#i miss my whump king

[whumpypepsigal]

Whumptober 2023 | No. 29

Troubled Past Resurfacing

Prodigal Son s01e12: “What were you so desperate to forget?”

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#whumptober2023 #no.29 #troubled past resurfacing #prodigal son #gifs #whumpedit #whump #trauma #childhood trauma #angst #ptsd #painful memories #emotional whump #malcolm bright #tom payne #my gifs #i miss my whump king #gotta continue the tradition of posting at least one malcolm bright gifset for whumptober <3

[alazystranger]

zolu fic recommendations? (i can take reading angst now)

Ooh, this is going to be bit of a long post. i have tried to include a mix of both angsty and otherwise.

*cracks knuckles* alright let's get down to it! I have included the summaries as given by the authors below the link.

let thy sword be thy tongue by queerweather. A personal favorite! I go back to this one a lot.

Hindsight is twenty-twenty, and Zoro is not afraid of Luffy handling his swords; Zoro is afraid of how Luffy handling his swords might unravel him.

Love you by willoffire123. Both angsty and sweet! Kind of like my comfort fic

When Luffy goes overboard one night during a winter storm, Zoro dives after him and the two are separated from their ship. Stranded on a winter island, slowly freezing to death, Luffy and Zoro come to realize their long dormant feelings for each other. Can they say their love in two words or less? Or will the winter island take their lives before they get the chance?

Loyal Till Death Do Us Part by StygianHeart. You said you can take angst now, anon? *cackles maniacally* this one has it all- whump luffy, traumatized zoro and what not. It has 13 chapters and it's absolutely worth it

Roronoa Zoro knows he’s loyal to a fault. And maybe that loyalty is only for his Captain and Crew. But realizing his loyalty for Luffy is also something more, something more personal and emotional, was not what Zoro wanted. And he definitely didn’t want the voices in his head to get so loud. But hey, we never get what we want, do we? In which Zoro figures out he’s in love with his captain and is in great denial, all while struggling through emotional repression and a bunch of shit he doesn’t deserve. Go figures.

running just to keep my hands on you by nevermordor. another fic i love to read again and again.

The thing they do is kind of like a game, because Luffy likes games, but it’s also kind of a competition because Zoro can’t not turn anything and everything into a competition. It doesn’t have a name and there are only two rules, because more than two would just be making things boring and overcomplicated. 1. Whoever takes out the most guys in a fight is the winner 2. Whoever is the loser has to do whatever the winner says “Why’s it gotta be a whole game and stuff," Luffy says. "That’s gonna take too long.” “It makes sex more fun," Zoro explains. "You gotta win it, you gotta earn it. Like anything good in life. Like pirate king or greatest swordsman.” Luffy considers this.

A gamble on love by SnailorBee. short and fluffy. had me grinning like an idiot. perfect fic to recover from the angsty ones.

Pre-Time Skip! "We have a bet amongst the crew, minus Chopper. You want in?" "A bet?" Brook repeated, mystified. "About what?" "If those two idiots are dating or not." Nami jerked her chin in the direction of the nap pile behind him. Strawhats and their bets about Luffy and Zoro.

To cut your teeth on love by freckledshoulderblades. basically a series of snippets from their first meeting to just after timeskip but full of zolu feels.

Zoro meets Luffy and gives himself over wholeheartedly the instant Wadō is placed between his teeth again. Luffy meets Zoro and decides in a heartbeat that Zoro is his.

poly philtatos(the most loved by far) by swordsmans. another personal favorite!

He keeps moving forward at a steady pace, resisting the urge to run because how fucking embarrassing would that be, running because he missed them, and as he breaks through the treeline he shouts, “Oi, oi—what took you guys so long? It's been—” And then he freezes, because yes, actually—something is very, very wrong. The Sunny is anchored just off shore, close enough to see the deck but far enough away that the crew has had to take the Mini Merry to make land. Scattered across the beach in various stages of chaos—rolling around, yelling, fighting—are his crew but not his crew, so similar and yet so, so different. They look younger, fresher, and whatthefuck there, on the deck of the Sunny just peering over the railing, he catches a flash of green—his own green hair— “Ah, fuck,” he grunts, and then immediately turns back around because no, actually, he does not want to deal with this.

These are a few of my picks. if you want more/shorter fics/if you were looking for something else, don't hesitate to send me another ask!

#zolu fic recs #zolu fanfic #these fics are really so precious to me it's insane #my second ask yay #zolu

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

You recently did an ask about an angsty mpreg fic...I love the concept. Could ylu possibly recommend some more like that?🥺

AND

Anon asked: any fics where stiles is pregnant and unfortunately gave birth by himself? i love mpreg angst  

Hi anon. @kevaaronday made this list!

baby of mine by suddenlyatiger (35/35 | 78,402 | Mature | Sterek) "It's not a joke," Stiles says. He looks at Derek, brown eyes wide and worried. "I need your help."

"By marrying you?" Derek asks.

"Yes," Stiles says.

My Liberation Has A Name by SilkO (12/12 | 66,380 | Mature | Sterek) Stiles is a prince under the Argent clan, the king, Gerard Argent had killed Stiles's clan years before taking Stiles as his own due to the omega being born a spark. The Argents had used Stiles's spark against the people. Killing many while using Stiles's name for the murders.

Years after Stiles was taken and imprisoned in the Argents castle Derek's clan gets massacred. Peter, filled with anger and vengeance trained Derek to go and kill Stiles, the witch of the Argent clan and avenge their family.

Derek goes and as he meets Stiles his reasoning falls, only leaving behind Derek's emotions, something he thought had died years ago.

if it’s meant to be, it’ll be by DeancebraArt & EvanesDust (4/4 | 27,560 | Explicit | Sterek)

Following a chance encounter with an irresistible and alluring omega, Derek wakes up in bed alone, with no way to contact the man he met the night before. Over the course of the next year, Derek finds himself wondering: how can he miss someone he doesn’t even know? And, more importantly, how can he find him again?

After a one-night stand with a mysterious alpha werewolf leaves Stiles pregnant, he resigns himself to raising his child as a single parent. It’s not until the man he’s been pining over for the last year shows up at his doorstep, does he realize there might actually be something more complicated than raising a child on his own: love.

Mama Please by Parkkrys (1/1 | 20,699 | Mature | Sterek) Claudia gave up hunting to marry Noah and so far no regrets. Yes, it irks her that Noah is friends with the Hales, but she had been able to put it to the side. 

Now after having twins, she struggles with watching lil Stiles and Derek grow closer, and now at the age of eighteen Derek reveals that Stiles is his mate. Something in her snaps and she leaves to the Argents for help. She wasn't expecting her lil boy to be a spark though.

Now years later, she knows her baby boy is married to Derek and she is determined to set him free no matter the cause.

Make Your Own (Buns in the Oven) by nezstorm (1/1 | 11,250 | Teen | Steter) Stiles opens his mouth a few times, but no words come out as he feels tears welling up again. He takes a deep, shaky breath, exhales slowly to calm himself enough to do this.

Peter waits, brows furrowed in worry as he watches Stiles.

“I think I’m pregnant,” he finally says, “And I don’t know what to do.”

--

Or the one where Stiles is a human incubator and Peter is not the baby daddy (until he is).

Virgin by KiraH69 (4/4 | 10,073 | Explicit | Steter) Stiles is a virgin, unmated and pregnant omega. That doesn’t make sense. Nobody believes it and things just get harder and harder.

Newborn by Anonymous (1/1 | 4,514 | Mature | Steter) Pregnant Stiles nearly pays the ultimate price for a disastrous rideshare experience.

Aka: Stiles, pregnant with Peter's baby, gets attacked by a bad driver with a gun. Do Not Read if you don't wanna see a pregnant twink get whumped in the backseat, oh ho ho.

Spoiler note: Stiles and baby are stable and recovering. The baby registry is on the Toys 'R Us website if you want to send them love.

infinitely undefined by nezstorm (9/9 | 3,999 | Teen | Steter) Stiles misses him sometimes. In the odd moments between reality and sleep.

--

Or the one where Stiles and Peter make a baby, but Peter is a chicken shit.

This Wasn't Supposed to Happen by Parkkrys (1/1 | 3,996 | Gen | Sterek) Stiles didn’t hide this on purpose, there just wasn’t a good time to tell him. Doing this friends with benefits thing with an alpha werewolf maybe wasn’t the best idea but how could he ever say no to Derek? 

Sure, he had feelings for the man, and this could only end in heartbreak because hey, who would be interested in a long time thing with him of all people? He knew how annoying he could be. He wasn’t even sure how his dad had put up with him all these years. 

But this has gone on for far too long, the scent blocker and the bracelet that he has been wearing for the past month could only do so much from hiding his not so little secret.

A Way Out by OnTheGround2012 (1/1 | 1,587 | Teen | Stackson) After finding out that he's pregnant, Stiles goes to see Jackson to fix it but things don't go as smoothly as he hoped. This is how their encounter ends.

Mpreg!derek

Expiration Dates by KaliopeShipsIt (22/22 | 226,825 | Mature | Sterek) When 13-year old orphaned Derek Hale tests positive as a male carrier, his newly appointed guardian and uncle Peter uses his influence to make the test result go away, aware that in their deeply carrier-phobic society his nephew’s status could prove to be the downfall of the family company.

16 years later Derek is pressured into firing eight months-pregnant Danny Mahealani, creating a publicity scandal that, as the Equal Rights for Carriers movement gains more and more ground, results in an unprecedented media outrage targeted towards Hale & Argent Publishers. 

A very reluctant Derek finds himself forced into defending his company’s prejudiced views on national television, facing off in heated debates against Stiles Stilinski, a guy he happened to have a one-night stand with months ago and has been pining over ever since. Stiles is a disgruntled former Hale & Argent employee, a staunch supporter of the ERC movement, he hates everything Derek stands for … and, courtesy of an expired condom, he’s also, unknowingly, the father of the child Derek wasn’t even aware he could carry in the first place.

Turning the Page by KaliopeShipsIt (26/26 | 128,387 | Mature | Sterek) After being widowed and left to raise three children on his own at the age of 21, Derek Hale-Krasikeva did not expect to ever find happiness again. 

He also definitely did not expect to meet the love of the second half of his life in a grad student attending the same university as his undergrad kids.

When You’re Not Expecting by KattsEyeDemon & seekeronthepath (9/9 | 49,863 | Explicit | Sterek) Derek and Stiles weren't planning on kids yet. Stiles hadn't even known biological kids were an option. But when the unexpected happens, Derek grabs onto the chance for a larger family with both hands, and everyone else is along for the ride

Derek Hale’s Baby by KaliopeShipsIt (4/4 | 38,741 | Mature | Sterek) On the last night of his vacation in Paris, Derek has a one-night stand with a handsome stranger. When he boards his plane back home twelve hours later, Derek's cute seat neighbor Stiles almost lets a backpack fall on Derek's head and Derek has no choice but fall for him. 

Ten weeks later, Derek has never been this happy, he's never been this in love - and he's never been this pregnant and with no clue who the baby daddy is. 

Also, he's secretly a werewolf. No Vacancy by KaliopeShipsIt (4/4 | 34,964 | Mature | Sterek) "29-Year Old Omega (muscular/scruffy/perpetual sourface) Seeking for Alpha-Baby-Daddy. Might or might not be named Stiles"

Derek is an unusually muscular Omega with irregular heats and dumb luck.

Stiles is an unusually polite Alpha who forgets to leave his number.

Laura is a furious Alpha who wants to wear Stiles' balls on a golden chain.

Cora is a pragmatic Alpha who composes Craigslist ads.

... aka, my first A/B/O-Fic

Edit: This work is now a trilogy

The Beginning of Our Wolfy Family by modestfuckup (6/6 | 20,699 | Teen | Sterek) “Stiles, I’m pregnant.” Derek blurted out.

Stiles jaw was open, an eyebrow arched, “No, not possible. I know I may have slept through freshman health, but I know for a fact that men cannot carry babies. Nice one Der. What did Deaton say?” 

or the one where Stiles and Derek find out they are having a baby.

A Day in June by KaliopeShipsIt (1/1 | 13,061 | Not Rated | Sterek) Derek is happily married, a proud papa of three children, and financially comfortable. 

He's also pregnant for the fourth time and doesn't want to be.

Bump in the Night by KaliopeShipsIt (1/1 | 3,600 | Mature | Sterek) The one where Derek's pregnant belly is a lot bigger in the evenings than in the mornings and Stiles mopes because he volunteered to work the nightshift for a month and thinks their unborn daughter is trying to be the next Houdini.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #mpreg #pregnant!stiles #anon

[sarahsmi13s]

This Is How It Feels

whumptober day 5: hostage / kidnapping / held at gunpoint

pairing: beau 'cyclone' simpson x daughter!reader

characters: beau simpson, y/n simpson, reagan simpson, ncis: new orleans team, the squad breifly, hayden and frankie, everett north (oc villian), cameron north (deceased)

warnings: 18+ MDNI, language, kidnapping, torture, guns, blood, waterboarding, loss of will to live, oc character death, revenge killing, if i missed any please tell me!

word count: ~3.2k

a/n: this is for whumptober! please please please proceed with caution and use discretion, protect your peace

also if you are on the whump taglist but are not familiar with a character, you can skip it will not hurt my feelings!

also also, i do want to apologize for getting this up late got distracted while writing it so i finished it later than i had hoped

whumptober 2023 masterlist

summary: a parent's grief is strong and powerful and it can make you crazy, if the opportunity presents itself to get revenge... you take it

“Simpson!”

You turned at the call of your name, spotting your friends waving to you from the front of a bar. “C’mon! We’re starving!”

Shaking your head, you jogged over. “You two, my goodness,” you laughed before you all walked in. “Are you sure we can even eat here? It’s a bar.” “We’ve eaten at the Hard Deck before,” your friend, Hayden, said as she walked over to a table.

“Okay okay, you have a point there. Just don’t try anything stupid, we’re all repping the school, but I’m also repping the Navy and my dad. So if any of you try to pull-”

“Relax, Simpson, I left my fake ID in California,” Frankie, your best friend said as she nudged you playfully.

“Simpson?” 

You looked up to see an older gentleman standing there with an apron around his waist. 

“As in Beau Simpson?” He asked, looking over your face quizzically.

You nodded, “Yes sir, he’s my dad.” The man chuckled, “Yeah, I know your dad, grew up down the street from my mama. I’m sure he hasn’t talked about me much, I’m Dwayne Pride – folks around here call me King.”

“Oh! Yeah, Dad did tell me about you,” you said with a smile and stood up to shake his hand. “It’s nice to meet you, sir.” Dwayne chuckled, “You can call me Dwayne…” He trailed off, brow arched as he silently prompted you to fill in the blank. “Y/N, I’m Y/N.” He smiled and nodded, “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.”

You sat back down, but looked up at him. “Now, is your mama Reagan Autry?” You nodded, “Sure is!” He chuckles, “I knew they’d last. Anyhow, what can I get y’all to drink?”

Back in North Island, the squad was at Cyclone’s house for a little get together.

“Where’s Y/N?” Mav asked, sipping his drink as Beau sat down. “Oh her culture club is visiting New Orleans for Mardi Gras week,” Reagan said as she sat down on the arm on Beau’s chair.

“Now y’all are from NOLA, right?” Jake asked, relaxing back on the couch. They nodded, “Sure are. High school sweethearts at that.” He nodded, “That’s impressive.” “It is, because of all the hours and missed dates over the years because he’s such a hard worker,” she said, kissing the side of Beau’s head.

“I made up for it though,” he chuckled and squeezed her hip. “Yeah, you d-”

Reagan’s statement was cut off by Beau’s phone ringing.

He furrowed his brow and picked it up, checking the caller ID to see that it was Frankie.

“I better take this, excuse me,” he sat his drink down and stood before going out on the back patio.

He closed the door as he answered, “Frankie? What’s-” 

“Y/N’s been taken!” 

Beau froze, the breath being pulled from his lungs. “W-what?” Frankie was hyperventilating on the other end, “W-we were get-getting something fr-from the vending machine and-and-and some guy c-came up and t-took her. I tried to he-help b-but she-she told me to run.” 

Frankie sobbed, even though he couldn’t see her he knew she was pacing the hotel room 

“I-I’m sorry…” 

He had to remain calm, knowing that she would freak out if he did. “Frankie, Frankie, you need to breathe sweetheart. I know you’re scared, but I need you to listen to me. There’s a bar, it’s called the Tri-Tone, you need to go there and find Dwayne Pride.”

She sniffed, “W-Why Dwayne Pride?” “He’s an NCIS Agent, he’s the team leader down there and he can help.” She coughed a little, “O-okay…” He took a breath and glanced back inside, seeing his wife leaning on the wall and watching him carefully. “Frankie, I’ll try to be down there soon. Stay safe and be on alert.” “Y-yes sir.” 

He hung up and ran a hand over his face before turning to go back inside.

His eyes stayed on the floor as he closed the door behind him and leaned on it. “Beau… Honey, is everything okay? Is Y/N okay?” 

The concern in Reagan’s voice grabbed the squad’s attention and they looked over concerned.

“Uh.. She.. She was taken… Y/N and Frankie were getting something from the vending machine.. and–and some guy took her…” Beau looked up and met her eyes, tears filling his, “Someone took her…”

Reagan collapsed, Beau catching her just before she could hit the floor. “No! No! Not her, not our baby girl! Please,” she sobbed, her manicured nails biting at his shoulder as she clung to his shirt.

Beau couldn’t say anything as he held up his wife, trying to be strong for her and not break down in front of the squad.

But it was hard. 

I mean of course it was. 

You, his baby girl, in the hands of some stranger. It was his worst nightmare come to life.

Cold. Damp. Dark. 

Those were the words you would have used to describe the room you were in. The only light on in the room was a yellow bulb swinging in its cage above your head. The chill nipped at your exposed skin, having been stripped of the clothes you were in when you were taken. The room smelled of mildew, and you knew that any water ride you ever went on would remind you of this room.

Your arms were tied above your head, spread in a ‘Y’ to keep you from attempting to free yourself despite being in chains. Your bare feet scraped the rough concrete, your toenail polish being scraped off and leaving red, pink, and white streaks on the floor.

If you had to guess, you’d been there about 12 hours, if not a whole day.

The man that took you had only been in the room one other time and it was to tighten the gag in your mouth. It was a relief that was all, but you had a sinking gut feeling that he had something in store for you.

Your view of the room was awful, you could only see the staircase in front of you, the small window at the top of the wall letting in the moonlight and illuminating the assortment of instruments on the workbench underneath it. If there were worse things behind you, you couldn’t see it. But if what you could see was any indication, there was a reason you were here.

All you could do was pray that Frankie got help and that someone was on their way to save you.

“What do we know?” Dwayne asked as he came in, Beau and Reagan following behind him. “Any updates?” 

Chris and Tammy turned, heads tilted in confusion as to why they were there. But they continued when Pride nodded.

“We were just sent this photo anonymously, Patton’s tracing it now.” Sebastian put the photo on the plasma.

The photo was a newspaper being held by cracked manicured nails but the face in the background was too covered to be enhanced effectively. 

“However, there’s no way to determine-”

“That’s her,” Reagan spoke up, tears gathering in her eyes. “That’s my baby girl…” 

Dwayne looked from her and up to Beau, “Are you sure?” She nodded and held up her own hand, “We got a matching manicure before she left…” Reagan turned and sobbed into Beau’s shoulder.

“She was playing with her brothers when she was young and scraped her left hand on the brick wall, the scar never went away,” Beau added for more confirmation that the hand in the photo did belong to you.

Dwayne nodded, “Then there’s hope, it’s a proof of life photo.” 

All the Admiral could do was nod before holding his wife close and silently cry with her.

It had been 5 days since you had been abducted. 

5 agonizing days.

Beau was a wreck, he was falling apart with worry. With fear. Anything awful that came to Beau’s mind, it’s what they were doing to you. And it wasn’t getting better.

Because they hadn’t heard anything else from your abductor. Patton’s trace led them to a library computer, where they were able to obtain security footage but no one in the film looked suspicious. All the team could do was tell the library staff to keep a lookout for anything or anyone sketchy.

But other than that, they had nothing.

And they were running out of time.

“Please, stop!” You sobbed as the hot knife ran across your skin. 

The past four days have been non-stop pain. Even when you were given a break so your capture could do whatever, you were in pain. 

You felt like you had zero hope of getting out, of ever seeing your family again. You could only think of your dad, how he must feel. That he may never see you again, his only daughter, taken from him.

“No! He has to know the pain! The suffering I went through because of him!” 

Him.

That was all he ever referred to this mystery man as. Never said a name or anything other than ‘him’ or ‘he’.

“Who?! Who are you talking about?” You screamed before a fist collided with your stomach, the slick slap of his fist on your wet, bloody skin making you sick to your stomach. 

Your skin was littered with cuts, all ranging in depths and lengths but none deep enough to be immediately fatal. 

No.

It had to be slow.

Whomever this ‘he’ was had to experience the same pain your capture felt.

The man hit you again, smearing your own blood across your face and bruising your swollen skin. 

You cried out, begging for him to stop and to let you go as he walked away. Your voice was raw and broken, cracking as you desperately pleaded. 

“Let me go! Please! I just wanna go home…”

“My daughter never came home, why should I let his?” 

You blinked, not sure what he meant by that. 

“I’m sorry about your daughter… I am… but why inflict this on someone else? Why take someone else’s daughter away?”

He didn’t answer you and released the tension on your chains, sending you to your knees harshly and reopening the wounds on your knees. 

Grunting, he took long strides back over to you. 

You knew what he was after and you tried to crawl away, scraping your palms on the concrete. But you could only crawl so far and so fast. 

Your entire body throbbed and your blood made the floor slick. Your capture was faster than you were in your weak state. He grabbed your hair, yanked you back and grabbed you by the throat. Your yelp was cut short as he applied pressure, cutting off your air flow.

Weakly, you tried to claw at him, get him to let go, but he wouldn’t. He squeezed until your eyes rolled back and you passed out.

Beau paced the living room of his childhood home, waiting on Pride to arrive.

Dwayne had called, telling him they needed his help identifying a man and that they had a lead, a promising one.

He wasn’t given any other details, but even that was enough to give him some hope. It had been over a week, so this was gold to them.

The normally calm and collected admiral nearly jumped out of his skin when there was a knock at the door. He raced over and pulled it open, revealing the two agents behind it.

“King, Agent Gregorio,” he greeted, stepping to the side to let them both in. They nodded their thanks to him before they went to the kitchen.

“We’re gonna get right into this, Admiral, you and your wife have waited over a week for something like this,” Tammy said, with sympathy in her voice as she held the evidence bag and a printed photo up. 

Dwayne took the evidence bag, “This was in a book returned to the library early this morning.” He turned it to show the folded up notebook paper, the words, “FROM ONE FATHER TO ANOTHER THIS IS HOW IT FEELS” scrawled sloppily across the page in red ink and what looked to be blood droplets and a bloody fingerprint on the paper. 

“The blood is fresh, as old as this mornin’...” Beau didn’t have to ask, there was no other person whose blood it could be. But he needed the confirmation, no matter how sick it made him feel. “Is-Is it…” Both agents nodded, Tammy speaking, “Sebastian ran the print… it’s Y/N’s. The blood is her’s as well…”

Beau gripped the back of the chair to keep him from falling, Dwayne coming to his side to help him sit down.

“Do-do you know who sent it?” 

Tammy sat the photo down, “We were hoping you might.” He picked up the print and looked at it, recognizing the face instantly. “Yeah, yeah, that’s Everett North… His daughter, Cameron, was under my command a few years ago. She died on a mission.”

They nodded looking at each other, Tammy stepping out to call Chris and tell him to look up Cameron’s name. 

Beau runs a hand down his face, “He blames me for Forest’s death and is taking it out on my daughter…”

Everett sat in a chair, fiddling with a hose waiting for you to wake up. 

You were laying on the freezing floor, the only warmth being the pool of blood you were laying in. You weren’t sleeping so much as laying unconscious, passing out from the previous day's torment. You knew what today held, the same as yesterday. 

That’s what it was, a routine. Torture of all kinds day in and day out. Pain and suffering, that’s all it ever was.

You didn’t want to open your eyes, wake up to another day of this. You were sick, coughing and shivering as the cold basement plus your wet skin plagued you. Your wounds were infected. Your throat was raw from screaming, but Everett managed to pull them from you still. 

And you knew what was in store for you today… but keeping your eyes closed would only delay the inevitable.

You cracked your swollen eyes open, weakly trying to push yourself up. 

“They’re she is,” he gruffed out before getting up and turning the hose on. He puts his thumb over the opening on the hose, spraying you in the face with the freezing water. 

You could only weakly yelp before he was coming over and pulling you to your feet and dragging you to the table on the back wall.

“No, no, no, please, please don’t…” You protest weakly, still trying to fight him. 

“Stop fightin’, you know it's no use,” he said coldly before putting you on the table and strapping you down before running the cold water over your cuts and burns.

You whimpered, squirming to get away despite it being futile. 

He just laughed before covering your face with a towel and soaking it with the hose.

“Everett North, his daughter was Cameron North. Cameron was killed after her plane crashed and she was taken by the enemy. She was held and tortured for two weeks before her body was dumped back at the wreckage for search and rescue to find,” Gregorio started.

Chris was next, “After seeing her at the Tri-Tone and following her to her hotel, North abducted Y/N. She has been with him for a little over a week. But she isn’t trained like military personnel is, she’s only 18 and what Lieutenant North went through was intense and extensive. We don’t know if Y/N can handle it.”

“Okay, do we know where he lives?”

“Sebastian is–”

“I found it! I’ve got his address!” Sebastian shouted as he stood up.

With that the team jumped up and got their gear.

The moment the towel was yanked off your face you started coughing up the water you inhaled, lifting your head so you don’t choke on it again.

Everett started and ended with the same method. That's how you knew your day was over.

He unstrapped you from the table and watched you weakly roll until you fell onto the ground limply.

“Please… just kill me…” 

Your plea was weak as you continued to cough up water. You hated that you had gotten to that point so soon. That you could pull through for just a little longer. But you were in agony, body broken and bloody. You didn’t want your parents to see you like this.

“Oh no no no, your dad has to feel the same pain I felt.”

You look over your shoulder, “M-My dad? What did my dad do to you?” Everett reaches down and grabs your hair, pulling you up to your knees.

“He killed my daughter, I’m only returning the favor,” he hissed, yanking down to put you on your back.

You yelped, your head making contact with the ground. “My dad would never do that!” He kicked you across the face, “Shut up! You don’t know!”

You went to retort but you could hear movement upstairs.

And that’s when you felt your will to live enter your body again. 

“Help! I’m down here, help me!”

You could hear the flurry of footsteps to the basement door and Everett pulled you to your feet.

He held most of your weight and pointed a gun at your neck as the door flew open and agents ran down the stairs.

“Everett North! NCIS put your weapon down!”

“Come any closer and I’ll shoot her!”

Everything suddenly became blurry, the voices around you muddling together. You didn’t know exactly what was happening but you could only assume it was shock or your body finally letting go and relaxing because you had a chance of living.

But before you learned the answer, everything went black as a gunshot rang out.

The first thing you noticed as you woke up was the incessant beeping of a heart monitor. Next was the fact that the lights were off. Then it was the weight of a large, calloused hand in yours.

“D-Daddy?” You rasped out, attempting to squeeze his hand. 

Beau’s head whipped up, “Oh, baby…” “Daddy, I-I’m so sorry,” you nearly sobbed out. “Shhh shh baby girl, no, it’s not your fault. It’s never your fault.”

All you could do was nod before you started coughing. 

He was quick to react, getting you a cup of water and offering it for you to take, afraid that if he tried to help he’d send you into a panic.

You take it and sip it carefully before giving it back to him. He grabbed your hand, “I’m so glad you’re okay, sweetheart. I’m so sorry this happened.” You shake your head, “Not your fault… he-he blamed you… but it’s not your fault.”

He smiled gently at you before pushing hair behind your ear and kissing your forehead and you sent him an identical smile. “What matters is that I’m okay… well that I will be okay.” He nodded and kissed your hand, “Yeah, you’re gonna be okay. It’s gonna be okay.”

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[ohtobeleah]

Roll Of The Dice // Jake Seresin

Chapter Two: ‘Love at first flight’

Summary: Fighting off flashbacks at every corner he turns, Jake can’t seem to shake the ghost of you that lingers the halls of Miramar.

Warnings: Angst! Graphic Mentions of injuries sustained from a fighter jet accident. Loss of life, reader x Jake Seresin WHUMP!

Word Count: 3.8k

Author Note: I’m on a mission to break your heart. And before anyone asks! I’m genuinely okay! Angst and whump is just my specialty as a fanfiction writer. 

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Jake Seresin was and always would be a morning person. He chased sunrises and enjoyed a six am workout as much as the next guy did. Something about the quiet of the morning in the hours between four and six soothed his restless soul. The world was just getting started by the time he’d shit, showered and shaved. But every now and again when his mind just wouldn’t rest—he found himself exhaling a tired groan whenever he rolled over to shut off his alarm. Not exactly sure how many hours or lack there of he’d gotten of sleep. 

Jake couldn’t remember when he’d actually gone to bed. After reassuring Javy he was in fact fine, he kinda just lingered in his room. He did a quick core workout—did a few push-ups, had a shower that hid his tears. He wasn't fine, he was anything but. But he wasn't going to let anyone see that he wasn't a pillar of success, of confidence and charisma. He was Hangman in every aspect of the word. 

Jake remembered sitting down on his mattress and staring at the photo he had tapped to his mirror, he;d ripped it off to place it on his bedside table. Thumbing the ring around his dog tags until he felt another bout of tears forming. Repressing them as deep as he could. But legitimately going to bed? If someone held a gun to his face right this second he’d be dead because he just couldn’t remember. 

Unlocking the phone, Jake noticed that it was still open from a text thread from last night. Rubbing his eyes as he yearned and sat up, he vaguely remembered he’d text you about Rooster throwing your untimely demise at him like it was some sort of sick joke. It was just something he continued to do—he’d text you on and off. Tell you about his day, things that reminded him of you. He’d send you pictures and call just to hear your voicemail. The sound of your voice brought a comfort that was unparalleled to anything else. 

“I know you and Bradshaw were close but fuck I could kill him right now.” The message was green, a red not delivered notification directly underneath told Jake his pleas were going nowhere. That you weren’t sitting in the dorm just down the hall that you used to occupy reading his message with a hard eye roll before shooting back a witty remark about how Jake probably deserved it in some respect. He could certainly dish it out nowadays but taking it was a whole other level. He could take anything anyone threw at him, Hangman could. But anything that involved you? Jake Seresin became a mess of a man, a version of his former self. A man heartbroken and sad and fucking destrort. 

“I miss you so much.” Again the message hadn’t been delivered.

“It should have been me you know, fuck you for leaving me here.” He didn't mean that one, well–partially anyway. Jake meant the part about the fact it should have been him, that much was true. But he wasn't mad at you for what you did. He knew that you were just putting him before yourself. 

“I don’t think I can do this without you.” Again, the message hadn’t been received. Jake started to notice only two months after your death that whatever text he sent you stopped being received. They’d bounce right back to him. Flicking the pad of his thumb against the screen of his phone—Jake sat in his king single bed and read the last message you sent to him. The same message he read every morning and every night. It was the only thing that kept him going throughout the day. 

“Haha! Can’t wait to marry you Headache.”

Jake smiled at the thought of you. God he missed you. Letting his legs drape down the side of the bed he groaned as he stood. Stretching out from the horrendous few hours of sleep he’d managed. 

It wasn’t meant to end this way. Jake was sure that one day he’d just wake up from whatever nightmare he’d fallen into and he’d still be in your arms in the bed you secretly shared for way longer than anyone ever knew about. Noone even knew that he was engaged, emphasis on the was. But every day that past he lost a little more hope that this was all just a dream. He respected the bravery or the general naivety that it took to be laid back and trust in the universe to look after you—but without you by his side he was just stumbling through each day that passed. Chasing pussy like he was playing in traffic just trying to shake the thought of you. 

But even behind the fake facade of the sociopath he let people see, they all knew—Jake Seresin was a heartbroken man just trying to claw his way out of the hole he fell down when he was told you weren’t coming back to him. 

Jake Seresin liked to pretend though that in all the time you’d been gone he was just waiting for you to get home. Come home to him like you had said, so he could marry you, love you, spend the rest of his life by your side like he was supposed to. 

But as fate would have it that wouldn’t happen. Jake knew for a while there he wasted time when he should've been replacing your last name with his. That mistake was his, he knew it. He wore it like a sunburn that might disappear but it never left him. He’d carry you on his shoulder, never set you down—the tattoo of a set of Dice inked permanently into his sun kissed skin. He’d ferry you through the coldness, never let you down. 

***~***~***~***~***~

“Alright Phoenix let’s take this guy out!” Jake gassed himself up as he steady his throttle. Pete Maverick Mitchell had just come racing between him and his wingwoman for this training session. Phoenix Trance. Sending them both into a frenzy as they steadied their aircrafts. “Break right!” 

“Breaking right.” Phoenix had been there the day you died. She’d never be able to erase that memory from the rolodex buried deep in her mind. The image of your blood on Jake's hands still haunted her nightmares, the sound of his agonising scream that echoed through the halls of the hospital made her jolt awake in the middle of the night. She knew why Jake Seresin was the way he was, but knowing didn’t make it any easier to deal with. To tolerate. He’d always been a bit of a cocky jerk but he cared enough about the people around him to know when enough was enough. Without you around? There was no one to reel him in when he got too hot headed and sociopathic. 

“Huh? Where’s he going?” Bob asked as he watched Hangman fly off left into the distance, leaving Phoenix out in the open. 

“That’s why we call him hangman, he’ll always hang you out to dry.” She sighed. 

“Leaving your wingman—there’s a strategy I haven’t seen in a while.” Pete raised a brow at the poor display of sportsmanship and camaraderie he was witnessing play out in front of him  like a car crash. A head on collision just waiting to happen. Maverick knew if Hangman didn’t come back that there’d be casualties. He could easily get a tone on Phoenix and Bob. 

“He called you a man Phoenix, are you gonna take that?” Hangman chuckled to himself as he came back around, looking for an opening to swoop in behind Maverick as he chased down Phoenix. 

“So long as he doesn’t call you a man.” Phoenix responded. “Talk to me Bob—where’s Maverick?” 

“Jesus, his nose is already coming around.” 

“Get him off me Hangman!” Phoenix hissed as she searched for her wingman, Jake froze behind the throttle at the sound of your voice coming through the radio. He knew it wasn’t you but it sounded so much like you that it had his body reacting with goosebumps. The hairs on the back of his neck stood to attention like a ghost had just passed by. 

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(North Island — United States Navy Fighter Weapons School, October 16th 2014) 

It was, without a doubt—the most accurate assumption you had ever made about anyone in your entire life. Jake had been driving you insane all morning—there was no attempt at teamwork, no camaraderie and certainly no effort to achieve the end result that were the task parameters. Dog fight tactical manoeuvres. 

You’d never heard the tone buzzer more in your life. It was almost comical how badly you’d been performing, but with a wingman like Hangman who spent half his time chasing a pipe dream about going after the top dog—Captain Martin, you were left out in the open more often than not without backup, without cover—essentially a sitting fucking duck. 

“Get him off me Hangman!” You hissed through the radio as you broke right and evaded back into a sharp left. Trying to shake off Rooster who’d been chasing you down for the better half of five minutes. “HANG—“ 

“I’m coming I’m coming, jeez—“ It was the most nonchalant thing you’d ever heard someone who was meant to literally be your ride or die say. Cutting you off before you even had a chance to scream at him for cover. “God you make it sound like you're a paralytic or something? Can’t you fend for yourself there Dixon—“

“Okay, you’re literally no help.” You mumbled as you split your throttle and shut off your left engine, pulling up and back before falling behind Rooster as he raced past. “I’ll just do it myself!” 

“I said I’m coming!” You saw Jake coming up in your peripheral vision. “I was going after Captain Martin—“ 

“I don’t care what the hell you were doing, we’re meant to be flying as a team and I can’t do that on my own!” You were right on Roosters tail just about to line up your missile lock when you heard it ring out via your radio. Hangman had snaked your kill before cutting across in front of you. For a brief moment you got caught in his jet wash—rattling your Super Hornet side to side as it fought the sudden onset of turbulence. “Fucking Christ!” 

“Dammit—“ Rooster sighed as he broke left and headed back to the runway for landing. “Don’t let him get to you Dixon, he’s like this with everyone.” 

“You just left me in your fucking jet stream you dick!” You couldn’t believe this was your knee wingman. The second you came in for landing you’d be requesting another partner. There was no way this guy had been chosen to fly for TopGun. On whose authority and on what grounds? “I could’ve have lost control—“

“You didn’t though, did you?” You were seething, seeing red. You had to turn yourself around and request to land or else you were going to lose it. 

“What the fuck is your problem Seresin!” You haven’t even shut off your engines properly before you were ripping your helmet off to scold Jake. “You’re gonna kill someone one day flying like that you maniac!” Jake remembered all too well the way you shouted at him after you'd come in for landing, barrelling up the taxiway at him with eyes that held nothing but anger, he even swore at one stage he saw steam coming out your ears. “That should have called your Hangover!” 

“Oh really?” Jake was immediately intrigued as you shoved at his chest, Captain Martin instantly rushing to break the two of you apart. “Why’s that sweetheart?” 

“Because you give me a goddamn headache!” Jake had never in his life had a woman speak to him the way you did. He was intrigued by you if at the very least. He’d tuned out what other berating  

comments you were hurling his way as he took you in for all you were worth. The way your eyes kept lingering from his eyes to his lips. The way your nose scrunched when you called him a bastard. The way you must have bitten the very tip of your tongue when you were anxious before a flight because it looked like you’d gone to town recently. The way your hair was pushed out of the regulation bum from your helmet, hair now a mess that you’d surely have to fix after a midday shower. He was infatuated by every little detail. “You’re the biggest risk taker I’ve ever met and I hope to god you’re never the cause of someone’s death Seresin.” 

“You wanna talk?” Jake scoffed out a laugh when he’d finished thinking about your wedding. “I've never seen someone risk so much for such little payoff!” Hangman squared his shoulders as you went toe to toe. “You roll the dice, you take chance after fucking chance and are–out of all of us, the one whos been caught on tone the most.” You were seething, so much so you could taste the iron on your tongue from where your teeth had sunk into the flesh. “What were you even thinking up there? Half the time I couldn’t tell if you knew which way was up or down or goddamn sideways!” Jake went on to hammer into you. “You think I was the one putting you in danger? You were the one flying all over the place like a fucking mad woman!” 

“I dunno Hangman! Maybe if my wingman had his eyes on me I wouldn’t have had to have been all over the shop! If this had been real I’d be fucking dead by now and you know it!” You shoved at his chest again and this time he stumbled back slightly, chuckling with a shit eating chin plastered across his perfect stupid face. 

“Still doesn’t explain the radical manoeuvring—“ He egged you on, wanting you to yell at him some more because it was so fucking cute. 

“Oh well I fucking guess I live by the saying if you put your wingman in a little bit of danger, make him question the safety of his team! you might get a peak at who he really is.” You pressed your lips together into a fine line as you looked Jake up and down. “Turns out you're an open book, coward.” 

“Alright alright that’s enough you too—Dixon, I think you just earned yourself your callsign, Dice.” Captain Martin had to step in to separate the pair of you. “Dice Dixon—huh, it’s got a nice little ring to it don’t you think?” He beamed your way as you raised your brows in shock horror. You’d waited so long to be given a call sign, and as it turns out Jake fucking Seresin would be the mastermind behind it. 

“Sir, all due respect I—“ You were  going to protest the name, explain that you weren’t always like this. Not always such a risk taker—but you were cut off before you had a chance to defend yourself. 

“You want me to come up with something else, Dixon?” Jake just stood behind Captain Martin smug as all hell. “Because I can, and I can guarantee Dice is very tame in comparison.” 

“No sir—“ You shook your head in response as Hangman chuckled to himself. Looking at you like you were the love of his life. “Dice is just peachy.” 

“Sensation Dixon, welcome to the club.” Caption Dixon tapped you on the shoulder. “And as for a set of characters, learn how to tolerate one enough to at least pretend to work as a team while you’re here or else.” He warned, voice stern as he turned and left you and Jake standing on the tarmac. Whoever broke the silence first was buying the first round and you both knew that. 

“I can’t believe you just did that—“ Jake grinned as he followed you back towards the hanger. Completely under whatever spell you’d put him under. For whatever reason, Jake had been sporting a pretty intense boner since you came barreling at him down the taxiway. He could tell you were a hot head, easily riled and incredibly defensive. “I’ve waited years for a call sign and you just swooped in and threw the first thing that came to your pea brain at me!” It was so infuriating that he’d made it so damn easy, but all the while you were frustrated Jake ‘Headache’ Seresin had so effortlessly crafted your callsign, you couldn’t help the way your heart fluttered inside your chest at his laugh, his cheeky grin—and those goddamn green eyes. 

“And yet?” Jake smirked as he trailed behind you, so close in fact that when you turned around to confront him you smacked right into his chest. Letting out a small ‘Oof’ as you collided with his stature, tall and firm. You couldn’t go there, you wouldn’t. Something about professional decency and how the Navy was against relationships and fraternisation. But against everything that had been drilled into you since day one of the Academy, you couldn’t help but to melt against Jake's gentle touch, the way his hand caressed your forearm and shoulder, steadying you against him. “And yet, Dice Dixon?” Jake questioned again as you stood with him in the empty hall. So close you could feel his breath fanning across your chin as you met his gaze, leaning in the close the gap in a heated moment of weakness. 

“It suits.” You whispered under your breath, ghosting Jake's lips before turning on your heels. Making a quick exit as you called back to him over your shoulder. “Hard Deck, six o’clock, don’t give me a reason to regret this.” 

“Holy fuck I’m gonna marry this girl—“ Jake mumbled to himself as Rooster stepped up beside him, having seen the entire confrontation play out before his very eyes.

“She’s not your type Hangman, take a walk.” Bradley watched as you disappeared from sight and even then Jake's gaze lingered on the last place he saw you. A look in his eyes Bradley had never seen. A glint so bright, puppy love. “She’ll break your heart man, don’t even go there.” 

“Already Broken.” Jake just replied. He’d been burnt a time or two before in the past enough to think his heart was already broken and worn enough that nothing could ever break it again. “You can’t break something that’s already broken Rooster—“ 

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After the eventful run with Rooster, Jake couldn’t wait for a hot steamy shower to sooth his aching muscles and wash away the events of today. He’d flown far too many times to count on one hand and still—the son of a bitch had never been caught on tone. Maverick was good, Jake would give him credit where credit was due. 

Dropping down to the bench that sat in the middle of the locker room, Jake bent down to untie his boots, so caught up in his own head that he hadn’t realised he was in fact the only soul in the lock room. A bizarre and rather uncommon occurrence considering everyone was finished for the day—he must have just been the first one back. 

Being the only one around meant it was quiet. Too quiet, quiet enough to be able to hear the soft but memorable laugh coming from over near the door. 

“Hello?” Jake called out to be met with no response, frowning—he stopped what he was doing when he heard the laugh again. “Trance, are you laughing at your sorry display of—“ Rounding the corner, Jake saw no one standing there. But again the laugh echoed off the walls and he jumped. Searching as he turned to see who was around him. “Who the fucks there?” 

“Are you going crazy there, Hangman?” Fanboy asked as he stood in the doorway of the Locker room. “You know they say the first sign of madness is hearing things that aren’t there.” He chuckled to himself as he headed to his locker. The one beside your old one. No one had been assigned your old locker—it sat empty and unlocked. Abandoned because the admin ladies were too hesitant to assign it a new owner. Not because of your death so much—mainly because the door was busted and didn’t lock. Jake couldn’t help but to wonder if it was because of that one time you’d jammed your hand in the door so hard it left an indent in the flimsy metal. 

“Thought I heard someone laughing.” Jake replied softly as he walked over to where Mickey stood fishing out his jeans. 

“Well, Halloweens coming up, the veils between our world and the next are as thin as ever—you very well might have.” Fanboy said it as if it wasn’t the craziest thing he’d ever mouthed off. “You got someone important on the other side, Hangman?” Mickey asked as he grabbed a towel. 

“Guess you could say that.” Jake barely responded above a whisper as he opened your old locker to be met with nothing but a few spiderwebs. The admin ladies really hadn’t assigned it to anyone since two thousand and fourteen. “I don’t really believe in all that stuff.” Reaching in, Jake picked up what he believed had been a blank Polaroid Card. Dusting it off to reveal the fainted writing written in pencil. 

‘Headache & Dice 2014.’ 

“Ah, I get it.” Fanboy called out from inside the shower he’d chosen. “Still, if you’ve got someone, now's gonna be the time where they’re most active. It’s why the Celtics would wear costumes to blend in with the dead.” Mickey explained. “But they’d leave places at dinner tables and treats on doorsteps for family and loved ones that had crossed over. They’d even light candles to help them find their way back.” Jake wasn’t listening—he was too busy staring at the Polaroid in his hand. You and him at the Hard Deck. You were holding your lips to his cheek as Jake held the camera up high. It couldn’t have been long at all after you had met judging by the date

Smiling softly, Jake pocketed the Polaroid, hearing that same laugh again as he shut your old locker door. It didn’t close properly—stupid thing. 

“You sound crazy Garcia.” Jake taunted as he went back to taking his boots off on the bench. “There’s no such thing as ghosts.” 

“No—probably not.” Fanboy agreed as the shower turned on. “But moments passed do and that’s what resonates after someone passes on.” 

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[moonpaw]

Do you have any one piece fic recs? Mainly stuff that doesn’t really deal with romance. That sweet sweet platonic shit is calling my name

yeah, i got a ......couple!!

Luffy was raised as a marine and makes it everyone's problem (Series, spoilers for all arcs they're in sections so read up to where you are)

Luffy was raised as a marine, but now has more childhood trauma (Series, first fic is a full fledged fic, again spoilers for all arcs)

Somewhere to Belong (childhood ASL, garp strikes a deal for whitebeard to watch them for 6 months)

The Fire and the Sun (A what-if marineford fic, luffy gets hit)

I’ll keep the king (I’ll keep him safe) (a whump fic centered around luffy's injuries and his crew taking care of him, nakamaship)

sweets and chains can't keep away the king's straw hat (AU where luffy is Big Mom's son and Dragon keeps breaking in checking up on him)

There is no such thing as freedom in a cage of your own making (AU where it's found out much earlier that luffy is Dragon's son and the marines are sent after him on Dawn, Garp calls Ace to go get him first)

Dammit Garp (stop kidnapping your grandson) (Garp finds out Ace is on whitebeard's ship and throws luffy over there too)

the sky is falling (but you’re with me so there’s nowhere i’d rather be) (ok i know you said no ship, but i'm obsessed over this fic for being one of the BEST gear 5 fics out there because of how much LORE it has, Gods AU, ch 1044+ spoilers)

Treasures for a Treasure (pearls pale in your eyes) (Gods AU, luffy is the son of the sea)

Who We Were Meant To Be (Marine!Luffy AU)

Undo, Rewrite, Again (Luffy gets blasted to Baltigo instead of the Isle of women)

Smile Again (Modern AU nakamaship, the crew help luffy recover from ace's death after a crash)

Adopted By Default (Luffy gets blasted to the whitebeards instead of the isle of women)

Beginning the Next Dream (Luffy gets reincarnated as his own uncle and raises the ASL brothers lol, only gets to ace though but the fic is worth it for the luffy, dragon, and garp interactions as well as roger and shanks)

The feel of family (ASL brothers but law and corazon are there too somehow)

Boy With a Scar (luffy went missing for 4 years as a fighting ring slave, fic begins after he's been freed and returned to Dawn)

The time the ASL Brothers ran away from home because they didn't want to deal with Garp (ASL brothers become pirates instead of building their treehouse)

How it Should have Healed (Another nakamaship fic about luffy's wounds throughout their adventures)

The Past and Future King (two pirate kings accidentally meet on a weird island)

one bleached from lying in a sunny place (someone comes up to Usopp and asks to join the strawhats)

Twin Flames (Ace calls Sabo his twin when talking to jinbe in impel down, this has consequences)

across ocean tides and snow-covered hills (ace and luffy meet up on Dawn right before luffy's 2 year time limit)

What if (ace is born a few days early and Rayleigh takes him in instead, making the ASL brothers estranged)

In That Bottle, Is an Ocean Of Memories (AU where luffy is big mom's son)

The World Goes Around In Circles ("How come you're called the pirate hunter, when you're a pirate yourself?")

sea king prayers (Gods Au, series)

it's all been done before (timetravel Au but told in ace's perspective who has no idea time travel is a thing that's going on)

on brotherhood (ageswap, luffy is the older brother)

gods apparent. (gear 5 fic)

Claimed by the Sea     (pirate king luffy gets kidnapped by a cult, zoro and the crew searches)

light up, light up     (Ace goes missing after the fire, leaving Sabo and Luffy alone. Outlook wants Sabo back and sabo agrees only if luffy can come with him)

as the world goes on its wicked way (Luffy gets turned into a kid for a day, big brother usopp moments)

trouble is a friend of mine (Sanji gets captured)

literally anything written by taizi

the weight of you (Platonic strawhats cuddling :D)

over the course of a day (An AU in which Usopp is forced to hitchhike and meets a few concerning characters)

Like Cats and Dogs (Daemon Au)

stared at the sun and the sun smiled back and called itself pirate king (or: loyalty, on the high seas) (Crew loyalty series)

Little Monsters ( Post-Wano, some lucky (or not-so-lucky) Marines capture the still-injured Sanji and Usopp)

no gods (Gods Au/gear 5, days after the Flevance massacre but with an extra guest)

DreadLetting (gear 5 & time travel, luffy ends up back on that day ace sets sail)

All Hail The Sun God (Gods Au, Zoro offers himself as a human sacrifice so the god of the valley will return)

sky blues (little luffy and vivi meet)

to have and to hold on (Spade pirates are worried about ace and tries to recruit luffy into helping them, Deuce pov)

Pain Scale (Nakamaship, luffy gets hurt)

You Still Have Me (Ace and luffy ageswap, marineford)

It was cold without you by my side (Sabo remembers a few days sooner, just in time to break into impel down)

teacup lizards (luffy is born as dragon’s twin)

reach up to me (if you even can) (Ace reacts to gear third’s “side effect”)

Same Difference (Sabo remembers years sooner, revisits Dawn island)

You Can't Teach a Monkey to Read (Nakamaship, the crew teaches luffy how to read after the timeskip)

The Will of D Carries On (Klabautermann au)

Of pirates and touches (Nami & luffy friendship)

Seven Deadly Sins (Modern Au, Law’s new apartment is haunted)

We Set Our Wishes Upon Her Waters (Gods Au, the 4 Blues are seen as gods and these gods have their own chosen)

Captains' Flowers (a kinda soulmate/mark fic, platonic nakamaship)

Sibling Sympathies (ace’s arabasta visit, nami pov)

interviewing the Future Pirate King (REAL! NOT CLICKBAIT!) (does this one even need an explanation?)

Diving Into The Sea  AND  Diamond Stratosphere (Au where some people with the D name have wings, series but the fics isn’t under one for some reason?)

Overboard (A typhoon hits the Going Merry's crew harder than any of them could anticipate or accept)

Know Me Like Waves Know Shores ( When Dragon and Luffy meet face to face for the first time, Luffy doesn't recognize his father.)

of scissors and combs (usopp gives luffy a haircut)

burning rubber (Chopper worries over luffy, post marineford & timeskip)

hey, let's get lost (along the way) (Ace, Luffy, Vivi, and Nami accidentally get lost in Alabasta)

etch the ocean into my soul like a guiding light (platonic soulmates Au, zolu)

Si c'est une âme (Platonic soulmates, nakamaship)

The Experiment (The crew make a game out of Zoro’s sleeping habits)

A Chance Encounter ( After Ace get's defeated by Blackbeard, he's held at a temporary prison for a little while, and there he meets a quirky, young marine that surprisingly is related to Ace!)

the voice of all things (The ocean's all the same to everyone―but no one else can hear it quite like he can.)

Many Kisses (Nakamaship & kisses)

Bearing the heat (Modern Au, ASL, slice of life)

tumbling overboard, faces full of fear (luffy falls overboard during a storm, franky dives in after him)

a place that burns (It is then, that moment, strikingly clear, that Luffy realizes he doesn’t have a home.)

Sleep is a Beast, Polar and Bear (post marineford, luffy has trouble sleeping, zoro does what he can to help)

you gotta go the long way 'round (Robin teaches luffy how to read, timeskip)

Swimming Lessons (Thanks to Law’s bodyswap ability, Usopp teaches luffy how to swim for the first time)

take a step in mine (marineford au)

Cool! Two Zoros! (the crew somehow ends up in the past. in the east blue. zoro is there)

wish by spirit and if by yes (Sabo tracks down the whitebeard pirates)

don't bury me with gold (Wolrd noble!Sabo Au)

whatever you can still betray (Haruta is convinced Ace is a spy)

Captains Don’t Get Sick (luffy & nami nakamaship)

where the rims have ridges (Outsider POV, a girl happens to meet both roger and luffy during her life, the strawhat is what she notices)

Code of Misconduct (The crew sets down some ground rules)

I Can't Be Selfless (Pre-canon, Aokiji meets luffy in fooshia)

worn to the bones (that scene where luffy, zoro, and sanji are traveling to fishman island and get separated from the crew in bubbles)

sing songs of the sea (Luffy drowned once, series)

God's emperor (Gods Au, shanks meets luffy)

i'll fly away (Au where everyone is born with wings)

a sailor by any other name (Zoro pov, luffy is forced to join the marines at a young age)

Chasing the Remnants (Sabo goes with dragon to lougetown)

Almost Giving up Before We've Even Started  (Luffy and dragon meet up, it’s awkward for them both)

Being together we are stronger than ever (ASL bodyswap)

Here There Be Dragons  (Dragons Au)

#one piece #fic recs #mp answers

[parasiticwhumpee]

Starving Artist

CW: Multiple whumpees, conditioned whumpee, sadistic whumper, royal whump, graphic descriptions of violence, vivisection

(Let me know if I missed anything)

Maurin had been sitting on the cold dungeon floor for hours now. He could not tell how many hours exacltly, but he knew that the king never left him down there for long. The gravely stone was slowly digging into the skin of his knees. The initially sharp pains of the rubble had faded into a dull pulsing across his legs. Maurin had already shifted positions multiple times but that did little to aid the ache. The pain was the just a backdrop to the soft sounds of bloody droplets making their way to the ground. The near silent plopping was just enough to keep Maurin occupied. The quiet sound was better than absolute silence after all.

Maurin slowly shifted his gaze up towards the source of the crimson liquid. Suspended in metal shackles was Abel, the man who was about to face the full wrath of the king. Abel’s blood was dripping as a result of the initial defence from the guards, which was to be expected for stealing without a solid escape plan. The fact that a quick beating was enough to bring Abel to unconsciousness was saddening. Maurin doubted he would last more than an hour once the king came.

As if on cue, the sound of footsteps could be heard approaching the dungeon doors. Maurin let out a long sigh and stood to his feet. He quickly brushed off the rubble that latched onto his cloak and stretched his legs. He then slowly picked up his sketchbook and made his way to the fortified door. The artist knew how to properly greet the king, this was not his first time after all. Posture-straight, clothing-dusted off, sketchbook-ready. The door unlocked with a loud metallic clunk and opened eerily slowly. At last, the boot of King Dante stepped onto the dungeon floor.

“Good evening my lord…” Maurin made sure to keep his eyes to the floor as he bowed his head. 

“Maurin! How lovely to see you again!” Dante stepped past the artist, further into the cell. “Please forgive me for leaving you down here so long! I had some last minute business to attend to!” 

Maurin knew the king was lying. Maurin knew he was not a priority. But Maurin also knew that voicing his thoughts would be like begging him to switch places with Abel in the shackles. Flattery was the way to stay in the king's good graces, that was something Maurin had always known.

“Always no trouble my lord. I am just overjoyed that I was allowed to stand in your presence once more.” Mumbled Maurin without lifting his head for even a moment. 

Dante took a quick glance at the man next to him. While the king normally despised such spineless cretins, Maurin was capable of getting his job done. The king sauntered across the room to the bloodied man hanging from the dungeon ceiling. The state of the man was honestly pathetic. Matted blood coated his hair, concealing the original blond colour. Specs of blood littered the body, mixing with the coloured bruises to create a wonderful masterpiece along the skin. 

The king made his way over to the dark, wooden workbench in the corner of the cell. The bench was littered with his favourite tools and devices, all intricately crafted by the most talented craftsmen for the king’s royal hand. Abel was still completely unconscious, which would ruin Dante’s fun. That obviously could not happen, no one would ruin the king’s fun. Dante reached for the bucket of water hidden underneath the bench and practically skipped over to Abel. Within moments the bloody man was splashed, soaked, and gasping for air. 

The king ignored the sounds of blubbering and looked back at the artist. “Maurin? Are you ready yet? I know I am!” 

Maurin sat down on the floor in front of the quaking Abel and placed his sketchbook in his lap. “I am prepared as always, my lord.” 

Dante smirks and strides back to the workbench. His gloved hand grazes over the instruments before landing on a sharp, steel cleaver. A personal favourite of his. He brings it over to the now soaking Abel at an agonisingly slow pace. He makes an even slower motion of pressing the sharp metal deep into the man's stomach. The king leaves it there for a moment to enjoy the ear piercing screech of Abels voice. 

Once the initial enjoyment fades, Dante makes quick work of bringing the cleaver higher and slitting the skin. Thus revealing the beautiful yellowing of fat beneath the layer. He gives it a few pokes and watches the squirming figure dangling in front of him. The next movement of the cleaver creates a clean cut through the fat and, unintentionally, the muscle. This creates the perfect opening in the gut for the king to reach into. It takes a few moments of concentration and handiwork to find exactly what Dante was looking for. With a nice pull, the small intestine came tumbling out of the hole. Seeing the graphic display below him was enough to knock the bloody Abel back into a sweet unconsciousness.

Maurin did not want to spend any more time watching the display than he had to. Instead focusing on the work at hand. He was quick to grab his ink pen and start the sketch of the scene. It was far from Maurin’s first gory task as the royal artist, and it would be far from the last. The artist stopped feeling pity for the subjects of his pieces after the fourth time King Dante had hired him. All that time worrying was better spent drawing. He had not spent all these years earning the king’s favour just to mess up a piece. Maurin knew that Dante appreciated seeing all the little details that only the artist could provide. Every speck of blood and every inch of viscera perfectly captured in a single work of art. The king just wished Maurin could be there for every session.

It took a few hours for Maurin to finish the inky sketch. Coincidentally, Dante had finished his own entertainment just a few minutes later. The normally ostentatious king was now a bloody and dishevelled mess. His once royal gaze now akin to that of a deranged peasant. The two exchanged a brief glance before the artist looked back down at the floor.

“I have finished the sketch, my lord. I shall have the final painting completed and sent to your quarters by the end of the week.” 

The king let out a small sigh before looking back at the man sitting below him.

“I thank you for another great day of work, Maurin.”

The two of them spent a silent moment together before they excused themselves from the cold dungeon. Leaving the hanging corpse to rot until a passing guard would remember of its existence.

#Parasitic Whumpee #whump #whump writing #whumpblr #oneshot #royal whump

[boyfridged]

I miss precrisis Bruce... like what the fuck happened to him at today's era and why he is characterize as an abusive asshole?

this is an interesting question because i don't actually think he is consistently characterized as an abusive asshole, especially not in the last couple of years. it happens, of course, and it brings in a lot of attention specifically because it's controversial– like gotham war, or king's iteration, or lobdell's whump– but there are plenty of writers who are quite persistent in their propagation of bruce as a loving & caring characters – this is for example what zdarsky was so liked for before the current event (the famous "lollipop scene"), what tynion was set on during his run, and what williamson seems to want to achieve in batman and robin (or at least this is my impression from what i've seen, as i haven't read it yet). and it's not like there were not similar attempts to bring in some of pre-crisis-esque personality back.

the reason for which pre-crisis bruce is pre-crisis bruce is not just his personality; it's not that he is strangely modest for the circumstances or sweet to people around him as a rule or even gregarious by default. it's because he is portrayed in a very human, ordinary way. and the reason for which he is human is his civilian life and the civilian cast. we get to see bruce as a friend, as a lover, as a socialite, and as a father because his civilian persona is actually real. pre-crisis bruce does not have a social life just to gather "intel." it's not an undercover "brucie" mission. it is his life. and it's nowhere as grand as what contemporary comics make it to be, btw (@roobylavender has recently written a great post about how bruce's fame became more and more exaggerated).

but post-crisis, things around bruce change in many ways, and gotham is nowhere as cosy when it comes to the portrayal of its communities. bruce is also not really a father anymore (and in my opinion he never truly is one again at all). and in place of the vigilante lifestyle that was much slower, emergencies that were usually much more local, we have a major crisis after a major crisis. this is nowhere compatible with who bruce used to be.

in other words, pre-crisis bruce simply cannot exist in post-crisis; because the world is wider, because he's barely a civilian anymore, because the part of him that is a civilian is also just another mask. and part of it is just bad writing that i do not appreciate. but, i am not gonna lie, i do believe some of it also makes sense.

personally, i would not like to see bruce coming back to his pre-crisis personality all of a sudden, because it's horror material rather than a retcon that could be achieved seamlessly. and i think this is one of the reasons why batman of the last couple of years fails to bring back these qualities even though at times it seems they want to. the editorial wants bruce to be an ordinary man again but they also cannot compromise and by necessity keep all the edge and grandiose of the current era. they also fail to understand that it does not matter if bruce is not a 1% anymore if he still has no real civilian cast around. and finally, after all the tragedies, it would be disturbing to see bruce unchanged. so all i ask is just acknowledgment that he used to be different. i always talk about it but dc retconning their timelines to preserve the same characterisation is one of their biggest mistakes. let the characters be dynamic. let there be development, for better or worse.

sorry, this got away from me! i do miss pre-crisis bruce. i do. but i don't think he's coming back, nevermind bruce being asshole or not (and he also was not always an angel pre-crisis. obv. he could be an asshole too if he felt like it.)

#outbox

[charmwasjess]

hi! for the choose violence asks: 7 and 13

Hi you!!! Thanks for stopping by ❤️

7: the character I hate not because of canon but because of how fandom acts about them ...well, this is the violence game on the getting too personal website, so I'll get a little too violently personal.

Honestly, a big part of why I stopped writing fic and ultimately left the fandom for over a decade was that I started to hate Dooku. I felt so fed up with having to justify and explain writing him as a Good Master, as a steadfast Jedi, when it felt like the much more popular version was to write him as a grimdark asshole who mainly existed to give angst and whump to Padawan Qui-Gon. (At the time, a major blorbo.) And yes, I got that the guy ultimately becomes a villain, I loved me some Sith era badness fics, but there were so few people writing in pre-prequels era/Dooku's Jedi years as it was, and that idea felt really pervasive. I say "felt." It's funny, over the years I've wondered how accurate my perceptions even were: I had great, supportive friends and a small but wonderful handful of readers, and I was writing mainly in a community of people who cared about the character as much as I did. You know, who was this mean cabal of people who I thought were judging me for not writing him evil enough in his Jedi era?? Was that real, or did I just have that perception because I was an insecure teenager uncomfortable with my own writing and projecting on it?

Over the weekend, I got Boli's kind tag in the WIP Graveyard and I looked at my old account to see about maybe pulling a snippet from my one big WIP from that era. Kind of a cute throwback post. You know, "wanna read my writing from when I was a baby Jess?!" But reading it again made me so unhappy! Not because it was bad or because of not loving my younger self enough or whatever, but that tension in how I was writing Dooku, the way that I could tell how much I was frustrated with and agonizing between how I wanted to write him and how I felt I should write him. How "the good writers" were writing him. The inconsistency all over the page. That's sounds SO dramatic but you know, it was a big deal to me at the time, and I could remember hating that feeling.

I will say now I feel totally differently. Jedi-era Dooku being a categorically good guy or bad guy is missing the point. He isn't an idea I'm defending in an essay, he's a character, he has good days and bad days, triumphs and failures, times when he gets it and times when he totally wipes out. Flaws, loves, moments of valor and moments of ugliness, contradictions, humor, rare sweetness, and above all, the strangeness that makes me love the guy.

13. Worst blorbofication Have you SEEN me with Sifo-Dyas?! My friend, I have no room to be hurling stones about blorbos from my glass house, which is itself shaped like the tragic, yet beautiful figure of Sifo-Dyas.

But probably Obi-Wan. :D I genuinely love him, but just saying... Fandom king blorbo? Probably Obi-Wan.

#and let's be fair CANON Legends Jedi Dooku was a real asshole #he's an absolute walking miserable shit in that damn legacy of the Jedi book #thanks for the ask!!! #and thanks for letting me go kind of wide with my answer I've been thinking about this all weekend #sometimes really nice people who remember me from back when are like why do you not bring your old fics over to your new account #and I think this is what makes me sad about those stories? #it's probably not a coincidence that canon providing a few sympathetic Jedi-era Dooku stories was what got me back into the fandom

[shywhumpauthor]

To the Victor the Spoils—Part 6

Lash

Previous || Masterlist

Cw: torture, whipping, restraints

You clench your jaw, drawing a shaking inhale through your nose.

Lines of fire burn across your your back, blood dripping like molten metal from the two clean stripes. The guard flicked his hand with ease, moving his weight behind each lash like only one with a practiced hand could do.

The third lash falls perfectly and you have to fight to stay silent, swallowing back a cry as it claws up your throat.

“This defiance will not do you any good, my prince. For every missed number, it goes back to none.” The king’s voice draws your attention away from the pain for a moment, and you twist your head towards him, watching as he takes the freshly refilled wine glass in his hand.

As he raises the crystal cup to his lips, another strike makes your breath hitch, continuing the neat row down your back. Your eyes sting, bus stare burning nearly as bad as the shame building in your chest as the king watches on.

Once again, sorry for limited options. If anyone has suggestions for future ones, please lmk. After we get past this torture scene though, I have a plan that’ll allow for some more choices

Also like. If anyone would maybe want to help me come up with options in the future, if I’m ever struggling to think of some, please reach out! I doubt this will be the last time I get stuck lol

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[simply-whump]

Whump Lists & Gifs

Here are all the Whump Lists and Gifs I made. Don't hesitate to recommend me whumpy asian dramas ! I also take requests for lists and gifs (ask or DM).

GIFS LIBRARY >>> [ LINK ]

LISTS LIBRARY :

GENRES : Historical 👘 / Republican Era 🎩 / Modern 👔 / Military 🎖 / Investigation🚨 / Youth 🎓 / Sport ⚽️ / Action 💥 / Family 🏠 / Medical 🩺 / Rescue 🧯/ Supernatural ✨

My Favorites are in Bold - [ Total Lists made : 90 ]

Chinese Dramas :

A Date With the Future 🧯

A League of Nobleman 👘/🚨

Ashes of Love 👘 /✨

Bright Eyes in the Dark 🧯

Dear Parents 🏠/🎓

Eternal Brotherhood 👘 /💥

Falling into you ⚽️ /🎓

Fireworks of My Heart 🧯/🩺

Forever Love 👔/💥

Glory of Special Forces 🎖/💥

Hard to Find 👘/💥

Hidden Love 🎓/👔

I Cannot Hug You 👔

In Blossom 👘

Legend of Shen li 👘/✨

Light Chaser Rescue 🧯

Lighter & Princess 👔

Live Surgery Room 🩺

Love Between Fairy and Devil 👘/✨

Love Like the Galaxy 👘/💥

Love Me, Love My Voice 👔

Love You Seven Times 👘/✨

Maiden Holmes 👘/🚨

Maid's Revenge 🎩

My Calorie Boy 🎓

My Journey to You 👘/💥

My Lethal Man 👔

My Roommate is a Detective 🎩/🚨

Mysterious Lotus Casebook 👘/🚨

Mystery of the Abyss [Movie] 💥/✨

New Life Begins 👘

No Boundary Season 1 - S2 👘/✨

Road Home 👔/🧯

Romance of a Twin Flower 👘/💥

Royal Rumours 👘

Stand by Me 🎩

The Blood of Youth 👘/💥

The Eternal Love Season 1 - S2 - S3 👘/✨

The Girl Who Sees Smells 👔

The Love You Give Me 👔

The Rebel Princess 👘

The Silent Criminal 👘/💥

The Starry Love 👘/✨

The Yin-Yang Master [Movie] 💥/✨

Thousand Years for You 🎩 /✨

Unchained Love 👘/💥

Well-Intended Love 👔

Who Rules The World 👘/💥

Wonderland of Love 👘/💥

Wulin Heroes 👘

Korean Dramas :

Bad Thief, Good Thief 🚨/🏠

Cheer Up 🎓

Delivery Man 🚨/✨

Destined with You 👔/✨

Dr. Romantic Season 2 - S3 🩺

Exhuma [Movie] ✨

Gyeongseong Creature 💥/✨

King the Land 👔

Love Tractor 👔

Missing : The Other Side Season 1 - S2 🚨/✨

Moving 💥/✨

My Country: The New Age 👘/💥

My Lovely Boxer ⚽️

My Lovely Liar 👔/✨

Our Blooming Youth 👘

Perfect Marriage Revenge 👔/✨

Secret Reunion [Movie] 🚨/💥

See You in My 19th Life 👔/✨

Sh**ting Stars 👔

Tale of the Nine-Tailed 1938 🎩 /✨

The First Responders 🚨/🧯

The Forbidden Marriage 👘

The Heavenly Idol 👔/✨

The Secret Romantic Guesthouse 👘/💥

The Story of Park's Marriage Contract 👔/✨

The Uncanny Counter 2 💥/✨

Twinkling Watermelon 🎓/✨

Weak Hero Class 1 🎓/💥

Japanese Dramas :

High & Low Series 💥

Kei×Yaku: Abunai Aibou 🚨

Miman Keisatsu: Midnight Runner 🚨/💥

Thai Dramas :

Chains of Heart 💥

Naughty Babe 👔

Pit Babe ✨

The Sign 💥/✨

Btw, I also have a youtube channel where I do some asian dramas montages. It is not whump related but if you want to check it out it's here >> LINK

#whump #whump list #whump master list #asian whump #cdrama #kdrama #jdrama #masterpost

[very-lost-hobbit]

as requested by @seadem-on, my Blonco playlist commentary 😊

Full disclosure: I am but a simple creature, give me woman/women KILLING IT with voice and guitar and I am ON THE FLOOR and that plays a part in my playlist creation no matter what I do also this is LONG

1. Rebel On The Run by Dakota Ray Parker- I was mostly thinking of Tuco with this one, but Blondie's also a bit of a rebel in his own way. He's clearly in the bounty hunting business for that sweet sweet $$$ and not for any upstanding moral reasons

2. I'm Good For Nothing by Jimmy Dawkins- Once again more about Tuco than Blondie, but everything I've ever seen about bounty hunters has just a pinch of self depreciation so I think Blondie probably has some too, he's just buried it DEEP down

3. Strangers by Town Mountain- The beginning of their partnership, the first bits of devotion that neither of them will admit.

4. Going Down by Freddie King- Blondie getting deeper and deeper in his partnership with this criminal he has a crush on and keeping up the facade of being an upstanding citizen who happens to be a bounty hunter.

5. Ain't That Peculiar by Fanny (cover)- strengthening of their partnership and whatever elaborate kink thing they have going on with the whole hangman con

6. Bad Spell by Larkin Poe- I'll be honest this one just fits the vibes of their relationship/situationship to me and I can't exactly explain why

7. Be Forewarned by Macabre- The title says it all, the two of them warning each other in their own ways do not fuck with me. The effectiveness of their warnings is pretty moot but, there it is lol

8. Walk In The Sun by The Angry- ah, the song I came across listening to random alt(ish) oldies that made me want to make this playlist. Tuco's walk and Blondie's walk, while very different in vibes, do both have spite (on Tuco's part) baked into each one. And lots of sun, too.

9. Gold Gun Girls by Metric- yet another one where it's more about the vibes, but the lyrics speak of chasing something empty in gold and guns and girls and I think that's both of these two in their own ways

10. Searchin' For a Rainbow by The Marshall Tucker Band- I mean. They ARE looking for a pile of cash that sounds too good to be true!

11. Hope in Hell by Black Pistol Fire- the spiteful vibes fit both of them really well, but especially Tuco!

12. Somebody to Love by Jefferson Airplane- Okay back on track with movie plot, the two of them in the Mission and the whump happening there <3 Tuco was fucking with him but I do think a part of him did genuinely feel a little guilty. If nothing else than because being around his brother makes him default just a little less selfish.

13. Miss You by The Rolling Stones- Seperated in the Union POW camp and by Angel Eyes :( They miss each other! I swear it's not just because of the song name, something about the guitar style and harmonica that speaks to me as Blondie.

14. Stuck In The Middle With You by Stealers Wheel- The bridge. Need I say more? 👀

15. Funnel Of Love by Wanda Jackson- Ok so after the movie they say fuck it and accept they don't want to separate in my fan fic. And the way she describes it makes it sound out of control like I'm sure they both feel about it

16. I Don't Need Nobody by Human Expression- Come on we all know these two are toxicly devoted to each other <3

17. I Need You So Bad by Magic Sam- Same as 16

18. Runaway by Bonnie Raitt- So I've been considering retconning/explaining in a different way in my own fic that maybe Blondie DOES run away again after the gold and Tuco has to track him down. But also that bit where Tuco's tracking him with his cigars 🖤

19. You're No Good by Linda Ronstadt- They both know the other is no good for them in their own way, but they can't help themselves. For whatever reason they're drawn together time and time again

20. Starting Over by Christ Stapleton- So this is intended for right before my series begins, when they finally accept they want to stay together and kind of like each other, maybe they've kissed and had sex by now maybe not. Either way something fundamentally changes after reuniting with the money.

21. When It Comes To Love by Crystal Shawanda- They've had their ups and downs but in the end they're there for each other. Also I love Chrystal Shawanda's music so much I saw her live like 7 years ago and- (I'm biased but this IS on here because I genuinely think it fits them, the lyrics about being left wanting, desire, etc.)

22. Place In The Country by Fanny (cover)- The name of the song the lyrics about wanting to escape a war the longing for a place in the country? *chef's kiss* fits Blonco in my fic perfectly! Also the raw quality of Fanny in live performances fits Blonco So Well to me.

23. Before The Devil Knows We're Dead by Turnpike Troubadors- The wild devil may care way these two idiots blew up a bridge for money? This song gets that.

24. I Only Want To Be With You by Dusty Springfield 25. Baby What You Want Me To Do by Chuck Berry and 26. Nothing Compares To You by The Helltones- Some nice songs that fit the mood of this playlist to me no deep meaning, sorry.

27. Life Is a Carnival by The Band- Them adopting Large One, surviving the gunfight with Ang and Flora, finding the kids, etc. They've had a wild ride, and they're not done with hijinks yet! (I don't know if they'll ever be done with hijinks)

28. Hide Away by Stevie Ray Vaughan- Another one that just fit right in, this song is on the playlist almost entirely because it's what I was listening to while researching for their house and it stuck in my mind, especially with the thematic title.

29. Hell of a View by Eric Church- The two of them being sentimental about each other <3

30. Before I met You By Sierra Ferrell (cover)- Yet another love song I just think is nice and kinda fits the vibe of the playlist :) also the themes of wanting to ramble and be free? Both of them to a T!

31. Years by Sierra Ferrell (cover & I added it JUST as I'm typing this)- This one fits Blonco the way I wrote them SO WELL 😭 I can see old Blonco drinking their morning coffee enjoying grandbabies (maybe even great grandbabies?) and feeling some of the lyrics, especially the one about raising a family🖤. Once again Sierra Ferrell's version a) because of the raw quality and b) oh my god her voice 😳 The John Anderson version is also Very Good though, especially live.

32. Sober II by Lorde- Perhaps the most out of place song on this list, and the oddest to explain because... okay backstory lore; it's May(ish) 2023, I've just had my brain rewired forever by TGBU in SEVERAL different ways, it's on my mind and I'm half asleep in the back of my parents' car on the way home from a long trip, it's warm and sunny and my music is on shuffle and I'm overtired. So I'm thinking about how crazy the entire thing with Blondie and Tuco is and this song came on and whoa, it's them, "How we kissed and killed each other"? "All the gunfights and the limelights and the holy sick divine nights"? IT THEM!! It's forever associated with them for me now. I wanted to return closer to the original dynamic to finish out my playlist and I think the "we loved each other but holy shit we had our problems" in this song is so good for that!

#kat gets personal #me #kat writing #blonco

[qprstobin]

Oh Eddie 100% was meant to be the king of the underworld, another mirror for Steve. I think that they feel a lot of frustration over how Steve turned out, otherwise I don’t get why they keep making weird doubles for him (we have three! why do we need so much!). I think maybe Eddie is a starter character that they would have developed into a Steve later? Like a character who becomes the confidant for the kids (a very boring choice btw)

The only reason people make Eddie into a victim is to give him the higher ground so that Steve can feel insecure and ashamed, which is a kink for the majority of Steve shippers (like even with Billy which is weird that Steve is sometimes apologizing there too. like guys???? what??????). Canon Eddie is a feral stinky teenage boy. “Mr Cringefail Mr Attentionwhore” to Steve’s “Mr Funny Mr Cool”. Like in order to be the king of the losers and freaks you kinda sorta NEED TO ALSO BE ONE. Steddie are so funny together, like a satirical piece on Romeo and Juliet, whyyyy did people decide to focus on the bullying and victimhood. It doesn’t suit the characters at all

I miss canon Eddie so much, Quinn put so much work into the feral stinky aspect AND YET

I think they also keep trying to, like, recreate the hype they got with Steve accidentally. (Which to an extent they did in Eddie I guess but in a weird way.) But it's hard to do that kind of thing on purpose, you know?

I agree also that Eddie definitely was meant in his own way to be like "king of freaks" or something similar. I think the king titles get tiresome after a while but social hierarchy wise? Most definitely. Which honestly is so much fun! I don't know why people don't lean into it more in a fun way instead of making it angsty. The rivalry they may or may not have could be so incredibly funny but they also make it "oh no :((((( look how mean everyone was". Honestly everyone in this show is casually kinda mean, with a few exceptions (Billy, Troy & James, later Jason) thats all it seems to be, at least if the characters we're introduced to.

Honestly, I'm not sure a lot of these people are actually Steve fans 😭 they don't seem to like Steve very much??? Like Steve fans do enjoy some good whump - either emotional or physical (some of the fics my mutes have read.... Insanity) - and I can attest to that! But like there has to be some pay off for that which a lot of these fics don't seem to have. I'm not sure if people just aren't thinking things through or what.

Also I totally agree I ADORE canon Eddie. He's awkward and a little cringe, and probably is a huge flirt but is very, very bad at it. (Joe Q.'s comment that 'Eddie is never as successful with girls as he thinks he is' lives rent free in my head.) He's dramatic and probably a little gross (at the very least his van must always smell like weed). He is soooo ADHD coded to me, and honestly is just a hilarious outsider pov type character (a dude who thinks he is a freak and a weirdo and then finds out the priss the jock and the loner are all in an actual monster fighting club with his mentees, what's better than this).

I think also when people go too hard into the "he was bullied :(((" thing as opposed to how he actually comes across in canon, is that you lose that narrative foil that makes him so interesting in the first place. Firstly, the obvious Steve parallels, but also I think people miss out on the fact that all of the Spicy Six (minus Argyle 💔) are portrayed when they're first introduced as very much caught up in their own worlds and opinions. Steve is the one who everyone points out because he's definitely has the like biggest and most obvious re-evaluation. But Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin I would argue do too?

Nancy is much more concerned with her new boyfriend who isn't her boyfriend than anything else, very focused on rebelling. She's seen as someone who is uptight and a priss acting out. Barb's disappearance and death completely shakes her foundation, causes her to completely reprioritize her life and what's important.

Jonathan's isn't done in like a great way, because the resolution with the pictures was lazy as hell. But arguably he is going through the same foundation changing first with Will disappearing and then with the pictures. He even says that he saw Nancy as shallow and forgot she was a real person. Them working together is - as poorly done as it is - a similar journey.

Robin's is less on screen, but she goes through a similar thing with the others, overcoming dumb high school biases and befriending Steve. Though hers like I said starts off screen because you get the vibe she started liking Steve before the Russians thing happened.

Eddie is literally going through the same thing. He says himself that he thought Steve was an asshole and that both Steve and Nancy were forcing him to reevaluate his prior biases. A big part of the older crowds upside down journey has always been growing as a person and learning that there's more than meets the eye with others, and moving past stupid high school cliques and biases. The fact so much of fandom ignores that Eddie is also super biased and is also reevaluating his thoughts completely detracts from his character and growth. Like I know the duffers love doing the petty high school "jocks suck and nerds rule" thing, but that doesn't mean fandom has to lol. I feel like giving Eddie all these reasons to not just hate jocks but hate Steve specifically just kinda undermines part of the journey.

Anyway I got WAYYYY off track. Wkenedk this has just been in my head for a while

#eddie munson #steddie #st meta #anon #anonymous #asks

[homerforsure]

I absolutely LIVE for your Hockey AU so Kidnapped Hockey Buck fic please! 🙏

Thank you! Hockey Buck is, uh, going through it a bit in this fic. It's probably going to end up being the most physical whump that I've done to date.

The shot seems to take forever to land. Pucks ring off the posts beside him and ricochet off into the room. With each miss, the man only grows more furious, his grunts of effort echoing through the space as he launches shot after shot in Buck’s direction. When it finally collides with his left hip, Buck shouts, yanking hard against the bindings holding him up to try and curl in on himself, to try and protect the rest of his vulnerable body from attack. But the only movement he can manage is a pained flinch and a dropping of his chin to his chest as he fights to catch his breath. 

“Bet you wish you were done,” the man says, breathing heavily. Buck thinks he’s somewhere on the other side of the room, but he can’t be sure of anything in the dark. And when the blade of a stick slides under his chin and forces his head up, his entire body trembles. 

He makes a plea that would be wordless even if his mouth wasn’t taped, full of terror and rage. A futile noise of protest that goes unheeded. 

“You weren’t though, were you? Couldn’t leave well enough the fuck alone. Had to come in as the big hero. You wouldn’t even pass when your teammate had a wide open shot.” 

He hits play again and Glenn and Hayley are back, giddiness in their voices as they count down the remaining minutes of the third period. 

Martin: The Stars starting to get desperate now. At one point leading this game 6-1, now tied. Fighting for every inch of ice they can get as the Kings refuse to take their foot off the gas. They do get a shot on Hen Wilson, one of just four they’ve had here in the third. 

Marcinko: There goes Buckley!

Martin: Eddie Diaz with a tremendous breakout pass and Buckley’s away! He’s got Panikkar with him on the wing. Gosh, that kid can fly. It’s a two on one. Panikkar’s got space on the far side. 

Marcinko: Buckley can’t find an angle for a shot. Smith doing everything he can to stay in his way, but the passing lane is wide open. 

Martin: Buckley looks to Panikkar. Oh he fakes the pass and Smith falls for it! Buckley shoots! He scores! 7-6 Kings! 

The sound cuts off as abruptly as it started and all Buck can hear is his own panicked breath. He roars, wrapping his fingers around the stick that he’s bound to, thrashing wildly like he might be able to snap it in two. But the angles are all wrong. He has no leverage. All he does is bounce the stick off the back of his neck while his shoulders scream at the movement. 

“What was that one? High glove side?” Another puck clatters on the cement floor. “Such a selfish fucking asshole. Couldn’t be happy with overtime. Couldn’t let the kid take one fucking shot.”

It was the play. Ravi knew that. They were always supposed to make the opening look too tempting to pass up and trick the defender into going for it. Take the shot while the goalie was screened. 

Not that it matters. Buck would give anything now to go back and make the pass. Go back and change it all. 

This time the puck explodes off the stick with ferocious accuracy. Buck hears it at the same time he feels the vulcanized rubber slam into his collarbone, cracking it in two with all the sharpness of a blade. And he screams. 

Spending my birthday/vacation week writing snippets for my WIPs. List here if you want one

#hockey au #am writing #hockey!buck #birthday snips

[the-whumpening]

Fuck It Friday #2

Last night was my group’s DnD session, and boooyyyy have I got some juicy whump tidbits to share!

CW: gore (esp eyeballs), knives, torture, lycanthropy, could be read as cannibalism?

So in the canon of our game, the group used a teleportation scroll to get themselves and Ash out of the demi-plane he’d been held in. This landed us in Chult, which is a massive island continent much like Australia, where we reunited with some familiar NPCs on a scouting mission.

Various dangling plot threads are getting tied up, including Ash reconnecting with his father again and realizing that he’s . . . Just a guy. A guy who was wracked with guilt and shame and thrust into a situation he had no control of. Gregor is clearly trying to start a new life and make up for his past, and Ash is slowly opening up and letting him in a little.

To make a very long story short, Gregor tried to save Kane from being taken by the weretigers who’ve taken over the jungle; he failed, and got bitten in the process, which is apparently fatal to people already infected with lycanthropy. To make them even once more, Ash let Krumgus revive Gregor.

Cut to this session: the party has just fought a small group of weretigers that ambushed us. Some ran away, some were dead, and one was left to be interrogated. Evius held the weretiger down with an immovable rod to the neck while Ash prepares to torture him for information. It felt right to be the one inflicting pain for once. He lets his rage continue to simmer though the battle is well over.

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Evius: Who do you work for? Why are you here? [The tiger only growls in response, though Evius attempts to read his thoughts. He sees a weretiger—much larger than the others—on a throne of skulls. He nods to Ash, who slips the silver knife between the tiger’s ribs.] Evius: Who is he? Tiger: The Banded King. Evius: Where can we find him? [Evius presses deeper into his thoughts, seeing images of a ruined city deep in the jungle.] Evius: How do we get there? [Once again, the tiger doesn’t respond. Evius nods to Ash once again. Ash twists the knife, eliciting a squeal of pain from the tiger-man.] Ash: Answer him! Where is our friend? Kane—the half elf with the gray hair? [The tiger chuffs in laughter in between gasps of pain.] [Ash removes the knife, instead using its tip to trace the outline of the weretiger’s stripes.] Ash: You know, I could carve these off of you. It would be . . . so easy. [Ash is past rationality now; his best friend is missing and this mass of flesh is the only thing in the way.] Where is Kane? Tiger, taunting: He is alive! The Banded King has taken a special interest in him. [He looks to Gregor with a conspiratorial grin.] They wait for you. Gregor: Ash, cut out his eye. Ash: With pleasure. [Ash carefully swirls the silver knife into the tiger’s eye socket, plucking his eye from his skull. The creature snarls and howls, but maintains his bravado.] Why did you come here? Why did you tell the other one not to fight me? Tiger: [He seethes and mocks Ash.] The Banded King has no use for you in his army, half-breed! [Evius goes to grab his mane and yank his head back, but the tiger is too quick. His teeth just graze Evius’ wrist before he pulls away; the venom is already burning in his veins.] [Without hesitation, Ash pounds his fist into the tiger’s bleeding socket. Gregor allows his animal companions to finish the job. Ash snarls, struggling to keep any semblance of composure.] Ash, panicking: Evvy, I have to do something rash—it might save you, but it’s going to hurt. I need your permission! [Ash wonders if he’s also venomous like the other weretigers; if he is, Evius is dead either way, right? Might as well try.] [Panicking and in pain, Evius agrees.] [Ash sinks his teeth into Evius’ arm, ripping off the infected flesh and spitting it on the ground. Evius wails, shaking and sweating, as Ash transforms out of his rage. He holds Evius to the ground to keep him from thrashing, one hand on his chest and the other stroking his hair. Blood drips from his mouth and down his chin.] Ash: I’m so sorry, Evvy. I’m sorry, I’m sorry—I had to! [He repeats it over and over again.] [Gregor douses bandages in alcohol (we notice it’s the same brand of mushroom absinthe we created early in the campaign) and quickly wraps Evius’ wounds. The three wait with bated breath to see if Ash’s plan worked.] [A dark black band circles Evius’ hand, meeting the bandages on either side. It’s puffed and raised, like a bruise or a scar. One perfect stripe.] [But the burn of the venom fades, leaving only the sting of the alcohol and the ache of the bite. No more stripes appear, and Evius slips into much-needed unconsciousness.] [Mouse rejoins them after hearing the screams and, after making sure Evius is okay, asks for their help with another infected victim. It’s too late for this one.] [Ash looks pitifully up at Gregor with big, watery eyes.] Ash: . . . Gregor? Can you please . . .? Gregor: [He pats Ash’s shoulder.] Sure, bud. Keep him safe. [It’s strange. Just days ago, he would’ve killed Gregor on sight. But now there’s . . . an odd affection growing. He shakes off the thought and focuses on Evius, lifting him gently and taking him to rest in the shade.]

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One of our players is currently playing a child character, who saw the interaction from up in a tree. He asked Mouse to check up on the group as he was pretty sure Ash had tried to eat Evius. Mouse was pretty sure that wasn't the case, but damn if she didn't have to rule it out lol.

(Bear with me on this formatting, I'm not sure the best way to share this and I thought it would read well in a chat style format.)

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[shshshquietnow]

Contents: fantasy whump, magic whumper, magic whumpee, manipulation, gaslighting, conditioned whumpee, guilt tripping, intimate whumper, creepy whumper, non con touching, touch starved

...

Hiro sat, her back to the crystalline prison of her mentor, hunched over her text book. It had been another bad day at the academy... her magic still way too strong for her skill, even with Dione to help her.

Dione... Hiro had found her prison years ago, after running crying from some bullies. She was trapped in a giant clear cut crystal, her form frozen, reaching towards the exit of the room. That same form was projected out in front of her, translucent body of light, dressed in silk and lace, fluffy hair with a royal wreath. She had been a court wizard.

But she had been falsely accused of conspiring against the king, Dione explained when they first met. They sealed her away into the crystal and was left to never be found again

That was until Hiro- the young uncontrollable sorcerer ran into her on accident. Dione welcomed her, comforted the crying girl, told her story... and promised to help the sorcerer contain her magic. All she asked in return was to be set free, once Hiro could concentrate her magic well enough to do so.

Of course Hiro accepted the offer. No one but Dione would ever care to take someone so helpless under their wing, or try and train someone so incompetent. Hiro knew this- even before Dione confirmed her suspicions- so it was very kind of the wizard to put up with the trouble Hiro caused her.

But Dione was acting... strange today. Hiro tilted her head up at the projection of her mentor. "Dione? Are you all right?"

"Remember?" Dione raised an eye brow. Hiro's eyes went wide, before she looked back down at her text book. Dione didn't really like it much when Hiro talked, unless she's asked a question first.

The wizard sighed. "If you must know, I'm just... seeing you here, young and free, coming and go as you please it... it really makes me miss the outside. I can't wait to be free once more. I think you might be ready."

Hiro blinked back. "Wh- what?"

Dione narrowed her eyes, before they melted into something... sadder. She floated over to the sorcerer. "You aren't backing out of our deal are you? You said you'd free me, I was so excited to see the sun again... I've been betrayed once, I should have known not to place my trust in-"

"No!" Hiro interjected. Dione saying she didn't trust her made her feel all twisted inside. The wizard who had only ever been nice to her... "No, I want to release you, of course I do! I just don't know if I'm strong enough yet... I could hurt you, or myself. I wouldn't go back on our deal, I'm so so thankful for-"

"If you were thankful, you'd have freed me by now."

Hiro shut up, looking into Dione's eyes. Thet were cold, upset... Hiro must have done something wrong. "Sorry... im really sorry I want to free you more than anything, Dione. Just I don't want to hurt-"

"Remember." Dione cut her off, hissing. Right right... Hiro had that problem, where she'd mistake her mentor's talking for an invitation to talk herself. Dione sighed. "You ungrateful brat, I've been working- the only thing I've ever done these past seven years has been teaching you and serving you and you can't do this one thing for me?"

Hiro felt sick. She never meant... Dione was right. Dione was willing to get hurt it seems, at this point it was just Hiro being scared- being SELFISH in not wanting to get hurt herself. She slowly stood up- making the projection smile, which made her feel better- and placed her palms against the crystal.

Letting the magic course through her... Hiro's relationship with magic was strange. She had been abandoned by her parents once it got too much to handle, and in school she was a mess with it, not skilled enough ymto controll it but way powerful enough for it to be dangerous... the other students laughed, running and screaming and saying she was cursed whenever she had an outburst. Teachers resented how she never learned... they didn't have the patience for her like Dione did.

All of that... and Hiro's magic was... uncomfortable, at best. At worse- like it was fighting against a centuries long imprisonment spell- it was highly painful, stabbing pains on her palms, the sharp feeling running up her arms... it was excruciating, after a while she realized she couldn't think, or move from her spot. She could barely see- she didn't even know how done she was freeing Dione, she didn't know how long it would take in the first place...

"Don't stop, Hiro."

Just push, push on for Dione. Dione who's held her hand from the start, taught her how to behave... and while Hiro never saw and progress, Dione always said she could tell her teaching were working...

The light- that wasn't just the blurring pain then... got brighter and brighter. In the same second, Hiro realized her hands weren't pressed against the crystal anymore, and she was slammed into the back wall. Instantly the world was dark, she couldn't muster any strength to keep her eyes open. She slipped into unconsciousness, phantom pains from the magic and her head... something warm trickled down her neck... she heard stones shifting before passing out.

-

Hiro woke up... not in Dione's cave. Not even close to it. She was in some sort of bedroom, though she hadn't been sleeping on the bed. She was on the ground, near the corner. Her neck and back hurt like crazy...

She tried to get up, but cold metal stopped her. Her wrists- she was chained by her wrists to the ground. She could stand up, though she'd be a but hunched over. That or she could kneel...

Hiro stilled as the bedroom door opened, in walking... she looked so different, not in those silks. Dione wasn't dressed in court wizard fashion, she was dressed like royalty, her hair done up in an intricate pattern, glittering with red gems on a gold and purple dress.

The sorcerer blinked, forgetting she was chained for a moment, even, to flinch away. She wasn't sure why... it was Dione, she should be EXHILERATED yo seeding, free and in the flesh.

Dione raised an eye brow. "You've been asleep for thirteen days. I thought you wouldn't wake up."

Hiro mumbled some apology... she wanted to get out of here. She still wasn't sure what was wrong- Dione was free, and sure she was chained up, but Dione must have her reasons...

The wizard reached out a hand- she was aware she... didn't want Dione touching her. For whatever reason, she did her best to twist away from her hands as they brushed her waist, traveling up her sides until her hands cupped her face... she didn't want to be touched, but when they got to her face her body relaxed, melting into Dione's hands.

Her mentor hummed, standing up. Hiro bit back a whine. "You missed quite a bit, I must say."

"What-" Hiro barely didn't flinch once she realize she spoke, but Dione motioned she could go on. "What happened? If I may ask, why am I chained up..."

"You're chained up because you didn't free me."

Hiro blinked back. "... but I did free you-"

"I had to beg and BEG!" Dione growled, the sorcerer knew to shut it. Her mentor dug her fingers into Hiro's hair, pulling her up painfully. "You don't make a friend beg for you to simply help them. You're lucky I put up with you, I see why you never talked about having any friends."

The sorcerer sunk into the chains. Dione was right... her memory was fuzzy, but she knew she protested- she must have...- SOMEWHERE in there. The wizard tsked.

"Don't look so down," Dione said a little softer, stroking Hiro's arm. She can't remember the last time since someone was so gentle with her... something screamed at her to get away, she wished Dione had asked first maybe, but it felt so nice... besides, Dione was her friend, she didn't need to ask to give Hiro affection, that must be how it worked. "This is for your own good too. You're so weak right now... you need your rest."

Hiro did not feel rested. She had a headache already, trying to comprehend what was going on... she was sore too, how long has she been chained up like this exactly? "Thank... yes, thank you, Dione. But thirteen... was I chained up that whole time? And where ARE we..."

Dione huffed, Hiro could sense she was getting annoyed... "I couldn't have my vassal running when she woke up, could I?"

"Of course not..." Hiro agreed without thinking.

Why would Hiro come to the conclusion to run?!

... and wait. What did she mean by vassal?

The wizard smiled, humming. "Hm. I knew trying to explain would just confuse you more, so I'll just lay out what I need to. I got rid of those teachers and council members you hated, that hated you. And I'll be getting rid of that monarchy that trapped me for hundreds of years."

Dione paused. What? Hiro let that all sink in... Dione wasn't VIOLENT, was she? She couldn't imagine the council backing down without such a threat...

Hiro's stomach twisted. That's where they were, in a council member's chambers, no wonder it was so lavish. Dione was never... FALSELY accused of anything... was she.

Dione stood up fully. "Now. Sit."

The sorcerer blinked in confusion, before relaxing her lower body and letting her arms hang uncomfortably above her head. Dione was right, she would want to- she DOES want to run right now.

"Oh Hiro..." Dione's voice went sickly sweet. Hiro was being stupid... Dione did care. She cared a lot, clearly, for her. She was... lonely, and that wasn't her fault. Hiro couldn't get mad at Dione for being... possessive of her only friend.

... Hiro would never chain up Dione though. And she was lonely too. And Dione was her only friend as well. Her head hurt...

"You're really so helpless, aren't you?" Dione cooed. "Even though I'm free and the deal is over... I can't bear to leave you alone. Defenseless, useless... I want to be with you still, a little longer. I'll put you to good use, don't worry about a thing."

"Good use?" Hiro did the best to keep the shake out of her voice. "What do you mean? And then what did you mean by-"

"Remember." Dione completely switched tone, the sugar going bitter in less than a second, with no warning. Hiro flinched, shrinking and pressing herself into the corner. Her arms got pinched as she instinctively tried to bring them down to shield herself. Dione sighed. "Sense you're too clueless to put it together yourself, I'll explain. Your magic... it's quite strong. But even after all the hard work I put in to teach you, you still can't channel it?"

Hiro froze a moment, quickly shaking her head. Her skin crawled, anticipating what she was about to hear.

"Well..." Dione took a deep breath, giving a long sigh. "I guess you were never meant to conduct that sort of magic. Sense I can't take it away physically- it'd be a shame to waste all that energy anyway- it'd be best for you to be under my constant watch. I'll tell you when and how to use your magic, so you'll never be a danger to yourself or others ever again. Plus..."

Dione knelt down, taking Hiro's chin in her hand to expose her neck. She trailed her finger down the skin, the sorcerer doing her best not to tremble.

"Don't you want to figure out what's wrong with you?" Dione smiled.

That was a question, one she was supposed to answer. Dione was waiting...

"Of course," Hiro responded. She was terrified, her whole body tense trying not to show it. "Of course, anything you find necessary, Dione..."

Dione wrapped her arms under Hiro's, trapping her in a hug and pushing her against the wall. It was uncomfirtable- even barring the trapped-ness of it all it strained her arms even more- and it wasn't by invitation... but she couldn't tell Dione to do otherwise... Hiro couldn't tell if that was for concern of Dione's feelings or fear of what the wizard might do if she said no.

"Good, good..." Dione ran her fingers through Hiro's hair again. "What would you ever do without me..."

... despite all of this- all the things not adding up or making her feel sick... Hiro still didn't know.

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