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jovnie · 3 years

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The devil's desire | Yoongi

Summary;

You fell in love with a man of many pasts, however he desired more than a relationship. He wanted your soul for eternity.

Words: 13k

Devil yoongi! Demon au! Human reader

Very Dark themes

Warnings: religious concepts, gore, porn without plot, death, big dick yoongi, clubbing, kidnapping, non-con touching, blood, cnc, prey ( y/n ), stalker yoongi, drugged, drugs, chains, cutting, rough sex,

"She's almost ready sir!" a winged creature announced. Nodding in his throne, he took the mirror and looked through it. There you were getting ready to meet a mysterious guy at a club or well hoping to once again. He smirked devilishly knowing you remembered to come back to this particular club.

He previously brought you to this nightclub in Korea, hidden through an alleyway in the darkest part of Busan. There was danger and a constant fear of being robbed, kidnapped. Even if Korea was a safe place, things like kidnapping and murder still happen and even more so at night.

He remembered that you kept a knife and a taser with you, he liked the vulnerability you had going to a place not meant for angels let alone humans at night. He found it charming how oblivious you are to your surroundings as well. He was a man of darkness and hell for sure, but one thing was for sure. He only craved humans who were pure and light energetically. 'Suppose you did know that the Club was own by the devil himself, would that really stop you' he thought.

He watched her put on clothes and noticed how delicate she was in his eyes. No, this wasn't the first time he'd watch her. Not the last either, it seemed like a generational curse in his eyes. He wasn't mad he placed it on the females to feel tempted by his actions, however, each one passed the test. you however failed it the first two times, making it the third time.

Sighing, he put the mirror down and stood up. Stretching, he allowed his black feather wings to elongate and move around before putting them away. Looking at his watch it was a quarter past 11 pm, he'd knew you want to be early and try and catch a good table. However the little worry of what if someone wanted to take you before him, hurt you before him. The thoughts riled him up, making him grab his keys and wait by the portal. Besides the gate doesn't open until 11:59, so his intrusiveness can calm for now.

While waiting, he took out the cute little human hand mirror you'd gifted him a while back. He looked at himself and the scar over his left eye, "maybe this is what attracts them" he chuckled softly.

As time fastened, he waited for the lock in the air to appear. He waited long and hard for that little red lock and once it appeared, he opened all the portals from his underworld to the human world and the other one which lead stright to his club.

Formally known as 666 plaza to hadians, the chosen humans only knew it as void 218. To you it was just another club on the holy day of Sunday. Although you were never brought up with Christianity, you had the basics that everyone knew, loved, and hated.

Waiting by the gates or humanly known as "doors" you pulled out your phone to realize there was no battery or charge. Confused as you could've sworn it was full when you left, you herd the doors open and the mini line began moving. Your eyes wandered the room to find the stairs that led to the upper level where you would meet and see Yoongi. You knew it was stupid to keep doing this, but with yours and his schedule it wasn't at all.

Passing by the few people, you found upstairs and walked up seeing there were already people inside which confused you, but you paid little attention to it. Waiting by the usual black velvet seats and area, you head a familiar voice.

"Is this your regular peach vodka with light ice?" yoongi asked loudly over the now loud music playing. Nodding, you sat up and greeted him before getting your drink. Little did u know about his plans with you or what tonight was gonna be.

Smiling softly, yoongi was gentle eyes admired your beauty as he get down with his own drink. He took a sip of his own drink that was laced with a sleeping drug, one that'd do nothing to him and more to you.

"So what are you doing here?" He asked knowingly.

"Well, it's a Sunday and I have nothing planned so I thought I come by" you lied, hoping the white lie would slip. Nodding, yoongi put his hand on your thighs and moved closer to talk to you about life and each other week. You mentioned something about the campus or school you were studying and he lied about his "forensics" job and how hard it was to see how people died. Continuing, he bought the two of you more drinks and when the timing was right offered one of his. Thanking him for the kind jester, you took a sip. He smiled and also took a sip after you, then placed it back down.

"Good isn't it?" he said, reaching over to his phone and at the time. Noticing he did so you hummed and snuck another sip. Then another. Whatever was in had you almost drinking his entire cup down.

"Omg what is this, what's making it so good. I can't put my finger on it" she said as her words slowed down and her eyes blinked slowly. He watched her body start to feel tired, then at the right moment whispered in her ear "apple, cherry, lime, it's a light alchcolic drink and right, drugs."

Soon as her eyes closed and body dropped, he mustered enough strength to pick her up and sling you over his shoulder. "Another one taken by the devils favorite drink, poison apple," he whispered knowing nobody cared to stop him not could. Well not if they wanted hells punishment if not worse death, even if they were immortal. Walking up the last set of stairs he opened the portal and handed the keys to his servant and told him to look after.

Noting the girl, the servant nodded and knew the king was gonna take his time and would be in a long "meeting." Taking charge of the place, yoongi walked up to his Castle surrounded by blue flames in the middle of nowhere and walked in. He demanded for total privacy, meaning nobody in or even near the castle or be banished for eternity and with that everyone wondered what that soul did to get his undivided attention. From there gossip spread about you from one to another creature and it traveled fast.

Meanwhile, he laid you on the bed and looked at his watch. The drug last about 30 minutes and about 20minuets have gone. From there he requested one trusted worker with a list. The list was :

The devils list

Body Chains and rope

Salt and a black cross

2 Robes

Wipes

Black paint

Sheep's blood

Lube any flavor

Nodding the worker flew off and yoongi allowed his wings to expand out his back and eyes to turn a dark blue color as his hair contained white strips. He watched your sleeping body, before checking the time and seeing he has 5 minutes left before you wake up. Taking that in he stretched his neck and before activating his speed and undressing you, cleaning the area around the bed, making sure the chain locks are stable and if not changing them, turning off lights and lighting candals all around the room and the whole castle and finally sitting down at the edge. Checking the time once again, he had 3 minutes left and so did the worker before he'd get pissed and with that thought the worker came to drop everything off before yoongi told him to get lost.

With the activation of speed he quickly undressed, sat the cup near the bed and filled it with sheeps blood, put salt near the edge without touching it as it stung him, put the cross around his neck and began drawing a ritual circle around the bed then finnaly the walls. To end everything he placed the chains on your hands and feet then connected to each end of the bed. The rest of the stuff he just put next to the bed and laid naked above you waiting for you to wake up.

He knew the drug was strong, but he didnt think it was that strong so he checked the time again and 10 minutes had passed by. Sighing, he began taking the knife and cut a slit on his wrist and placed the wound to your mouth. After a few blinks, you began to wake up and within a second you panked and a minute later realised you were chained.

Weak, scared, targeted, blood covered lips, chained and his favorite vulnerability he finally felt aroused at the sight. With lust in his eyes and an aura darker than night himself, he slowly kissed your cheek.

"Welcome to hell baby" he greeted, confused you closed your eyes and for once prayed you'd be able to wake up in where you left to only get the image of him drugging you and making you pass out. To then opne them and see the same sight.

"Wouldn't that make you?" She paused trying to yank the chains.

"Hades, satan the devil or whatever you humans call me for ruling the underworld. Then yes that's me and as you see, you're caged like a bug trapped in a spider's web. How cute. How naive to trust anyone you've properly met either. " he whispered the last bit in your ear as his lips traveled around your chest and neck leaving hickeys as he moved.

Groaning, you tried yanking the chains hearing a noise and hoping it ment it broke to realise no he fooled you with the sound of his nails knocking on the wood.

"Got you" he chuckled as you began scared, moving his lips towards your breast he sucked softly getting slight moans from your mouth. "Mm good girl continue with it an d maybe I'll spare your soul" he joked, sucking and groaning your other breast with his hands. Ignoring him and forcing your mouth to close. He raised an eyebrow and sat up, he then looked at your mouth and then his length.

"That wasn't smart now was it dsrling?" He asked, as his crouch hovered your mouth and his length being rubbed on your face as the other hand rested on the wall. "Noe open wide and if not, I can allways just shove it. Dont think about biting as i can manually remove teeth of needed" he mentioned as tears rolled down your eyes as he slowly entered his length.

"Good girl, suck it like that" he groaned, slowly moving his hips all the way in and out. With doing so he admired the trlaclesnt salty wetness driping from her eyes that he took a finger and wiped it. Caressing her face as he continued thrusting and groaning till he felt hard enough and then pulled out. Wiping her eyes again he grabbed the lube and posed the non negotiable question of

"May I pretty angel, take this as mine?" He whispered softly as he leaned down to her ear. Nodding yes a tear ran and he licked it clean, causing a slight shiver down her body. "Good" he replied, putting lube around his own length and stoking it on.

"If you cum on me will I get pregnant?" You asked shyly.

"Mm, well yes and that's my goal princes or should I say queen. Your body is mine after all." he tells, taking his fingers and tracing a cross between your chest as he watches a dark mark appear in a mini cross between your chest.

Crying harder knowing you've not only been kidnapping, but there was an even little chnace of seeing your family friends and well your little pet. "I love when you cry my love" he said softly as his fingers softly rubbed against you clit and his lips attach to yours. Knowingly you kissed back and surprisingly it felt like comfort but tasted like sin and poison. One your body will soon adapt to. As your mouths moved in unison, his fingers rubbed softly around your bud and you were finally able to relax and enjoy the feeling. He had an undeniable hold on your body, one your soul started to grow a liking too the longer her rubbed and kissed your lips. Soon you became hungry for more and grinded against his hand and with the hint he rubbed quicker as you moaned down his throat and his free hand now snaking behind your back. Moaning more you called his name, in which he loved begging you to say again.

"YOONGi!"you moaned louder as his stomach and cock felt it making it twitch slightly. stoping his finger he guided his tip and put his chin on your neck and slid in slowly, taking his time as you adjusted before moving faster. You pulled the chains trying to hold onto him but he shook his head no and softly held your body up with the help of the chains and began pounding into you.

No it was not a speed nor length you were used to, but the feeling you could by a heartbeat. You legs became weak, your back arched hard, your mouth could only stay open and your head was in a daze as he fucked you without mercy. His length was big enough to make you scream from the top of your lungs and beg for more. He loved that and too started moaning which soon started to sound like deep breathes and heavy grunts. He loved the warm, pulsing feeling of your pussy on him as it dripped with cum around him.

"Ah, fuck, That's hot!" he moaned loudly. Moving his hips closer, he pushed his length in deeper and the sounds of his hips crashing into yours echoed the room. You were now at a point of no return, all you could do was moan and take him, which only increased his horniness and overall arousal.

"I'm close!" yoongi groaned and panted as his hips movements slowed down, but the deepness was still there. Shopping, yoongi's body out of tiredness fell on top of yours and he kissed your neck softly. Without enough energy to pull out, he came deep, groaning in your neck and laying still. Both overly fucked out and deep breathing, laid there until yoongi got enough energy to unchain your hands and drink from the cup of blood that started to reek and fill the room. The room that once smelt like lavender and vanilla now smelled like sex and sheep's blood. Leaning down to kiss you, you kissed back with your body begging to ache like hell and body starting to contort you screamed in pain. Whispering something into your neck, he held you close to his chest as you grabbed and scratched his back till the blood came from it.

"Submit and it'll go quickly." he whispered tired as can be. Taking his advice, you closed your body and let it take over. Suddenly your eyes and hair became white as a dove and the pain stopped. Not only did he claim you as his, the kiss of blood crowned you queen of the underworld.

They laid naked as each could no longer have the strength to get up, but hold each other in a soft hug. Comferting and relaxing, considering what had to happen. They slept wedded that night, perfectly times as the full moon was now full and the ritual circle could light up red as the two came into harmony.

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suits-of-woe · 4 years

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Any further (not modern if you don’t mind cus I’m kinda bad @ modern AUs) headcanons for Goneril in a lady AU (and Edmund & or Ablany) cause I know u like her!!

Absolutely! This turned into almost a full AU summary because I’m so into exploring the possibilities here. Goneril is a lesbian and deserves better and I’ll protect her with my life. (Tw for basically all the stuff we talked about, homophobia and fertility issues, plus some biphobia her with her opinions on Regan, cause she’s not great at dealing.)

- It takes a long time for Goneril to realize she’s not straight, because at first, she’s just entirely uninterested in men. The thought of touching them and, worse, one day having to marry one, just fills her with repulsion and anxiety, but for a while she just kind of assumes that’s…how male/female relationships work? Most marriages must just be unhappy and exhausting, and something she’ll have to deal with some day. Until the day a female friend casually brushes the hair out of Goneril’s face and she feels the spark that she didn’t think she was capable of feeling – didn’t think was made for people like her. She feels blissfill, for a moment, until it occurs to her what this could do to her, and she tells herself she’s not stupid enough to risk everything for this, and tells no one.

- Regan kisses a girl before Goneril does. It’s a stupid, thoughtless, reckless thing, like everything Regan does, and like everything she does, she seems delighted with herself for it. Regan tells her about it late one night, smug and giggling, tells her that she actually enjoyed it. Even though Goneril knows for a fact she’s kissed boys (done more, probably) and enjoyed that too. Even though she doesn’t seem to take any of it seriously at all. And Goneril just stares at her for a moment, and then slaps her. Regan thinks she’s just furious that she would dare do something so sinful, so she laughs and tells Goneril she’s a prude, then tells her (not laughing anymore) that she had better not tell Father if she values her life. Goneril is furious, but not for the reason she thinks.

- Edmund is one of very few wlw Goneril ever meets, years before everything goes down. She hears rumours, at least. No one at court is terribly surprised. She’s a bastard, obviously just naturally perverse. Or just a young, reckless girl gone wild, like Regan. She’ll grow out of it. Or she won’t, but it doesn’t matter, because Gloucester’s daughter is basically still a child, and Goneril could never think of her like that. When Edmund gets sent away from court, Goneril grits her teeth and reminds herself why she’s smart to keep her mouth shut. 

- Marriage isn’t…awful. It’s basically what she expected when she was younger. She gets through the consumation out of necessity, and after that Albany never forces himself on her. To be honest he doesn’t seem to like her all that much at all sometimes, and she doesn’t mind. When is with women, it’s only a few times, and she’s incredibly careful about it. Only people who work for her, who she’s absolutely certain she can trust, or threaten and pay off sufficiently if it comes to it. It’s still hard to relax, but she can enjoy it, and no one ever tells. It’s just…fine.

- …and then it’s not fine, as the years pass and Lear starts nagging her about an heir. Because she’s barely been touching her husband, just to keep her sanity, but suddenly she has to or she’s a failed eldest daughter. It’s mostly just her too. Cordelia’s not even married, and Regan is, happily, but is in absolutely no hurry to bring children into her life, and Lear has never once complained about her. So suddenly she is trying to have sex with Albany, all the time, though it makes her want to be sick, but there’s still no baby, and Lear is still angry, so she tries more and more often until she just breaks down one day, and physically pushes him away and starts to sob. Of course, he never asks why, damn him, not that she would have explained. She never really loved him, but after that, she can barely look at him anymore. Lear keeps asking, but she stops trying.

- Edmund isn’t the first woman she’s been with, but it’s the first experience she’s had of both wanting and feeling wanted at the same time. It’s amazing (almost too amazing, god knows where Edmund got all that experience, she’s simulatenously enthralled and jealous and doesn’t really want to know). Goneril almost feels naive for falling in love with her, like she’s some little girl planning to marry whatever boy was her first kiss. She’s not that surprised when Edmund seems to be straying, and making excuses to spent time away from her. She can survive that, until she realizes it’s Regan.

- She stays angry until Regan starts to get sick. Regan has a choice, she could be with a man and be just as content, or hell, she could at least wait until her fucking husband is cold in his grave. Regan’s been happy all this time, but it’s not enough. She just has to take what isn’t hers. Goneril stays angry until she sees Regan’s face go pale, until she sees Edmund bleeding out on the ground in front of her, and she realizes they’re the only two women who could have fully understood her struggle and (directly or not) she’s managed to kill them both. At that point, there’s nothing left, and it’s too much to live with.

#whew this turned out LONG #give me any lear au and i can rant on it for hours apparently #i love this idea #and i love goneril #like just genuinely feel for her so much #also sorry if i don't respond to any comments rn i'm posting this just before i head to dinner!#goneril #edmund #(female edmund au if people didn't get the gist)#(you decide if edgar's a girl too in this universe it just didn't come up)#king lear #mine

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writing-of-a-british-bitch · 5 years

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As it began

Fandom: Xmen: Apocalypse (with mentions of Xmen: Days Of Future Past)

Specified gender: Female

Pairing: Warren Worthington III x reader/ Platonic!Charles Xavier x reader

TW: language, death, mentions of suicide, a lot of angst

Genre: ANGST

Word Count: 9.4K

Requests: OPEN

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A/n: THE GERMAN AND POLISH IN THIS PROBABLY ISN’T ACCURATE (There are translations) italics means flashback! The second gif will make sense when you read the fic ;) This is a Warren x reader, but it HUGELY focuses on Charles and the reader's relationship. And Bitch. I’ve been working on this fic for well over a month and I’ve been so hyped for it. I’m so incredibly happy that I get to post it. I got the title idea from White Queen by the way. Enjoy you guys! I’m so proud of this fic!!!!! Also, this is the longest fic I’ve ever written by FAR! Massive thanks to @writingfortoomanyfandoms for listening to my constant bullshit and proofreading certain parts. Ily wifey.

When Charles had taken her in as his own, it'd changed both of their lives. She'd been abandoned on the steps of his mansion when she was just two years of age, causing a large amount of panic to be instilled in the mutant. He and Hank had gone over any and every possible scenario, including making the decision on whether or not to keep her. Eventually, after a long, and quite heated discussion, Charles settled on the decision of keeping her. To raise her as his own. (Y/N) Xavier had her father wrapped around her little finger. There wasn't a thing he wouldn't do for her. That was until he began taking that evil serum that gave him his legs but took his powers. At that stage in life, she had been residing in the mansion for four years, meaning she had been there since 1968, six years after Charles losing any use of his legs. And for some reason, that thought agitated Charles. But he never yelled at her. His anger was always at Hank or anyone who tried to visit. However, even after he'd stopped taking the serum and reopened the school, he'd sent her away to Erik, knowing she would be safe in his protection. 1975 became (Y/N)'s worst year for that one reason. It was a little too much for the nine-year-old to understand. And no matter how many times Erik attempted to explain it to the young girl, she would never understand. She couldn't understand why mutants were exiles and reject, seeing as the only ones she'd yet to come into contact with were all beyond kind to her. Of course, she didn't understand.

But she understood now. A whole eight years later had brought equal amounts of good and bad knowledge of mutants to her vulnerable mind. Erik's family had become her own, though Erik would tell her stories of her own father at her times of need and fear. It comforted her, though she hadn't seen him in a long time, the memories she held of him were fond and brought a smile to her face. (Y/N) had been sitting on the couch reading a book and Erik's wife, Magda, was folding some clothes. It was peaceful. Magda was like a mother to her, as Erik was a second father, and Nina was like her sister. Suddenly, Erik rushed through the door, causing the teen to jump at the noise of the door bouncing against the wall. He was speaking through hurried words about how they all had to leave.

"You did a good thing; you saved that man!" Magda argued, putting a hand on Erik's arm as he began collecting belongings, dashing through the rooms, his wife hot on his heels. She watched from the couch, unsure of what to do, feeling helpless and lost.

"That's not the point. If I'm exposed, we're all exposed," Erik stopped, moving to stand before his wife, resting a hand on her cheek, "We have to go."

"This is our home. This is our two daughters home," She shot back, gesturing blindly towards (Y/N) and she felt her heart warm, despite the tense and fearful situation.

"We are their home. I told you who I was the first night I met you. I trusted you then. I need you to trust me now. We can't stay here anymore," A sigh escaped his wife's lips and she glanced at the girl, still sat frozen on the couch, though she was on the edge of her seat now. (Y/N) knew very well how dangerous it was for Erik's cover to be blown, despite being young at the time of his most recent incident. She was young and naive. But she wasn't completely stupid.

"I'll go get Nina," Magda stated before darting upstairs. Erik's eyes fell to the girl. Practically his other daughter. He could see the panic in her eyes. The fear she felt. He felt guilty. Slowly, Erik made his way over and pulled her into a hug. (Y/N) breathed him in, feeling safe in his arms. Her real father wanted nothing to do with her, she hadn't seen her adoptive father in years, so being held by a father figure was one of the nicest feelings she'd experienced.

"I know you're scared, but you've no reason to be. I made a promise to protect you and I will keep that promise to you, my wife and my daughter, even if it kills me," (Y/N) had never known sentimentality in his voice before Magda. It was almost like a breath of fresh air when you heard it for the first time. But the moment was broken by Magda, rushing back downstairs.

"She's not in her room," Magda's voice held trepidation and that made the teen incredibly anxious like never before. Instantaneously, she broke the hug and bolted to the window, seeing Nina's common spot barren.

"I don't see her out back," (Y/n) added, feeling her heart drop to her toes. Quickly, just as Erik and Magda began running around the house, she pulled on her shoes. Before she could get outside, Erik had already beaten her too it and the trio was sprinting to the forest, calling out the child's name. All of them felt their blood run cold at the sight of a group of police officers gathered in an opening, the front officer holding Nina in a tight grip, unrelenting even as she squirmed and struggled.

"Are you okay?" Erik called to his daughter, eyeing the police officers with narrowed eyes, anger spiking through him as they tightened their hold.

"Nic jej nie jest( she's fine), "The officer reassured coldly and Magda took a step forward, despite Erik's warning glance.

"Then let her go!" She yelled and (Y/N) carefully took Magda’s hand in hers to settle her despite the rage coursing through her.

"Zrobimy to. Chcieliśmy tylko porozmawiać (We will. We just wanted to talk)" Another officer added. The teen could spy Erik shooting Nina a reassuring look, and she calmed slightly.

"Nie nosisz odznaki. Żadnego metalu( You aren't wearing your badges. No metal)," Erik remarked quietly, watching as the officers shifted uncomfortably. It was clear they feared him despite their tough exterior. Their twitching. Their nervous habit. The things that made them so painfully human. The things that made them so weak.

"Niektórzy ludzie z fabryki powiedzieli, że coś dzisiaj widzieli. Coś, co nie miało sensu. Byłeś dobrym obywatelem, Henryk. Dobry sąsiad, dobry pracownik. Chciałbym w to uwierzyć. ( Some men from the factory said they saw something today. Something that made no sense. You have been a good citizen Henryk. A good neighbour, a good worker. I would like to believe that)" Magda took another step forward at that comment. Erik was a good man. (Y/N) thought so anyway.

"On jest (He is!)" She yelled, the hand that wasn't linked with (Y/N)'s clenched. However, th police simply ignored the woman, continuing on. (Y/N) was desperate to say something. But she knew better. She'd been taught, both by Charles and Erik, that in a moment of potentially life-threatening conflict, let adults talk, until she was one herself.

"Ale nikt w mieście tak naprawdę nie wie, kim jesteś (But no one in town really knows who you are)," The man raised his eyebrows a little, prompting Erik for a response.

"Wszyscy wiedzą. Jestem Henryk Gurzsky! Jacob, nawet zjadłem u niego obiad ( Everybody knows. I am Henry Gurzsky. Jacob, I even had dinner at your place)" Erik sounded panicked. Something she hadn't heard in a long time. He was scared. Terrified even. Jacob's eyes turned venomous, eyebrows turning down into a glare.

"A ty cały czas kłamałeś. Wpuściłem mordercę do domu (And you were lying all the time. I let a murderer into my house)."Jacob growled, but the family tensed in unison as the front police officer, the one holding Nina, produced a newspaper. It had a black and white picture of Magneto on the front, back in Washington, "Czy to pan nazywa się, Magneto? (Are you the one called Magneto?)" Erik's eyes turned desperate. He spared a glance at the women behind him. He couldn't do this to them. But he had to.

"Poddaję się. Proszę. Pozwólcie mojej córce odejść.( i surrender. please. Let my daughter go)" He begged, taking a cautious step forward, eying the archers with distrust evident in his blue hues. Tentatively, the officer released Nina, the girl instantly sprinting into her father's arms. Erik returned the hug tightly, wishing he could stay with her forever.

"Idź z matką. (Go with your mother)" Erik murmured to his daughter, tenderly pushing her so Magda could pull her into a protective embrace, tight against her body. (Y/N) wanted to intervene, offer herself instead, pull Erik back. Anything. She had been taught better to act on her emotions. Nina fought against Magda, trying to break free of her arms, screaming out.

"Proszę! Nie zostawiaj mnie. Nie pozwolę im cię zabrać! (Please! Don't leave me. I won't let them take you!)"Birds flocked in, seemingly, out of nowhere, aiming their sharp beaks and beady eyes at the officers. Their claws scratched and their beaks pecked, all of the officers ducking and flailing their arms in surprise. Magda speedily twisted Nina around, trying to stop her. But in all the commotion, everyone failed to notice a singular arrow shooting through the air.

(Y/N) let out a short scream as the arrow struck Nina, eyes widening and tears filling her eyes, hand covering a mouth as a sob escaped her throat. Erik's eyes were glossy and he sprinted over, collecting his wife and child in his arms. His nose was buried in his daughter's hair, tears leaking down his cheeks. She couldn't believe it. They were gone. A part of her wished it had been her instead of them. After all the hardship Erik had faced, he deserved happiness. And he'd found it. And in a second he'd lost it again. (Y/N) wished the arrow hit her. Erik barely glanced up as Nina's locket began floating before suddenly raced through the air. The metal glided through the men's necks, each of them falling one by one. He caught the bloodied locket in his hand, clutching it tightly, before letting out a sob into his girls' shoulders. (Y/n) felt terrified. She'd never felt that way before. Not around him. Never around him. Erik knew that without even looking. Why wouldn't she be?

"You should leave. You're no longer safe with me. Germany is the safest place for you right now. Away from me.

Only a few days later, (Y/N) had found herself in Germany, finally using the language Erik had taught her so many years ago. She was alone. Vulnerable. No one to guide her. No one to call a friend. Or a father. Her place of residence, given that she had no money, had become an abandoned bungalow. The bricks were disintegrating with every day that passed, rain pelting through the gaps in the roof whenever the weather called of it. Most of the doors had been knocked down, but the few that remained were slowly rotting away. It was always freezing and made her curl into herself and shiver, but it was the closest thing she had at home. Half of her brain was screaming at her to go back home to Charles, but she had no way of returning to her dad. So there she stayed, avoiding anyone she could, only leaving when she really needed to. Somehow, she fell into some sort of a schedule, giving her some peace of mind, Until they came. She'd been hurt. She was unprotected. She was a perfect target.

A large crash distracted (Y/N) from her task, instantly placing her on high alert. Erik's words swam around her head 'Don't let them corner you' ' Don't let them overpower you.' Carefully, and as silently as possible, she lifted herself onto a low hung piece of wood. The seventeen-year-old hoisted herself through a gap in the roof, head peeking over the side just as a small group barged into the room she was previously positioned in. There were two females, both held themselves defensively. One of them had pure white hair and the other had dark hair. Complete opposites but nothing particularly interesting to (Y/N). When her eyes shifted over to the two males, her opinion quickly changed. All of a sudden, the group had piqued her interest. The man, if she could call him that, was tall with a strong physique, easily towering over the others, His face was a light blue, dark navy etching decorating his face. Then she saw him. Blond curls sprouted from his head, making him look angelic as light filtered through the broken windows, huge opposition to the leather jacket he wore. He had gorgeous green orbs and (Y/N) felt her heart stutter. She watched as the group looked around, mumbling hushed words between them. She couldn't help but wonder if they were looking for her. But, surely, that was impossible. Why would they be looking for her?

"There's no one here. You were wrong," The woman with white hair stated, and the three younger followers turned their harsh stares to the man stood in front of them. The blue-faced man remained still, almost frozen until his eyes suddenly snapped to (Y/n). Her eyes widened in shock, her heart pounding, and she launched herself off of the short roof. As soon as she hit the floor, her legs were moving as fast as they could carry her, They may not have been a risk, but she didn't want to take that chance. She sped through the empty field that isolated the bungalow, desperately trying to reach the forest before they got too close. She prayed for luck. She didn't receive it. A loud clinking sounded from behind her, strong arms wrapping around her waist and pulled her backwards, letting go the moment before her body made contact with the hard floor. A groan broke from her cracked lips and she sat up slowly, shielding her eyes from the sun. A figure blocked the sun a second later. Then two. Then three. Then four. Her eyes opened, fear glistening in them.

'Don't show fear' the words, though spoken to her so long ago, snapped her back to reality. (Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows, glaring at the group.

"Wer seid ihr?( Who are you?" She demanded, using an arm to support her body. When she received no response, she could feel resentment rising in her.

"Ich sagte, wer Zum Teufel bist du? (I said, who the fuck are you?)" It was then she noticed that the curly haired boy had two silver, metal wings growing from his back. An angel in sense of the word.

"Wir Sind Hier um Ihnen etwas anzubieten ( we are here to offer you something), "The angel responded and (Y/N) stood up, finding amusement as the three younger people tensed, folding her arms over her chest.

"Oh? Und was wäre das? (Oh? And what would that be?)"Every second that passed made her feel more on edge, wishing Erik or Charles were there.

"A way to show your true potential. Your mutation is your greatest strength," The blue-faced man's voice was low, breathy. It sounded almost like he was choking.

"Verpiss dich ( Fuck off). I don't have a mutation. So thanks, but no thanks. You wasted your time," After living in Poland for so long, a slight accent tinted her voice, intriguing Warren greatly. Yet, it almost made her cringe, memories of Magda and Nina clouding her thoughts. Just as she had turned her back to the group, she fell to her knees, a scream of agony tearing through her mouth. Millions of thousands of voices filtered into her brain, all overlapping and shouting. Her ears rung and she brought her hands to cover her ears, nails digging into her scalp. For some unknown reason, the sight bothered Warren immensively and he had to turn his head away. Her screams made him want to vomit. In her moment of weakness, (Y/N) failed to notice the ice gathering around her knees and her fingertips. Frost patterned her hand and arms and the ice gradually slithered down to her elbow. But just as the voices had begun, they were cut off once more. Chest heaving, she looked over her shoulder, fearfully taking her hands from her ears.

"What did you do to me?" She breathed it. She'd never heard herself sound so defenceless. She hated it.

"I showed you your true ability. If you come with me, I can train you to your full potential," A voice deep down was telling her to run. But in that moment of unguarded emotion, she accepted.

When (Y/N) was brought back to Poland with Storm, Psylocke, Warren and Apocalypse, Warren could feel the uneasiness radiating from her. The assembly arrived outside a factory, a man she knew far too well stood in front of the entrance. She hid behind Warren and, despite only knowing her for a few hours, he felt like he had to protect her. The longing glances didn't go unnoticed by Psylocke, who narrowed her eyes in warning. Warren swiftly outstretched his wings just enough to cover the newly discovered mutants. He didn't know what had come over him. All he knew was that he would die for her, should it come to it.

"Who the fuck are you?" Erik turned to face them, flinching when Apocalypse took a step closer "Stay back. Whoever you are, don't try to stop me from killing these men," (Y/N) shuddered. Never before had she heard him speak like that. She knew what he'd done in the past. Who didn't? But hearing those words from his mouth unsettled her.

Their fingers were locked together as Apocalypse ran a hand down Warren's temple and cheek, leaving a black tattoo in his wake. It'd been days since he'd first met her, but something had clicked between the pair. An angel, who never allowed himself to trust anyone, had become attached in such a short amount of time. That alone made him anxious. And he wasn't the only one. Erik had nearly fought her trying to make her stay away. He wanted to protect one of the last family members he had left. Both himself and (Y/n) knew that he couldn't do that if she went through with it.

"You can't do this," Erik stated, watching as she patched up a hole in Storm's outfit. Something Charles and Magda had taught her.

"I can. And I'm going to," She replied, eyes still fixed on the needle and thread, pulling a piece of thread between her teeth.

"I won't let you" He shot back, and though his voice was calm, she could tell he was perturbed. Before he was discovered in Poland, he'd never been so firm with her. Upon her thirteenth birthday, she had been granted free will and trust. She never dared cross him. Always the perfect child. Erik not once failed to see Charles in her, though she wasn't biologically his. His characteristics had rubbed off on her. And Erik didn't know if he could bear to see her fall.

"Erik, don't try and stop me. I've made my decision," (Y/N)'s voice turned harsher, taking the thread from her teeth as she finished working on the outfit. Despite the tense atmosphere, she still gracefully folded the outfit. Something Charles used to do, Erik recalled.

"I promised Charles-" Alarm bells rang in Erik's head when she stood up, an ice blast shooting from her hand, narrowly missing his ear.

"Fuck what you promised Charles! He decided to give me away to you, so I couldn't care less what he says," She seemed surprised as he was. Not at any time had she said a bad word of Charles. She'd admired him for forever. She was already losing her way. It hurt to see. Though at that moment, Erik's emotions took charge, causing him to snap. Something he swore he'd never do in front of her. Yet it had happened twice.

"You're not putting yourself in danger! I won't lose you too!" In his rage, a stray piece of metal flew at her, knocking her into the wall. Her head made contact with the wall before she fell down onto her hands and knees. A shaky hand came to graze the back of her head, pulling back only to see a bit of blood staining her frosted fingers. Upon seeing the blood, Erik took a few steps back. No. He had hurt her. He was supposed to be her protector. How could he? With all the commotion, Warren had run in, instantly rushing to her side, a hand on her shoulder and another on her waist. He was glaring daggers at Erik as he carefully helped her out. Expletives escaped Erik's lips as he threw the nearest object at the wall, making it shatter on impact.

"Ow, fuck," (Y/N) hissed, flinching away from Warren's delicate touch. The angel narrowed his eyes, pulling her back to his chest.

"Hold still," His words were harsh, trying to hide the rising concern in his body, accidentally pressing a bit too hard on her head. She turned in his lap, now straddling him, slapping his shoulder sharply.

"Careful!" That tone frightened her. Since she was young, her words were soft spoken. Charles had instilled it into her. The coldness of her voice was icier than her mutation could ever be. It was like a shard of glass, impaling whoever it was directed at.

"Can't you see that I'm trying? I could just leave you here to sort your own shit out, "Warren grumbled, glaring at her. She let out a sigh, resting her head on his chest.

"I'm sorry. Thank you for taking care of me, Warren," (Y/N) was exhausted. He could see it in her eyes. She'd been pushed to the limit by Apocalypse when training. Never giving her a chance to catch her breath. It wasn't fair. But she needed to learn. Warren released a frustrated huff, linking his hands behind her back. Why couldn't he stay mad at her? He'd been notorious for holding grudges against people for years over the smallest things, yet he couldn't seem to bring himself to be angry at her. Somehow, that irked him more.

"Warren, did you hear me?" She repeated, causing Warren to snap out of his trance and look down into her sparkling (E/C) orbs. He didn't expect what he did next. He didn't know why he did it or quite how it happened, but before they both knew it, their lips were locked in a searing kiss. (Y/N)'s fingers tangled in his hair and Warren gripped her hips, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Her lips were perfectly moulded for his and he felt like he'd died and gone to heaven. Fitting for him, really. The moment felt amazing but Warren broke the kiss, placing his forehead on hers. He resisted the temptation to touch his lips, still tingling from the hard but oh so wonderful kiss.

"(Y/N), you know we can't do this," he mumbled, his hot breath fanning over her lips. The warmth of his lips was teasing her. But she knew that he was right.

"I know," She responded sadly, not yet daring to open her eyes. Because if she opened her eyes, she wouldn't be able to hold herself back.

"I don't want us to get involved. We're going to war in a few days. And if we carried this on when that happens, there's no guarantee we'll return to each other. I can't hurt you like that," His words were barely audible like he was terrified of the thought. And honestly, he was. Silently, she nodded, climbing off of him, beginning to walk the door. He swore he could hear both his and her hearts breaking as she stopped at the door.

"Thanks for fixing up my head. I appreciate you more than you think."

Erik was mumbling to himself as Apocalypse decorated (Y/N)'s back with a dark tattoo, a long-dead language imprinting her skin in barely legible writing, just about visual through the sheer costume she wore. Her (H/C) locks had been tainted a dark blue at the ends, closely matching the shade of her fingertips. The subtle changes made her look different. Erik wasn't quite sure he liked it at all. All of a sudden, Apocalypse turned abruptly, staring directly at Erik. His head turned up to the ceiling after an almost silent statement she couldn't hear.

"It's always the same. And now this. No more stones; no more spears, no more slings; no more swords! No more weapons! No more systems! No more!" The god's voice raised with each item, bouncing off the cold stone walls and reverberating through the ears of the mutants. (Y/n) clung to Warren's hand. And at first, Erik thought her to be scared. But to his great dismay, he saw a grin rise on her cheeks at Apocalpyse's declaration "No more superpowers." Erik couldn't bear to see her change of character. The evil glint in her eyes. The darkness that tinted her innocent smile. He barely noticed a portal being opened until Psylocke aggressively pulled him inside. The group reappeared in a hallway that was pain-wrenchingly familiar to Erik and (Y/n). She tried to ignore the ache in her heart when she noticed the shock and sadness that crossed Hank's face upon seeing her. Then there was her father, leant over, unconscious in his wheelchair.

"Erik," Raven began softly, only to be interrupted when Erik speedily extended his arm, Charles' chair being dragged to him, his body limp and lifeless. It hurt to see him but she rapidly turned with Psylocke and Storm and walked back through the portal. A violent cough escaped her lips as she inhaled some sand on the other side. Warm gusts of air blew her hair and a drift in the wind brought out a desperate scream.

"CHARLES!"

She couldn't bring herself to look at her father. Despite the change of views and perspectives being brought to light, she couldn't watch him in pain. Warren had noted it. Of course, he had. (Y/n)'s tense uncomfortableness had not been lost on him. It was a dead giveaway. He wanted to guide her. Help her. But he couldn't risk it. In such a life-threatening time, he couldn't let himself get attached. A thought tickled the back of his mind. Because he knew it was too late and he was absolutely, positively sewn to her. Anyone could suspect it, given how close in proximity they remained at any provided moment together. Erik could see it. And he knew the look they both gave each other. The look he used to give to his wife.

A groan rose from Charles' mouth as he slowly regained consciousness. Warren knew little of (Y/N)'s backstory, though, from the way she shifted beside him, he could perceive that she and the professor had some sort of history, as clearly strained as it was. Charles reached up, pinching the bridge of his nose. Something she remembered him doing when everyone's thoughts were particularly loud.

"You're blocking me. How?" He asked, annoyance and confusion concocted together in his voice. Hearing his voice after so many years almost made his daughter flinch and question herself. What was she doing? She didn't stand by Apocalypse's values. Yes, she did. Of course, she did. Why would she be here otherwise? Apocalypse leant down slightly before taking a seat before him. Charles' eyes were squinting from the almost blinding sunlight beating down on the group.

"I can shield their minds from your powers. One of the many gifts I've acquired over the millennia. But to see inside the mind... to control it. That's your gift," Apocalypse got closer, his voice lowering in volume. Menacing. Almost. "You saw it, didn't you? The glory of what's to come," Charles wouldn't give him the satisfaction of a response and jerked his head to Erik instead.

"You're going to take part in all this killing? The destruction?" Erik's eyes narrowed at the question.

"It's all I've ever known," He replied and Charles let out a weak, quiet scoff.

"No, it's not. You've just forgotten," Charles responded instantly, propping his arms against the floor so he could sit up. (Y/n) could remember being picked up by him and being driven around the mansion with him in his wheelchair, everything passing in a blur. She could remember, when he started taking the serum, chasing her around in circles, laughter echoing through the entire house before the mood swings kicked in. That was her father. And she was siding against him.

"No Charles, I remember. Your way doesn't work," As Charles tilted his head to look back at Apocalypse, a gleam of metal in the sun caught his eye. His heart almost shattered at that moment. She was there. His daughter. (Y/n) was stood right there, hand locked with Warren's, eyes glued to the floor. He'd watched her grow with Cerebro. But it was nothing like seeing her in person. He only wished it had been under better circumstances.

"(Y/N)," Charles called out softly. He observed helplessly when her face shifted before his view was obstructed by shining wings as Warren turned her around, arm around her shoulder, wings extended

The clinking of wings was the only way (Y/N) knew Charles had been placed down. Until there was a gentle request of her name.

"(Y/N), he's using you. You know that. This group aren't good for you. You don't stand for their beliefs," She didn't. She knew that. No. She did stand for them. She had to. Both desperation and disappointment were present in his voice. She narrowed her eyes, turning sharply on her heel.

"How would you know what morals I stand for? You haven't seen me since you gave me away," She snarled and Warren eyed the exchange curiously, watching sadness fill Charles' features. He was looking at her like he'd never seen her before. It took everything in her to not crack under Charles' gaze. And Charles could see it. In her eyes. But he also saw something darker. A force. A state of mind that he'd taught her to fight. And she'd succumbed to it. He couldn't see her fighting it once more.

"I gave you to Erik to protect you," He shot back, pushing himself up slightly.

"Well, look how that turned out," A loud crash outside distracted the two teens and Apocalypse made an entrance, his thundering footsteps slowly making their way closer.

"Enough," His voice, though hushed and lowered in volume, seemed to load the expanse of the room vibrate through every crevice."My children, you have done me well. Guard this place. Let not a soul disturb us."

"You're just another false god. Whoever's left to follow you and when this is all over they will betray you again, "Warren shoved Charles back against the stone slab, a grunt escaping his lips at the contacts. Charles had to keep his eyes on Apocalypse, for if he looked at (Y/n) he knew he'd see something he'd always feared. Seeing her lose to herself.

"(Y/N), go find Storm and Psylocke. I'll deal with the disappearing bastard," Warren did a tester spin, sharp feather-shaped knives firing from his wings. Perfect shot.

"Keep yourself safe," (Y/N) replied, adjusting her outfit. Warren gave her a smirk, disguising his concern with his bad-boy demeanour.

"No promises," With that, Warren launched himself into the air, flying to the peak of the building, positioned in the darkness. (Y/n) let out a sigh before sprinting out into the light, scrubbing her eyes as they adapted to the beating sun. In that second, however, a flash of silver knocked her over, a punch instantly being landed on her cheek. Another punch was placed in her ribs before someone pulled on her legs, tugging her so her head made contact with a stray stone, reopening the wound previously left by Erik. Peter attempted to strike the girl once more but ice swarmed around his ankles, pinning his feet to the ground. With a growl, a blue blast exploded from her hand, knocking Peter back. She was gone before he had the chance to get up. Loud snarls came from behind her, Hank gaining up on her. As he went to attack, she turned to face him and his eyes widened. The shock caused him to come to a harsh halt, his heels digging into the sand. She was here. A sharp pain tore through his body before he could contemplate the thought, ripping an agonised scream from his body, barely able to see Storm hover over to (Y/n) and pick her up to place her on a building top. It gave the mutant better aim. Storm hovered in the air, situated in the large gap between (Y/N) and Psylocke. Psylocke looked over at the two.

"Split them up!"She called, nodding at Scott, Hank and Jean. Storm's eyes transformed into a bright white, electrical sparks dancing between her fingertips. (Y/N) and Storm shared a look as (Y/N) sent ice in a line between the mutants, Storm using the solidified water to turn the ice deadly. The three x-men jumped out of the way, narrowly avoiding the skin-frying river between them. Just as (Y/N) went to assault them again, a flash of light distracted her, watching in horror as she saw Warren and Kurt disappearing and reappearing every few seconds.

"(Y/N)! No distractions!" Psylocke hissed, but she had already taken off, using the ice to quicken the place. That was until a red beam fired right beside her leg, singeing part of her outfit as she was sent to the side. She let out a pained moan, rubbing her ribs to ease the pain of landing on some metal. Suddenly, that same gust of wind returned picked the girl up and threw her in a pile of rubble, half of it collapsing on top of her. (Y/N)'s arms were pinned to her sides. She could barely breathe, only able to let out an almost silent call for help. She was going to die. No. She couldn't die. She'd never been so petrified in her life. Storm rushed over, earning a furious glare from Psylocke

"Leave her! She put herself in danger!" She exclaimed, using her neon pink rope-like whip to attack Hank, curling around his neck. Storm paid little mind, floating over to the pile (Y/N) was buried under. She began clawing at the rocks, tossing them behind her. All of a sudden, another pair of hands joined Storm in her quest to free the younger mutant and she looked up to see Erik pulling at the rubble. After a few seconds, though it felt like years, a hand poked through and the pair helped pull (Y/N) out. She coughed violently, holding her throat tenderly, rubbing her eyes to rid them of the dust that had fallen into them upon impact. Erik gestured for Storm to leave and (Y/N) attempted to silently ger up, only to be pushed back down by Erik.

"What are you doing? I need to get back out there!" She stated weakly, though the ambition in her eyes was undeniable.

"I think you've done enough for one day," Erik barely finished his sentence before he was sent backwards bt an ice blast. (Y/n) stood up, jumping onto a neighbouring rooftop, looking back ar Erik.

"Good thing I don't need your permission," she remarked and sprinted off.

Warren noticed her on the roof as he soared through the air, risking a glance between the plane full of mutants and the girl. He yelled out her name and the duo shared a gaze as she leapt off the edge of the building. There were few people she trusted with her life. For some reason, Warren was one of them. Similarly to a few days ago, Warren's arms worked their way around her waist, but instead of tugging her to the ground, they elevated her instead. The winged boy landed on the plane, still keeping a tight grip on (Y/N), using his razor-blade feathers to cut a hole. (Y/N) and Warren dropped through the hole, facing the X-Men. She caught the group, each of them latching onto a different part of Kurt. She could barely look at Charles when an odd sense of guilt began climbing through her but she tried shoving aside as Warren began advancing. She quickly followed behind, watching with panicked eyes as the group started to flicker. But just as Warren went to pounce on the group, Hank jerked the plane so its nose was directed to the ground. The horsemen were sent backwards and (Y/N) let out a pained scream as Warren's wings lacerated her right arm. With an almost impossible strength and swiftness, Warren spun himself and the girl around. Tears had filled her eyes as the cut in her arm began throbbing and Warren's face contorted to one of sadness. No. She knew that look. He couldn't. He wouldn't. But he did. His wing sliced through the wall beside her and she latched onto him before he could get to the other side of her.

"No. Don't you dare. Don't you fucking dare, Warren," Warren closed his eyes at her plea, resting his forehead on her own.

"I'm sorry," He whispered before he jolted her backwards and cut the other wall. Her body was sent flying through the air, terrified shrieks tearing from her throat. Two arms caught her before she got too close to the ground and she looked up to see Storm giving her a worried look. She placed her down but as she went to speak, a yell broke from (Y/n) as the plane made contact with the floor with a near-deafening crack.

"WARREN!" Her feet couldn't seem to carry her fast enough. X-men kept trying to hit her but she dodged their attempts. Warren was the only thing on her mind. The wreckage was being swallowed by flames, her arm was stinging and her head pounding. She had to get to him, Casting snow over the fire, she looked around frantically until she spied his sweetcorn- blonde locks. Desperately, she began shoving metal and rubble out of the way, finally reaching him. Cuts and bruises bloomed on his face and neck and she dreaded to think what wounds lingered beneath his clothes. Tears dribbled down her cheeks as she cupped his face. (Y/N) was almost too scared to check his pulse. She didn't want him to be...he wouldn't be. He'd be fine. He had to ber. The x-men watched in shock at the interaction. They'd almost forgotten that most of the group were still kids. Just like them. Erik eyed the pair. He knew there had been something going on between them. She was like a daughter to him. And he knew he had to help her. Slowly, he extended his hand, face twisting in concentration, focusing on the plane. Shakily, the remnants of the plane began rising, lifting from the trapped boy and Erik placed it down a few metres away, Reluctantly, (Y/N) put her fingers on his pulse point, almost releasing a sob of relief when she felt a pulse, as erratic as it was. One of her tinted blue hands ran through his hair, lips wobbling slightly. Hank couldn't quite believe what he was seeing. Erik had saved Warren's life purely because (Y/N) cared for him. He'd never seen that much sentimentality in Erik. It gave him hope. For both Erik and (Y/N).

But now, there was a rage bubbling inside her like never before. Apocalypse had tricked them. Offered protection for his army in their most vulnerable moments and nearly gotten Warren killed. He had to be stopped. For Warren. She stood up on trembling legs. Her body language screamed weak, especially considering the blood that leaked down her arm, playing an acrobat act on her fingertips before dropping the ground. But the fire in her eyes was bone-chilling. Wiping away the last of her tears, she looked over to where Apocalypse was stood. Raven's throat was gripped between his strong fingers. (Y/N) could see the fear on her face. On everyone's face. But she couldn't see Erik. Where could he have gone? She froze, hiding behind a wall.

"The great hero. You are feeble. Just like the others," (Y/N) saw Storm's face, shock plastered on it. She could faintly recall Storm telling her that Mystique was her idol. And she was being strangled right in front of her. She couldn't imagine what that was like. She didn't want to "CHARLES! Come rescue your weaklings! Give your life for theirs!" It was then that her eyes latched onto silver strands. Peter's leg was crooked at a weird angle and an expression of pain was painted onto his face. "CHARLES! Will you do nothing?!" There was a pregnant pause, suffocating everyone in suspense. (Y/N) had no idea where her father was. She could only pray that he was safe. Swiftly, she spared a glance at Warren almost as if she was trying to build up her confidence. She had to do this. For him. He had to be safe. And if Apocalypse won, he wouldn't be. A loud thud pulled her eyes back to the group. Raven had been discarded on the floor, gasping for air, and Apocalypse had fallen to one knee. His eyes were squeezed shut and he kept wincing as if he was being abused by an imaginary force. Until he suddenly opened his eyes, a dark glare flooding to his features. His hand rose above his head as he stood once more, the wall to one of the few buildings scattered around Cairo being resorted to dust. (Y/N)'s mouth fell open and a small gasp escaped her lips when she saw who had been revealed. All the x-men (minus Peter and Raven) were crowded around Charles. Menacingly, Apocalypse began advancing, a sly smirk crossing his lips and as (Y/N) moved to step out, a large chunk of metal landed directly in front of Apocalypse, then another, creating an X. Apocalypse turned, as did (Y/N), and scowled. She grinned in parallel. Erik hovered over them, stone-faced.

"You betrayed me," Apocalypse stated, a glare taking his eyes captive.

"No. I betrayed them," Erik's voice was sharp before thousands of pieces of metal came shooting at Apocalypse's form. Carefully, (Y/N) adjusted the arm of her outfit covering the wound on her arm. She had more important things to worry about. Hank and Scott leapt from the building, Hank racing to Raven and moving her out of the war zone. Scott yanked his glasses from his eyes, a red laser beam coming from his orbs. (Y/N) looked between them before outstretching her arms ice blasts repetitively being discharged from her hands. Everything was going...well. Too well. As soon as that thought swam into her brain, Hank attempted to pounce on Apocalypse, only to be deflected and knocked unconscious upon hitting the wall. Erik was struggling and almost stopped when (Y/N) was sent flipping through the air, landing on her arm. She cried out when her arm with the floor, tears streaming down her cheeks in pain. Only two noticed Jean stepping out onto thin air. A loud scream was released into the atmosphere followed by an almost blinding orange light. With squinted eyes, she looked up, gripping her arm tightly. Upon the scream, Hank jumped awake, quickly punching Scott out of the wall. A purple force field began surrounding Apocalypse as everyone except (Y/N), unleashing their powers.

"He's getting away!" Hank growled. He'd barely finished his sentence when a crash of lightning struck the force-field sending a deafening crack into the air. (Y/N) watched with clouded vision, a tiny smile coming to her face in relief as Apocalypse began flaking away, his eery words lingering in the breeze.

"All is revealed," With a quiet sigh, (Y/N) let her head fall back against the grainy floor, allowing the gathering of black dots control her sight. The last thing she heard was two desperate cries of her names.

Warren had never been so worried his entire life. He couldn't sleep, he could barely eat. Charles had practically forced him to leave the infirmary. He was an outcast. He wished he could say he wasn't used to it. When she was there, he felt wanted and needed. But she was still unconscious a week after the battle. Charles had almost been sick when Erik had come to him with (Y/n), a deep gash implanted into her arm. And when she had woken up, he wanted to be the first one to see her. Unfortunately, she didn't want the same thing. Warren had given her the biggest smile she'd ever seen and, despite being high, on what felt like, nine different types of painkillers, (Y/N) smiled right back before, pulling him into a deep kiss. This time, Warren didn't push away. Though her father was ecstatic that they were happy, another part of him wanted to cry. Since she got to school, she'd avoided him like the plague. If he taught any of her classes, she took off the second he dismissed his students. She refused to accept the telepathic training he'd offered and never came to his office when asked to do so. After a lot of hesitation from the others, she soon made friends with Kurt and Peter but even then, she stayed with Warren. Hank had tried his best to talk to the girl, but only ever got curt responses. Warren and (Y/N) had been given a room together and it was filled with happy memories, despite her attitude outside of it. She'd never loved anyone the way she loved Warren and he could safely say the same.

"Warren, are you listening to me?" Charles asked, alerting the attention of his love-struck angel. Warren's eyes snapped back to the professor, a small smile still glued to his lips. (Y/N) had come outside with Kurt and the pair had sat together on the grass, sipping tea that Kurt had brought out with him. No words were exchanged between the two, just silence as their eyes both skimmed over their books. She looked so peaceful and content. Recently, she'd been beyond stressed because of Warren regrowing his old wings. She cleaned his wings every night and massaged his back when it got sore. Never did she complain. Never had he been touched so tenderly by another person since he was a child. it almost made his heartache for how much love she had to give. But when his eyes fell to her arm, a shiver ran down his spine. He did that. He hurt you. The guilt he felt seemed to triple every time his eyes grazed over the scar. However, he had his old wings back. Soft and fluffy and so much safer for her.

"Sorry professor, I got distracted," His head turned back to (Y/n), a grin forming. Charles sighed, heart, stinging, but forced a smile on.

"Go to her. We'll continue this another day," Not even a second after he'd finished, Warren had already flown halfway across the garden to (Y/N) and Kurt's picnic blanket, nearly knocking over the teapot. Kurt let out a playful grown that earned a laugh from Warren before he pecked her lips, beaming into the kiss. Charles watched with a heavy heart, only to freeze when your eyes locked with his. He gave her a small wave accompanied by a sad-smile, only to be disheartened further when she looked away. Warren's arm wrapped around her shoulder as Kurt babbled away.

"Everything alright, frosty?" He mumbled, eyes scanning her face from any discrepancies.

"I'm fine," She quickly turned back to Kurt, distracting herself with his excited explanation of a movie Scott took him to see.

"Professor?" A young voice called. Charles turned his head to glance to his doorway. Alexander stood there, red locks glittering in the light of Charles' fire, blue eyes shining in fear. The clock on the professor's desk read long past midnight. He shouldn't be awake, let alone other students.

"Alexander? It's late, what are you doing awake?" Charles placed his pen down, wheeling over to the eight-year-old.

"They're arguing again. And it's really cold," He had barely noticed that Alexander was shivering. No one had to who 'they' were. The past three nights, Warren and (Y/N) had been arguing, waking up other students with their yelling or (Y/N)'s lack of control over her mutations. However, in the past three days, Hank had dealt with it but Hank had gone to another country to collect a student. So it was time for Charles to face the music. With a miniscule shake of his head, Charles lead the boy back to his room, directing other students who'd left their room back into them. Kurt suddenly appeared in front of Charles.

"It's getting worse. I think that it's serious this time," Kurt said, concern filling his heavily-accented voice, his hair ruffled and eyes still crusted over with sleep.

"Alright, Kurt. Don't worry. I'll sort it out. Go back to bed, please," Charles reassured the mutants and Kurt gave him an awkward but grateful smile before disappearing once more. When Charles reached the door to (Y/N) and Warren's room, he could hear their conversation clearly through the door, shooing students who continuously exited their rooms.

"Babe, we both need fucking help! You can't keep being so selfish!" Warren boomed, his wings folding behind him as he circled the room anxiously.

"I never said you couldn't talk to him! I just don't want to myself!" She snapped back, a hand running through her hair. She was sick of having the same quarrel over and over again.

"Why not? He's your father! You said you were close!" Charles felt his heart stop. They were arguing about him. because of him.

"Yeah! We were! But how could I face him after what I did?" Her voice lowered, so Charles could only hear the beginning of her statement. A few more words were murmured behind the door before Charles turned the handle, both pairs of eyes snapping to him like deers caught in headlights.

"(Y/N), my office. Now. It's not a request this time, either," Charles commanded, though his voice was soft and kind. He made his way back to his office, waiting for his daughter. He daren't read her thoughts. He couldn't invade her privacy like that. After a few minutes, the quiet creak of his office door made Charles look up from the papers before him, watching (Y/N) sheepishly making her way into the room. Her eyes were fixated on her fingers, eyeing how small fragments of frost danced around them. From the moment she stepped in, a chill filtered into the air, making Charles pull his blazer closer to his body.

"(Y/N), you are aware of what you've done, aren't you?" His voice remained soft and gentle. A part of (Y/n) wished that she could open up to him. Be like they used to be.

"Of course I am. Just don't understand why Warren isn't here too. I wasn't the only one," She grumbled, picking at the old worn chair she sat in. That chair used to be in the living room when she was a little girl. Bought back fond memories that she'd rather not think about.

"Because I've needed to talk to you for a while but you've never come to my office," Charles responded pointedly, raising his eyebrows. (Y/N) looked to the burning fire to distract herself.

"I'm only here now because Warren made me," Charles remained silent for a moment, looking at the picture on his desk. It was an old picture, taken when (Y/n) was only three, of her in his lap. He was tickling her as she tried to read a book, her mouth open in laughter and a huge smile on his face. His girl. Sat right in front of him. And yet, it felt like he was talking to a stranger.

"You should know better than to disrupt other students so late at night. It's not fair to them. I know it's not the first time it's happened this week as well," He continued, folding his hands on the desk, gaze intense.

"Alright, I'm sorry. Can I go now?" She huffed, crossing her legs.

"Not just yet. Why won't you talk to me?" Charles sighed. He couldn't keep hiding from this. And he wouldn't let her either. Not anymore.

"I am talking to you," Charles scoffed, shaking his head.

"No, you're not. You're only giving me responses," (Y/N) looked beyond uncomfortable, shifting in her seat awkwardly.

"You really want to know why I'm not talking to you?" She looked up briefly, fire and fear in her eyes. Charles leant forwards, kindness glistening in his eyes. He was getting to her, slowly.

"Of course, I do," There was a pause, tension filling the space between them.

"Because I'm a disappointment. To you. I turned my back on the one person I loved more than life itself. If Warren wasn't here, I'd have probably killed myself by now," She didn't dare look at him. She couldn't. Charles features softened at her confession.

"(Y/N), I-I could never be disappointed in you. You're my daughter. My little girl. no matter what you do, I'd never be disappointed. I was scared that I was going to lose you," The professor reached over and took her hand, sadness flooding into his blue orbs "Why won't you talk to me?"

"I won't let myself. I don't deserve your love and affection," A small crack in her voice seemed to tear his heart from his chest. How could she think that?

"What about Warren?" Charles inquired, though nothing in his voice was demanding, hurt or judgemental.

"Neither of us believes we deserve each other, so being together reassures us both. We're both a little broke," (Y/N) attempted to joke but it only made her sound more troubled by the second.

"You don't have to be. I want to be here for you (Y/N). If you'll let me," She pulled away. No. She was closing off again.

"I can't let you, I can't."

"Why not?"

"I'm a monster. I betrayed you. I joined Apocalypse and when you tried to reach out for me, I turned a blind eye," The room continued to grow colder with every moment that passed.

"You were lost and hurt. You did what anyone would've. You found a way to survive," He shot back, watching as the fire was extinguished due to the icy conditions.

"I could've found another way. You always told me that there's always another way," (Y/N) hissed, yanking her hands from him, fearful that the frost of her hands would hurt him. How hadn't she thought of that? She knew her dad would never admit if she was hurting him. She could've been hurting him this whole time and he'd never say a word. How could she be so stupid to let him hold her hand?

"And I've learnt in my time that that's not always true. Even so, sometimes it feels like we have no other option, especially if our minds are clouded. If we judged people by their darkest hour, we'd all be monsters. I mean, you've seen me in mine,"

'Who the fuck allowed him to be that wise at his age?' She thought before averting her eyes to the door. "But I hurt you."

"And I forgive you. Please, come over here," Charles signalled for her to come closer. With a truckload of reluctance, she slowly tiptoed around his desk, balancing on her knees so she wasn't towering over him, elbows placed on his legs. He rested a hand on her face, thumb running over her cold cheek. That's when the walls cracked and the dam burst. Salty tears made their way down her cheeks, her lip trembling. A sob cracked from her throat as more tears streamed down, dripping from her nose an chin. Charles carefully wiped them away, resisting a sad smile when she leant into his touch. After a moment, and a lot of internal debating, (Y/N) clumsily clambered into his lap, wrapping her arms around him, face buried in his neck.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry," She couldn't form any other words and Charles reciprocated the hug, running a hand through her hair to calm her. Like he used to when she was just a young child. He pressed a kiss to her temple.

"It's alright. You're safe now. I'll never ket anyone hurt you ever again.”

Those words alone made her know everything would be okay. Maybe not now. maybe not tomorrow. But eventually, everything would be as it should be.

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cabinofimagines · 5 years

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Our road back home (Piper Mclean x Male!reader)

A/N: Y’ALL THIS IS THE LAST REQUEST I HAD IN LINE IM SO PROUD OF MYSELF, hope u like it, I made it very sad. -Danny c:

Words: 1,755

Warnings: none, besides bad writing lol

Request: May I request a Piper x Male!reader - maybe in the last war is where the reader is holding onto dear life, and Piper now holding on to him- trying to charm speak him to keep going as they battle is waging but is forced to leave them to keep fighting, and somebody else has to take him for to get treated. And with the major head trauma his memory goes fuzzy and can’t recall Piper anymore.

“I’m sorry...”

Piper never thought this could happen, somewhere inside her, even if it was silly, she expected her mom could do an exception, after all she did for her, she wanted nothing but a happily ever after.

But it wasn’t there.

Y/N was the best. He was sweet, smart, pretty... How could this happen to him? it wasn’t his fault, everyone suffered, people lost more than what they could stand after the war, to think that she was safe from the pain was too naive.

He got hurt during the last minutes, Piper found him by her side, blood coming out in excessive amounts from his head, she got scared, fought to keep him standing and “Please,” she muttered on his ear, “please don’t close your eyes”

I worked once with Jason, it had to work with Y/N, there was no other option. Piper loved him. Love conquered all.

Or so she thought.

Will and Kayla practically had to rip him from her hands, they wanted to help but she didn’t have the mind to understand. She saw red. Jason and Nico had to grab her by the arms and pull her apart while she screamed. He wasn’t dead. Y/N couldn’t be dead.

She had lost one of her best friends, and with Leo away she couldn’t bear to lose Y/N so she prayed to all the gods known, she prayed for his life. Surprisingly the listened and obliged. Piper heard Will’s voice coming out of his cabin, his blond curls peeking through the door with a shy smile on his face, and the weight of the world lifted from her shoulders.

Y/N was unconscious at the time, but he looked okay, even cute. Most importantly, he was breathing. She stayed there for what it felt like days and nights compressed into one hour; until Y/N moved quietly in his bed, blinking slowly, showing his bright, cheery eyes.

“Hey, you” Piper whispered, wiping her tears away, “how ya feeling?”

“I’m throwing up any minute now,” He complained in a husky voice, “holy Hades, what the hell happened?”

“A monster hit you” she explained patiently, “you were bleeding. A lot. Thought I’d lost you”

She reached to touch his cheek, but Y/N pushed it away gently, looking around.

“I’m sorry, “ He said, “am I in the Apollo cabin?”

“Yes,” Piper frowned, not sure of what was going on inside his head.

“Alright, one thing at a time” He rubbed his eyes, then looked at her curiously, “you’re new. Are you the person in charge of my recovery?”

“What?”

“Hey Y/N, you’re up!” Kayla approached the boy with a glass of nectar, handing it to him, “how are you?”

“I’m fine” He retorted, sipping his drink carefully, “I mean I have no idea how I ended up in here, but yeah I guess I’m fine.”

“What?” Kayla looked at Piper, “What does he mean?”

“I-I don’t know”

Y/N snorted.

“What a good healer you are then, having no idea what is wrong with me.”

“She’s not your healer” Kayla replied in a stern voice, “Piper’s your girlfriend.”

Y/N choked on his nectar, his eyes widening at the news.

“She’s my what?!”

“You don’t remember?” His friend asked in utter surprise, “oh man, we need Will”

She ran out of the room, leaving Piper and Y/N alone, again. A heavy silence fell around them and the weight that was no longer on Piper’s shoulders fell right on her stomach, it was way worse like this.

“Y/N, what’s the last thing you remember?” She asked softly.

“I-uh... I know I’m a demigod, and I have no family. I’ve been living here all my life and fought in the war against Kronos. Then Percy disappeared and Annabeth went nuts...”

“And?”

“Another war against other demigods, we protected camp while some of us went on a quest” He frowned profusely, “I’m skipping things, aren’t I? Did the war happen? That’s the reason I’m here, right?”

“I was one of the demigods that went on the quest” she replied with a shaky voice, “and when I came back you started talking to me, and... we...”

“Kayla’s telling the truth?” Y/N stared at her, it was hard to see how distant his eyes could look, “we were a thing?”

“We are a thing, Y/N!” Piper stood up, “gods, I can’t have this, please don’t joke like this” she begged.

“I’m not joking!” the boy replied, shifting uncomfortably on his bed, “I’m sorry, but I don’t remember you.”

Will came in right on time to see Piper walking out, fighting against her tears. Y/N didn’t have to see her so affected, he didn’t know. He didn’t remember.

Leo had sent a message a week ago, he was alive. He was lost but looked completely okay. He’d be back any day, they just had to be patient. Piper trusted him enough to know Leo’d go back. She wished she could say the same about Y/N.

“There you are,” Hazel sat next to her, sinking her feet on the sand, “you didn’t have breakfast and is time for lunch, here” She handed her an apple.

“You didn’t have to”

“Oh I did, cause see, Piper, if people don’t eat, they die” She joked, patting on her back.

“Gee, how wise” She smirked, “I’m sorry, I guess I’ve been distant with... well, everyone”

“I understand” Hazel nodded, “how is he?”

Piper shrugged, the feeling in her stomach coming back in full force, “dunno, I don’t really talk to him, it’s kind of... well, it sucks”

Her friend nodded again, grabbing her by the shoulder in a protective way.

“He’s very sorry, Piper. I mean, he’s confused as hell but you can tell he hates hurting you, maybe something inside him tells him is wrong”

“I don’t want to think about it,” she said bitterly, “it’s so stupid that I get this luck being the daughter of Aphrodite”

“It’s life” Hazel sighed, “but perhaps you can do something about it”

Piper raised her brows, “Like what?”

“Well, maybe win him back” the girl offered, “it’s cheesy, but if he doesn’t get his memory back nothing stops you from making him fall for you again.”

“It’s different now” Piper muttered, “I don’t know we could get together the same way we did before”

“Then do it differently” Hazel smiled, “people do crazy things for love, Pipes”

“Oh gods, please don’t quote Hercules like that” Piper cringed, “it’s hard to think positively about the story once, you know, meet the real Hercules”

“Oh no,” she giggled, “you’re so right”

“Huh, hi” Some boy talked behind them, “hey Piper, can I talk to you?”

Y/N stood awkwardly, looking like he had no idea of what to do with his hands. Piper remembered it being one of his quirks, ‘at least he’s still the same’ she thought. Hazel excuse herself and went up to eat lunch, while Y/N occupied her seat.

“So...” Piper started not sure of how to talk to him now.

“So” He repeated, clasping his hands together nervously, “Hello.”

“Hi?” Piper answered with a half smile.

“I have no idea how to start, I’m so sorry,” He whined, hiding his face with both hands, “I’m trying to ask you something, but I don’t know how to do it without making it awkward.”

“Just say it,” She shrugged, “can’t be too bad.”

At least she hoped it wasn’t that bad.

“See, I feel like shit all the time,” He said, “because I know I hurt you, and that... well, it sucks”

“Please don’t” Piper replied worryingly, “don’t feel bad, these things happen sometimes but is not your fault-”

“I know is not” Y/N sighed, “it isn’t fair either, you deserve to be happy”

“I don’t wanna force you into things”

“Don’t worry, you’re not doing this, I am” He smiled, and for a moment Piper felt at home, “so anyway, I’m here to offer peace”

“What does that mean?”

“I think that, whatever we had before my accident,” Y/N stopped for a moment, thinking his words, “well people had told me about it, and it sounded nice.”

“It was nice, yeah” Piper nodded nostalgic.

“I hope you understand it would be weird for me to start up everything again since I don’t really feel like I know you” His voice was soothing, allowing her a safe place to stay at ease, “but I think we can maybe, try to be friends?”

“You are very special to me, Y/N” Piper murmured, “I’d do anything for you, at some point you knew that but now you don’t, still was important to me you knew that”

“Thanks, Piper” He blushed, nodding at her words, “that’s nice of you.”

They stayed silent. When the sun was starting to paint a faint orange, Piper spoke up.

“I would love to be your friend again.”

Y/N looked up at her, mildly surprised that she had agreed, he then nodded showing one of his best smiles.

“Great, then I could finally meet the legend behind all the stories people already say around camp”

“They have stories about me?” She grinned.

“Kayla told me you made Drew quit her title as a counselor”

“Well yeah, but I had reasons.”

“Like what?”

“She annoyed me.”

Y/N laughed, and it was like things were going back to their place. They stayed there for a long time, talking until dinner was ready and the moon stood tall up their heads. Once more, she was totally head over heels, losing her senses to a simple boy, the best boy.

“We should go eat now before they leave us without any food.” Y/N shook the sand from his legs and held his hand out to help her stand. Like he used to do before the accident. Maybe not everything was lost.

“Sure” Piper brushed her clothes too, then she looked at him again, “this was nice, Y/N, I hope we can do it again soon”

“Me too” He tilted his head, eyeing her curiously, “I like you, Piper, I get why old me felt things about you”

“Woah, that’s so romantic” She snorted.

“Hey, I’m trying!” He laughed, “I’ll get it right at some point, don’t be bad”

“Yeah” and her heart pounded at the chances, “I believe you”

“I’ll find my way home” He beamed, puppy eyes staring at the girl. His best girl.

Yay, you really thought I would make real angst? Bitch, AS IF, everyone knows I’m completely incapable lmao

Hope you guys like it anyway <3

-Danny :)

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bloodandrosesarenofun · 5 years

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Dear Diary.

🎶Medicine - Daughter🎶

I started this blog as a way to keep track of my thoughts. To vent you know? The one place I could be emotional and be myself outside of people. Hell. Truthfully I didn't think those people could let me be me either.

This past few months, have been hell and heaven all in one. My brother and I don't fight so much anymore, and we support each other again, that's all I've wanted for a long time for us. We talk and we watch videos and we find ways to be deep when we don't speak. I feel better about it. My mum, is just as difficult I think. She does things like go out of her way to support my friend in ways she won't even support me. Or cry in the kitchen telling us about her depression but dismissing and belittling my mental state. She's hard to deal with, and I know I shouldn't be, but when she said she has depression, I felt so angry at her. How does she get to say that? To feel emotions so publicly? When she tells me things like I'm crazy, like I'm attention seeking, like I'm just some stupid kid, and not her child. My best friend of five years, they left me. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, and maybe I left them. The relationship had gotten so toxic, and she had gotten so cruel. Saying things to me like I would never be enough to notice it was wrong, how he never loved me. How he can't. He invited me to say something to him, essentially to groval at his feet. It was a lot to say no. When he'd said how horrible of a person I am. A lot of people have said that this past year. Even my parents. Wirt, he's something special. I feel lighter when I'm with him. Ever since warped tour it's like we could talk endlessly for days without ever getting tired of each other or running out of things to say. We've been almost inseparable in that we text near everyday at least once, and we see each other often. I've gotten so much out of being around him, and I think this is the first time I've felt so heavily that I love the person I am around somebody. I love who I am with him. I am myself with him. But I glow, I'm happy, I don't get happy for long. The other night I went to see him, and we spent twelve straight hours just talking, uninterrupted, smiling and laughing even when I didn't think I could. He saw me have an anxiety attack out of nowhere and despite my visit being to make sure he was okay, he took care of me. I found something I've never had in him. Kaneki, my other friend, has actually oddly I think gotten clouser. He's been around since we were fifteen with nowhere to go, and he's here when we're eighteen with only an idea of where we want to go. He opened up to me about his depression and I always knew, we sort of talked around it, but it feels nice to know he can tell me. It may seem dreary, but it was a way to open the year with trust. I feel like he's a friend I need, I'm thankful to have him in my life. Both my dads..they're a subject all their own and it's a mess. I still don't go to mi abeula y abeulo's house. I still have trouble talking to my grandparents at home, but I stand up for myself more. I sing louder. I'm picking back up my instruments and language. I'm depressed right now.

I think my parents may get a divorce.

I haven't written in this blog like this in a while, and I don't know if it was the depression making me feel like it's a chore, or there being too much to write. But since the last time I did, it seems crazy to have turned this blog into a writerblr, but it makes sense. Because what better way to be who I am than through my art? I'm not going to stop journaling though, because in an odd way it's apart of my writing, it's a part of my art. Art is all I know what to do with the heartache and the water, when I'm not hurting myself. I've been clean for a long time.

I almost broke, the other night, but I didn't. Because of Wirt, or because of Kaneki, or because I made it so far, or because I remember being happy I'm not sure. Maybe because of them all. I thought of how to hide the scars, where to do it, how they'd heal before I saw Wirt so he wouldn't know, I planned it all. Then I didn't. I feel a strength in that. There's a strength in that.

Tonight is a hard night. I think my mum triggered a really hard hitting depression bought, she all but called me a little runaway when I came home from Wirt's. You know, when he had to drive my ass home because I was too incoherent to pick myself off his floor let alone take my bus route home alone in the dark for at least an hour. Or wait downtown at night for an hour if my bus ran early. But I didn't tell her that, and instead of asking she simply assumed. That I didn't call on purpose or I didn't leave his house to spite her. To be vindictive and better than everyone because I see people as pawns. She said how I lie, and how she knows how I am because I'm a runaway, and how I'm naive, and how I think the world is great. As I'm coming down from an anxiety attack. That I can't tell her about. That Wirt checked on me and took care of me and drove me home for, but my mother would blame on me, or say it's a trick, or say I overreact to things. Always trying to make up problems. In the eyes of so many that should have only loved me, I am arrogant and cruel. Wirt and Kaneki are some of the only people I never feel see me that way. That I feel safe around. And my teachers. I still remember Timothy scolding the other children for calling me a girl, because I couldn't talk for myself. That'll never leave me. None of those moments will. They get me through these days.

I feel scared, because I have a meeting with one of my teachers I'm not out to, and I think I may tell her. I want poetry to be honest. I don't want to have to stifle myself or dance around pronouns, but I feel so new, and talking is hard again. I guess it's just something I have to re-learn. I've done it before.

I'm also scared, because I like Wirt, I think I do. I don't know if that feeling is going away, or if he feels the same, and it scares me, because I don't want things to be different between us, but if he does I don't want him to think I don't? I've never had a boyfriend, or a girlfriend, or significant other. I don't know what to do here or how to tell. It takes me forever to develop a crush, and little things don't last long, but there's something about him. I want to keep him as close as we are, I don't want to ruin it. But can I just gush for a moment? He's beautiful. As a person and physically. His eyes are the kind of green I want to find the right paints to recreate, and he's soft but he's resilient and stands his ground, and his hair changes colours from the dyeing in the nicest ways, it's wavy and messy and it fits him. He's got the cutest way of doing small things. The way he says my name when I've done something ridiculous, or gives his surgergical bandages quizzical looks, or complains about things in the kindest ways he can find so he doesn't hurt anyone, or laughs, or awes at me and points out my endearing traits. It's almost like he's looking at a puppy, and I get- shy? But I don't tell him to stop it like I do with everyone else. I don't feel as defensive, and I want to be better around him, I never feel like the kicked puppy in the street side. It's nice. I love the way we understand each other and the way we look at each other and the way we laugh together and take care of each other and aren't afraid to say we love each other. I've never had something like him. The things I do. Like we were in his car, and everything had closed it was late, but we rolled the seats back and leaned back in his car, and we wound up getting kind of quiet, and watching each other, smiling because we were having such a good time and also because the stareing should've been awkward, and all I wanted to do was lean over and kiss him. I kept wondering if it was okay, and being grateful the car was so dark in case my face and neck went red (for any one who's read Life and Death I blush as easily and much the same way as Beau), and if he ever looked at my lips and thought of kissing me too. I wanted him holding me when I was having a rough time. I want to just drive somewhere with him, screaming because life is exasperating some days and laughing because we have each other though, this whole week because I'm exasperated. I told him, and I can't beileve I did, when we were having a r o u g h night and finally found each other after getting lost "I hate our fucking lives! We are the best thing we have in our lives. We are all we have going for us, just each other." and I said it because my heart was in my throat and we'd gotten lost in not the best place at not the best time and spent hours either waiting, searching, or screaming and had each other's backs through the whole escapade and I'd had a shitty month and he had too and work was eh and our plans had been smashed with a hammer but we were still there, so by that point that's how I felt. I know, a mad man's sentence. But at the time I barely had any time to think about it because he was screaming too and we were just trying to drive away. Every time I think about him in a less than platonic way I just- get scared I'll ruin it, but think about if it works? Gods. I'm like a gay cliche fic but with two demisexuals. Diary it's almost six a.m. and I should sleep. As to be expected the depression won't let me sleep much. Hopefully that'll change soon. I'm sure I'll be back writing regularly so. I have so much shit to blab about and expand on.

It's sad though, that I'm already crying again.

But it's that weird sort of crying? That I have depression and I don't feel it but my face is leaking gently crying. I hope this feeling goes away soon.

Me and Wirt are planning a trip to the next town over, and I'm just hoping to have some trip where we sleep over soon. Not for sex potential, gods no we're very ace leaning and he's been walking around with his shirt off for days yet I feel like nothing (try wooing a rock and you got me. That's my difficulty level), but because when you sleep around someone there's something that's said there. That you guys maybe never would have said other wise. He'd maybe probably know about my tossing and turning and my insomnia and how I cry and just want to be held or gold somebody so I use things like my Shamoo plushie or the big bear my mum's ex gave her that she gave me (can we honestly get some positivity for the fact this is potentially not as a weird a thing at my age like when you have s e v e r e depression?) and that I need specific pillows to sleep and maybe probably that I have a tendency to if things are super bad or I'm in an unfamiliar space scream, cry, yell, thrash, or say things that aren't the most cheery and least disturbing in my sleep. I'd maybe probably learn about equally as well kept secrets he has. We may tell each other things we never would've shared before. I find that there's something about when you know you won't leave each other till the daylight, about three a.m. conversations and waking up to each other in the morning. Something vulnerable. I don't know if I trust him with all that yet, if I can tell him, or let him see me when I don't let anyone else. Anxiety attack was wow, impressive that I trust him that much, that I knew he wouldn't hurt me or make it worse when it's so ingrained in me that that's all people do. But I'd be so scared to sleep, scared to wake him with my screams, or wake up too close to him because I move in my sleep, or wake him up with something disturbing. The last unfamiliar place I slept in I literally slept on the floor to keep people from being disturbed and because I am that uncomfortable sleeping in the bed with people (but I think weirdly if I was okay with this I'd be shyly okayyyy with sharing a bed if needed? Like I wouldn't be dramatic about it in a "I'll just sleep on the floor" but maybe in a "are you sure-?" About ten times) and I woke up like- breathing heavily and saying "Stop! Stop! Stop!" and I'd bruised my arm hitting it on something and I think I was crying and I had to sit by someone else for a while and calm down before I could go back to sleep like holy shit it was bad I was literally shaking. THAT is probably alarming if anyone had woken up like whoever shares a bed with me needs a whole ass like debriefing beforehand because I seem like I'm on some shit but my mental state can just genuinely get t h a t bad. Screaming and crying and actually injuring myself in my sleep bad. I really wonder if anybody else has these problems like ask me how often I slept over at anyone's house? These issues have been with me for years.

Maybe I dread and look forward to it.

No. I think just- as fucked up as I am and as much as he's told me about how he gets at night I think it'd be a mess? But equally. Like both of us doing weird and concerning shit but also both of us supporting each other and loving each other and so it's okay in a way. So I feel like it'd be insane to be at that level with him where we'd be completely comfortable with showing each other that side of ourselves and comfort each other without judgement. I know me and Kaneki have had the weirdest conversations at those late times.

I'm a late times person.

💤

Until next time,

LHayes

Sign off.

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thegurlbehindthesmile · 3 years

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Head Storm.

If i don't take minute to write these things down they just weigh so heavy. where do i begin.

i'm frustrated.

sometimes its like a repeating nightmare. Its me and brian and we are on a 13 hour flight to Germany. this double decker plane is huge and filled with strangers and i cant see their faces. i know our destination is a long way away. im tired. and there we are in the middle row. u next to me and me on the isle. We're sharing your blue ipod with music i never really listen to and this is the moment im stuck in.

for a minute my body goes into drive. at first you think the dream would play out as i remember, but this isnt a memory its a dream and now that im more aware- more awake within the dream; im always asking myself.

why am i here? wheres juan? wheres julian? (thats right this is a dream/ im sleeping)

and i realize im meant to doo something. and i go and look at brian and its not the same. i can barely see his face and i no longer remeber the sound of his voice. its as if im stuck in my seat.

the dream is almost paused- as i struggle to put these pieces of the real memory back together. its like im waiting. im waiting for brian to speak first. im just sitting here. on this plane.

i went to russia in 2005. the trip was from philly airport to germany than germany to russia.

it was for a youth peace team mission. we met up with kids our age over there and talked about religion and life. it wasnt just us two- we had a team of our friends and it was amazing.

It was the first time i had left the country- it was the first time i had flown without my mom. first time i felt homesick. the first time i saw how big the world really is. how there is so much to see and so much going on. it was an experience.

i never knew Demisexual was a thing. (The term 'demisexual' comes from the concept being described as being "halfway between" sexual and asexual. ... The gray-A spectrum usually includes individuals who very rarely experience sexual attraction; they experience it only under specific circumstances.)

i didnt even know what sexual was- i was young naive and anything i did know about sex and beauty most likely came from the wrong place. i managed to get all the way to freshman year of highschool without really relationships that included sexual and non sexual.

freshman year was horrible. i was the new girl becuase i didnt attend the same middle school as the other kids and my prior school was MUCH smaller than the highschool i went to. but i was excited for the change. i asked for the change.

its easy to say "well idk?" when u have lack of experience. Idk why i was single so long. idk why i never wanted a bf. idk why i have never kissed anyone idk? idk? idk? (...now i know) my first thoughts were always like omg maybe noone wanted to kiss me? maybe im the weird one. less desired. not wanted. i was the problem. i imagined my body was less than perfect and i guess my attitude and demenor wasnt the dating type (lies) i just felt weird and alone.

sometimes people cant make a sexual connection unless they have an emotional connection with someone as well. it isnt prude it isnt wierd its just how it works (literally) the better and more i get to know you i can finally start feeling any real connection at all especially sexually.

this new demisexual wasnt even a thing until i was half way through my twenties...THAT and pansexual (not limited in sexual choice with regard to biological sex, gender, or gender identity.) people would ask "well whats ur type?!" idk id say?? i didnt even realize internally i found both sexs appealing. not even just sexs just ANYone. hearts not parts we say now.

i was basiclly lost ,frustrated and didnt understand a damn thing about myself.

brian and i were friends. we went to the same church- we lived in the same town. our families knew each other. it was a very safe space for me. i didnt think brian liked me. ( i didnt think ANYONE liked me; that way anyway) i had guy friends i had girl friends i just felt like we were all at the same level. most my girl friends had kissed people, most had bfs; same with the guys. i just didnt... it wasnt that i didnt like brian- i just had no idea what any of this stuff was. how to even begin "liking someone" i wasnt stupid - i was scared? i felt scared. worried that becase i hadnt had the experiences - that i wasnt good at ANY of it. i got to know brian because he was around. youth group trips and church events ; school- we were always hanging around each other.

i was never a physical person. honestly self pleasure was the only pleasure i knew and i thought id be going to hell for masturbating so theres that complex. a secret i held tight forever.

i didnt know the more i talked and was around brian i would fall inlove with him. people SAYYY that- but in my world it was a must. it was inevitable. as long as he was open with me and vulnerable- i began to want him.

he was my first kiss. and he let me kiss him. it might of seemed innocent ( i mean it was really) but it was big for me. the only person in the world i had let in. and he was ready to reak havoc on my new world. kisses lead to make outs- making out lead to sex- and that was that. id say i was his or he was mine but i guess we were each others. i wasnt ready to do this with anyone else. i didnt think i even could. it took so long for brian to become this person for me. i was..postive; id make this love last a life time. but that wasnt the case it was a rocky 3 years but at the end of it i personally learned alot.

i still didnt know all that i said above. on my rocky one relationship road... i was frustrated. i didnt know these things existed and while life seemed easy for brian- it was not for me. i struggled and argued with myself resulting in very poor communication with brian leading to only end in sight. if i wasnt making an emotional connection with my person then it had to be the opposite; i wasnt interested at all. almost the opposite- i felt nothing.

i let the hurt find its way in- i let it block any form of fix. the emotions were turned off. and the result was sexless.

i went on a rampage and found a random lover. Peter was ..peter. i didnt know him prior to meeting him- i barely knew much about him at all. all i knew was i was numb and needed to feel again. ( now if only i had known who i was i would of tried to build and talk through these emotions, break some walls down. reopen the lines. reconnect and succeed. but i didnt know that. all i knew was i was hurting and i nolonger had my person- i wanted to feel again.) i wouldnt even say i was attracted to peter. i really wasnt "looking" at all. i wasnt looking with my eyes or my heart.

i was already pretty good at hurting myself just plain jane. but this was a whole different world. what if i could just have sex and not care. just do it and live. just feel something. and i did it. i found peter and yeah we had sex. i was postive i didnt want a relationship ( i was heading down the wrong road in the wrong direction WITH no directions) it was a mess. a mess that didnt last long (thankfully)

i look back at it now and would like to have lunch with peter. although im sure im a spek of nothing in his life stream; he was a pretty big rock in mine. mainly to say sorry. sorry for using him. more sorry that i had no intentions at all. i was a shell of person and im sorry he never got the chance to meet the true me. cuz im not that person at all. and i think he was geniune and we could of learned alot from each other.

i am 30 years old now and still to this day brian and peter are the only people ive slept with except my current husband.

ive trusted 2 (brian and juan) of those souls with my heart. my whole heart. ive been with them to the extent i lost myself. my body has craved them and known them. and they will forever have a piece of me. they took with them what insecurities i had and threw them out the window. i was engulfed and loved and it didnt stop. i had alot of sex with brian as i currently have alot of sex with juan (my husband)

if i had known who i was then i would of talked to more people. resulting in more meaningful connections. resulting in more stories and experiences to tell about. girls guys gays all different kinds of souls i would of touched and danced with. but i didnt know what i know now.

time has given me the learning ive neeeded and now i know alot.

as my nightmare continues its me and brian sitting on a 13 hour plane. i want to ask him how he is, and what hes doing. what other souls hes experienced and what life is like for him now. we would laugh and joke and unerstand that life goes on and although we are not lovers any longer we wouldnt be who we are without having known each other. on this plane its noone but us. reality doesnt hit because its just a distraction and we just want to catch up.

its like a clock is ticking and were anxious. as if he too knows this is a dream, a mear astroprojection into a memory. and noone talks. we both stay silent. its almost like i cant breathe.. its almost like im drowning.

i havent spoken to brian in atleast 10 years possibly. not a single word. across the universe is a soul i once loved wholefully and now were strangers. i think a piece of me hurts still today. like a lost limb. how can i go through life and succeed at only making connections that count when my first connection is fried and dead.

how do i begin to process the things i now understand when one small piece of me is gravitating through space.

i was told not to long ago that you are infact alive. simply living- trying to stay to urself.

as this new person i am. as i am learning and growing. you were a big part of who i was- i wish u could see who ive become. my soul acknowledges your absence and i am aware of it.

i hope love and light find you on ur dark days. and that you follow that light to become whoever you are meant to be.

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pandxras-blog · 6 years

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hello friends !! it’s ya girl moose again back at it !! this is panda !! she is......kind of a 2.0 of one of my other characters ?? slightly tweaked but still my fave gal deep down in my heart. as always i wanna plot w/ u all so LIKE THIS and i’ll come to u or HMU !!

she grew up in a small town in wisconsin where her parents owned a farm. they mostly had animals (cows, goats, chickens, and sheep) and rented out their farmland to other ppl.

she was an only child so.......she always kind of had to make due by herself. she’d hang out w the animals all day and she usually kept herself busy drawing or readin

the relationship between her parents had always been kinda rocky. she was the product of an unplanned teen pregnancy and it was clear they only rly stayed together bc.....they had to???

they were mostly just together for panda u know. but at some point her dad started seeing another woman lowkey behind everyone’s backs, but like…everyone kind of knew tbh bc.....the town is so small like everyone knows ur business.

panda was oblivious to it all tho, she likes to see the best in people. she loved her dad so much and thought of him very highly. he’s he dad after all!!!! her hero!!!!!!!

when she was 12, her dad just split one day while she was away at school and she came home to an empty house. he’d left to start his new life with his new girlfriend in the city without a word. he only left a pile of old sweaters (which panda kept & wears). a few weeks later some divorce papers came in the mail for her mom & that was that

for a few months, panda was the one that had to pick up the pieces. her mom wouldn’t get out of bed or get any work done or cook or clean or do laundry or do anything so it all fell on panda. she’d make breakfast and dinner for her & her mom and make herself lunch for school. she’d do the laundry and make sure her mom was fed and make sure the animals were fed & she barely had any time for herself.

it was around this time that her uncle and cousin noah came to stay a little while and visit, but ended up moving in permanently to help them around the house and help panda pick up the pieces & panda was kind of able to be a kid again, but.......also not really

pandora was always a kind of quiet and sensitive kid and she always got picked on at school for being a little weird, but after the whole family drama scandal it really only got worse? so she became really reclusive and didn’t do much other than go to school and go home and work on the farm, like she did before. honestly......this was just like her life now rip. she didn’t really have that many friends, but she found a lot of comfort in hanging out w the animals at home

and she also ended up growing a strong bond with her cousin because he was a bit of a black sheep himself. they’d just kind of chill w the animals together and just talk for hours. of course she loved her brother too, but he was like…..a lot cooler than her, so it was harder to relate u know

she also got really into art as a kid. she found it really helped her bc she couldn’t always express herself thru words, but she could always express herself thru art

honestly she’s just spend hours sitting around with the cows n noah, doing her homework and working on her art

the kinda gal that literally.....was constantly doodling ?? like always came home w pen on her legs and her notebooks were filled with little drawings in the margins & stuff u know the type

another thing that she’s always been into is like..........horror & gore & macabre shit ig ?? a lot of her doodles turned into her like designing these like monsters & creatures & it was a little unnerving when her mom found her drawings because like wtf ??? but....she has a very vivid imagination & a lot of ideas.

she joined her town’s theatre production when she was 15 & worked backstage designing & making costumes & doing makeup and was like wow...........this is dope ???? let me do this forever thx

the original plan her & her mother had discusses for her future was that she would go to school to become a vet so she could still help out around the farm, but....she wanted to make a future out of her art??? she wanted to make films and show what she could do with special effect bc.....she’s so passionate about it. she decided that like…the small town life wasn’t for her, she didn’t like everybody knowing her business and all that

and it was like….she wanted to get out asap ?? she just kind of needed a breather too and like…..a change. she wanted to start over, i guess.

she mom didn’t really believe that she could do it ?? like “oh that’s nice sweetie but that’s not a job” & also like she said explicitly at times that her work wouldn’t rly be good enough to make a career out of which was v upsetting. she lowkey believed it but she was destined to prove her mom wrong

so she was like ok !!!!! i’m gonna go to school pce out fam. but she had to take a year off after graduation to like....save money bc she didn’t know if she’d be able to get scholarships

she ended up getting accepted to princeton & she probably cried for a week straight. she’s doesn’t rly come from a lot of money so she needs student aid and she puts pretty much all of her savings into school

so here she is......w a double major of fine arts major & fum bc she REALLY wants to do special effects makeup & character design and make films ig !!!!

ew that was bad but now let me talk about her personality ok

she’s very........pure. she’s an innocent soul who really...couldn’t hurt a fly, even if she wanted to

tho she does lowkey because she’s fucking stupid just not on purpose

she’s naive, and blindly optimistic & overly sweet, almost completely inexperienced with relationships & definitely 100% a virgin

and she’s unassuming and always likes to see the best in people

also tbh…..she’s too trusting. just wants everyone to be happy n eat cake together

very easy to manipulate. will do anything to have ppl like her..........she just wants to have friends and b cool !!!!!!!!!

she has so many feelings !!! but she hides them all ?? or tries to, at least. she definitely avoids talking about her problems because she doesn’t want to burden anyone

she’s very oblivious to flirtation, like she just….does not understand it at all she’s so awkward?

as i said, totally inexperienced when it comes anything romantic at all…….she’s my bi queen but this bitch doesn’t know how to flirt

she gets so flustered and nervous around attractive people i swear to god she’s like giddy 99% of the time she’s a mess

panda is truly….too soft for the world. she’s constantly worrying about what people think of her and she cries so easily like….if anyone says anything mean to her she’ll just breakdown. she needs to harden up tbh……..she straight up cries @ everything its….fucking laME

she’s 100% art hoe tho, like…..she’s always doodling and she’s always got little pen doodles on her thighs n such. bitch always has paint on her hands & under her fingernails prob lil nasty

really knows how to BEAT a face tho but she’s too lazy to do it to herself everyday but pls........let her do ur makeup she’d cry & love u

because she’s so soft she can be like dumb ??? lacks a lot of common sense tbh she’s just....always got her head in the clouds. she will literally trust anyone and honestly..........................if she doesn’t smarten up she’s gonna get killed i swear

luvs bugs & thinks they’re real cool

riddled w anxiety and major self image issues !!!!!!!!!!!!!! lowkey hates herself rip

meme queen. spends hours a day looking at them tbh. she’s always looking at her phone and laughing to herself she’s lame as fuck tbh. she is a meme.

her favorite color is yellow & she makes a lot of movie references & she sux and i hate her

she got long goils !! but...here are some lil wcs if u are interested !!

best friend ofc !!!

sibling-like relationship

a confidant

sum art hoe friends

flirtationship kinda thing??? she prob tries but fails miserably

a model!!! someone she can......practice her makeup on

a bad influence/good influence type thing

someone she thinks is cool and rly wants 2 impress???

again......anything & everything :’)

#gogreek:intro #this prob won't show in the tags but yolo #also.........i am again going 2 bed but i will b mobile #why do i always have muse when im tryna sleep!!!!!!!!!!!!

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randomnessunicorn-imagine · 7 years

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U were cop but a killer killed ur young bro, made u blind & escaped, so u retired. U rely on dog Lucky & befriended uf/fs skelebros. One day u're in mall with Lucky while skeles are out but the killer stalks & knocks u out so he can kill u later but Lucky barks & bites him, gets beaten by him & eventually dies. He flees, but people catch him & get him arrested. The event is reported on tv & skeles are in hospital where u're at; u're holding Lucky's bloodied collar & sob. How skeles react?

{ Oh, god-!This S/O is very unlucky, poor star °-° not as lucky as their dog X°DAh, this ask is so old, too. Better later than never-! }

🐕 Reddy 🐕

He took the blame of everything even if he had no reason to feel guilty.Where was he when that criminal had beaten you, killing your dog? He should have protected you but for some reasons he had been unable to do it. It was a promise he made to himself. Now he felt so sorry and sad because he risked to lose you, you were in serious danger despite you were a professional. You always said to him not to worry because you were able to take care of yourself since you have been trained as a cop so you could handle any situations. Maybe you were wrong, you overrated your capacities, and now you were so injured.Sans was glad you were fine and the criminal has been arrested even if he did not trust so much the police and he was afraid that bastard would escape from his cell, getting back at you. Then, he was really pissed off, he could not barely think rationally and even his breath appeared heavy and irregular. His body was full of rage and desperation thinking about what would have happened. These thoughts made him anxious and cold, because that assassin deserved to be punished for his actions. Sans did not want to make you worry even more so he took his own decision.Sans knew so many persons in the prison, since he has been arrested different times because everybody knew he was not the exact prototype of the good guy. Someway, he was able to communicate to his “friends” there (someone who owed him a favour). Those bad guys killed your aggressor in that prison, during the lunch break or something like it, these things were routine in a prison, so nobody could understand the truth.When you will be healed, you and Sans could organize a special funeral for Lucky, because it was his friend as well, and Sans was truly sad for its death. It was so unfair. It was such a good dog that did not deserve to die.

🐕 The Edge Lord 🐕

Papyrus was feeling guiltier than his bother because he had to help you. He had to protect you from every kinds of danger but he did not! How it could have been possible? It was not like him being so naive and unconscious. He did not understand and he felt like a shit even if he did not declare these feelings to you because you would have said to him that it was not his fault, it was not his duties and you took the responsibilities of your actions. Then, that criminal has been arrested so everything was fine. You were still so sad for your brave dog who had fought against that man to protect you, risking its life. It was gone and you felt so guilty because that dog was your best friend and he would remain forever in your heart. You cried so much for Lucky, so Papyrus was feeling worst because that dog deserved all the respect of this world. He would have never thought to thank a dog one day, because Lucky saved your life. This dog deserved recognition for its courage so he organized a funeral wake for it and he invited everyone like Lucky was a real person.Then, Papyrus did not trust the law, too. He was sure that criminal would have escaped from that place soon, and you would have been in danger again. He could not permit it! Actually, he did not do anything crazy; he just checked the prison paying the guards to control him properly. So sad in this state the death penalty was forbidden.

🐕 Blackberry 🐕

He could not believe what happened.You were in danger without his knowledge. It was unbelievable, he was shocked and he could not forgive himself for his atrocious mistakes. Maybe he was not a great boyfriend if he was not able to protect you in the way you deserved. Sans felt so useless and sad because he was strong and well trained so there were no possibilities that criminal should have been capable to run away from his fury. Perhaps he was not that strong, he started to doubt about his abilities. A dog was able to save you and not him… What? How could it be possible? It was absurd!Sans was glad you were safe, and you were not blaming him, but he was too depressed anyway because he should have been there for you but he was not!So many different emotions were crossing his mind, like rage, sadness, desperation and a big sense of inadequacy since he has been unable to save you. He had to take his revenge because he could not think the criminal who had beaten you was still alive. It was intolerable. Law was shit.Sans has been the one who visited the cell where that bastard resided, he kidnaped him torturing him like there was not tomorrow until he asked for mercy and he would prefer to be killed than keep suffering, because Sans was truly pissed and he could not forget what he did to you.At the end, Sans killed him, burning his corpse without leaving any traces. No one understood who the perpetrator of this “crime” was. It was called by someone “vigilante justice”.

🐕 Rus 🐕

Papyrus felt so guilty too, even if he did not do anything. Exactly, he did not do anything to help you. It was unforgivable, you should have been mad at him for not being able to defend you, but you were not giving the blame to him because that was your business and not his. Actually, you have already lectured Papyrus because he was too over-protective towards you, and these kinds of behaviours hassled you so you asked him if he could ignore you, leaving you alone with your problems. He did not want to fight and he could understand that sometime he appeared like an apprehensive father. He did not want to lose you so he tried to avoid you in those situations. Unluckily, his worries became reality, because you were seriously injured and your dog was dead. Lucky saved you, that was the job Papyrus should have done, not Luckys’! He felt so stupid and insecure because it was unfair and horrible. He should have acted stubbornly with you. He should have murdered that evil man before he damaged you. Then, he made a visit to your attacker because Papyrus wanted to be sure he was harmless and he was not going to evade from there. Papyrus had a chat with the guards there –a very serious chat- saying he would not tolerate any lack of discipline and they had to control that man very well (even if Papyrus was not the boss here, he could scare everyone to death). The cops promised to him that they kept an eye on him every day. Papyrus had a conversation with the criminal as well, saying to him that he would have killed him the exact instant he escaped from his cell. A man forewarned is forearmed, as they say.

#randomnessunicorn-imagine #anonymous #ask #undertale headcanons #undertale scenarios #undertale #underfell #fellswap #swapfell #underfell sans #underfell papyrus #fellswap sans #fellswap papyrus #sans #papyrus #x reader #imagines

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takadasaiko · 7 years

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43 Bobo & waves? thank u

FFN II AO3

Summary: Future fic. When Bulshar comes across Bobo and Waverly, Bobo has to make a decision if he's going to protect his angel or himself.

Writing prompt for an anon on Tumblr: Prompt #43 - "I'm not going to lose you again!"

Lose You

It had all happened in a blur of chaos, like everything in their lives.

One minute she had been sure he was evil. Absolute, pure evil that could manipulate a child to help him attack her family, steal her sister away, and bring about every ounce of pain that they'd felt. That certainty had overshadowed any goodness, any fond feelings that she had had for him and it had given her the will to push those memories down that countered that understanding… even if they crept up and in and around like a reminder that this whole situation might not be as straight forward as she was trying to make it.

Then Doc had told her that Bobo had offered her to Clootie and she'd felt a sense of confirmation. She had been right to distrust him when she saw him with the Widows, even if he'd just helped her to bring Wynonna back.

Things were never that simple when it came to Bobo Del Rey though. There weren't just two sides to a story, but many. They were broken and fractured, making it very difficult to tell what game he was playing at or whose side he was actually on, but then he'd fought free of Clootie's hold and he and Wynonna had made their deal. He was going to help them. If Wynonna was willing to end Clootie - Bulshar - once and for all, he was willing to help them finish what he and Wyatt had started so many years before.

Waverly hadn't trusted him right away. How could she? The fact that a part of her wanted to was beside the point. It was childish and naive, just as she had been when she'd slipped through the fenceline to go play with her so-called imaginary friend. In the weeks that he'd worked with them she found herself remembering those days and the way he had hoisted her up on his shoulders and paraded her around until she nearly fell from her perch giggling. Or the way he'd pulled her from the icy lake and wrapped her up in his coat to make sure she was safe and warm. Or how they'd sat together at the fenceline and she'd told him about how lonely she felt and he'd promised her - he had promised her - she would never be alone. As long as she wanted him, he would be right there with her.

She had started to see glimpses of what she remembered in him, but she hadn't quite let herself trust. Not yet. She had pushed him away on the rare occasion he tried to reach out, she had done everything that she could not to let the brief flash of real emotion in his eyes make her heart ache. He had been her very best friend once and she didn't dare risk that kind of attachment again if it hadn't been real.

And then Clootie had come to make good on the promise Bobo had made while under his influence, and instead of giving Waverly up to him he'd put himself between her and the demon. Bulshar had reached out, power ripping through the air, and Bobo's boots had left the ground as he'd been lifted into the air, his entire body rigid and his scream echoing across the space.

There was nothing Waverly could do as she'd seen his eyes flash red, deep and dark and angry, and that last strip of dark hair on his head turn white as the demon set him down, crumpling and twitching at the dark power that had rushed through him, and when he rose he wasn't the man she'd hoped was real. Clootie had him again.

This wasn't fair. He had given himself up to protect her and now he snarled, a sick smile twisting his lips as he watched her, tilting his head. His eyes were red. They remained red. She'd never seen a Revenant so fully possessed. So void of anything less than evil. It wasn't fair. This wasn't him, and somehow it had taken seeing him like this for her to know for sure that the man she'd known as a child was how he should really be.

"Run along, Little Sister," Bobo said, his voice low and vicious. "The deal won't last long."

The deal. Him for her. That had been the deal he'd struck with Clootie. He would give himself willingly if Bulshar would let the youngest Earp sister run.

Her vision blurred and she balled her fists at her side, digging her boots into the soft ground. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Stupid child," he growled. "Go."

He was there. She could hear him just behind the violence and the cruelty of his tone. He was trying to get to run. Trying to save her one last time, but if he could do that then he wasn't entirely gone. She could still save him.

Tears slipped down Waverly's cheeks as she took a determined step forward. She didn't have any backup and this might be the biggest mistake of her life, but she wasn't going to leave. She'd lost him once. When her daddy had died, when Willa had been taken, and Wynonna had been committed, Bobo had stopped coming to see her. She'd lost everything in one fell swoop, and she had hated him for it. Part of her had hated him enough to convince herself it had never happened. Not really.

But it had, and this man that had been there for her when her own daddy never needed her now. No matter how complicated it was, he was her friend. Somehow he always had been.

"I'm not losing you again!" Waverly screamed, her voice cutting through the air and a sob escaped her as she found herself directly in front of him now. She could feel the darkness coming off of him in waves, but he was fighting it. He was trying. For her. And if he was going to fight for her, she was sure as hell going to fight for him. It was passed time that someone did. "I'm not losing you again. You don't get to make that choice for me again."

He was frozen in his place, his expression taught as she stood in front of him. She must have looked like a mess with the way the tears were streaming now and she could hear Clootie whispering through the air. He stood back, though, waiting to see what his would-be servant would do.

Waverly swallowed hard, her voice still cracking as she spoke. "You protected me. You made sure Willa didn't drown me and that even if Daddy forgot my birthday that you wouldn't. You listened to me and let me drag you into tea parties and woodland princess games and…. It's my turn. It's my turn to be here for you. Just…" She squeezed her eyes closed, but when she opened them she reached out, her hand outstretched to him. "Just don't go. I don't wanna lose you again."

Bobo faltered, the darkness around his eyes fading and the hue shifted back to their natural blue. He loosed a pained breath, shoulders hunched forward and he looked like he might fall towards her. "Angel," he breathed. "I can't. He'll take you."

The gunshot went off, startling both of them, and Bulshar jolted at the shot. It hadn't made contact, but it was enough to send him skulking backwards. Waverly whipped around to see Wynonna standing on the hill just a few yards away, Peacemaker aimed and a deadly expression on her face. Doc, Dolls, and Nicole stood with her, all armed and ready for the fight.

"You want to live today, Bulshar, you leave without them. Both of them," Wynonna warned dangerously.

Waverly looked back to see Clootie slipping back. He was outnumbered and perhaps even outpowered without Bobo fully on his side. He hissed a threat into the air and Bobo shuddered at it, pitching forward suddenly and Waverly caught him, not quite able to keep him on his feet but she sank to the ground with him.

He struggled to pull air into his lungs, blue eyes unfocused head of him and Waverly reached a tentative hand forward to his arm. "Hey?"

That drew his attention and he clicked his teeth, clearly struggling to regain control. "Yeah," he breathed out.

"You with me?"

"Yeah."

"You okay?"

There was a pause there, a flash of pain deeper than she'd ever seen from him before in his eyes and he closed them. "You shouldn'ta stayed." His gaze flickered up and behind her to Wynonna. "You shouldn'ta come."

"Tough," Wynonna huffed. "You know, when you told us you were on our side and we accepted that, that meant we were on yours too. We don't leave people behind. Even asshole Revenants."

Waverly shot her a look and her sister shrugged. Bobo was staring at them both, his expression confused. The younger Earp sister offered a smile and reached forward, latching her arms around his neck in a tight hug that left him rigid. "What Wynonna's trying to say is…. You're stuck with us."

He didn't relax, didn't even return the embrace, but as Waverly released him she saw a very tentative sort of acceptance in his gaze. They all had a lot to prove to each other, but she knew one thing for certain: she wasn't going to lose him again. Not if she could help it.

Notes: I have several themes that I'm hoping to see in S3, and one of those is that Wynonna and Waverly both choose to trust Bobo. Even when it gets difficult, they stick it out with him where he doesn't feel like anyone else has.

#Wynonna Earp #WE fan fiction #Fallen Series #Bobo Del Rey #Waverly Earp #prompts #Anonymous

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black-strike-otp · 7 years

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AUs~

Heeyy here’s two things. The first one I daydreamed about late yesterevening and the other was a fever dream but I really liked it.

So you know Primus and Unicron and all the Thirteen~ No, this isn’t a Rudolph sing along. I came up with a another ‘god’ of sorts and it’s hecka stupid. But we all know there’s god(dess) of love and god(dess) of dreams well what about a Cybertronian ‘god’ who does both? Imagine a god that enters bots dreams and tells them all the bonds they’re going to make over their lifetime. (conjunx endura, emica endura, partner bonds, offspring bonds, etc). Sadly, 99.9% of bots never remember their dream in which this god visits them. The .1% chance that do recall waste their lives trying to chase down these SPECIFIC bots that they were shown, so in a way, it’s probably for the best most don’t remember. A very few 5-10% percent will get a vague sense of deja vu when meeting certain bots in their life that was shown to them in this dream, but they tend to think they just crossed paths before. I got some srs shits n giggles imagining Blackout, during the height of his career in the Pits of Kaon, being visited by this god. And he’s like whoa what the heck why are you showing me this stuff? What is that? Is that a bug? I’m confused. What? Why are you showing me these things? Then he sees Novastrike. “No. No no no no no.” he says. The god is confused. “Something wrong? Not what you expected?” And Blackout’s like ya damn right who??? would want this?? vague gesture @ self. I’m not gonna settle ur crazy. Single Mech Life (TM). Also wow that femme is gorgeous af she must have some low standards. Like do you see her??? Damn. That is a fine lookin’ femme. Is she a goddess????? priMUS wow. For kicks, imagining Nova eventually being visited by this god and when she sees Blackout she’s like “he’s terrifying.” and then pauses and is like “but he’s handsome wow.” and then being nervous cuz he doesn’t look like the gentle type but wooOWWW look at that mech. How?? this gonna work?? When they do meet in the future they both end up with a strange deja vu experience. q;

The fever dream au that I ended up loving way too much for my own good~

There was a Goddess. She remains unnamed throughout the story except by her god-children, whom call her Mother. She is the creator; making the world, the humans, and Her children. The children we meet in this au are the Daughter of Fire (unnamed), the Daughter of Water (unnamed), the Son of the Underworld (unnamed). As well as a special Daughter of Persuasion.

I’ll cut out the beginning of the story since it’s unnecessary here (Fire and Water’s feud, eventually coming together, Persuasion’s birth during the war, etc). Basically after this continuous bickering between Fire & Water was finished, Mother went to sleep amongst the cosmos, giving humans the opportunity to grow on their own and her lesser-god children the ability to grow on their own.

Now being a very young new goddess, Persuasion (whose name we never get but well- ya’ll will recognize her quickly) starts spending her life persuading humans to do the right thing. They can’t see this goddess among them, save for sometimes glimpses out of the corner of their eyes. She is basically invisible among humans otherwise. She tells people not to cheat on their spouses, advises children not to steal, etc. Basically, she offers good to those who consider doing not-so-good things.

A man becomes absolutely obsessed with this goddess. From the glimpses of long flowing hair he’s seen out of the corner of his eyes, the stories of her grace and beauty, he must have her. So he goes on an adventure, and finds ‘wishing well’ per say. He casts a bounty of riches into this lake, and a humanoid merman of sorts emerges.

“What is your wish?”

“I wish for the Lady of Persuasion (name here) to become mortal,” he smugly demands.

“Your wish has been granted,” the merman echoes in a gurgly voice. “But be warned: your wish is temporary. No amount of magic can destroy a goddessof her true self forever.”

Pleased with himself, the man goes on his next adventure. Now mortal, the goddess has no ability to shield herself from humankind. Within a few days, the man somehow manages to hunt her down.

Taking pity on his sister, the God of the Underworld sends his leading and most trusted demi-god demon out to protect her.

This demonic being looks damn close to human, unless he is using his powers or grows furious. Then he becomes a frightening figure; foul, dark, frightening. Emerging from a portal into the human realm, the demi-god strikes down the human as he tries to steal away with Persuasion, saving her from the greedy human who tried to ensnare her.

Devastated that she was now human and unsure how, if it was even possible, for her to return to normal, Persuasion is reeling. She thanks the demon, who pities this poor youthful goddess. He goes to speak to his Lord, requesting that he stay and help the goddess. Although a bit upset to lose his best officer, the Underworld god agrees to his demi-god’s request.

While the demon is off speaking to his master, Persuasion gets a brief meeting with her Sister’s. Fire and Water temporarily use humanoid guises to greet their mortal sister. They offer her words of kindness; that she is brave and strong and will get through this. Unable to sustain their holoforms long however, they leave Persuasion shortly before the demon returns. She feels a little easier at heart, but still scared and worried.

This starts a grand adventure between the demon and the goddess as they try finding a ‘cure’ to fix her. They speak with human priests and priestess, shaman and monks. They pursue endlessly for months and hints on how to return her to her goddess form. At one point, Persuasion gets sick, and they visit a medicine woman of sorts. She blesses the goddess in the name of the Mother, using however a name the humans use. Persuasion at one point calls her ‘Mother’ in front of his older woman, who seems surprised. No one had referred to the great Goddess as ‘Mother’ in a long time. She seems to realize that this mortal woman is not in fact ‘mortal’ and wishes her luck on her journey when she leaves with the demon.

I could write literally a story based off their journey but the important notes throughout is their growth and understand towards each other. When the demon grows ‘ugly’ per say; his ghoulish form showing, the goddess is no less gentle and soft with him. She never shows fear; is willing to argue with him even like this and hold him. And he sees through her courage to her fear and confusion. Young, naive, willing to trust anyone she meets so easily; he tries his best encourage her to stay open to the world even when it tries to break her but to be cautious and accepting of herself. For although some thought of her as a trickster, she was really just a soft voice of reason, and she was filled with good.

They end up kissing and it’s sweet af and I died ;u; And there’s even a point when the demon is going all angry fueled asshole beast mode at one point and she still kisses him later like that and!! yes I’d kiss a monster too tbh.

Clearly THINGS were developing between them. Edgy protective buttwipe and soft but determined cute stuff.

Strangely enough, what ends up curing the goddess is that she is fatally stabbed by a jealous human man who desires her affections but she refuses to accept his advances because she’s grown feelings for her demon friend. After a swift murder of the human, the demon goes to remove the spear from the goddess only to find light pouring out of her wound. He stays away, admittedly worried the light would destroy him (he is a child of darkness more or less).

As the wound heals, a white light cleanses over Persuasion and she’s ‘reborn’ back into her goddess self. :3 And instead of the demon going back to his master, he asks for freedom to stay with the goddess he loves. Deeply saddened to see him go, the Underworld God agrees. He has other exceptional warriors, it’s just disappointing to lose his best, but he understands.

Idk it was a cute au. I didn’t realize it was even going off track and becoming an otp au until we got the demon boi in on this and I was like “oh my god”. The amount of love and affection that peppers throughout this was hecka cute tho hng I’d put it all down but my will to type it all out is zero.

#OTP AU #Cute OTP

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lovestellarflare-blog · 7 years

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centuries later now, after you gave Mina her ascension

to see what destiny she builds for herself, it appears

your sweet Mina has a very different concept of loyalty

than yours. She sees your loyalty as betrayal. your

friendship as a waste of her time and attention...

she made you feel special and like you mattered

somehow...but now you see that you really don’t. you

never did. the one you look up to and think the world of

sees you as a waste of everything. now i know how that

crybaby onision felt in the army, when he had a mental

breakdown for the same reason. you learned something

valuable from mina’s ?friendship? with you....

you can try your best to be nice, to be a good person, to

be caring and generous, and appreciate someone ....

but that won’t stop them from treating you like garbage

you don’t even have the will to feel bad for yourself now

you were naive enough to think you had more value than

evil people. but in mina’s eyes you are exactly like them.

worthless. you are wasting your energy trying to be

better than others, surpass them morally, and have a good

life. loyalty is beautiful because it’s worthlessly wasted

in the end. true love expects nothing in return because it

gets nothing in return. i suppose i always knew this would

happen, and mina would leave me without looking twice

or back. i just chose never to believe it. now it makes no

difference what i believe. i always thought i was a realist

haha, turns out that was just my cursed mask, after all

i’m as naive as they come. but my heart wasn’t the source

of my power, that’s where mina underestimated me.....

she may have stolen my heart, but that didn’t take my

kindness away, or my decency, or my love. it only made

me stronger. my heart was holding me back, like ‘humanity’

now it’s dead. she killed it before i was even born. she

can feast on it, all she likes. I am sure the last drops are

especially tasty to her. i suppose that’s the penalty i pay

as a ‘normal’ for making a pact with a goddess. even now

i have no idea who the ‘strong’ one is...who abused who

or which one took advantage of the other. and i don’t even

know how to say I’m sorry.

anyway, i still care about her like she’s my family.

it’s who i am. i accept myself. being upset that i’m the

way i am, is pointless. i don’t wanna change to be like

‘other people’. and i don’t care what people think about

my relationship with Mina/Tessa....i am still hers. always

and not because i’m ‘desperate’ or ‘’afraid to be alone’

i’m capable of making my own choices, and she’s still

my choice. not that i could ever ‘give up’ on her. she’s

amazing. and even if she was as boring and plain as me

she’s still your everything. of course if you lose your

memory, you won’t know how i feel about her, you may

forget like she forgot what happened centuries ago when

she made that pact with you from wonderland. so you’ll

probably have this choice again, of whether to keep her

in your life (technically, she IS your life) or whether to be

your typical wreckless, selfish, spoiled, arrogant, bitter,

hurt, self-centered you...the one you always try not to be.

w/e you choose i cannot hold you back, i just want you

to do me one favor. even if in absence of your present

memories and feelings, you decide your life is too stupid

to bring meaning (mina) into it, that you’ll watch over her.

even if you don’t know her, or care, or feel enough to give

a damn, do it for me, please. i don’t think i’ve ever begged

you a favor, for urself, but i’ll get over my pride, for her.

treat her like she’s the love of your life. die for her safety

if u must. don’t ever let her feel as alone as you’ve felt

much of your life. she revived you too many times for you

to just leave her. if you don’t care about my feelings, then

do it for honor. you have a moral debt to her, none of your

hurt emotions can override. you’ll have countless chances

to feel pain, and be hurt through feelings, trust me. but you

only have one chance to lead an honorable, noble life. and

i’ve done everything i could and more to give you that life.

you have a heritage that i’ve always dreamed of having, of

giving it to you.....you may not have had the ideal perfect

relationship with her, but having failed her, and that goal..

you have the perfect honor that you always worked towards

you are noble, though imperfect. maybe you will become

perfect in our new life i can’t see yet, or maybe you will lose

your honor, but become perfect for Mina and ur relationship

w/ her....maybe that’s your destiny. first half of ur life, the

childhood/war was just growing up and becoming a warrior

the second half could be having a beautiful family, that

mina is to you. or why knows, maybe it’s that new war of the

worlds i keep seeing reflected in the Spear, but this time you’re

not fighting alone, you have Mina by your side, and Anna is

your daughter/war comrade, and you train her to be a true

cat princess, and be everything you couldn’t be or become.

she will have the ideal life you always wanted but never got..

just because one european sovereign is crushed, doesn’t

mean another has to follow your mistakes. You’ll guide Anna

to become the perfect Sovereign you could never be...she is

wise, kind, gentle, uncruel, honest, loving, a perfect being

you’ll make her your heir for the greater european realm (E+W)

since you’re kinda spiraling off into madness and damnation

btw. you have Borderline Personality Disorder. Yaaaay!

Hope u’r cured, hisshiss.

#dearfutureme incaseofamnesia

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thestalkerbunny · 7 years

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wardrobe #squad, parachute, poison, contact shooting star, for all the trolls

I nearly DIED, Seel.

WARDROBE

Carina: she's sort of got that borderline lolita style/50s house wife style; she likes those dresses people would wear in the 50s. Which is probably because for a long while she was a 'grave' robber and wore basically burlap for most of her life and finally she gets to wear something girly. Kneelength dresses and skirts, usually with sleeves.

Somali: He always dresses like he's a shaloin monk. OR just doesn't wear a shirt. And if he did ever update his wardrobe-he'd wear those super ugly neon shirts that are cut to the near BOTTOM on the sides and backwards hat with something douchey on it.

Lyrain: Fuking dork has all graphic T-shirts with video game and movie refrences. Always wearing the studded bracelets and collars. He probably wears multicolored weed socks underneath those baggy hottopic pants.

Merlot: FLOWY WOODLAND ASTHETIC. If she could, she would wear a fake flower crown CONSTANTLY. Would 100% probably take the best selfies. She's a big girl so most of her outfits are relatively loose and flowing; usually with flowers.

Kotomi: I honestly need to update what he wears, but think the designs of Bethany Yellowtail. Kotomi is very Indigenous coded and I want him to have that style, at least in formal settings (or if Ecohla gets ahold of him and goes 'YOU NEED TO WEAR SOME NICE CLOTHES TELL ME WHAT U WANT BOI I WILL DO IT FOR U'). Outside of that, he'd probably have just ONE outfit he wears out of pure depression that's dirty sweats and t-shirt that says 'The only D I have is Depression.'

Ecohla: WALK WALK FASHION BABY. Usually in sort of Jade color scheme and formal male attire. Will not wear if it is not their own personal design or Gucci. ITS GUCCI OR NOTHING.

Scapin: Very similar to Lyrains-but it's all science jokes and science puns on t-shirts. And he usually wears dirty/semi clean leather labcoats over it (Think like the kind of leather/plasticy stuff made of butcher aprons in horror movies, blood just slides right off.) He sometimes enjoys wearing a skirt once in a while.

Tannuk: He's relatively insecure with his body; so he just wears hoodies and thick jackets constantly so you can't really tell if he's chunky or thin or WHAT under all that. HE doesn't CARE if it's 500 DEGREES, he would sooner DIE that take off that jacket. Usually fur linned shit. Wears basically Uggs.

Aderam: She doen't fucking wash her clothes and she wears the same smelly jacket and everything is sort of gnawed on and torn up at the edges and just. A hot. MESS.

Bastte: She doens't like wearing shirts. It's hard to keep her wearing pants rn. She's against bras, shirts, shoes and everything. If she could have it her way-she would just be nakey ALL the time.

Mohlai: you know those movies about beach bums and surfer bois? That's all Mohlai wears. He probbaly swim suit under neath his outfit when on land-100% HAS HIS WET SUIT UNDER EVERYTHING. JUST. SO READY FOR WATER. EVERY OUTFIT IS WATERPROOF.

Seadna: similar to Tannuk in the context of she wears a lot of jackets-but in the context she's never been exposed to warm weather.

Oshune: She's fucking GOTH seel. Just google CHUBBY GOTH GIRL-wait never mind. that's all just fucking porn. But she's a Goth. Always wears dark colors. Dark purples. Skull Jewlry.

Babbit: 70s-80s party girl fashion style. Leopard print is THE MUST. Leather Boots UP to the fucking THIGH with 6 inch heels.

Nivano: Similar to Babbit, but usually in leather with studs. Either a biker or bdsm casual TWINK. He's one fucking step away from wearing a collar that says 'property of Babbit'

SQUAD

Carina: Usually hangs out with Scapin, but would also hang with Oshune if the chance came along. Goth gal friends

Somali: NOBODY WANTS TO HANG WITH SOMALI. But Bastte finds him a tolerable workout friend. Mainly because he can't fucking run and she likes to watch him flail.

Lyrain: Seadna is his biggest fangirl and he wants to be friends with Kotomi. Kotomi would sooner slit his own throat.

Merlot: Kotomi is BEST MOIRAIL along with any gals. Merlot is the absolute mom friend.

Kotomi: Merlot is best friend first, SCapin is his depression sad times buddy. He absolutely LOATHES Lyrain.

Ecohla: Doesn't do WELL platonically. Was once friends with Tannuk.

Scapin: Carina seems to be his only actual friend along with Kotomi.

Tannuk: BEST FRIENDS SEADNA. They probably have BFFS necklaces.

Aderam: we don't discuss. Aderam just seems to hate EVERYTHING.

Bastte: tolerates Somali, is rather friendly with Ecohla and Merlot

Mohlai: Pals around with Lyrain most of the time and Ecohla at times.

Seadna: BESTIES with Tannuks and is Lyrain's number one fangirl.

Oshune: Seelie is best friend and seemingly only friend, but would hang out with Carina.

Babbit: ONLY NIVANO

Nivano: ONLY BABBIT.

Parachute

Carina: Carina would do anything for almost anyone, but none more so than with Scapin. She trusts him absolutely and totally. She never really feels 100% safe; probably the whole shitty upbringing with Buzzard Padre

Somali: Somali doesn't seem to trust really anyone and he's so secure in his own strenght that he's never cocerned for his safety. And since he doesn't really have friends he doesn't really...DO anytihng for anyone.

Lyrain: Lyrain is similar to Carina, he'd do anything for anyone if they asked. He puts utmost trust in anyone (which is probably a huge fault in him) I don't think he really has anyone he feels safe to??

Merlot: Kotomi. It's all Kotomi. She would kill for him, she would die for him. She has utmost faith in him.

Kotomi: Kotomi feels immensely safe and would do anything for Merlot and trusts her as completely as she to him.

Ecohla: Doesn't really TRUST anyone, but feels relatively safe around Scapin (its the chainsaw.) Ecohla would only really do anything if it benefits themself.

Scapin: Scapin doesn't really TRUST anyone-maybe Carina or ever really feels safe. He's like science but layered in paranoia. He would do anything for Carina. ANYTHING she would ask of him he'd do.

Tannuk: Seadna. That's it. Doesn't listen to anyone else. Nope. Just the fish princess.

Aderam: SHES THE PERSON WHO GOES 'YES I TRUST YOU' and then off camera she goes 'you're going to fuck up.' She does have this weird level of trust in people around her. Other than that. NOTHING. She does everything for herself and her own goals.

Bastte: Herself. That's the answer for two. She would also do anything for anyone, she wants to use her strength to protect thosewho can't.

Mohlai: Mohlai is too quick to trust and feels sort of safe around people like Tannuk or Bastte-people who he knows are strong-but is absolutely weak willed and can be pushed around easily.

Seadna: She has immense faith and trust in Tannuk and feels safe around him. She'd try and do anything for anyone, as a good ruler should.

Oshune: She doesn't trust theater troupes and you don't really feel safe after every sense of being safe is just so violated by being murdered. She'd do anything for Seelie.

Babbit: Nivano for all above-exept safety. she finds safety inherself

Nivano: ditto as Babbit.

Poison

Carina: Holds a grudge for a very long time. Not nessarily a bad thing, but she can be petty at times over things. It doesn't really affect anything she does, she just goes for swift justice. (*Breaks a cup* Okay I'm fine now.) She's also terrible Naive at times. She doesn't question things or do the reasearch she's supposed to do when people tell her information. She just takes it as the gospel truth.

Somali: He....he's such a douche. he's got that fucking stupid SJW mentality of 'I'm doing what's right by hurting other people and calling them out.' BEcause of this, he's sort of alienated himself by making himself this dislikeable.

Lyrain: He thinks poorly of himself and takes critism hard (like all artists do.) he often destroys his own work because they're not good enough.

Merlot: she upsets easily and stays upset much longer than nessary. She holds a heavier grudge and even after the person has said sorry, she still won't forgive them for a long time.

Kotomi: I don't think chronic depression would count as a vice. LIke, if that wasn't in his way, he'd be op. He'd be fine. Outside of the depression he's an actual upstanding moral individual with likeable decent qualities. Mental illness is just keeping him from being op.

Ecohla: Ecohla's lustful nature comes from being platonically a failure of a moirail and they try to over compensate for that by basically being the world's most amazing lover which sort of ruins their reputation as a designer and makes everyone view them as just a dumb slut.

Scapin: Scapin just takes the blame so easily and blames himself so easily. Like someone could say 'you broke my favorite cup' and he will immediately say 'I'm sorry' (even though everyone knows Aderam did it.) He blames himself so quickly that he often loses confidence in his own skills which makes him fuck up even more and he blames himself again.

Tannuk: He thinks he can do it all on his own and he doesn't need anyone's help. He bites off more than he can chew and he just drowns under it without calling out for help.

Aderam: She's a slothful easily wrathful being. She pushes everyone away as far as possible and doesn't let anyone into her inner circle or know what her personal agenda is or even her emotions. She doesn't vent or have feelings jams-she just bottles it up and then she just unleases it on some poor individual who invokes her.

Bastte: She's got the 'I GOTTA BE FIRST' competitive mentality and it sorta puts pressure on her. She's sort of a bad loser.

Mohlai: Doesn't really have a flaw except his terrible choices in friends. He tried to be friends with Aderam. Which was just BAD.

Seadna: She's a timid (is that vice) Weak willed, lilly livered person. She can't stand up to herself.

Oshune: Very slothful and gluttonous creature along with healthy doese of lust.

Babbit: Lust, Pride and Wrath are her vices and it WOULD hurt the people around her. but she only surrounds herself with Nivano and it doesn't seem to bother him since he's the exact same way.

Nivano: See Babbit. That's why they go so well together. They're absolute birds of a feather.

Contact

Carina: She's a very touchy person, she talks a lot of with her hands and she makes a lot of physical contact with people. In regards of herself being touched-she likes her hair being played with a lot.

Somali: TOUCH ME, LOOK AT THIS MUSLCE, I FLEX. YOU WANNA TOUCH? Nobody wants to touch somali. Bad. Nope.

Lyrain: He usually politely keeps his hands to himself and asks people to sort of do the same unless they're friends. *he has very squishable cheeks perfect for squishes. Like a Shiba Inu.*

Merlot: Don't poke her in the tum. She punch. But she's very huggy. Mom gestures. Always. SOFT HUGS FROM A SOFT GIRL.

Kotomi: Dont touch, dont touch, dont touch,dont touch, dont touch, dont touch.

Ecohla: VERY into touching and being touched-both platonically and sexually. Maybe it's the 'CANT FUCKING SEE' thing, but they basically are constantly touching someone or something.

Scapin: Doesn't really care to be touched unless it's intimate. He usually keeps his hands to himself unless someone asks him to do so (He likes playing with Carina's hair tho. Soft. Smells gud.)

Tannuk: Again usually keeps his hands to himself but is surprisingly tolerant to people touching him. He's with Lyrain in 'squishy cheek club' and Seadna loves playing with those soft boi cheeks.

Aderam: DO NOT TOUCH ME WITHOUT PERMISSION, BUT I WILL ALSO BE WEIRDLY INVASIVE TOUCH WISE. lIke. SMACK. I slap u. That is how I show any form of borderline affection. SLAP.-quote from Aderam.

Bastte: She's in the same bucket with Somali in regards of 'you wanna feel my muscles' but people actually WANT to feel the kitty buffness. She's pretty forward when it comes touching people. But only so she can bench press them.

Mohlai: Is open to being touch and usually asks politely to touch you. But smells like a fishy.

Seadna: She's not used to contact or being touched, but she'd probably start crying if you'd hug her.

Oshune: She's like Merlot, she touches with or without permission and enjoys being touched *as much as a ghost can*

Babbit:The only one Babbit allows to touch her is Nivano *and fans of course* THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS BASICALLY SUB AND MISTRESS, so yeah.

Nivano: Lives to be touched and wants to touch but is not allowed to touch. But that is his kink.

Shooting Star

Carina: I wish to be the world's best inventor

Somali: I wish people would see me for the visionary I am

Lyrain: I wish I could just do nothing all day but play my gitaur and draw.

Merlot: I wish everyone would be safe and sound.

Kotomi: I just want to be happy and okay again.

Ecohla: I wish to be loved.

Scapin: I just want to be good for once in my life.

Tannuk: I wish for Seadna to be happy.

Aderam: Give me back my friend you DOUCHE BAG.

Bastte: I wish for everyone to survive to see the end of this game.

Mohlai: I want to find the world's greatest treasure.

Seadna: I wish to be a good princess and make people happy.

Oshune: I wish I was alive.

Babbit: I wish Nivano knew how proud of him I am

Nivano: I wish Babbit knew how proud of her I am

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