#but she didn't react at all to 'my brother might be dead'

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talking in your sleep pt 1

Summary: Loki returns from a recon mission to discover that you hadn't slept since he left. Four days ago. based on the prompt "I haven't slept in four days"

Pairing: Loki x Reader (friends to lovers)

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: accidental sleep deprivation, light cussing, mild angst (?), Tony's a bit of a dick [let me know if i missed anything!]

"Hey, Reindeer Games, quit blocking the door, will you? I get it, you want out of here already because you can't stand being around us. Trust me, the feeling's mutual. But standing at the door while the Quinjet's still landing won't change a damn thing."

"It will guarantee that I am the first one out these doors, Stark," Loki grumbled in response, not moving an inch from his position by the door. Stark wasn't entirely wrong; he truly didn't wish to be around the billionaire, or his oaf of a brother. But he wasn't entirely right, either; if he allowed himself a moment of honesty, he wanted out of the flying vessel so that he could see you again.

You'd started working for Stark shortly after the god had been sent back to Earth due to a deal made by Thor on his behalf with their father, the Allfather, that instead of wasting away in a cell in Asgard for a thousand years, Loki would be utilized as an asset by the Avengers along with his brother as recompense for his attack on New York. When you'd started working at the tower, you recognized him immediately because of how often the news bombarded you with his face in those few days as well as the weeks – the months, really – that followed.

Not that you were complaining, of course, it was a devastatingly handsome face.

He fully expected you to recoil the moment he saw the recognition in your eyes, but just as much as you could recognize his face immediately, you saw as well that he was not the same man--god, actually--that he was all those years ago when he led the Chitauri to wreak havoc in your home. So with all the confidence you could muster, you smiled at him just like you did the rest and said it was nice to meet him. And that started the two of you on your path to where you were now, friends. Close friends, to be certain, but despite the arguments that would be made by some that you were more.

You weren't more. He would surely know if you were.

"Leave my brother be, Stark. He does not simply wish to vacate this vessel because he's itching to be away from us. He also wishes to be reunited with our dear Lady Y/N." What was that mortal expression again? Even broken clocks were right twice a day? Yes. That was Loki's current sentiment towards his brother. Oftentimes he would read situations wrong, but this time he was dead on. 

"So what's the deal with you and her anyway, Rock of Ages? You hitting that?" 

Loki straightened his stance, as if ready to battle yet again, and faced his brother and Stark. "How dare you insinuate that I would ever harm so much as a hair on her head--"

"Brother, no, you misunderstand our genius friend." He scoffed at the words. "Friend" was not a word he would use to describe Stark. "He simply means to inquire if you're laying with Lady Y/N--"

"Don't be ridiculous, brother," he hissed. "I've simply grown accustomed to her company. And she's too intelligent to get involved with someone as nefarious as I." And too pure, he thought to himself. To make the misstep of courting her would only proceed to corrupt her untainted soul. 

"Oh I get it," Stark's words broke through his reverie. "He's in love." He didn't bother to even react to that observation. "Oh. Look at that. No snarky comeback? No 'you are all of you beneath me'? Are you actually--Oh my god Thor look at him he's seething!" 

"Stark, I implore you to desist." Thor's tone was now cautious. "Perhaps just leave him be for now." Unbeknownst to the god of mischief, his brother had observed how he behaved around you. How he treated you as if you were something precious, and on the occasions that he held you, it was as if you were a delicate petal that might wilt at his touch. Thor had his suspicions, but watching how his brother reacted to Stark's words cemented them into conclusions. His brother was in love with you, and he'd chosen the path that would risk nothing but guarantee that you stayed in his life. 

When the Quinjet landed and its doors opened, Loki let out a groaned "Finally" before striding through the Tower, down a path that was most certainly not to his chambers. Anyone who crossed his path knew to stay out of his way, what with the purposeful strides and the almost gleeful look on his face, there was no doubt he was on his way to you. 

It was only when he was just a few more steps away that he realized the sun had only began to break through the night clouds, not having fully risen. You weren't due to arrive at the Tower for another three hours.

So then why was he hearing movement coming from your office? At this hour? 

He closed the distance to your office and opened the door, half expecting staff to be doing their rounds. Instead he found you, furiously typing away at your computer as you always did, but looking more frazzled than usual.

"Y/N? Darling?" 

You jumped at the sound of his voice, not even registering a few moments ago that the door had opened. You turned your head and looked at the devastatingly handsome features of the god you were fortunate enough to call your friend. Even though every time you referred to him as such, a dull ache would make itself known in your heart. You wanted more. Of course you wanted more. You'd have to be a fool to look at him, to know him the way you did, and not want more. 

But you knew better. You knew your place. You were meek and unremarkable compared to the likes of a master assassin like Natasha, or a powerful witch like Wanda. You wouldn't even be able to defend yourself in a bar fight. Being his friend was all you'd ever get. And you had to be content with that.

I am content with that, you told yourself. Fooling absolutely no one.

"You're back already?" you blurted out, realizing you'd spent a few moments too long spaced out and staring, and hoping he didn't notice. 

"Already? Darling, I was gone for four days, I--hang on." He walked towards you, taking your hand and gently tugging you up to stand. And then he took a good hard look at you, as if trying to remember something. "Something feels amiss with you." 

"Y/N? You're way too early, even for you," Natasha's voice floated in to your office. She threw a quick glance Loki's way. "Welcome back, Laufeyson." Then she turned her attention back to you. "You're in the same clothes from Monday," she remarked, the concern beginning to lace through her voice as she observed the candy packets and coffee cups littered throughout your desk.

"Yeah. Because it's Monday," you answered, wondering why these two were acting so strange. 

"Sweetie, it's Friday. The guys left for a 4-day reconnaissance mission on Monday morning. They returned today. Have you…have you been in here the entire week?" 

Realization dawned on you as the words escaped your mouth. "I haven't slept for four days?" And then your knees buckled.

If it hadn't been for the reflexes of the god who wrapped his arm around you and held you upright, you would've for sure been on your ass on the floor right about now. "Sweetheart," he whispered into your ear, making you question if your heart picking up its pace was from the copious and questionable amounts of caffeine coursing through your bloodstream, or from his proximity to you. "Have you even eaten?" 

"Do those count?" You motioned to the empty snack packets on your desk, causing him to groan as he rested his head against your temple. 

"My darling human," he murmured, the rest of his words spoken too softly to be heard over the thundering of your heart. 

"Alright, Y/N? Sweetie? I'm gonna fix you something to eat. Something proper. And then you're gonna get some sleep. I'll tell Stark you're not reporting for work today. Now go take a shower. Can you walk on your own? Loki, let her stand." He let you go, his arms poised to catch you in case you were to stumble over again; you didn't. And you managed to make your way over to Natasha without tripping over your own feet, which gave her a bit of reassurance. "Okay. Grab a change of clothes from my closet, get yourself cleaned up. Then make your way back down here and eat something before you go to sleep, okay?" 

You nodded as you made your way upstairs. You briefly heard her tell Loki not to follow you, and then holler at Wanda to make sure you made it to her room alright, and the Sokovian met you at the top of the stairs. "Y/N, you look awful. What happened?" 

"I forgot to sleep." The look she gave you prompted you to say more. "For four days." 

She looked towards the common area, chuckling to herself. "No wonder your god looks completely beside himself." 

"He's not my god, Wanda, he's--we're--we're friends." In your compromised state, you could barely contain the hurt that laced your voice as you said the words. "Just friends." 

"But you love him," she prodded. "And I've seen the way he looks at you. That's not a look of friendship, dear one." 

"You're wrong, Wan." You may be sleep deprived, but you were adamant in your convictions. "He simply tolerates me a bit more than the rest of you, that's all. That's it and that's all." 

"If you say so, my friend," she murmured as you made it to Natasha's room. You walked straight towards the shower. "Any preference?" she called from Nat's closet.

"I just want my bits covered, Wan. I'll leave the rest to you." 

Fifteen minutes later you emerged from Nat's bathroom in a fluffy white towel, eyeing the emerald green silk camisole and shorts set that Wanda laid out for you. "Really?" You proceeded to eye her.

She shrugged in response. "Suits you. Makes you look regal." 

"I'm assuming you're not familiar with the concept of wearing certain colors in Asgardian culture, then?" At least your brain seemed like it was a bit sharper, thanks to the shower. 

"No, I am." The smirk on her face told you she'd been hanging around with Thor and Nat too much. "I'm not lying about the color making you look regal, Y/N. It really does. Regal and his." 

"I'm not his," you snapped, making yourself flinch. "I mean I am, but I'm not. I'm his but he doesn't know it. He doesn't care. We're friends. That's it--"

"--and that's all," she finished. "I get it, I get it. Now I'm pretty sure that despite our friendship, sharing panties is where we draw the line, so you'll have to go without." You shrugged, figuring as much, as Wanda turned around to let you change into the borrowed clothes.

She led you back to the stairs where Loki was waiting for you at the end. He threw a look towards Wanda when he caught sight of your outfit, and you were too caught up in making sure you didn't trip that you didn't catch her mouthing a "You're welcome" his way. When you reached the bottom of the steps, he wrapped his arm around you and led you to the kitchen island where Nat had a sandwich ready for you.

"You know I'm perfectly capable of walking, right? I managed just fine a while ago." You did your best to keep your tone light, almost joking. So that he hopefully couldn't see through you and see that you were fighting every urge to swoon and fawn over your current predicament. Just friends, just friends, you chanted over and over in your head.

"I prefer having my reassurances," he answered you simply as he lifted you onto a bar stool by the island. "You're far too precious to be compromised," he whispered as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. 

"Eat," Nat ordered, placing a glass of water as you took a bite. You winced at the sound your stomach made as your body began to recognize that it was being fed real food and not something ultra-processed and sealed into a colorful wrapper. When you finished your sandwich, she took your hand and gave you a pill. "Melatonin. Drink. Then go to my room and rest. I'll be away the whole day anyway--"

"Nonsense, she's staying with me," Loki cut her off. "You've mentioned multiple times that you keep blades hidden throughout your chambers, some of which are very well within reach of anyone sleeping in your bed, Romanoff. She's safer with me." Your blood ran cold. Sleeping in the same bed as him? In your current state of dress? Yeah, that sounded like the worst idea. 

You opened your mouth to protest but the look on his face told you that wasn't any better of an idea. He seemed hellbent on personally making sure that you were nursed back to your normal state of mortality. He motioned to the pill in your hand. "Drink it, darling." You did as you were told. "Good girl." You fought every instinct you had in order not to show the effect those words had on you. His next words, though? You were completely gone. "Let's get you to bed." 

"You know, Jack Frost, if you wanted to get dear Y/N into bed with you, you could've just asked," you heard Tony quip as he walked into the kitchen. Then he took a look at you, your sullen face and your sunken eye bags. "What happened--"

"She didn't sleep for four days," Natasha answered. 

"I was trying to find a weak point in the security system of a group called the Ten Rings, you might be familiar with them, Tony, they were--" Your words got cut off as you felt the air leave your lungs, your feet leaving the floor as the dark-haired god scooped you up into his arms and carried you up the stairs and away from the conversation. "Hey!" 

"No more talk of work, little mortal. It will still be there when you wake. For now you have to rest."

"Take next week off, Y/N! I don't want to see you in that office of yours for the next seven days!" Tony hollered from his place in the kitchen. 

When you and the god were out of sight and earshot, Nat addressed Tony. "Isn't that a bit too much? I mean today and Monday? Yeah, I understand. But the whole week? What game are you playing, Tony?" 

"Laufeyson's," he answered the assassin. "I'm giving him game. Those two are idiots in love if I've ever seen it. And call it a gut feeling, but I think one of them's finally gonna confess. The week is more a gift to him than her." 

"Aww you're warming up to him." 

"You tell anyone and the next mission I send you on is with Barnes. Just Barnes."

You finally felt the effects of the medicine kicking in as you laid in the center of Loki's bed, listening to him reading you poetry with his silken voice. You didn't want to but you felt your eyelids falling, despite wanting to keep awake a little longer just so he'd keep reading to you. 

"Sleep, my darling," he chuckled as you let out a yawn. 

What possessed you to shuffle closer to him and rest your head on his chest – his bare chest, mind you – you would never know, but you'd blame it on the Melatonin. "Thank you for making sure I don't stab myself in Natasha's bed," you mumbled against his skin, unable to register that his heartbeat had gone erratic against your ear. 

He pressed a kiss to your hair. "Of course, my precious mortal. I'll always watch out for your safety, you can hold me to this promise." He ran his fingers lightly up and down your side, trying to help you get to sleep faster, so that he could allow himself to lose his feigned composure at the feel of your soft body against his. 

You wrapped your arm tighter around him and burrowed your face into the crook of his neck as you mumbled, "I knew there was a reason I fell in love with you." 

His hand stopped. His breath stopped. He could have sworn his heart stopped as the words left your slumbering mouth. "What did you say?" he all but choked out. 

He felt you shrug against him as you said, "Why the fuck not. It's just a dream anyway." His breath hitched as he awaited your words. "I fell for you. Head first. Absolutely stupid in love." If it hadn't been for the drowsy tone of your voice he could've sworn you were awake. Or perhaps he wished you were, so that he could look into your eyes as you said these words. "I know I shouldn't be. Ruin the friendship and all that. But you didn't exactly make it impossible. You're perfect. Annoyingly perfect. And I was defenseless." 

"Oh Y/N," he breathed out. "My dear heart. My darling, beautiful little human. Are you telling me you're mine?" 

"I'm yours," you murmured. "I've always been yours." You nuzzled more into the crook of his neck, whispering against his skin, "I love you, Loki Laufeyson." The tears escaped him at those words, rolling down his cheeks. "Such a damn shame you don't feel the same way." It was as if the world had stopped turning as he felt you press your lips to his neck, letting out a contented sigh, before you fully succumbed to sleep. He had to tell himself to remember to breathe as he felt your breaths even out, letting him know that you had finally surrendered your body to rest.

The god, on the other hand, didn't sleep a wink. He couldn't. Not when there was so much he wanted to say. Not when there was so much to plan. 

A/N: Yes there will be a part 2, I'm not leaving it here. I just had to cut myself off because I'm incapable of writing short stories ahhh

Part 2 is up and available HERE!

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[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝔸𝕥𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕜! ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ anon request: Hi, I hope you're having a good day/afternoon/night :) I'd like to ask you for some platonic headcanons (although if it's not your style it's okay to ignore it) about the demons in obey me and how they would react if MC saves them from a surprise attack by a demon hunter (whether she ends up very injured or not I leave it to your choice 😉)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Hello! I love this idea honestly. But I take up to 8 characters and there's total of 9 demons in OM! that I write for so I removed Lucifer and did the other demons because they're getting too little love </3 Hope you won't mind this little change and still like it!

Also I really hope I did platonic for everyone- I might've got ahead of myself and automatically did fluff for some so... lemme know if that happened!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ platonic, TW: mentions of reader dying, small descriptions of cutting/sword swinging

✧ the moment news about demon hunter going around Devildom spread, you were paranoid and the weight of calming you down landed on Mammon

✧ your age didn't matter, he'd take you to casino to relax. Or... he'd want to... if you're too young for it Lucifer or security would definitely kick his ass for trying to do that

✧ luckily tho, he wasn't worried about you since the demon hunter obviously hunts just demons, even he knows that!

"Don't ya worry, human! I'm called THE Great Mammon for a reason!"

✧ but the moment he crosses patches with one... he's actually more concerned about you than himself

✧ he's gonna step in front of you, assuring you it's alright while it's actually him who's considering if it'll be better to fight or run away

✧ and the moment YOU save HIM is like a hit to him... I mean, he was supposed to protect you, not the other way around! But you'll still catch him blushing from emberassment as he mutters small thank you. Bur you better listen because he's not repeating it!

✧ that's if you wint end up dead... if you do, he actually breaks into tears when he realizes he lost someone important again...

✧ the demon hunter might not be here anymore but even then, he makes a promise to your empty eyes

"I'll make them pay... for doing this to you... I'll be the one protecting you this time. I won't fail for the 3rd time."

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✧ Levi would be just as if not more scared than you

✧ he's already isolating, what made you thought he'd even consider going out in such a circumstances? Well... you would...

✧ after solid 6 months, even you calmed down and figured that demon hunter must've calmed down so you thought you might as well go game shopping with the third brother!

"Uh... seriously? What if that demon hunter is walking around? No, don't go alone!! Alright I'm coming..."

✧ but as he imagined, 6 months were definitely not enough to calm down... because just before you entered the game shop, you had to be push Levi aside or he'd get hurt

✧ if you didn't got hurt badly, he'll definitely first talk them off but he will summon Lotan without hesitation if they decide to make second attempt

✧ but if you did got hurt badly... he summons Lotan immidietly, not caring about consequences, he just wants them gone after seeing you in this state

✧ but surprisingly you didn't even felt a single drop on you, he was ready to destroy all the buildings in this city but made sure you won't be anymore hurt

"Y/N please tell me you're alright... and that I didn't hurt you more... c'mon they're gone now, let's go back home, this store had nothing that catched my eye anwyay..."

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✧ Satan was the wise one here, like usual. He figured news must be playing jokes or that the problem will pass soon enough, so after 2 months, after news completely calmed down, he tried calming you down as well

"Remind me, for how long this 'demon hunter' had been quiet? 2 months, exactly. No murders, no signs, just quiet. You're being paranoid, Y/N."

✧ he eventually had enough and took you out by force to show you no one's scared anymore and it's just you

✧ but as he was dragging you along, focused on not bursting with anger from your whining, he didn't notice the swing which you took

✧ it definitely left a bruise on you, but let's assume it didn't kill you! He'd still be pissed, the moment he sees blood on you, he's already in his demon form ready to hunt down anyone who did this to you

✧ and if you're actually dying? He'd make sure to remember their facial characteristics, he want to run and get vengeance but he also knows you're close to death and need help QUICK

✧ but in the end, he can't save you... he becomes even more angry on daily basis and will hunt down anyone who looks at least a little similar to that demon hunter, he didn't care if it wasn't them, he can't risk not trying

"I'll make you pay... I won't kill you once, but 100 of times, so you can feel what you did to them."

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@miya-akane - come get your cat lover!

✧ let's be honest, both you and Asmo were absolutely terrified at the news of demon hunter going all around Devildom

✧ you can't count how many nights you two spend together and how many times he complained to you that he's running out of his beauty products but doesn't dare to go out alone

"I can't go alone!! Y/N c'mon... I'll buy you something too!"

✧ it wasn't helping your worries but you really had enough of his whining... so you figured one hour in the city shouldn't hurt! I mean, what's the chance demon hunter will appear in this exact city at this exact hour?

✧ well this hour apparently was enough... you didn't even had good luck around when you noticed something shining as Asmo was still rambling... you quickly realized it was a sword and without second thought, pushed him away

✧ at first, he was a bit upset because you pushed him on dirty wall, ruining his outfit but upon realizing WHY you did that, his emotions shifted on the person who caused it in the first place

✧ seeing the cut on you made him absolutely furious, and believe him, he wanted to fight. But whether the cut is deadly or not, he'll rush back home with you

"Ugh! They're the real demon here! Hang on Y/N... I will not let you end like this."

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@vodka-glrl - come get your pretty princess~

✧ Beel was actually quite cautious but still confident in his skills, always assuring you he can manage even if he gets attacked

✧ but you still insisted on going with him anytime he goes out, so that's how it also was today

✧ and he's actually more careful when he's walking with you so that's actually good for you both

"We should get something to eat while we're at it... I'm not this focused on my surroudnings when I'm hungry..."

✧ it was just the moment when Beel's stomach was growling that the demon hunter striked before he knew it. And before demon hunter knew it, you got in front of ginger demon

✧ it won't be a lie when I say his heart stopped for a second when he saw a sword making an injury on you, he even threw his food away just so he could fight the one who did that!

✧ believe him, that demon hunter tasted better than the food

✧ now, you injury doesn't matter, injury is still very risky for humans, he'll just be more worried if it's deadly one

✧ he's definitely not leaving your side, be it when you're alive or a ghost, he promised himself to always have an eye on you

"Hey... I brought your favorite snack... I thought we could... eat together or... appreciate it... however it wouldn't sound..."

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✧ Belphie is kinda simoliar to his third brother with it... why go outside and risk your life when you can sleep?

✧ you literally don't have to worry about him because he not only sleeps through whole days but also keeps you trapped so you can't go in the city, the only source of news for you is tv and media

✧ so when you heard cafe's are opening again as Devildom have calmed down... you thought it could be nice to go back to your dates!

"Uhh... it's so early... didn't that demon hunter just kill someone 2 days ago? ... Maybe 2 months, same thing... let's sleep together, it can also be a nice date..."

✧ you'll literally have to force him to go outside, not because he's scared but because he's lazy, and looking at how it ended... he'd actually prefer if he was stubborn enough to pin you to bed and not go out...

✧ because when you went outside, he just saw blade in one second and your injury in another

✧ no matter of your injury is deadly or not, he'll throw his fists at the one who caused it

✧ he's having flashbacks now and trust me, he'll go all the way out, especially with deadly injury

✧ he looks so scary and ready to kill, but once you're alone, he breaks...

"I'm so sorry... I'll save you in another life, I promise... Believe me, I or anyone won't hurt you once..."

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@miya-akane - come get your sleepyhead~

✧ Diavolo just wanted to see human world, he didn't expect there was still something like 'demon hunters'. And even if, he made sure to disguise as human well!

"Well isn't that nice... You certainly have quite a culture! What do you recommend we visit?"

✧ apparently tho, it wasn't good enough because in one second he was sharing a donut with you and enjoying the time, and in another he saw you getting in front of him we someone swinged their sword right through your stomach

✧ if you didn't end with deadly cut and more of a warning one, he'd manage the situation, it was just the attack from surprise that caught him off guard

✧ he chooses to try persuading them first but if that won't work, he'll only break their weapon and eventually knock them down, not wanting to cause too much damage

✧ poor boy will be like a puppy following you around because he feels guilty for this whole situation

✧ but if you did end up with deadly cut... he feels like he failed. Failed as your partner

"I'll do better from now on... I promise."

✧ his heart was telling him to get vengeance but his mind was telling him to wait... so with small sadness he tried persuading this demon hunter to give it up but when it obviously doesn't work, he will 'accidentally' finish their life

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✧ you decided to accompany Barbatos with his tea shopping in human world, thinking it could be nice to spend some time together and learn a thing or two about tea

"Now we'll be heading there. I know it seems like shady place but believe me, it's actually the opposite. It'll be best if you see for yourself."

✧ but he for one had a bad feeling about it... he tried keeping his guard up but in one moment, when he was checking what's tea made of, he let his guard down...

✧ he just heard you bumping into his back, making him turn around, realizing he was lost in his thoughts for a little while

✧ he'll be so relieved when he sees you with just a little scratch and makes sure to scare the demon hunter you're dealing with, be it with his appearance or be throwing them into wall, it all depends how cooperative they'll be

✧ but if you ended up with no chance of living, he wouldn't care to scare them off and would rather immidietly end them, apologizing while reporting to his lord for what he did

"How can someone so careless even call themselves a good butler... Eh... maybe I could mess with time again... just a little bit..."

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[nanomooselet]

Elendira the Crimsonnail (II)

It's within your right to care not at all about any defence I mount of Elendira in Stampede. This is profoundly not my wheelhouse and I'm no fan of the creepy little girl archetype myself - but I think she's not going to stay as she is forever, and I think she serves a thematic purpose. Whether that justifies the new backstory for her is, of course, up to you.

Right. I'll need to start with the fact that in Stampede, Knives hates women. Oh, certainly Knives attacks and kills a lot of people - after all, his stated goal is the genocide of the human race - and many of his victims are men, since they typically make up the majority of fighting forces. But with them he's eliminating a threat. He's efficient about it. They're dead or at least incapacitated before they know anything. Think the Plant technicians, the MPs in July, the patrol officer outside Jeneora Rock.

It's when he targets women that he's hateful. Rosa's people didn't have to die like that. Knives drew it out for fun and let Rosa live with witnessing it. Similarly, he hated Luida so much he went for the throat bare-handed. He didn't get to Meryl, but Knives was so determined to harm her that it took Vash a few tries to redirect his attention while she fled. Let's also not forget that his abuse of Vash is centred around trying to destroy all influence Rem, a woman, had on his brother. Knives is openly contemptuous of human women in a way he simply isn't with men - Meryl is a "disgusting parasite", Luida a "witch".

You'd think championing Tesla and the dependent Plants (whom he refers to as female) would check him some - but it doesn't! Because they're defined by helplessness. They can't argue or tell him he's wrong, nor can they leave him or hurt him or take Vash from him. I'm sure he cares about them but, well, he cares about Vash too, and we know how that works out.

And thus of Knives's closest followers, only Elendira is afforded a place among their ranks. No others allowed. I have a feeling it'll be a little more gender-balanced once Legato steps in (he's got an entirely different flavour of hang-up), but that's for the future.

So why is Elendira the exception?

For a start, she's more directly attached to Dr. Conrad than Knives himself. Conrad seems to treat her as his companion or child, though she doesn't seem terribly fond of him or inclined to respect him. She is loyal to Knives, enough to recoil from Vash for being a "traitor".

In addition, she's Knives's partial clone. Knives is extremely self-absorbed, and she does look like he did as a boy. On a creepier note, she looks like Vash, too.

She's also not human. From what I can tell, rather she's a sort of an Independent/dependent Plant, a hybrid of their characteristics. Her body has proportions similar to the dependent Plants when they're unfurled, except on smaller scale and without the "petals" - large head, big eyes, long hands/feet, slender body - and, like them, she lacks sexual characteristics (so, she's arguably not a woman either - but put a pin in that). She can survive outside her case and doesn't need to eat or drink. However, her Gate seems too weak to afford her the toughness and regenerative abilities of the twins. Which probably explains why she reacted the way she did to a relatively minor cut.

I think her genetic makeup might be why she hasn't grown beyond "childhood". She isn't a child, she's a fully-developed adult. It's just that she's got the proportions of a fully-developed adult Plant, which look childish to a human. And might explain why she flat-out murders Roberto for being unable to look past that and see the threat she represents.

Anyway, I imagine, for Elendira, the problem is that the whole fact of her existence brings with it... expectations. The most obvious:

Elendira is almost certainly an attempt by Dr. Conrad to further his "atonement" by recreating Tesla to give her another chance at life. He probably treats her like one, anyway, even if not consciously. (Whether or not she has any part of Tesla integrated into her is an interesting question but not relevant - it's an emotional thing.)

Yet Tesla remains a silent victim. It's her tragedy. That's all she ever got to be and all that she will ever be. Elendira simply isn't Tesla - might even have come to resent Tesla, because this poor little girl no one ever got to know has overshadowed her entire life. She's a sibling El can never surpass. Forever perfect because she never got to be enough of a person to disappoint anyone. It's no wonder Elendira hates being pitied if it means being reminded that Tesla, born an Independent, is a standard she falls short of - but all the ways Tesla was superior didn't save her from the fate she suffered. She isn't Tesla. She can't be Tesla. She refuses to be.

And then there's this asshole.

(Vash is of course the perfect precious boy, but I'm talking from Elendira's perspective.)

We don't outright hear how Knives talks about Vash to his followers, but Elendira gives us a hint. She calls him a traitor and won't allow him to even touch her. We know Knives is obsessed with his twin to the exclusion of anything or anyone else (ask Legato) - and I suspect he sought replacement in his followers… but you know how it is when you're around someone who's really hung up over an ex? (Again whether it's romantic or not really doesn't matter, he's Very Normal etc.) Knives hates every single choice his brother's ever made but it's painfully obvious that he'll never love anyone else. For Elendira, that's another sibling setting a standard she'll never reach in a game she didn't sign up to play. She isn't Vash. She can't be Vash. She refuses to merely be a replacement for Vash, who hurt Lord Knives so deeply.

So fuck all that, right?

Given the scanty details we've been given, I can easily imagine her deciding she won't play anymore. She won't be Tesla. She won't be Vash. Instead, she'll carve out her own identity. Tesla didn't get to grow up, so Elendira's an adult and nobody's victim. Vash is a sentimental idiot, so she's the woman who kills without pity.

I can also easily imagine her going to Dr. Conrad and leaning on him to make improvements after the Punisher defeated her. She already wears lipstick and colours her nails, along with wearing a pink dress - experimenting with her presentation - and uses very adult, aggressively femme body language and articulation.

In short, I get the feeling Elendira dislikes her look as much as the fans do. And she's going to try and remedy it at the earliest opportunity.

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Part I

And one more important detail.

#trigun stampede #trigun meta #tristampparty #elendira the crimsonnail #she's claudia in interview with a vampire basically #unlike poor claudia elendira has options #what a fantastically horrible little family unit #neat how knives tells vash he pities him after elendira reacted to being pitied with homicide

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The shelter of the future [ Part 01 ]

AO3: Part 01

Admin: A short one-shot based on Ruki's DF route. It has 3 parts and I will post next part tomorrow. I present this to my girl Afra @afra-blueraz . We miss you girlie. Please get better soon. We all love you :3. This was requested by @its-irsaa-fyp 😘.

The weather was cold and dark and the rain was getting heavier and heavier every moment. All the people were wearing warm clothes and jackets made of leather and warm wools and continued on their way. Most of the couples used a common umbrella and their hands were tied in each other's hands.

In the middle of a merciless storm and heavy rain, a thin and pale girl was standing next to a shop. Her clothes did not look very warm. The body and all the clothes were wet because of the rain and she was hugging her arms to get a little warm. Her wet hair was falling on her face and water was dripping from the corner of her hair. In the darkness of the night, her face could not be seen well, but if someone looked at her carefully, they would realize that she was crying.

Yui: (Ruki-kun, please hurry. I'm scared. I don't want to be alone. Please come back faster. What will happen if they find us?)

Ruki had stolen the person he loved the most from the Tsukinami mansion and now he wanted to run away with her. Yui had been imprisoned by the Tsukinami brothers for months. Shin had brutally tortured her and her whole body was scarred. Yui had become very mentally unstable and was very scared.

*flashback*

Shin approaches Yui and he slaps Yui so hard that Yui falls on the ground and blood comes from the corner of her mouth. Tears in her eyes and she can't even breathe regularly.

Shin: Do what I said or I will kill you.

Yui could not speak a single word. She had endured all of Shin's tortures and knew how cruel he was and would really kill her if she disobeyed him.

Shin approached Yui with slow steps and while Yui tried to get up from the ground with her weak arms, he pushed her to the ground again. He wrapped his arms around Yui's slender neck and began to squeeze with all his might, but was careful not to break her neck.

Shin: You will do what I said right now or you will never be able to breathe again.

Yui's eyes turned black and she struggled for her life.

Yui: O... O... Okay...

As soon as the word left Yui's mouth, Shin let go of her neck and Yui was panting frantically.

Yui: *cough* *cough*...

When Yui caught her breath, Shin was looking at her expectantly with an evil grin on his face. She stood up with tears in her eyes. Her hands and feet were shaking. She slowly raised her delicate hands and started taking off her clothes. Until she felt the caress of a hand on her bare skin.

Shin: Good girl... let me help you take off the rest.

*End of flashback*

Yui had tears in her eyes as she remembered the bitter memories. She was immersed in her own thoughts and did not notice that people were looking at her. To the lonely girl who is wet and shivering in the rain.

Yui felt the caress of one hand on her shoulders again. But this caress was not familiar. She turned to see a strange man looking at her with concern.

Man: Young lady, is something wrong? Let me help you.

Yui was horrified to see the strange man. She stepped back to defend herself.

Yui: Don't come near me. Do not touch me.

Man: I want to help you.

Yui was scared and didn't know how to react. Without being able to think straight, she started running even though Ruki had told her to wait for him. She ran as fast as she could and cried until she reached a dead end.

Yui sat next to the garbage and hugged her knees. Tears flowed from her eyes and wet her innocent face. She was shaking and crying because of the cold and fear. Her pained face showed that she had suffered a lot.

Yui: Ruki-kun... please... come back...

While she was crying in the dark alley, a man approached her and held an umbrella over her head to protect her from the rain. He slowly began to caress her head and though Yui's attention was drawn to her. Yui looked up and saw Ruki.

Ruki: Yui... I told you to wait for me.

Seeing Ruki, she jumped into his arms without any hesitation and started crying again. She was hugging Ruki with all her heart. It was as if she was drowning and Ruki was her lifeguard.

Yui: Ruki-kun.... *Sob* ... Ruki-kun.... *Sniff* ... Please.... *Sob* ... Don't leave me alone...

Seeing how scared and cold Yui was, Ruki frowned. He considered himself guilty of these events. He should never have left Yui alone in that hellish mansion. He should have gone earlier to save her.

Ruki took off his jacket and threw it over Yui's shoulders and hugged her tightly. He pressed Yui's head to his chest and gently caressed her and kissed her wet hair.

Ruki: Don't worry, Yui. We are not apart. No one can separate us anymore.

Yui relaxed in Ruki's arms and took a deep breath. Ruki looked at the tickets he had prepared. They didn't have much time, they had to leave this city faster. To be with each other and stay together forever.

After Yui calmed down, Ruki gently wiped the tears from her face and kissed her cheek. He helped Yui put on his jacket. And while holding her delicate hand, he held the umbrella over her head and they started to move to escape from this hell together.

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Do you remember when I said in my Headcanons monty turned his mom to diamond by accident

He keeps her statue somewhere safe ( was his hotel ) and cleans it everyday

I'll explain more in detail below,

Ever since he was a kid, he couldn't help stealing whatever he thought was worth keeping. It started off with small things, to the point even irrelevant things too ended up in his hands.

As the kleptomania developed further, it'd get him even more in trouble with his father who already disapproved of his entire behavior.

His mother had opened him the doors towards art ; music, dance, and literature, and his main ideal was Romeo and Juliet, hence the name. And while he was an art enthusiast, it still wasn't enough to satisfy what his father needed of him. His mother would cover for him, much to his father's dismay, to the point he decided to disown his own son.

Sick of his father's abuse and mistreatment, he didn't hesitate to leave as soon as he was told.

Several years later, he chose to return home ;

After getting his hand on the diamond amulet, he thought he might show it to his mother as an achievement. But that wasn't the only aim of his trip ; the one he'd seen first was his father ー sneaking through the kitchen window, he came face to face with him ; quickly grabbing onto a knife, he stabs his father to death.

Now covered in blood, he realizes his mother had been watching. Knowing she already had heart problems, he watches her fall to the ground. He reaches to hold her, and unaware of the full extent of the amulet's power, he turns his mother to diamond. He wasn't sure if her turning this cold was because she was already dead when he held her, or because she had turned to crystal.

But the fact he hadn't much reacted to her death made him think, that perhaps his own heart had stopped too, turning cold, yet shiny and sturdy like diamond, the first part of him to crystallize.

He realized that day that all his ideals relating to people were going to be disappointing anyway ; valuables such as money or jewelry would never really lose value and power ー and if lost, they could always be found again.

Hence, his mentality shifted to mostly caring for this side of him, thus neglecting his artistic side, burying it along with his mother.

He still has her statue intact. Sometimes he still wonders if he had gone to his mother first, and then to his father ; perhaps things would've been entirely different.

The reason he went to see his father first was because he had a specific goal in mind, to take revenge on him, not only for himself, but also for his uncle.

As a child, he had witnessed his father kill his own brother in order to inherit his wine producing company and be its new boss.

Montague's uncle used to be one of the very few people he looked up to aside from his mother, and it was him who had told him about the diamond amulet, as a farfetched fantasy, keeping him dreaming about it over and over.

All these thoughts were intermingled in his mind, causing him to choose revenge before sentiment, making him the legal new owner of the company. However, turning his mother to diamond was an unwanted side effect, leaving him confused about what to do next ー until he thought the loss of both parents would be too suspicious, especially that he had just returned.

He needed to get rid of the evidence as soon as possible.

[ tw for slight gore and accidental cannibalism ]

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He decides to chop up his father's body into reasonably sized parts and turn them to diamond, changing their shapes in order to make them appealing enough.

The only thing he'd been too curious about was his heart. It felt like his true act of vengeance, and the first compulsive thought that crossed his mind was to eat it.

Distraught by his own actions afterwards, it didn't take too long for him to regret, and then continued with his initial plan of burying the evidence and having it spread around. Those cannibalistic tendencies will only show in random impulsive bits, especially after committing a murder.

His only witness had been his mother, just as he had been the only witness of his uncle's murder ー and the two of them will be quiet about them.

#Montague #Fortnite Montague #Montague fanart #Montague fortnite fanart

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Obsession, part 14

"What is happening?"

Helaena watched Aemond grab his guns with one hand while texting with the other.

"Bolton went to her office. She was picking up her stuff."

Aegon walked behind his brother, a sniper rifle strapped to his back. "Looks like I might get to use this baby today."

"I'm getting mom," Helaena said, putting down her yogurt and racing up the stairs.

* * * * *

"I fucking knew it. I knew I should have gone with her. I should have fucking-"

"Stop it!" Aegon snapped. "You can't be with her 24/7, plus she wouldn't put up with it."

Aemond turned to his brother, eye sharp with fury. "You're an expert on my wife now?"

"Fuck off, twat."

"Tell me, what's she doing right now, is she terrified for her life and wondering if she can trust me when I say I can keep her safe?"

Aegon groaned. "You're insufferable. You can't control the world, Aemond!"

Aemond muttered something under his breath that sounded to Aegon like I fucking should, but stayed silent as he drove to his wife's former place of work.

Beside him, Aegon tried his best to appear confident, but he knew that if anything happened to his sister-in-law, Aemond might not recover. He might not survive it with his sanity intact.

Whatever's left of his fucking sanity, fucking control freak.

And Helaena. She would go back to being a timid little shit who spent hours on her spreadsheets and lists and drawing bugs or whatever shit she did instead of starting to blossom as she had lately.

He stopped himself from thinking about how he would react if anything happened to Aemond's wife. As much as he loved Helaena, he didn't understand half the shit that came out of her mouth, but his sister-in-law, he'd had a couple of good conversations with her. She saw through his bullshit and was still nice to him. Probably how Aemond had fallen for her. Because fallen for her, he had. Fucking moron probably didn't even realize it.

It is I who studies history and philosophy, he mimicked Aemond in his mind. Yeah yeah so fucking smart, can't even tell when he's in love. Fucking twat.

If he got his hands on that fucking Bolton bastard, he'd gladly hold him down while Aemond flayed him alive.

* * * * *

"Aemond Targaryen. It's been a while. I'm here with your charming wife."

"I want to speak with her," Aemond said, parked outside the office building.

Ramsay laughed. "Oh no, you don't get to call the shots, boy-o, let me tell you what's going to happen."

"Don't do it, Aemond!"

Aemond's heart nearly stopped when he heard a gun go off after his wife's scream, but then he heard her cry out, "stop shooting her, she's already dead!"

"Next one goes in your gut, pretty girl," Ramsay said. "You are very pretty," he said.

When there was a sound of disgust from his wife, Aemond had to smile. She wasn't cowering. She wasn't pleading for her life. She might be terrified, he admitted, but she hadn't frozen in fear.

"You're going to annul this marriage and marry one of the Baratheon girls."

Aemond laughed out loud, rage going all the way to his fingertips.

"And I'm going to take your wife with me to make sure you do what I say. Because if you don't, she and I are going to have some fun."

He listened helplessly as there was a small struggle, then he heard her screaming again. "Don't you fucking agree, Aemond!"

"I'm coming out with her now. We're going to get in my car and you're not going to try anything or she gets a new hole in her head."

Aemond had parked in direct view of the main doors, but a couple of rows away, by one of the many trees in the parking lot. He had enough cover and the perfect angle, but when he saw the door open he still felt his heart sink.

Bolton had one arm wrapped around her, crouching a little so his head was next to hers, and as Aemond checked his watch, he saw the numbers slowly crawling up.

Good.

He was using her as a human shield, hiding himself against her as much as possible, and he heard Aegon's softly whispered, "fuck".

He crouched down, taking in as many details as he could. Bolton had his gun against her temple. She had a red mark on her cheek, but otherwise seemed unharmed. She wasn't making it easy, dragging her bare feet and throwing her weight around.

That's my girl, he thought to himself. She had to know that Bolton wanted her alive and healthy if he was going to use her as a bargaining chip.

But then Bolton slapped her, and Aemond felt his vision go red with rage.

"Steady," Aegon whispered in his ear.

Fuck steady, Aemond thought, and ran towards his wife.

* * * * *

You saw him then, coming out from behind a tree, and your heart sank. Ramsay Bolton straightened up and began to turn, to aim his gun at Aemond, and you shoved against him with all your might, your feet stinging from the gravel as you pushed. The bullet went high and then you were falling, Bolton's weight bringing you down, your sight blurry as you hit the ground.

There were two more shots, Bolton twitching with each one as you began to crawl away. There was something on your face and when you wiped a hand across your eyes, it came out covered in red.

You felt strong hands lift you off the ground and turn you around, and then you were staring at Aemond, who was turning your head this and that way, squeezing gently down your arms, then sides and hips to ascertain that you were okay.

A car pulled up and you tensed, your fingers digging into Aemond's sweater.

"It's Helaena," he sighed. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you? I know he hit you."

"I'm fine," you managed, before Helaena crashed into you and wrapped you up in a massive hug.

"Hel, what have I said about following me?"

Helaena didn't respond, simply kept her arms around you and you felt tears begin to gather in your eyes.

"You're going to step on him," Aemond warned, and Helaena turned around, looked down at Ramsay Bolton, and kicked him twice. "Clean up," he said, tapping his earpiece. "Let's go home. Where's Aegon?"

"I got the kill shot, baby!"

You turned to see Aegon strutting over, silver hair sparkling in the sunlight.

"I got the kill shot," Aemond corrected.

Three men, including the two that Aemond had sent with you, came around. "We got all of his men, boss," one of them said before Aemond nodded and placed an arm around you to guide you to his car. "We'll clean up. Cops won't be here for another ten."

You stumbled, the pain in your feet sharper now that the danger was over, and when you turned one over to look, there were little cuts and scrapes all over the sole.

"Come on," Aemond said, lifting you in his arms.

"I can walk, Aemond!" you protested.

He ignored you and kept walking to his car. "I know, I've seen you do it."

* * * * *

He'd called ahead to the housekeeper to have the fireplace on and some hot tea. She'd started to shiver on the drive home and gone very silent, and when he tried to remember back to a time when violence and guns had frightened him, he realized he couldn't.

Carrying her into their home, he noticed her hands and feet felt like ice, and took her all the way to their bathroom, took her into the shower himself, let the hot water warm her.

If anything, she started shaking harder, and he ended up sitting on the shower floor with her, letting the heat of the water slowly seep in. He began taking off her clothes and she let him, raising her arms when he took off her sweater. There was blood on most of her clothes, on her skin, and he held her close while he soaped up the washcloth and scrubbed the red spots on her hands and face. He was careful when he went over the two marks Ramsay Bolton had left on her cheeks, felt his face alight with anger when he saw the scratch near her eye, probably from the ring Bolton liked to wear. The ring he had reportedly taken from his father after murdering him.

He slipped off the leggings and underwear, slowly took off her bra, and held her with the water beating down on the back of her neck. She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face into his skin.

"I'm sorry," he said, over and over. How many times had he said it. How many more times would he have to say it.

"I was so scared," she finally said.

He brushed her hair off her face, "I know, I'm-"

"When I saw you burst out from behind that tree I thought he was going to shoot you."

He blinked. "You were scared for me?"

She nodded. "Yeah, and then he started to aim and I had to stop him bec-"

He pulled her against him, his mouth crushing hers, the thought that she could have possibly been frightened on his behalf one he had never considered.

There was a gentle cough at the door frame. "The tea is ready, sir."

* * * * *

"Thank you for everything," Aemond said, his gaze still on his wife.

"Is there anything else I can do?"

He looked up at the older lady and shook his head. "No, thank you, we've got it."

"We are all very glad you are safe, ma'am," she added before leaving.

"Thank you," his wife called out. "Aemond, I can barely move."

He brought the cup to her lips. "You don't need to move, you just need to let me take care of you." She sipped at the sweet, floral scented tea, closing her eyes at the delicate taste.

He'd wrapped her up in a fluffy towel, then in his own heavy robe, since hers was lighter and shorter. While she sipped at her tea and protested that she could do things by herself, he tended to her feet. There were a few scratches and a couple of cuts, but nothing worse, and he thanked every single of the Seven for the fact that she was almost unscathed.

"Do you want to go to the main house for dinner? I know everyone wants to see that you're ok, but if you would rather stay here, I will let them know." The fireplace had warmed her up, the bloom coming back to her cheeks.

She held the tea cup in her hands for a moment. "I think I'd rather go see everyone, if that's okay." When he nodded, she pulled him down to her and placed the cup aside. "Thank you for taking care of me."

He couldn't look at her just then, knowing that he was taking care of her only because she'd been in danger because of him, because of House and family bullshit. He nodded again and made to pull away but she held on.

"Aemond."

"Hmm."

She shrugged off the robe and he couldn't help but look. The towel had become loose around her and as she moved, it fell to her waist. "I want you to make me forget."

He didn't move, eye on her breasts.

"Please."

He looked up then, reached up to cup her face, tamping down on the anger that resurfaced when he saw the marks Bolton had left on her. She didn't need his anger right now. He kissed her jaw, her cheek, brushed his lips gently over the bruises and drew her down to the nest of blankets he'd placed her on.

When she sighed, he kissed her neck, the hollow beneath her throat, back up to her shoulder. "You're so beautiful," he whispered against her skin. "So precious to me."

When he closed his lips around one nipple she arched against him, her fingertips going up and down his arms as he settled his weight between her thighs. He let go of her breast, going back up to kiss her lips. "So brave. So very, very brave."

He shoved down the sweatpants he'd put on after their shower, kicked them off and reached down to guide himself. When he started entering her, she sighed, and he kissed her again. "I would burn down the world for you," he murmured, and filled her completely.

He pulled back slowly, drawing a soft moan from her, and pushed back, feeling the feather light fluttering of her around him. She wrapped her legs around him, her mouth reaching up to his, and he let her take him, let her tongue push in and explore, let her hands tighten on his hair as her hips rocked.

She let her head fall back when she came, the heat of her pulling him along as he let her take him into the darkness.

* * * * *

"He killed her so easily," you said, "she was nothing, just something he used to get to me."

"Did she have family?" Aemond asked.

"An ex-husband she was still in love with. We should let him know."

He nodded, holding you closer. "We will let him know." He kissed your temple, nuzzled your cheek. "How are you, really?" he finally asked.

"How did the guard know the cops were still minutes away?"

Aemond took a deep breath, and looked at you.

"Do you own the local police?"

He smirked. "I wouldn't say we own it."

"Aemond."

"We have a lot of influence over major institutions throughout Westeros."

You rolled your eyes at him. "You own the local police."

"I didn't say that."

"Look, I just need to know. If I'd met Ramsay Bolton out and about somewhere I would have had no idea who he was. I can't live like that, not knowing who is after us."

Aemond nodded. "Fine. We should all talk about what's going on, anyway. I'm sure Helaena has made a spreadsheet about it."

"Come on," you said, standing up from the sofa. "Let's go to dinner."

* * * * *

He watched her while she slept. She was curled up on her side, facing him, her breathing steady.

She was alive, and she was whole and healthy.

He kept reminding himself of that, while the guilt of being the source of the danger she'd been in to begin with wouldn't let him sleep. The knowledge that she'd chosen him, again and again, despite knowing what he was, what his family was, overwhelmed him.

When she'd mentioned having self-defense classes he'd instinctively balked at the idea, but she hadn't backed down and he figured he could get her the best instructors, instead of having her go to some random idiot who could get her injured.

She sighed in her sleep and reached out for him. He felt her small hand on his arm, placed his hand on top of hers. He wasn't worthy of her. Wasn't worthy of her love, that was certain. He didn't know why she wanted him, why she loved him, but it sure as hell wasn't working out in her favor. She'd lost everything she owned, she'd been attacked by a psychopath, she'd become a public figure, which she'd never sought before.

When he looked back at her, he realized she was looking at him. "I can hear the self-hatred from here," she said, and then rose on her elbow. "Come here."

He laid down next to her, and she pulled him over so that his head rested on her shoulder.

I should be comforting her, he thought, but as she stroked his hair, he closed his eye and let her soothe him. He felt the first tendrils of sleep drift over him and for once, didn't fight against it.

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[jaycewrites-192000]

Heartbreak

Summery: Little sis experiences her first heartbreak and doesn't come home. How will the twins react?

Paring(s): Platonic!Nahoya Kawata x Platonic!Reader x Platonic!Souya Kawata

Rating: SFW

Warning(s): Angst(happy ending), harsh language, two-year timeskip, no one dies

While the Kawata twins were protective of their younger sister, they could not control her every move. They had no real say in what their sister did in her personal life, especially when it came to her romantic relationships. But that doesn't mean they wouldn't step in whenever they felt that their sister was being taken advantage of.

However...when they did eventually have to step in, they wouldn't have until it was too late...

"A date?"

A tall male tilts his head, his scarred lip slightly pouts in concentration. "You actually let your sister go out with someone?" He laughs. The young man from across the counter readjusted his hair net, already feeling a headache coming along from how tightly it pressed his blue curls to his scalp. "Hakkai, I can't keep my sister from dating someone." He turns to meet his eyes. "But I'll kill him if he hurts her." His voice deepened into a more intimidating one.

"Hey! Hey! You're starting to sound like me, little bro!" His older twin spoke up from one of the tables he was cleaning. "W-well, I think it's great that you're so trusting of her." A blonde male said nervously. "Of course we trust her Takemitchy." Said the younger twin. "But that don't mean we trust who she's with."

"Damn right!" His brother yelled. "I can tell that motherfucker got tricks!"

"Smiley, don't scare the costumers." The blue hair twin says calmly. "But yeah, I agree."

"Then uh...why not stop her?" Takemichi asks. "If you have a feeling he might pull something?" The younger twin leans on the table. "We tried. Then sis got all up in our faces about it." He explains. "But that's what happens when you fall in love with someone. You'll defend them to your last breath, even if they treat you like shit. As her brothers, we can only do so much. She's our family, but family can break apart when it comes to stuff like this. So we're taking a step back...for now."

"Angry, you want him dead just as much as I do, yeah?" Smiley asks. Angry nods. "But we promised not to get involved." Angry further explains. "Not until we're really sure about our suspicions. We might end up doing more damage."

And that's how it was from the start, the twins agreed to stay out of it. They would only get involved if their sister told them just what was happening, and if not that, if they saw it happen for themselves...

Later that night, the twins were awaiting their sister's return. She should have been back hours ago, it didn't help that she didn't so much as call or text either one of them. Now their frustrations turned into worry and concern.

"Still nothing." Angry said as he moved his phone away from his ear. "You?" Smiley shook his head, his grin haven faltered. "Nope. Looks like we're gonna have to take matters into our own hands." Angry nods, the hand that he held his phone shook as he placed it back into his pocket. Without another word, the twins left their home, and hurried onto their bikes. They raced off into the night, in search of their little sister.

The very first stop, was Y/n's boyfriend's home. Smiley and Angry didn't need to find out from her just where he lived. They knew it as soon as they started dating, because of course they did. Why wouldn't they? As overbearing as it was, they were grateful for their paranoia and suspicions in the long run.

The two hopped off their bikes and walked up to the entrance of the house, Smiley banged on the door. "Tanaka! Get your ass out here!" He yelled, not caring if he was disturbing the neighbors. After a minute, the two could hear the door unlocking, opening to reveal Y/n's boyfriend, Tanaka.

"Oh shit-"

"Yeah you better believe oh shit." Smiley grabbed his shirt collar and dragged him as he walked, Angry was quick to follow. "Hey man! Wait a second! Just wait-" Smiley threw Tanaka up against a near by wall, still clutching onto his shirt. "Where the fuck is our sister? Huh!?" Smiley yelled, grinning, teeth bared like a feral animal.

"And I suggest you answer quick, motherfucker. My little bro is getting antsy." Angry glared at Tanaka, tears brimming his bright blue eyes. Tanaka raised his shaking hands defensively. "I-I don't know man!"

"Wrong answer!" Smiley delivered a strong left hook to Tanaka's face. Blood dribbled down his face from the sudden impact, Tanaka whimpered in pain. "Last chance! Where the fuck is she!?"

"L-Like I said!" Tanaka whimpered. "I don't know! She left after I..."

"After you what!?" Smiley growled. "I-I broke up with her! That's all! I swear! I don't know where she went! I swear!" Smiley yanked Tanaka off the wall and threw him down to the ground. Tanaka groaned as he hit the hard ground, he curled in on himself, incase Smiley continued to beat him.

Instead Smiley stormed back to his bike. But before Tanaka could rest, Angry crouched down to his level, in a soft voice he said. "If I catch you around her again...I fucking kill you. Got it?" Tanaka nods furiously, blocking his face from any blows that he might receive from the blue hair demon.

The twins head back home, hoping that in the time they were gone, their sister would have return. To their surprise, they saw their leader leaning against his bike in front of the house. The twins parked before approaching him. "Mikey-Kun? Why are you here?" Angry asks. Mikey smiles. "Just dropping off your little sis."

"She's here!?" Smiley gaped. "Yeah, Emma brought her back to our place. She looked in pretty bad shape. Something happen?" Mikey asks. "Her piece of shit boyfriend dumped her." Angry answers.

"Yikes. I suck at relationships, good thing she didn't tell me anything about it. I would be no help at all." Mikey laughed.

"Thanks for bringing her back. We owe you big time." Said Smiley.

"Don't think nothing of it. Just helping out some friends." Mikey got on his bike. "I'd go easy on her, see you around." He said before driving off. The twins looked at each other before heading inside.

They walked to their sister's room and knocked on the door. From inside came a faint, "come in". The twins walked inside her room, their sister was laying in bed, covers up over her head. Angry was the first to speak. "Hey, you alright sis?" He asked softly. There was no answer. "We know what happened." Smiley said next. "Just so you know, we took care of the bastard."

Y/n poked her head out from the covers. "You kicked his ass for me?" She asked. The twins nodded. "Damn right. He broke our sister's heart, he's lucky we didn't kill the fucker." Said Smiley. Y/n smiled slightly. "Thanks you two. I just...I just don't know what I did wrong. I was so good to him. And he just dumps me out of nowhere!"

"Asshole." Smiley muttered. "He doesn't deserve you sis. You are way too good for the likes of him. He was a pussy anyway."

"Smiley's right. He didn't even put up a fight. He practically pissed himself when he saw us." Said Angry. Y/n chuckled. "He did, huh?" She sat up and wiped her teary eyes. "He never was much of a fighter."

"He couldn't protect you while we weren't around. You're better off." Said Smiley. "Eh." Y/n shrugs. "I got you two to protect me until I find someone who actually has some balls." That made the older twin laugh. "We'll make sure you pick the right guy next time." Said Angry.

"Oh no. You guys will chase everyone I meet away! I'll make that choice then let you guys make your examinations afterwards."

"You won't like our opinion either way." Angry muttered. "Hey as long as you don't kill them." Says Y/n with another shrug. "No promises." Smiley tells her.

"How about we take you to your favorite arcade? Will that cheer you up?" Angry asks. Y/n nods her head. "It would." Smiley pats her head. "Alright then, first thing tomorrow we'll go. Until then, get some sleep." The twins started to walk out of the room.

"Hey, you guys?"

The twins turned back.

"Thank you, I don't know what I'd do without you both."

The twins both smiled. "Anytime sis."

#nahoya kawata x reader #nahoya kawata #souya kawata x reader #souya kawata #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader

[starheirxero]

See, I genuinely thought, Solar's death broke me-

NOPE, IT WAS EARTH AND LUNAR'S REACTION, BECAUSE BY GOD, THIS AMOUNT OF EMOTIONS SHOULD BE CONSIDERED ILLEGAL- MY POOR HEART-

Earth's everything broke me! Kat did such an outstanding job!! Earth finally cracked under the pressure… She's been trying so hard to keep it all in, to solve it herself quietly, and now her entire world is shattered, because her best friend is dead, and she may never see him again! This was a full on mental breakdown, and I swear, I was crying till my hands were shaking- The way her voice cracked, and got louder and louder, yet she still felt the need to apologize for not holding it together, as if she wasn't in the right to mourn, to grieve, as if she didn't just lose her brother. Because that's what he always was, even, if he didn't see himself that way! He was their big brother, and their anchor! He just never took the title, because he was afraid to intrude, to hope too much, because he didn't see himself as worth it! Not to forget her fear, that if he were to come back, he might end up like Moon, without memory…

Before that, I almost broke when Lunar fell to their knees- They can't even process it! Both of their siblings were crying, but even when their voice broke, they didn't. Instead, they've been pushed back into the numbness they came back in, trying their best to help out, but not being sure how- Their robotic brain is trying so hard to keep them stable, turning off their feelings by doing so, because the moment they come back, all hell will break loose-

Monty's scene also broke me for some reason- Their immediate reaction to seeing Earth cry, and trying to calm her down- I loved his insistence when it came to Lunar as well, because she likely knows what's going on in their head! They heared them say "I'm okay", and instantly replied with "nope, you are coming with us!"

God, even Sun and Moon… Sun sounds so tired, there's so much grieve in his voice! He's trying so hard to be of help, but he can't, not as long as the wounds are fresh... And Moon, Oh dear- The fact, that he barely even reacted to Eclipse! He sounded so damn exhausted, and so done, telling Eclipse that he can't stop him… Before also admitting, that he saw Solar as a brother, but never said anything for Solar's comfort!

Solar truly thought he was replaceable, thought he wasn't worth what he was worth. Yet so many people cared for him, loved him, and are trying so hard to hold out to hope to get him back! If only he could see it…

-Stardust

RIGHTTTTT??!?!?!!!!??!!!!!???????? HEAD IN HANDS EARTH'S GRIEF ACTUALLY MADE MY CHEST TIGHT I WAS SO FUCKED UP ABOUT IT. THIS IS HER FIRST PROPER LOSS. SHE HAD PLANS WITH HIM. SHE'D JUST BEEN TALKING TO HIM. HE WAS JUST THERE FOR HER!!!! 😭😭😭

AND GHOD YEA. SUN HAVING TROUBLE EVEN SAYING IT AND LUNAR SHUTTING DOWN AND MONTY DOING HIS BEST TO HELP EM AND MOON JUST BEING SO WHOLLY DRAINED. Everyone is going through it and its KILLING MEEEE 😭

AND WITH HOW SOLAR THOUGHT OF HIMSELF IN THE FAMILY DON'T EVEN WITH ME I WILL START BAWLING I'M SO FUCKED UP THAT HE NEVER GOT TO KNOW THE FULL EXTENT OF HOW MUCH HE WAS LOVED. STARTS PUNCHING AIR

#asks #anon #stardust anon #HELL EARTH HELL EARTH HELL EARTH!!!!!!! BURSTS INTO TEARS FOR A MILLION YEARS #IT ALL FEELS LIKE SO MUCH AUGHHHHHH SADNESS EVERYWHERE #sun and moon show #the sun and moon show #tsams #lunar and earth show #the lunar and earth show #tlaes #angst #tsams spoilers #sams spoilers #tlaes spoilers #laes spoilers #caps

[loveheartarthur]

hi, first of all, your writing is MAGNIFICENT and so sweet! Could you write a scenario where young!Arthur and a young!reader do the first robbery together? Or she has a flashback of this memory while she is riding accompanied by Arthur!

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒔 (𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒏!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

𝓑𝓔𝓕𝓞𝓡𝓔 𝓨𝓞𝓤 𝓡𝓔𝓐𝓓! gn!reader . reader loves annoying arthur . siblings robbing a homestead . arthur's that protective older brother . reader almost gets caught . based in 1883 . used red dead wiki so info might be wrong

first impressions can be strange. real strange.

the first time u met arthur, he was sitting in the saloon by himself, drinking some bourbon. u were staring at him, making the grand idea to steal from him! u were a street kid, so u always thought that u knew what u were doing, what could possibly go wrong? and yet, it did go wrong. he caught u. clearly weren't that good at stealing as u thought u were.

and now, u fit in within a small group of outlaws; u, arthur, dutch, annabelle, hosea, ms. grimshaw. luckily, u grew close with each of them but nothing could compare to the sibling bond that u and arthur share with each other.

he was always the grumpy one, u were the one to tease and rile him up quite a bit.

at the moment, ur doing ur absolutely best to convince ur brother than ur better than fine to do a robbery. alone. he always insisted that he came with but today u wanted to prove urself. to him and to the leaders of this gang.

“arthur- 'm gonna be fine! i know what 'm doin'. i can do it on my own jus' fine.” u gently protest with a roll of ur eyes. u knew he meant well but u did have a sort of experience to prove that u can fend for urself in case anything happens. he took no chance, stubborn as a mule he was. he always made u had a sort of protection, that protection that meant he's coming with u. if u like it or not. “that ain't how it works. 'm comin' with ya, y'never know what could happen when yer alone”.

he was always looking out for u. like a safe haven, since u knew that u could count on him for anything, no matter how... odd or strange. he always had the need to check up on u, making sure ur alright. he was more experienced with guns. u were better with knvies. although, he knew how to act quickly in tough situations.. u didnt, at least not yet. he was quick-thinking like that. even though arthur could be.. sarcastic and snarky, u knew he meant well. that's just how he is. ignoring his rough and rugged appearance, he was always kind to u.

“c'mon, trouble. let's get this done. wouldn't wanna get dutch upset.” he says as he begins to walk off to his horse, u got up to quickly follow him. “arth- wait up!”

okay, maybe u were glad that arthur came. if he didn't, who knows who would've help u out of this. u silly fool for almost getting caught.

u and arthur made the way up, down and around this house. getting any valuables u can find. to his dismay, arthur notices another man enter the home, presumably.. the owner of the home. he had a welcome home gift of some valuables missing. before he could react, the the owner went upstairs.

that's exactly where u were. in the master bedroom, looking around and picking up any gold expensives that caught ur sharp gaze. arthur knew immediately what he had to do.

in this present time, ur hidden behind a fancy wooden chair. arthur was looking at u from the doorway, doing his damn best to keep u calm and not let u freak out. even though, u felt ur heart racing in ur ears. ur gaze kept switching between arthur and the owner looking through his wooden drawers, noticing the missing items. u freaked out slightly everytime u heard a stern “goddamnit!” under the owner's breath.

u looked over to arthur who was thinking a small plan to get u out of there without being seen. not too long, he made a "come here" motion with his rough hand as he mouthed "slowly" as he kept his intense gaze on u. life or death situation, u listened. keeping low, u slowly made ur way over to arthur.

all of a suddenly, u took another step and the floorboards creaked. which made everyone stop, like the world stopped moving for a few moments. all that u heard was the stressful breathing of the owner. oh, u knew he was mad. who wouldn't be mad at finding out ur home is getting robbed? fortunately, the man stayed in the bedroom, which had arthur signalled u to continue ur way over to him. u took a few more quick steps and ur safe. after minutes of silence as u both made ur way out the robbery, he spoke. “now i really knew yer glad i came with ya.”

he says with a teasing chuckle which had him received a hit on the shoulder from u, he could be so- “shut up, arthur. we made it, didnt we?” u retorted back, rolling ur eyes once more as a smile creeps onto ur face. “jus' about. we mighta got nothin' if he heard ye creakin.'” he says with a shit-eating grin on his face as he gave a slight nod to ur words.

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #arthur morgan #arthur morgan fanfic #arthur morgan and reader #divider credit to agsthv #arthur morgan x reader

[justagalwhowrites]

i’m interested to see how joel would react to doc getting killed!! or bitten…. i love the angst tbh! 😅 maybe during that awkward time period where they weren’t really talking but still hooking up.. they still loved eachother so much couldn’t say it because they “hated” eachother 😮

OMG Hi Bestie! 

OK so because I'm a masochist (who shares in this fun hobby of tormenting myself with images of pain with someone who shall remain nameless) I've thought about this a lot. Shared below, with permission, is some of the noodling I've done on this topic with the aforementioned anonymous person who likes to give me INCREDIBLY ANGSTY AND DEPRESSING THOUGHT EXERCISES I SWEAR THIS IS A TWO WAY STREET Y'ALL. Please note that none of this is in story format and Doc is she instead of you because that's how I think about the fic in abstract terms? I guess? I don't know lol it's a mess in my head.

ANYWAY 

Putting this below the cut because it's probably a step beyond angst. I cannot stress enough that this is like... super depressing and also COMPLETELY RAW AND UNEDITED, all I did was pull out comments/prompts from the other person out of respect for them. So please limit your judgement as much as possible this stuff is real bad lol 

Below is Joel if she got bit on the Harvard run.

how terrified he was when he thought she might be bitten, how the first place his mind went was "I can kill her and I'll only need to be around for a few seconds after she's gone"If she got bit and he needed to kill her, he'd try so hard to keep it together for her. She'd be low key panicking and be like "Please don't let me turn into one of those things, please just kill me, please" and he'd just brush her hair back and hold her face in his hand all gentle and be like "I won't baby, not gonna let you go through that, OK? I've got you, it's OK. It'll be real quick, won't feel a thing and I'll be right behind you, OK? I'm right behind you, it's OK" and he'd hold her when he did it so she didn't feel alone and he'd keep holding her when he did it to himself, too

If Doc died in the tub the night that Joel left her in the QZ 

Joel is trying to avoid herTommy goes to the clinic that day and she's not there, which he expects because she's not supposed to be there on Sundays, but hears someone say her name and how they aren't sure how they're going to cover everything without her and there's a "...I still really miss her" at the end and he's like "wtf' and so he asks until he finds someone who will actually talk to him and he's like "no, we're old friends, I just haven't seen her in a few weeks, what happened?" and Marta just kinda looks at him like "how can you not know this" and says "She died. They weren't really sure how, if she did it on purpose or if she passed out but she drowned in her bathtub" and Tommy is, of course, reeling because he loved her, too. But he's also like "Oh fuck I have to tell Joel" and he's kind of in a daze and just walks around the QZ for a few hours and he gets home and Joel is just like "the fuck is your problem" and he's like "Joel... brother, you... I need you to sit down, OK? Need you to just... stay calm for me, OK?" and he says her name and then kinda stops and Joel gets this bad feeling and is like "what" and Tommy is quiet and he's like "what, Tommy. What is it. She fuck up something else, what'd she do, what's going on" and he's just like "She's dead, Joel." and Joel is silent for a minute and then asks what happened and how and Tommy really doesn't want to tell Joel what they told him and so Joel just gets up and Tommy tries to stop him and he's like "Don't fucking touch me" and he goes to Andrew's and he pounds on the door until Andrew answers and Andrew looks like hell, he's lost weight and he looks like he's hardly slept and he looks kind of dead in the eyes until he sees Joel and then he just looks like he wants to just set him on fire and he's like "The fuck are you doing here"

and Joel is like "what happened, you have to know what happened, please, fuck, please tell me what happened to her" and Andrew shoves him and just yells "You! You happened, you fucking happened! She died that night you fucking asshole, she lived for you and she fucking died for you, too. I hope you're fucking happy" and Joel is just practically frozen there and just lets Andrew wail on him for a minute before he looks at him and goes "you must fuckin hate me, right?" "Oh I more than hate you you fucking..." "Good. Kill me. Don't... don't care how just... please, fuck just..." and Andrew just kind of laughs at him darkly and says "No, no I'm not doing you any fucking favors, Miller. I have to live with the fact that I left her alone that night. You get to live with the fact that her blood's on your hands." Jess pulls Andrew back inside and Joel just trudges home but Tommy is kind of waiting for him, he's already stashed all the guns and the knives and he got Tess because he knows what Joel is like when he loses someone like thatand Joel only asked Andrew to do it because he couldn't risk flinching again, he had to do it right this time and he goes for where he keeps his gun as soon as he's in the door and it's gone and Tommy is just crying and he's like "Joel, you can't, I'm sorry..." and he's like "Just give me the fuckin' gun, Tommy! I can't do this, not again, I can't, I can't" and he just drops to his knees and Tommy holds onto him Tommy and Tess take turns, he's literally never alone for months. Eventually they think he can be trusted on his own and he's OK for a while but I think it wouldn't take all that long before he's gone, too it wouldn't be as obvious as a gun, it'd be him making a stupid mistake and getting bit or shot or an accident on a job in the qzand all the time in between he'd be such a shell of himself, Tess and Tommy always sharing a look when it's especially bad like "this has to get better at some point, right?"and when it eventually happens, neither Tess or Tommy are ever sure if it's really an accident or not. Joel wasn't really sure either, he just knew that the last thing he thought of was that last morning before Doc flew back to New York where he got her pregnant in the water and her and Sarah made French toast

SO YEAH that's just the most depressing shit in the world lol 

LOVE YOU!!

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #send asks #kit answers #lavender

[sugarywishes]

How did the Aftons react to Evan's death via the bite?

About time I get an angsty question, let's dive right in!!

The Afton Family (we'll get into specifics in a minute)

- Well, it was a death in a established/popular entertainment location. Not to mention a gruesome death, so obviously everyone and their mother not only made several tabloids and news reports, they also interviewed/interrogated EVERYONE AT THE PARTY

- so what a joy it was to not only have the company's name slandered, but your family was constantly harrassed about the whole situation too!!

- Michael and Elizabeth's classmates would always ask them about the incident, to the point where William pulled them out of school for a while

- Their neighbors became extremely nosy abt it as well (asking about funeral plans, if they were gonna have Michael arrested etc) and the family itself was already pretty isolated, so they basically became antisocial afterwards and avoided talking to people

- I briefly mentioned this in the Charlie post, but William was kicked out of the company shortly afterwards (my version of Henry was originally kind of a self-centered, prideful man before Charlie...yk ☹) bc of the bad publicity towards him and the fact it was fucking up the business now (I'll list more reasons in a bit) so now the only friend the Aftons had was giving them the cold shoulder and cutting ties with them to avoid affiliations

Okay specifics time!! (This might be a long post so grab some 🍿)

Michael Afton (not the Michael color, I know, there's no gray!!)

- All Mikey wanted to do was just prank Evan, teach him a lesson for getting him in trouble more than usual.

- Nice going, Michael.

- Oh boy. This guy went to a literal state of shock (I'm talking HE FROZE IN FEAR KINDA SHOCK) as soon as Fredbear's jaw closed

- He didn't even manage to 'wake up' until they were already in the hospital (Lizzie dragged him there)

- and of course Mike was scared and remorseful, his prank was quite literally meant to be a funny haha moment which ended up as him technically becoming a murderer 😭😭

- He nearly vomited and passed out as soon as he heard Evan died

- When Michael returned to school, best believe he lost all his popularity, now everyone knew him as the guy who killed his brother (the other kids involved in the prank distanced themselves as far away from it as possible) and so he became a friendless outcast :(

- Even Jeremy stopped talking to him, mostly because of what Jeremy's mom said about them for clout

- which totally didn't help his now declining mental health

Elizabeth Afton

- Lizzie was actually hanging around the bathroom area talking with Charlie when the bite happened, she would've been too late to stop it anyway

- She literally lost her twin. It's not the best feeling in the world.

- Of course she felt terrible about the whole situation but also,,,a sense of liberation??

- like, the one person who stood in the way of her gaining her father's love is dead. Mike doesn't give 2 shits about Will, and Clara is already in a loveless relationship with him. So now it leaves her as his new favorite

- she surprisingly was able to move on faster than the rest of her family (at least on the outside, as I said she did lose her baby brother)

- but it's not a fun life afterwards, considering she no longer had friends at school now since Will pulled her out quickly (and plus, Henry started cutting ties with the Aftons so now she couldn't hang out with Charlie!!) And again, she started losing her mind just like the rest of the family

Clara Afton

- Girly was just tryna to find a camera in the car outside, she didn't see or hear the bite thankfully (she did have to see the image of her bleeding son being carried out by his father though)

- Evan's death is truly what got her motivated enough to actually start fighting against Will's constant mistreatment of her and the kids

- but of course that doesn't last long. (Guess who ends up in Ballora?)

- because of the news (and more specifically, one particular news article made by a Mrs. Helen Fitzgerald, mother of Jeremy Fitzgerald,,,👀) she was now labeled a neglectful, hosebag mom who was probably in it for those Afton bucks 💸 which ruined her relationship with her neighbors and friends

- Remember, EVERYONES reputation was terribly slandered by the bite (and by the media wanting to cause more drama)

- She was already a stressed out, meek person because of her marriage with William, she got a lot worse after her baby died

William Afton (his is the LONGEST sorry for the text walls)

- He was just about ready to carry out Evan's birthday cake as soon as he heard the screams of terror

- He reacted almost instantly. William is not a very physically strong looking man, but he is powerful enough to break a robot's jaw open.

- He pulled Evan's body out (as best as he could, he was rushing to save him so who knows if some...chunks were still left inside 🤢🤢 sorry for the mental image)

- He didn't acknowledge ANYONE else in the room. And he didn't even have the rest of his family get into the car, he placed Evan in the back with a blanket wrapped tightly around his head and drove off, leaving the rest of the family to find another way to the hospital

- but of course his efforts were all for nothing.

- Everyone kinda expected him to become deranged and violently (publicly) abusive but for a while he was just...numb. and detached from everyone and everything. He wouldn't talk to a single person and would isolate himself in his workshop/basement to grieve

- (he didn't even bother punishing Michael for the accident, which set off a lot of red flags for Mikey who knew that something would snap inside his father soon)

- His already inconsistent sanity started cracking when his name and family were considered pariahs now (thanks a lot Helen for further spreading rumors about them)

- it became even worse when Henry kicked him out (According to Henry's excuses, he knew Will was likely never going to recover from the bite so he might as well give him an 'early retirement')

- (Basically, Will wasn't coming to work at all and wasn't making them money, his damaged reputation would ruin the now shitty rep of the diner more, and bc of the Aftons now being associated with the words 'horrible' 'neglectful' and 'irresponsible' , Henry just decided to tie up loose ends and get rid of him to save face) (Remember that Henry was an asshole and only got to his redemption journey once his daughter died)

- So, great. But what's this?? The closed Fredbear's Family Diner Fredbear animatronic is acting?? Off?? Sort of seems...alive??? You bet it is!!

- And of course, we all know what happens from there.

Thanks for asking! If you want more just ask!!

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WITH YOU | THE DIXON BROTHERS

Was he happy? Definitely not - nobody would be happy to see Merle.

He was more relieved than happy or excited. After a very short distance wanted to turn around and run after Rick's car. The further he walked into the woods, the more he wanted to just leave his stupid brother. Why did he even agreed to all of this? Probably because of shock - his dead brother wasn't dead anymore.

Alone. The word echoed through his mind, settling deep within the pit of his stomach. A tight knot was forming in his gut, twisting his insides uneasily as the gravity of the situation hit him at full force. He heard his brother's steps, but he felt alone. For quite some time Merle was his ghost and nothing changed in this matter.

"Smells to me like a Sawhatcher Creek," said Merle.

"We didn't go west enough," Daryl shook his head. "There's a river down there, it's got to be the Yellow Jacket."

"You have a stroke, boy?" asked Merle. "We ain't never come close to Yellow Jacket."

"We didn't go west," the archer shook his head. He felt something strange, something heavy inside of his body when his brother started questioning his decision. He was used to the group trusting in his abilities by now. "Just a little bit south. That's what I think."

"Know what I think?" Merle stopped. "I may have lost my hand, but you lost your sense of direction."

"Yeah, we'll see."

"What? Do you want to bet?" Merle chuckled.

"Why everything got to be a competition with you?"

"No need to get your panties all in bundle."

Daryl took couple steps after his brother before stopping again. Merle's presence wasn't comforting, everything he was saying was making his body tense. He felt like he was going to be sick. God, if only he had thought about consequences before announcing his departure. If he hadn't act abruptly the way he did, if he had reacted in a calm way, then maybe everything would be different. Maybe his group would still be here. He hated himself for being so emotional. What was Charlie thinking? He said they would see each other again and now he was on the way as far from her as he could. Would she be okay when she finds out that he's gone?

A loud scream made him come back from his thought. "You hear that?"

Enough was enough.

Daryl made his decision and he was already walking in a direction where he knew the prison was.

"They were rude is what they were," Merle called after his brother. "Rude, and they owed us a token of gratitude."

"They didn't owe us nothing," he answered.

"You helping people out of the goodness of your heart? Even though you might die doing it?" Merle asked in angry voice. "Is that something your Sheriff Rick taught you?"

Daryl turned abruptly and spat with anger: "There was a baby!"

"Oh, otherwise you would have just left them to the biters, then?"

"Man, I went back for you!" he yelled, meaning the time he made Rick go back to Atlanta. "You weren't there! I didn't cut off your hand, neither! You did that!" he added in anger. "Way before they locked you up on that roof. You asked for it."

Merle tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. "Now you sound just like that little mouthy bitch. What was her name?"

Daryl clenched his teeth and hands.

"You know which one," he said. "With a curvy body and pretty face. Is she still alive?"

"Stop!" Daryl yelled. "You don't get to talk about her like that!"

Older Dixon took a step back as if he was punched. "Oh...I see. You like her, younger brother."

Daryl said nothing and just turned away, ready to ho back to his group. His family. Charlie.

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CHAPTER 2: Always There to Catch You

" Shouldn't we wake her up? Ask her who she is?? What if she's a threat?... A threat we just let into our home???"

Raph had a point there. They had no idea who they had saved or what she was capable of. Mikey knew Raph could be harsh sometimes- ok, ALL the time, but his bluntness usually stemmed from his being protective of his family. He wouldn't be caught dead saying it outloud, but Raph loved his family dearly.

Mikey remembered a time when he was around 6 and Raph was 9. They were practicing climbing up ropes in Ninja Training. Raph was always the fastest to learn when it came to THAT particular subject. It was almost like the lessons and techniques Sensei taught just clicked in his brain. He was the first to reach the top platform, barely beating Leo. Don wasn't too far behind, and quickly joined his brothers on the top of the 10 foot platform.... But Mikey, being the youngest and having the shortest of limbs, was really struggling. He was about 8 feet above the ground when his strength started to drain from his exhausted tiny body. He tried with all his might to scramble up and join his victorious brothers, but as he reached his hand, he slipped and lost his grip on the rope. Flinging backwards and waving his arms frantically, his descent began. The wind in his face stung as his eyes began to water. Then rather suddenly his form FROZE midair. A sharp, burning pain started to sear his right ankle. Now hanging upside down, Mikey lurched his head to see his ankle had been tangled in his rope.

AND IT REALLY HURT.

Tears streamed down his face as he panicked. His eyes squinted tight trying to ignore the growing burn from his ankle. The rope kept squeezing. Tighter. And TIGHTER. AND TIGHTER. He started getting lightheaded as the oxygen left his brain. The screaming little voice in his head slowly slurred into a fog.

But just as he began losing consciousness, he felt a small hand grab his shoulder and pull him up onto something hard and smooth. Mikey clung to whatever it was, hoping it would save him from the scariness of what was happening. His eyes were still sealed shut as he heard a voice.

" I GOT YOU, BRO!! "

At the familiar sound of his brother, Mikey felt safe enough and opened his eyes. There, between his very tight hold around his neck, was Raph. He had reacted immediately to seeing Mikey in distress. Plus he knew that ankles aren't supposed to be that color.. He climbed down Mikey's rope, pulled him on top of his shell, and began his climb down. However, with the now added weight, it proved too much for Raph, as he too, lost his grip.

Mikey screamed and climbed up onto Raph's face like a koala on a tree in the middle of a forest fire. It was an understandable reaction, but Raph didn't appreciate not being able to see on TOP of sliding down at a faster and faster pace. The skin on his hands ripped and tore as the weaves of the rope sliced into them. But despite the horrible discomfort, Raph didn't let go.

With a loud THUD they had landed back to the ground at the base of the platform. Splinter ran to them and scooped both of them into his arms. ( Much to Raph's chagrin.. Mikey loved it though.)

" MY SONS! Are you alright? Are you hurt? Let me see!"

Splinter gently sandwiched Mikey's face between his hands as he searched for any injuries.

" Papa.. My foot hurts."

Splinter looked down to see Mikey's ankle, swollen in colors of black and blue. As he tended to it, calling Don and Leo to fetch ice from the freezer, Raph stayed close by, hiding his hands behind his back. Raph was always the toughest of his siblings. But no matter how he tried to hide it, he loved his family, and would do anything for them. ANYTHING.

Hope you enjoyed this! Apologies it's so short. :) I'm still working on the story, and I'm pretty new to all this. ;) Have a great day yall!

~ Melissa

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Find A Way. (4/4)

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Rating: E

Tags: season 1, soft!Joel, reader was besties with Maria, idiots in love refusing to admit it, pre-established relationship

Warnings: swearing; character death; spoilers (if you haven't watched the series/played the game)

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three)

Will also be posted on my AO3

Thank you all so much for your support on this story!! I hope you enjoy the finale~~ I have a few more I'm working on but I hit a bit of writers block~ I appreciate all the support you've all been giving me~ 💚💚

A month or so later, you were sitting in the little restaurant with Maria and the baby when a woman came hurrying into the restaurant. She told her friends she'd heard something and they all gossiped amongst themselves. Maria rolled her eyes, she couldn't stand the gossip that would spread around town sometimes. But something they said made her sit up properly, turning to face them. You didn't hear it and the look on Marias face was unreadable.

"I'm sorry, what did you just say?" The woman blinked, not realising who had been sat behind her.

"I… I heard Tommy's brother is back. The one everyone said is no good."

"Now you listen here, Joel is a good man. If we judged everyone based on how they had to survive then Jackson would be empty. Quit your disgusting gossiping and keep my family out of your rumour mills." The women nodded and at least had the decency to look ashamed. Maria sank into her seat and looked at you, she perked one eyebrow as you were apparently frozen in your seat. Your heart raced in your chest. It couldn't be.

"Well. What're you waiting for? Go." You blinked and shook your head.

"We've heard that tip so many times Maria. I can't get my hopes up again." Maria leaned over the table as she watched you.

"I trust this one when it comes to what goes through the gates. She's banging Amy who watches it all." You took a breath and within a second you bolted from the table. Anticipation bubbling sickeningly in your stomach as you scanned the crowds for any signs of him. You turned back to the restaurant and over to the women's table.

"Where?" Was all you said, the women exchanging glances before telling you he was seen heading towards the stables to find Tommy. You thanked them and then were gone. You had no idea what you'd say, what you'd do or how he'd react but you dared hope this was true for once. You were a little out of breath as you ran through town to the stables, scanning everywhere for Joel. You almost gave up hope when one of the stable hands saw you, no words were needed as he just pointed towards one of the paddocks towards the back, probably assuming you were looking for Tommy. You rounded the stables, your heart in your throat as you saw a figure leaning against the fencing. Those messy curls a dead giveaway, his posture was one of someone exhausted in all senses of the word. You inched closer, you had to be sure. A horse neighing caught his attention and he turned his head to the side. It was undeniably Joel. You'd know that face anywhere.

"Joel." You said out loud and his posture instantly stiffened. He heard you but didn't turn around, almost like he was assuming his mind was playing tricks on him. Your feet moved quicker then, running over as you called his name again, louder now. The young girl stood beside him turned to look then looked up at Joel, clearly asking who was shouting him. Slowly he turned around, his eyes landing on you instantly. Your heart felt like it was about to explode, all caution thrown to the wind about how he might react as you practically threw yourself into his arms and held him tightly. Joel curled his arms around you just as tight, as though you might disappear if he didn't. You choked out his name again, leaning back to lift trembling hands to his face. He looked exhausted and there was more grey to his curls and beard but he still looked so handsome. Your hands cupped his cheeks, staring up at him before ducking your head and cuddling against him again.

"I thought I'd never see you again." You admitted, your voice muffled against his shoulder as he slid a hand into your hair, palm resting against the back of your head to cradle you close. He just breathed your name, unable to formulate a proper answer right now as he just held you against his chest.

"Uhm… what the fuck?" Came a voice beside you, reminding you that you weren't alone. You stepped back after a moment, looking at the girl.

"Ellie. This is -"

"Oh shit is this her? The one who you were mumbling about in your sleep?" Ellie looked from Joel to you then back again. Joel nodded a little, introducing you to Ellie properly. You looked up at him questioningly.

"We have a lot of catchin' up to do."

---

You met up with Tommy a little while later, Tommy clearly pleased you two had found each other. Teasing you about how Maria said you'd bolted from the restaurant like a bat out of hell the second you heard Joel was back. He took Ellie back to the house she and Joel would be staying at to give the two of you some space to talk. You took Joel back to your place, he looked a little nervous. Not the confident man who had left Boston anymore. His eyes wandered around the living room, looking at the string of polaroids you'd put up across the chimney breast. Photos of you with Maria, other people in the compound, holding the baby and such. You made coffee for you both and headed out, handing a mug to Joel. You pointed at the polaroid of the baby.

"That's your nephew by the way. They called him Toby and he's absolutely adorable." Joel nodded a little, looking at the pictures of the life you'd slowly built here in Jackson.

"You seem happy here." He commented, looking over at you. You hummed softly, your eyes never leaving him.

"Happier now." You replied, reaching to slide your free hand into his.

"How… why are you here?" He asked, you took a breath and moved to sit down.

"I got antsy back in Boston. I didn't hear from you or Tess and started to fear the worst. I ended up speaking to Marlene and asking where she'd sent you. She told me you were taking something important for her, and after getting her out of the QZ, she finally told me where the drop off was. So I went after you. I… I found Tess. And instantly panicked the same happened to you but couldn't see any evidence it had. So I went to Bill and Frank's hoping they could help." You fell quiet, sipping your drink. "Seems I'd just missed you there as well… so I hotwired a bike from the next town and just hit the road. There was nothing waiting in Boston anymore. I didn't know if you were dead or what. Somehow I ended up a few miles south of here, some of Maria's men found me scavenging for food. Luckily Maria was with them and instantly recognised me. We grew up together." Joel perked one eyebrow slightly.

"Small fuckin' world." You nodded, laughing quietly.

"Small fucking world. She convinced me to stay, Tommy almost lost his mind when he saw your necklace around my neck but I told him I knew you and you'd given it to me." Almost like proving a point, you pulled the necklace out from under your shirt. Joel smiled finally, clearly touched you still had it. "Tommy eventually told me you'd been here months before. And it gave me hope you were okay and would come back." Joel leaned back in his seat, running a hand over his face.

"You risked your life… for me? Without knowin' where I was or anythin'." You nodded, realising how ridiculous it was in retrospect.

"And I'd do it again." You replied softly, your eyes falling to the mug between your hands. Joel shifted slightly, putting his mug on the table as he took a moment to gather his thoughts before he told you everything that had happened since leaving Boston. From being handed Ellie to Tess's death, from Sam and Henry to David and his cult, and finally the hospital and the choices he made. You could see why he looked so exhausted and almost withdrawn. You sighed softly as you watched him, reaching a hand up to gently run a hand through his fluffy hair.

"No wonder you're going grey." You teased, Joel glancing at you as you smiled. "It's a good look though." He snorted softly, leaning into your touch.

"I still can't believe you risked your life to try and find me." He said, his eyes on you as you watched him.

"Come on, seriously? You had to almost beg me to stay in Boston. You should have known I'd want to find you after a while." Joel hummed as he tilted his head, your hand moving from his hair to caress his cheek gently.

"I should have. You never cease to amaze me." He mumbled, tilting his head to kiss your palm. You felt a shiver go down your spine, your thumb running along his cheekbone before you gave into temptation and climbed into his lap. You curled up against his chest, your hands disappearing under his shirt to rest against his warm back.

"I missed you. Every single day." You muttered, resting your cheek against his shoulder. Joel wrapped his arms around you, resting his cheek against your head with a quiet noise. The two of you sat like that for a moment, just relishing in being reunited. Joel was exhausted and had a lot more weight on his shoulders now, you worried he'd keep you at arms length but he didn't. He held you tightly in his arms like his life depended upon it. Eventually he said you name softly, you lifted your head to look up at him, meeting his gaze. Something flickered in his eyes, fears, concerns, exhaustion and something you couldn't place. His lips parted to say something but words seemed to fail him, those beautiful dark eyes just watching you as a hand lifted to gently brush his fingers through your hair.

"I was worried I'd never see you again." He finally admitted, you nodded.

"You have no idea how many times that same fear crossed my mind. That there was so much left unsaid that day you left…" You watched him, Joel giving a slight tilt of his head in curiosity. Even now he was clearly not wanting to be the first to step into the unknown and vocalise his inner thoughts. You leaned up though, pressing your lips against his. Your heart racing as his grip on you tightened, your lips moving together as naturally as they always had. He moved carefully, manoeuvring you both so you were laid on the couch with Joel above you. Always keeping as much contact as possible. The kiss was broken as his kisses moved down along your jaw and he pressed more kisses to the side of your neck.

"I love you." You sighed before you could even stop yourself. Panic shot through you as Joel fell still, his head nestled against the crook of your shoulder. White hot fear burned your stomach that this was all massively misinterpreted until he spoke, you could feel the words as his lips brushed your skin.

"Say it again." He whispered, eventually lifting his head to look at you. You leaned back and your eyes met as your lower lip trembled slightly, lifting a hand to brush it through his hair then cup his cheek.

"I love you." You repeated, your voice cracking slightly. Joel studied your face before leaning in to kiss you, tender and loving. Like he had a few times before back in Boston, hidden away in his apartment as you'd laid in bed together, basking in the afterglow and just indulging in each other.

"I never thought I'd ever hear you say that." He said when he pulled back, his forehead resting against yours. You couldn't help but smile.

"I should have told you forever ago. But… I was never completely sure if you felt the same. Sometimes I'd think you did then others I convinced myself you definitely didn't. But that day you left me in Boston… something told me you did. The necklace you left me, the way you held me as you begged me to stay." Joel hummed softly, tilting his head to brush his lips over yours.

"I have always loved you. I was just too stubborn to tell you or attempt anythin' outside of what we had. Convinced myself men like me don't get the girl." You shook your head as Joel pulled you close once again so you lay against his chest.

"I guess we're both as dumb as each other." You chuckled softly, feeling his fingers weave gently into your hair.

"Oh absolutely. Love can be just as scary as what's out there sometimes. I never wanted to let anyone close after I lost Sarah… but then you fell into my life and my heart just ached whenever you went home. That's why I'd keep you at mine on our down days, even though I was too chicken to tell you. Part of me hoped you knew somehow. Pretty childish for an old man hm?" He chuckled, you smiled and nuzzled your face against his neck, just breathing him in as he held you close.

"Oh it's definitely dumb on both our sides Joel. It took being kept apart for months and the fear we'd never find each other for us to finally admit it. But I think that suits us just fine." Joel hummed quietly, his fingers idly rubbing your scalp as he held onto you. You lay there together for a while, finally reunited and having admitted to everything. Eventually you lifted your head once more, studying his face before stealing a few tender kisses.

"Think Ellie would mind if you stayed here tonight? We have some catching up to do." You grinned a little, Joel humming as he just nodded and instantly pulled you closer.

"I'll make it up to her eventually. I need you." He muttered, tilting his head to kiss you again. Finally picking up where you'd left off so long ago, back in that dreary bedroom in Boston.

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The Monster

I love zombie apocalypse stories with all my cold Grinch-sized heart. So here's one with Zack while I put off finishing the next chapter for 'Where The Angels Fall'. I might turn this into a full fic at some point, I am undecided. 

CW: weapon imagery, violence, blood, gore, murder, injury, death, language, creepy men

Fun fact; bleeding, thirsty, and hungry is the perfect combination for an untimely and irritated death. 

Whether it be by infection or the infected. Starvation or dehydration. It is much easier to die now than ever before.

Especially when you've been kidnapped by a group of assholes who keep looking at you like you're a piece of meat.

The assholes in question, unsurprisingly, did not have the courtesy to wrap the bleeding wounds on my head or my leg. The bullet still lodged in my thigh had been the only reason they were able to catch me. 

There are six of them, huddle around their fire and arguing in hushed tones. Their conversation picks up and it seems like three of them want to let me go. The other three want me dead.

They are yelling now, "You want to let her go after what she did? Are you fucked in the head or somethin', man?"

What I did was kill their buddy after he tried to stab me in the back of looted Walmart. Unprompted, might I add.

The next one to speak up is the voice of reason, unfortunately, he is also the smallest and clearly the youngest. Meaning he will get me nowhere. 

"He was trying to kill her! Did you expect her to just lay down and die?"

"He was your brother, and she killed him!"

"He was completely out of line! She didn't do anything to him!"

At that the man lets out a frustrated noise and swipes a knife off the ground as he makes his way towards me. 

This time he is screaming, face red and distorted with rage, "Why don't we let the bitch choose?"

He puts the knife to my throat and the man who tried to stop him gives me an apologetic look. The others are giddy with the possibility of fresh blood, the question of whether or not I deserve it completely erased from their minds.

"You've got two choices, doll. One; I kill you, right here, right now. Or two: you stick with us, do whatever we want, whenever we want. Like our little pet. What do ya think? Hmm?" 

"I think you should quiet down. Don't want the monster  to hear,"  despite the blade at my throat, I can still hear the taunting tone my voice holds even through the roaring of my blood in my ears.

He laughs, "I think we can handle a couple of infected, hun."

A grin splits my face, "Who said anything about infected?"

I hear the rustling in the woods behind me, and the relief is instant. The monster's presence is overwhelming and suffocating to most, but I bask in it's familiarity. 

"Damn, didn't know I hit ya that hard. What in the hell are you talking about?" Despite himself, the hair on the back his neck stands on edge, and his eyes  dart around nervously. When I look back to his friends, they hold the same looks of terrified confusion. Questioning if I am simply a poor mad girl, or if there really is a presence lurking in the shadows of the trees.

They find their answer when they hear the laughter, "Too late."

They all scramble for their weapons, hands desperate for a gun or a blade. Anything to defend themselves, but he does not give them the chance.

They're dead before the hit the ground.

"Fuck!" The man in front of me reaches for his gun, swiftly turning and raising it.

I react before he can pull the trigger, landing a solid kick to the back of his knee with my good leg.

"Son of a bitch!"

I am on top of him now, the rope he used to keep my hands bound becomes his end. Digging into my wrists as his face turns shades of purple and blue. The choice to leave my hands tied in front of me was his first mistake. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

When I am sure that he has stopped moving, I slit his throat with the knife for good measure.

When I look up he is pressing his boot to throat of a bleeding and battered man. He is still laughing like a maniac. He is a maniac.

I hear the crunch of a windpipe being crushed, and he moves to the last one left alive. A poor terrified soul, surrounded by the blood and gore of those he may have called family.

When I look closer I see the same sad and apologetic eyes that defended me only moments ago.

"Wait," my voice is small and it is more of a gasp for breathe then a word, murder is much more physically taxing then one might think.

The monster looks down to me through crazed and soft eyes, tilting his head. I am able to bring myself to stand, taking shaky steps towards them.

When I reach them, I shake my head, and try to find the breathe to explain myself.

"He... he tried to stop them, he tried to... tried to help me."

I can feel myself slowing, the adrenaline crash making my whole body heavy.

He stares for a moment, eyes flickering between me and the man he so desperately wants to watch suffer.

He grabs the man by his hair and lowers himself till they are eye to eye, "Listen here shithead, that," he raises a hand to point to me, "is my girl, and I swear to fucking God, if I ever see you anywhere near her ever again, I will gut you like a pig. Do you understand?"

The man nods frantically, face covered in snot and tears. He opens his mouth, but all that leaves it are heaving sobs.

The man is thrown back to the ground, "Good, now get the hell outta here."

He scrambles up and stumbles off. Taking an extra second to grab a pack of the ground before disappearing into the night.

Before the man is even fully gone, he is in front of me, a gentle hand cupping my face.

I lean my head against his chest, breathing a sigh of relief, "Zack."

"Hey, sweetheart. You alright?"

"Mhm."

He pulls away a moment to look over my well-being, "How mucha this blood is yours?"

I shake my head, "I'm not sure. Where's Ray?" I expected the young girl to make an appearance at some point, but she was nowhere to be found.

"She's back in the truck, there's a small town we set up in just a little ways back."

I can barely force a nod, there are spots in my vision and my legs shake under the weight of my own body.

I hear him breathe a heavy sigh before I am lifted off of the ground, "Alright, c'mon."

There are spots in my vision again, but this time it is due to the blinding light and not the gash on the back of my head. The gash that I know is no longer open because I feel the stitches rub against the pillow.

When the spots begin to clear I recognize that there is someone above me. A blur of white and yellow and dull blue.

"Hello."

"Hi, Ray."

Her face does not change, it never does. Zack once told me that it never has, even in th time that he has known her, which is much longer than I have. 

"How do you feel?"

It is worded like a question, but her voice does not falter in tone.

I shrug, "been worse, been better."

She nods and places a few pills in my hand, setting water down on the nightstand next to me.

"Thanks."

Once I have finished with the pills I realize that the light in the room is from a real, genuine ceiling light. Not a flashlight, lantern, or fire, "does this place have a generator?"

She nods, "Zack said there's a lot of fuel left in it, and that we'll move on when it's out."

"Where is he?"

"Just out on a run, he wanted to make sure we had enough antibiotics."

I nod as she speaks again, "He was really worried about you."

I cannot help but smile like a child, "Yeah?"

Just as she confirms her statement with nod, Zack appears in the doorway. Signature scowl etched into his face, and as soon as he is close enough, he lands a firm smack to the back of the young girl's head.

"Don't go around sayin' stupid shit like that!"

I chuckle, but Rachel moves on like nothing happened, "Did you get everything?"

He huffs out a breath, "Yeah, 's in the kitchen."

As the girl leaves, Zack begins to look me over. Eyes flitting to the wound on my head, and then on my thigh.

"How're ya feelin'?"

I smile up at him, "I'm alright."

He nods, but he does not smile back. There is something saddening in his eyes, and I recognize that it is guilt.

I reach up to cup his face, and he does not realize it, but he leans into the touch, "How are you feeling?"

There is a beat of silence.

"I shoulda went with ya."

I shake my head at him, "No, Zack, don't do that. That's not fair."

He sighs, pressing his lips to the crown of my head, before resting his chin atop it, "It's good to have ya back."

"It's good to be back."

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[tangledfate]

♥

*gets up on her soap box and taps her mic*

STELLA WASN'T ANYWHERE NEAR AS ABUSIVE TO STOLAS BEFORE HE CHEATED ON HER AS PEOPLE LIKE TO SAY SHE WAS. NOR WAS SHE EVER ABUSIVE TO OCTAVIA, THESE ARE DEMONIZATIONS FROM THE FANDOM SOLELY THERE TO MAKE STOLAS MORE SYMPATHETIC AND HAVE NO BASIS IN CANON!

Now before you run to my inbox and throw your tantrum just hear me out.

Is Stella a villain, yes.

Is she volatile and abusive towards Stolas after their falling out? Also yes.

Are her actions of physically lashing out and plotting the assassination of her soon to be ex-husband at all excusable? OF COURSE NOT.

But none of this is indicative of their relationship or her actions BEFORE Stolas cheated on her. You know what is? OCTAVIA.

Octavia who states in episode 2 that "her parents didn't hate each other". Octavia who goes with her mother on weekends and shows absolutely NO SIGNS of fearing her in any capacity, even when she's screaming at Stolas. It's shown as more of an annoyance than anything. She's not worried that her mother is going to turn her ire on HER because it has NEVER happened.

As a child from an abusive household, I can tell you right now that children SEE EVERYTHING. The MINUTE someone starts yelling, you shut down. You get out of the way, you make yourself as small and as close to invisible as you can because you don't want to be next. Octavia doesn't do this ever in all the time she's shown.

In fact, the blame for the destruction of their family in Octavia's eyes is SOLELY placed on Stolas and this is EXPLICITLY stated in episode 2 when she tells him that "[he] ruined it." Stella and Stolas BOTH worked SO hard to give Octavia a normal life--she is the LOVE of their lives.

Stella was born and bred for one reason, to marry another Goetia royal and sire an heir. Any identity she might have had outside of 'princess' was stripped away from her and her choices were made FOR her. She and Stolas were engaged as CHILDREN, this means she was very likely groomed and educated with the sole expectation to be Stolas' wife. It is LITERALLY all she knows and it's being forcibly taken away from her.

And to not only have NO agency in her life while her husband enjoys a level of freedom she can only dream of, but to be publicly dick-slapped with it in front of her FRIENDS whose opinion of her is solely based on her STATUS granted to her by that marriage--

It's not really a wonder why she's begun lashing out. Are her actions reasonable? No, but they are understandable.

Stolas is no better than Stella. In fact, I will go so far as to say that he's actually worse. He's way more to blame than she is for all of the SHIT going on between them. He reached his breaking point and, with his actions, caused Stellas. We have been shown no indication that Stella was ever unfaithful to him, meanwhile we KNOW he was unfaithful to her. Then he used it to PUBLICLY HUMILIATE HER knowing that he would more or less be FINE.

And when she reacts BADLY, he shifts the blame onto her for reacting in the first place. Even going so far as to insult and ridicule her IN FRONT OF THEIR DAUGHTER whom up to this point, they have likely been nothing but civil in front of. She has grounds for accusing him of trying to turn Octavia against her because THAT'S WHAT HE'S DOING!

And that's another thing! Stella is NOT stupid. Irrational, brash, short tempered; YES, but NOT STUPID. Royals don't tend to be STUPID, they have access to the highest education from day one. She is more likely to be HIGHLY intelligent, exhaustingly so, but likely plays dumb around her brother and others because that's what they want her to be.

She is a social chameleon, her life literally depends on it.

I have said it before, and I truly believe that her wanting Stolas dead doesn't necessarily mean that she actually wants him dead. Death has never touched Stella in any meaningful capacity as far as we have been shown. Stolas being assassinated means "I win" to her, not "he's never coming back" and I think that in the end she'll regret it because it will do the one thing she's MOST afraid of.

It will push Octavia away.

#{ hc ;; stella } #defiedfate #the whole-ass book that no one asked for but I will scream from the fucking ROOFTOPS