#i was like how can i make wanderer sad and then i went nightmare nightmare nightmare NIGHTMARE

[alchemania]

Be At Rest (Both Soul and Body)

Furina barely, if ever, caught Wanderer sleeping. He was always on the move, often whizzing by in a blue and white blur - or simply blending in with the crowds in Sumeru, allowing himself to sink into the sea of people around him.

So when she found him resting in the forest with a rather rotund bird on his head, the sight had her speechless for a good few moments. Not wanting to disturb his peace, Furina tiptoed closer and sat next to him as quietly as possible, folding her hands over her lap as she observed the sky- the clouds drifted lazily overhead, and she found herself relaxing, the air calm and warm. Looking back over to her companion, Furina wondered if he was truly sleeping, or just resting. Curious, she lifted a finger and gently poked his cheek, and an indigo eye opened instantly.

"What," he said, voice heavy with weariness.

"Were you sleeping?"

And just like that, the slight irritation she'd come to know shone through in his gaze. "I was TRYING to. Before somebody decided to bother me."

"..ah, sorry. I can lea-"

"I didn't ask you to go," he went on, closing his eye again and shifting so he was on his back. "As long as you stay quiet, it's fine." He folded his hands over his belly then, sighing, and Furina couldn't help but giggle - he looked like a little tired old man, and he acted about as crabby as one sometimes too, honestly. "The hell is so funny?"

"You look like a little old man," the white haired girl grinned, more giggles bubbling out of her, and the offense on Wanderer's face was palpable.

"I do not."

"You act like one, too. Crabby little guy who pretends he doesn't like anyone -"

"I don't pretend not to like people," he countered.

"..okay, but you do care a lot more than you let on."

".. I didn't know this was a character evaluation," Wanderer deadpanned, but the way his voice softened let Furina know she wasn't far off track.

"S'not a bad thing to care, you know."

A pause.

".. I know. A heart is a very heavy burden to carry though, sometimes. Almost too heavy."

"I think that's what makes us human though," the girl replied gently, also shifting so she was laying a few feet away from the young man. "The weight of - feeling, of loving, and holding things dear to us, and hurting when they're gone- that's a part of living."

"..hm."

"And yeah, hearts are a very heavy burden. But you don't have to carry it alone, either. Remember that." Furina looked up to the sky again, folding her hands over her breast, and Wanderer looked to her briefly with an unreadable (but visibly softer) expression before closing his eyes once more. A comfortable silence fell, and the warmth of the sun had Furina taken by slumber before she knew it.

When she woke up, the stars had already started to twinkle in the sky, and the girl sat up, slightly discombobulated. Sniffling, she rubbed at her eyes to wipe away her weariness, and then froze in her tracks when something akin to a sob broke the silence. For a moment, she thought she had imagined it, but then it came again, louder, and she turned to her companion, crawling over on her hands and knees. "Wanderer...?"

He didn't answer, but the tears rolling down his cheeks told her everything she needed to know. "Oh..." Furina's heart clenched, and she gently placed a hand to his back. "Hey ..hey, it's okay, it's just a dream, you're alright." Carefully, she reached out her free hand and patted him gently on the cheek, hoping to rouse him- if he was crying, his nightmare must be something awful. "Come on. Wake up."

Wanderer stirred, but did not wake, and to her shock, he began to mumble in his slumber:

"Please don't leave...don't leave me behind...."

"I'm not going anywhere," Furina assured.

"Mother," Wanderer begged, tears falling faster. "I'll do anything, just don't leave me here alone -"

Oh.

"Wake up," Furina pleaded, shaking him harder, and he did, taking a sharp gasp and settling into raggedly breathing. Wanderer looked around frantically, not quite awake yet, and she took his hand, to ground him. "You're okay. It was just a dream, it's alright -" the young man stiffened once he seemed to realize she was there, freezing up like a startled cat who had just been cornered.

"What - what are you doing here?" he breathed, chest heaving, and she frowned.

"We were just hanging out and I fell asleep and I guess you did too, and when I woke up, you were crying...are you going to be okay?"

"I have no choice," he mumbled, placing an arm over his face, and Furina shook her head, slowly.

"That's not true. It's okay to not be okay."

"Not for me."

"Why not?"

"Because -" he trailed off then, pulling his hand away from the girl, and she let him. ".. because I just - I just have to be. Okay?"

"It doesn't make you weak, you know. Do you think I would be weak if I wasn't okay?"

"..that's different -"

"Why?"

"Because you're human-"

"So what? You think beings that aren't human just have to be these immovable pillars of stability? You feel, just like I do. You have hopes and dreams, and fears, just like I do. You've experienced so many different aspects of life. Maybe- maybe people treated you like you weren't human, but that doesn't mean you aren't, you know. I mean, weren't you saying earlier a heart's a heavy burden? That's part of being human. Sometimes we feel weak and like we're all alone, but - even when we do feel that way, people care."

".. I don't know why they do."

"Do they need a reason to?" Furina challenged gently, tilting her head. "Love never needs a reason. It's just there, regardless of who you are, where you've been, where you're going, what you have done and what you will do. That's what makes it so beautiful. It's always there."

"..then why-"

"??"

"...no, forget about it. I don't want to talk about it."

"Alright. I won't push you."

"Even if you did, I wouldn't talk."

"I know, I just -"

"I understand what you're trying to say," he mumbled, sniffling. "...thanks."

"Is there anything I can do? Do you want me to leave?"

"I- I don't know. I don't know," Wanderer replied, almost inaudibly, and she nodded. And then, all of a sudden, he got up and made his way over to the lake nearby, sitting in the water so he was waist deep. He looked awfully small without his hat, Furina realized. Maybe that was why he wore it all the time.

"Come here," he beckoned, and she stared, in confusion.

"Huh?"

"Come here," he repeated, stronger this time. "You wanted to know how you can help me, right? Come sit. Just- I don't know. I don't want to be alone right now, weird as that is."

"Okay," she nodded, making herself comfortable in the water next to him. Minutes passed with Wanderer sitting rigidly, and then suddenly he hissed, clenching at his chest so hard his hands made wrinkles in the fabric.

"Wh- what's the matter?" Furina cried, eyes wide with alarm, and Wanderer shook his head, eyes glossy.

"Hurts. But it shouldn't, I -"

"Look, I don't know what you saw in your dream, but it's clear it's hurting you more than you want to admit. . will ..will the pain pass?"

"It usually does."

"...is it okay if I hold your hand until then?"

For a long moment, he did not speak, and Furina half expected him to say no. But then he shakily removed one of his hands from his chest and linked it with Furina's gloved one, and she paused. "..wait a moment." The ivory haired girl removed her glove then, holding Wanderer's hand with her bare one. His was cool and very smooth, like porcelain, and hers was warm and soft. The contrast was nice, she mused, noting sadly how her friend's hands trembled.

".. please don't tell anyone about this."

"I won't," Furina smiled. "I got 500 years worth of experience in keeping secrets, so no need to worry~" Wanderer sent her the most withering gaze at that, and she startled. "..what?"

"That's not funny," he mumbled, expression sullen. "Your pain, and everything you went through - you shouldn't make fun of it like that."

"Oh," she replied, heart dropping to her feet in shock. "I was just trying to -"

"I know what you were trying to do. Please don't do it at your expense. It isn't helping anyone feel better."

"..okay."

"Good."

A pause.

".. did I say anything weird? When I was sleeping?"

"..you were calling for your mother."

Wanderer stiffened, pain streaking across his face. ".. I see. Ridiculous of me." Furina did not push, but he looked to her, reading the question in her eyes. "..she hasn't been a part of my life for years now, so there's no reason to feel like this."

"..isn't that all the more reason to miss her? If she hasn't been there?"

"Not if she wasn't a good mother," he muttered, eyes dark. "I don't need her anymore."

"People can hurt you and you can still miss them, Wanderer. Those things don't have to be mutually exclusive. I don't - know what all happened so I'm not saying you need to forgive her or let her back in your life, but it's okay to miss her. It's ..okay to mourn what could have been," Furina ventured, looking to the water. "We were meant to be loved and cared for and when we're not, it- it hurts a lot, and it's not weak to be hurt. It's not weak to feel that hole in your heart."

"..it feels that way."

"..yeah. I understand. But I promise you're not weak."

The moon hung high in the sky before he spoke again. "..if nothing else, my life is my own now."

"That it is. You can do whatever you want with it."

"How do you just - seem to know what to say all the time?"

"I don't always, but... I often just speak from my heart. It's hardly led me astray."

"Hm. ...you should get some sleep."

"Will you be okay?"

".. I don't know," he admitted. "I'm.. getting there, though."

"That's good, that's good."

"I don't think I'll be going back to sleep, so just. Don't bother waiting up for me. I may go for a walk to clear my head."

".. alright. Please be safe."

"There isn't much that can hurt me, but I appreciate the concern."

"I know, but-"

"But you still worry."

"Because I care."

"..mhm."

"That's what friends do."

Wanderer turned his head, almost owlishly. "..what?"

"Am I wrong?"

"Well, no, but- you said -"

"That you're my friend, yes," Furina asserted, and he stared, bewildered. "You're nice to me, and you don't mind- well, who I am, yanno? You gotta keep those people close to you."

".. I guess so. I don't think I'm a very good choice, but- if that's what you want."

"It is."

".... okay."

She wasn't sure, but Furina could have sworn Wanderer was smiling a little when she fell asleep.

..of course, he vehemently denied it the next morning.

#furina #wanderer #oh lord the blorbos are going through it #i was like how can i make wanderer sad and then i went nightmare nightmare nightmare NIGHTMARE #i intended for this to be soft and then i was like oh oops! hurt/comfort! #he's a bit less uh. . talkative here than other drabbles im thinking this is earlier on in their friendship #so it will take him a while to fully open up #but he does at least touch on ei and her not being there and gets some comfort so wooo #i may make a continuation of this because i was struggling a little to wrap it up... might mean part 2! wahoo!!! #wanderer uh. he needs a lot of support #i wanna talk more about just. them idk. how they care about each other in my head.

[gogotti]

Michael Myers/GN! Reader - NSFW

Here we go again with another Michael fic, this time it’s Kinktober and not just me horny posting on main LMFAO

This fic's prompt was Humping

WARNINGS: Michael humps you so nsfw, Michael pins the reader down but reader is into it. This is the tamest thing I’ve written in months so there’s not much else I can add warning wise.

It wasn't often that the massive man who occupied your home needed something from you other than basic necessities, but it was a nightmare trying to figure out when he did. Michael didn't talk and didn't bother trying other ways of communication, so he was basically a brick wall that moved around and routinely demanded food from you. Most days, when he'd decided that he wanted to be difficult, you'd struggle endlessly trying to figure out what he wanted, but this time you tried something different. Your plan was to give him a list of all of the things you could offer him at the moment, and then get him what he needed, simple enough. You went through the entire list, even adding things onto the list that you didn't even want to do, just to not get any response from him. After the second attempt, you didn't even bother anymore, instead staring at him in silence. He still didn't acknowledge you at all, not even by tossing an unopened piece of candy in your face like he normally would have. To say you were confused was an understatement, and you couldn't help but let fear crawl up your spine.

You didn't think he was sad or anything since he wouldn't be sitting on your couch clean if that were the case, and if he were hungry he would have already picked you up from your spot at the other end of the couch and placed you in front of the fridge. You slowly scooched over to him, keeping a safe distance just in case he was in one of his choking moods.

“Michael? You okay?”

Obviously, he didn't respond, and a part of you wanted to go back to your comfy spot and relax again, but you knew whatever his problem was would become a you problem if left alone. You reached out to touch his shoulder and Michael quickly took the opportunity to grab at your wrist and use his strength to twist you around and lay you flat on your stomach. You could only sigh uncomfortably, letting him adjust you to his liking before resting his body weight on you. You couldn’t stop him, you could only let your eyes widen slightly as you felt the source of his problems rest on your ass.

“oh.”

He huffed at you, grabbing your waist and seemingly feeling things out for a while. He didn't make much noise as he did this and only seemed to get impatient since he couldn't properly help himself. You sat in silence for a moment, contemplating whether or not to help him or let his frustration get the better of him, which would most likely end up with someone's dead relative on the news the next moring. You sighed again, you were not going to let innocent people die all because the infamous Michael Myers couldn’t figure out how to hump you properly. 

You arched your back, trying to angle yourself into a good position to make things easier for him. You succeeded in this, as the next time Michael grinded against you he let out the shakiest of sighs. You couldn't help but feel accomplished as he quickly found a rhythm; you also couldn't help the fact that with every low groan Michael let out above you, you felt a shock of pleasure hit you where it counts.  

He suddenly repositioned, now using one hand to grab onto your hip tightly and the other was placed above your head for stability. He picked up the pace as he humped you, the change in stance now giving him the friction he needed, and you could hear how much he enjoyed it. Low groans, grunts, and occasional growls left his mouth and left you a silent mess. You didn't know he would be so noisy but you couldn't care less, as every sound that spilled from his mouth you happily relished in, letting your mind wander to places you wouldn't have dared think about before this moment. 

You felt his humping become sloppy, and listened to his groans turn into huffs as he got closer to cumming.  Suddenly, he came crashing down on top of you, his arms now positioned above your head and his body completely engulfing yours, still humping you desperately as he almost silently whimpered at the feeling.

Once he stopped moving, he breathed heavily above you, and you relaxed your body, muscles slightly sore from holding the position for so long. The peace only lasted a short moment before Michael got up, not caring about you resting underneath him. You could only peek at him as he walked to the bathroom, catching a quick glimpse of the dark spot on the sweatpants he was wearing. 

You sat up slowly, the only things on your mind at the moment were mentally reviewing everything that happened for fuel on lonesome nights, and the creeping suspicion that this might become a regular occurrence. Either way, the result of either thought didn't bother you. In fact, the thought of the big bad Michael Myers humping you as if his life depended on it was something you quietly hoped for.

#rz michael myers #michael myers #slasher fanfiction #slashers x reader #michael myers x reader #rz halloween #Gogotti’s Kinktober #kinktober

[kseung]

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Bad Timing

Pt. 1 of Better Timing

Contains: Light cursing, fighting (verbal), kisses.

Warnings: Light cursing, writer on mobile 💀

Words: 2,185~

Dedicated to @cozwaenot

••••••••••

This wasn't how this was supposed to go. Not at all. You knew that asking Wednesday out would be... interesting, but you never thought you'd see such atrocities. Namely, a certain atrocity called Tyler.

After days of begging, Enid had finally convinced you to ask Wednesday out. Nerve-wracking as it was, you accepted. Worse that can happen is she murders you. Not too bad.

You were walking around in town, strolling merely to have some time to think. Wednesday was all you thought of anyway. There's no escaping her, like an endless nightmare. She'd be happy to hear it that way.

Your feet suddenly came to a halt when you saw Wednesday some steps ahead. She entered the place even though the sign clearly read "closed", to meet a boy you knew was named Tyler. Bad luck was all you had, perfectly demonstrated when the girl of your bad dreams kissed the boy. It made your heart feel small and frail, like it was being drained of every last drop of blood to be found in there. No thoughts came to mind as you kept watching the scene playing before you.

—I see...

So that's how things are. Right. They stopped kissing, staring at each other before kissing again. You knew you had seen enough. You turned around so fast you felt dizzy. Your tendency to the drama made you feel like your world was loosing all its color. Not even the loudest of noises could snap you out of whatever emotional trance you were in, much less the faint sound of a chime and a door opening.

Wednesday knew she'd fucked up. Bad. In the actually bad sense of the word. She'd kissed a hyde, and also made one of the only ones that listened to her run away. Life definitely was onto something presumably not nice.

She knew calling out for you would do nothing, so she had to wait until the next day. The next day you had classes, but it wasn't as bad as it could be. Or at least she hoped so. Strange.

•••••

Enid noticed it straight away. You were avoiding Wednesday like she was a plague. And you were, admittedly, avoiding everyone. She sent you a look which you ignored. You needed some time for yourself, as childish as that was.

During the entire class period, you kept yourself far from them, not even talking at all. They all noticed, really. Wednesday had the littlest twinge of sadness that day, feeling rather on edge. More now that she knew who was causing all those murders. The betrayal made her feel particularly strong desires to commit arson.

—Did you scare them off that much?

All but Wednesday nodded to what Enid was saying. Being the subject of your liking, Wednesday was the only one out of the loop regarding your confession.

Clearly, everyone else knew, which made Wednesday confused and maybe even defensive.

—Why would I?—. She understood how she'd scare off some people, but not you. You were never afraid of her, ever. Not even when she tried to threaten you. But scaring you, for once, would never be a bad thing. They looked at her, silently asking for more words. —I hope so—.

Xavier sighed. —Things didn't go too well, huh—. Wednesday stared at him. It was true. She did not mean to make you run from her. At least not because of that.

—Writing hour.

You watched from your place as Wednesday left. You sighed in relief. Looks like it's also your time to leave, just not after her.

First, you made sure the rest of your friends weren't looking at you. Then, you just vanished. This was her 1-hour dedicated time for creative writing, working for her novel.

You usually went with her, to make her company. You were always silent, so she didn't complain but at first. Those were fond times, but no more. Seems like now she'd have to be alone again.

Your wandering led you to the forest, on a hidden place near the shed. If she, for some unknown reason, decided to search for you, she'd expect you to be far away from places she visits often. So you hid close.

At times like that you wished you could stay there forever. Technically, you could. But that wouldn't be good for you, and cause some headaches to Weems. Not that you weren't opposed to that.

You spent hours sitting on the same spot, surrounded by nothing but nature. It was a good thinking spot. Even better was the fact that nobody knew you liked it there, so nobody looked there.

She went to the Rave'N with him. Why didn't you know she'd kiss him before? Looking back to it, it was obvious something was about to happen. Wednesday, the anti-social emo kid, going to a dance? Yeah. Too suspicious. And you thought you had good critical thinking skills... Even more outrageous!

It was pathetic. You feeling so down for a crush you knew from the start was unreachable? Unreasonable. You were angry. Frustrated at yourself. It's not that Wednesday was incapable of liking you, since she seemed to like Tyler... But after that? Yeah, no. She had chosen already, and you weren't who she picked. Nothing wrong with that, as sad as it made you.

—There you are.

She had to show up at the most inopportune of moments. You did not look at her, simply taking your stuff and heading back to Nevermore. You couldn't bring yourself to look at her. You knew you'd cry to her, for her. You bit your tongue, on both senses.

—Don't ignore me!

Even her voice when strong seemed muted. A tinge of feeling escaped, and your shoulders tensed. You knew how she looked when she spoke like that. Her chin would be angled upwards, eyebrows furrowed, and, maybe, her lips trembling even when she tried not to. You had only ever seen that once before, but once is more than enough to remember it. You sighed and continued on your walk back to your dorm.

She took a sharp breath, furious. Her pace quicked, catching up to you and turning you over. She looked desperate, more than she wanted to admit. You couldn't help but laugh dryly. What did she want now?

—Just what do you want?

That question couldn't have shocked her more. The tone was cold, unlike how you usually spoke to her. You weren't even looking at her, focusing instead on a tree behind her.

—I- —, she cursed internally. —I just wante-

—Oh, please. Don't talk. I have nothing to hear. There's no reason for you to speak to me. Just stay away.

Her hand was still gripping onto your jacket, so you shook her off. You wanted to apologise for being rude, but you had a greater urge to just go away. Rejection had never hurt her so bad.

—Why are you being like this? What did I do wrong?

Her tone was desperate, again. You wanted to cry. You looked at her through glazed eyes. She herself was not doing too well either.

—Don't I ought to know?

—Stop asking questions.

—Then tell me!

She was getting angry. That was not good, not at all. You sighed and nodded.

—I just need some time, Wednesday. I... —. You looked away again. You didn't want to cry in front of her. —Give me time.

—Is this about Tyler?

And you sighed. You didn't knew she knew, but she did, apparently. You nodded, swallowing hard. Your voice wanted to tremble.

—It is. But it's fine. I totally support you. It's just shocking.

It wasn't fine. Still, you wanted to support your friend. You tried to smile at her. It was more of a grimace, but she accepted it.

—I'll be going—, you said. You tried to turn around and go, again, but she held onto you, again.

—No. You're not going anywhere. You will listen to me.

You didn't understand why she was being so difficult. Why was this even affecting her? You were defeated, so you accepted. —Make it quick.

—I don't like Tyler.

You were seriously about to throw hands. She noticed, so she held on to them. Tightly. It made you feel things, good things. Ironic. And such a bad moment for it.

—I know how that sounds! I know! I just... had a vision after I kissed him. He's the Hyde. We are not together.

You went pale. He's the Hyde? And she kissed him! You didn't want to hear it. Even less from her. But that was a shocker. It's always the one that seems less like it.

—I- I really don't know what you want to hear from me.

You were too overloaded, both mentally and emotionally. In turn, your body started to ache. You shook your head.

—Let me go.

You were back to your cold tone, staring at her. She furrowed her eyebrows, but still nodded. She let you go, keeping her arms by her sides.

You did not look at her more, simply walking off to your dorm. You knew you wouldn't get a good sleep that night, but you still tried. You were lucky your roommate decided to sleep elsewhere again.

•••••

It was obvious that things weren't going good. You kept from everyone, especially her. From her friends too, both of yours. It was hard, but sometimes people need time. Even if it meant having no one to talk to for days.

You were walking mindlessly on the hallways of Nevermore when you heard Enid talking to Wednesday.

—Say that again—, Wednesday demanded.

—They have feelings for you! For being a detective, you're so blunt sometimes.

Your breath hitched. So she now knows. It was inferable, really. You were surprised someone had to tell her.

—Oh. I guess that makes more sense now—, she pondered.

You were starting to feel like a burden, once more. She had more things on her plate, so you being one of those made you feel incredibly guilty. You started to wonder off, going to your room. At least you'd be alone, without anyone to bother. Your roomate had a club to attend to anyway.

You made sure that neither Wednesday nor Enid followed when you were entering your room. You then locked your door, finally breathing. You turned around, intending to go lay down, only to find Wednesday silently waiting for you while sitting on the edge of your bed.

—Fuck my life—. You almost ran away. Almost. But Wednesday had you still with what she said. She walked until she was closely in front of you.

—I know.

You tried to act dumb. Which, to Wednesday, was the dumbest thing to do in that situation.

—What do you know?

You tried to sound annoyed, but you were panicking. There was nowhere to run to. She was in your room, and you couldn't exactly go to the woods.

—I know what you feel. For me.

You shook your head.

—What do you know about feelings, Wednesday? Let me be and get out of my room.

She glared at you, pursed lips and tensed jaw included. Your defensive words would make her feel hurt if she didn't know better. Maybe did hurt, a little. Her eyes were difficult to decipher.

—I don't always know what I feel. But I do know that I feel good when I'm you—. She took a sharp breath, gulping audibly before takling again. —I like to feel things if they're related to you—. It was a weird confession for her to make. Why would she like it? You didn't understand.

—Bullshit. Now, do leave my room—. You moved your head to point towards the door.

—No. I'm not lying. I am not leaving. I had enough time to be without you and notice that I don't want that to happen again.

You watched her intensely, eying her with distrust.

—I don't believe you.

—...

She looked at you, holding your hand in hers. It was weird. For starters, you liked having your hand held by her but you were also sad and a little angry. Add to it the fact that she dislikes physical touch, so she was both awkward and very tense.

"Is it too late?" She wanted to ask.

—Want it or not, I have feelings too—. She disliked to say it. She hated it, but she knew it was something worth the uncomfortableness of admitting. —And I want to feel things you make me feel. Am I too late?

—Wednesday, it's not about the timing now. I just... need time, okay? I'm not saying "no" either. I didn't like what I saw, and I think I still need to cry it out. We can talk more about it tomorrow.

She nodded, the least bit hopeful. She looked around for a bit, trying to make up her mind about what to do next. She glanced at you for a second before slowly moving closer to you, until she was pressing herself lightly towards you.

You didn't think twice before surrounding her with your arms, careful not to push too hard on her limits. You felt some light touches on your back, smiling as she did too. You'd be alright.

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday #wednesday addams #wednesday x reader #wednesday adams x reader #fanfic #x reader #non bianry

[starluvsx]

★𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Word count:1015

Proofread:yup

WARNINGS: insecure reader,kissing,kinda angst and fluff

A/N: this took embarrassingly long to finish😭

𖦹 𖦹

"Okay so the next question is 'who was your first kiss' and what's the story behind it" Nick shouted over Chris and Matt trying to explain why fairies are and aren't real to each other.Everyone in the car immediately had their own separate reaction to this question.

Nick was smiling ear to ear, most likely because of the embarrassment that came with answering the question.matts head was down with a cringed face.me and Chris both looked at each other knowingly before my cheeks flushed and he looked away.

Once everyone had their stories in their heads we looked around for who should go first. "y/n i think you should go first" chris said with a cocky smile.

5 years ago

"ok so what do you wanna watch?" chris said as he sat down next to me on the bed.a good amount of distance between us for friends so it's too bad i wanted to be more than that.i played the lack of romance off by just ignoring it,refusing to look over at his side profile while he flicked through an assortment of movies.

"no clue, what are my options?" I asked while staring at the tv.

“Uhm maze runner ‘Nah’ nightmare before Christmas ‘ehh’ hairspray ‘YES OMG YES’ ”was how the interaction went before he clicked on the movie I wanted.

𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞

While watching the movie we had gradually moved closer together.not on top of each other but definitely closer than before.now I was slouched down slightly with our shoulders touching, nothing crazy i know but I’ll take what I can get.

Once we got about an hour into the movie I began to zone out.letting myself to wander in my own thoughts.watching the romance movie only made these thoughts worse. “Jesus” I muttered under my breath.

“What, what’s wrong?”he asked, looking down at me.

“It’s nothing, just movies like this always make me sad.” I replied truthfully.I knew what I was about to say but I was ok with it.he was one of the few people I didn’t mind sharing these thoughts with.

“Why?” He asked with a puzzled look on his face.just one word for him but years of insecurities,self hatred and yearn for love for me.

“Cause I know I���ll never have anything like that, nobody will ever love me like that, ya know”I answered hesitantly while still staring at the tv.I had now sat up a little from the previous position I was in.being at the same level as him made me nervous especially since the topic of conversation but I had to,my back was killing me.

“Why do you think that?”Chris said with a slight laugh,as if he couldn’t believe I thought like that.now although the thought he was shook I found myself unloveable was comforting,I knew he was only being nice.

I looked at him for a second before saying what I had been thinking my whole life. “Dude I’m like the ugliest girl at school.” I answered honestly. “I mean it’s whatever, I know everyone thinks that.”I continued with a shrug at the end of my sentence.it felt weird talking about this but also for some reason, reliving.

The look he gave me after I said that wasn’t one I could describe or replicate.he looked shocked and confused at the same time almost. “I don’t think that…”he mumbled.if I hadn’t tuned out the movie long ago I wouldn’t have even heard him to be honest

“What” was all I could say.had i misheard him?I must've, right?

"I don't think you're the ugliest girl in the school, you're...you're beautiful ''he said, making me feel like I was in a scene from a movie.although i wanted to keep up my nonchalant act of not caring about what others thought,i simply couldn't.

i was shocked he had said this.my lips were slightly parted due to me knowing i wanted to say something but not really knowing what to say.i mean how does one respond to that.his eyes flicked down to my lips before the one thing i never thought would happen, happened

Before I could realize what he was about to do, the boy in front of me who I had been crushing on for like forever grabbed my jaw and connected our lips passionately.I was shocked at first but slowly melted into the kiss I had been longing to have for most of my life.

our mouths moved in sync while both of our eyes were closed.it felt like we were the only two people on the planet.once we pulled away i took a moment to look at the boy in front of me.his disheveled hair,piercing blue eyes, pinkish lips, he was perfect.i then said words i don't think i will ever forget saying. "i-i think your beautiful too"

my face heated up as i finished the story. "You guys are too cute, it makes me wanna throw up."Nick said jokingly. Normally I would respond with something snarky but if I opened my mouth i think I would burst out laughing out of embarrassment and nervousness.chris's head was just down, most likely with the same expression as me.

"We were so corny" he said, laughing as he picked his head up.although i thought the moment was really cute,it was pretty cringe when i think back on it.

"We were like 15,"I said in my own defense.

"yea and you wouldn't even get with me till like 2 years later!" my boyfriend responded.

"ok ok next story"i started with a huge smile on my face still.

#chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #fluff #influencers #sturniolo triplets #x reader #youtube #angst with a happy ending #cuteness #first kiss #celebrity #youtuber #teen romance

[lunaslovelyrambles]

-> this is a sequel to this ficlet i posted a while back bc it's seemingly very popular - even still :)

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your eyes haunt him. they have since the moment he got back to marley. whenever reiner has a moment of time to let his mind wander it always brings him back to you.

the pain he caused you, mainly, and that look in your eyes the last time he saw them. so full of hurt. and it was all his fault.

now, he's on the train back from the mid-east war. the constant fighting had worn his body to the bone. the stress of being on the front lines, and as a titan shifter nonetheless, wears him out more than the others.

he remembers back on paradis, before revealing himself as the armored titan, you had told him that he should take it easier.

"we're better when we fight together, after all! it's okay to let some of the others take on some of the burden as well."

he wished he listened to you. he wished he could go back to moments like that. moments where your eyes would light up as you nudged him, joking about stupid things.

but he couldn't. pieck lightly tapped his shoulder, breaking him out of thought.

"hey, we're almost back," she smiled at him, "spacing out, huh? must be thinking of something good if you were that out of it."

yeah, he thought, he was.

-x-

reiner can't think of many moments in his life where he's felt at such a loss for words. in those few moments, however, he thinks this one might take the cake.

you're standing in front of him. you're older, prettier - he didn't think that was even possible - and really here. you're not a figment of his imagination.

he thinks of so many things that he wants to say. he's missed you, he's thought about you every day, he's wanted nothing more than to see you again, you look so beautiful.

none of them come out.

because your eyes are downcast, sad. and only flickering to look at him every few seconds. his heart breaks.

"it's been a while, huh?" you barely even whisper it. still, just hearing your voice makes him shudder. he didn't realize just how much he missed hearing it.

he nods, still staring and still struggling to talk. hell, he can barely even believe this is real. that he's getting a chance to talk to you again, and that you aren't trying to kill him for what he did.

you sigh, tugging at a belt on your gear. he follows your fingers and then falls back onto your eyes, as always.

"look, i don't-"

"i'm sorry."

he finally cuts you off, and it's then that your eyes finally meet his for longer than a second.

"i-i'm so sorry."

it's all he can say. that's all he's wanted to say to you for years now. all he wanted was one chance to apologize to the hurt that he caused you. for making your eyes shine less.

if the only thing he does for the rest of his life is grovel and beg for forgiveness at your feet, he'd be okay with that.

you let out an airy chuckle and it catches him off guard.

"yeah, i know. i'm sorry too."

he can't fathom why on earth you are apologizing. he's done nothing but cause you pain, and you're apologizing to him?

he thinks for certain, now, that you're the opposite of the lies marley fed him about people on paradis. because no devil could ever be as angelic as you are.

and as he gapes at you, awestruck by your words, you smile at him and that light in your eyes returns for the briefest of moments.

-x-

he wakes with a start. years have gone and passed since the battle of earth, yet the nightmares still haunt him. he thinks that they always will, even a little. however, they have gotten better over time.

"good morning," you smile down at him.

well, especially with you by his side.

reiner huffs a response, still too deep in sleep's depths to form words. the sunlight pours in through the open window next to you. he could've sworn he died and went to heaven.

he hasn't. and he thanks every god out there for allowing him to find such peace in this lifetime.

you brush some hair lightly out of his face with your hand, the coolness of the ring on your finger making him sigh. his eyes shut instinctively. it's too bright, too early.

"we have to go meet the others today, don't fall back asleep on me." your voice was so light, so pleasant. he's finding it hard to listen.

his eyes open again and he meets yours for the first time this morning. he's met with that all too familiar gaze.

the one that he saw after he kissed you for the first time. or when he snuck out of the barracks with you all those nights to look at the stars. the look when he asked you to marry him.

his eyes look back with the same feelings, and he feels happiness.

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-> masterlist

#are you guys happy i wrote a happy ending for reiner ?? LOL #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #reiner braun x reader #reiner x reader #reiner braun #reiner braun x y/n #reiner braun x you

[mshroom1e]

Hello! I'm here to request for The Wanderer! Hope it's not too specific.

So Scara's been kinda doubting himself lately so his s/o tries to cheer him up by leaving him food with little notes telling him how much they love him.

Hello! Thank you so much for your request! To be honest, I wasn't really sure what to do with the story for this one, so I tried to just go for a single short and sweet type of fic. I hope you enjoy!!

To the Heart | Wanderer x GN! Reader

type: fanfic

Summary: they say that the fastest way to the heart is through the stomach. It appears that the same can be said for people like The Wanderer as well.

1.2k words

Warning(s): none

Saying that food was your speciality was a complete understatement. You were proud of your cooking and took great pride in it. You always found a way to share your cooking with others, and your beloved, The Wanderer, was no exception.

He was snarky and sometimes a little mean, but you knew that it was just his way of showing that he cared. He never overstepped boundaries and kept the playful teasing and remarks to a minimum. However, it was very rare when you saw him without some form of humour or smile on his lips as if the thought of doing something to tease you crossed his mind. You could read between the lines and knew exactly what made him tick, even though it may look like that he didn’t care. In reality, he was prone to self-doubt.

You also learned that he often had nightmares about past events that occurred in his previous home. That fact alone was enough to make you feel guilty every night since you knew that those incidents were caused by one single person, but that person was most definitely not you. It just hurt that you couldn’t do anything to change the past, so there wasn't much that you could do except help him get better.

Lately, for the past week, you haven't been able to find the time to spend it properly with The Wanderer. In the little moments that you were able to be together during the day, you noticed he seemed a little down. You wondered if it was because of your regular, untimely absence or just his mind catching up with him. It wasn't the same without his snarky remarks and teasing you that almost always backfired on him. He wasn't being himself and it didn't take long for you to notice.

The first thing that crossed your mind was food. You saw the way his eyes lit up and sparkled whenever trying the dishes that you made during your travels together. He always gave a curt reply, briefly telling you that he enjoyed the food while avoiding your eyes, but you could see right through him. You knew it meant that he appreciated it.

So, here you stood in the kitchen of the Inn you and The Wanderer were staying at for the next couple of weeks. You asked the owner for permission to use it for cooking (with a bribe of one of your best dishes, of course). You decided to go for a simple Inazuman-styled lunch, something that would remind him of his first home. You knew about his past and how much sadness and regret he felt when it was brought up, but the fond, faraway look in his eyes only proved to you that the feelings associated with his home weren't fully negative.

You hoped you could bring back a new, wonderful feeling with your food. Something that would make him smile softly as he ate it, while shyly trying his best to give a sincere compliment.

And off you went, cooking up a storm.

Kuni woke up with sunlight gently kissing his sleepy eyes. From the looks of the position of the sun in the sky, it was about midmorning, the usual time he woke up. The gentle, savoury scent of rice, meat and vegetables flowed through the air.

When he arrived at the kitchen which was the primary source of the delicious smell in the air, he saw that you were nowhere to be found. On a table that stood at the centre of the room, there was a light blue lunchbox. Strangely, the pattern of the box matched the motif of his outfit, that alone earning his curiosity. He raised an eyebrow, partially scowling, hoping he wasn't wanting his time.

"Might as well..." He muttered to himself and stomped towards the box. His scowl remained as he opened the lid, not fully convinced it was left with the intention of being for him, but the lunchbox's design said otherwise.

He let his guard down, soon realising the lunchbox was from you. His eyes grew the tiniest bit more eager, but he still had an annoyed expression painted on his face.

Then, he opened it.

He felt his eyebrow twitch and his frown deepen when the first layer of the lunchbox was unleashed to be viewed by his eyes. A note. In your handwriting.

'Eat well, cutie. Meow.'

He blinked. Then he blinked again.

A wave of heat travelled up his neck and invaded his entire face. Of course, the note was from you. You were the only one who had the guts (and stupidity) to call him dumb, cutesy names like that. It irked him, especially how you managed to call him things like that so casually. To be completely honest, he kinda liked it. But still!! It was so- ugh...

He felt the dark cloud that plagued his mind clear up after reading the note. Your usual ridiculousness easing his tense face into a smile when he couldn't conceal with his usual smirk or scowl. Anticipation built up in his chest as he got closer to see what you made for him this time.

It was a cute, simple dish. A portion of rice shaped like a cat, which made the 'meow' on the note slightly less weird, but The Wanderer still thought that you were ridiculous for that. The cutely shaped serving of rice was surrounded by various spiced vegetables in the shape of flowers and slices of meat cut into hearts. Some of the cutting was a little clumsy, but it was clear that you gave it your best when putting it together.

When he started to eat, the flavours melted in his mouth. Even someone without a heart could feel the emotions and flavours that were all packed into that first bite.

He took another bite. Then another. And another. The bursts of flavour felt exactly like home. Not the home that abandoned him, but the home that he found with you. His mind welled up with emotions that he wasn't even sure he was able to feel anymore. Eyes glossed over, tears glazing over them and giving them an iridescent sheen. Feelings of sadness and self-loathing loathing being washed away by just a single gesture. Little did you know about the overwhelming impact that your actions had on the young puppet.

He didn't even realise he was crying until a drop of water fell on the smooth paper, causing the affected area to become a shade darker.

Usually, when you left him a meal like this, it was because you were too busy to make something with him during the day. Your work usually meant that you'd be away from The Wanderer for a few days, or only be available at odd hours in the morning. When you weren't busy, you would make something for him and yourself, chatting about your week while he watched you with adoring eyes but a frown on his face to veil the joy he spent from spending time with you.

#gn reader #genshin #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #genshin impact fanfics #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin scara #scara x reader #scaramouche #the wanderer #wanderer #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader

[badsansandstarsansticklestuff]

Aaaaalright tickle fic again

Requested by: @alex1010155

Characters: Dream & Nightmare (not a ship)

Context: Dream wanders in their old AU, reminiscing the past once again, Nightmare joins him short after that and sees his brother being sad, he decides to do something about it using a method from when they were kids

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The sun was high in the blue sky, Dreamtale had regained its beauty without the overflowing negativity. The tree was still cut down, of course, it wasn't a regular tree after all, but flowers were blooming again and the grass was green for the first time in years.

Dream was walking by the forest, heading to what was left of his mother, if he could even call her that, for she had never been present for him or his brother. She brought them to life and left them figure out the rest by themselves. But still he felt nostalgic looking at the stump.

Him and Nightmare have made great progress in their relationship since the truce had been established, they still had a lot of work ahead of them but they could now appreciate each other's presence and joke together.

Dream sat on the remains of the tree, it felt weird to be back in here, where everything started, where his life took a tragic and drastic turn. As he was absorbed in his thoughts he didn't notice Nightmare's magic entering the universe.

They were supposed to meet in Ccino's AU, they regularly met in different universes in order to talk, but today Dream was really late, which was strange since he usually was the first to arrive, so Nightmare decided to follow his magic signature and found himself in their birth place, not surprised.

It didn't take long for him to find his brother looking at the abandoned village ahead of the hill. He went to sit next to him on the stump, making Dream flinch.

- Oh, I didn't see you arrive, sorry..

Dream apologized.

- It's okay, you didn't come to Ccino's so I wanted to make sure you were doing okay.

- It was today ? I'm sorry, I didn't see the date..

Nightmare simply raised his hand, showing his brother he wasn't mad at him for forgetting. He could see he wasn't in the bestest of moods, even without checking his feelings. Dream lowered his gaze to the ground, he felt bad for forgetting their meeting, they were so important for him, for both of them, and he forgot it, he felt horrible...

Nightmare looked at him, it wasn't in his intention to make him feel bad.

- Come on, it's not that big of a deal, we can always organize something another day..

He tried.

- Yeah...

A short answer, Dream was playing with his fingers, he often did that, even when he was a kid, when he felt guilty about something. Nightmare knew that.

- Come on, am I going to have to force a smile out of you ?

Dream looked up at him, quite confused, not because Nightmare was being nice to him but because he didn't see how he planned on doing so. It was only when he felt something poking at his side that he realized what his brother intended by "forcing a smile out of him". He quickly got up.

- Oh no you f#cking won't !

Nightmare chuckled, he always found it amusing to hear the positive guardian swear.

- Of course I will, I'm not gonna let my dear brother be so sad !

And before Dream could say anything he used a tentacle to grad his brother by the waist and force him to sit on the grass, using one more tentacle to hold his wrists together as Dream was struggling to free himself.

- Let me go !

- I don't think I will, no.

Nightmare laid down on the tree stump, on his stomach, his head resting on his crossed arms as he looked down at Dream, a mischievous look in his eye and his two remaining tentacles wagging in the air.

- Nightmare I swear to God if you- AH !

He was cut in his sentence by a third tentacle poking at his side again.

- Stop pretending to be mad, I know you like it ~

Nightmare teased watching his brother kicking the air to no avail, trying not to laugh from the scratching on his side, his cheeks blushing a bright golden color. Soon the fourth tentacle joined and digged between the guardian's ribs, this time making him burst into a laughing mess. It seemed that even after all these centuries Nightmare still remembered his worst spots.

- FUHUHUHUCK OHOHOHOFF !!

He yelled into deaf ears. He felt so vulnerable like that, pinned to the ground with his arms above his head, Nightmare looking down at him, clearly amused... he would be so mad if he wasn't having so damn much fun right now. He knew he liked it, deep down he had always liked being tickled to pieces, but he would never admit it, especially to Nightmare.

- That's not an appropriate language for a guardian of positivity you know.

- I DOHOHOHN'T CAHAHAHRE !!!

He was almost hysterical as the two tentacles digged and scribbled all over his ribs, his very ticklish ribs. What was worse was that Nightmare could feel the positivity radiating from him, he knew he was having fun right now, even if Dream was saying otherwise.

- Didn't expect you to still be as ticklish as when you were a kid ~

The teasing was very cruel tho, and the tentacles were so skilled, Nightmare moved them with such ease and precision, it made the whole thing even worse because no matter how much Dream was moving the tentacles always followed his movements, almost as if they were glued to him.

It was when he felt the tip of the tentacle that was holding his waist start to brush and circle against his tummy that he began to really curse his brother. Two tentacles on his ribs was already torture, but now he added the tummy as well ? His second worst spot ? He really wanted Dream to die of laughter.

- GOHO TO HEHEHEHEHELL !!

- Naah I don't want to.

Tears were forming in Dream's eye sockets, he had already given up in fighting back and trying to escape, his was now praying for his brother to have mercy. And thankfully, he did, after five long minutes but he did. He let him go, retracting his tentacles behind his back and letting his poor brother catch his breath.

Dream curled up, waiting for the phantom tickles to dissappear. It took a little time for him to breath normally again and when it was done he sat up.

- Feel better now ?

Nightmare asked. He earned a very pissed look from his brother, because even if he did have fun it was still a bit embarrassing.

- I'm gonna f#cking get you.

- Yeah I know, that's why I'm gonna leave now.

He answered as he got up from the tree stump.

- Oh no you won't !

And before Nightmare could even take a step away he got body slammed to the ground by his very thirsty for vengeance brother, and he too remembered where his worst spots were...

Needless to say, they didn't go to Ccino's this day, but they still had a good laugh !

#don't want to see my post ? block me ! #undertale au tickle #undertale tickle #request #tickles #nightmare sans #dream sans #dreamtale #dreamtale tickle #ticklish dream sans #dreamtale nightmare #dreamtale dream

[journey-to-the-attic]

sdjbfkdshk i 4got that saying thot instead of thought isn't just an inside joke me n my friends have sorry 😭 ✋ i would never call you a thot (unless u wanted me too...)

that aside the angst is SOOOO good bro (gn). i was thinking actually that if ik is stained by the brothers' sins maybe she starts mirroring what they did when they had their sin stuff going on?? like bc levi went to hide in the lake maybe ik goes to there (and then levi has to fish her out before she drowns herself 😭)

i was acc thinking belphie would do the puttin to sleep part?? like he has special avatar of sloth magic. idk i was just imagining ik spiralling and he like hugs her and uses his magic to just sort of gently get her to rest...

can we get an amen for dadcifer though 🙏 he must be absolutely going thru it rn his poor daughter

no worries! i wouldn't really have minded either way, to be honest

that aside - these are really cute (and also really sad)!! i really like idea of belphie being the one to put her to sleep actually, he probably has some kind of special sloth magic that he'd use to watch over her dreams or something to keep her sleep peaceful :')

also yeah lucifer would be having such a bad time. he's been having a bad time since he first getting the whole pride flare-up thing, with only a brief period of relief between recovering and ik abruptly going off the deep end. he's probably blaming himself entirely for this happening (seeing the state ik was in before being put to sleep is probably one of the few things that could make him shed a tear)

i have been thinking on and off about how ik's whole situation would be resolved! and this is admittedly sorta similar to 'the long nightmare' in jtta, but the idea is that the brothers (+solomon bc i think his relationship with ik is especially important in this nightbringer situation) would enter her 'inner world' using some kind of ritual originating with sonno (ik's in deep sleep at this point, sonno's whole thing is dreams)

basically once in ik's own dreamscape (so to speak), she's been split into seven 'fragments', each holding and/or representing a piece of her soul - each brother encounters a fragment that's trapped in an empty memory of when she was trying to save each of them -asmo's is digging through the shattered remains of the glass coffin he was asleep in, satan's is wandering in the castle where he had his whole d&d showdown with his brothers, mammon's is hiding in the celestial realm's gardens

the idea is that the brothers have to do for the fragments as ik did for them at the time, thus removing the 'stain' of their sin. at that point the ik apparition disappears, and they're left with what i'm picturing as a sort of crystal piece? once each brother has recovered their fragment, solomon puts them back together - puts her 'soul' back together - which brings back their ik as they know her, without the sins affecting her, but still with her own personal anguish in tow

at that point i think solomon would reassure her (i can imagine ik would be afraid of waking up and facing everything again), lucifer in particular would probably have a moment to properly apologise. basically it's all very sappy and then the crystal pieces properly meld together - putting ik's 'heart' back together - at which point she wakes up

(i feel like there's a fnaf 'i will put you back together joke' to be made here)

#answering asks #anon asks #ik gets nightbrought #sorry this took a hot minute i saved this to finish responding to later and then forgot about it #on another note i was feeling weirdly out of sync all day at work and i only realised like an hour ago that it's bc the clocks went back #why the hell do we do that again >: #makes me wonder how barbatos would feel about it. mr time-is-immovable and all that #watching humans just go 'nah that doesn't match up. we think it should be like THIS' twice a year #i imagine there'd be some begrudging respect but mostly confusion. like why do you guys do that

[dent-de-leon]

Do you think Molly ever moped whenever Yasha went off to chase the storms? Like when Yasha isn't around for him to hang out with, he just sits and huffs a little like a bored kitty?

aHHH I love the thought of this, Molly's tail lashing as he wanders around and tries not to think about how much he misses Love ;; Molly curling up by himself and staring off into storms, just waiting for her to come home. I feel like as time goes by he either gets better at hiding it, or he realizes that Yasha cares about him so much she'll always come back, and in the meantime he's happy to wait for her for as long as she needs.

But I do think Molly gets more anxious whenever Yasha isn't there and something from his past comes back. Nightmares about the Eyes, fleeting memories from another life. That time when Cree ran up and called him Lucien, how she wrapped her arms around him and Molly immediately started spiraling, having a panic attack. How he laughs nervously and keeps looking for an escape, desperate to just make it all go away--and the immediate relief when Yasha shows up, how Molly just clings to her and lingers at her side--"I'm so glad to see you."

So whenever Molly's having another moment like that, where he just needs to run and hide and all the demons from Lucien's past come back...I think those are the times when he gets very anxious and withdrawn if Yasha isn't there. If he doesn't have his anchor to hold onto whenever he's feeling that ache of Emptiness again.

I also wonder about the very first time Yasha leaves, because we know Molly didn't think she'd actually come back. It takes him completely by surprise when Yasha comes running to his rescue--even though Molly did the exact same thing for her at the Platinum Dragon temple. He just...didn't believe anyone would ever do the same for him. It's so sad, that Mollymauk didn't think his life was worth that...even though all of choir practice is just him drawing his own blood to protect others--

But yeah. I do wonder if, that first time she left, Molly tried not to let the disappointment show. And maybe he didn't really believe she'd actually stay, but he had hoped--

Those first few days when Yasha is away…when she leaves the circus grounds, she’s still looking at all the joy and color in the world, still holding onto a little four-leaf-clover. And then there’s Molly back at the carnival. Was he trying to keep himself busy and not think about how lonely he still feels? Did he watch her walk away until she disappeared beyond the horizon?

Molly openly admitting that he's lonely to Yasha when she saves him, Molly who kept throwing his life on the line after losing Lestera, who still ached for her and ran off to fight these battles alone every night. The absolute recklessness of it all, how he keeps throwing himself into danger for others--like he himself has nothing left to lose.

The way Yasha was so concerned for Molly's safety when he himself never even questioned it--"You stuck your neck out like that, completely alone...to help people you don't even know?" Yasha promising Molly he won't have to be alone anymore--she's going to protect him, and she's not giving him any choice about it, "We fix it. You're not doing this alone anymore. Got it?"

"Got it. Suppose I could use the company. I am recently out of a relationship the hard way..." Molly says that with a wink and a cheeky grin, tries to just brush it off. But it's this moment where he's really letting himself be vulnerable and admits more than he ever did to the rest of the Nein. He tells Yasha he had a partner once, but she's gone now. He tells her she lost them recently, that he's still grieving--that he's lonely. "Suppose I could use the company." It's his way of saying he's so grateful that Yasha will stay, that Molly doesn't want to be alone. Can't be.

Just...the way Yasha and Molly were both there for each other when they were both mourning someone they lost. The way Molly can tell just by looking at Yasha that she feels lonely and Empty too. The way it hurts a bit whenever Yasha goes away, but also how Mollymauk trusts wholeheartedly that she'll come back.

Molly always waiting for Yasha to return, always so patient and understanding. And then it's Yasha left behind and feeling so alone; and then, after months and months of grieving and waiting and daring to hope--"You open your eyes for the first time...in the longest time..." Molly's reborn soul finally coming home to Yasha like she always came back to him--

#MOLLY AND YASHA MY BELOVEDS ;; #it is a cute image to think of molly acting like a mopey irritated little cat when hes waiting for his favorite person to come home asksfld #he is very much just a big tiefling cat to me #but I also think as time goes by he tries not to let it get him down and is just. very understanding that yasha needs time and space #and is more than happy to wait. molly making sure yasha can always find her way back to the nein. leaving notes at taverns for her #just...the way molly loves her so much and even admits that he feels a bit lonely and could use the company--

[dmwrites]

The pool party was already bumping by the time Pearl got there. She nodded her head in time to the music as she ascended the stairs. She meandered through the crowd and looked out over the pool. This was such a strange event, having everyone, even the red lifes, hanging out.

Something odd caught her eye all of a sudden. One of the blocks at the bottom of the pool were missing. She could hardly see, but it looked blatantly like some kind of trap.

“You have got to be kidding me.” Pearl snorted. “That’s so obviously a trap. Are you seeing this?” She turned to the person next to her, Etho, but Etho was busy talking in low tones to Joel. “Martyn, do you see the hole in the pool or is it just me haha?” She walked through the crowd to Martyn, who was just holding a drink and bobbing his head to the music. He turned away from her and wandered over to Impulse at the grill.

Pearl frowned. Okay, maybe two of the people who probably hated her the most were bad ideas for confidants. She looked back at the pool, just to make sure she wasn’t imagining things. No, there was still that hole, and bubbles were coming from it now. She had to tell someone about it- she had a bad feeling it wasn’t something good.

“Bdubs! Hey!” She slid through the crowd to Bdubs, who was looking off towards someone behind her with a frown. “Hey, Bdubs! There’s a hole in your pool! I think it could be dangerous!” For a second, Pearl could have sworn that Bdubs looked at her. She stood right in front of him, she knew he could see her. “Bdubs?”

“Hey...”

Pearl felt a weight lift off of her shoulders. “Oh my god finally someone who will talk-”

“Hey! Hey! Get away from those bushes, Grian! Do you know how long it took me to clip those things! Don’t you pull out a flint and steel!” Bdubs wailed and pushed his way through the crowd to apprehend Grian.

“What is going on?” Pearl asked out loud. She turned on the spot, surrounded by people who might as well be walls, the way they were acting. All involved in their activities and conversations, no one even looking her way. A panic was rising in her, and in desperation she looked for someone who liked her- only to realize that no one really did.

At the edge of the house, against a wall, were Jimmy and Tango, who were admiring the mid-century modern house. And people who didn’t outright hate her- right? She went right up to them.

“See, you’d never expect snow-” Tango was saying.

Pearl interrupted. “Guys there’s something fishy with the pool.”

The two went silent, and she made eye contact with Jimmy for a moment, who grimaced and awkwardly looked away.

Tango cleared his throat. “Like, I’ve known him for a while, you know, and its always the materials you never-”

“Tango! Jimmy! I know you can hear me!”

“-never expect, and it looks good somehow.” Tango powered on. Pearl stood there for a moment, mouth hanging open and heart racing.

It was desperation, pure panic that pulled her voice back to her body and got her moving again.

“PLEASE LISTEN TO ME! Something bad is going to happen! I just know it! There’s a hole in the pool!” She screamed, and still no one heard her. She went from person to person now, grabbing at their clothes. No one looked at her, no one even jumped at her screams.

“Am I even real?” Her shaking hands flew to her own clothes, feeling for her flushed skin. If every touch felt real, then why did this seem like a nightmare?

And then, a hand on her arm.

Pearl gasped, grabbing it, and found Scott looking right at her with that special frown he reserved just for her.

“Pearl.”

Pearl could have cried in pure relief. “Scott! There’s a-”

“Stop screaming. You’re embarrassing yourself.” And with that, Scott freed his hand and firmly turned around to talk to Cleo.

“I-” Pearl let her sentence vanish into a sad little noise and let the unsympathetic crowd swallow her.

And when the zombies came out of the hole in the pool, spurned on by the mad red Ren, all she felt was numbness. She stood on the hill and watched her friends die. And still, no one ever acknowledged her existence, her cries, or her truths. Not a single person even looked her way.

#July 9 2022 #fic #dlsmp #double life smp #pearlescentmoon #long post #rly giving randy your sticks vibes #anyway pearl being the only person I heard meantion the hole in the pool has my mind spinning

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Birb Watching Anon- Yandere Corax x Remeberancer Reader

Quick note: I am not sure if I have made it clear, but the reader IS gender neutral (as much as I can make it)

You had been working with the Primarch for serveral months now. After your first piece having been approved, the little tower, RavenSpire was your home. Often when you werent busy with your duties, often you wandered around the spire. The tower was on first appearances rather bland and boring compared to the lavish sights of your homeworld and other ships. Hell, even the Lion's ship had a bit more decoration than here… However, you were snapped out of that mindset immediatly. YOu had noticed small cracks and dents alongside the spire with art often besides it. It intrigued you, and when asking your escort about it. They were often… very vauge about it. Your escorts were vertrans of course, they had fought alongside Lord Corax and were with him. Still, when they answered your question, it seemed with tact. Still, that was just a minor inconvionice. After all, they were just doing their jobs and intruiging you with your every whim. However, you noticed something was off over time… there seemed to be two factions at Deliverance, the Moonborn and the Terran born. They were as different as night and day, despite having the same genesire. Reflecting on that, maybe it was just a different aspect of the primarch's character that had never gotten expressed because of his circumstances.

The Terrans were often more curt and blunt than the moonborn, how ever, they were often move jovial and open. They often spoke praise about Horus as a whole, almost like he was an adoring father. As far you knew, Corax was one of the last found, so this was a new adjustment to the Moonborn as well as them. However, the treatment of the serfs was excessive. While, the Moonborn tended to ignore the serfs, or just give them with a slight level one might treat a speck of dust.

YOu had tried to appraoch the Terran Marines and ask them questions about Terra and fighting pre Corax, but often got no answer. they would take one look at you and your escort and turn away with an angry grimace on their face… Maybe at a another time. YOu were always being escorted at all times, it was standard protocal however.. you felt that you were really only getting one sided look at the legion. Pacing around your room, you schemed and planned. How were you going to get this interview… there was one commander that you hadn't met yet, they called him Soukhounou. YOu sat down and rubbed your temples with a feverish sigh. Sleep deprivation had been taking its toll on you… Dreams.. such fickle things… it was walways the same nightmare, and you couldnt intrepret it. You banished that thought from your head and gave yourself a pinch for good measure. NO. Your work will not suffer, it can. not. EVERYTHING is riding on this… your life, your family's honor… Getting up.. you grabbed your sketch book adn pens and left the room.

Still, you sat down and pulled up a holovid of a Terran marine and started to sketch them out. It was almost soothing.. to get the colors and sketches just right. Space Marines were unique in face, unlike their voice. Often you had used Corax's facial structure as a base, but often expanded outward. It all boiled down to that… still you thought you art had improved.. hopefully. You had noticed smaller details that often your older more extravgant works would have neglected. "Anon! I am of need your assiantance" You gave a quick shudder and got up. Lord Corax had been taking to calling you by your name. It was a nice gesture.. but it felt off… his tone was rather neutral as always with a hint of sadness.. but it was like a pet name? No.. you must be imagining things…

Gathering your tools you went to the standard elevator, with your escort. You had arrived to see Corax. He looked different and a tad bit more stressed. The escort was gone, as per usual. The towering man appraoched you. He sighed. "We have new orders, I must have a joint mission with my brother." He turned coldly. "We will leave within a day. Pack up your things and say your farewells" The primarch looked deathly stressed more so than usual.. He couldnt tell you his orders of course.. but given his expression. Those joint deployment was NOT good. YOu gave a nod and gave a quick bow, and stood there. Corax gave a glare. "Dont be wasting time! You are dimissied!" You gave a jump and gave a second bow before darting back into the elevator. YOu had much packing to do, still… it was the same routine.

Corax gave a sigh after dismissing his remeberancer… He had been staying at his home much longer than nesscary. He dreaded this joint order. Why would his father order that he and Konrad work together, he would never know. Despite his reservations, he would do the best that he could and protect them. He went over and carefully put on his armor. He made sure that it was working as intended… He flexed his pinions and claws. Carefully he grabbed his helment and clipped it to his belt. He touched the corvia on his armor, yellowed with age with a sigh. He hoped that someone would tend and hold onto his corvia. He touched his electrowhip. However, a nagging thought was in his head. "How would your brother react to them?" He frowned a bit. It would be terrible if his first rememberancer was killed because of meddling from his brother. He had heard of what happened to Vulkan's that one time. He gave a glare. He wouldnt let that happen.. not to her.

YOu had returned to yohur room and started to pack up your art supplies and gave a sigh… At least you were going to back to see the stars… YOu had enjoyed being on the moon. But all good things, as they say must come to an end. YOu patted the bed and gave a yawn. You opened up the curtain noticed the sun being nearly gone with the stars in the blackground. It was so beautiful… After all the "sun" rises and sets were often weeks for a time. It was beautiful, despite your fears. The galaxy was a large and feral place. YOu sighed and closed the curtain and resumed packing. YOu were ready, but you werent sure if you were to spent the night or not.

You heard your vox chatter, "Rememberancer ANon, please get dressed in your finest uniform.. we will be boarding 'The Shadow of the Emperor' within 2 hours." "Yes my lord." The vox cut off with a sharp cut. YOu got dressed and made sure that you were dressed up in the finest spledary that you could imagine. It was a nomral suit as per usual but with many belts and bucklets. It was in the colors of your former house. It was a small homage to them, the sacrifices they had to make… to get you this posistion. Most of the time, it was reseerved for Terran born after all. YOu took your gear and marched out to the designation located. They were in a parade formation and you took your place. Often, the remeberancers were last in the pack when it came to civilian officers working with the primarchs. You have seen and felt the glares of the soliders and Marine alike towards the Rememberancer.

TO your surprise, the marines had placed you near the primarch, or at least closer than to the other civilan officers. You felt their jealous angry eyes peer through you.. feeling sick.. you just wanted to get this over with. Still, when the primarch arrived everyone minus the Marines bowed respectfully. The primarch stood at least 10 paces away from you and gave a nod to begin the signal. YOu marched with measured paces… after all, the Marines had to work with their pace. Over time, you were marching towards the ship.. the primarchs backside seemed to get closer and closer to you. It was subtle… but at the end of the march… you could just reach out and touch the metaltic wings that were extended from the simple jetpack. It had occured to you that you have NEVER sketched the primarch in his armor before, or really at all ever. He had ordered to draw Lycanean marines and propaganda themed art for the Imperium… maybe he just didnt trust you yet…

You had arrived on the primarchs flagship, where the escort asked you to show you to your rooms.. After all, the Navigators and others would be working double time to make up for Lord Corax's ship being repaired. The escorts marched you wordless towards your quarters. You were so tired… you immediatly changed out of your clothing and hung it over. YOu decided to shower.. it hadnt been a wtaer. Perfume could only do so much to cover up the smell. However, as you undressed, your gut turned. You felt like prey…Ugh.. maybe it was just jitteres from being on the ship and readjusting to the standard grav. It had taken you about a week to adjust to the Delliverance's articfical gravity. However, that thought really didnt change THAT feeling in your stomach. Either way, you had to shower and rest. YOu entered and started to clean your sweat stained body. The water felt devine on your skin. "Which primarch was Lord Corax assignted to be with that would make him so upset." You scrolled through the primarchs mentally before pausing…no… it couldnt be.. but your heart knew it was so. The Haunter. You dare not speak his name. You made a silent religous gesture. It made your gut weigh a little bit less… yeah. But why did you feel so violated..maybe some sleep would help with the issue.

Your dreams however were of a differnt story.. you were in the same ballroom, how ever, the room was empty. Ghostly music was playing off a flicking servo skull… You looked around… taking steps around the room, noting and reflecting its decrepit state. The room was large, with shattered windows, half broken tables with faded symbols on then, as welkl as tiny mothholes in it. You carefully stepped around a broken chandelier. Approaching the servo skull, you picked it up as the music sputtered died. "My lady" a deep rasy voice siad behind you. YOu turned around to see nothing. Backing away, you turned and saw a flickering light… and something emerged from the inky black. He had Corax's facial structure, yet damned and broken. His face often had random twitchs and tics. Pure black eyes were inset into a gaunt face. Noting the bags underneath his eyes did no favors to him. His face was in a mixture of a sneer and entitlement. He was dressed in powerarmor, the color changing from dark navy to black based on the flickering on the candlelight.

He was tall, yet slightly hunched back wit his long hair framming his face. His armor ran with silence, having a raven sigil on the left paudron and a bat skulled helm on the right side… He was armed with lighting claws on both hands, with his lighting bolts painted on his forearms glowed with inhuman inate power. He slowly approached you moving with a fluid grace with small shuffle steps to the side. You backed away, notcing the monstronitys claws… they were dripping ever so constantly…. "Would you care to do the Danse Macrbe?" YOu shook your head and bolted past him. You ran with all your speed sparing occanionsally looking back. You saw the monstronostiy grow four wings two more furry, while two more birdlike and turn… their claws dripping. YOu gave a scream and ran as the floor changed to gain a slope. YOu felt something thick coil around your ankle and with a thud you collapsed. It had you gave a scream and struggled trying to remove the whip from the angle.. the whip sharted to cimb up restraining more part of your body… You struggled and fought as the it came closer.. Your body struggle dnad convilng as the whip cut in so tight that it bruise your flesh. YOu stared into the things dark black eyes, with one having white iris while the other completely black. YOu stifled a shriek as it picked you up holding you as if your were a delicate flower. "Would you care for a dance?, the face started to change eventually resulting in a bird mammalian mix. You struggling more eventually dropping out of the things arms.. you struggled trying to move away.

The things looked (at least you thought) sa bit sad for a bit before smiling. It was a cruel cold smile as it slowly walked almostly mocking towards you.. You were crying now screaming and fleeing. YOu couldnt break free…You were spent… before you blacked out it said. "I will have that dance… like it or not." You woke up in a cold sweat.. bounded in the blankets like a cocoon.. Taking a deep breath, your throat was really dry. Getting up out bed and flipped on light, you noticed something… a shiny metal square.. Odd… metalworking wasn't really your expertise. Rinsing off your face and lifted up and saw that the room had changed a bit… the door seemed ever so farther away… turning to your left… you saw it, again now on all fours.. looking feral.. it turned in its maw heldf the head of your father.. You ran to the door as fast as possible, but your speed was no match for it.. It pouned on you its drool causing pain , as you squeaked trying to break free. In response it doubled its body weight, you could feel your bones being pushed to their extreme. Its maw seemed to extend its fanged teeth and its tounge slowly carrsessing your face, your screamed as you felt the acid spit started to melt your face. However, a voice was heard. "Dance with me… or your life is forfeit.."

You gave a scream.. Yes! The pain it was too much… as soon you screamed it was over. The scence was a beautiful ballroom again, it showed the Raven man again. The power armor was gone, but he was dressed in a bonewhite suit and he extended a hand to you and you took it. The Raven Man pulled you close, you could hear an offset heartbeat. The music started slow and low and soon built into a cresndo. YOu tried to follow the Raven man's steps. He was a much taller partner than you.. Eventaually the dance and the music ended in a flourish. The man gave you a weary smile. "Come back somethime. I would be happy to dance Anytime" He said it kindly enough, but the slight lean forward and the eyetwitch set off your gut.

You woke up. For the first time in a while, you felt well rested. Maybe that dream was needed, to give you the energy needed to deal with the Haunter. Who knows? You picked up your sketchbook and started to sketch the man again on your dream. However, something caught your eye.. something goldnen had fallen out of the sketchbook. It was a simple golden chain, yet when you felt its cold surface, you felt small dents, engravements maybe? but it seemed too small to read. You placed the cahin on your wrist. you had so many questions. "What did that dream mean? Who placed this braclet? were agmonst the few. You shook your head banishing those thoughts, you had to seize this new day.

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#warhammer 40k #wh40crack. #yandere40k. #primarch #primarch x reader #corvus corax #corvus corax x reader

[subbe93]

The Light in my Nightmares, T, chapter 12

Ran had met Vineyard and learned a little more about that mysterious case that had taken so much from Shinichi. But can she help him with that information or not? And more importantly, where is Shinichi?

A/N: Gosh, this is already chapter 12!! I feel like it's not so long since I started to publish this, but when I checked the day, I was kind of surprised because it was the end of January :'D Time has gone so fast... Or maybe this only shows that again, I have grown fond of the story and I'm not ready to end it? x'D Oh well, I hope you have enjoyed the journey at this point, and are going to enjoy upcoming chapters while we still can :D

Prologue ~ Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4 ~ Chapter 5 ~ Chapter 6 ~ Chapter 7 ~ Chapter 8 ~ Chapter 9 ~ Chapter 10 ~ Chapter 11

Chapter 12

~ Shinichi ~

It was a late night, and Shinichi was walking on the streets of Haido. He knew he should go home, and he had kind of tried to do it a few hours already, but instead of taking a short way, he had taken detours and just looked around. The idea of being alone in that big house didn't feel very pleasant. Even the idea of it made him lonely and sad. Empty.

So instead of going home, he had just avoided it. But then again, where else he would go?

Well, Kazuha had told him to visit whenever he felt like it, but the thought of being a burden to her when she already got a baby to take care of, made him stay in Tokyo. And even if she had forgiven him, he… Well, maybe he had partly forgiven himself, but not entirely. He knew that he should make peace with himself before he could go meet them and… talk about him. Shinichi knew that he owed that much to Kazuha and he knew that she would like to talk about him. Maybe they both needed it. But… not before he would be ready.

And God only knew where Haibara would be. And like he would need that sarcastic woman in his life, blaming him…

She wouldn’t do that, and he knew it. She had done so much to help him with the Organisation, and luckily, she had survived. At least someone.

And in the end, living alone wasn’t any different than before. It wouldn’t be the first time, and he had done it well back then! And he had been all alone in the Safe Haven Center, so what was the difference? There was none! Except the room would be a house and he should do housework and all, but it would only distract him, took him away from dark thoughts and nightmares...

He should go back. Try to live alone again. How else he would learn to live there if he wouldn’t stay there?

Yet, he stopped again, this time looking at the grocery store's window and all the ads that told what they got on sale this week. He was awfully aware that he wasn't really interested, he was just buying more time to himself. And he almost wanted to laugh out at how pitiful he was. This was the endless circle that went through in his mind, thinking how he should go back home, how it would be no different than before, and yet he took all those detours and stopped from time to time to look at some shop windows like he was interested in them. It wouldn't help anything at all.

And even though he knew all the answers to how to handle his loss, his loneliness, the truth was that he had another reason to be here. Another reason to wander around Haido.

He missed her.

Shinichi didn't want to go back home because even if that house held so many memories of his parents, his friends, about a better life he once had, now it also included memories of Ran. Memories of their conversations, memories of what they had done together, memories of her walking around, talking to him, smiling...

New, beautiful, and yet painful memories to handle. A reminder of his new failure.

And there was another reason. The reason he knew somewhere deep down, but he still tried his hardest to deny it, lie to himself.

The truth was that he knew that Ran was living somewhere here. And... he kind of wished to see even a glimpse of her.

There would be easy ways to ask her address, but he didn't want to do it. Because if he would go to her home, he was scared of what would wait for him. Maybe she wouldn't be home? Or maybe Araide would be there.

So instead he... maybe had wished that she would just walk around and...

He felt even more pitiful.

He regretted taking Ran as his personal assistant. It wasn’t like she hadn’t helped him, but he never thought that she would spend so much time in his house, that he would get used to her presence. That he would like it. And how in the world he had gotten that stupid thought that she would like to stay?

You didn’t learn anything, did you?

He shook his head a little. It would be better if he would forget her as soon as possible.

Yep, that would be best. So, turn now and go home.

Yeah, he would…

He heard sirens singing, coming closer. He turned to look where the voices came from. Ambulances and fire engines drove at a high speed on the road, right past him. He let his gaze follow them as far as he could, and when vehicles disappeared behind the buildings, he raised his gaze and saw an orange glow in the dark sky. And very dark smoke.

A fire?

He heard people around him starting to talk, probably wondering what was happening. He glanced at them before raising his attention back to the orange sky and that thick dark smoke…

He felt how breathing started to be harder. For a moment, he stood a few blocks away from his home street, looking at the red sky, and dark smoke, running towards it, hoping that he was wrong but…

He closed his eyes and lowered his head, ripping himself away from that memory. He frowned and breathed, calming himself down. No, this was different. He wasn’t even close to Beika, his house wasn’t in that way. There was nothing to worry about. Probably someone had forgotten something like the oven on, and that’s it. There would be nothing suspicious, and probably everyone was safe.

No need for me, he told himself even though part of him was curious and he wanted to go to help those people. But help was almost there. He turned away and put his hands into his pockets. He should go back home, he needed to get away from this before…

“Bless God, you answered! Are you okay?”

Shinichi stopped and turned a little bit to see who spoke. There was a man who stood a few feet away from him, leaning on the shop's wall, and on the ground were two plastic bags. He was staring at the flaming sky. Shinichi glanced at it too. Maybe he lived there? In the end, the shop was pretty close, so...

“Thank God”, the man breathed out and slid to the ground, sounding relieved. “I was so worried… Is it bad?” He didn't say anything for a while. “That bad? God… Is everyone else save?”

Shinichi glanced again at the burning sky. He felt bad, but he should really be going. He wasn’t a firefighter, he was a detective. And since there was no reason to doubt that it would be a crime, he wouldn't help anyone. He would be only in a way…

“What, that nurse-neighbor hasn’t found?”

Shinichi froze and turned to look at the man.

“Are you sure? I mean… she hasn’t been much at home during these... what? Five months? No, I saw her on another day by a chance and she told me that she has a client who needs her help…”

A nurse who has a client who needs her attention? During these five months...

Shinichi felt how something tightened on his chest.

Ran…

No way, he told himself. Okay, it had been almost five months that she had been his assistant, and she had spent most of her days at his place, even though she shouldn't have. But let's face the fact, even though he knew that she was living in some apartment building in Haido, there were so many other apartment buildings. And there were so many woman nurses too, so many clients who need much attention during the day, and the time... it was rounded, so it could be also over, and... and... it could be anyone...

Yet, he couldn’t ease his mind. He wasn’t a hundred percent sure where in the Haido Ran lived. Well, maybe somewhere close... if he remembered correctly. But he could be wrong, right? He just remembered that she lived in an apartment building and somewhere in this part of Tokyo. Nothing too precisely. So, there was no way that Ran would live here…

His breathing became denser.

But Ran wasn’t with him today, because… because of him. He told her to take a day off… But she could be with Araide too…

“What?! Are you sure she was home?”

Shinichi looked at the man.

Of course, Ran was home… Because she got a day off… because of him…

No...

Shinichi bent and leaned on his knees, closing his eyes, trying to concentrate and calm down. Deep breaths.

You said it yourself, right? Tokyo is full of nurses. It could be anyone. And he still wasn’t sure, maybe… she could live anywhere in here. And there was a chance that she was with Araide. So, there was nothing to worry about…

Professor Agasa’s home blowing up in front of him, flames taking him with them… His father, collapsing on the ground, trying to reach him with his last strength… His mother, shouting at his name before falling to the ground… Hattori, opening that door… All those other people…

Shinichi opened his eyes, gasping for air. No, he can’t lose anyone anymore…

“E-excuse me”, he breathed out and walked towards the man. The man on the ground raised his eyes at him. “I… I’m sorry to be blunt, but… who is this nurse-neighbor you’re talking about?” He tried to calm his panting. “I… her name didn’t happen to be Mouri Ran, right?”

The man looked at him from head to toes and back. He looked confused and… worried. “How… how did you know? Are you… friend of her?”

Shinichi felt how the world around him turned around. No, it couldn’t be… this must be a mistake… Must be…

“You…” He took a break, trying to calm himself. Don’t panic, Kudo, you’re not helping anyone if you’re freaking out now. “You said that… she… wasn’t… found?”

Gosh, it was hard to say out loud.

“That’s what my wife said”, the man answered, and Shinichi felt how breathing started to be so much harder. “They haven’t found her…”

“Are you sure she was home?” Shinichi asked desperately. If she just wasn’t… Maybe there is a chance…

“Well, they believed that she was because my wife said that there was a light in her window…”

No, no, no….

The world around him collapsed. What were the chances… Why… How…

Before he had thought about it, he started to run. He ran towards the flaming building, he needed to get there… Maybe the wife was wrong, maybe they hadn’t just seen her among the other people or… or…

Call her!

Shinichi took his phone out and slowed his move to walking. Yeah, he could call her. That way he could confirm that she was safe, and he didn’t need to worry…

Both of his hands were shaking when he tried to search Ran’s number. For a moment he hesitated before pushing the green button.

There’s nothing to worry about…

“The person you're trying to reach isn't available. Try again later.”

The breathing started to be harder. He lowered the phone and looked at it. The call was already over. He touched the call button again.

"The person you're..."

“Shinichi, come to see me! I have a new invention which should help you with the organization…”

No answer. He pressed the button again and increased his walking speed.

“Promise me… Promise me to take care of them.”

He didn't get through but he tried again.

“Remember, you’re… lov… ed…”

“Please… Answer me, Ran…”

“Shin-chan!”

“The person you're trying to reach isn't available. Try again later.”

Breath… Breath!

He got there – in front of the building that was covered with dancing flames. Firefighters were already trying to pull out the fire and paramedics were checking injured people. So many noises. There were so many people, standing confusing, looking around…

She can be there… somewhere… must be!

He went among the people, walking around, searching, but it was worthless. He asked, but no one couldn't give him the answer he wanted to hear. They were only sure that there was a light in her window, which meant that she would have been home.

“She must be here”, Shinichi said stubbornly and desperately to one of the firefighters who seemed to be one who had been in the flaming building to make sure that everyone was safe. “Listen, she…”

“Mister, please”, the firefighter said and looked at him. “We have looked around as much as we could, but when we came, her apartment was already in ablaze and...”

“What?!” Shinichi interrupted her. “It started from… her… apartment?”

“It’s too early to say where it started and how”, the firefighter answered. “But since this Mouri-san’s apartment was ablaze when we came and those closest ones around it, we believe it started somewhere around there. And…" She kept a little break, glancing fast at the building. "Well, I’m sorry to say this, but if she really was there, we didn’t have a chance to find any sign of her…”

It was like a rock had dropped on his heart, sinking it as deep as possible, and keeping it there.

No, not Ran…

But why? If it started there, why… how didn’t she get out in time? How…

He turned to look at the building.

Explosion, taking everything with it. He ran towards it, looking at his neighbor's house burning, the professor’s last words ringing in his ears…

“Shinichi, come to see me! I have a new invention which should help you with the organization…”

The bleeding body he tried to drag out, safe, let someone help him, heal him…

“Promise me… Promise me to take care of them.”

His father on the ground, looking at him, grabbing his wrist…

“Remember, you’re… lov… ed…”

His mother, running toward him…

“Shin-chan!”

He remembered her, standing in his room doorway. Those beautiful eyes looking at him, full of worry, sorrow… Those delicate lips, turning on a smile which wasn’t as convincing and beautiful as many other times… Gesture as she didn’t want to turn and leave, but since he didn’t give her other options…

“Promise to call if you need anything”, she had told him with a forced smile. “Anything.”

It was his fault. It was his fault! Why had he needed to be like that? Why he couldn’t have told her? Maybe… maybe it would have broken him more, to hear straight from her that she had already someone else, but at least… at least she would be alive, well, and... and...

She can still be there… Maybe… If he would...

“Ran”, Shinichi whispered and took steps towards the apartment building. She would be there, he could… he needs to! At least try… Because if she is gone, he...

“Mister, what are you doing…”

Someone grabbed his hand, but he waved it away. “She has to be there!” he shouted to her before turning again towards the building. “I’m going to find her!”

“Mister, don’t… Hey, stop him!”

He took a few steps closer to the building, but there were already some people grabbing him, stopping him to go forward. He tried to push forward, fighting against them, but those people were stronger.

“Stop!” someone told him, trying to calm him. “You’re not going to do anything else than kill yourself.”

"As I care", he answered. “But if she is still there, I need to…”

“If she is there, she is gone already!”

“You don’t understand”, he shouted, trying to still get himself free. “I… I can’t…”

I can’t lose her! I can’t…

Hadn’t he lost enough already?

“Hey, just calm down, okay?" someone else said. "I... I know she must be important to you, but we have already done everything we can, and... she’s gone. I’m… I’m sorry.”

The reasonable side of him knew it. But the other part…

“You’re wrong”, he denied and looked at those burning flames. Maybe he was a fool, but if there was a chance… Even a little chance, he would take it. Rather him than she… She has so much to live for, she could give so much to everyone. He?

He didn’t have much anymore.

There would be a way. There has to be! He could get into her apartment and make sure if she was there or not! Firefighters just haven’t found it, but he… he could! He would be fast, he…

He really, really can’t lose her. He couldn’t take it… He wouldn’t survive…

“Let me go!” He tried to get himself free again, but it was worthless, they kept him there, away from those flames. Away from that building, away from… her. He closed his eyes, being able to see her smiling face, those orchid-colored, soft eyes... Why her? Why from all people, why her? “Ran… RAN!”

“Shinichi?”

Shinichi opened his eyes. For a moment, he was sure that he was imagining that voice saying his name, and yet, when he looked towards the voice, he saw her. Standing there, looking at him worried, confused… Yet, the little smile came to her lips when their eyes met.

Shinichi couldn’t believe it, and yet…

“Ran”, he breathed out. It wasn’t his hallucination, right? Right?! He moved forward her, and this time, firefighters let him go. He stood in front of her, raising his hand on her cheeks, looking at her…

She was real. He could feel her. Breathing… Alive…

There was no sign that she would have been in the burning building. She was clean, maybe a little sweaty, but there was no soot. She looked like someone who had been at home, washed her face, and had been ready to go to sleep. She had just a big dark hoodie on her – looked like one of his –, like she had left with a hurry… but… if she wasn’t here, then…

“Where were you?” Shinichi whispered, still staring at her like not believing that she was real, even though he felt her under his hands, with his fingertips… “I… I searched you and… you… I…”

“I was at your place”, Ran answered softly. “I…” She looked away for a moment, like hesitating. “I was… waiting for you to come back.”

“But I… I called you”, he said. “Why didn’t you answer?”

“I didn’t have power on my phone”, she explained, looking a little embarrassed. “I… put it on a charge, but… I think I forgot to turn it on. And…” She kept a little pause. “I heard from the news that my home was burning, so I left in a hurry and… I think I forgot my phone.”

He stared at her orchid eyes, trying to still calm himself, trying still to understand… Slowly he let his hands drop from her cheeks to her lower back, making her come closer, and lowered his head to lean it against her shoulder, hiding his face against her neck, breathing her scent. He tightened his grip around her, like proving to himself that she was real, she was here…

“I… I thought I lost you.”

Only the thought… But she was here, alive, in his arms. Proof that she was alive. Not hallucination. Not... something he wouldn't get back...

“I’m sorry I made you worried”, he heard her saying. He felt how her hand touched his back while another petted his hair gently. “I’m really sorry… But we are here now, together. There is nothing to worry about. Everything is fine.” Then she let out a laugh. “Like you can get rid of me that easily.”

He let out a weak laugh, yet he didn’t move. He stayed, just enjoying her closeness, her warmth… Her fingers playing with his hair, the other stroking his back soothingly… He breathed her scent, trying to calm himself down.

He felt like an idiot. If he would have just been calm, maybe this wouldn’t have happened. If he would have been calm enough, there probably would have been a way to get in touch with her or do some reasoning about her location. But no, instead he had been in a panic, scared of losing her, his only…

But she was here now, and everything was fine. There was nothing to worry about. And the first thing he should do, he should make things right. Took those words back, be honest with her. It would hurt, but he didn’t need any more regrets. At least not now. And this? This mistake almost cost him her life. If she hadn’t been in his place, she… she…

But… But if she had been there…

He raised himself. “Ran…”

“RAN! RAAAN!!”

He looked in direction of those shouts. There were three people, two women, and a man. They were looking around, shouting… Until a light-brown, short-haired woman saw them. “Ran!” she screamed tears in her eyes, and a smile slowly raised on her lips. It took others’ attention, and the short-haired woman started to run toward them.

“Sonoko”, Ran said, and took only a few steps away from Shinichi’s arms, before the woman was hanging on her neck, crying.

“I was so worried about you”, he heard the woman – Sonoko? - crying.

“Raaan!”

Shinichi raised his gaze and saw how two other people came closer. Sonoko moved away and let the dark-haired man hug Ran tightly, crying also something about how worried they had been. Shinichi took a few steps backward. Then came another woman, who looked worriedly at Ran before taking her part in the hug.

“Thank God, you’re safe, Ran”, the woman said. “We were so worried when we heard from the news that the apartment building where you were living, was burning…”

“And we couldn’t get in touch with you”, Sonoko said, wiping her eyes. “Why didn’t you answer the phone?!”

“I’m sorry, Sonoko”, Ran answered. “Sorry to worry you, mom and dad, but…”

Mom and dad…

Shinichi felt something penetrating inside him. He watched how the younger woman was nagging something even though she was still wiping tears from her eyes. Her parents kept their daughter tightly in their arms, relieved to know that their worry had been unnecessary. He watched them and smiled a little to see a happy family, together again...

He missed them. He missed his mother's kisses, he missed his father ruffling his hair, their hugs. He missed the professor’s worried nagging about how he should be more careful and Heiji’s teasing after a tight situation...

This isn’t about you.

He turned away, looking at the building that firefighters tried still to turn off. He looked at the part where one of them had shown earlier to be Ran's apartment and the start of the fire. Well, it wasn’t clear that it had been started precisely from Ran's apartment, but since firefighters hadn't had a way to get there when they had come, starting place wouldn't be far.

But he couldn’t understand… If Ran wasn’t at home… She said that she had been in his place, waiting for him. Why though? He had said that she should take a day off, and even though he had known that she would still come and he had made sure that he wasn’t at home, even sending her that message to tell her that he was too busy, he had thought that she would go back home, or... somewhere else. But instead, she had stayed. Waited for him… But…

He shook his head. That was the mystery he could solve later. But now, there was something more important and weirder thing to solve.

From all the people he had asked and heard out, he knew that they had seen the light in Ran’s window. Some said that they had seen Ran moving in the courtyard earlier. Well, she had probably visited at home, it would explain. But if there were lights on the whole evening…

Well, she could have forgotten them. Maybe she left and forget to turn them off. Maybe she was too deep into her thoughts. But if that burn started from her apartment, how did that happen? He didn’t believe that only leaving lights on would have torched the whole apartment into flames. These days, it wasn’t possible.

But since everyone had enough time to get outside in safe, it meant that it had spread slowly. So it wasn’t…

He shook his head. What was he even thinking? Explosion? That someone would have done it, trying to kill someone? Well, some criminals tried to get away from someone making their homes burning, but if Ran wasn’t there, why would anyone do something like that? And who in the world would have something against Ran? She was nice and kind, he couldn’t think of any reason why anyone would want to hurt her.

And it could be that maybe she was at home, did something to eat and… maybe forget her oven on? Or… or… something. And who even said that it started from Ran’s apartment? Even if it was close to the starting place, it didn't mean that it would have started from there.

Shinichi sighed. He was thinking about this too much. Not everything needed to be a crime. This could be only an accident. Things like these happen. And they would hear about it when firefighters would tame those flames and there would be a good chance to examine where it began.

Yeah, he should stop thinking this too much.

He looked around him before turning to go back to Ran and her family, but then he stopped. Even if it was warm this close to the burning building, he felt how the air around him chilled. He turned back, to see if he had just imagined it...

There, among the people, stood a light-skinned woman, in black clothes. She stood there, looking at the flames without any particular facial expression. Long, dark brown hair was moving with a little wind, and she raised her hand, moving hair away from her face…

And she met his eyes.

He couldn’t breathe. His lungs were too tight. And he couldn’t move. He couldn’t rip off his eyes or got a word out of him.

He just stared at those dark brown eyes, which widened a little as she had been surprised, but then… On those bright red lips came a sweet, dangerous smile. And they moved, barely, but enough that he could read from them.

“Long time no see, Shinichi.”

No.

He reminded himself of breathing, yet he couldn’t take his eyes away from her. This must be his hallucination or something… whatever! She wasn’t real, she wasn’t alive. He saw how the building had collapsed on her, and they couldn’t have found anything from her. He wasn’t sure what, but something had triggered his memory of her, and… and… she couldn’t���

“Shinichi?”

It took him off. Shinichi turned to look at Ran, who stood behind him, looking at him with a worried smile. “Shinichi, are you okay?”

He stared at Ran for a moment before he turned back to see her, but she wasn’t there anymore.

Rini was gone.

He raised his hand on his forehead, rubbing it. She was his hallucination, right? She wasn’t real. She couldn’t be…

And yet, he got an uneasy feeling…

“Shinichi?”

He felt a hand on his back, rubbing it gently. Shinichi turned to look at Ran, who still looked worried. “Is something wrong?”

“I…” He hesitated. “I think I saw someone, but… it was probably my imagination.”

It made Ran look more worried. He saw how she looked beside him, to see where he had been looking, before looking back at him. “Are you…”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about me”, he interrupted her. “There are more important things than me, like…” He glanced at the burning building. “You just lost your home.” Then Shinichi met her gaze again. “Are you… Where are you going to stay?”

Ran stared at him for a moment. Then she looked like she had realized something, and she looked away from him. “Well, I haven’t thought of that”, she answered slowly. “I… Well, maybe I can sleep on my parent’s couch a night or two…”

“Or you can stay at my place.”

She looked at him and he regretted his suggestion. Why couldn’t he even think anything properly? Gosh, even though her parents wouldn’t have enough space for their daughter, she could always go to Araide’s place. It wouldn't be approved by him to suggest something like that!

“I… I mean that… that… You have done so much for me”, he hurried to explain himself. “And… since I have bedrooms, there is enough space for you, if… you… just… like to…”

Ran just stared at him, and he was ready to move his gaze away, apologize, ask her to forget it, but then she laughed. “Well, it would be nice”, she answered. “Truth to be told, I would love to sleep on the bed, and… I… kind of have some of my stuff at your place already.”

Shinichi frowned. “What?” he asked confused. “Why?” He didn’t remember that she would have said to stay at his place before, and…

She shrugged. “Well, I… was worried, so… I decided to stay at your place until you would come back, and I prepared to stay there at night if needed.” She smiled sweetly at him, and for a moment, he forgot everything else. “The reason why I visited my home earlier was that I came to take some of my stuff.”

“Oh”, he answered. He opened his mouth to ask his next question, but she already grabbed his arm.

“Let’s meet my parents and Sonoko before we leave”, she said, but before Shinichi had time to take even a step to follow her, she already stopped and turned back to him. And this time, she was blushing, having a little embarrassed expression. “Oh, and… please, don’t mind my father or… Sonoko.”

“What?” Shinichi asked. “Why?”

She looked away. “I… Think they believe that you’re… my… boyfriend.”

“What?!”

“I told them that you’re my friend – and a client too, but…” She let out an awkward laugh. “Well, when Sonoko gets some idea, she usually is stuck with it, and she… kind of… can't ever keep her mouth shut, so…” She shrugged, making Shinichi only more confused. But if Ran was already with Araide... “And my father is just like… fathers are, I think”, she explained. “Just overprotective, stubborn, and since, thanks to Sonoko, he now has the same idea as Sonoko, he… probably is going to be hard to you.”

Slowly Shinichi ripped his eyes away from Ran to look at her friend and parents. That young woman – Sonoko, was looking at them without even trying to hide it. She was smiling like a maniac like she had seen something very interesting, something she wanted to investigate at any costs. The man – Ran’s father, on the other hand, was staring – no, glaring at him. Well, it didn’t feel so threatening, maybe more like amusing, but Shinichi decided that he should make sure that he wouldn't say everything that comes to his mind - at least not at the first meeting.

But Ran’s mother on the other hand… Shinichi felt shivering ran over his spine when that woman turned to look at him. She stood very highly, without a smile, very serious expression on her face. Her glance was pretty sharp, and it made Shinichi feel like she could spear him with it, almost making him want to turn around and leave them behind. He was pretty sure that that woman would stomp him on the ground without problem if he would say something stupid...

Gosh, if they thought that he was trying to destroy Ran's and Araide's relationship...

“Are… you sure it’s a good idea?” he asked and looked at Ran.

“It is”, she promised and smiled. “And… I would like you to meet them. In the end, my parents, they…” She looked down hesitating a little. “They… were friends of your parents.”

Oh…

“They… were?” Shinichi asked and glanced again at her parents. Her mother had turned to speak something with the others.

“Well, at least at school when they were younger”, Ran answered and raised her gaze to meet his again. “And… I… Thought that… since we are… friends and you don’t have many people in your life, so… maybe I can share.”

Share?

“You could take part in our family dinners if you want to, and Sonoko... Well, she is one of her kind, but she is a really nice and heartfelt woman deep down. So if you want, she and her boyfriend probably would welcome you if you want to spend some time with us sometimes." Ran smiled carefully. "You… don't have to be alone.”

Shinichi stared at those orchid eyes which were full of happiness, hope, and excitement. Then he looked at Ran’s parents and her friend, and for a moment, he felt excitement. Well, they would never replace what he had lost, but… The thought of sharing the food with someone else or spending time with other people... Being part of something after ten months...

But what if they don’t like you?

He lowered his head.

“There is nothing lovable in you…”

“I… I don’t know”, he said finally. “Maybe…”

“Just meet them”, Ran interrupted him, before he get it out. Shinichi raised his eyes to her. “Just… If you don’t like them, it’s fine. You don’t have to, okay.” Yet, she smiled. “But meet them with me. At least this one time. Please?”

“But if they don’t… like me?” He asked. Hah, like he ever had cared what other people think about him.

Well, it was before he lost everything.

Ran let out a laugh. “They will like you”, she assured him. Shinichi saw how she glanced at them before turning back to him. “Well, yeah, I know that dad can have you on his sight right now”, she looked away and blushed. “And… Sonoko probably is going to harass you because… you know… But…” She looked at him again. “Just… don’t care about it. Just be yourself and I know they’re going to like you.”

“Be yourself”, Shinichi repeated. Then he smiled. “Oh, you mean being complicated and irritating, right?”

She smiled and rolled her eyes. “Don’t forget that stubborn on that list”, she told him sarcastically.

“Well”, he said. “You are who you hang out with.”

Ran let out a heavy sigh. “I almost want to be angry with you”, she told him while shaking her head.

Shinichi shrugged. Then he felt how she grabbed his hand to hers, making his heart almost explode out from his chest. “Okay, let’s go to meet them before we leave”, she said with a smile and turned. Shinichi didn't really have any other choice than follow her.

Then he stopped, letting his hand slide away from hers, and turned to look behind him.

He looked around, still searching for her appearance. To see if she was still there, if... But as much as he looked, he couldn’t see her. There was no sign that she would have even been here…

It was only your imagination, okay?

Yeah. It must have.

He turned and went after Ran, who had turned to wait for him.

Chapter 13

#ShinRan #The Light in my Nightmares #PTSD!Shinichi #Detective Conan #Darkfic #Hurt/Comfort #Romance #Fanfiction #Shinichi Kudo #Ran Mouri #Chapter 12

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"I don't want to be like this. Please tell me how I can do better."

Thank you so so much for the ask!!! I kinda changed things a bit to fit Aki… But I myself caught the sads, so instead of making Aki’s day worse, i figured this would be nice to write out :3

Aki startled awake, her mind racing. She looked around her room, finding G’raha blessedly asleep beside her, exactly how he had been when she fell asleep. They were in her bedroom at her family’s house, still. Far, far away from that damned tree that haunted her nightmares.

That was all it was. A nightmare.

A nightmare in which Aki was the one to cause the calamity. The one to usher her village inside the only building and lock them in while a meteor struck it. In her nightmare, she laughed.

She wasn’t laughing, though. Perhaps the proximity to where it all happened was causing the nightmares to flare up.

Aki quietly slipped out of bed and out the door, wandering down the stairs into the living room where Constianne sat repairing a broken vase.

“Evening, Kiki!” She greeted cheerfully.

Aki blinked at her a couple times. “I would have thought you’d be in bed.”

Constianne chuckled. “Nah, these are my roaming hours.” Her eyes narrowed as she examined Aki. “…You okay?”

Aki shook her head ‘no.’

“Nightmare again?” Constianne asked.

“How’d you know?”

Her aunt shrugged. “Lucky guess. Grab a blanket- it’s a beautiful night. Want to stargaze with me?”

Aki smiled softly, wasting no time in grabbing a blanket from off the couch large enough for the both of them. They went to the backyard where they found Aki’s favorite stargazing spot.

Constianne wrapped the both of them up in the blanket. Neither said anything for a while. Aki leaned up against her aunt, counting every shooting star. Constianne pulled her even closer, wrapping her arm around the small miqo’te.

“How you feeling?” Constianne eventually asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“Better, from the nightmare at least,” Aki admitted softly. “I just…” She trailed off. “I feel like some sort of a monster. Like that curse my village thought I was. And I don’t want to be like that- Like how I am. I must have done something truly horrible to deserve these dreams…”

Aki looked to Constianne with misty eyes. “Tell me how I get better. I want to prove them all wrong, but I’ve made so many mistakes…”

“Oh, darling…” Constianne squeezed her tightly. “You’ll make mistakes. Lots, in face. Gods know I have. But you cannot let those weigh you down. You gotta get back up and keep trying to be the best you that you can be.”

“Forever?” Aki asked. “That sounds tiring.”

Constianne nodded. “It is. It’s so hard. You won’t ever stop making mistakes. That’s how you learn, Kiki. You fail, you get up and try again. The position you are in makes your mistakes seem a lot bigger… But you’re a normal person, just like everybody else. The only way to get better is to keep trying, and keep trying, and keep trying. There’s always gonna be someone to catch you when you fall, but you must be willing to stand back up and keep going.”

Constianne smiled at Aki. “You aren’t alone in your struggles. All of us have made countless mistakes. You saw me break Florian’s favorite vase earlier, yes?”

She nodded. “You felt so bad. I saw you trying to fix it for him after everyone went to bed, even…”

Constianne grinned. “Exactly! That was my fault. I know how much Florian liked that one. And so, even though I messed up, I tried to fix it. And I know I’m not done- Even if it’s together, it still has cracks and you can see where the glue spilled. But by trying to make things right, I’m a lot better than I was before then. Even if it would have been easier to just throw the pieces away… I wanted to be better than that.”

Aki nodded. “I think I get it.”

Constianne kissed Aki’s hair. “I think you do, too. And I think you’re doing amazing already, sweetheart. You get better and better each day.”

Constianne looked over Aki’s shoulder to see G’raha standing in the doorway. “And, I think you’re being summoned to bed.”

“Are your roaming hours up?” Aki asked as she unraveled herself from the blanket.

“Nah- I have a vase to finish. You get some sleep, okay?”

Aki nodded, giving Constianne one final hug before running over to her fiancé.

#v time bb #aki mitsuo #constianne

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Stella of Essex or The Vicar's Wife Betrayed Series. Chapter 7: Purple Hyacinth

A Fix-It Fanfiction Series of The Essex Serpent

Pairing: some Stella Ransome/William Ransome but focusing on the tragedy of their marriage, eventually Stella Ransome/Male OC

Series Summary: The Essex Serpent is reimagined and told from the perspective of Stella Ransome. And with a new ending. Stella must come to terms with not only her mortality but her husband's heartbreaking affair. A picture of a marriage of love and bliss torn apart by a husband's infidelity. And Stella herself in the center of it all, torn between a wife's duty and her own quiet but present rage. Where in the midst of devastating heartbreak she gains her strength, finds her voice, and dares to seek freedom, hope...and even revenge.

Chapter Summary: In Which, Stella mourns her husband's affair with The Woman. And makes a decision.

Warnings: Eventual Major Character Death, Discussions of Adultery and the Trauma of Being Cheated On, Female Rage, Mentions of Suicide, ANGST, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Mentions of Illness, Victorian era Marriage laws, Religion, Mentions of death and the almost death of a child- but the child doesn't actually die. Greif and Betrayal and Stella grieving and being sad and angry about William cheating (she has every right to be), being Anti-William and Anti-C*ra so if you like them or this pairing you have been warned. Good For Her Plotline

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Chapter Word Count: Less than 5K

Prologue//One//Two//Three//Four//Five//Six

“And I, of ladies most deject and wretched, That suck'd the honey of his music vows, Now see that noble and most sovereign reason, Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh; …O, woe is me T' have seen what I have seen, see what I see!” - Hamlet, Shakespeare, II.I.132

GILDA Ah, these are the loving words... ...the scoundrel spoke once to me!

RIGOLETTO (to Gilda) Hush, weeping can do no good, etc.

GILDA O wretched heart betrayed, do not break for sorrow.- Rigoletto, English Translation

“Such was her affection for him, that she loved him in all places, and was desirous of doing anything for his convenience, credit, and comfort…How much more commendable was the behavior of these women than that of those who rail at their imprudent or incontinent husbands, and by their conduct render that home which before was undesirable, quite hateful, and insupportable!”- Alexander Walker, Woman Physiologically Considered, as to Mind, Morals, Marriage, Matrimonial Slavery, Infidelity, and Divorce.

“And (God) said…Hast thou eaten of the tree, whereof I commanded thee that thou shouldest not eat? And the man said, The woman whom thou gavest to be with me, she gave me of the tree, and I did eat.” Genesis 3:11-12, KJV

I remember shaking.

They finished. they smiled at each other and kissed once more. William and The Woman wandered further into the woods, clutching hands.

My legs gave in beneath me. I caught myself. Doubting everything I saw. Wondering if I was in a nightmare. But it was when I looked down and saw how my knuckles were clenched and I saw the last tail end of William’s tan coat vanish that I knew it was real.

Pulling myself onto the windowsill. Everything seemed to spin as I returned to my- no- our bedroom.

I went to the bookshelf and grabbed one of my journals, one of the older ones. I turned it to the page with the gardenia from years ago. The one William gave to me. His very first gift. The one that gave me hope that maybe he loved me. Keeping it open, I clutched it to my heart.

I couldn’t cry. I hugged onto it tighter on the chair and ducked my head down, squeezing my eyes shut. Then opening them.

I used to love this room. That sacred space where so many beautiful memories and moments. How bitter, sad, dusty, and dark it all looked. The blue walls seemed grey in the dim light. The fireplace was cold and dark. The plates and pillows I decorated looked ugly and gaudy. It was all bitter and haunted and disgusting.

I went over and sat down on the bed. I placed a hand over the covers sweeping through them. It crumpled into a fist as I buried my face into the blankets.

This bed was mine and William’s. The centerpiece of our beautiful little world. It was the bed where our marriage was consummated. Where he used his body to tell mine it loved it. Where our five children were created. The bed where we had our own quiet oasis at the end of each long day. Now it was tainted and abandoned. Once it was dented from his weight and soft from the pressing of his body. Now it felt like a rock, even the blankets felt cold to me.

Did she know everything he promised to me? That he gave me flower seeds and wrote me love letters? That he held my hand as we watched Julianna’s small casket lowering into the ground? That he stayed up late rocking little James to sleep when he cried at night so I could sleep? Did she know what he said to me? That I was his star, his angel? That he made vows before none other than the regional bishop and all Aldwinter that he would be my husband. That he would be mine until death did us part. And he was still alive, and so was I. Sick, weak, dying, but alive.

I turned my face up and saw that we had decorated some of the walls and bookshelves with photos. I traced my hand over the photo of our wedding day- me looking down demurely in a white lacy dress with a bustle and William, then with only a hint of a beard.

There was a photo of me holding little Joanna on the day of her christening- christened by her father! The man who represented and lead none other than the church! Who spoke of morality, what was right and what was wrong, and how to avoid sin.

Then, finally, there was a photo of the five of us- of our three surviving children and us. I and William were seated, Joanna and John in the back and James on the side as the dog sat obediently next to us.

All those happy, peaceful memories and moments were for nothing!

I set down the photos and staggered into his study. His room. The very place where he learned all about how to be a Christian Man and preach it to others. On his desk were the piles of papers. I blinked, and then picked them up, reading them. I found they were not any drafts of a book. No, they were letters. Letters from The Woman. And drafts of letters to The Woman. The dates on the far-left corners were all recent. As early as the week she arrived here.

I read them word for word. There were discussions. Discussions of the Serpent. Of Leviathan. Of the Aldwinter beach. Of Joanna’s antics and Frankie’s. Of faith and science. Then it changed.

The letters were of love. Love. She returned his feelings. The drafts were all confessing the longing in his heart and body for her.

Not for me. Not for his wife. For her.

One letter from her wrote how she noticed how longingly he would look at her at dinner. That she noticed his glances and stares. It was at the very dinner where I made the roast, vegetables, and biscuits in her welcome. I wasn’t even sick then. And I was present.

The letter fell from my hand and I became dizzy, falling onto the chair and clutching onto its arm of it for support. I felt a lump in my throat, but not from blood.

Oh, God! Oh God, what had I done! It was all my fault! I thought it was at most a harmless infatuation, a small thing, nothing more! I had permitted him to dance with her the night of the party! I thought dancing with her would make him happy for a little while after seeing his torment in my condition.

Once, he had a great passion for me. Once, we were making love at the rate of twice a day. Once, we continued to regularly bed each other after the births of five children. Had he…no longer wanted me? Had my ill body now disgusted him? Was that the real source of his grief?

It then struck me. He had made love frequently and passionately to me. The whole time I thought it was for me alone due to its frequency, that I was his wife, and that he loved me.

Oh God, all those years, and now it struck me how naïve I had been! How come I not realized something about William this whole time? Fourteen years of marriage to him, and yet it never struck me the truth about him!

His weakness was lust!

That was his sin. That was the one closest to his heart and the one that made him twitch and struggle. That was his Achilles Heel.

Had I realized that sooner, I would not have allowed him an inch near The Woman. I would object and insist he avoids her partnership to search for The Serpent. I would not have sent him to the dance with her. I had given a hungry wolf a key to a den full of plump and injured sheep without thinking he would bite into one.

I crumpled the paper beneath my hand and set it down. I bit down on my tongue to keep from screaming until I tasted blood from it.

Were there more letters he was hiding from me? All this time? Had there been others before she arrived?

She, she, she, she…I never considered myself an angry, spiteful person. Not until now. I knew now how it was to truly hate. I had not a single redeeming thing I could think of The Woman. I wondered if I could even have the heart to look at her. I hated every bit of her. I felt a wave of anger and pure hatred I had not dared feel in ages. Even if Joanna admired her. Even considering her past, even if her husband beat and choked her, I felt no pity for her anymore. Cruel fantasies entered my mind. I wished that her husband killed her long before she set foot in Aldwinter. I wanted to slap her pretty face until it bruised. I began thinking of the truly awful, horrible things I could scream and hurl at her.

Yet I sat there, hands shaking.

I opened another drawer of William’s desk. I pulled out papers, scanning to see if there were any more letters or letters from any others before. And in the bottom of the middle drawer, I found a small hunting pistol. And bullets. I put it in my hands, filling one bullet into the gun.

Perhaps I should end it. End my suffering. Stop waiting for the consumption to take its final toll and get it over with. I should let him be free. Let him be happy. Let him finger her against a tree as many times as it pleased him. Let them walk on beaches and dance and father her children and live in his house in his bed and go to church and cook and clean for him as I once did.

3. Support him in his emotions without complaint

Or perhaps, this was the wrong method. Maybe I should pick a suicide more poetic. One only he would know of so he would know the severity of his betrayal. I would leave a note pinned to me and then fill my pockets with heavy stones, find his secret pond, and keep walking into the waters.

But…maybe if I did, then there was the risk that I would go to hell. Then, for all my work, devotion, and sacrifices for William, I would be damned, and he would get away with it and continue his affair now that I was out of the way.

Why should he be the free one and not I? Why could he take a lover and I could not? Why could he destroy our marriage vows and not I? Why should I be the one sent to hell after a life of faithful service and him the one to survive in sin?

Most of all, why should he be the one to live and I the one to die?!

I placed the gun down on the desk.

I opened the window for some air. And in a distance away-I saw him. Her son. The Woman’s son. Frankie. Sitting on the grass, Quietly looking out into the sky and the view of the town.

I picked up the gun and felt the gunpoint out the window at him.

Yes, part of me whispered. It’s perfect. He is right there. Frankie.

I could easily do it. One small movement of a finger and everything would change. If that is what William could do- move his finger and ruin everything, then so could I.

It would be worse than killing The Woman. Worse because She would live to suffer through it.

And oh, after such pleasure, she would suffer. Yes, she would suffer immensely. Her choice would bring her suffering for her sin, rather than the mercy of death. If she stole William from me, then I would steal Frankie from her. William proved my deepest, most silent fear true. She was better than me. Everything I could not be. But in this, The Woman and I would finally be equal. She would know the pain I felt in losing my husband with the pain she would feel for losing Frankie. In blood, she brought him forth and in blood, I would take him back.

I slowly walked closer. Frankie never noticed me and kept on picking at the weeds in the grass, face turned away.

My finger reached for the trigger. But I could not pull it. It trembled in my hand. I found tears were starting to flow from my eyes and my teeth were gritted.

Frankie turned around to look at the sky, his face in profile. Such bright, curious eyes. My children have bright curious eyes.

I lowered the gun and returned it to its drawer, shutting it. I closed the window.

How could I? How could I even consider such a horrible thing? What if someone did that to James, Joanna, or John? It was as if I almost murdered one of my own! Why should Frankie, an innocent boy, be the one punished for the sins committed by his mother?

I walked down the stairs. Not even the dog was around.

Without William, without my children, without my parents, without my siblings, without the clergy, without the people of Aldwinter…who was I?

I was alone. Truly, truly alone.

I then walked outside. My garden was dead and bare. Nothing but brown dirt and withered plants.

I walked around the house and off to where the woods began. I could see the attic window high up. I knew which tree it was. I had a feeling. I walked across the small field and into the woods. I approached the tree. The tree where they made love. I took off my blue ribbon and tied it around a branch on the tree.

As I walked further, I kept thinking of her- her with her red dress, her pale skin, and most of all her hair.

That was what William wanted! He didn’t a woman like me at all he wanted someone like her! Like her! Even with hair like her!

In a fury I ripped off the pins of my hair and threw them to the ground, loosening my hair, making it loose since that was how she wore it! If I had only worn my hair like hers, let each strand fall, perhaps William would have never strayed from my bed!

I hated it- I hated my hair, it wasn’t hers. I hated my sick body- it wasn’t her healthy, open, available one. I hated my character and interests- it wasn't her character and interests. I hated everything about myself- because it wasn’t hers. I hated myself since I wasn’t her.

I kept walking down, feeling my hair free and moving with the small breeze, not caring for the bitter cold. I embraced it. Anything was warmer than William Ransome’s marriage bed. I staggered onto a tree, out of breath, holding onto the branch, clutching it.

I let out a scream. I had not screamed since I was in labor for James. Birds flew away. I wondered if anyone heard me. But no one came.

Then finally, I sobbed. Not the quiet tears I had over almost murdering Frankie True, big, loud, violent sobs. I cried and cried

I then let go of the branch and collapsed onto the grass and dirt. I curled up into it like an animal or a child. And I cried more. Cried and cried and cried and sobbed and wailed and cried, face hot, tears everywhere, my body shaking from how deep they were. I was gulping for air in between sobs only to cry some more.

I cried for William, the generous, kind, handsome, open-minded, gentle, religious, and loving husband I met, knew, loved, and married. The William who made little jokes. The William who took morning walks and would show me the pebbles he found after. The William who spoiled me with gifts swam with me in a pond and said he loved me. How I thought that since he was a priest, he was a good man.

I cried for the old William I missed and this new William I just discovered. I cried for how this side of William was always there inside him only I was too stupid to realize it.

I cried about our wedding. I cried for our dances. I cried for our holidays I cried for the church, his church, his ministry, and the years I poured into helping it and its people for nothing.

I cried for the five children I brought into the world from him and yet despite the years of having them inside me and the great pain of labor and the risk of death on my part just to bring even them into the world, that that wasn’t enough for him. I cried for how the surviving children would have to learn that their father no longer loved their mother but someone else.

I cried for how I was now abandoned to die of consumption. I cried from how unfair it was. I cried for our dinners, the laundry, the meals, the garden, the list I followed, and everything I did for him and how it was all in vain.

Most of all, I cried that I wasn’t enough for him.

I felt the last sob escape me. Then there was no urge to cry. There was silence. Only the birds and the rustling of the trees.

I got up and leaned against the tree. I coughed out a little bit and saw that there was some blood on my hand. I wiped it off onto my white nightgown on the skirt. If a hunter or wanderer discovered me, I wouldn’t care. But what was I even to do?

Could I go back into that cold bed and stay there? Alone as he would go into the forest and roll around in the grass with The Woman? To pretend that I didn’t know and didn’t care? To pretend I approved? To pretend to my children and the clergy that I wasn’t devastated? To even die like this? To have fourteen years of my life as the wife of a vicar for nothing? To have my final moments be that alone, unwanted, and most of all, unloved by the man I married?

1. No matter what, you must overall support your husband in his ministry, friendship, and partner with him for a loving home atmosphere.

I blinked out of my thoughts as a crow let out his caw above me. Looking down, I noticed there were seven blue wildflowers.

It was still winter. Yet…here they were alive and blooming. Despite the coldness and death, they survived. I plucked one from the ground and twiddled it in my fingers, I placed it in my hair to feel it. Then as I plucked another one, I felt a tranquility wash over me. Just as it did when I found blue wildflowers at Julianna and Josephine’s graves.

I recalled losing my daughters. I recalled the dream I had after their deaths. I recalled what I heard them say.

“Save yourself, Mama.”

I remembered William’s words after the doctor’s fatal announcement. “She always was too good for this world.”

I could be good, saintly, perfect, and die.

Or live.

And I wanted to live.

I now knew what I had to do.

It would be hard. So, help me it would be hard. One part of it would be the hardest of all. But it would be worth it, I resolved. No matter how sick I fell. No matter if this was my last day or hour. I would no longer tolerate this.

I got up, and on the path back to the Ransome house, I passed the tree with the blue ribbon. I stared at it for a second. Before I acted on my plan, there was one thing that had to be done.

I walked to the front yard. The axe was still against the tree stump. I picked it up. It was heavy with my weakened arms, but my fury gave me strength, and resolve tightened my grip on the handle.

I returned to the tree with the blue ribbon. The tree where The Woman and William consummated their affair.

I picked up the axe and slammed the blade against the wood. I kept hacking it again and again and again. A sick, frail woman is no woodsman, but I kept at it. Grunts and even yells escaped my mouth. Let all Aldwinter hear me. I didn’t care. They all would know what he did eventually.

The tree could not be chopped down by me, it was far too thick and sturdy. But now it was marked. Weakened. Made ugly. Enough that when he returned, along with my ribbon, he would know what I thought of him coupling with The Woman.

I returned inside and upstairs. I got a coat and a bag that I slung over my shoulder. Any cash I could find I pocketed.

I was going to leave. I was going to get out of there. I was going to get out of the house and never look back. Even in my sickness, if I had to crawl out, I would do it. I would not stay in this house with him.

I went into William’s study. I took every letter to and from The Woman I could find and stuffed it into my bag. If it was of The Serpent or of Passion, if it was one from her or a draft of how he ached for her, I placed it in there. I would need them. No one would believe my words alone and he would no longer have a scrap of her. Not after he was writing and reading them as I lay coughing blood in the other room.

There was one thing this would mean. It made me tear up again at the thought.

14. Raise healthy, well-balanced children and be present for them.

I had to leave my children with him. They were gone and should they arrive, I wasn’t sure I would take them with me or that they would even want to leave the house. If I had the strength in my body to care for them and carry them off with me, I would. But I did not.

Besides, even if I did, consumption or no consumption, by law, they were his children. Not mine. A swift visit of the police or a lawyer and they would be taken from me to him. It would be a pointless battle.

And yet- I didn’t have to abandon them in my heart or my love. Despite how I sobbed at the thought of leaving them, I knew what the alternative was. And I knew they had a roof over their head, clothes, and food. I may have to forego being a wife, but I didn’t have to forego being a mother.

I took out three pieces of paper from the study. I wiped the tears off my white sleeve before they could drop onto the ink. On the first one, I wrote:

“John, James, My darlings,

I am not staying here. Know I will always love you and care for you. I will always make sure you are fed, clothed, and loved. You shall find your mother at Fanny’s. You may always come there and see me and ask something of me should you need it. Anything!

I cannot stay here with your father anymore. Ask him why.

Love,

Your mama.”

I placed it on John’s bed. On the second one, I wrote,

“Joanna, My love,

Your father has committed the amorous rite with another woman. He no longer loves me; he loves her instead.

I will be at Fanny’s should you need me. But I will no longer tolerate how your father has betrayed me. I cannot stay with him anymore. Your father will not be welcome at Fanny’s, but you and your brothers will be. I love you, my Jojo, and I will always take care of you. Find me at Fanny's if you wish to speak or need anything from me.

Love,

Your mother.”

I placed it on her bed.

Then, I finished one final letter. I walked into his bedroom. I found the journal with the page with the gardenia still on that cold bed. I ripped off the page and placed it there next to the letter.

It was the shortest one. The final letter read:

“Dear William,

My deathbed will not be one shared by an unfaithful husband.

Take care of the children.

- Stella.”

I took off my wedding ring and placed it on my- no, his blue pillow.

I thought of the outside. I remembered our walks by the pond and our swimming in it early in our marriage. Of our picnics and walks by the nearby ocean.

The ocean. The sea. The sea is inevitable. The sea is full of danger. The sea may delight and drown. The sea kills thirsty men who drink its salty waters. The sea never ends in its length or depth. The sea hides and houses the Leviathan. The sea was where had I chosen differently now or been less careful in the past, I could have drowned. The sea destroys.

But what of me? Me floating above- swimming in this and trying not to drown, while I was on land?

I recalled my own name, written down on the first page of the flower journal- Stella. Stella, of course, means Star.

Stars seem so small up in the sky. Glowing despite all the dark. Giving light to the night sky so that any lost traveler can find safety. Their light and dust are said to glimmer. Stars are called beautiful. They seem like such tiny, fragile things. We mimic them on paper and put them on Christmas trees. We paint them. We decorate dresses with them and make jewels in their shapes. We aspire to them and call people we admire after them- "stars." They are there to be looked at. Beautiful, but distant. Miniscule. Weak.

But if I accurately recalled what science I learned from Joanna's reading, stars are not small at all when you look at them. They are actually large. The sun itself is a star too. Even as they die, they become black holes and entrap and vanquish all who cross them. Stars are full of fire. Fire warms. Fire burns. Fire destroys. Fire spreads. Fire does not go down without a fight.

I knew which part of my name I had to become now. Maybe it was always there and asleep until then.

I looked around the house and upstairs. Goodbye house, I spoke silently. Goodbye kitchen was full of many meals. Goodbye children running up and down the stairs. Goodbye family dinners and parlor gatherings. Goodbye attic. Goodbye, the counter's I've cleaned hundreds of times. Goodbye nursery. Goodbye blue collection, my pretty pillows, pebbles, and plates- you aren't mine, you're his. Goodbye chairs and desks. Goodbye bed that was so warm when I first laid down on it and now promised nothing but heartbreak until death. Goodbye morning walks with William. Goodbye, false kisses, caresses, and promises. Goodbye picnics, games, books, questions, mud, scolding, and so much more of this old, lying life!

Above all, goodbye William. May sleeping with her be worth it.

I went downstairs, walked out the door, and left the Ransome house.

Outside, the sun was setting into twilight. I had to go while it was both dark and light.

I forced my eyes forward to town. I didn't look back. I never returned.

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the adventure ones for emil?

True Name. What is their name's meaning, origin, etc?

He is my self insert and my middle name is Emiliene. So Emil. It means 'Rival' though which is fun. Baudelaire however means 'short sword' and is a direct reference to the fact they're a family of royal guards.

Portal. What is a crossover you've done/thought about for this character?

Flamechasers au,,,, Emil takes the place of Griseo(albeit he's still an adult), as "Preserver". The AU is obviously very sad.

Softly. Describe one of their dreams, good or bad (with proper warnings).

Emil has mostly nightmares. His most common one is being in a replica of his family home, but its pitch black and he's stumbling through the dark hearing his sisters' screams but no matter how hard he tries to find them, he can't.

Metamorphosis. Has this character evolved/changed since you first conceptualized them?

Well he started solely as a self insert and now he has his own traits and personality outside of me! So there's that :D

Treasure. What is something they like/love?

Alcohol.. Writing... Poppies.

Home. Describe their relationship with someone in their family, friend group, with a QPP, a romantic interest, etc.

His relationship with Laure is so wholesome. His lesbian best friend who went "hmm i don't think you're straight or cis" only for him to go "whaaaat? fake..." before taking an arrow for her lmao. Absolute best friends!

Role Model. Did you take inspiration from another character when creating them?

yeah bitch ME

Laughter. What is their sense of humor, or lack thereof? (Bonus: What does their laugh sound like?)

Gallows humour fr.. His jokes can be a bit dark cause he pulls from his trauma or life.. His giggle is very cute, breathy.

Flashback. Describe one of their memories, good or bad (with proper warnings).

Laying in the poppy field near his house, Mitch braiding poppies into his hair while Alexis runs around the field collecting the "best" flowers for them.

Core. How is their true nature different from (or similar to) how they are portrayed to others?

Emil often loses track of himself. He's not sure who he is at times. It makes a "true nature" and a "portrayed nature" very difficult to distinguish. He's different with every person he talks to, sometimes.

Origin Story. Are they a completely original character, a fan character, or something else?

I mean he's a genshin oc but he's fully his own dude in some medias so..

Plot. How do/would they fit into the overall plot of their source?

He's honestly more of a side character for the Fontaine storyline.. His family would be somewhat important/mentioned in the storyline and you'd meet Emil elsewhere and connect him and his story to the side quest in Fontaine.

Quest. What is a personal goal, duty, etc of theirs?

His duty is to protect the people of Teyvat. Whether that be against themselves or against Gods. He's a defender.

Wanderer. Describe an aspect of their world/setting they interact with.

Some treasure hoarders in Liyue will mention a "dark haired stern faced man" in a certain side quest ^^

#☾*✲⋆. Essence of Myrrh #From The Fate ; Ash #⋆｡°✩ Emil

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This is a hard job and the more like a pressure to do things in the can hardly get out of bed already they have trouble at work and they work swing shifts if I have a business I trying to accommodate them they're having swing shifts less hours less work weekdays for higher ups they can come in once a day unless and it works for a while and then they wander off or they go do something or they turn violent but there are reasons and you can see it here a little bit really not in the pictures and not in the storyline but you can see it in the posters face. These are our places and there are people and they work at hard day and they work with us and it's hard to work with us LOL but they stock the shelves and they keep us happy and we have our snacks and we watch our programs and we go to work as much as we can and now those places are neglected very badly and we can't get it up to get them fixed and people are being very mean and these places are going empty and me as we're not here anymore and I think they're sending a message we're not in Texas anymore and it is a strong one if that's what it is but I was used to feel sad about it and people are saying that they're eating their way and then things like that there was a bunch of that but I'm not really sure how much they really do

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They weren't really doing that revolution that way people were leaving their jobs and it was Max and they thought they were displacing them and killing them and winning and they're not knowing who was doing it and they didn't say anything cuz they didn't want to get hurt but they're taking credit for it and these guys the top have to do stuff to defend himself and they thought they were harming us when it was his clan leaving. And yeah we were evacuating but his clan would get her occasionally but they were wicked and went after the max they do need but really it's far less than when we think and others are doing it as well but a lot more the max we're doing it like 30% and these guys probably 20% which is a lot but they increased when they had to hide it made it very dangerous for us and we had to hit Max in them and they just kind of didn't make it and they were going after each other mostly they're becoming Max about 15% of it with them becoming Max another percentage career so or more was minority morlock and they're going after minorities and other and it really was not a lot on general society like everybody says there was a bunch of it in periods but they would try to stay somewhere and it's a problem and we were forced to move in but that's besides the point truth be told they are on the general populace about 5%, and yeah there was a bunch of it but increased when they're in trouble and mainly they're doing it to each other just fine take stuff and it became a nightmare but our son's race was sought out and any they were partial Nexus but you know his clean evacuated and fooled everybody and we did too and we used their exit a different strategy but they left and the girl is minority mohawk no but she looks it and but the story should be told and a lot of them were never into it and the max are pushing it and pushing it and still are for cover in a very evil it is sad they would get the groceries and they'll get their supplies and they go to work and they go to school and they go to the park and they go to the museums like everybody else and they would have favorite music and ride the scooters around and meet their friends at the Burger joint but really those days have ended for a lot of them and things are very dark and there's a lot more meat eating and you go to the islands and they don't do it much there because there's no point and they're going below in a war but it's not huge yet so they're evacuating and they're sad about leaving their home and we have a lot of trouble with them here they're very ornery they're trying to have their people do stuff and really they can't do it out there they keep telling them to shut up and they're not communicating it's a it's a mess in a nightmare because of it they're afraid if they tell them something they'll try to creative stuff because that's what they do

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