#by a friend he'd made swear he would destroy them

[alastorsfuckassbob]

You're Never Fully Dressed-

Alastorxfem!reader

oh boy everyone's favorite! Please I have never written before, I just figured I'd give it a shot it was 1:35 and I was not feeling sleepy so an hour later here it is, its not edited so SORRY ABOUT THAT- all of my friends are normal and would definitely not proof read this hot garbo!

Basic Plot!! Yikes another song fic i know i KNOWW, the reader knew our good pal Al in her life but oopsies he "left" her (he died duh) and now shes taking a sad hot girl bubble bath to reminisce!!

Lyrics are bolded, past events Italics for the most part.

ALSO Please DNI if you're a minor k thanks bye!! You are responsible for your own internet consumption, so here are the warnings! If you don't want to view that ✨dont✨

Warnings include:

-Swearing

-Violence

-Alcohol Use but not abuse! (its hell duh)

-Abusive Relationships

-Slight Innuendo but not a strong one!

-Angst

The fire danced, flitting left and right. It was different than any other fire set in hell, it wasn't meant to hurt anyone or destroy anything. It was just a small flame, melancholically melting the dripping wax down the white lilac scented pillar. Floral scents were hard to come by unless you made them yourself, it was hell after all, its not like theres a flower garden planted on every corner. The candles single wick didn't produce more than a drop of light. It just flickered every now and then, entertaining its own little lonesome sway. Your demeanor softened as you looked at it from the petal filled bath you currently resided in.

Oddly you felt at peace, understood, almost comforted. You had learned to dance the same way it seemed. You caught yourself when you fell, twisting and turning to please an audience. It was a cruel existence. At least the flame looked content in some way, at least it would never know what it was like to contort under the will of another. Yet it was still a light in darkness, shining for no other reason than to survive...All it could ever do was take, even if it didn't want to, fire needs to burn. To burn it must destroy. You sighed sinking deeper into the bubbly water. You didn't want to think about your past. Not anymore. You didn't have to anymore anyway. Life had not been kind to you and that constant displeasure followed you through your death and into the pits of hell. Funny how suffering could follow biting desperately at your heels and the man who was so "desperately" in love with you in life just couldn't find it within himself to stay...God you sounded bitter. To be fair you were. After all he had ruined your life and he didn't even know it...It wasn't that bad was it? You probably would still be in hell regardless, even without his "involvement" or lack of- you had always been a sinner. It wasn't worth it to be upset, not anymore he's most likely dead, you definitely are, whose to say if he'd even wind up down here. You paused a moment, laughing at the silly conclusion overthinking had led you to.. no that fucker is definitely in hell. Sweet as he was up front, he had a dark side that went much deeper than his soft exterior could cover. You closed your eyes..

1923- Central New Orleans

Suddenly it was 1923. The flower lined streets of late spring in New Orleans. His smile never wavering as he dragged you from store to store. As your dear companion, and biggest supporter, he had asked you to assist him at the radio station. Now that you had finished school you would need a job anyway. You'd always had a beautiful voice and a knack for writing. It just made sense. His hand squeezed yours lightly pulling you from your thoughts. In his hands, he held a burgundy day dress and a matching bow.

"Darling, would you try this on for me? I believe it is high time you were rewarded for all of your hard work. I believe you would simply sparkle in this color"

You smile softly at his gentle tone, taking the delicate dress in your hands. You find yourself caught in his eyes. It feels like you two are the only people on the planet

You feel the familiar sensation of tears on your face, you open your eyes again, you hadn't realized you'd started crying.

you let out the shrill scream you didn't know you were holding in. the fluke of champagne you had so tediously been savoring since you began your bath cracked slightly. You downed the rest of the glass, and grabbed the bottle sitting lazily on the floor. You didn't want to think about him or your life anymore...but it consumed you. You had so many more important things to fret about in your..current..environment. Songs to sing, bitches to kill, people to fuck. A grand glorious array of newer shinier problems, and yet you were stuck sulking about the past. You take a deep breath shaking slightly despite the warm vanilla scented water surrounding you. You remove your hand from the water motioning to the shadow hiding behind a vase (of no more than slightly wilted roses). It slinks forward at your beckoning, climbing to the white marble countertop of your vanity, it clicks the worn down knob of your rickety old radio. light jazzy music trickles out and fills the air with lovesick nostalgia you weren't entirely prepared to let in. No matter what he had done...you would always fall back to him. Even if he was nothing more than ill-fated failed fourteen year "endeavor". fourteen years is quite a long time, even if the majority of it was spent more or less platonically. You really did love him. Love doesn't always follow those that leave, you are testimony and truth to that. You let your mind wander guided by the static filled notes of the radio.

Hey, hobo man

Hey, Dapper Dan

You've both got your style

But brother

You're never fully dressed

Without a smile!

Even through the shudder of the static, it really did sound like him. Despite being the "host" of the station. He had his fair share of performances. For such a Hell bound soul he had the voice of an angel.

You close your eyes once again and allow the melody to take you back to an easier time.

1926- New Orleans, Your apartment

You sing along with whatever tune the radio gives you. You're at peace, simply existing for no other reason than to be with your friend.

"Dance with me my little canary, your voice lights a fire within me"

He pulls you in by the waist. His hands splayed across your hips holding them with a gentleness you'd never expected him to hold for you. He leans his head down against the yours and places a chaste kiss on your forehead

"Alastor" you giggle, the sensation tickling you slightly. "You are quite ridiculous"

"Ridiculous?" he feigns hurt. "My darling I am so far from ridiculous the word does not find sense within my ears" he spins you around and into his chest, you roll your eyes ignoring his antics

"Dearest are you aware you are speaking with the future of radio?"

"The future of radio? Please Love, don't jest. The 20s surely have more in store than you" You laugh into his chest and he shockingly laughs with you.

Neither of you know it but you are both so drunk on the sound. To you, his laugh sounds like the swift church bells that used to ring throughout your home town whenever someone got married. It feels familiar and yet like a distant memory. It makes you want to hear it over and over again until your ears stop working, and even then you'd settle in just fine feeling the vibrations of his chest. He sounds like home. To him, your laugh sounds like the rushing creek and smooth algae covered stones resting deep beneath the trees draped in Spanish moss of his mothers cabin in the woods. Just hearing your laugh he can feel the spotted sunlight speckling his freckled face underneath the big willow tree. You sound like home. Everything about you- it felt like home to him. His hands were crafted to hold soft curves of your body. His ears were made to hear your voice and your voice alone. You were purpose, his home. You don't know it, but it is that realization that sparked the idea of marriage into his heart.

That fire was put out not long after.

You at least had those nine years as his friend, three years as his "copain" if you will- and two years as his fiancée...and so many years alone. You only spent 14 years in the company of this man. You had lived before knowing him a good 17 years, and a good long bit after.

Why were you so stuck?

You hum along subconsciously, the objects in your bathroom begin to glow a familiar pink, levitating slightly in the air as you continue to hum. Your ability isn't weak by any means, but for some reason you were. You were nothing in comparison to hells overlords, especially the newest trio of Vs. Your power is so deeply connected to your voice, how can you hold power when it doesn't belong to you anymore? You drift back to the memory of your arrival. Scared, alone, dressed a great deal less than modestly, and equipped with nothing more than a pair of horns, some wings you couldn't quite use yet, and a thin devil like tail. It was only your third hour in hell. You didn't understand the rules. You were playing a twisted game in which you didn't realize you were just another piece of.

Shock can make a person anxious and fear will make them stupid. He was tall and smelled distinctly of cigars, soured whiskey, and something pungently sweet you couldn't name. It burned your nose as you inhaled it. You would become well aquatinted with the smell of lust in the years to come, you just didn't know it yet. It seemed innocent at first, just a simple contract, no different than a job. All you had to do was sing and dance at a club, in exchange for safety. But it was different and it wasn't innocent. He was cruel and yet no different than so many of the men you had dealt with in life. He agreed to your terms of anonymity and thats about it. You had your private life and his life. Valentino never played fair. You didn't know that yet, and now you're hells favorite sinner, a least no one knew it was you. If he had asked you another day later you would have realized you could have probably fended for yourself, with some difficulty anyway. At least you wouldn't have to be in this mess. You wouldn't be fucking six people before noon. You wouldn't be constantly covered in bruises and scars...Maybe you could have found him, Alastor that is. Maybe you could have at least been friends again. Its silly to hope for anything more since your romantic relationship ended...✨the way it did✨

Your clothes may be Beau Brummelly

They stand out a mile

But brother

You're never fully dressed

Without a smile!

1931- New Orleans, The river

The two of you sit beside each other in a small wooden row boat. Your hair is tied back with your signature crimson ribbon. He fiddles with the pocket of his jacket. The Louisiana soundscape of crickets, frogs and running water accompanies your conversation. Fireflies light up the air, almost bringing the stars down to your fingertips. With a buzz and a gentle green glow, the small creature lands on your hand. Your smile leaks wonderment and Alastor can hardly contain the love he feels for you.

As a Radio Host, he is quite agile in the way of words, yet something about you has him constantly at a loss. He takes a deep breath, unsure of what to say his voice wavers as he begins to speak.

"y/n, I want to thank you for the effect you've had in my lif-"

"My love look at the stars!" You didn't mean to cut him off, Your arms stretched upwards your face turning to meet his. The stars were so much brighter then they were in the city, it was only natural for you to be excited

"Yes doll, I see them, they're the same as they were last night and many many nights before hand"

You let out an impatient huff

"that doesn't make them any less beautiful." a mischievous glint hides in your eyes "now wouldn't it be so dreadfully terrible if I got bored looking at you just because I've already seen you before?" You fake a yawn and look at him eyes seething with boredom

"It would be so dreadful considering I was about to propose to you"

There is no other word to describe what you felt other than shocked. You had been an item for quite some time, but you never figured he would stick around (and "seal the deal" if you will).

Tears begin to run down your face rambling small words of agreement and love. You had never expected him to..love you that way. He was who he was, a dreadfully popular radio host, and you weren't really anything more than an assistant. People really only listened for him..yet in this moment, he was speaking only for you.

"I love you so dearly my y/n. If life without you exists I do not want to exist through it"

Who cares what they're wearing

On Main Street

Or Saville Row

1934: New Orleans, Alastor's house

The house was empty. He was gone. Fully and truly gone. It had been a year since you'd seen or heard from him and six months since the birth of your son. It didn't feel like your house, it didn't feel like your life anymore. It was all still his. His things still bled into your side of the closet, his last purchase, a book, dust encrusted and unread. The blankets and pillows set on the couch exactly as you both had left them after falling asleep to the rain the night before he left wordlessly. You found yourself sporting one of his shirts more often than your own...until eventually they didn't smell like him anymore. The whole house used to reek of his signature vanilla smell. Theres nothing left here but dust and the crooked board of the desk he insisted he could build himself "just fine".

It's what you wear from ear to ear

And not from head to toe

That matters

1936- New Orleans; ✨that shitty bar you performed at✨

"Get the fuck up you bitch"

You felt his hand tangle in your hair and pull you to your knees. All you could do was groan in pain.

"I'm so sorry it won't happen again I promise"

You mutter almost to yourself. He rolls his eyes shoving you into the counter smashing a glass in the process. Your vision blurs for a second seeing the glass shards decorating your h/c locks in a halo. You feel the blood trickle down your forehead.

"Do you think anyone else would hire you? A whore with nothing to her name and a useless ugly bastard child from god knows who?" You feel angered at his words. Insulting you is one thing, but your child?

But then it sinks in, he's right. The 30s are a sick decade, nothing progressive about them. No one else would hire you. You are lucky to work here..despite it all. You tell yourself anything is better than living on the streets. The mantra doesn't dull the pain but it makes it easier to put up with. You don't have a choice. You have a child to take care of.

"Get rid of him"

you stay silent unsure if you heard him correctly.

"Get rid of the boy. I don't care if you leave him in a box on the street or kill him yourself"

He reaches for a small silver knife under the bar's counter. He places it against your throat.

" y/n..You won't like it if I do it dearest, besides you are saving him the shame of having a mother like you. At least if he's adopted elsewhere he has a chance at a half decent life" he took a deep swig from his un-shattered glass of whiskey, looking at you with such deep distain.

You had never hated anyone the way you hated that man..But he was right. You would never be able to give your baby the best life. It would never get better because you couldn't make it better. So you found a young couple not to far from New Orleans, they took him in, and he got to be happy. he ended up living a successful life. He still is. If nothing else theres that. You know your own misery doesn't automatically allow others to be happier, but at times its what keeps you going.

Your mind is flooded with more and more thoughts. Thousands of little memories pilling themselves on top of you. Who would've thought, even deceased, even owned by Valentino, even trapped in an ever so violent place, the real plight of hell would be your thoughts. You light a cigarette and get out of the tub. You throw on a dark red robe and sit on the vanity's counter to brush your damp hair. The song continues into a jazzy interlude before it reprises again

Your clothes may be Beau Brummelly

They stand out a mile

But, brother

You're never fully dressed

You're never dressed

Without a smile

You stretch out your wings in the mirror, looking at your demonic self. No matter how many times you catch yourself in the mirror, even after ten years of this hellish existence. It still strikes you as odd. You look more or less the same. The same hair color and skin tone, although slightly more grey. The tail was just fucking weird no matter how long you had it. The song erupts into the finale distracting you from your thoughts. You begin to sing along with it, smiling softly. It really does sound like him. The same pink glow takes over the room as well as your body, Your eyes begin to glow that same soft pink, your hair floating above your shoulders.

Who cares what they're wearing

On Main Street

Or Saville Row

It's what you wear from ear to ear

And not from head to toe

You're never fully dressed without a smile

The last line comes out much quieter than the rest. A sense of sadness overtakes you once again as you realize how pathetic this whole night turned out. You'd spent the whole night "Simping", as Velvette would say, over a relationship that ended decades ago. Yikes. The static from the radio clicks up a few notches, You cover your ears at the sudden noise. You quickly reach for the dial in order to turn off the device..And then you hear it. You hear him.

"Dearest.." Its almost unintelligible through the static

You think you've finally fucking lost it. Ten years in Hell and you've officially gone "delulu"...another Velvette saying but it feels fitting.

“y/n.”

He called softly, the static in his voice heavy and nearly unreadable.

You almost didn't believe it.

"Y/n" He repeats the static fizzling out leaving his voice raw and almost natural. Fuck this was real. You didn’t respond. You didn’t know how to. You weren't sure if he could even hear you..how he would respond? Would it be worse if he did? It had been an entire decade since you fell, All of this time- he never bothered to contact you. Why now? Why so much later?... Had he forgotten about you? Did he just..die? You cant discern which is worse...that he had left you and your son and lived a long guilt free life...or that he made no attempt to even speak to you in the decade you had inhabited the same existence.

Ok that was all like exposition and shit..considering part two but I AM VERY TIRED RN

#alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel #fanfic #god this is kinda ass #tumblr is my shit hole and i will scream whatever I want into the void #lol what even is this #alastor died oops #y/n #y/n fics are my last mental defense before massive decline

[blackopals-world]

One Tragedy After Another

Special Forces!Yuu x Rook Hunt

A look at the past in a now-distant world.

Warning: Blood, death, violence, and general angst

"What have I told you about crying?!" The Overseer yelled pulling them up by the back of the neck.

It was a grueling day of training.

Yuu was given such a simple task one they could do even at that age. But all they did was cry.

"Mama! I want mama!" They cried pitifully.

It had been one week since the soldiers came. The battle had destroyed the village and Yuu was dug out of the rubble. Their mother held onto them even when their home collapsed. But they made it. They survived. Mom smiled her face white from the cement dust. But the soldiers found them. They grabbed Yuu and tried to drag them away.

But mom got in the way.

"Please don't take my baby! I give you anything! I beg you!" Their mother was on her knees as she pleaded for her child. " I can't live without them."

The request was answered with a bang. A gunshot echoed in Yuu's ears.

Their mother wouldn't live without them. Not for a moment longer.

"Please don't make me," Yuu asked again.

"What is this pathetic begging about? You don't beg. Now kill it." The Overseer ordered.

In a cage there was a white bunny rabbit. A creature that he had given to Yuu one month ago to care for. The child had fed, played with and slept with it. They named it Raindrop and I was their only friend. Yuu had thought it was a reward for good behavior but it was a test.

"I'll be good I swear! Please don't kill her." Yuu still begged.

The Overseer snarled and shoved the child to the ground.

"Guard, shoot the damn thing." He ordered.

And once again the sound of a gun echoed in their head.

"You will learn soon enough. All of this is for your benefit. If I didn't care I would have had you shot like that rat or let you go soft."

Yuu was left there on the floor for the entire night clutching their deceased pet to their chest weeping.

"I'm so sorry."

Yuu stalked the halls of the facility. Chasing down the leader of the rebels. The job was clear, kill him. Yuu didn't particularly care about either side in this endless struggle. If he died another likely more extreme leader will continue his mission and then the The Watchtower's leader gets assassinated then the cycle repeats. That how it's been for at least a century.

"Do you have a heart?! Do you even cry monster?!"

Yuu didn't move but they didn't pull the trigger. Perhaps you'd call it hesitation but they were only doing what felt right. Giving a man his last words.

"What are you doing this for? You're a child!" The man tried to grab them and the gun fired.

He was foolish.

To think that...they needed saving. That there was anything left of a child in them.

Yuu didn't fall for sweet words. Fake concern. They knew better. They were all the same on both sides. They all had the goal to take control. Not for any reason but to have the power. That is what powerless people want more than anything. They don't really think of them as children, only pawns. Future martyrs for the cause.

Yuu had heard hundreds of years of those stories of every child fashioned for a cause, every chosen one meant to free them from the hell of war. They all died the same.

But Yuu didn't kill him. Only leaving him with a bullet in his leg. If he was wise he'd fake his death.

Maybe there was a vain hope for a future where there was peace.

"They said that this place used to be a forest. With trees as higher then any building." Lily said as they walked the Waste.

Yuu had a mission to find a target out in the wastelands. Lily was another child chosen for Yuu's role and it was their job to mentor her.

"Shut up." Yuu didn't like babysitting and Lily was not a normal child. She was bright and bubbly. Unsuited for this life and unsuited for war. Her parents were loving and wished for her to have a better life and gave her to the Overseer.

Lily was trusting and looked to Yuu as their older siblings almost instantly. She was also intensely interested in the old world.

"I saw a picture of it though. It was so pretty. When the war is over I want to plant a new forest with lots of trees and flowers." Lily said bouncing on the tip of her toes.

Yuu snorted "When the war is over" what a childish notion.

"Don't laugh, I want you to see it too. A big beautiful forest with animals and flowers everywhere." She laughed hugging Yuu.

Her arms only reached the height of Yuu's waist.

History repeats itself.

"Yuu kill the damn rat." The Overseer ordered.

It was another test but not for them, for Lily.

Another rabbit, the same as the first held tightly in her arms.

"Yuu, please don't!" She begged.

"Overseer, I don't think she's ready. Maybe-" Yuu tried to reason with him.

"Are you questioning me? I said kill it either you do or she does." He said coldly.

Yuu wasn't proud of it but they knew what had to be done. They just wanted to protect Lily.

The picked up the rabbit as Lily frantically tried to stop them and...made it quick. The rabbit didn't suffer.

The Overseer wasn't pleased but he left them alone.

The siblings hugged as Yuu tried to comfort Lily. She wouldn't go through this alone, not like they did. Yuu wanted to keep Lily innocent so she'd never have to kill.

"I'm so sorry." Yuu squeezed her in a tight embrace.

"I forgive you." Lily whispered as her warm tears fell on Yuu's shoulder.

"No no no no no. No No NO NO! LILY! LILY!" Yuu screamed as they ran to her.

Yuu had just returned from a mission. Lily still wasn't ready for this work.

Lily was in the garden. It wasn't a natural one with was artificially cultivated to exist there. Nothing really grew on its own but it was the only bit of color they had out here. Yuu never appreciated it until Lily taught them. Yuu never knew how beautiful a water lily was until they saw one.

"Mom always said that what makes a water lily so pretty was that it grows from the bottom of the lake. It starts in the muddy bottom but it grows out of it to the sunshine. It means that no matter where you start it doesn't mean you can't make it out of the dark places." Liliy said holding the waxy pale flower in hand "That's why my name is Lily."

Lily had to make it out of the dark place they were in. Yuu was going to save them both. They promised it. Yuu had finally made contact with the rebels leader and asked if he'd take them. Anything would keep Lily safe.

But it didn't matter that man. He shot her and left her to die.

"Take this as a lesson. We don't keep traitors. If you had done your job and killed him like I told you this would not have happened. Do not fail again." He said walking away.

Yuu didn't hear him. All the could here was the shallow breaths of Lily.

"Yuu...I'm scared." Tears welled in her eyes

"I know, I know. It's okay." They both knew she was going to die. "Hey, look up."

Yuu held Lily up so her head fell on their chest. Just like when Lily would read while sitting on Yuu's lap and pointed at all the pictures of the world long ago, a world she dreamed of.

The crown of artificial trees framed the sky. A pair of stars glimmer in the dark.

"The wishing star."She whispered.

"Yeah kid...make a wish. I will too." Yuu said.

"I want...want to...see the flowers again." And then she was gone.

"Yeah, let's...go together...I promise." Yuu wept as they closed their sister's eyes.

"I promise."

History always repeats.

Yuu was no martyr and no one would call them a Saint. But since that day they had thought of nothing but revenge. Destroying the Watchtower was the ultimate goal. They didn't care who was good or evil, only that the war ends. Blood was on everyone's hands.

Not that moment had arrived and while the rest of the group went to the capital to take on the main forces Yuu stood before her mortal enemy. The man who raised them.

"Get up." Yuu hovered over the man bleeding.

"You've really grown." He laughed blood dripping from his mouth.

"Shut up! Get up and face me!" Yuu would kill him while he was on his own two feet and looking them in the eye.

"And do what? Beg for me life? I thought I thought you better. You don't beg for anyone." Those early memories flooded back to Yuu and they remembered that same snarl.

"You bastard! You absolute monster-you took everything from me!" Yuu yelled m.

"No, you gave me everything." He said back smiling like he had won and a way he had. Yuu was his greatest creation, his monster. To die by its hand was no different from ending himself but leaving his legacy behind.

"Your right I did. I gave you my life." Yuu could admit it no matter how much it hurt.

"My trust!" Yuu shot his leg.

"My faith! Then the other.

"My love!" Then the arm.

"My fucking name! I gave it to you! I forgot who I was before I knew what I was! And you took her!" And finally the other arm.

The Overseer screamed in agony of every bullet. One for every tragedy.

The death of their mother, their bunny, their innocence, and their sister.

"I took away your weakness and you took my kindness as a threat. Now you want to kill me you ungrateful urchin. I raised you! I am your father!" He yelled writhing in his own blood.

"You made me watch as she...she..was just a child. She was innocent." Yuu said with tears in their eyes.

"She was weak."

"No. She was perfect. I was protecting her from you. From making another monster." Yuu pressed the muzzle of the gun to his forehead.

"Foolish."

"She called for me. She called my name-my fake name when she died. She searched for me. She thought I could save her and I tried. I tried so hard." Yuu continued.

"So foolish." Those were the last words he ever said.

"It should have been me but now it will be you." And the gunshot echoed in Yuu's head.

History repeats itself. It always ends with a gunshot.

But now it would end with a bang. They knew The Overseer had already pressed the button that rigged this place to blow. When you're head of the military you don't get that far without a bargaining chip. He knew Yuu didn't fear death and they both knew that. That's why Yuu sent everyone ahead.

Maybe they made it. Maybe the war was over. Maybe there was hope.

Yuu just didn't want to fight anymore.

With moments left they gazed at the wishing star from the window and thought of Lily.

"I wish I could see the forest too."

And everything went white.

The forest really was beautiful. Everything Yuu had heard.

Yuu layed in the meadow feeling the cool breeze and the warm sun. A bunny rested on their chest.

"What are you thinking about?"Rook pried laying next to them.

"I want to see someone again. I know they are out there somewhere." Yuu said petting their rabbit.

"I know she's out there. She probably still thinks of you and loves you." Rook said reaching out to take Yuu's hand. "Until then I'll show every beautiful thing in this world."

"I...I would like that."

#special forces!yuu #yuuniverse #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst rook #rook hunt x reader #rook hunt #twisted wonderland rook

[badass-queer-couples-battle]

Gay wrongs tournament, semifinals of the minor bracket

Propaganda:

For Lord Hater and Commander Peepers :

Lord Hater is the self-proclaimed "universe's awesomest evil-doer", an immature, attention-seeking manchild with electric powers and a short temper. He rules the Hater Empire with Commander Peepers as his second-in-command (technically third, after his beloved pet spider-xenomorph, but who's counting), however it soon becomes *very* clear that the cunning, remorseless, hardworking Peepers is the *real* brains behind the empire. Peepers might be frustrated at Hater's incompetence at times and isn't above manipulating him to reach an end goal, but he'd never dream of usurping him because, well, he's really gay and in love with him (as much as he can be in an early-10s Disney cartoon, anyways). Hater might take Peepers for granted a lot of times, but as his oldest friend and closest confidante he's the one who Hater is closest to. Whether it's invading other planets or kicking puppies for fun, these two are *delightfully* terrible jerks and the epitome of gay wrongs. 

Commander Peepers is both Lord Hater's right hand man in villainy AND his jilted stay-at-home-wife-guy (Also in villainy. Hater is really good at getting distracted from productive and efficient villaining.) Lord Hater was the greatest villain in the galaxy thanks to how well he and Commander Peepers worked as an evil team to run the Hater Empire!

Lord Hater conquers planets and is such an edgy bastard. Peepers is the actual brains behind the operation. Peepers is often pushed aside by Hater, they are besties and yet Peepers is always pining for this guy who will never notice. Peepers is so horribly gay for him if you watch the show he wants his stupid boss so bad. Peepers is so scared of him season 1 but then starts yelling BACK in season 2 and has to deal with him like a babysitter or something and yet STILL idolizes him and that’s just such a fun dynamic. His password is H8RNP33PRS43VR (Hater and Peepers forever). They are so evil and everyone fears them and they are villains and they are gay and the side of the fandom that draws them as a married couple that needs counseling is absolutely correct. The fanart of Hater openly liking him back is wonderful but I swear you don’t even need that. They are so gay and villain you have to love them they are

Villains that conquer planets and do evil stuff, my favourite characters, not really canon but they are the best :)

For Wu Zetian x Gao Yizhi x Li Shimin: (propaganda from previous poll here)

They are in a poly and are so morally gray and I love em. The triangle really is the strongest shape

They're gay because they're all bi (literally in Shimin and Yizhi's cases, kinda more implied for Zetian). Zetian and Shimin tortured a man for information (and also because he tortured them first) while Yizhi cooked back in their apartment. They made a plan to destroy their government and take over instead. Yizhi killed his dad because he was talking shit about Zetian and trying to sway his trust in her (it didn't work lmao). Instead of a love triangle (it REALLY seemed like that was what it was heading towards) they all love each other and would (and have) committed atrocities for each other. There's a whole thing about how they're stronger together (like, metaphorically and on the battlefield (Shimin and Zetian pilot a giant mecha together and Yizhi balances them))

They're a canon polyship who are all a bit deranged and down to kill for their goals and/or to protect bae. Two have tortured a man to death together and came home to the third making celebratory cookies for them. 

What's more gay wrongs than trying to take over your country and torturing a man together

#minor bracket semifinals #iron widow #wander over yonder #gao yizhi #li shimin #wu zetian #commander peepers #lord hater

[mrs-avenger3000]

Seeing Red

Pair: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: After Steve went into the ice, HYDRA took out their frustrations on his doe eyed little sister Y/n Rogers. Now after being experimented on for half her life, she’s back in Steve’s life. She’s a part of the team. A team that included the elusive Wanda Maximoff who just so happened to have saved her life. An accident forced them together, but it seems something deeper, more mysterious, is keeping them together.

Word Count: 2.9K

Warnings: 18+ Violence, fighting, implied smut, kissing, smut, swearing, angst, fluff, soulmate au, PTSD

A/n: I had this idea whilst reading Vampire Academy. I loved the idea of Rose and Lissa’s bond, so I tweaked it a little and turned it into a soulmate story…

Please do not copy my work or repost with the intent to take ownership of my work :) Feedback is as always welcome as are reblogs, comments and likes

1945

Things were never easy for you, you've lived through a literal world war. You lost your boyfriend and then your brother. You had given up at this point. Without your family... what did you really have? Your parents? Dead. Brother? Dead. Your love? Also dead. The only person you had left was Peggy, and she was just as distraught by Steve's death as you were.

Despite this you kept going. You were determined to ensure your brother didn't sacrifice himself for nothing. You had made it your mission to destroy HYDRA. Every fibre of your body burned with pure rage as you saw what they were doing to your home.

You had mixed feelings about Steve's sacrifice. Because yes, he thwarted their plans, and saved millions of lives, but it cost him his life. And it cost you your brother. This was the guy who would light all the candles in your bedroom every time you had a nightmare. He'd tell you that as long as the candle burns, you were safe. He's the guy who nursed you when you were sick. He taught you never to back down from a fight; he is- was the only constant in your life and you miss him terribly.

You lifted your head as you heard the door to your apartment open. You smiled sadly at Peggy. Her eyes were reddened and puffy. It didn't take you long to deduce that she had been crying again.

"I wanted to stop by... to see how you were." She mumbled, her voice slightly hoarse. You sighed, looking at your feet..

"I'm okay." You say, still looking at your feet.

"I wish I could say the same... I really, really do. I miss him so, so much." She sniffles, her eyes becoming glassy. You took a sharp intake of breath, thinking of him always hurt now. You used to think of your brother and be nothing but happy, but now that he's gone, the happy memories hurt because you know you can never experience anymore.

Thinking for a moment, you glanced at the teary woman in front of you, sighing you turned and walked into your bedroom. Pulling a cardboard box out from underneath your bed, you smiled as you saw the black-and-white picture of you and your brother at the carnival. He had face paint on and you had drawn a silly moustache on yourself. Placing the picture in your pocket, you grabbed what you originally intended to and walked back over to Peggy.

"Here, it was his favourite... it... it still smells like him." You whisper, handing her his favourite jumper. You nodded as she held it to her chest, sniffing it slightly. This seemed to make her cry harder.

"Thank you." She whispered as she slipped the jumper on over her uniform. You smiled as she did so. You knew your brother would have married this woman. She was his future, and you understood why. She was a beautiful human inside and out and you felt extreme pride when you refer to her as your friend.

You two sat and talked for hours until there was a noise that had Peggy reaching for her gun. Your anxiety bubbled as you watched her go check it out. You grabbed a knife from the kitchen and gripped it tightly. There was a loud commotion and shots were being fired, the loud bangs echoing through the walls of the apartment. You could smell the burning of... something, as the air suddenly felt warmer. Something was burning. Your worry increased as you heard Peggy groan in pain. The sudden puff of smoke confirmed your suspicions. Your apartment was now burning. "Y/N! RUN!" Peggy yelled as she came rushing into the front room, only to be tackled by a large burley looking man. He pinned her to the ground, and you glared at him.

"Let her go!" You yelled as you rushed over. Before you could get to him, you screamed as the front door was smashed in wood flew everywhere as it splintered off the door. The door crashed to the floor and your eyes widened as more people filed into the room, they were dressed in a uniform, they were soldiers and you then noticed the marks on their uniforms. Your rage soared as the HYDRA men burst into your home. You gripped the knife tightly before going after them. Even though you had no idea how you were going to win against a small army of HYDRA agents, you were determined to win. You punched, kicked, stabbed your way through the agents, but it was no use. One guy punched you so hard in the face, stars clouded your vision and you felt your eyelids become heavy.

The last thing you heard before you faded into the darkness was Peggy's final scream for you. "Y/N!" she yelled as you hit the floor.

HYDRA had got you now. You were theirs. And nothing could be done about it.

Today

The ringing in your ears intensified as you began running through the halls. There was only one thought in mind. "I have to get out." Your feet moved quickly as you rushed down the hall. You were being chased, but you had one advantage your advisories didn’t. During your time in HYDRA, you had been turned into a super solider just like your big brother was before he died.

You saw the wall and something inside you knew that you were only on the second floor. So you braced yourself and launched yourself out of the window. Glass shattered all around you, slicing your skin. Even more so when you landed. You slid across the ground. A cry leaving your lips as you did. You rolled over before you pulled your body up and broke out into a sprint. All you could think about was not getting caught. It didn’t matter about the fact nothing looked familiar, or that your body was begging you to lie on the floor and give up. You didn’t care about the blood that was seeping into your clothes all you cared about was getting away.

You were so caught up in getting away you didn’t pay attention to your surroundings. You slammed straight into a couple. The man’s hands shot out to steady the girl as they looked angrily at you. Until they saw your condition. The noise of the world hit you at once and you kept turning around, your eyes squinted as you looked all around the place. Tall buildings, loud noises. And they’re way too many people. The man came into focus as he gave you a concerned look.

“Can you tell me your name, doll?” He asked, and you squinted at him. Your heart was pounding in your chest so loud you could barely hear anything else. You swallowed.

“Where am I?”

“New York.” He replied softly.

You shook your head defiantly. “No, no, this isn’t New York. I- no!” You grabbed him by the collar. “Where am I!” you demanded as you shoved him backwards before stepping back from him a few steps. His eyes widened as he looked to your left.

“Watch out!” You heard someone new yell. Suddenly, you were encased in a red glow. It’s spirals moving you. Your body instantly warmed, and you strangely felt comfort from this red embrace. But your comfort didn’t last long as a body knocked into you. You both went tumbling to the floor, causing you to groan as you scraped your already bleeding cuts. Despite the pain, you felt insanely warm. You opened your eyes to see a curious and worried green pair staring back. Your heart jumped into your throat as you gazed at her. She was truly beautiful.

You flushed as you realised that she was practically straddling you. Her cheeks turned red as she stared at you. “Wanda!”

That voice.

The girl you now know as Wanda got up and held her hand out for you. You took it. Her touch was warm, and it left soft tingles on your skin and for a second she didn’t let go of your hand. You blushed softly before your eyes widened. “S-Steve?” You whispered softly. His eyes teared up as he rushed over to you.

“Y/n! How? How is this-” you cut him off by throwing your arms around his shoulders hugging him.

“You died! I- I mourned you.” You cried. His tears wet your shirt as he hugged you tightly.

“Peggy… she said HYDRA attacked and took you and she hasn’t seen you since.” He mumbled. You nodded.

“I… I’m like you now.” You mumbled, and he pulled back, cupping your face with his hands as he surveyed you.

“You’re not my little sister anymore… you’ve grown up.” He smiled, kissing your forehead.

“I was so lost without you. When you didn’t come home… when you went into the ice. I thought you died, Stevie.” You mumble, your voice cracking as you started to cry again. He squeezed you and you gasped in pain, causing Wanda to step forward, worry present on her face.

“Steve, she’s bleeding.” Her voice was like silk, so smooth, and yet she sounded so panicked. You glanced up at your brother through heavy eyelids. The exhaustion was catching up quickly, and you struggled to keep your eyes open.

“I… I think I’m going to close my eyes now.” You muttered as the world started to darken. You remember Steve picking you up before your eyes closed fully.

Steve glanced at Wanda, his eyes widening. He scooped her up and held her to his chest. “Let’s get her back to the tower.” He rushed out as he began running.

~/~/~/~

Steve sighed as he watched Bruce work on his little sister, his worry increasing when Bruce pulled out surgical instruments. “Just need to throw a few sutures here, Cap. Nothing too serious. She's lost a lot of blood, so I'm going to have to replace it. I've already started a drip and she should be okay in a couple of hours.” He muttered, focusing on what he was doing. His focus was momentarily taken off you as he heard the door open. He smiled softly when he saw Wanda walk in. She had been feeling antsy ever since she left. She didn’t know what, but something was urging her to come seek you out. The way her heart fluttered when you and her locked eyes confused yet intrigued her. Her eyes widened when she saw Bruce stitching up her side.

Steve have her an exhausted smile as she took a swat next to him. Wanda frowned as she could feel how anxious he was. “You never mentioned you had a sister.” She commented with a snippy edge. He glanced at her, noticing her small smirk. He sighed, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“When I went into the ice, she was seventeen. She’s at least twenty-three now. She should be at least 80. Which means for 80 years she has been in HYDRA’s clutches for decades and I didn’t figure it out.” He whispered sadly. Wanda reached over to squeeze it.

“You couldn’t have known.” She whispered.

“But I should have. I should have known.” He repeated, seeming distraught. Wanda wanted to take his mind off it so she asked about her. It helped distract Steve enough, so he wasn’t constantly hovering over Bruce. It also helped to quench Wanda’s compulsion to ask about you more and more.

“When we were kids, our parents used to take us to this field and there was this tree that Y/n made it her mission to climb for weeks. She tried and then when she did. She fell off,” he chuckled. “She never wanted to get down. My father usually had to climb up and get her.” He smiled at the memory.

“And then our parents died, and we only had each other. And then Bucky. She lost him too. She lost everyone. I’m glad Peggy was there for her once I went under. I always wondered if Y/n had a crush on her.” He joked, causing Wanda to giggle.

Bruce had finished stitching you up. He pulled the gloves off his hands and stood up. “The sedation will wear off soon and I’ve given her some medication to help with the pain.” Bruce smiled.

Steve nodded, his eyes travelling to the door. Bucky walked in, his eyes widening. “Y/n?” He whispered, his voice strained. He looked at Steve and he nodded.

Bucky hugged Steve tightly, laughing in excitement. “I can’t believe it.” He whispered, pulling back.

“Me either.”

An hour later and you began to stir. The pain in your side was bearable, but you could tell it was numbed. “Steve…” you called out, reaching up to rub your eyes. You looked down and saw that the girl who saved you… Wanda was resting her hand on yours. You looked at your hands and then at her before your eyes shot up to see Steve.

“Y/n… how- how are you?”

You smiled. But then your smile dropped. “B-Bucky?” You gasped. He stood up and grinned, walking up to you.

“Hey doll, happy to see me?”

“Is everyone who is supposed to be dead not dead? Is Peggy?”

“No… no she, she died a few years ago.” Steve said sadly. You frowned.

“I’m sorry. Did you at least get some time with her?”

Steve smiled, nodding. “A little.”

That little piece of information made you smile. Peggy had always wished for more time, that was it, and you were glad that they had gotten time together, even if it was only a small amount. Bucky came around and held your free hand. He brought it up to his lips he kissed your hand, and then smiled brightly up at you. "Things haven't been the same without you. I've missed you every day." He sighs, and you cast your eyes over to Wanda. She seemed annoyed. There was a small crinkle in between her brows that gave away her annoyance. You wanted nothing more than to. Make it go away. You pulled your hand from Bucky's grip, a small smile on your face.

"I missed you too, Buck." He frowned.

"What happened to you?" Steve asked, and you sighed.

"Well... since you destroyed HYDRA's plan to blow up the world they were angry with you so they took their frustrations out on me, at first it was purely anger based torture, but then they decided they needed me, so they experimented on me and then once they successfully turned me into an enhanced super solider, they froze me I guess, I don 't really remember much, I woke up a few years ago. It was weird I was the same age, but it was like a million years had passed. The world looks so different now. I- I don't think I'll ever be able to catch up." You explained. They all listened to your story intently. Wanda squeezed your hand as if to remind you that she was still here, or to support you, you didn't know which.

"They tortured you?" Steve asked brokenly.

You looked up at him and shook your head. "I survived, I'm okay."

"You're strong." The girl spoke up. You looked at her and smiled softly. Her eyes captured you as she stared at you. You couldn't find the strength to look away. Her features were soft, her eyes assessing you. There was this connection like there was something about her that pulled you into her orbit. She was truly gorgeous, from her fair skin to her cute button nose. You swallowed. Clearing your throat, you smiled.

"You feeling okay?" She asked, her hand still on yours. Her warmth was comforting.

"I'm as okay as I can be." You say with a smile. She continued to stare until a noise blurted out, causing you to jump. Steve smiled apologetically at you. He then pulled out a small square thing and tapped it. You frowned.

"Yes, Tony. I know. She’s okay.” He said, talking into the tiny magic box.

“I’ll update you on this when she has rested.” He muttered. Shoving the square thing back into his pocket.

A sudden chill wracked through my body and in a second the room had warmed and the chill of the room replaced with a toasty feeling. You glanced at Wanda and saw the red tint in her eyes. You tilted your head slightly, looking at the glow in her irises.

“Your eyes change colour?” You asked.

"A side effect of my power." She said, her hands glowing as she showed me. The red glow is similar to the red shield that encased you earlier, only darker, more vibrant. You looked at her in pure fascination. Your hand came up to touch her glowing hand, but Bucky quickly intercepted grabbing your wrist softly.

"Careful, doll, that energy stings." He said, glancing at Wanda's frown.

"Only when I want them to." She said with a feline smirk. In the split second, she made a decision. A small ball of her power shot out from her finger and slammed into Bucky's hand that was still gripping my wrist. He hissed in pain, ripping his hand away. He started shaking his hand as if it would stop the pain. Wanda giggled as he swore at her.

You grinned at the interaction. Your mind was reeling from today. So much had happened, and there was still so much to learn. You were eager to learn all about this new era, but even more eager to learn about the powerful redhead at your bedside. As if she could read minds, she turned to you and smiled. You smiled back, loving the blissful look on her face. You didn't spare Bucky a second glance as Steve called him over.

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[carlossainzwho]

get him back!

carlos sainz x ex!reader

warnings: not proof-read and swearing

part one | part two | part three | part four below!

now, y/n doesn't care about him anymore

i met a guy in the summer and I left him in the spring, he argued with me about everything, he had an ego and a temper and a wandering eye, he said he's six-foot-two and I'm like: dude, nice try!

she met him in summer, sun shining

left him in the spring, rain pouring

he wouldn't shut his mouth

about all the other girls he could have

such a big red flag,

lied about his height

and a lot more stuff than y/n liked

but in the end

who gives a shit?

but he was so much fun and he had such weird friends and he would take us out to parties and the night would never end another song, another club, another bar, another dance and when he said something wrong, he'd just fly me to france!

but the night outs with him were so damn fun

his stupid friends with their drunk asses

one party after another

and never-ending nights

one party after another

'feeling down, y/n?'

next destination, monaco!

so i miss him some nights when i'm feeling depressed till i remember every time he made a pass on my friend do i love him? Do i hate him? i guess it's up and down if i had to choose, i would say right now,

and so y/n missed those nights

where things would lead to the bed,

but all those times he slept with her friends

could not leave her head

did she really love him?

or hate him?

well...

i wanna get him back i wanna make him really jealous, wanna make him feel bad oh, i wanna get him back 'cause then again i really miss him and it makes me real sad oh, i want sweet revenge and i want him again i want to get him back, back, back

she wanted vengeance

she wanted to kiss his friends, make him feel sorry

but also

she wanted him for herself

she missed him so damn much

she wanted revenge, she wanted his love

she wanted to get

him

back!

so i write him all these letters, then i throw them in the trash 'cause i miss the way he kisses and the way he made me laugh yeah, i pour my little heart out, but as i'm hitting 'send' i picture all the faces of my disappointed friends

'hi carlos'

'how are you?'

'hi bab- oh wait-

you're not my babe anymore'

but i want you so bad

i need you to kiss me and make me laugh

tell me the jokes you tell to her

i want you

come over

here's my address

but oh

goddamn it, y/n

he's not worth anything

your friends will be so disappointed in you

because everyone knew all of the shit that he'd do he said i was the only girl, but that just wasn't the truth and when i told him how he hurt me, he'd tell me i was tripping but i am my father's daughter, so maybe i could fix him!

it was no surprise

that he left y/n

everyone knew he was a son of a bitch

he went with other girls and told her she was the only one

y/n tried so hard

to fix it all, tell him how he'd hurt her

but she was her father's daughter

and her father was no coward

y/n vowed to show carlos what he was missing

oh, i wanna key his car i wanna make him lunch i wanna break his heart stitch it right back up i wanna kiss his face, with an uppercut i wanna meet his mum, and tell her her son sucks, yeah!

f1 car or road car, she wanted to destroy it, destroy him

but y/n wanted to make him lunch, tell him how much she loved him

she wanted to make him jealous, break his heart

but she wanted to be the one

to mend it for him

she wanted to kiss his handsome face

with an uppercut

she wanted to meet his mum

and tell her

how her son is

a

liar

reyesvdec <;/3

monday, 23rd march

hi reyes, can you ask carlos where he is? he won't answer my calls.

Hello love, of course!

He's out with some friends, he'll be back later!

ok!

thursday, 25th march

reyes, where is carlos?

reyes, i think he's with someone else

what do i do?

reyes, please

please?

today, 3:54 am

i hate your son, reyes

delivered

AHH i love the little text messages in the end, idk why i liked writing that so much?? also i think this might be the last part but i'll defo write some more carlos and oscar fics if you're up for it!!

what can i say, thank you so damn much for reading my fics, it means the world to me <3

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[itsmattchou]

zb1’s maknae line rejecting you but later regretting it 🪩

how to be in love with me !

pairing: zb1 maknae line x gn!reader warnings: swearing, this isn't really fluffy. ricky is TOXIC 🆘, jealousy, ricky is a player lol, love triangle shit, yujin is just like me (worse version), english isn't my first language!!! genre: my ridiculous attempt at angst? synopsis: zb1 rejecting you but later regretting it notes: i DO NOT KNOW what i just wrote here. gunwooks is the only one with happy ending bc it's teas ( @teaxeee ) 18th birthday today yayyyy!!!! EVERYBODY SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY. to anon: thank you for your request!!! this was my first request and i really loved it, even though it was kinda hard to write!! i hope you don't mind that the endings aren't happy at all <33

SHEN QUANRUI ricky stared at you from across the hall, laughing and joking around with your new friendgroup. he scoffed in annoyance; he was jealous and his ego was bruised. he gritted his teeth as he watched another boy putting his arm around your shoulder and telling you something that was apparently funny, considering the way you started giggling as soon as his words hit your ear.

ricky only rejected you because he enjoyed the attention he received from others too much- girls and boys were sticking around him at all times, not even trying to hide their romantic interest in him. officially dating someone would've meant that he couldn't tolerate blunt flirting anymore, and he did not want that.

after turning your confession down you started to pull away from him, surrounding yourself with different people, not paying attention to him and not even sparing him a single glance whenever your paths crossed. it helped him realize that he'd rather have you than any of his admirers… but considering the attitude he showed you when rejecting you, you surely wouldn't give him a second chance. it pissed him off.

KIM GYUVIN it was pretty much a dilemma in his case. he didn't think he would ever find himself in some lame kdrama-fit situation like that, but there he was. ricky, y/n and gyuvin- best friends since day one and attached by the hip. but the second romantic feelings got involved everything got messed up- and the friendgroup that once was, wasn't anymore.

gyuvin only rejected you because he knew that ricky was in love with you. while gyuvin too harbored feelings for you, he couldn't bring himself to break his other best friends heart like that. "feelings like that destroy our friendship," is what he said to you, in hopes that you'd understand and maybe just suppress your feelings in order to protect your platonic relationship.

feelings like that did destroy the friendship. after gyuvin rejected you, you reached out to ricky for comfort- and after that it was simply not the same anymore. gyuvin really regretted it. he did not know what he should've done differently in order to save your friendship, but he wish he did whatever it was instead. he not only missed you as his crush, he even more missed you, and ricky too, as his best friends.

PARK GUNWOOK gunwook didn't know much about love. all his life he mostly focused on school and platonic relationships, not really caring about romance. he worked hard to make his always busy parents proud and not cause them trouble and stress; that's why he was constantly at the top of his class, the class president with the perfect record.

you changed that as you transferred schools to his. you showed him that grades weren't everything in life and made him want to discover what exactly romance is; even though it kind of freaked him out. the act of showing your true and vulnerable self to others, that is. that's why he first rejected you when you came forward and told him about your feelings for him, he asked you to please give him time and space to think and collect his thoughts.

you understood and gave him the space he needed. but once gunwook was given the space he thought he needed, he realized how much more he needed you. he only took 2 days to think before he went ahead and confessed to you this time. do you accept?

HAN YUJIN you used to be best friends, known for constantly goofing around with each other. feelings changed, everything changed. yujin had to move away. it wasn't planned for a long time, it was a rushed decision his parents made one tuesday evening, the moving already happening next week. yujin did not know how to tell you about it and he always backed out last second when he was about to; driving you crazy in the process, making you think he was trynna confess to you but ultimately being too shy, which wouldn't be off-brand for him.

so you took matters into your own hands and finally confessing to him, one day before he was supposed to move away. that poor boy was already overwhelmed enough with trying to come up with a way to tell you the truth, he did not need that extra load! thousands of thoughts were rushing through his mind, not a single one sticking for more than a few seconds. and before he could properly process it, the word "no" just slipped past his lips, lingering in between you, causing a deafening silence.

everything went so fast. before he knew it, yujin was on his way to his new home, leaving you and conversations he should have had but didn't, behind. it's not like he didn't feel same way. he liked you, a lot. but it was for the better. he was overwhelmed and panicked. that's what he tells himself at least, to calm his nerves down. he left without saying anything to you and he knows a heart to heart talk is long overdue; but he also knows that he fucked up, real bad.

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[choke-me-joey]

Eddie Munson x fem metalhead cheerleader

Summary: Based on this - how Eddie met his not so typical cheerleader girlfriend and a little exploration of their relationship.

Content warning: 18+ content minors DNI, smoking, underage drinking, drug use, swearing, flirting, smut.

Author's note: Happy Valentines Day! Every year I say I hate it and then get a little sad when I don't get a card or something little so….here is my gift to you because I love you all! This chapter also comes with a kiss on the forehead for you 😘

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

It had been 2 months since Eddie had ended things. 2 months since you had stopped speaking to him, even glancing his way. You'd stopped going to Hellfire, stopped going to The Hideout and you'd even gone as far as to request your seat be changed in Ms O'Donnell's class, meaning you now sat on the far side of the room, pretty much as far as you could get from him. No more whispered exchanges whilst Ms O'Donnell's back was turned, no more quick kisses at your locker between classes, no more smiles across the cafeteria, nothing. There was nothing now.

The guys in Hellfire knew something had to have happened, but weren't exactly sure what. Eddie had changed personalities overnight, now sullen and moody, quick to anger and snap as opposed to his usual clowning around, all lovesick and dopey and full of jokes. Now, honestly, he was kind of depressing to be around.

You were no better off. The cheer squad weren't exactly your friends before, and now you didn't really have anyone to turn to. You got along with everyone, sure, but since Eddie had broken your heart you had become so withdrawn and quiet, your coach had to step in and make sure everything was okay.

Of course it was the usual response that "boys come and go, honey, it's just a high school crush" which made you want to roll your eyes right out of your goddamn head. Your mood fluctuated from sad, to angry, to sad again, and you'd lost count of how many times you'd cried yourself to sleep over the last 2 months, clutching at Eddie's old Dio shirt he'd given you to sleep in a few weeks into your relationship, but never asked for it back. It very, very faintly smelled of him still and honestly it was the only thing keeping you from completely losing it.

Despite how much he had hurt you, and how angry you got at times, it didn't mean your feelings for Eddie had completely disappeared. Of course you still loved him. You had fallen hard and fast for him and that wasn't just going to go away. Ignoring him at school was one of the hardest things you've ever done, but you knew it would eventually ease your pain.

Rumours swirled around the school, as they do. First it was you had come to your senses and dumped the freak, then it was because Eddie had tried to sacrifice you to Satan and scared you off. But the newest one was that Eddie was screwing a girl in the next town over, and you had found out. Turns out somebody had caught a glimpse of the nude Polaroid falling out of Eddie's locker, not realising it was actually you, and the rumour swelled from there.

That damn Polaroid. It had ruined everything. You don't even know where it had come from, any nudes you'd taken of yourself were safely secured in your bedroom, and any nudes anyone else had ever taken of you were destroyed upon breaking up, you'd made sure of that.

But this particular photo...you'd been racking your brain for weeks trying to think how someone could have gotten a hold of it. It was one you'd kept in your room, you knew it was because of the little star you'd marked them all with; you were very conscious of keeping your nudes safe.

Besides, you'd only ever had 2 boyfriends that you'd taken these pictures for, and you'd not even given them to 1 of them. You'd never taken them for any fuck buddies or one time flings, despite being asked. And you rarely ever brought those dudes into your bedroom, except for-

Your heart pounds, and you start to shake.

That motherfucker.

**

Eddie sighed as he pulled up to Chrissy Cunningham's mansion the following Friday night. He could hear the music already thumping away; Chrissy's parents had gone out of town for the weekend so of course, Eddie had been called upon to deal. He fucking hated these things, especially now that he didn't have you by his side. He swallowed hard.

He fucking missed you.

He missed you so much it hurt. Now it had been nearly 3 months since he'd found that photo, since he'd ended things, and he still couldn't get your face out of his head. The way you'd looked at him, the way your voice wobbled and cracked with emotion, and the way you'd hissed at him with a venom he had never, ever imagined you spitting at him.

You hated him now. You didn't even look at him in school, stopped coming to Hellfire, stopped parking your car next to his van, stopped it all.

Was that because you were guilty? Pissed at him because he'd called you out? Or...maybe, just maybe, he'd made a mistake.

Eddie kicked himself mentally every time he thought about it. He let his emotions get the best of him, like always, only this time he'd let the rage take over. That had only ever happened once before and it ended in a broken hand, the other guy's broken jaw and Chief Hopper hauling him into a cell, letting him rot there overnight before Wayne came to bail him out the next morning. Eddie had never felt so ashamed as he did when his uncle had looked at him with that sad, disappointed expression. Wayne never said it, but Eddie knew exactly what he was thinking- he was following in his father's footsteps.

He'd sworn to himself after that that he would never let his rage take over again.

And then you came along, he fell head over heels like never before and when his brain had told him you were definitely cheating on him, that he wasn't worthy of you, that you couldn't possibly love him, and when he read that stupid fucking note that all but, in his mind, confirmed his fears he just lost control.

And now you were gone.

Except you weren't gone, because there you were, walking up Chrissy's front path with a couple of the other cheerleaders, looking as perfect as ever, in leather pants and a cropped Bon Jovi shirt, sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the other party goers dressed in...well, color. Eddie watched as a group of football players met their girlfriends, pulling them into sloppy drunken kisses and grabbing their asses, making the girls squeal and giggle. One football player - was it Johnson? - approaches you with a predatory look in his eye and Eddie doesn't realise he's holding in a breath until he releases it when you completely blank Johnson, shoving past him and into Chrissy's house.

This was going to be a long night.

**

You'd lost count of how many beers you'd drank and how many shots you'd thrown back. And honestly, you didn't fucking care.

You'd seen Eddie's van parked up down the street when you'd arrived; of course he'd be here. He was always expected to show at these parties - it's where he'd make most of his money. The minute you'd seen it, that's when you decided you were going to get absolutely shit wrecked.

That and when Johnson had had the balls to approach you, grinning like the fucking cat who stole one of your nude photos to sabotage your relationship.

You'd kept your cool, you had to. Your spot on the squad couldn't take another fight, or scandal. You had to swallow your anger towards Johnson, that regretful summer fling from last year, and just get on with it.

So of course, you chose to drink. And dance. And smoke. All on your own of course. You know everyone is looking at you, but you couldn't give two shits if you tried.

You stumble out into the backyard, and spot Eddie dealing at the far end of the yard. Fuck it, you think, you want to just let go, and you knew Eddie had the good shit. You inhale and walk over to Eddie as a group of girls leave him. He looks you up and down, concerned.

"Y/N?" He sounds almost afraid.

"Munson." You say curtly and he winces. "Got any pre-rolled?"

"Y/N, I don't think you should be smoking-"

"And I don't think you should be acting like my goddamn boyfriend, Munson, when you made it pretty clear 3 months ago that you thought I was cheating slut!" You snap. Eddie's jaw clenches.

"I'm not selling to you, Y/N. You're wasted."

"And so is everyone else here!" You gesture around, exaggerated by the alcohol. "Don't act all caring now, Munson. Just...don't."

"Fine." He grits out, giving you the pre-rolled joint from behind his ear. You hand him a $20, but he pushes your hand away. "Just take it."

You sigh. "Jesus, look, just take the damn money, okay? I don't expect girlfriend privileges anymore."

"I don't want your fucking money, okay? Just take the goddamn joint, Y/N, I'm just trying to be nice!"

"Well don't!" You yell, a few people glancing over as a silence falls over them. "You broke my heart, Eddie, you don't get to be fucking nice! You never even once gave me a chance to explain-"

"What was there to explain?!" Eddie yells back, taking you by surprise. "It was pretty fucking crystal clear to me, Y/N! And you weren't the only one who had their fucking heart broken, I loved you!"

You freeze, your breathing turning shaky and you blinked rapidly, tears threatening to spill over. You throw the joint at him and turn on your heel, storming back into the house.

"Getting tired of that right hand yet, freak?" A smug voice makes Eddie turn around. He comes face to face with Aaron Johnson, another one of Anderson's idiotic companions. Eddie rolls his eyes.

"You buying or not?" He replies, and Johnson smirks, leaning against a tree.

"You know, if it wasn't for Y/N's shitty taste in music, I probably would have carried on hitting that. She's so fucking hot but I can't be seen with someone who dresses like a satanist, wearing all that demonic shit. My mom would have disowned me. But, fuck, that pussy's second to none, right Munson?"

Eddie's jaw clenches.

"And that body, fuck, it's insane. Glad I found her secret stash of pics and took a little reminder for myself. Came in handy more than a few times." Johnson grins and Eddie's stomach drops. "Y'see, she fucked with our team, freak. Got Anderson kicked off when we were a sure win for the championship, I could've gotten a fucking scholarship. And thanks to her, that ain't happening. So, I just had to let you know what a stupid little slut she is, Munson. I did you a favour."

"You." Eddie grits out. "You did this."

"I did her, too. She really is a freak in the sack, isn't she? Think she's drunk enough to let me fu-"

Eddie's fist connects with Johnson's cheek before he can even finish his sentence. Johnson staggers back in suprise, before returning a blow to Eddie's stomach, and the two begin to brawl, much to the delight of the onlookers in the yard. The news travels fast throughout Chrissy's house.

"Holy shit! Johnson's fighting the freak!" A voice yells from the kitchen, and your head snaps up from the beer you were nursing on the couch in the living room.

You push through the crowd that are now chanting 'fight, fight, fight!' and eventually get outside to the chaotic scene of Eddie and Johnson rolling around on the floor beating the piss out of each other, blood splattering the patio.

"Eddie!" You scream out as he rolls on top of Johnson, driving his fist into his face. He doesn't hear you, blinded by rage. It scares you to see him like this, so, so angry and vicious. Even though he broke your heart, you still cared for him and hated the way his beautiful face was bruised and bloody and curled into a snarl. You run over and grab his arm before he can drive it down again and pull him off of Johnson, but he pulls away from you and dives towards him again. Johnson is a better fighter than Anderson for sure, and immediately pins Eddie back on the ground. "Get the fuck off of him, Aaron!"

"How'd you like the little gift I left your boyfriend, Y/N?!" Johnson bellows, laughing maniacally as you shove him off of Eddie, who coughs and spits out blood onto the patio. "Should have thought twice before you fucked with the team!"

"This is all because of your fucking high school football career?!" You shriek. "Oh my god, grow up! If Anderson wasn't such a pig maybe he'd still be on the goddamn team!"

Johnson gets off of a groaning Eddie, staggering slightly as he grins at you.

"He knows what an easy little slut you are, Y/N, can you really blame him for trying? If you'll let this freak stick his dick in you, you're gonna let anyone do it."

"At least I knew when his dick was in me, which is more than I can say about yours, Johnson." You bite back, making several of the onlookers gasp and giggle. Johnson looks visibly embarrassed and enraged. "I only give my nudes to guys with dicks bigger than 3 inches, you fucking Neanderthal."

Johnson takes a step towards you, but he's quickly restrained by two of his buddies. The wail of police sirens and flashing lights a few streets over is enough for the crowd to disperse; one of the neighbours must have called and reported the party. "Shit," you hiss, helping Eddie up off of the floor and pushing your way out of the panicked crowd. "Give me your keys."

"You...you can't fucking drive, you’re wasted." Eddie grumbles.

"Yeah? Well I bet I can drive better than you can with a busted eye, Munson, so unless you want another run in with Hopper, give me your damn keys."

Eddie sighs and places them into your hand. You wince at the sight of his raw, bloody knuckles.

You help him to the van and buckle yourself in to the driver's seat. "You're gonna need to direct me Mr Here's Another Excuse For You Not To Come To My Place."

Eddie sighs again.

"It's…Forest Hills Trailer Park, you know it?" You nod. Eddie looked almost ashamed. "Of course you do, Hawkins' best trailer trash, drug addicts and drunks all in one spot, I'm surprised they don't charge at the gate for parents to just bring their kids in and show them how they shouldn't end up like this. Like a damn museum exhibit." Eddie mumbles bitterly. You frown, doing your best to concentrate on driving straight.

"Eddie-"

"It's left here."

The 15 minute drive was silent, not even the radio playing, with intermittent grunts or hisses of pain from Eddie. When you arrive at his trailer, you help him out of the van and to the door, unlocking with his keys. You sit him on the small couch.

"Got any frozen peas?" You ask, looking around the trailer at the small kitchen.

"My uncle keeps ice packs just for this very reason. Second drawer."

You follow his instructions and retrieve one, wrapping it in a dish cloth and handing it to him.

"Keep that on your eye. Where's your first aid stuff?"

Eddie places the ice pack on his eye. "Bathroom cabinet, down the hall on your right, but, Y/N you don't-"

But you ignore him and find your way to the small bathroom. Your tummy flutters as you pass by what is obviously Eddie's bedroom, getting a waft of that delicious Eddie smell. You enter the small bathroom and dig in the cabinet and find an old bottle of peroxide, Neosporin, cotton pads and bandaids. You also find a washcloth, soaking it in cold water and squeezing out the excess water. You go back out into the living room and kneel in front of Eddie.

"Chin up." You instruct, and he does, wincing as you gently rub at the dried blood on his face, getting rid of the worst of it before you soak a cotton pad in peroxide. "This is gonna sting."

Eddie sucks in a breath as you dab at the cut on his cheek. "Ow, fuck."

"Told you." You clean it as gently as possible before popping some Neosporin on it and a band aid. You repeat the process on the cut his forehead, lip, chin and his knuckles. “Didnt think you were a fighter, Munson.”

“Oh, I’m Munson again now?” Eddie huffs and you roll your eyes, placing the last bandaid on his knuckle. “Thanks…”

“No problem, it was kind of my fault you got in a fight. I should have realised sooner that it was him.”

Eddie clears his throat.

“Yeah, listen, about that…I’m sorry, Y/N. I should have let you explain. I guess I was just pissed at the thought of you having fucked someone else, even if it was before me.”

“Yeah, you should have let me explain.” you say, your voice a little sharp. Eddie avoids your eyes. “It’s fine, what’s done is done, but…thanks for defending my honour.”

“Just returning the favour, sweetheart. Couldn't have you beating the shit out of another jock, your place on the squad would have been toast."

"Yeah well…" you shrug, stifling a yawn. You glance at the clock on the wall. "Jesus, when did it get to be 3am?!"

"Well you lost about 5 hours getting wasted. I'm suprised you got us back without landing us in a ditch." Eddie smirked and you shoved him.

"I guess the adrenaline sobered me up." You sigh. "I gotta stop going to these parties, especially when you're there. You're the problem here."

"Ain't nothing new there. Go, take my bed, you need to sleep."

"But what about you, Eddie? You're injured, I cant kick you out of your own bed. I can crash on the couch."

Eddie snorts. "Yeah, I'm sure my uncle would appreciate you stealing his spot when he gets in from his night shift in a couple hours. Take my bed, I'll sleep on the floor."

You roll your eyes. You forgot how stubborn he could be.

"Okay fine but um, can I borrow some clothes? Leather pants aren't exactly the comfiest thing to sleep in."

"Sure, come on princess." Eddie leads you to his bedroom, rifling through his messy drawers before handing you a shirt and some boxers. "You can, uh, change in the bathroom."

"Why? Not like you haven't seen it all before." You shrug, stripping off your shirt and pants, standing in Eddie's room in your bra and panties, modesty gone thanks to the alcohol still lingering in your system . Eddie swallows hard, looking away. He doesn't look back at you until you clear your throat. His heart hammers in his chest as he takes in the sight of you in his favourite Metallica shirt and some of his comfiest boxers, taking your hair down out of the band it had been tied up with. You smile at him softly. "You wore this shirt to my house the first time."

"You wore it too," he grins, wincing as his lip screams at him.

"Yeah for like an hour, you insisted on getting me naked again." You giggle, cheeks flushing.

"I am but a man, sweetheart." Eddie holds his hands up in admittance. He quickly straightens up his bedsheets before gesturing for you to climb in. You gingerly do so, part of you so sad that it's under these circumstances that you're in Eddie's bed for the first time, and part of you elated at being surrounded by everything Eddie. You watch Eddie take off his jeans and shirt, gathering a couple of spare blankets and pillows to lay out on the floor of his cramped but cozy room. Once he's readied his bed, he flicks off the light, and a silence falls over the two of you as you both settle into your respective beds.

Your stomach churns with nerves; you hadn't been near him for so long and now he was so close you could touch him, but you couldn't touch him. It was torture and your mouth spoke before your brain could catch up.

"Eddie?"

"Mm?"

"I miss you." You whisper into the darkness. You're not even sure he heard you until you felt his hand, his non busted hand, blindly reach up and feel around for yours. His fingers link with yours and his thumb brushes over your knuckles.

"I'm right here."

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[maochira]

800 follower event: Day 6 (Tabito Karasu x reader)

"Only in the streets of yesterday, I think you can still be heard mocking lovers."

Day 5 (Yukimiya x reader) - event list

Tags: gn!reader x Karasu, best friends to lovers, use of a few swear words, the event is over tomorrow already??

You and Karasu used to be part of a bigger friend group, but slowly all your other friends drifted apart from you after getting into serious relationships until at some point, only the two of you were left. Because of that, you and Karasu used to spend a lot of time mocking them for falling so deeply in love with someone. To you, it always seemed ridiculous and childish. Because who needs love when you can have a friendship as great as this? Who would need some sappy lovey-dovey shit when you have the time of your life with your best friend?

Mocking the friends who found more joy in their romantic relationships rather than in your friend group turned into mocking any couple you saw anywhere, no matter if you walked past one or if a character in a movie you watched together fell in love with someone - the jokes you made were seemingly endless.

But at some point, you started craving the things you and Karasu were making fun of all the time. It wasn't necessarily the super romantic stuff, but mostly you craved being loved like this by someone. That someone happened to be Karasu in your case.

For months, it was a struggle for you to genuinely recognize these feelings and then you had the struggle of talking to Karasu about it. There was always this fear in the back of your head about destroying your friendship or him just laughing at you as soon as you'd confess your feelings to him. That's why you decided to keep silent and wait for the day when your romantic feelings would fade.

But when Karasu's jokes kept getting harsher and harsher, they only ended up hurting your feelings until you couldn't keep it in anymore. "Stop making fun of love when I feel like this about you!" Was what you yelled so he'd stop joking about the couple you just walked by. It was on impulse without much thought, so you regretted it the moment the last word left your mouth. Karasu was completely caught off guard because he would have never expected a confession in a moment like this, but even less would he have expected a confession from you.

After that, everything between you and Karasu was a bit of an emotional roller coaster. You were afraid of destroying the friendship and Karasu was unsure if he wanted to be in a romantic relationship with you. For days, you didn't talk to each other and you were almost certain everything was over.

But while Karasu spent more time on his own instead of hanging out at your place like he usually did almost every day, he realized how he liked you in the same way. His jokes becoming harsher was more of a coping mechanism because he never expected you to like him in this way. He actually always thought you'd fall for someone else one day and leave him behind like all our other friends did. Maybe he always tried to use his jokes as a way to prevent you from falling in love with anyone. But despite that, you obviously ended up falling for each other.

Karasu felt bad for the way he ended up hurting you with his jokes, so he wanted to make it up to you. One day, he randomly showed up in front of your house and instead of ringing the doorbell like any other normal person would do, he kept throwing something at your window. You didn't properly recognize what it was until you looked outside to see him with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. As soon as you opened the window, he threw the item again and you almost didn't catch it. It was a cute crow plushie. When you looked back outside, Karasu confessed his love to you, and he yelled it so loud you were sure half of your neighbourhood heard it. But that's exactly what he wanted: Everyone should know how much he loves you.

And that's pretty much how you started dating. The beginning was a bit cliche and a bit out of character for the two of you because it was just too cute, considering the way you usually acted around each other. But you quickly fell back into that, just the romantic love got added on top. You and Karasu are still best friends, but you're partners as well - and you know you'd never leave the other for anyone else.

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[vimara00]

Hi everyone, It's Vi! 💕 How are you all doing?

These months had been quite hectic and I didn't have enough time to write so I'm very sorry about it. I missed writing for you guys so much! I'll try to update more frequently, ok?

So, I really hope you enjoy!

All characters' reservations to Horikoshi

All lyrics reservations to Taylor Swift

Warnings: none, sad but fluff at the end

Right where you left me

I recommend reading it while listening to "right where you left me" by Taylor Swift

The news about Tenko's family murder and his disappearence were all over the city, but at that time, it seemed like nobody cared enough to look for him except for me. Tenko never really had any friends as everybody made fun of him cause he hadn't manifested a quirk back then, so he'd usually play with his dog and sister. The first time I approached him, it was raining, and he was sitting on a bench crying alone. I stood in front of him with my umbrella, covering both of us, offering a tissue, and I swore I'd never seen such a beautiful yet suffering pair of eyes in my whole life. I didn't know much at my age, but I could tell how much pain he was going through, so I became his shelter, his protector, someone he could trust. At least for a while...

We would play heroes every day at 5 pm on the park near his house so it was uncommon for him not to arrived on time. The last time we saw each other He had to leave early cause his neck was itching too much and he had promised he'll be back with a big smile on his face. I waited for hours but he never showed up. The next day my parents explained what had happened and I didn't want to believe them so I kept going to the same park, at the same hour, every single day with the hope that he'll appear.

They say, "What a sad sight"

I swear you could hear a hair pin drop

Right when I felt the moment stop

Glass shuttered on the white cloth

Everybody moved on I stayed there

Days became months, months became years and I was still longing for him to arrive. All my neighbors gave me their pitiful looks whispering 'what a sad sight' and how I needed to 'gave up and live my life like everybody did'. I also became a urban legend about the heartbroken lady whose cries could be heard at night and be gone by the time the sun rises

Did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen?

Time went on for everybody else, she won't know it

The same bench that we use to share our snacks was now like chains wrapped around my body that won't let me leave.

Tried to study, make friends and fall in love but my mind, my soul and heart stayed at that park

I couldn't understand how someone I knew for so little could have such an impact. Maybe it was my guilt that wouldn't let me forget or the anger I felt towards those who decided to look away when Tenko was desperately asking for help

Did you hear about the girl who lives in delusion?

I used to daydream about the day he'd arrived and that I'd be there for him, forever

I'm sure that you got a wife out there

Kids and Christmas, but I'm unaware

'Cause I'm right where

However, at my twenties I realized that probably won't happen; to think that he may be dead was too hurtful for me so I obligated myself to think he would have someone waiting for him at home and that he'd be given all the love he deserved

When the war break through I stopped attending to the park so I'd prayed he won't appear now that I was gone. After some time, the heroes won and the peace returned to our country. Many city where destroyed and so was the park except for, much to my agony, that damn bench and it seemed like it laughed at me

Almost an year later, it was raining so i took my umbrella with me and went to the park, again but this time, someone was sitting there which was unusual as this part was no fully rebuild. I approched in silence in order to sit but this man probably heard my footsteps and looked up at me. My body had frozen, my umbrella hit the ground and the words won't come out of my mouth. I could recognize those ruby eyes everywhere even if they looked as sad and tired as they did now. Too catch up in the moment and the emotions that came with it that I hadn't realized he stood up and was in front of me

'So you really waited for me...'

My eyes were full of tears and so were his. He grabbed my shoulders delicately as if I was going to break and said 'I'm sorry I made you wait for so long. I couldn't find my way back home to you. I was too lost in hatetred but if you are wailing to be with me, I'll make all these years worth the wait'

And my heart spoke for itself 'I will wait another fifteen years to be with you' as we hugged each other in the rain

After that day, I kept my promise to never let him go and that we would both stay

I'm right where you left me

You left me no, oh, you left me no

You left me no choice but to stay here forever

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Unrepentant | On AO3

"I'm told you've already heard."

Shiro didn't look up from the pieces of Trespasser he'd spread out across the workshop table. It had been too long since he'd taken it all the way apart and put it back together again - not since he'd shown the Young Wolf how to build their own. But he still knew every component by heart. They were solid weight in his hands. Familiar. Immutable.

He heard more than saw Saladin move from the doorway. His cloak rustled softly as he eased himself onto the bench at Shiro's side. "Bad news travels fast," Shiro bit out, to appease him. The half-assembled weapon trembled in his grip, and he hissed a curse under his breath. If he wasn't careful, he'd have to recalibrate the whole damn thing again.

Saladin's hand landed on his wrist and held tightly. "What are you going to do?"

An acrid retort burned in Shiro's throat. "Nothing," he muttered, and that tasted just as bitter as the scathing return he didn't say. "The Young Wolf has already made a vow of vengeance. I won't interfere. Wouldn't be right."

It turned in his chest: a truth he'd known and hadn't spoken aloud. The Young Wolf had been there, at the Prison of Elders, where the Barons had shot Sundance, and Uldren had executed Cayde. The Young Wolf had watched Cayde die. Of course they'd torn off to set the Shore ablaze. It was what any good Guardian - what any good friend - would do. Wouldn't be honorable to disrespect that Vow, but it felt like betrayal anyway.

Saladin was quiet for a long beat. "I don't believe you," he said at last. "He was too important to you for that."

"Cayde was important to everyone."

"Not like he was to you."

Shiro yanked his arm free and turned his attention back to Trespasser. Saladin didn't stop him, though he didn't leave either. They sat in tense silence while Shiro slowly assembled, tested, calibrated, and recalibrated the weapon. Once it was done, he cradled it gently in both of his hands. Same steady hum. Always reliable. His one irrevocable constant.

"Why are you here?" Shiro asked, more roughly than he'd meant to.

Saladin gave a heavy sigh. "You really have to ask?"

"I don't want to talk."

"Neither did I, after Rasputin raised the bodies of the Iron Lords. And I seem to remember telling you the same thing. Maybe you can remind me how well that went."

Shiro avoided his gaze. "I don't want to talk," he said again, as if it would be any more convincing the second time when it hadn't even dented the steel of Saladin's resolve the first.

Saladin's hand fell on his shoulder and squeezed. "I know what it's like to be the last survivor. That grief. That pain. It will destroy you if you let it. You have borne the loss of your entire pack, and now I find you here, alone, with your sidearm in hand. You tell me that you aren't going to pursue Uldren. I'll accept that. Now tell me that whatever it is that you are planning to do won't end with your final death."

The ache sitting heavy in his chest surged and swelled until it exploded in a blinding burst of agony. Shiro snapped to face him, but for all of the fire burning in the heart of his frame, he couldn't break the strangled silence between them. Andal had suffered and died, and Shiro had stayed back and let Cayde swear vengeance against Taniks, because Andal had been the other half of Cayde’s soul, and Taniks was supposed to be dead already. Then Tevis had gone off to the Black Garden on his own without a damn word to Shiro about it - not a warning, and not a goodbye. And he hadn't come back, and Shiro had listened when Cayde had begged him to leave it alone, because they were the last of their fireteam, and because Cayde hadn't sounded so broken since they'd lost Andal. Now Cayde was dead, too, and the Young Wolf was on the trail of his killer while Shiro sat safely in the Iron Temple, drowning in the same useless grief.

He shrugged out of Saladin's grasp and pushed himself to stand. "I've assigned my patrols to a few reliable fireteams. Give my room to whoever wants it. Maybe Marcus Ren. He's sent in more than one request to test Sparrows on the mountain. You should consider it. He's a good Hunter, and he might liven things up around here."

"No," Saladin returned immediately. "The room is yours, and so it will remain vacant until you return."

"I don't know if I'll ever be back."

Saladin's stare was unwavering. "Then it will stay vacant forever."

"Is this about me leaving, or about not wanting Ren in here?"

A ghost of a grimace twisted Saladin's mouth. "Where Marcus Ren goes, Enoch Bast always follows. If I let them in, Felwinter Peak will never know peace again."

A suffocating silence fell over them like a veil. The Iron Temple had been his sanctuary for a long time; it was the first place that had brought him any measure of peace since his fireteam had fractured. Now Shiro breathed and felt the truth settle in his chest: Cayde was dead, he was the last one left, and this wasn't home anymore. It was just another end.

Saladin made the first move to break the deathly quiet. He stood, too, and clapped a hand on Shiro's shoulder. "You'll be back," he said, with a certainty that didn't reach his eyes. "A long time ago, you swore to compete in the Iron Banner. I intend to hold you to that promise."

"I said once things had settled down. They haven't."

"Then you'll have to stay alive until they do."

Shiro waited too long to answer. Every line of Saladin's body was strung through with sudden tension. His jaw twitched. A storm raged in his eyes, first defiant fury, then fear, then grief, and finally, quiet resignation. He stayed there for a beat more, like he was burning the moment into the back of his mind, and then he was gone. The heavy iron door slammed shut behind him.

Suzume shimmered to life. She bobbed once, like she was studying him, then floated gently to eye level. "Shiro," she started, "you promised."

Trespasser fit perfectly in his grasp. The core pulsed a steady beat. "The person I made that promise to is dead."

"Cayde still wouldn't want you to take this kind of risk."

What Cayde had wanted didn't matter anymore. "You don't have to come with me. Stay here, where it's safe."

Suzume gave an exasperated huff. "I go where you go," she said. "Always."

"This once, I wish you wouldn't."

"Always," she repeated, as if he hadn't said anything. "To the very end."

Trespasser slipped smoothly into its holster. Shiro took one last look at the workshop, then hoisted his survival pack and turned away. He knew the route to the hangar so well he could walk it in his sleep. He felt every step. He felt nothing at all. He'd done this a thousand times. He might only ever do it once more.

"Suzume, do me a favor and scan the ship for trackers."

"You don't think Lord Saladin would do that."

"You and I both know he would."

Suzume muttered something so quietly Shiro couldn't make it out, and not for the first time, he felt a pang of distant regret, somewhere beyond the numb haze. "All trackers neutralized," she reported softly, hovering over his shoulder as he started the ship's ignition sequence. Right about now is when she'd usually call Cayde for him, and they'd talk until the screaming void in Shiro's head was finally quiet. But there was no more Cayde. There was no more fireteam. There had only ever been a few other people in the entire universe who knew how to pull him back from the gaping maw, and Suzume was the only one left. He should listen to Suzume more. He should care about that strained note in her voice. The broken desperation bleeding from every word. It should be killing him. Why wasn't it killing him?

The jumpship roared to life, carrying them out of the Temple and high into the atmosphere. They'd barely reached its edge when the holo blared to life. Saladin's expression was somewhere between disbelief and agony.

"You can't pursue Uldren," he said, volume rising with every word, "and Taniks is finally dead. But the Black Garden isn't an answer. It's suicide. Whatever you destroy, the Vex will just rebuild. On your corpse."

Shiro heard the words as if Saladin had shouted them from across a chasm. "I'm not going to try to destroy it. I just need to see it for myself."

"You're lying. To me, and to yourself. You don't want to see where Tevis Larsen died. You want to set the world on fire because he's gone. Because they're all gone, and this is the only vengeance you can reach."

Shiro didn't answer. Couldn't answer. Saladin stopped long enough to take a measured inhale. "Come back to the Temple, Shiro. Don't waste your life. Don't waste Suzume's life. She'll never abandon you. If you die in there, so will she."

"Suzume makes her own choices."

Saladin's face twisted painfully. "Was Cayde really all that was holding you back from this?"

There had been too many late nights, putting in coordinates and clearing them out and putting them back in. Too many times he'd curled up in his jumpship while Cayde chattered in his ear: You were always making up stories for us, Shiro. Lemme give it a try. I call this one Tevis Finally Learns How To Smile. Shiro had watched the sun rise from the pilot's seat. Had met the dawn with cool engines and a quiet heart. Had always murmured Thank you and every time, without fail, Cayde had returned Any time, Shiro. You call me any time you need me, you got that? I'm not goin' anywhere. That's a promise.

"Doesn't matter," Shiro forced, past the swelling grief. "Goodbye, Lord Saladin."

"Shiro-"

The comm cut out with a sickening buzz of static. Shiro slumped in his seat, barely conscious of Suzume's disapproving hum. "So," he muttered, "'all trackers neutralized', huh?"

Suzume dipped one half of her shell in her best imitation of a shrug. "I thought he should know where we were, at least."

"You don't think he'll try to stop me?"

"I think he knows you'd never forgive him if he did. But if we disappear, they'll know where to look."

Shiro tugged his hood up. It made sense. He should've thought of that. He should be thinking of a plan now. He'd told himself he'd come up with one, for Suzume's sake, if nothing else. Still, every time he tried, all he could manage was a vague sense of sickness, and a hand on the holster at his hip. There was a wall between him and the urgency he knew he should feel: infinite and insurmountable. He didn't have the strength to strike it. Didn't have the will, either.

They didn't talk the rest of the way to the Moon, or when they touched down, or when the nightmare shrieks split the silence between them. The Lunar Battlegrounds were too close to the Scarlet Keep for him to have landed there comfortably, so he left his ship on the outskirts of Sorrow's Harbor, and slowly made his way to the bridge, and then the Battlegrounds. The Vex gate was tucked into a cavern there, if the latest report was to be believed, and if the Hive hadn't launched some major offensive that had destroyed it in the last few weeks. Should be as simple as sneaking in and waiting for an activation. Could always provoke a Hive attack if it took too long.

Could always throw himself through and hope he survived.

Shiro called on the Light and bent it around him in a cloak, then slipped into the passage. There were no Vex on the route there, and only a few sentries in the cave itself. He took up a position behind one of the pillars closest to the Gate, Trespasser in hand, and settled in for a long wait. Kept a constant count of the hobgoblins. Kept an eye on the time. Kept himself here, with his back pressed to cold stone, and with his focus on the electric pulse of Trespasser's core beneath his palm. Constant. Immutable. Always.

"Shiro," Suzume called, through their internal comm, "are you okay?"

Of course he was okay. As far as waiting went, this was far from the longest he'd had to stay in one spot. One time he and Andal had spent three weeks on the same cliff. And thank the Traveler it had been Andal and not Tevis. Andal would at least talk to you on long stakeouts. Tevis would go dead silent.

"Shiro, you're shaking."

He wasn't. Couldn't be. Trespasser trembled in his hands. When had he started shaking? Shiro managed a shallow breath, and then another. Suzume was tucked away in her pocket dimension, safe from any enemy's sight, but he could still feel the jagged edge of her worry cutting into the back of his mind.

"I'm okay," he sent back. "Keep an eye on the Gate."

Suzume didn't respond. The jagged edge sharpened. He brushed it away. He shouldn't be able to brush it away. Shiro shook his head. He just had to hold out until the gate opened. The Garden was massive, by all accounts. If they made it in, there should be plenty of ways to skirt the Vex sentries, at least long enough to make it to the site.

At least long enough to see where Tev had died.

"What are you going to do after?" Suzume asked.

Shiro gave her the mental equivalent of a shrug. Suzume hesitated. "Are you sure it won't be…too much?"

"I'll be fine. Tev has been gone for years. This is just - closure."

"There was a funeral," Suzume reminded, though there was no weight to her words. They both knew Hunters took no comfort in formalities. The funeral had been held by some of Tevis's other old - comrades? Friends, maybe. Not close enough to him to know he wouldn't have wanted it. Shiro had helped Cayde lay Tevis to rest, but he hadn't gone to whatever ceremony had been held later. He hadn't cleaned his City apartment after, either - not of Tevis's various trinkets, or Cayde's extra cloaks, or Andal's books. It was still sitting untouched, like a monument to his loss: precious fragments of the people he never thought he'd have to live without.

"Yeah," Shiro said at last. "Tevis would have hated it."

That got him a strained chuckle. He couldn't return it. He didn't even want to. There was a void in his chest where that faint warmth was supposed to be. Trespasser's hum was steady. He focused on it until the tremors in his hands stopped completely. Until it didn't hurt to breathe.

The gate stayed quiet for a few hours. When it finally burst to life, Shiro wasted no time in darting through it. He registered a whirlwind rush and an ear-splitting buzz,  and then he found himself on the other side. There was a lot of green for a Vex outpost; besides some bronze plates and glowing confluxes, the rest was worn stone and open sky. It was enough to stop him dead two steps from the portal.

"Shiro, there are Vex incoming. We need to move," Suzume bit out, and he jolted, casting a glance over his shoulder to make sure she was still there, hovering in the cover of his cloaking field, and not trapped on the other side of the gate. The Vanguard report said Tev's Ghost had gotten separated from him, and that was how they'd both ended up needing burials. Shiro had wondered for a long time after that if it had been bad luck, or if the Vex had done it deliberately: if they'd found a way to sever the lifeline so they could seize some connection to the Light. If they'd known somehow that Tevis had been deeply connected to the Void - that even when the Darkness was so thick you could barely breathe, he could still feel the Call. Shiro still wondered now, as he slipped by the few Vex that were mulling around the gate, and as he climbed until he had a decent vantage, well away from their eyes, where he could pause to orient himself and punch in the coordinates he'd pulled out of the Vanguard's report archives.

"You know, there could have been an army waiting for us on this side," Suzume grumbled. There was no bite to her words, just barely restrained fear. Odd for her. She usually had such total faith in their teamwork.

Shiro spared her a glance. "There wasn't."

"But there could have been. What happened to making a plan? We always make a plan."

Shiro didn't have an answer for that. "We should get moving. No telling how long it'll be before more Vex come through this quadrant."

The Garden was towering and ethereal. It seemed older than even the Vex's eternity, like the stone had been hewn and worn by a force beyond concept and calculation. Shiro felt it in every step: the reverberation of some ancient power, so potent that even now, eons after its genesis, it still suffused the mesas and the ruins. The closer they came to Tevis's final stand, the stronger it was. By the time Shiro caught sight of the first of the old Void tether scarring, it was so thick that it weighed on him with every breath. He followed the trail of the fight through that heavy fog until it led him to the end: a Hunter's helmet painted with the vermillion stripe, surrounded by scoring, and set gently against the stone.

Suzume said something, but Shiro couldn't hear her over the ringing in his head. The arc cloak slipped away in a snap of electric blue. Tevis had stood here, against a horde, with nothing but his bow and the final burst of the Light with which it had been infused. He'd fought, and he'd faltered, and he'd fallen, and the last damn thing he'd seen before he died was the cold glow of a Vex as it buried its rifle in his chest and burned out his heart. Cayde's account had been sparse with the details, but the Young Wolf's report had filled them in. Tevis hadn't been on the comm in his final moments. Interference, they'd said, and maybe it was true.

Or maybe Tevis had wanted to spare Cayde from hearing him scream.

The Light surged around Shiro in a storm. Trespasser was a solid weight in his hand. The core pulsed as it charged to full capacity, faster than the pounding in his chest. The numb haze between him and the rest of the world split wide with a thunderous crack, so sharp and searing that it hit him like an inferno blast. He couldn't breathe for the shattered grief; he couldn't see for the strangled rage. Tevis had died here - cornered, afraid, and alone. He had been beyond Shiro's reach. Just like Andal. Just like Cayde. Too far. Always too late. Shiro's hands shook. A violent tremor wracked his spine. He could release the storm and burn to ashes in his own Light and it wouldn't bring them back. There was nothing and no one left to save. There was only death. There was only another end.

"Breathe, Shiro."

Hands fell on his shoulders, holding tight. The storm surged higher. Shiro opened his mouth to say something - say anything - and all that came out was a broken sob. He tried to raise Trespasser, but it fell from his useless fingers instead. He couldn't fight this. He didn't want to. Real or not - it still looked and moved exactly like Tevis Larsen, down to the strained set of his spine, and the raw fear in his eyes. The only difference was the shimmer around his outline, and the Garden's ethereal glow on his skin.

"Breathe," Tevis said again, and shook him when he didn't respond. "Damn it, Shiro, if you don't get a grip you're gonna bring a whole Garden worth of Vex down on your head."

"Tev," he said, like a prayer, or a plea.

The grip shifted, so it was more gentle strength than sheer desperation. "Yeah," he said. "I'm here. I gotcha."

"You died."

"I am dead. Or whatever passes for dead here."

"But you-"

"Look, I'll explain once you don't look like you're gonna explode." Tevis's tone softened. "Just breathe for me, all right?"

Shiro stared at him for a long beat, then took a shuddering inhale. Another. The storm receded like the tide, and Shiro staggered, steadied only by the ghostly grip on his shoulders. "Easy," Tevis murmured, and guided him carefully to the ground, so he was sitting propped up against the stone wall. Once he seemed satisfied that Shiro wasn't going to spontaneously erupt into a shower of sparks, he crouched in front of him.

"You look like shit," Tevis announced, though there was resignation there rather than his usual dry teasing.

Shiro flinched at it. He'd spent so many nights staring up at the stars and wondering what he'd say, if he could see Andal or Tevis again. Now, the words stopped in his throat. His chest was on fire. He wanted to scream, but when he opened his mouth, the best he could manage was a wounded keen.

"Shiro," Tevis called, from somewhere beyond the hurricane in his head. He sounded worried. He shouldn't sound like anything at all. He was dead and gone and this was a trick of the Garden or of Shiro's desperate mind. Tevis had left him behind a long time ago, without even a simple goodbye.

"You're dead," Shiro croaked. "You're not really here."

A cool palm pressed to his cheek. "Yeah," Tevis said, voice strained. "I died. Garden turned me into this, all right? But I'm still me."

"You're not," Shiro forced, through the fresh wave of grief. "If you were, you would've come back."

Tevis seized one of Shiro's hands and held on fiercely. For a moment, he was silent, trembling. "I can't," he said at last, like the words had been punched out of him. "I'm bound to the Garden. From what I can make out, the Vex think I'm some kinda paracausal entity. Anomaly. I tried, Shiro - I swear I tried, more times than I can remember. Goin' near the Gate is like getting torn apart."

Shiro didn't answer. Couldn't. Dimly, he heard Suzume reminding him that Tevis had still been a Guardian when he'd died, and that the Vex had never been able to simulate the Light or its Risen, and that the Black Heart had been born here, before the Young Wolf had destroyed it. That the place was humming with paracausality. That there could be a trapped soul.

That Tevis might not be beyond his reach.

Tevis was still silent, and still holding on. Slowly, Shiro reached out and pressed his palm flat against his chest. Felt it rise and fall with every breath. Felt the rapid pulse pounding beneath. Tevis's thumb stroked a gentle line along the sharp curve of his cheek. "I'm here," he said softly. "Just breathe."

Shiro stayed there, motionless in the quiet, until the hurricane subsided, then let himself slump forward to rest his forehead against Tevis's sternum. "You're cold."

"Side-effect of being a paracausal manifestation," Tevis returned, with a wry smile in his voice. "Can't hold it forever, either. Sometimes I'm just a whisper."

Shiro's next inhale shuddered. When Cayde had sat Shiro down and explained what had happened, he'd taken all of the blame on himself. He'd said he'd asked Tevis to scout a network of Vex gates, and that he had as good as sent him to Mars, and then his death in the Garden. Shiro had known better. Tevis was cautious and paranoid, but he'd also been more of a loner than any of them. He went where he wanted and did what he wanted, with or without support. Andal had, by virtue of being Andal, been better at clocking and then talking Tevis out of the more dangerous exploits, or, failing that, convincing him not to go alone. He'd had a kind, genuine way with his words, and whether he meant to or not, he was always bleeding open concern when he was really worried. It had done Tevis in the same as the rest of them. But while Cayde had been no less important to Tevis, he hadn't had the benefit of that sway. He'd done everything he could to keep Tevis safe; Shiro knew that without having to ask. It had just been a doomed effort from the start.

The pressure building in his chest swelled until it burst. "You just left," Shiro said, and the words exploded out of him in a harsh whisper. "Why in the hell didn't you say something?"

Tevis stiffened, but he didn't push away. He didn't respond, either. His hand slipped around to cradle the back of Shiro's head, then resumed that soothing touch.

"I would have come with you."

"I know. Didn't want you to. Seemed like you'd finally found a place you liked when you moved into the Iron Temple. Wasn't gonna drag you out into the Wilds again when you were happy scouting for Cayde."

"That's a decision you should have left to me."

Tevis blew out a breath. "Then we both might've been trapped here for the rest of eternity."

"You could've at least said goodbye."

Tevis's hold on him tightened. "Didn't think it was gonna be goodbye."

"Well, it was." Shiro moved to lift his head, and while Tevis didn't resist, the tremor in his hands was enough to give Shiro pause.

"I know you're pissed, Shiro. But I'm glad it was just me," Tevis said roughly. "Couldn't live with myself if this happened to you too."

The fire in Shiro's chest flickered and died. "Damn you," he muttered, though there was no bite to it.

It earned him a ragged imitation of a laugh. Tevis eased him to sit up, but he didn't let go of his hand. "I deserve that," he said. "And for whatever it's worth, I'm sorry. Tell Cayde for me too, huh? I know he took this on himself."

Shiro flinched so violently that for a half a beat, Tevis looked panicked. At first, he registered it as a reaction to the apology - but even after years away, he still knew Shiro better than anyone else alive. The pieces fell into place, and Tevis's grip on his hand tightened. His shoulders set into a stiff line. He locked his jaw and released it just as quickly, like he couldn't decide if he wanted to say what he was thinking. The intent focus in his eyes shifted to sharp desperation. "Where's Cayde?" he asked, and his voice cracked. "There's no way he would've let you come here alone. Not after I…"

He trailed off. Shiro tried to answer, and the words stuck in his throat. Tevis didn't seem to need him to, though. He bowed his head to his chest and took a slow and measured breath. "How?" he forced, through a mouthful of glass.

"Breakout at the Prison of Elders went bad. The Barons got Sundance. Then Uldren Sov executed Cayde."

Tevis's expression turned murderous. "Tell me you killed that bastard."

"The Young Wolf is going to. They were there for his last words. They swore the Vow before I even heard about it."

Tevis pressed his eyes shut. His grip on Shiro's hand would have been bruising if he was anyone else. His breathing was shallow. He tried to say something else, and all he managed was a ragged exhale. "One shot, straight to the chest," Shiro said quietly, in answer to the question he couldn't ask. "He didn't suffer the way Andal did, Tev."

Tevis's shoulders shook and seized back into that tense line. Shiro waited for him to pull away, to fade into nothing, and to take his grief somewhere no one could ever reach, but while Tevis's arms were trembling, his hold on Shiro didn't waver. "Damn it," he choked, and curled in on himself like he was protecting a wound.

Shiro risked a slight tug on their joined hands. Tevis didn't meet his eyes, but he offered no resistance when Shiro pulled him forward, except to refuse to let go. Once they were settled, Tevis rested his forehead against Shiro's shoulder. The pain cascaded through him in waves. He didn't ask for silence, or for Shiro to wrap an arm around him and cradle him close, but Shiro remembered losing Andal, and the agony after, and all the ways they'd broken apart, and in those moments, he'd always known Tevis better than Tevis knew himself.

"Why'd you come here?" Tevis whispered, once his breathing had evened. "The hell were you doing, trying to get yourself killed?"

"I wasn't-"

"Like hell you weren't. You're still complete shit at lying to me."

Shiro dropped his head back against the wall. It hit with a dull, metallic thud. "Don't."

Tevis was quiet for a long beat. "What was your plan?" he asked. "After you saw where I died."

It wasn't a question - not really. Tevis knew the answer already. Shiro said it anyway. "I didn't have one."

"That's not like you."

"Haven't felt like me in a while, anyway."

Tevis considered him a moment, blew out a breath, then carefully leaned backwards to meet Shiro's gaze. "There was something Andal told me, a long time ago," he said. "I was in a bad headspace. You were on a solo run, wasn't anything you knew about. Cayde did his best to help me out of it. Didn't stick. Lush was still too scared of me to try. Andal, though - he followed me up a damn mountain without a word even after I told him to fuck off seventeen different ways, and we sat there for hours. Wasn't until the stars were out that he said anything. He told me I couldn't earn the right to be alive. That I was here, and that was enough. 'You went through hell and survived,' he said, 'and we're glad you did, so stop trying to repent for it.' Never figured out how he knew. But I've never forgotten what he said."

Shiro's chest ached. "Andal was always good at that kind of thing."

Tevis's smile was sad. "Wish he was here for you now. Instead you get me."

"You're more than enough, Tev."

"I'd settle for just enough." Tevis set his jaw. "I want you to get the hell out of here. Go see the stars. Find the Deep Stone Crypt you're always seeing in your dreams. Write your stories. You remember Cayde, and Andal, and me. But you live. You hear me, Shiro? You stay alive."

Tevis searched his eyes for a reaction. Shiro wasn't sure what he found. Wasn't sure what he wanted him to find. Fire rose in his chest, and died all at once. He wanted to run until he collapsed. He didn't think he could bear to move a single step away. "I can't leave you here," he said hoarsely, and every word felt like a knife.

Tevis sighed. Shiro half braced for a scathing retort before he realized there wouldn't be one. "The Garden will kill you if you stay in it long enough," he said. "And I don't mean the Vex. I mean whatever they did to it. It'll pull your mind apart and put it back together wrong. Can't touch me. But I'm not gonna watch it happen to you. You have to go."

He squeezed Shiro's hand. Maybe to comfort. Maybe to ground himself. Years alone in the Garden, surrounded by Vex and cut off from the rest of the universe and from the Light: Tevis had always tolerated most other people with some degree of begrudging acceptance, but that sounded desperately lonely, even for him.

Shiro took a steadying breath. For the first time since he'd heard about Cayde, there was something beyond the wall. Something on the other side of the numb haze. Something he could reach. "I'm going to find a way to bring you home, Tev. I promise."

"Is talking you out of your death wish really that much of a lost cause?"

"Not a death wish. A recovery mission."

Tevis bowed his head for a second. "Make sure they're not the same damn thing," he muttered. "You better not get killed over me."

"I won't. I promise."

Tevis grimaced. "You better not," he repeated, but this time, underneath the exhaustion and the lingering grief, there was a soft note of relief. He dragged Shiro into a tight hug. The tense line of his shoulders relaxed completely.

"How long do you have?" Shiro asked, muffled against his shoulder. "Before you're gone for a while."

Tevis made a tired, considering noise. "Couple hours, maybe. Long enough to get you back to the Gate. Make sure you don't hit trouble."

"Shouldn't we have run into some by now?"

"Usually, sure. But the Vex have me logged as an anomaly. Pretty sure if they see something weird happening where I am, they just assume I caused it. Doesn't mean I'm eager to test the limits on it, though. You razing a few miles of the place probably would have been more than we could play off."

Shiro let him pull away, even if every fiber of his frame ached to hold on. Through it all, Tevis had kept their hands clasped. He used that connection to pull Shiro to his feet. "C'mon," he said. "Patrols are light near the gate right about now. We should get moving."

Shiro picked up Trespasser and followed him back across the Garden. They moved in comfortable silence until they reached the archway that led to the Gate. There, Tevis stopped so suddenly that Shiro stumbled for the force of the arm pulling him back.

"This is as far as I go," Tevis said. "Be careful coming out the other side."

Shiro held up their joined hands. "Forgetting something here?"

Tevis's jaw trembled. He unwound his grip slowly, like Shiro would disappear if he let go too quickly, then flexed his fingers and waved toward the gate like he was shooing Shiro through. "Get out of here," he muttered. The tension was back in his shoulders. He folded his arms across his chest, maybe to brace, or maybe in an effort to seem more like his old self. He just ended up looking miserable.

Shiro closed the small distance between them and dragged him in close. "Hey," Shiro murmured. "I'll come see you when I can, even if I don't have a way to get you out yet."

Tevis's forehead hit his chestplate with a dull thud. "No," he said. "Too risky."

"I wasn't asking, Tev."

Tevis grumbled something unintelligible under his breath and pushed away. Shiro clasped one of his hands between both of his own and squeezed, once. "You'll be okay here on your own until then?"

"Been fine for years," Tevis returned, but his flinch betrayed him. "Just - say goodbye to Cayde for me."

"I will."

Tevis nodded a voiceless thanks. "Remember what I told you, all right?" he said, and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. "About being alive. Don't get so damn caught up in losing us that you forget we're glad you survived. And don't look back when you leave. Makes it harder."

Beyond them, the gate hummed to life. Shiro squeezed Tevis's hand one more time, then let go, and called on the Light. The arc energy bent around him in a rush. He turned and sprinted for the gate before he could think twice about it.

And if he looked back, just once before he stepped through, it wasn't like Tevis would know.

"I owe you an apology."

Suzume didn't answer him. It wasn't clear if she was just absorbed in parsing all of the scrolling data, or if she was ignoring him. The Iron Temple's workshop rung with her silence. "Suzume," Shiro said gently. "Talk to me?"

Suzume whirled around so suddenly he startled; then she hovered there, unmoving, for a long moment. "Never tell me to stay behind," she said. "And never put yourself at risk like that again. We're a team. Always."

Shiro patted her shell carefully. "I can do that," he said. "And I'm sorry."

"Also, I sent a message to Lord Saladin telling him everything."

"You what? "

"If you're going to do this, someone needs to know in case we get in over our heads. Cayde can't any more, so I asked Saladin." Suzume sounded remarkably matter-of-fact. Shiro almost wanted to be annoyed by it. "He should have received the message as soon as we landed, which means-"

The heavy door of the workshop swung open so quickly and with so much force that it slammed into the wall with a thunderous crash; a spiderweb crack formed in the stone behind it. Saladin strode through like a man surveying a battlefield. As soon as he caught sight of Shiro, his posture relaxed - from Commander to friend.

"I saw your ship in the hangar," Saladin said, coming to a stop at Shiro's side. He glanced over the table strewn with various weapon components, traditional books, stacks of datapads, and star chart projections. "You've been busy."

"You got Suzume's message," Shiro corrected, without looking up.

"That too." Saladin gingerly shifted a pile off the bench next to Shiro, then eased himself down. "I thought I'd find you here. Another reconstruction?"

Trespasser hummed steadily in his hands. "I just did a full rebuild. It doesn't need another one for a while. This was for a modification."

Saladin was quiet for a beat. "Did you find the vengeance you were looking for in the Black Garden?"

Shiro set his weapon aside. "No," he said. "But I'm glad I didn't."

"So am I."

Saladin didn't elaborate. Shiro spared him a glance. "Say what you came here to say."

"I came here to say that I'm glad you're still alive."

Saladin's tone was carefully neutral. Shiro turned to face him fully. "That's all? Even after Suzume's message?"

"You're going to pursue this regardless. I don't see the point in wasting my breath. However, there is a condition to my assistance."

Shiro cast him a wary look. "When I left the workshop before," Saladin started, "I thought that I was giving you the space you needed. That you would go to the City, or to an old hideout, to clear your head. It was only because Suzume transmitted your intended coordinates that I had any idea what you were planning to do, and by then, it was too late. Do not put me in that position again. Having to explain to the Vanguard why I required extraction from the Moon is not an experience I want to repeat."

Shiro started. "You followed me?"

"Not to stop you. Just to make sure that you came back in one piece. I had the unfortunate luck to run into some newly arrived Hive reinforcements - several Tomb ships' worth. They destroyed my ship, and I was never able to make it to the Battlegrounds."

Guilt curled in Shiro's chest like a vice. "I'm sorry," he said. "Are you all right?"

Saladin's hand fell on his shoulder and held tight. "There's no need for an apology. I'm no worse for wear."

Not this time. Next time, he could end up like Eris's fireteam, or one of the countless other Guardians haunting the Moon as a Nightmare. Shiro curled a hand into a fist. "Thank you for coming after me. It - means a lot."

"There's no need for thanks, either."

Shiro huffed a disbelieving laugh. "Can you be less of a pain in the ass for a minute? I'm trying to make amends."

Saladin's mouth curved into a small smile. "There's no need for amends," he said, and shifted his shoulders so his pauldron was toward Shiro to catch the half-hearted shove. "You will always have a home here in the Iron Temple, Shiro. And you will always have friends here, as well. You need only ask."

Warmth bloomed in Shiro's chest. "That's a relief. I thought I might have to kit my ship out to be a living space again."

Saladin arched an eyebrow. "Again?"

"Back when I was running with the pack, Cayde decided he hated the snow. He wouldn't go out in it unless he had full gear, and he wouldn't make camp with the rest of us if it was cold. All he said was it was bringing up memories he didn't understand and wanted to forget. I was the only one with a ship big enough to modify for it, so I did. We all wound up in there on every cold weather assignment afterwards."

"Do the cold and snow bother you as well?"

Shiro shrugged. "Can't really let it bother me when I live on a mountain."

Saladin tilted his head at him. "That wasn't an answer."

"It wasn't meant to be." Shiro paused. "I don't get whole pictures the way Cayde said he did. Just flashes. It's cold. I wake up. Something's wrong but I never know what. I feel like I have to get out, but there's nothing to run from. Maybe it's got something to do with the Crypt. Maybe it's something some other version of me went through. Maybe deep down, I just hate the way snow feels."

That earned him a soft chuckle. "Come with me," Saladin said, pushing himself to stand. "We'll light a torch in Cayde's honor. And you can tell me more about your pack."

Shiro stood to follow him. Trespasser was a steady weight in his palm. The modified core pulsed its new rhythm. Saladin glanced down at it, then back up at Shiro. "You never told me what you changed."

"I gave it a new charge distribution. It'll make the bursts more powerful."

"Are you going to give it a name?"

Shiro remembered the steady weight of Tevis's hand in own, of Andal's arm slung around his shoulders, of Cayde hanging off his back. He remembered the warmth of their smiles and the sound of their laughter and the simple peace of their presence. "I already did," he said, and the ache in his chest hurt a little less. "Unrepentant."

#destiny #shiro-4 #tevis larsen #cayde 6 #andal brask #saladin forge #destiny 2 #my writing

[zalrb]

OTH Rewatch Review 3x07

IIIIIII DON'T WANNA BE ANYTHING OTHER THAN WHAT I'VE BEEN TRYNA BE LATELYYYYYYYYY

Jesus Christ

So, like, here's the thing about this fucking Inception dream sequence. What is happening? Is Nathan dreaming about Haley making out with Brooke after waking up from a nightmare about Lucas and Chris in bed together after Lucas woke up from dreaming about being in bed with Brooke? Because it's a dream within within a dream. I don't know what your subconscious is like Nathan.

Nathan's grin. I mean, technically you've slept with both of them. AND HALEY'S SISTER.

"What is she doing talking to that troll?" "By troll do you mean Peyton?" Oh, Haley. How I love you sometimes.

Because Peyton fucking SUCKS.

"I'm over possessive-best-friends-with-weird-lesbian energy. And Haley!" That was actually a good delivery but if anyone has the lesbian energy here, it's Brooke and Rachel.

"Well, at least somebody wanted me." Oh, preteen Zal was SO frustrated with this ENTIRE storyline.

"HALEY, YOUR BOYFRIENDS ARE HERE." lol.

"You look so..." "Overdressed." Good delivery. But also Haley, my girl, the SUN is out, why are you wearing a little black dress?

I mean "little black dress" this is still OTH.

They really felt uncomfortable in the clothes they had to wear??

This is so dumb, she's clearly going out with Nathan and Haley too, Lucas.

YOU ALL HAVE CELL PHONES. CALL HER.

Ugh, Skills.

"I've been on kinky dates before..." with who? I guess s1 Nathan would've done something weird.

Remember how s1 Nathan was like a legit emotionally, verbally abusive villain?

"Let's spring [the senior in the nursing home]! It's just a couple of hours, what harm could it do?" If this was a dark comedy, he'd die.

Chris tipping a random woman on the beach and slapping her ass is just ... ugh. She should've slapped him. Alas, Mark Schwahn.

Haley having a quiet but profound breakdown. Brooke, "It's OK. Let's just go to the mall." And she is being helpful and it is very sweet but that's also hilarious. Uhhh, sorry that your wedding spot is being destroyed, let's just go to the mall instead. You know? Nothing profoundly sad happens at the mall.

"I can't believe she's doing this." IT WAS A GROUP DATE, LUCAS.

"This guy has caused a lot of trouble, Brooke knows that." Lucas, the people that he caused trouble between WERE WITH HER GETTING INTO THE CAR. YOU SAW THEM.

I swear to god Lucas, I would hit you. SHUT UP.

24. Braley are such better friends than Breyton.

25. I REALLY wish we got more Nathan and Brooke scenes because they had a really fun chemistry together and I liked that they were both being courted by Haley and Lucas and they could both understand where the other was coming from

26. Haley's laugh at Chris saying "Maybe he's afraid of me" is hilarious because she stops and continues. But Chris shutting her up with "Maybe he doesn't care anymore" was mean but well-played.

27. It's funny how Chris Keller is a better Damon than Damon. Because he's not a good actor but he doesn't overplay it.

28. Aww, jealous Nathan

29. James Lafferty's shoulders are quite broad this episode.

30. Nathan is vulnerable and you were practically giving the enemy a LAP DANCE. I mean she wasn't Brooke but the exaggeration is very Brooke and also very high school. I remember in high school we were at a school dance and this girl's boyfriend was getting jumped outside while she was dancing with another guy and all of us girls were like WHAT THE FUCK??? [INSERT NAME] IS GETTING JUMPED AND YOU WERE BASICALLY HAVING SEX ON THE DANCE FLOOR! What did we expect her to do? Get jumped with him?? Teenagers.

31. "I didn't do anything!" "Except for kiss Chris and run away with him?" I mean, she's got a point Haley. "What about you messing with Lucas and hiding all those letters you wrote to him under your bed?" I mean, she's got a point Brooke.

32. "I know this is where we made love in the rain." I mean, it wasn't ON the balcony though. It should've been.

33. "I still feel our past just like you do" well especially considering that you were the one who was left.

34. Rachel calling Lucas gay because he's CLEARLY into Brooke and is like please stop getting naked around me because I LOVE BROOKE is hilarious because what?

35. Chris also getting Brooke more and more drunk so they can have sex is incredibly gross.

36. "All of the celebrity..." she had ONE original song and was doing covers and opening for actual celebrities? WHAT ARE WE TALKING ABOUT HERE?

37. We could also talk about the fact that Nathan was the one who encouraged her to sing in front of people etc. etc. and she wouldn't have been a "star" without him in her life at all.

38. Mouth's reveal that Mel is his grandfather is ... OK? I know this is supposed to push Peyton to Ellie but meh.

39. "SHE NOTEBOOKED YOU?" "I totally Notebooked him" lmao these references.

40. Nathan keeping a flower from the beach is Lucas keeping a feather from Brooke's wings.

41. *SIGH* Brooke and Chris. What, it takes like two more episodes for them to be together?

42. I also absolutely do not believe that Brooke wouldn't have kicked Chris out of the house right after sleeping with him. She'd be disgusted.

#rewatch

[zelphin124]

Error!Sans goes to therapy

Today is a very special day! I want to wish a grand and happy birthday to my friend @tehrogueva! I may be unable to draw, but I wanted to write something for you! I hope you have a wonderful day! Error!Sans belongs to LoverOfPiggies Ink!Sans belongs to Comyet Therapist!Sans belongs to TehRogueVA Enjoy!

~o0o~

"I-I-I swear Ink, I will murder y-y-you!"

"It'll be good for you!" Ink laughed as he shoved Error into the office. "It's helped me! Trust me, you'll like it, because it's all about you!"

Error scowled, slapping Ink's hands when he touched him. However, he didn't have the energy to resist Ink's nagging about the subject.

Therapy was all Ink had talked about for the past three weeks. He went on and on about fixing his flaws because he learned where they originated. Error didn't buy it. How can one possibly fix themselves when they were mistakes in the first place? Such anomalies shouldn't ever exist and need to be destroyed. Why should he care about them getting better if he would kill them anyway?

He was hit with a sense of nostalgia as he entered the room. A thick smell of vanilla entered his nose as the air around him stuck to his skin. It was very humid, and Error already hated it.

"He'll be in shortly!" Ink closed the door behind him. "I'll introduce you two!"

"I don't need your company or your help, squid," Error snapped, turning his head around. He paused for a second, surprised the glitch stutter in his voice had stopped when he entered the room.

"Hey, you won't even know I'm here, haha! I'll leave when he starts with ya!"

Error eyed Ink as the painter sat on a brown chair nearby, staring at the billboard. Error followed his gaze. There were a lot of red strings tied from peg to peg on different pictures on the billboard as if it represented a pattern or a lifestyle. There was a small desk below the billboard. It had a fire-lit candle to the right and a clipboard to the left. Once Error noticed the fire from the candle, he noticed that every part of the room was lit, and no shadows were cast.

Error sat down on a large sofa, sinking into it. He immediately felt at peace as he looked up. A fan was turning above him. Other than that, the tan walls were barren. The door was a darker brown than the walls, but everything felt so empty.

And Error loved it.

Besides Ink occasionally shifting, there was no sound. It reminded Error of his home in the Anti-Void. The room was lit with a soft yellow light, and it was cold. The vanilla smell didn't fade away.

Error tried to hide the fact he thoroughly enjoyed this room. "I don't have all day," he snapped at Ink. "Where is this therapist?"

"He's coming," Ink looked over anxiously. "I forgot to tell him I was bringing you, so maybe he's getting new papers for you!" Ink bobbed his head as if a song was playing in his head. He pulled out one of his notebooks and started to draw, his rainbow tongue sticking out as he colored in a previous picture.

Error scoffed to himself. Despite how much he hated the painter, there was always something captivating about him. He was goofy and unpredictable, along with annoying and heartless. He was fun to watch, at least.

They were enemies, they hated each other. Granted, Error hated everyone, and he had no intention to change that. But why did Ink come out of his way not to fight him but to bring him to this place? Especially after he...

Error thought back to when he destroyed the multiverse, and it made him question Ink even more. Even though the creators started to create different AUs again, most alternate universes were gone. X!Gaster hadn't been seen since. Yet, Ink didn't hold it against him, as if he'd forgiven him.

Error hated that. He didn't understand why Ink was suddenly so friendly to him. Ink got over his pain so quickly; something Error was never able to do, and he was jealous because of it. It's not fair...

The brown door opened, and a sweet skeleton stepped inside. His glasses hung from his non-existent ears. He wore an off-white cardigan and a green shirt. He wore a soft smile on his face before he locked eyes with Error. Error didn't bother to observe the rest of his appearance. Confusion filled the therapist's gaze, and Error grimaced. Significant, another stupid anomaly.

"Doc!" Ink shot up from his chair, walking up and hugging the therapist tightly.

Doc looked perplexed before he hugged Ink back. "Ink, there you are! I didn't see you," he smiled softly, still watching Error closely. "Did you bring a friend?"

"Yes! This is Error, Error, this is Doc!" Ink let go of Doc and happily smiled at Error.

Error's gaze went past Doc's eyes as he found his soul. It was an ordinary monster soul as he expected. However, it had a tint of light blue surrounding it. Although he found it strange, he didn't think about it too much as it jolted out of fear. He smirked to himself as Doc shuddered. The therapist's fear was amusing.

"Error, it's nice to meet you!" His voice didn't betray how the therapist was feeling. He stuck out his hand. "I'm Doc Sans; I'm assuming you came to get some therapy?"

"Didn't have a choice," Error glared at Ink and ignored the handshake. "Let's get this over with."

Doc withdrew his hand and sat down on the green chair. He flipped through the clipboard and wrote a few things down. Error knew he was afraid, and rightfully so. One wrong move and the Destroyer would tear this place apart. Why should he show mercy to this pathetic excuse for a life? Was this another one of Ink's tricks? If he ended up destroying Ink's trick, maybe Ink would finally feel the same pain that he did.

"I'll be nearby if you need anything!" Ink trotted toward the door, his eyes sparkling with stars and his grin wide. "Have fun Error!"

Error rolled his eyes as the painter disappeared. He sat back down on the couch, sinking into it. At least the therapy room was nice with its flat appearance. That made him want to destroy it less.

"So, Error, I've heard a lot about you," Doc smiled sweetly as he turned to him. "But I want you to tell me about yourself."

Error scoffed, shaking his head as he slouched in the couch. "The paint freak told you about me. Typical. What did he say?"

"You tell me," Doc tilted his head. "What should he have told me about you?"

Error thought for a moment before he replied. "I am the Destroyer of the Multiverse; I am the one who makes anomalies like yourself fearful for their lives-"

"No, I don't mean your status," Doc interrupted. "I want to know you. What do you do in your free time? What do you enjoy? Your job set aside, who are you?"

...What?

Error never heard of such a question. He started to feel different about this therapy thing. Did this anomaly really want to know? Did he really care? Why would he ask such a thing? No one had even asked him what he liked to do outside of destroying things...

No one expect Ink.

Well, Ink didn't really ask, he just kind of figured it out over the years.

"I uh..." Error glitched, shaking his head. It took a moment for him to regain his composure as he felt like he would crash any moment. "Not much... I search for the Omega Timeline; I chill at home and eat chocolate and watch UnderNovela... Sometimes I go to OuterTale."

"Those are good hobbies!" Doc encouraged, writing down what Error said. "Tell me about UnderNovela and OuterTale. Why do you like them?"

Error scoffed lightly, looking down at the floor as he recalled the show. "UnderNovela is funny. So much unnecessary drama, all in the right ways... And OuterTale..." He paused. There was always something different about OuterTale, something he could never put his finger on. It reminded him of the Anti-Void, just more beautiful. It felt like home as if he had been in a similar place for most of his life that he couldn't remember. "I don't know. It feels like I've already been there thousands of times. It's so empty and dark, yet beautiful."

"How does OuterTale make you feel?"

Error glitched again. Maybe this therapy thing wasn't so bad after all. "It feels like home."

"What is home to you?"

This anomaly was really making him think. "I don't know," he snapped, losing patience. "It just... does."

Doc nodded and adjusted his glasses before scribbling on his clipboard. Error sank further into the couch, crossing his arms. How was this supposed to fix his problems again? He didn't see how this was helping. If anything, Ink just gave him another place to destroy.

"Tell me about your life," Doc broke the temporary silence. "Tell me everything that you remember."

Error started to backtrack to his first memory, waking up in the Anti-Void. He was vague about events like meeting Ink, kidnapping Swap, destroying the multiverse, etc. He pulled a few strings from his eyes and started to knit with them in his hands. He watched Doc get nervous as he played with them, but when he turned his attention back to his fingers, it felt normal to talk about what he had been through while he knitted a blue scarf.

He glitched more as he talked about the different AUs he destroyed before his big finale. He started casually until he got to the people's screams and tears. At the time, he had laughed evilly, enjoying their pain. However, it didn't help the pain that he felt himself. No matter how many people he killed and destroyed places, that pain remained. Nothing he did lessen that mental agony he had suffered from for so long. A sinking feeling rested in his chest. It engulfed him as he kept thinking back. Is this... what regret feels like?

Doc listened intently, asking clarifying questions until Error was done. "Error, do you remember anything before waking up in the Anti-Void?"

"No, I told you that," Error shook his head. "I just was here."

"There could be some hidden stuff there that has caused you to act the way you have," Doc explained. "And it might explain how you feel inside, too." He got up slowly and set his notebook down. Grabbing some red string and paper from a drawer, he flipped the billboard over and started hanging various things Error mentioned up. When he was done, he ran the red string through the various events, many leading back to the empty space, what happened before the Anti-Void.

Error watched and studied what he was doing closely. He would never admit it, but he marveled at how Doc traced his maturing behavior back to the X-Event, his respect for Ink back to Swap, his hatred for touch from Nightmare, how he woke up like an angry manbaby, and how that was caused by something he couldn't even remember.

"Unfortunately, our time is up today as I have another client coming in," Doc sighed. "But we can unpack all of this together and help you get to a place you want to be."

"And if I'm happy with how I am?" Error snapped, hiding the fact he actually wanted to come back and unpack his life.

"Are you?"

Once again, the therapist had left the destroyer speechless. He didn't like how Doc bested him with simple questions that no one had even bothered to ask him. Someone was asking Error about himself for the first time in his life, and he didn't know how to feel about it.

Doc smiled softly; he had his answer. "I'm assuming you're like Ink, and time is irrelevant to you. If you choose to come back, just let me know, and I'll make some room for you, okay?"

"Yeah, whatever," Error rolled his eyes and stood up. "Are we done here?"

Doc shuddered once more but tried to hide it. "Yeah, we are done for today."

"Good," Error threw away the scarf he was working on and walked through the door without a goodbye. What a waste of time, he thought. I could have been watching UnderNovela.

As he walked out of the office and to a place where he could travel to the Anti-Void freely, he paused, turning around. Usually, Error would immediately destroy any AU he went to. He glitched, glancing around. His eyes softened as his gaze saw Doc Sans waving at him with a warm smile.

Huh. A slight smile crossed Error's face as his anger disappeared. He stepped through his portal, having done no damage to this new alternate universe.

Maybe there's more to these... anomalies...

#undertale au #utmv #sans au #error sans #doc sans #ink sans #therapy #tehrogue #happy birthday! #I hope you liked it! #dont expect good writing from me at this hour #(;

[escapetothelake]

vanderboom relationship headcanons

focus characters: albert, rose, frank, and leonard

warnings: a little swearing, angst, death, abusive tendencies, albert

quick timeline dump: leonard was probably between 2 and 4 years old in 1895 (when his parents married), marking his birth between 1891 and 1893. this made him between 11 and 13 when his parents died in 1904. when rose was born in 1909, he was between 16 and 18, and when he went off to war in 1914, she was 5, ad he was between 21 and 23. frank was born in 1885, meaning that he was 11 when his mother died in 1896. he was freed in 1924 when he was 39, rose was 15, and leonard was between 31 and 33. all of this is canon.

anyway, after the deaths of his family members, albert absolutely PURGED the vanderboom home of any evidence of its old inhabitants. he locked away emma's paintings, got rid of toys, and boarded up entire rooms. much of the deceased vanderbooms' belongings were either destroyed, or left collecting dust in one of the many locked rooms of the home. albert kept the house very heavily restricted, and it was very hard for anyone residing in the house (leonard and rose) to end up somewhere he didn't want them to be.

i don't see a lot of people talking about this, but albert raised leonard for ten years, and there's no evidence that they had any sort of close connection. however, albert kept him alive, and he didn't seem to harm him directly, so there's that. my headcanon is that he used leonard as something of an errand boy/servant, using him to help build the machine that would bring rose into the world, all the while keeping him in the dark about everything.

leonard could have been a very good influence on rose. he was always a really cheerful child, fond of music and stories, and he would have imparted that onto her. he lost some of his cheerfulness after the deaths of his parents, but he was still kindhearted and passionate. however, albert did not like leonard and rose spending time together, and he quickly became jealous of any affection his young daughter showed toward his nephew. eventually, albert's jealousy became too intense, and he made excuses to keep leonard away from rose (chores, etc). as such, the two children spent very little time together.

however, leonard left his mark here and there. he made some paper flowers for rose when she was little, which ended up decorating her room later. when he wasn't busy helping albert somehow and he had a moment to himself, he would sneak out to the woods behind the house (where he'd hidden the family record player and some records before albert cleared the house out) and dance his heart out to the songs he used to listen to with his parents. rose would later find the record player and keep it.

rose was only five years old when leonard left for the war. it wasn't hard for her to forget him and supress most of the memories she had of him because of how young she was, and albert was quick to hide most of the evidence that he had existed.

i think i should take a moment to further specify just how sheltered rose was. canonically, we see no friends or family (other than her father) in her life until much, much later. i believe that albert was an extremely loving father towards rose (see this post + he calls her birth "the greatest achievement of [his] life" in TPW), but he was definitely an unhealthy parent, and i believe he tried to "protect" her in his own way—by keeping her away from the ignorant and cruel outside world. hell, when leonard was younger, he was allowed to go to the city and play with the local boys and stay with them, but he was absolutely forbidden from even sharing any of that with rose. her father didn’t want him “tainting” her mind with stories of the outside world.

side note, the isolated nature of the vanderboom home makes me wonder if rose ever even saw any sort of settlement or city before she was an adult. i imagine that one would have to row across the lake to pick up food/groceries/other necessities, making me think that albert would make a monthly trip and return with a bunch of goods. this will be important later.

regardless of all of this, albert and rose were very close. she acted as his assistant for much of their time together, and he cherished the presence of the first person who truly seemed to unconditionally love and understand him. he would often give her animal bone/tooth carvings, some of his sketches to decorate her room with, and taxidermy butterflies in boxes (yes, i will do more hcs of these two. lmk if you want me to tag you in my hc posts).

anyway, according to the game, leonard returned home in 1918?? so i guess i have to work around that. leonard came home heavily drugged on painkillers, and albert fixed him up. he spent much time in isolation in a small room downstairs, recovering from his lost leg and the visions he had. these visions triggered a mental breakdown within him, and left him reevaluating much of his life. leonard (now between 25 and 27 years old) asked about rose, and albert made it very clear that he was not to go anywhere near her. realizing that the situation was hopeless and wanting to be as far away from that awful place as possible, leonard packed up and moved to the city. rose had no idea that he was even alive at this point, and she wouldn't find out until much later.

when she turned ten, weird things started happening to rose. she would feel a presence when there wasn't one, and she started to beome even more curious. one day, when albert left to get goods from wherever, she explored.. and found the ouija board and william's spirit, who tasked her with his project.

sometimes rose would try to use the ouija board to communicate with the spirits in her family, but william was always there and would overpower the rest, telling her to find the timepieces or sacrifices. sometimes he’d give her something like “BRAIN”, but she wouldn't know what to do with that. one time, she took the brain of a cadaver her father had and brought it to the ouija board, but william would not accept it.

one day in 1924 when rose was 15, albert left again to get things for the home, which needed some repairs. during this time, she found frank, who was 39, very malnourished, and mute due to the impact of his fall. rose had no clue who he was at first, but curiosity won her over (this was the first person other than her father that she could truly remember), and she took him inside to fix up. frank healed quickly as a result of drinking the immortal dog’s urine (lol), and when rose found some paper for him to write to her on, he explained who he was and what happened.

frank was incredibly knowledge-hungry and intelligent, and he started reading and poking around while rose contemplated all that she had just learned. she was more intrigued than particularly sympathetic to frank's plight, and due to her fascination with this new person in her life, she agreed to help him hide from her father.

this worked for a while. throughout his time in hiding, frank and rose learned sign language. they grew pretty close, bonded by their uniqueness and their fucked up family. however, when rose was around 16 years old, frank saw an opportunity, snuck out of his hiding place, and killed albert.

some complications began here. rose understood why frank did it, and she knew her father deserved it, but she did not exactly condone it. she didn’t stop frank, though. this would obviously put a subconscious rift between the cousins—rose was still young when the man she freed and helped to get back on his feet killed the most important person in her life, so any resentment there is understandable. she didn't hate him, but things were tense. frank appreciated her help and felt a little bad, but he'd do it all again.

rose watched in silence as frank dug a grave for albert in the family cemetary and buried him there. then, the cousins wrote to leonard, who they discovered was still around, and asked him to come. reluctantly, he did, and he was pleased to hear that albert was dead. he found that this was an opportunity to rebuild the vanderboom family and find answers.

frank remembered leonard better than leonard did frank (as he was older), but everything before frank’s fall was a bit cloudy. therefore, virtually their only connection other than blood was through rose and a mutual hatred of albert. still, this was a strong enough foundation for them. leonard did not know sign language, so frank began carrying around a chalkboard to write on while he learned, and rose would occasionally interpret as well.

oof, i don't envy leonard and rose. when they were young, they were the only children around, so they each saw the other as the sibling they never had. but as adults, they discovered they actually were (half) siblings. it's surreal. rose reminded leonard of his mother, but he still felt some uneasiness about her origins. he knew it wasn't her fault, but he couldn't really help it. he instead tried to redirect that anger towards albert, the man who orphaned and then raised him while having the audacity to lie to him the whole time.

leonard went out to the forest to see if his old record player was there. it was, and he and frank brought it inside. rose told him that she found it, and he explained that he had left it out there to keep it safe from albert. they turned it on, and for the first time in decades, the vanderboom home was filled with music.

leonard loved dancing as a boy. however, it frustrated him that he couldn't move as easily as he used to be able to because lost his leg. he was a more bitter man with his injury and the knowledge of albert’s crimes, and rose trying to help him dance initially angered him. however, when he calmed himself down, he decided to give it a try. she had to support him a lot, and they tripped several times, but eventually they managed a steady sway. he was grateful, and he began to improve both on his own and with rose over time. getting back one of his passions helped him heal and made him a much happier man.

frank saw rose and leonard’s connection through dancing, and he got it in his head to offer her a dance as an olive branch. it was kind of her and leonard’s thing, but she agreed. eventually, it became something they could all share together. soon, many nights were spent dancing, listening to leonard's stories of the outside world, and laughing to the dramatic sign language jokes frank did to make his cousins laugh. the vanderbooms were no ordinary family, not anymore (and perhaps not ever), but at least they were a family again in the first place.

#ahh sorry about this it's a mess #i had fun writing tho. i just love these three #rose vanderboom #frank vanderboom #leonard vanderboom #leonard vanderboom headcanons (mine) #albert vanderboom #rose vanderboom headcanons (mine) #frank vanderboom headcanons (mine) #albert vanderboom headcanons (mine) #albert sucks major ass #my headcanons #rusty lake #cube escape #rusty lake roots #tw swearing

[tunamayojazz]

my fav flavor of inuokko is older (late 20s-30s) with a lot of regrets and bad memories but who have been together so long and know each other so well that they face all of it head on. there’s a few fics in this vein but i’ve never seen any older inok art!

anon thank you so much for putting older inuokko in my head. it unlocked a new department in my brainrot and i now have so many thoughts about them...

100% agree that older inuokko would have lots of regrets and bad memories, they've experienced all kinds of things in their 20s (and life in general) but it's mostly bad bc lbr the jujutsu world is not pretty and they did not have a kind childhood...but when they're together, it's easy to forget all the bad for just a bit.

one day i'll have a character sheet for both of them (i am very invested in this)! will just post yuta for now bc im struggling with toge haha. thoughts below on how yuta is in his 30s plus some long story rambling bc i cannot be trusted with a keyboard and brainrot...

i'd like to think that yuta grows to be a lot more confident in his skin and becomes the best at looking after his friends as compared to the past when they've had to look out for him and reassure him more. he's not shy or hesitant in his actions at this age and a lot of people around like to say he would have been a great teacher at the school.

at one point (as a 3rd year perhaps) he entertained the thought of becoming a teacher, but the moment he had imagined his students dying, it was an instant no. he knew he wouldn't be able to handle it. it's hard enough that he has nightmares of his friends dying/being hurt sometimes. there's been a lot of close calls over the years. at this point of time, he and toge are both freelance sorcerers and no longer under the school, kinda like mei mei and yuki.

will expand on this in the future but it's due to something that happened and had to do with both the inumaki clan and the higher ups that made yuta swear to never return to the school ever again. he actually had to be stopped from destroying the school after shit hit the fan and that's where he got the scars he has now from. sure he could have healed them easily, but he wanted a physical reminder (he never wants to forget what his foolishness could cost him) of sorts. it's one of the events that i would say was significant to his character development.

they move to kyoto shortly after that. i haven't fully thought out toge's story at this point of time but as yuta is maturing and growing into the person he's always wished to become, toge is crumbling. he has a lot of repressed family trauma that he's always been good at locking away in his mind, but after recent events he just broke.

and of course yuta is there for toge, especially when the latter has been his pillar of strength since they became important to each other. unlike the past, he can read when toge needs space or when he needs someone by his side. over the years he's just been able to sense what toge needs like it's something natural to him.

at toge's lowest points, he reminds him of just how loved he is everyday, as much as he can through words and actions. specifically i think yuta is really good at non-sexual intimacy (pls look at the bottom right sketch)!

one thing that has never changed about yuta tho is that he'll still panic over small things like when maki or toge fall sick. for example when he hears from panda that she's down with a cold, he takes the next bullet train back to tokyo as though she's on her deathbed lmao.

overall i think he'd be pretty stable in his 30s but also it wouldn't take much to make him spiral and lose it ^^

#guess who got carried away again #sorry this is kinda messy #the brainrot coordinator is on leave #will she back? has she ever existed even? idk #sigh the ideas i have for toge's story rn is so heavy like why do i always make him suffer #but its also not my fault the crumbs we have regarding his backstory all point to so much potential angst and despair amirite #its ok yuta is here #and he'll make it all okay again #inuokko #ottoge #inumaki toge #inumaki #okkotsu yuta #yuuta #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #art #hc #au

[obscurebelief]

Albus' Funeral

Even in the secluded cottage, hidden from both Non-Magic and Magic alike, news would reach his ears.

Albus was dead. And he can swear, even so far away, he could hear Fawkes' lamenting song echo through the trees and the skies.

Tired brown eyes looked into the fire, as if expecting news he already knew from his father. But it didn't come. And he didn't dive into what would be keeping his father from telling him, maybe because he knew that his son knew already.

Aurelius Dumbledore had been hiding away from the world for a few decades now, not wanting to deal with Voldemort or any lowly dark witch or wizard that somehow believed Voldemort would make their lives better. No, he could care less as much as he cared less about the other side and the famous Harry Potter.

He disliked both worlds and preferred being alone, because that is all he had been before. Lonely and isolated.

In a way, he had never forgiven his uncle for standing in his way and refusing to allow him to destroy Grindelwald. It made his hate return and he had left without a word. He allowed his family and a few friends know where he was if they wanted to come; the only people he'd allow near his cottage.

The phoenix was almost silent when he perched on the old witch's windowsill and looked at him with such a sorrowful expression. The bright red and gold looked less vibrant, "it is true, is it not, Fawkes?" He gently stroked the feathers and beak in an attempt to wipe the tears away from the grieving phoenix. "You may stay here and take as long as you like. I'm afraid I don't have toast prepared."

It would be a few long days before he revealed himself to the world again, if only on the Hogwarts Grounds. Arriving in dark robes, his long dark hair with some bits of grey tied back with a red bow that matches his tie. The suit underneath was as black as his robes.

No one recognized him which relieved him. And he sat beside his father without a word. Now was the time to grieve and empty out their regrets. Aurelius allowed himself to cry, keeping silent his tongue.

In the rows, his eyes met the old familiar and kind eyes of Newt, Tina, Queenie, and Jacob. He met their eyes and gave a silent nod. Time was kind to each of them.

The funeral was a time to pay respects, and Aberforth held his anger in, which he himself could not blame.

It was eventually over and he finally caught the eyes of Harry Potter. The scar shown, and he did not intend to stare as he approached the grieving boy. So young, to young to be in a war like this. Harry looked at the older man oddly, as if trying to do a double take on a bit of the resemblance to the barman and a bit of Albus. And he finally moved onto see Newt and the others and finally allow themselves to cry so much more. Both in how long they've all been a part and the loss.

"This should never be on a boy's shoulders." He finally said while looking at Harry. And eventually, everyone would depart, leaving only the few behind. Aurelius staying by the white tomb, "I... why didn't you ask for our help? We could have helped, I could have- I could've helped." He grit his teeth to try and hold back a choked sob.

"You saved me and you wouldn't let me save you? I owe you and I can't repay it." He looks around, finding himself alone. "If Fawkes stays, I will take care of him like before. I promise."

#credence barebone #aurelius dumbledore #albus dumbledore

[destiny-fics]

Mixtape #2

[Seo Changbin x Fem!Reader]

Genre: smut, fluff, angst, college!au

Pairing: Seo Changbin x Reader

Summary: Seo Changbin would do absolutely anything for you, that much is obvious to everyone. But maybe he shouldn't be helping you in finding out who exactly made the mixtape and who it's for. Because in doing that Changbin may be revealing too many of his own secrets, secrets he's not ready for even you to know.

Warnings: Smut, male masturbation, secret keeping, swearing

General Taglist:@hiseu @yeosayang @avyskai @whatudowhennooneseesyou @foxdaisy @lickslixie @maskedmochiii

Series Taglist: @anthropologymajorkpopmultistan

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It was common knowledge that Seo Changbin would do absolutely anything for you.

Anyone could see it in the way he looked at you like you’d come straight down from heaven, like you had hung the moon in the sky for him. That night of his first proper performance with 3racha, the night in which he managed to mess up so bad that you couldn't even look at him after he kissed you, Changbin had never felt his heart break like that before and he knew he'd never feel it again.

For Changbin, the time after that in which the two of you didn't see or speak to each other was beyond painful. It was like there was a constant stabbing in his heart, a reminder that you weren't around him, that you didn't see him in the same way he saw you, that you never would. But, Changbin also knew that he couldn't keep missing you in his life, even if he couldn't have you the way he wished, he also couldn't not have you in his life at all. So he opened himself back up to you and to your friendship.

Because everyone who knew the two of you was right.

Seo Changbin would do anything for you.

Which is why, upon receiving a mildly distressed sounding phone call from you, he was currently at your door, pulling you into a hug once you let him inside. He had been on his way to the gym near your apartment building when you'd called. You'd sounded distressed, talking too fast to understand about some letter, or was it letters? That you had been receiving over the past couple of weeks. Changbin was kind of annoyed that you hadn't told him about it sooner, but he then quickly reminded himself that he was only your friend, nothing more and if you didn't want to tell him about something than you had every right to. Didn't mean he was happy about it, of course, but he understood.

"Hey," his voice was calm and level and he smoothed his hand out over the back of your head in an attempt to soothe you. "Is everything alright?"

"Sort of?" You buried your head more into Changbin's chest, letting the feeling of his body against yours ground you. "It's the mixtape maker."

Changbin frowned "the who now?"

"The person who made the mixtape. They keep sending me letters, giving me…clues about the songs so that I can find them."

"Well, it sounds like they're just helping you out, isn't that a good thing?"

"You don't understand Binnie," you looked up at him with a small pout on your lips and Changbin smoothed his hand gently over your cheek, getting lost in the feeling of you and just how close the two of you were standing.

"What don't I understand y/n?"

"They don't just want to help me out, they want me to figure out who they made it for and who they are and deliver the message. I don't," you cast your eyes to the ground, your next words coming out as a soft whisper. "I don't want to get it wrong and destroy something which could have been amazing."

"Oh baby," Changbin pulled you close again, letting you bury your head into his chest once more. "You won't ruin anything. Whoever this person is clearly trusts you to do the right thing. And I know you will."

"You really think that?"

"Of course I do. You're my y/n, you always do the right thing."

You pulled away to look at him then and Changbin was hit with the same rush of feelings he had experienced many times with you. You didn't know it and Changbin supposed that you never would, but he had been harboring these feelings for you from the moment that the two of you had met. He had always found you charming and gorgeous. You lit up the room when you walked in and people loved you. You were kind and funny and you always wanted to do the right thing, how did people expect Changbin not to fall for you?

You looked away from him quickly, breaking Changbin's thoughts of you, to focus on the you who was in front of him. "How do I even find the recipient? I mean, the letters are helpful, but they've really only helped find me a couple of the next songs. How do I fit that all to a person?"

That got Changbin thinking. Because why would the mixtape maker send letters to you, and put the tape in your spot if it wasn't meant for you to find? If it wasn't meant for you in the first place? It made sense that the recipient would be you, even if you were unsure of the sender.

"I mean," he began, looking you over slowly, "maybe the recipient isn't as far away as you think."

"Changbin...are you saying you think the tape was made for me?"

"Look. I'm not a hundred percent sure, but think about it. You find this mysterious mixtape and all of a sudden notes from its maker start appearing in your letterbox? It's definitely suspicious."

He was right. It was suspicious. And you were determined to get to the bottom of it. You nodded "and it was hidden in my favourite book…"

"And the songs so far have all been things which connect to you right?"

Your eyes widened and you nodded, voice coming out as an excited whisper when you spoke next "Oh my god you're right. I'm the mixtape recipient. The message is for me. But…but why? Why would anyone make me a mixtape?"

Changbin wanted to counter by asking who wouldn't make you a mixtape, but he didn't. Instead he smiled, if a little forced and smoothed his hands down your shoulders. "Y/n, you're incredible. Anyone would be lucky to have you," I would be lucky to have you. "And whoever this person is, is clearly interested in you. I think that you should still try to find them and their message for you."

You nodded, pulling Changbin into another tight hug. "Thank you Binnie, thank you."

Changbin smiled, burying his face into your hair "Anything for you."

~

Changbin wasn't proud of his nightly routine. He knew that it was wrong, you'd probably think that he was disgusting for what he did, but he couldn't help it. He was head over heels for you. You and your voice, your laugh, your eyes, your body…Changbin couldn't help himself when he got carried away thinking about you.

He'd let himself slip into a daydream about you after leaving your house, resulting in him almost dropping a weight on his foot when he finally joined Chan and Jisung at the gym. His friends had teased him about not being on his best form, the teasing only increasing when he let them know that he'd just been at your place.

Changbin had embarrassingly been sporting a half-chub since he'd left the gym and had turned down a late night 3racha recording session to save himself even more embarrassment.

Now, he was sat on his back, dick still hard in his shorts as he skimmed his hand over the front of them, hissing through his teeth at the contact.

In his head, you were in the room with him, just watching him. Your eyes were hooded and you were looking at him with the same gaze you had looked at him with on the night of the first ever 3racha showcase. "Come on Binnie," imaginary you purred. "Take those shorts off for me, want to see your pretty cock."

Changbin moaned softly as he squeezed his cock before shimmying out of his shorts and boxers, erection springing up to slap his stomach.

In his head, you gasped, smiling like the cat who had got the cream. "So big Changbin. Think it'll fit inside?" Changbin moaned again, beginning to move his hand up and down his cock upon encouragement from your voice in his head. His cock wasn't the longest by any means, he was no Chan or Hyunjin (the circumstances by which he found that out Chabgbin wasn't entirely proud of) but it was thick. And he knew, from an incredibly drunk conversation that your little group had at the conclusion of Felix's birthday party, that you liked thicker dicks more than longer ones.

"I'm just saying," you'd slurred out, putting your head in Changbin's lap, so close to his dick that he had to will himself not to get hard in front of all your friends. "That length is all superficial, if you know how to use your dick right you can kind of replicate that feeling right?" Chan had made a noise in disagreement, but you had carried on. "But the stretch of a nice fat cock?" You'd sighed and both Jeongin and Jisung had to look away from you, shifting uncomfortably. "That shit you cannot replicate with just anything."

Changbin now let his head fall back against the headboard of his bed as he fucked into his fist faster. The muscles in his stomach tensed as his thrusts sped up and his eyes fluttered closed as he breathed out a moan of your name. He knew you'd sound pretty when you moaned for him, just as desperate for him as he was for you. He groaned loudly as his orgasm hit, cum splattering over his stomach in thick white ribbons. He continued to fuck his hand through his orgasm, sending himself into slight overstimulation, before letting himself come down completely. He sat there for a while panting quietly as he looked up at the ceiling. "Fuck…" he whispered, rubbing a hand over his face, jumping when the his phone chimed in the silence of his room. Still naked, Changbin leaned over to pick up his phone, smiling a little as he saw a text from you lighting up the screen, even as guilt began to creep up on him. He opened up his phone, eyes scanning the text.

My Y/n 💕: Bin I found another one of the songs. I think you were right, it is for me. And I think I know who it's from.

Changbin swore under his breath and let his head fall back against the headboard. He thought he had more time before you figured out who had made the mixtape. He'd been so worried about trying to help you that he didn't think about the consequences of what helping you would be.

God he needed to get a grip.

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