him.

Link could see Sidon out of the corner of his eyes, but kept them locked firmly on the sculpture. His own mind lost in thoughts that have plagued him greatly since awakening in this period once more.

The images still vivid enough in his memory that Link was almost physically unable to shake them off. Memories of a time that no longer existed in anyone's memory but his and one other. Memories of a time that had once been so dear to him, that had ended so cruelly.

Link sighed slowly, pushing down any emotions that could possibly cross his face.

It didn't escape Link's notice that Sidon had chosen the silence. Not a questioning of his words or question asked. A simple acknowledgement that there was more to be said.

He knew it wouldn't do either one of them much good, but perhaps, Link could use some company in order to help gather his thoughts.

"I know she would not have wanted me to mourn her forever." Link said quietly after several minutes had passed, his voice barely audible.

"Nor would she have blamed you for rejecting her feelings." Sidon countered gently, ever so carefully placing his hand on Link's shoulder, giving him gentle support.

Link looked away from the statue, his gaze fixed on his reflection in the pool of water beneath him. His expression unreadable. Sidon watched him from the corner of his eye for a few moments before turning his gaze back to Mipha's statue.

"Her heart...would have felt…much anguish, knowing she would never have that special place in your heart," Sidon said softly, quietly, his gaze locked onto the face of the statue.

"But never would she have cursed or shunned you." Sidon added, his gaze still trained on the face of his sister's likeness.

Link said nothing.

"Your heart would be in the right place, Link. I am confident in that fact. You seem to feel that you have made many mistakes in the past," Sidon started.

"You, as well as I, certainly will make many mistakes in the future, both near and far. Of this, we both can agree."

Link frowned, but did not reject his words.

"I think...I have made mistakes that, in other circumstances, would be deemed irredeemable." Link mumbled, his gaze moving briefly from his reflection to Sidon's.

Sidon nodded.

"I have no doubt that you have my friend. You did not know what was true, what would happen when you made the choices you did, said the words that you have said."

"Yet, the things you saw, have said, have done... I do not need to know them to know they changed you Link. The results of those things did something you couldn't even understand until the truth appeared before you." Sidon finally turned to look at his friend.

"Now you must learn to forgive yourself and walk forward."

"...How can I forgive myself for the unredeemable..." Link murmured. Sidon shook his head slowly.

"That cannot matter right now. What matters is forgiving yourself."

Link frowned, the expression etched deeply upon his handsome features. He looked up at Sidon. "What if I cannot?" He said.

"Then, my friend, that is where you must take a leap of faith and prove to yourself that you can." Sidon responded. "Walk forward, make amends in the only ways you think you can, perhaps those actions will be enough towards whoever or whatever you wish to repent to.”

Here Sidon shrugged.

"Perhaps they will never be forgiven. But whatever redemption you seek, whatever punishment that you feel must be had, it would no longer be up to you."

Link closed his eyes for a few moments, his hands tightly clenched into fists at his sides.

"Forgiveness does not always come easily Link,” Sidon continued. “ For anyone, especially if it is from within, but if you truly wish for it, then it shall come easier than you can imagine. Even if you do not realize when it arrives."

Silence.

Link took in a slow breath, exhaling through his nose.

"Do you wish to know what it felt like...waking up within that shrine?" 'Again' Link added silently.

Sidon looked at him.

"Tell me…”

Link's gaze fell upon his feet. His fingers flexed a few times before relaxing again.

"There was nothing but darkness...a sense of numbness, a type of heavy fog, both in mind and body." Here, Link chuckled bitterly.

"And...forgive me, but I could not bring myself to believe when my mind gathered itself. Bring myself to believe that I had awoken in such a place, believe that whatever circumstances," That pulled me away from My swordbrothers, the few that I could trust with my most precious.'

" would have brought me there, would curse me to awaken within that ancient tomb in the guise of a healing facility."

"Link..."

"And when I knew nothing, nothing about anything. all I could hear was HER voice." Here, Link could not stop the venom that escaped passed his lips, pointedly ignoring how Sidon flinched in surprise.

"...The princess." Link could feel the bitter chuckle bubbling in his chest and did not bother to resist it's escape.

"It's how I even knew what my name was." He let out a humorless laugh. "I knew nothing in the beginning, did you know, still know nothing, but back then? when it all came back to me? it was all too much." He closed his eyes.

"It was all too much Sidon and it broke something in me."

How it started an crashing tsunami of memory after memory, of their precious (y/n), of Her beautiful eyes, of Her beautiful smile and of Her warm kindness.

To wake up and find himself back within that shrine. back where it all began for him.

Hearing Hylia's heir whispering in his ear. his sword brothers nowhere in sight. His beloved nowhere within reach..

How the fogginess of sleep left him and memories came back.

The clarity started to eat away at the fragile self control that he had painstakingly tried to hold on to.

How he closed his eyes and tried, tried to wake up from what he hoped was a cruel dream, but every moment he opened his eyes and saw the interior of the shrine. It only fueled the despair inside him more until it consumed him.

How long had he stayed within that shrine? how had he screamed to block the goddess blood's words, that had soon become frantic, from reaching him.

Patches of darkness between moments of hazy clarity and pain. the scent of blood, his own, invading his senses as he hoped beyond hope that he would wake up.

Separated from his most trusted, separated from Her. What Will was there to push him forward now? What purpose could be enough to pull him from that place of death and revival and lead him to the open world?

All he had wanted to do at that very moment was to go. back.

'Take me back.' He whispered in the depths of his mind, could hear his heart pounding against his ear drums.

'Take me back. They need me. She needs me. They could be in danger, they all need me. Take me back.' He pressed his head against the side of the healing bed, raising it only to let it fall against it with a thud.

'Take me back. Take me back.'

'Link...'

'Don't force me through this burden once more. Don't make me Hylia's pawn again, take me back.'

'Link, you must get up...' 'Worthless witch, you who selfishly shunned Her kindness when she held out her hand to you, I would claim your head if I could, force the soul of your precious father to watch as the life drained from your eyes.' Link thought darkly to himself, clenching a fist tight enough that his nails bit deep into the palm of his hand.

'Please Link, you must-'

"SHUT UP! JUST TAKE ME BACK!" Link screamed aloud at last as he raised his head and slammed it down against the bed, His hands were shaking with fury and hatred. Why wouldn't that witch shut up? He should have strangled her when he had the chance. Why wouldn't she shut up and let him wake up?

His vision was blurry. but if it meant that Zelda would shut up, would finally be silent. He would not 'stop'.

"Take me back, I don't belong here." Link's voice wavered as he spoke, to whoever or whatever could have possibly brought him back to this place, his throat tightening in desperation.

"Take me back. Please....Take me back." His voice began to grow weaker by the second as each word spilled forth, falling like rain upon the white linen sheets and soaking deep into its surface, leaving behind streaks of color to contrast the otherwise monotonous white background.

"Take me back." Thud

'Link, please...!'

"Take me back." Thud

'Link-!'

"Take me back." Thud

'Li-'

"Take me back." Thud

'You-'

"Take me back." Thud

'...'

"Take me back." Thud

Over and over, he brought his head back down against the healing bed, his eyes unseeing, tears unending as they poured down his cheeks. His movements mechanical as he chanted his plea over and over again, uncaring of the blood that poured from the open wound on his forehead to the healing bed and floor below.

He had to go back. He needed to wake up. they were all waiting for him. They had to find Her, She needed them. If he was here, the others could be in danger as well. She could be in danger, he couldn't be here, shouldn't be here, She needed them to protect Her. He had to go back.

Why wasn't he waking up? This was a cruel dream, he hated it. In a time when he was alone, without Her warmth, her protection, So why wasn't he waking up?

He didn't deserve this torture, did he? He didn't want this. So why?

"This isn't real, Take me back...this isn't real...Please take me back..." He repeated over and over, hoping against hope that his would come true.

Why wasn't he waking up from this? He didn't want to do this, not again. never again.

'Link...Please...'

Why was the only voice that answered him hers?

Where were the others? Where was his Beloved? Had he done something wrong? Why wasn't he waking up?

'Link...'

He was sorry if he had. He was sorry and he'll do better. Just let him return to the others.

'Link...'

Just let him return to Her.

"Take me back...This isn't real...Take me back.."

'You must get up, Link...'

"Take me back," He begged, his voice hoarse. "I'd rather die than be away from Her. Just take me back."

'Link...'

“Please just kill me if it means I can be with Her again.”

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He did not know, nor had he even cared to find out how long he had stayed like that before finally accepting that he would not be waking up from this torment. If only to silence the witch's voice as quickly as possible.

The stars had greeted him as he stumbled out of the shrine. The swirling malice consuming the destroyed castle in the distance.

He took it all in with heavy numbness weighing his limbs down.

He hadn't cared to look at the old man, former king and father to the unworthy blood, simply turning and walking the opposite way.

It became all too clear as soon as he made the decision to face his first camp of monsters how weak his body had become, if he had compared it to his former strength.

His mind moved faster than his body. He stumbled when he would have dodged, the darkness of night not helping him. His weapons, so weak and fragile, heavier in his hands than they ever were before.

The way the bokoblins mocked him as they landed blows that he used to easily evade. It made him physically ill to see how weak he now was as he eventually made a run for it, the laughter of the monsters following behind him.

It forced him to accept the inevitable fact that he would need to approach the king and gain his paraglider and return his slate back to working order once more.

A part of him wanted to simply get it over with, to part ways with the king as quickly as possible. yet he abstained from approaching him for a few days, a desperate part of him hoping that this truly was a dream and he would finally wake up.

But the truth of the matter eventually settled around him, after waiting one more day, he reluctantly accepted the reality he had to face and went to announce himself to the king.

Constantly having to remind himself of his need to get his items back was what kept him from lashing out at the princess' voice and her father's constantly prattling.

The shrines upon the plateau were child's play compared to the ones that he would inevitably face again down the line, his focus solely on regaining his items and getting things over with.

He had chosen to focus solely on the shrines first and foremost, knowing he would need to grow stronger to reclaim the Master Sword.

'Follow the hero's duty and bring peace to the people of Hyrule'

He performed his duty efficiently, if only to silence the trapped princess who would speak to him from time to time. if it meant that Zelda wouldn't speak to him, rarely staying in once place as he wandered from shrine to shrine was a simple enough task.

Tackling the divine beasts afterwards was less of a bother in some ways. Yet cruel in others.

He hadn't known how to feel when gazing at the incorporeal forms of his late companions.

He had thought he wouldn't feel anything when he saw them again. Yet a sense of grief echoed through him.

He supposed his former reputation of being a silent knight benefited him during such moments. His late companions would not know of the changes within his heart.

He supposed, given his silence, some of them were easier to deal with more than the others.

Daruk and Urbosa merely took his silence in stride, saying their piece and sending him on his way.

Revali had been a bit different, as if the rito champion discovered something in Link's eyes as he gazed upon him, but said nothing on the matter and did not deny him his power.

Mipha...she had been a bit more difficult to meet once more.

He barely remembered her as it was, and in a way, he felt shame as he listened to her words and felt nothing.

Shame because he would gladly bring ruin to this land, to the domain, her home, if it meant he would return to the only people he trusted.

He could not even apologize for those thoughts, she would not understand why, and the words simply wouldn't come out.

Perhaps that was why he was standing before her statue. Perhaps he was hoping to convey his remorse in some shape or form.

Because in the end, she chose to pilot Vah ruta for his sake, not because Zelda asked her, not because it would bring honor to her people, who loved her so, but because she merely wished to be by his side.

And was he not the same in a way? Would he not fight ganon countless times if it meant a future by (y/n)'s side?

Mipha did not deserve his animosity. He could accept that fact better now.

Yet it still felt so hollow in his heart.

"She...should have chosen someone more worthy of her heart..." Link said quietly, though it seemed so loud in the empty plaza.

Sidon sighed beside him, looking up at his sister's statue with sad eyes. "I'm sure she knows of your thoughts Link...She chose you. And despite that you do not hold her in your heart in the way she wished, she is still someone who has a special place in your heart regardless. That is the greatest gift you can give her now.

Link turned to look at Sidon. "Sidon..."

"My sister is...dead..." The zora prince's voice quieted for a moment before regaining it's normal volume.

"She is dead and whatever possible future she could have hoped to have with you is gone as well. She would now only wish for your continued happiness Link."

Link release a breath, his shoulders sinking as he allowed Sidon's words to wrap around him.

"But you must continue on, Link, my sister would not be proud if her feelings prevented you from staying true to yourself, I cannot imagine any other outcome."

And with that Sidon gave Link a small smile and moved to turn and walk off.

"Wait!" Link called.

Sidon stopped, turning back toward him curiously.

"...Thank you."

It was all he knew to say. He was thankful for everything that was said, Thankful that Sidon did not scoff at his words nor did he brush them aside. Sidon would never know what plagues his heart, but Link supposed he didn't need to know in order to give advice.

Sidon smiled and nodded, returning to his own trek back toward the upper floor fo the domain, leaving Link there staring up at his late friend's statue, her eyes gazing down on him with an echo of compassion that he vaguely recalled.

"I'm sorry I could not return your feelings." He whispered softly, bowing his head slightly.

"But thank you for your kindness..."

Raising his head, he turned around, taking a deep breath of the cold moist air. Allowing the sounds of the waters surrounding the domain to flood his ears. There was no point lingering here anymore, even he could tell that. It was only wasting time if he did.

He began heading towards the entrance, his heart heavy, yet lighter than it had been in a while.

A piercing howl greeted him as he made his way across the bridge. He chuckled, a tired smirk crossing his face.

"So much work to be done..." He sighed, pausing briefly.

He stared forward onto the path before him.

"But I will fulfill my duty, I'll make my way back to everyone. Soon." He mumbled under his breathe.

"Until then..." A nudge against his right hand brought his attention away from his thoughts, looking down, he raised an eyebrow.

"You don't have to wait on the outskirts every time you know. They do know about you." A huff and whine were his answer. He sighed.

"Alright Wolfie, sorry for making you wait."

---

"She was real, It was all real." He muttered between clenched teeth, hands gripping at his hair. The trees and flora concealing his curled up form, giving him the illusion of privacy in a time period where there was none.

"How do I wake up? What do I need to do." He whispered, he didn't care who heard, he would kill them even in his weakened state. He didn't need weapons to tear their throats out with his teeth.

All he needed was to wake up, that was all. If he could wake up...It'll be better...right?

He could almost hear Her voice, his fingers twitching as if him reaching out would allow him the blessing of holding Her in his arms once more.

He needed a way to return to them, to Her. He needed Her. No amount of torture or distance could change that fact, anyone who assumed otherwise were fools.

He just needed to go back.

So lost in his despair, he did not notice he was being approached until a wet nose pressed against his cheek.

Startled, he jolted upright, blinking back his tears.

"Wha-!?" He snapped, reaching towards his rusted sword.

Hearing a soft whine he halted his actions. Taking the time to look at the unexpected invader of his space.

"...Wolfie...?" The wolf slowly padded closer, pushing its muzzle underneath his chin gently. Link closed his eyes, burying his face into the familiar fur.

"...Why are you here? How did you find me?" He questioned, voice thick with unshed tears. The wolf yapped quietly, leaning up against his leg affectionately, as if to comfort him.

"...Huh..." Link murmured with confusion. His body sagged from the sudden onslaught of warmth, allowing his body to relax against the beast form of his sword brother. Wolfie licked at his cheeks, prompting Link to let out a few quiet tears, which caused the wolf to let out another whine.

"Tell me it's a dream." He whispered into the fur. Wolfie stilling at his words.

"Tell me this is all a dream. Please. Tell me I'll wake up and we'll be with the others." He whimpered, pressing his face harder against the wolf who whined again.

"Tell me this isn't happening." He muttered weakly, voice breaking.

The wolf whined once again, nudging Link again with its nose.

"You're real aren't you? You found me." He choked out, his throat raw with emotion, causing a fresh wave of tears. But he didn't care. Not at that moment, in that place.

Because he needed Wolfie, he needed something real in a place that no longer felt it.

"Tell me you're real..." He whispered, squeezing his sword brother tightly.

"Please tell me it was all real." That She was real.

There wasn't a reply. But when he looked up, Wolfie was watching him, his eyes trying to convey the words he could not speak.

Link sniffled as he released his grip, allowing himself to sink against Wolfie. Closing his eyes, he rested his forehead against Wolfie's chest.

"It hurts." He admitted to Wolfie who remained silent, waiting for Link to gather himself before beginning to lick along his hairline.

"I don't know how I could possibly do this again."

Link whispered, closing his eyes, letting himself enjoy the feeling of the warm fur on top of his face.

For a moment, he allowed himself to pretend everything was ok, they were all ok. That they would all be able to reunite one day.

That they were as real as he remembered them to be.

"I...you.." He swallowed, absentmindedly stroking wolfie's fur.

"I won't ask for anything more, I swear to you. But please, please tell me the truth. Just this, and I won't ask again. But please," Wolfie looked at him, waiting.

"Please tell me it was real." That they, She, was real.

He asked his question in a whisper, afraid that if he spoke it any louder, the answer would be something he couldn't handle.

He wouldn't ask for anything else. He just needed to know. He needed to know that one answer.

Wolfie barked once in order to gain his attention, and to make it clear, he slowly and deliberately nodded, confirming Wild's query.

Whatever tension that had held his muscles taunt, any worries or fears that wrapped his heart, left him as he allowed the answer wash over him.

It was real. They were real. She was real.

Relief is all he felt at that moment. His tears reflecting the feelings welling inside him.

"Thank you...thank you..." He breathed out, soon sobbing quietly into Woflie's fur, slowly relaxing against the wolf, feeling the exhaustion of the past several days finally weighing on him as he let himself forget for a brief moment of the path he would have to walk once more.

It was all real. She was real. That's all he needed to know. He was fine with everything now. Everything was alright now. She was real and that's all that he needed to keep going.

Everything would be okay now. She was real and that's all that mattered.

---

Wolfie whined again as he walked ahead of him. he paused, looking back at him, before proceeding with his journey.

"What am I going to do with you?" He murmured, sighing heavily yet a small smile on his face, walking forward to follow his companion.

The glow of the domain behind him illuminating the path ahead.

#linked universe #yandere linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu #loz #lu wild #lu wolfie #ttau #TTAU rewrite

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myoshome · 1 month

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Even though that life's path is full of rocks, I just hope that when I stumble… I still have teeth.

As I am writing these words, it is now 9:30 pm on March 22, 2024.

I'm a new blogger, and blog with the main purpose of making money, but over time I think that this is a quite suitable place for me to relieve a bit of the burden and negative emotions in life.

I've been writing for nearly 2 months, and have been viewed by 42 people, while my friend, in the same period of time, had 200 views. The feeling of having to watch my friends excel while I still fall behind makes me really helpless and I feel very useless. At first, I only had 8 viewers. Somehow, that friend helped me increase to 35 people in just a few blinks of an eye, through some magical moves that I didn't understand.

I was very suspicious when he said he had 7 Google accounts. I didn't know if that guy was crazy and pitied me enough to use all 7 accounts to help me increase my rank or not. Even though I really hate pity, if my friend really helped me increase my salary in a cheating way out of pity, I think I would still forgive him. If it's true that strangers linger to look at my posts and that's the real power I have, I may feel hopeful and happy then.

See the title, anyway I don't want to show you too much of what I'm concerned about. Yes, I laugh at the difficulties in front of me and if it were human, I would tell "him":

" Beat me if you dare!"

Thinking positively, failure is the mother of success, so I still try to believe in myself every time I feel down and want to give up, the voices in my head keep trying to wake me up every time I feel like I'm falling when my body at some point fell into a state of contemplation and discouragement.

I have a family, a like-minded friend and a dream to take care of. I am now much more focused and disciplined. Other things, no matter how terrible, are probably just trivial matters after all. Sometimes when I sit alone in my room and lock the door, I often think about whether I am too weak or not. I fear myself, sometimes I hate it, because I both writing blog and write books. ... for nearly 3 years in a row and now I still haven't earned a penny. If I didn't have my family and friends by my side, I have no idea about WHAT THE FUCK would I be now?

A persistent loser, hahaha. Anyway, compared to the pressures out there, studying and everything I'm doing now isn't too stressful, so I'm forcing myself to gradually get used to this. My friend will go to America in a few months, which will probably be fun, I have to enter high school, try to study hard, graduate and go to university, hold a degree in my hand and make a living for myself.

But I really don't want my life to go like that, so here I am, a 14-year-old boy and his friend trying to make money with all their ability, gradually accumulating it, even though I still not earn any thing. There is no any fucking bucks for me to accumulating.

Stepping on the path where few people dare to step, even if at that time, you pretend to be brave, you are actually very brave. If you are like me and my friend, trying to pursue your dreams no matter the circumstances, then we are quite similar. The fact, enormous amount of people around us hay sacrified there own dream to find money, just to pure living or exist on this fuking Earth.

Just keep trying, let's continue walking on this path, if you fall then get up, if your leg is broken then just drag, it's okay to be slow but just keep moving forward, don't forget there's still a lot things and a lot of people are counting on us behind our back. Don't fucking give up, soldiers, it's you the one who have been choose to live on this life, God give us a purpose, we must find and DO IT!

Hope God will always give good things to those who dare to believe.

May God give better things to those who persevere.

And may he also give the best to those who never give up.

I also hope he will give all of us one more day to keep trying to move on.

Wishing you a good day

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prettybillycore · 9 months

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FOR TOMMY | Letter #3

Sincerely, Your Peaky Blinder

Pairing(s): Thomas Shelby x Original Character

Universe: Peaky Blinders / Fantastic Beasts

Summary: Veela and Seer- a powerful combination of traits for one person to have. Edith Lillian Scamander falls in love with a young Thomas Shelby while working in a nurse’s ward during WWI. Will her feelings be requited, or will she be doomed to pine over the man of her dreams for eternity hopelessly?

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 0.8k

Warnings: none

Read on AO3 or Scroll down to read it right here on Tumblr below the cut!

Lovely Lilli,

Explorations of the heart and missing pieces are tricky things. Since our time together in France, I have too lost a piece of my heart. That now makes two pieces missing.

The first piece I gave to you that day in September. Do you remember it? Danny and I came to the nurses' station with moderate wounds. I had noticed you before, but this was the first day we spoke. Nurse Martha assigned you to tend my wounds, and you did so with such a gentle touch. When your hand met my shoulder, it was as if you instantly took a piece of my heart. I felt warm for the first time in months. You commented on the redness of the skin on my cheeks. A part of my heart has belonged to you since then, my Lilli.

The remainder of my heart shriveled at the knowledge that you were engaged. It felt as though God was playing some cruel joke on me. He placed this beautiful woman just out of my reach. I cursed him that night after you left my bedside. I have continued to curse him with every letter you send, as they make the ache in my chest cavity grow larger. I look forward to hearing from you, but in the same capacity, I am still missing the piece of my heart you stole, and the letters only serve as a reminder of such. No one has seen the letters except me; I treasure them like a beautiful, harsh secret. I suppose you do the same with your lovely Fiance Lu-Cretin sleeps beside you every night. Occasionally, one of the boys will mention you over a cup of whiskey at my bar, but I ignore them. Not for any negative reason but because I want to keep you safe; being mentioned in my bar is not always that.

One day the previous barmaid, Grace, overheard your name spilling from Arthur's drunken lips. I tried to explain you away as an old flame, but a flame isn't old if it's still burning. Grace is a clever one, though. The next time we were alone, she asked about you. I felt torn at the moment because Grace was the person who stole the second piece of my heart that was missing.

She came into the Pub asking to be a barmaid. I knew there was something special about her, but I did not know what at the time. I hired her, and she put me under a spell, much like you. My heart and mind drifted away from you for a few weeks because there was someone new to pander after. However, when she asked about you, my heart hit the floor. At that moment, I realized just how big of a piece you took. I panicked, but I tried not to let it show. I still wanted to keep you safe, even from Grace. After this past month, I am glad that I did; Grace gave me the piece back that she stole. It was wilted and withered and honestly unfixable. Grace betrayed my trust and the trust of my family by giving details to an out-of-town cop. She no longer works in my bar. She no longer lives in Birmingham.

I received your letter the same day she left a note for me. As I write this, she is waiting for me in a London Hotel room. She wants a life with me away from my family. It turns out that she left a piece of her heart with me, and she wants it back. I am sending her a letter to decline her offer after I mail this letter to you. The remainder of my heart cannot take any more breakage for the time being.

That said, I return to your last question, the piece of your heart you gave me. You have expressed your disdain for Lucretius many times in our correspondence. So many times, in fact, that I also profoundly loathe him. I am not one for suggesting leaving your spouse, but I went to Aunt Pol. She is the only one who knows about our heart pieces. I cannot hide anything from that woman. Under her advice, we have both agreed that it would be beneficial for you to depart from your fiance in a timely manner. With Grace's absence, a barmaid vacancy exists in my Pub. I'll have a room waiting for you when you arrive.

Sincerely,

Your Peaky Blinder

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kiarathefox · 26 days

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prime numbers

2: I drink both tea and coffee, I prefer coffee tho, love my bean soup. I take it almost anyway that involves milk. Hot/Cold latte capp flat white. If it's good coffee I don't need sugar. My tea is just kinda english breakfast with milk. I like Spearmint as well.

3: "Scream" from Final Fantasy XIV, free to play up to level 70 including award winning expansion stormblood

5: I usually do sleep with my plush Eevee, Blahaj and Bulbasaur, but recently I've had to give them up because now that I'm moved in with my gf, there isn't enough room in the bed for me, my gf and the plushies. When I upgrade to a bigger bed I can have my beloved plushies back :3

7: Usually, the minimum possible. I live in a hot country and I NEED to be cool when I sleep. But during winter I like 2, because of the addition of a weighted blanket. I LOVE sleeping with a weighted blanket.

11: Blue babyyyyy

13: Abandonment is the biggest one, I have severe issues with being left behind, it happened alot growing up, I had a bunch of friends just exclude me or straight up ditch me. It has led to a terrible habit of overthinking every negative interaction, and thinking I have to be a "perfect" friend or else they won't want to be around me anymore. The other crippling fear is bees/wasps, I have such a fight or flight reaction with them, such an overwhelming fear for something so small. Maybe me being attacked/chased my wasps when I was small affected that.

17: I already have ear piercings, tho I only just got them a year ago after I started transitioning. This revealed that I can't easily get piercings because of the medication I am on, nor tattoos. Because they just won't heal. Either way I don't think I want anymore piercings, but I might just have to miss out on a tattoo :c

19: I have 3 people whom I consider best friends. Two of which I retained from primary school, and one I met early in high school. The high school one has become a brother to me. Which is funny to think that he only had sisters, then finally got me as his bro, then a few years ago I turned around and went "ummm, I'm a sister too actually." Gottem

23: Kind of yeah. I like to think there is some other life out there. (I mean of course right? Even if a planet that's livable like Earth is an incredibly rare thing it COULD happen more than once) BUT I think it might be more likely that we came about so early in the universe's life, that we could be long gone before another civilisation finds us.

29: I either make snap decisions without thinking about it, or if I do make the mistake of thinking about something too long, I'm stuck in an endless loop of indecision until I break down over it.

31: Distant future? God I don't like thinking ahead too much, I think because most of my life I've had nothing to look forward to I guess. In a couple of years I hope to have a permanent home and a pet again. Is that something?

37: Ahh the classic.. I grew up with both and really have no preference for either one. I am very playful with pets, so I would have an inclination towards dogs, but I can still grab my cat and wrestle it with my hand just as well. Plus both of them are capable of being cuddly, or even go off and do their own thing for a bit. I'll put it this way. If I am living alone, I'd prefer a cat, for more peace of mind and less maintenance.

41: I CANNOT PICK ONE FAVOURITE WTF! I'll list a few "winners" My fave recent one would be "The Owl House" My fave older one would be "Avatar: The Last Airbender" And My nostalgia pick would be "Teen Titans"

43: One younger sister. Bit of a rat, especially in her teen years but she's grown, gotten better. We are slowly rebuilding our relationship but I really struggle to trust those who have hurt me in the past. So while I don't know how she feels about me exactly, I kind of have her at arms length for a while.

47: Yeah, muscle memory and all that

#Kiarafox answers

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fictional-addiction · 2 years

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hellloo my little coffee cakes,

OMG YOU GUYS, I'M SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE AND THAT I ACTUALLY JUST EXITED THE UNIVERSE FOR SUCH A LONG TIME. i was involved in a few different productions so rehearsal just completely took over :(

anyways

TW: MENTIONS OF BLOOD

but it is just a little smidge of description, not even a sentence long, so do not worry🤝

so here we have the sequel involving george weasley x platonic!reader (for a bit of after damage control with our boy georgie💪)

comment for part 3 to get fred's reaction! and i promise this time i will write at the speed of light itself😌

without further ado, i have finally cooked up a part 2 for:

Running away is easy, it's the leaving that's hard. *PART 2*

by hufflepuffhaze

(gif not mine)

-/-/-/-/-

Nothing.

She felt nothing.

She was somewhere dark. Quiet. Alone.

Wake up, she told herself. Open your eyes.

She forced her eyelids open, blinking as she adjusted to the bright light streaming into her eyes.

Where was she?

Her eyes focused on the window, the moonlight beaming through onto her face.

She tried to push herself up onto her elbows. Her head swam as she lifted it off the ground.

What the hell happened to me?

She breathed out shakily, and managed to grab onto a bedpost to haul herself to her feet. Brushing off her robes, she looked around the room.

This is Fred’s dorm… Why am I here?

The door clicked open, and she turned around to see a dark figure enter, arms full of what looked like the entire hospital wing’s supply of medicine and healing potions.

The figure locked eyes with her, and promptly dropped everything he was holding to run towards her.

“Oh my god, y/n, how are you standing? Are you okay?”

Y/n frowned as she tried to identify who the person was.

He hesitated. “… Y/n?”

He stepped closer to her, and the moonlight shone upon his face.

“George?” she whispered. “What… what happened to me?”

George opened his mouth to answer, but no words came out. He dropped his eyes to the ground, fidgeting with his hands as he tried to answer her.

Y/n followed his eyes to his hands.

What happened?

Clearing his throat, George lifted his head and glanced nervously at y/n. “You and Fred were- got into an arugment, and…”

He looked down at his hands again, rubbing the one against the other.

“George…” she said slowly.

“Yeah?“

“Why- why is your hand bandaged?”

George looked at her, eyes filled with sadness.

She stared back at him.

“Things got rough.”

She frowned.

”I’m so sorry, y/n. I tried to pull him off you, but he was just- just completely out of his mind.“

The pounding in her head got louder.

Her hand reached up to gingerly graze her cheek.

She pulled it away, George watching her closely.

Blood.

Her eyes flicked up to meet his.

And then, she remembered.

She remembered everything.

-/-/-/-/-

The resounding thwack echoed through the room.

A scream ripped through the silence that followed. A thud as something hit the ground.

Then, nothing.

Nothing at all.

-/-/-/-/-

A tear rolled down her cheek. She winced as it made contact with the wound on her face.

And then she lost control.

Gasping, sobbing, her legs gave way as she collasped to the floor, shaking uncontrollably.

George rushed forward and fell to his knees, and pulled y/n into his arms.

“Oh- oh George…” she cried.

“Shhh, it’s okay.” George soothed her, stroking her hair softly.

She cried even more. He was being so kind to her, so gentle, and yet she couldn’t help but feel as though he was betraying her too. Leaving her alone. Leaving their friends, their lives, their home.

It stung her more than the blood trickling from the open wound on her face.

It gathered in her heart, squeezing it, till she felt she could no longer feel anything but pain.

Y/n inhaled sharply, causing George to pull away slightly in shock.

“What’s wrong, did I hurt you?” he asked, concerned.

Y/n shook her head, covering her face with her hands as the tears ran down her face.

“George, ho-w could he do t-his to me?” she said between sobs.

George had no answer, but his eyes said it all.

“Just, try to breathe, okay?” he said quietly, rubbing her back.

Y/n nodded, breathing out shakily.

He leaned back to grab a bottle of healing potion, cleaning materials, bandages, and a tub of his and Fred’s own bruise paste concoction.

He turned to y/n, and tilted his head down to meet her eyes.

“Y/n,” he asked softly. “Can I touch your face, please?”

She looked up at him, nodding. He gave her a small smile, and took the cork out the healing potion, lifting in to y/n’s lips.

“Drink.” He said.

She obliged. The potion burned the back of her throat as she swallowed, but she choked it down.

He then turned his attention to the wound on her face. Grabbing a cleanser and a cloth, he tilted her head and applied cleanser to the cloth.

“This is for the blood, okay? It’s going to sting, but it’ll be over soon.”

“Okay.” She whispered.

George lifted the cloth to her face, and started to wipe away the blood. Tears trickled down her face as he did so, the pain being slightly unbearable.

Once he had finished cleaning the wound, he began to open the tub of bruise paste. When he saw y/n flinch at the sight, he closed it and put it back.

“It’s fine, we don’t have to use it.” He said kindly.

She nodded, wiping away her tears and looking up at him.

“Thank you.”

He patted her soothingly on the shoulder, eyes full of concern as he glanced at her cheek.

“It’s the least I can do.”

-/-/-/-/-

eeeeee hope you enjoyed that little filler inbetween :) comment if you would like a part 3!

have a good day/night loves

- hufflepuffhaze

#angst #fred weasley #harry potter #hogwarts #imagines #weasley twins #fred weasley x reader #george weasley #george weasley x reader #platonic #hurt/comfort

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superlocktvd · 2 years

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KinnPorsche | Finale

I am so emotional while typing this, can’t believe this is the last time I get to this.

Honestly not much to say. It truly was a finale, they tried everything and the struggle this series has seen, I am not in mood nor in favor of complaining. So let’s get it, one last time (hopefully for now)

THEERAPANYAKUL Brothers are sharing the screen and that’s the kind of serotonin boost I needed wven when I know i am gonna be flooded with angst

The Porsche flashback was gut wrenching. Please hurts me

Jeff Satur is beauty. I have said it before will say again. Any scene with Kim, I will always appreciate Jeff Satur beauty first, will go back and watch the scene to know what happened Also it’s like him and Kinn are shining this episode. The looks they are serving wow

Gun/Kun whatever your name is just DIE

Tankhun my favorite, I hate seeing you worried or crying. Please use the one braincell only you seem to have. Guide your little brothers out of this mess.

Daddy Chan has been shot. This is not a drill. Don’t like it. Don’t appreciate it. You cannot so this to me

Again Gun/Kun whatever your name is just DIE

The dangerous tango is here. I am so emotional. I am bawling. Also the free fall rock music is playing so I don’t know whether to cry or jump.

Porche had time to look like that in all this and that alone has all my appreciation and gratitude.

A lot of shots have been fired for me to be not worried. Dear god I hope you guys know about the bulletproof vests.

Vegas bestie you are not supposed to support that excuse of a father you have. Please.

Please I am not in favor of Porsche getting punched even if he looks good after that.

Kinn on his knees was not what I thought I will be typing.

Vegas do you need another smack on your head preferable by a tray.

Kim is checking all the boxes right now and I don’t even know what half of them are but he is fitting in all so who cares. Kim is wow, he is beauty, he is grace and he will kick, punch and shoot you right in the face. All while looking drop dead gorgeous btw

KimChay oh this cute in a weird sort of way. Did Porsche always intended to leave Chay with Kim and that’s why played along with Veags in the last epi

Pol and Tankhun tru MVPs. No wonder you are the sole bearer of the braincells in this show

Did that man just come bearing gun in white shorts?? WHAT?

Vegas Pete cmon..keep guns aside..talk. Something you guys did remember

Everybody is alive. Porche’s mom really? Mam not gonna forgive you whatever bull**** explanation you have keep it to yourself. I don’t care

He is dead!!!!!!!!!!!! I guess Vegas is sad coz all said and done his dad apart from Macau was at least present in his life much like others around him who kept dying. His entire life he has been trying to impress his father and now he has no one to seek validation from.

The minor family being all cute and sweet. Ahhhh we have macau as well.

Porche is the new head. (I want to say time will tell what havoc this causes in the lives of all, but season 2 needs to be announced, hence I will put this out in the universe)

All in all that’s a pretty darn way to wrap things up I must say.

I am so emotional and a ball of mess. I might have missed some things but I Can’t believe I have nothing to look forward to. KinnPorche has truly been an experience I will never forget and will continue to relish in its glory and base that it has created.

Let’s get out of the fictional world, and enjoy the hard work and creativity of the people playing these amazingly flawed and rugged characters in real life. We always have 14 episodes to binge on!!!!

#kinnporsche #kinnporche the series #kinn x porsche #vegas x pete #vegaspete #kinnporsche spoilers

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classicschronicles · 1 year

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Hi lovelies,

Okay, so the fact that it is 2023 is giving me so much ick. I don’t like it. However, the concept of the month of ‘January’, as many things do, finds itself rooted in classical inspiration. And so today I thought it would be cool to talk about the Roman god Janus, the reason we call January ‘January’.

Janus was an ancient Roman god, composed of two faces and is often associated with doorways, new beginnings and transitions, and was also considered the guardian of peace at a time when the door to his shrine was closed. His two faces sit facing in opposing directions, one facing forwards and the other facing backwards so that he is able to look into the past and well as the future at the same time, embodying a binary. The idea of January, as it marks the end of a year and the start of a new one, is based heavily off of aspects of Janus.

Janus was known as the initiator of life, transformations between stages of life, and shifts from one historical era to another. Ancient Romans believed that Janus ruled over important events in life such as weddings, births, and deaths, as well as seasonal changes like harvest and the new year. According to Roman mythology, Janus was present from the start of the world. As the god of doors and gates, Janus guarded the fates of heaven and held access to the other gods. For this reason, he was often invoked first in ancient Roman religious ceremonies and during public sacrifices. There is also evidence to suggest that Janus was worshipped long before many of the other Roman gods, dating all the way back to the time of Romulus.

Quick fun fact! Whilst most Roman deities have a Greek equivalent, there is no god that serves as a counterpart to Janus. The Greeks did have a similar character (a two-faced dog by the name of Orthus) but he lacked the same significance in Ancient Greece as Janus did in Ancient Rome.

Plutarch on Janus:

“For this Janus, in remote antiquity, whether he was a demi-god or a king, was a patron of civil and social order, and is said to have lifted human life out of its bestial and savage state. For this reason, he is represented with two faces, implying that he brought men's lives out of one sort and condition into another.”

Ovid dubs Janus as ‘two-headed Janus, am opener of the softly gliding year.’ Janus was a good that went by many different names and had many different jobs, a unique individual that the Romans- even in their own time- regarded as fascinating. Ovoid says, “But what god am I to say thou art, Janus of double-shape? for Greece hath no divinity like thee. The reason, too, unfolds why alone of all the heavenly one thou doest see both back and front.”

The most famous temple to Janus in Rome was called the ‘Ianus Geminus’ (translation- ‘Twin Janus’.). It was symbolic in that when its doors were open, surrounding cities knew that Rome was at war. When the two doors were closed, Rome was at peace. In an account of his accomplishments, Augustus says the gateway doors were closed only twice before him- indicative of the years of civil war that preceded him- by Numa in 325 BC, and Manlius in 30 BC. However, Plutarch says that during the reign of Numa it was not seen open for a single day, but remained shut for 43 years so that there was a universal cessation of war. Augustus himself closed the door three times, in 29 BC after the Battle of Actium, in 25 BC, and the third time was heavily debated. In 260, another temple was built for Janus in the Forum to commemorate a naval victory against the Punic forces.

In art, Janus is usually shown with two-faced, one looking forward and one looking back. In some depictions, the face looking backwards un-bearded, to represent the past, old age, and wisdom, whilst the face looking forward is un bearded to represent youth.

I hope this new year brings wonderful things for all of you and I hope that you enjoy the rest of your weekend! Lots of love xx

#classical studies #classics #greek mythology #ancient rome #ancient greece #dark acamedia #roman mythology #hellenic deities #ancient world #history #happy new year #january

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As Laurel stepped into the apartment, she could hear the water running in the kitchen. She dropped her keys on the coffee table in the living room along with her bag and turned her head so she could see into the next room.

“Hey you,” Dinah smiled. She put the final dish on the rack and wiped her hands on the towel by the window. “How was work?”

Laurel smiled, turning her back on the kitchen and heading upstairs. She dropped her coat on the chair in the corner of the room and kicked her shoes off by the closet door, not bothering to actually put them away. She knew it drove her crazy, which is partly why she did it. It was amusing to hear her complain.

“How many times have I told you to take your shoes off before you come in the room? They’re dirty, Laurel, and we have carpet in here. Do you have any idea how hard it is to clean a carpet? Very.”

Laurel chuckled quietly and tossed her shirt on the floor.

“Sorry,” she muttered as she sat down on the edge of the bed. She could feel the mattress dip on the other side as Dinah laid down with a deep and tired sigh.

“God, I am exhausted. Should we just order in?”

Laurel nodded and dialed the number to the Chinese restaurant only a few blocks away. She ordered the food quickly, not having to think about it at this point, and hung up after offering a quiet ‘thanks’ to the man on the other end of the line. She let out a long sigh and laid back on the bed, running a hand through her hair.

She laid there for a few moments, thinking about what else she needed to do around the house. She needed a distraction, something to do so she wasn’t just sitting here, alone with her thoughts.

Deciding to start by cleaning up the mess she’d just made in the room, she got up from the bed and went over to Dinah’s side of the room. She opened the bottom drawer where she kept all of her sleep shirts and pulled one of them on.

It smelled like her. The faint scent of her vanilla perfume clung to the shirt so she clung to it, pulling the collar close to her nose. She took a deep breath and let the smell bring back all the memories she’d tried so hard to forget - the good ones, the bad ones, all of them.

There was a knock at the door, which pulled her out of her thoughts. She wiped at her cheeks when she felt the tears slide down her face and cleared her throat as she climbed down the stairs.

She grabbed her wallet out of her bag and opened the door. The man on the other side offered her a kind smile as he handed her her food. Before he could give her the total for the order, Laurel handed him thirty dollars.

He reached into his pocket to pull out her change, but Laurel simply waved him off.

“Keep the change.”

The man looked confused. “But your order was only-”

“Doesn’t matter,” she smiled. “Consider it a tip.”

“This is a very generous tip,” he chuckled. “Thank you, miss.”

Missus, she wanted to say, but didn’t.

“It’s no problem.”

The man happily pocketed the money and dipped his hat at her before he turned around to leave. She closed the door once he was out of sight and headed into the dining room. She set the food on the small table and grabbed two plates and some silverware out of the cabinets and drawers, along with a beer from the fridge.

“You know, one of us is going to have to cook eventually,” Dinah laughed. “We can’t just live off of Chinese takeout.”

“Why not?” Laurel argued, shoveling some more noodles into her mouth. “It’s delicious.”

Laurel smiled down at her almost empty plate. She looked over at the other end of the table where Dinah always sat and closed her eyes as she tried to imagine her sitting there.

She could see her as clear as day; shoulders slightly slumped forward after a long day at the precinct, bright green eyes looking at her like she was the center of the universe while Laurel told her about her day, her plump lips turned up at the corners, trying to contain her smile after Laurel told her some dumb joke. It was almost as if she was still there.

Laurel finished eating and cleared the table, washing the dishes while she stared out the window. She could see why Dinah loved to do the dishes now. The view from up here was pretty amazing.

She watched quietly as cars drove by, as people walked down the street while they walked their pets, as a kid ran down the sidewalk dragging his kite along, beaming up at the sky when he stopped and saw that it was still in the air. She smiled at him and put the last dish on the rack the way Dinah always did. She dried her hands on the towel and threw it on the island, not bothering to put it back where it went, something that always drove Dinah insane.

She walked over to the living room and decided to watch tv. She threw herself down on the couch and browsed through the channels, not finding anything that caught her attention. Eventually she settled for some horror movie since there wasn’t much else on.

She sat back and watched as a girl ran down the stairs while the killer was only a few steps behind her. She chuckled at the dumb decisions the characters made and looked over to her right where Dinah always sat, feeling her stomach clench when she found no one there. Her smile disappeared and she looked back at the screen with less interest in what was happening. She closed her eyes and listened for her laugh, a sound she knew she would never hear again.

“I just don’t get why you like these movies so much,” Dinah chuckled.

“Oh, like your romantic comedies are any better,” Laurel argued, rolling her eyes at the thought of the last rom-com they watched together.

“At least they’re more realistic.”

“Yeah right,” Laurel scoffed, “because soulmates are actually a thing.”

“You don’t believe in soulmates?” Dinah’s bright green eyes shone in the dim light coming from the tv as she waited for Laurel’s answer.

Laurel didn’t know what to say, so she simply muttered, “Do you?”

Dinah thought for a second. “I don’t know,” she shrugged, “but I think that if they do exist, you’re definitely mine.”

Laurel opened her eyes and stared at the spot on the couch where Dinah should be. And then suddenly the floodgates opened and she couldn’t close them again. Tears fell freely down her face and onto her shirt. She leaned forward, pressing her face into her hands and sobbed loudly, not caring if her neighbors heard.

She couldn’t think straight, she couldn’t breathe, she felt like the walls were slowly closing in around her. She never knew she could love someone so much, never imagined that losing someone would hurt this much. She’d lost her dad, Quentin, her planet, and sure those all hurt like hell, but none of those could compare to the pure agony that she felt when she lost Dinah.

That morning when Felicity came to her door and told her that Dinah had passed away was truly the worst moment of her life. That was the moment when she lost her world. No pain could ever compare to the one she felt when she saw them place her casket in the ground. No loss could ever hurt as much as it hurt to say goodbye to her one last time. Knowing that she would never see her smile again, that she would never hear her laugh again, that she would never hear her complain about her leaving her dirty clothes everywhere or about how she would move too much when she slept, it all killed her inside and no matter how hard she tried to hide it, to keep it together, everyone could see that she was falling apart.

She wiped at her eyes and got off the couch. She reached into her purse and took out the key to her motorcycle, grabbed the keys to the apartment and left without a second thought. She drove for miles, keeping her attention focused solely on the road ahead. It was raining and it was hard to see, but she managed to get to her destination without any problems.

She walked past a dozen headstones before she saw the one she was looking for; even though it was only her second time here, she found it with ease. When she read her name, she collapsed on the ground in front of it. She didn’t care that it was muddy, she didn’t care that her shoes would probably get ruined, she just didn’t care. She kneeled in front of Dinah’s headstone and sobbed until she was left gasping for air.

“I’m so sorry D,” she whimpered, “I tried. I tried to go on, to live my life, to pretend that nothing had happened, but I couldn’t. I can’t do this without you.” Her voice cracked. “You were the one that kept me going, the one who believed in me when no one else did, the one who pushed me to be better. How am I supposed to just go on without you? I just - I can’t… I can’t do it, D.”

She could almost feel Dinah’s hands wrap around her shoulders, could almost feel her lips brush against her ear as she whispered, “Yes you can, Laurel, and you know why? Because I’m still here with you. I’ll always be with you.”

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Sleep strong, my love. I miss you more than any thing can measure, anyone can fathom. You’ll forever be my best friend, true love, husband, soul mate… my everything. JOSEPH DAVID PUTIGNANO 07/19/1977 - 09/27/2023

BSN/RN Author: #ACROBADDICT Performer: #cirquedusoleil Forever loved husband and Beagle Dad

To My Soulmate… I can’t believe you’re gone. My amazing, beautiful soulmate Joe, is no longer here in physical form. As the husband of an addict in recovery, I came to realize that the demon of addiction is a constant battle you’d have to fight daily. Sadly, it saw a moment of vulnerability. That demon seized it, and took you away from me. While I slept, you left me, Pasta and Shadow yesterday. I’m devastated that you’re no longer here to keep me company; for me to be your co-pilot with PS5 games; to see the joy in your eyes when you played with Pasta and Shadow. Our years of deep talks, long hikes and walks, going to the gym, our amazing vacations we took, the several leaps of faith to live in new places; getting you through the hell of your accelerated BSN degree program. We did so very much, my love, and now, what am I supposed to do?? I need you Joe, and now I’m all alone. I now lay in an empty bed, that I can smell your scent, where you used to hold me tight when we talked about everything on our minds, watched movies and TV, and made mind blowing love. I wrap myself in your robe after I shower to be surrounded by your smell, for the brief moment of respite from my immense grief and I imagine and feel you hugging and holding me so very tight.

My Joey, it may be a long time before I get to join you, so I hope that you at least visit me as I try to navigate this without you and please also check in with Pasta and Shadow, they miss you terribly. My heart will forever be yours. Even if it’s shattered, broken into a million pieces and my soul will forever ache because of your absence. I have no idea what I’m going to do, but you better be there to guide me. Throw on a Bjork or Tori song occasionally to let me know you’re there. You’d better visit me in my dreams my love, I’ll look for you until that day we are reunited. Thank you for the best 10-years of my life. I’ll love you forever and beyond, and I’m looking forward to the day we are reunited, fall into your arms again and feel whole. Your voice hearing you say you love me, and your eyes that could not only read my mind but also give me butterflies in my stomach, just like the first time we met.

I’ll miss our game to test our mental link where one of us would write down a song that was in our heads. One would start singing and the other would check the paper to find the song written down. Please give me the strength as you have always done, to face this world, but without you physically, by my side. I honestly don’t know how I can unless you’re here.

Sleep strong, my love.

You are and will forever be my one true love and soul mate. The days where my PTSD got the better of me, you were there, by my side, allowing me to talk through it. That and no matter how frustrating my own demons were, you stayed by my side through it all, without flinching or judgment. You helped me through so much and I hope I provided you with the strength and unconditional love you deserved.

Maybe God or the universe said that yesterday was the day to no longer be in pain. That you’ve done your job and it was time to go. I sit here with our girls, hoping and waiting for our front door to open and you to return to us. I constantly check my phone for a text asking me if everything is ok. It is my hope that you saw Clover, your grand mother, your mom and your other relatives that you love as they welcomed you. Please, I beg you, come visit me. I need to know you’re ok, because I’m not. I’m not fine, good or ok. I’m hurt and angry, depressed and feel empty. My selfishness is screaming at you, “WHY?! Joe, not now! I’m not ready to face this world without you by my side. You PROMISED me we’d grow old together and retire in Hawai’i. I have no clue as to what I am supposed to do next. We made a plan!”

-- Josh Putignano

#joe putignano #rest in peace

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saspitite · 7 months

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Point Nemo

hi tumblr people, i am back with another short story. this time it's focused on my eldritch universe "cosmic intertwines" and was inspired by this location on earth called point nemo, which is said to be the area that's furthest from any human civilization. basically a really lonely ocean. and that's what this is about! a girl suddenly wakes up in the middle of point nemo and... yeah things happen

tw: heavy existential themes and mentions of stillbirth

What would you do if you were stranded? Lost in the nothingness of an empty sea? Trapped in the epicenter of unending silence?

They say the human mind breaks after just months of complete solitude.

It has been two minutes since I woke up in the middle of nowhere. I’m surrounded completely by the sea, with not a speck of land in sight. What happened? How did I get here? Where is my family?

I hope there’s a search party out there looking for me. I don’t know how long I can survive out here.

I’m scared.

It has been three hours since I woke up in the sea. I don’t know what to do. I don’t see anybody around me. No matter how hard I try to find land, I never seem to get anywhere. I won’t lose hope yet.

My name is Mei. I am seventeen years old. I lived in a house by a lake with my grandparents and two cats. I am an only child. I almost had a sibling, but they died shortly after birth.

Life is strange like that. Who gets to decide what lives and what doesn’t? I’ve always been skeptical of the idea of god, but it’s hard to deny that there’s some sort of unseeable force pulling the strings. Even if it’s unfathomable.

It’s been one day. I’m still hoping that someone will find me, because they have to, they have to know I’m gone. I’m just so, so tired. I can’t keep swimming.

I really hope my friends aren’t worried. Actually, that’s stupid. It’s been a day with no word from me or my family, of course they’re worried. I hope so. We were gonna start our finals this week. How am I gonna do that now? I’ll probably need to rest for a while after I get saved.

Three days. I can’t hold up any longer… I might drown soon. I really, truly do hope there’s someone out there trying to find me. They could just be taking a bit to get here. I’m not sure what else to do… I’m not ready to die… I lived such an empty life…

It’s been a week and I still haven’t been found. I feel so tired. I stopped swimming a while ago, but it turns out that I still float just above the surface of the water, anyway. How? I gave up. I should be sinking.

It could be the salinity of the water, but I doubt it. I don’t know. I used to see little islands in the distance, but now they’re gone. I only see water. Have I moved?

My skin feels shriveled. I can’t imagine what this is doing to my health.

It’s been a month, I’m sure.

I only have one memory of my mother. It was when she had my sibling, who was stillborn. We were going to have a funeral for them, but we couldn’t because my mom ate the baby.

I never saw her after that. I was told that she was taken to a mental hospital so she could “recover”. That’s a pretty funny thing to hear, especially since I had recently found a report detailing that they dissected her brain out of curiosity for why she did the things she did.

I still feel bad for her, though. She must’ve had a horrible life. But I can’t say that for sure, since I was barely even around for it.

I still think she could be a good person. I just don’t know why she did that. I really don’t.

The water has become clear. I think I can see everything now. The ocean knows I’m here.

I don’t remember how long it’s been. It must’ve been several months by now. How am I alive?

Or… is time moving slower?

I really don’t know what time is, now that I think about it. It’s strange how we can easily tell the time, yet we don’t know where it came from, why it exists, and how it only moves forward.

Time wants to kill us all, too. Why is that?

I’m not alone. There’s little sea animals near my body. I’m not sure about what they are, though. Some have long tendrils and coily bodies that move around like snakes. I feel like I can hear them moving, even though they’re several miles away from me. There’s hundreds of them. Thousands. Deep, thousands of miles deep into the ocean, touching the sky, in my bloodstream. My skin feels like it’s crawling. Maybe that’s just the water.

I’m suspended in some place that isn’t the sea or the sky. It’s like I’m in both at the same time. Where’s the sun? Where’s the daylight? Where’s the horizon? Have I become the horizon? Whatever I’m seeing above me isn’t the fucking sky. Whatever’s below me wants to devour my body.

I don’t know where I got these ideas in my head. It’s fine. Someone will come find me. It’s only been a couple years.

My body is beginning to decay. I’ve become hyper-aware of myself, my genetic composition, every single organ in my body, every cell that moves within it. My body is beginning to fail me. All of my organs are collapsing in on themselves. Like cavitation. I feel like I might explode. I feel like I’m going to crawl out of myself. Like a butterfly in a cocoon, but my body is the cocoon.

This is beginning to hurt. Everything burns. This needle-tipped, sandpaper-y sea is disgusting. It’s putrid. It’s digging into every inch of my body like it wants to tear me apart. Well, guess what? I can play god, too. I’ll be here forever. Forever! This desolate pit of slime is nothing compared to my undying apparatus!

I’m trying to remember what my family members look like. I can’t. I can’t even remember their voices. What if I don’t recognize the people that come to save me? What if I don’t recognize anyone? It’s just been me. For years. Me and the gelatinous coiling snake-squids around me. I might as well be one of them. I don’t even remember what I looked like, either.

Fingerprints… I have to have fingerprints… I am human, I was born human, my fingerprints are forever unique to me! They are what makes me separate from any carbon copy of life in this damned universe…!!

I can’t find anything. It’s all just water.

I’m tired.

I’m so, so tired.

I just want to talk to someone.

I want to remember that I’m human.

Maybe I’m not even that, anymore. I can’t see myself.

Where did I go?

How long has it been?

I have to be thousands of years old by now.

Or millions.

I don’t think my family is alive anymore.

Am I alive?

…

…No. "Mei" doesn’t exist.

I don’t know why I didn’t realize this sooner.

I remember now. I remember! I died! I finally met my end! I nearly had the peaceful fate of being reincarnated as a small speck of life! But not anymore. Not here. Not in this god forsaken sea.

This was just a cruel joke. Selfish universe, selfish world, selfish flesh, selfish me! Death, death is so selfish to life, they say! Death presents its own rotting corpse for life to feast on and it’s still selfish to die!

I understand now what I had witnessed up above. It wasn’t what I thought it was. It was not the sky. Not the clouds. It was him.

I can hear it now! The heavens! They’re chanting an unknown, forgotten, idiotic name!

Waji! Waji! Erghea lbhe fbhy gb hf!

I know now, you’ve forced me to wake up once again for your own gain! I can never truly experience the tranquility of sweet, forgiving insignificance! You’ll always take it away from me!!

Erghea lbhe fbhy gb hf!

No!

YVFGRA GB HF NG BAPR!

ARIRE NTNVA! ARIRE NTNVA! ARIRE NTNVA GBEGHER ZR JVGU GUR THVFR BS VZZBEGNYVGL!

V pna'g!

V pna'g...!

…V pna'g...!

Khhhkhhhhkhhhhh……!!

#sas stories #cosmic intertwines #eldritch horror #my writing #original writing

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