#in his death...went to flames. and he couldnt do anything of it

[ladyofthebears]

Okay! Here is the sneak peek y’all voted for, for my fic coming out soon. I decided that said sneak peek will be my entire Prologue chapter. The formatting is a lil odd rn, and please tell me if you have any notes thus far. Love y’all and without further ado, here is my prologue

JACAERYS i

The first thing Jacaerys Velaryon felt was cold. A kind of cold that chills you to your bones, a cold that takes days to fully escape your body again.

The other thing he felt was pain.

Not a physical pain, but a pain firmly planted behind his temples radiating across his skull. It was not a simple pain but rather one of emptiness. It whispered of something that wasn’t there anymore; A gaping wound behind his eyes that leaked sadness and despair and most of all loneliness into his barely conscious brain.

Beyond his own head, jace could hardly feel anything but numb, his body cold and wet, his hands half fisted against splintered wood and sand. He was rocking, slowly and steadily, like he used to watch Harwin and his father do for Luke and Joffrey. Back and forth, over and over as he had seen so many times, lulled to sleep by the movement of his fathers arms as they rocked his brothers to sleep.

Sleep- he couldnt sleep now, he needed to get up. He didnt know why but it was as though the pain in the back of his head was screaming for him to get up.

He tried to lift his own eyelids but it was as though they both weighed tons. He was alone in the dark, with something ebbing in and out against his cheek over and over. When jace had been small enough to still be permitted to curl into his mothers arms, he used to press his ear to her sternum and listen to the rhythmic sound that vibrated through her whole body and into his. Maybe this was death- emptiness with the constant comfort of his mother’s beating heart to lull him to his eternal sleep. Jacaerys thought he wouldn’t mind if that’s all death was, an old familiar lullaby before a final rest.

But the thought of his mother made the loneliness in his mind twinge like a newly scabbed wound, pulling uncomfortably as his body shifted against it.

Then suddenly, all he could see was the shoreline before him. His eyes were crusted and stung in the spray of the ocean, but he could unmistakably see the beach who used to run on with his father and brother and-

His brother

His baby brother

Lucerys

Everything came crashing back to him at once- His grandsires death and visenya and Aemond murdering his brother and Jace trying to take Aegon and Viserys away to safety.

The emptiness in his brain stung again, ringing slowly drowning out the crashing waves as he tried to touch the frayed edges of the broken bridge in his mind.

He had never been completely alone before- Vermax had always been there, on the edge of his consciousness, with his flairs of joy at feeding times and burst of annoyance at either the chains or the dragon keepers or the other hatchlings.

But he was gone.

And Luke was gone.

And so was his Grandsire- and everyone else.

His fathers and his aunt and gods, Egg and little Viserys. They were all gone, and he was here, lying in the sands on the beaches he used to roam before it all went up in flames.

He was alone, in every possible way, for the first time in his life.

Maybe it made him weak, but in that moment, Jace could feel his lips tremble as they once did when he was a child. The salt on his tongue tasted sharper and more metallic, as he finally cried out in anguish.

He had lost everything- and now he lost his dragon. The only thing making him a true targaryen in anyones eyes. The only thing that made him more then the snide whispers at court and the pointed remarks from Alicent and her brood.

His knees buckled as they hit the slopping sand leading to the beaches, but as he went to catch himself on his hands, the numbness that once occupied his body was gone all at once. A new pain joined the one already consuming his mind, but this pain was different it was sharp and tangible and oh-

His stared down at the piece of wood pinned to his chest as he awkwardly pushed himself up, his arms splayed wide as he rose onto his knees in the ebbing tides.

The sharp pain rushed through him again- pulsing like a live flame, burning through his body. It was all he could do to keep from buckling back over again.

Tentatively he pulled at the wood and with a soft, wet noise, it fell away to reveal what was keeping it pinned.

He slowly reached his right hand up to the arrow protruding from just above his collar bone.

Fuck

He may not be a maester or a medic by any means but even he knew an arrow anywhere was bad.

He had to get it out of him- he had to get it out of him and find a ship, or his grandfather, or better yet Baela. He had to go find Egg and Viserys.

Jace knew he wasnt strong like his mother- he could not be split open from the inside out for hours on end only to smile down at the being that pushed its way through him so violently. He wasnt strong like Daemon either, he saw his burns and how they pulled against his skin as he moved, pink and raw even after years of healing. He wasnt even strong like Lucerys, he couldnt face his certain death and march forward. He was just Jacaerys Velayron- just Jace, and in this moment he never felt weaker.

But he knew he had to be brave. He had to be Strong.

Jaces hand quaked as he wrapped his fingers around the shaft of the arrow, barely fitting his fist under the point.

He knew enough to know the only way an arrow came out was to go through. And he knew what he needed to do. Gritting his teeth and steeling his nerves, Jacaerys yanked the arrow forward with all his might.

The arrow came free- flying from his wet hand and landing on the sand in front of him with a sickening thud.

And then all Jacaerys knew was a familiar black.

#house of the dragon #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #baela targaryen #helaena targaryen #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #dance of the dragons #jacaerys velaryon #daemon targaryen #vermax #viserys ii targaryen #aegon iii targaryen #harwin strong #lucerys velaryon #quite a few people mentioned #idk #i hope yall like it #i am v nervy

[rivertalesien]

Thank you for more Lexa I miss discussing her! SO MUCH of what went wrong because Jroth couldnt be consistent made such a mess after season 2 Lexa made no sense her world made no sense but haha heres a little romance for a hot min bye

You're welcome. I'm always up for talking Lexa/Clexa etc.

And you know, I'm not a hater on writers who want to world-build and dream up bigger scenarios and have fun, but that man had no idea how to keep anything together and I'm not sure it was entirely accidental. Did neither he nor his team pay any attention to each season as it went by and just kept writing themselves into one corner after another? Instead of world-building, they dug one hole after another.

Imagine just *throwing it out there* that the Grounders allowed themselves to be led by children who would fight to the death, when their blood type is the rarest there is? Who would just say, oh yeah, there's a thing in her neck and has been since day one but we forgot to mention that so just ignore it until we find a use for it.

The moron spent an entire season just passing it around and making a joke of it while affirming Lexa still lived within it.

And then, to get to the end, after all the places and people they meet with technology that was invented before the Ark went up (and remember how Becca never made the argument to the Ark crew that her "black blood" was just "blood alteration" to help people survive extreme environments and would have been beneficial to them? But JR hadn't come up with "blood alteration" at that point. It was just a cool black blood gimmick), with tech that would have allowed them to download the Flame's inhabitants to either new bodies or even a database, but no, at the last minute, it has to be shot and destroyed.

People were so happy about seeing "Lexa" in the finale they ignored that JR shot her a second time and it wasn't an accident.

Like he played with that little blue nugget for four years, did nothing meaningful with it except exploit fans' desire to see Lexa again (the real queerbaiting), then killed her. Again.

There was something really rotten about how the CW/Mark Pedowitz kept openly supporting him and giving him a full run with that show even after it fell off the ratings charts, even after the constant critical drubbing following season three. There was no reason to give this inexperienced ahole such a prime gig or keep him on after he'd blown it. They could have handed it to just about anyone else. Someone who actually gave a shit.

I think one of the reasons why Clexa fan fiction is, over all, so good, is that fan writers worked so hard to undo that incredible mess and create a story (ies) that would do them justice. It wasn't *just* for fun or sexy times, but a real effort to re-create something that could have been one of the great queer-centered shows.

That's why it hurts to see someone like Eliot Laurence with all he did to bring Motherland to life and he got short-changed by the network, no chance to prove how good it could be. Rothenberg gets someone else's work to run into the ground with more episodes, probably more money, and one renewal after another and he turned it into one of the most massive, depressing homophobic experiences.

With only a few episodes for one last season (and having to deal with one of his leads being off work due to an accident), Laurence has kept "Raylla" and to a lesser extent, "Talder" very much front and center and isn't messing with anyone. He gives a shit.

I really hope he gets another chance.

Rothenberg can vanish.

#questions #lexa #clexa #the 100 #jason rothenberg #eliot laurence #motherland: fort salem

[ycurkxng-a]

Final Dance.

Characters: (Post Coasty) Dean King, Retalon, Enrique Cosla

Warnings: N/A

Heavy, thumping footsteps went along the stone floor that made up the foundation of the building. Only two men were worthy enough to find themselves in it's walls, and one owned it. Of course, if one had really wanted to, he could have set traps to stop the other from getting inside and going up its floors to find him.

The leader of a crumbling army, Enrique, had been hiding out inside, trying to plan out his next moves. His entire militia had been destroyed by a small but growing rebellion, there was only one soldier that mattered out of the numbers. The Masked Butcher.

Not one of them could have expected that the rebellion would find the bastard, much less resurrect him to fight for them. The fact he fought alongside them was even more shocking, no one knew why he was doing it, no one except for him.

This was it. This was his retribution, his good deed to carry into the afterlife, the thing he'd be able to look back on with pride in his chest and a smile on his face. He didn't have that before, he had a hole through his heart and eyes spotted with tears, it was like that for years upon years. Now was his one and only chance to make things right, and he'd be damned if he didn't seize the opportunity by the throat.

Obviously that wasn't the only reason he was doing this, hell, if it were he wouldn't be preparing himself for death. But Dean knew how this would go, it could only end in two ways, and he didn't survive either. Luckily for him, there wasn't time to think about it as he grew closer to his destination.

Approaching the doorway, Dean could've sworn he felt a heartbeat increasing in his chest, despite the lack of both. Possibly a phantom feeling, but it wasn't enough to slow him down. If anything, it made him move faster. He would not be stopped by a feeling that wasn't real, not when he'd finally gotten this far.

Enrique's head snapped up as he heard the doors open, there he stood. The masked butcher, the terror of the plains, the maniac. His presence alone was intimidating even to him, causing his hand to shake slightly as he tightened his grip on his enchanted sword.

Dean moved forward and stood still, letting the doors shut behind him. His eyes stared straight at Enrique, despite the sun shining into them through the large, open windows. As he glared, the leader began to speak.

"I always knew it would end like this," he began, taking a step forward. "-two titans among men. Well, it's just a shame you couldnt-"

"Shut the fuck up... and fight me goddamnit."

Beat.

"Fine then."

With that, the fight had begun.

Both rushed forward, Dean swung his dominant hands sword first, purposely aiming it higher. Once Enrique ducked, he lowered his left arm and cut straight across his chest with the sword in that hand. He yelped in pain and jumped back, glancing down for just a moment to take note of his wound.

Nothing fatal, although Dean had been trying to cut higher and cut his throat in the process. There was no time to think about that, he had to roll with it and go from there. No time to think. Just fight. Don't think. Fight.

The moment that thought cut off, Dean attacked. His left arm was raised up high with the blade pointed downwards to be quickly blocked and knocked out of his hand with a chop at his wrist, the force of it alone making him drop it to the floor. That was followed with a retaliating stab through his jacket. It tore it open, and was further sliced as Enrique tore his sword upwards in an attempt to cut him open.

With nothing to cut, the sword only got stuck in Dean's ribcage, it hurt like nothing he'd ever felt before, oddly enough. Eyes widened as he saw just why the killer started covering up more and more, there was no flesh. He stared for too long however, and he was kicked back. The blade ripped out of Dean's bone, and a feeling of intense flames began to spread throughout the point of contact.

Enchanted.

Typical. No matter.

Their battle continued on, slashes and dodging, blocks and stabs, it became evident they were evenly matched. It was the first time either had experienced it, for Enrique it was terrifying, for Dean?

It was enough to make him feel alive, determination soaring through him and shrieking out, forcing his aching and cut bones to keep fighting, he wouldn't fail. He COULDN'T fail. The masked butcher died here, yes, but he wouldn't fall alone.

The killer hadn't noticed his apparel being torn apart with every successful attack Enrique pulled off, slowly but surely revealing more of his skeletal figure. Despite that, he continued with no pause, striking twinges of fear into Enriques heart.

Metal clashing against metal rang through their ears with each blocked attack and following riposte, Dean somewhat wished he had brought someone else up here with him. But he couldn't put someone else in harm's way, especially when he knew he could handle the bastard on his own.

Dean and Enrique's swords finally swung together and landed against one another, and they stared down one another. Enrique continued the fight, pushing his whole body weight forward and making Dean stumble back. He moved fast to disarm him, hitting near the base of Dean's blade and forcing it out of his weakened grip.

What ensued was too fast for even Dean to comprehend, he could slightly get that a sword was swung at him he, he grabbed onto it and got his legs kicked out from under him, sending him straight to the floor.

He laid there, staring up at the male. Deans body hurt too much to keep going, and it seemed that Enrique knew that. His enchanted sword and the already weak state his opponent was in had allowed him to overcome and put him down.

But he didn't understand just how far Dean would go to make sure he didn't go alone.

As he watched Enrique turn around and try to walk away, he reached out and gripped onto his left ankle. Dean pulled back, and he fell to the floor with him with a shouted curse as his face slammed against it.

"You dumb bastard-!" He gasped out as Dean crawled on top of him, holding him down with one hand, and using his free arm to wrap around his throat. "You cant kill me!" Enrique growled, trying to thrash against Dean to break free. "Maybe I can't.. but the 10 pounds of explosives that are going to blow us both to Hell WILL."

"WHAT?! NO- NO! LET GO OF ME!"

The panic was delicious, practically being devoured by him as he continued to hold him down. Almost like clockwork, he could hear the sounds of fuses sizzling slowly from outside. Tara didn't wait, just as he told her to.

It was only seconds that they had left, but their feelings were drastically different in the moments left of their life.

Enrique was filled with fear, he didn't want to die. He didn't think this is how it would end for him, this shouldn't have been how he went. Enrique kept fighting, he was either stupid enough or cocky enough to think he could beat the masked butcher, and this is how it would end as a result.

Dean was ready. He was content with this, he'd die doing what he always did, fighting. But it would be for a different reason, he'd die for the good and safety of others. For once in his life, he didn't fight out of hatred and rage, he fought out of love and empathy. He was ready to go, it was his time.

The explosions from the TNT lining around the foundation of the building roared and ripped their way through it, it all came tumbling down, bringing the two down with it. The last things Dean felt against his bones was the scorching heat of the flames, and then the crushing of the rubble above him.

Death had taken him once more, and he'd welcomed it with open arms.

#something productive. thats rare for you ;art + drabbles; #THE RETURN ;Post Coasty;

[beann-e]

Haikyu! Characters With A Shy Manager

Inarizaki Boys With A Shy Manager

tw” joke about ‘offing’ ones self & also overbearing parents

Read Part One Here

osamu

-osamu is someone who’s laidback and doesn’t show his anger much except for when his brother pisses him off and right now Atsumu was nearing the edge of his brothers patience

“ I don’t care what you do as long as your happy “

“ if thats what you want to do then who are we to stop you “

your eyes traveled as you watched osamus mouth quirk up in a small smile before turning into a frown at his brothers face

His body ignoring him and looking to you awaiting your answer his eyes speaking as if your words could change his decision

“ uh I— I don’- “

“ who cares what yer think “ atsumus voice came out in a yell as he turned to his brother

“ are you stupid why would you leave all of this — why would you throw all of this away “ he moved to point to everything in the gym and the balls that sat idle after a match theyd just played and won

“ this can provide for a family — life after high school ‘samu and you want to “

his face came up in confusion “ and you want to leave it all for a restaurant how — why— why would that make sense to you — it’s stupid “

you felt your body go slack as your face dropped into a pout at atsumu’s claims . Throughout all the times you’d seen them argue this had to be the biggest one you’d ever seen take place in front of the team.

You felt horrible your mouth wanted to open to try to protect osamu seeing as he was the only one who put effort into trying to speak with you.

Ever since you joined the team no one could really understand why you were so quiet except for osamu who would sit next to you during breaks and lunches that he’d share his food with you after you finished the bento box he’d made you

your heart tore as you watched him look to the ground ‘ just say something ‘samu please if this is what you want then tell him — it’s your life ‘

“ have you ever stopped and thought about how this may just be what you want ‘tsumu “

atsumus yells stopped as he heard his brothers voice and head pop up to target him

“ maybe this isn’t something I feel my talents are best used for “

he stood with his eyebrows furrowed in determination “ I like food — it makes me happy just like volley’ makes you so — I don’t care if it’s hard and not as easy as volleyball is for me right now —I want to do what my minds telling me to do “

he huffed “ and that’s to cook and open my own restaurant“

he moved to walk over to his brother to get closer with both his words and body “ and don’t you ever yell at them like that again you probably made them piss their pants “

he calmed himself down as he looked his brother in the eyes “ if your nice now “ he huffed out putting his arms into a hold across his chest “ maybe I might just give you a free meal when I open my restaurant “

Everyone’s body turned in shock and fear when they looked behind them to see your body shaking mouth being ripped open with a calming laugh as you clutched at you stomach

Everything seemed to slow in the gym as osamu watched your body ripple with the loud laugh that came out. Wondering how you’d held it inside for so long seeing as this was the first time anyone heard you laugh

“ y-y/n why — why are you laughing “

“ how can you laugh at a time like this we’re fighting“ Atsumus voice had calmed down in a state of panic at your new behavior

“ because osuma said you not gonna get any food“ you smiled “ and I know right now you don’t care but I bet when you get older and you see his amazing restaurant with a long line in front your gonna wish you’d sucked it up in this moment so you can take that free plate “

osamus mouth itched as his wide eyes squeezed shut at your bright smile his mouth opening before he could stop himself “ if you believe in me so much please believe I could keep you fed if you date me “

your body froze as everyone now turned in fear from you to osamu

“ Will I get rice for lunch everyday “ you giggled

“ i’ll make you anything you want out of rice if that’s what you like — i’ll even make you a wedding ring out of rice “

you laughed as you shook your head in a yes form “ as long as the foods included and you never give up on your dreams — no matter who believes in them “

your voice was soft “ then yes i’ll date you osamu “

you watched as he smiled widely sticking his tounge out at his brother “ oh now it’s really fuck what you think ‘tsumu— cause your the one who told me food wouldn’t be enough to get them to date me— I should’ve just made them the cake like I wanted and asked ‘em out “

The team all stood in shock as Arans mouth opened and closed before he spoke again “ u-uh how did that even make sense— what just happened “

sunas body relaxed against the wall as he spoke soft and quiet “ osumas quit volley’ to be a chef, y/n believes in him so their dating, and “ he pointed to atsumu

“ and once again Atsumu looks stupid “

Atsumu

-he’s not one who would necessarily get along with someone shy nor do I see him being able to. The way he acts may go two ways it may make the person comfortable or it may just irritate them and make them even more anxious

-I don’t think he’s one to see the signs , he would probably take your uncomfortable laughter as him making you laugh and tell the whole team he finally broke you and got you to laugh

“ atsumu “

The setter called as he threw up a new set for his brother in the two on two practice match. His hand hitting the ball hard in a spike as he won his team the final point

Your body dropping as you immediately knew what was coming “ y/n-san did you see that “

“ y-yes atsumu-senpai “

“ it was cool wasnt it “ he said as he moved towards you

“ y-yes “

he smirked as he slid his hands in his pocket looking down on you as he came to a stop in front of your body “ well when your just a great player like me things like that come easy so you don’t have to worry if I hurt myself or not “

he looked away from you and to the floor but eyes darting up to look at you again quickly “ because I didn’t so yeah — don’t think I did “

you smiled softly trying to think of a way out of this “ I-I didn’t think so “

“ yeah see you know someone like me would never get injured —I have to be a great role model to my sweet little first year“

he patted your head as he sat down next to you feet out in front of him “ don’t go turning into one of my annoying fan girls ok y/n “

“ I won’t “

“ ah you don’t mean that “ he bumped you softly “ you love me—so your loves gonna blind you you’ll see “

“ oh “

“ see you do — and I love you too “

“ dude they dont even like talking to you “

“ oh shut yer trap yes they do their in love with me we’re destined to be together “

“ yeah in death — that’s what your gonna do ‘tsumu yer gonna make them off theirselves by hearing yer loud mouth every single time you win a match “

“ y/n you love me right “

your body flamed as you let out an uncomfortable laugh moving over on the bench “ they look —their laughing because it’s true “

his body stopped “ wait “

you felt as the wheels were turning in his head —a bit slow but they were turning

his voice coming out in mumbles “ if their laughing— and i’m talking— and now their laughing after I spoke —-l”

he yelled “ I MADE Y/N-SAN LAUGH “

he screamed in happiness smile huge “ I made them laugh guys “

he jolted up jumping when he stood before racing over to the group that all turned to look at him “ their laughing guys I — I did it their laughing their laug—“

your eyes darted to the floor as atsumu fell head first into the floor his voice coming out in a whine as he shook coming up to grab his nose in pain before reaching down to rub his ankle that he felt was thumping like crazy

“ y-you lied you did hurt yourself “

he moved to run his hand across the back of his neck “ well when you say hurt what do you me—“

your laugh came out in short giggles as you tried to hide it not wanting to give him the satisfaction of making you laugh your head turning to the side as you gave up and laughed into the air

Your giggles sounding like a song atsumu always wanted to play through his headphones when he would walk to school

His body thinking before his mind as he stood up and ran again towards the team “ Guys their — I did it again and you all saw — i’m amazing “

he fell forward again but this time just lying there as he mumbled into the ground

“ their totally in love with me — I made ‘em laugh not once but twice in a row —I got a real shot now“

Aran

-I don’t know much about him because I haven’t finished haikyu! I just know what i’ve gathered from short clips or from what i’ve seen already in the seasons & read in manga but he’s very open minded

-whenever he’s around you he’s always quick to snap and stop someone from telling you that you aren’t allowed to do something because it’s “ not logical “

Your body moved slowly to the gyms exit as you felt a hand come down over your shoulder

“ walk ‘ya home ? “

you looked up face stoic in a slight yes at Arans question

since you’d joined the team as manager you had yet to connect with the other boys only really speaking to Aran and helping him out when he needed it

He came to like being around you because you were a change of pace from his usual one dealing with the twins antics. So it wasn’t that hard to hear him asking to walk you home for the past few nights when practice ran too long

he sighed as he looked down at you “ you never really speak but I feel like your face talks for you “

you looked to the ground as he laughed “ get it because your always stoic —and your face shows noth—ok“

he looked away not hearing your laugh or seeing a smile deciding to cough the atmosphere away “ ok yeah get it “

it wasn’t that you didn’t want to laugh you just couldnt your parents dug into you anytime you went home. Theyd have your head if you didn’t focus only on your studies so, it was hard for you to talk or even be around other people when it wasn’t for class it made you anxious and you weren’t sure how to interact

People took this as you being shy and you weren’t going to explain that you wanted to talk but just didn’t know how

He let his hand fall from your shoulder as the walk soon came to a close him leaving you to walk up to the stairs to your home

“ you may go “ you said softly as he shook his head with a big smile on his face

“ nope not until I know your in your house safely “

you nodded your head as you took a deep breath the door opening before your hand could meet the lock your fathers voice knocking you on your butt

“ who is this — who is he y/n “

“ I-I “

“ I heard more than your voice out here and came to the door “

“ were you waiting up for me “

“ yes you didn’t come home after school today “

“ oh I— there was a math meet i’m sorry “ your father looked away in disgust as you lied

“ your lying to me I called your school and they said you quit mathletes to be a manager of some volleyball club “

you gulped “ I um “

“ why would you do something stupid like that it can’t help you in the future — with your studies “

“ because I um — I like “

you shut yourself up just nodding your head as your father beat into you “ so dumb I thought I raised you correctly it doesn’t matter what you want to do or what’s fun you do what makes you smart and whats logical you do not hold feeli—“

“ I think their happy “ Aran smiled at the scene in front of him “ I think they enjoy being our manager very much “

“ and who told you to spea-“

“ my heart — it guides a person to make decisions ones like I just made — and ones that you made — you want the best for your daughter right “

you fathers actions faltered as Aran continued to press into him “ If you want the best than you have to realize y/n Is tired and she’s not used to friendly interaction — she’s very out of place and uncomfortable around people because she’s only used to school work“

he shook his head in concern “ is this what you want for your child — for your kid to only know how to talk about school and not have a moment where their not spending it thinking about math equations and growing overworked “

“ well I— “

“ on our volleyball team we work ourselves hard yes— but we’ve also become great friends through this hard work we’re happy doing what we do because our hearts led us to do it not our parents “

he looked to you and back to your father as he stood looking up from the bottom of the stairs “ so I ask that you let your child stay on the volleyball team since their heart brought them there to sign up for the job one tuesday afternoon at 3:30 in our gym during our second winning match of the season “

your dad nodded his head in shock as he whispered out an ok

Aran smiling and leaving after waving to you with a short see you tomorrow

Your dad holding the house door open for you as he walked over whispering out to you “ you better marry that boy “ he smiled as he moved through the house

“ he remembered every detail about when he first met you “

#aran headcanons #aran fluff #aran x reader #haikyuu osamu #haikyuu atsumu #haikyuu x s/o #haikyu x reader #haikyū!! #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #inarazaki #inarizaki #miya atsumu #hq atsumu #atsumu x y/n #atsumu imagines #atsumu x reader #atsumu x you #msby atsumu #osamu hcs #osamu x reader #miya osamu #osamu headcanons #osamu x you #hq x y/n #hq imagines #hq #suna headcanons #s/o

[vintage-marina]

A woman out of time chapter 5

TW: talking about death of a loved one

wordcount: 2628 words

You left his cabin and stood outside on the deck of the Dauntless, the Navy men who took you to the Commodore were ahead of you and showed you your bedroom for the following weeks or maybe even months. They didn't look really excited for you, maybe it was misogyny, maybe they still thought you were a pirate, maybe they thought that a woman on a ship would bring misfortune or maybe a mix of all three.

Hopefully they didn't saw your red eyes that would signal that you were on the verge to cry but even if they noticed it they didn't said anything. You were lead to below deck and to a small room.  Thankfully it had a door with a lock and the three Navy men went away after they gave you a foul look, you ignored it and stepped inside. The room was little and smelled a lot better then the cell you were in, it had a small bed and a desk in it. You stepped further into the room and you saw that on your bed laid two bundles of clothing, one for sleeping and one for during the day. The sleeping wear was a simple cotton shift that went to your knees and the other bundle was an old looking outfit from the Navy, possibly from a retired Navy man. You folded the clothes and walked to the desk, it didn't had any engravings like the Commodore had but it was bare and reminded you of home. Home, you really wanted to go home again, to see your friends but most of all you wanted to see your parents and your sibling again, not that they were alive. You shooked your head and focused on your surroundings again, on the desk laid a bowl with water and a cotton cloth. You walked towards your door and locked it.

You took of your combat shoes, you stripped from your green leather suit that had safety straps and pieces of vibranium on it and took of your gloves with your ring on it. The suit you layed on the chair by your desk, the heavy shoes with a steel nose shoved you under the desk and the gloves with your ring you layed on the desk itself. You unclasped your sport bra and slid on the shift, it was comfortable. Until now you realised how sore your muscles were and you stretched yourself and gave a spin to your vibranium arm. It gave a loud mechanical sound and you widened your eyes in surprise, maybe that wasn't the best idea. You hoped that nobody heard that strange sound and you walked fast towards your new bed, you laid your new clothes on your suit and stepped inside your bed. If somebody did hear that you could always say: ''huh I didn't hear any sounds, maybe you were imagining that. I was asleep.''

You tossed a few times around and your eyelids grew heavy, nobody stormed inside of your room and it was safe to say that nobody heard you. The ship rocked gently on the waters and with that you felt asleep.

A few hours later

You woke up somewhat refreshed and cleaned your face with the cloth and the water that was given to you. You tried to pull back your hair but without a mirror you couldn't see anything so you could only guess that it looked okay-ish. The Caribbean weather was really hot and although you couldn't leave your beloved suit, you had to. You were sweathing in that thing and you possibly would die of a heathstroke. You slipped of the shift and you put on your sport bra. With the same cloth you washed your body and you took the Navy outfit from the chair, you changed into the white pants, buttoned up a white blouse with white cuffs and above that you wore a white waistcoat. You took the red coat off the chair and swung it on your shoulders. The uniform didn't fit properly, the pants were to long, it was a little bit tight by your hips and the blouse was to oversized. What really comfortable was but it did look a bit weird with your waistcoat above it, but luckily the coat was fine. Your shouders and arms weren't to big for them and it sat really nice on your shoulders. You snatched your gloves off the desk and put it on, your ring went into your pocket and you stepped outside your room.

Outside of your room you could hear the coughing, the mumbeling and groaning of some of the men. Probably in a room where nobody could see them, but before you went to them you needed to retrieve your medpack. On the way you were still asking yourself why Jack Sparrow so familiar was, but you couldnt put your finger on it. You walked on the chairs but with each step you were hoping that your pants didn't rip. Outside on the deck, you felt your face tinteling Your face from the sun and you sniffed the salty sea air in your lungs. Men were working on the deck  but you didn't see James, maybe in his cabin then. Your boots were loud on the wooden deck and you maked your way to his cabin. You knocked a few times on his door to alert him and you stepped inside. It looked like he was about to leave, his posture straight. But when he eyed you his posture went even more stiff. His face fell, like he didn't want you to be here and he didn't meet your Y/E/C eyes, instead he looked at the door that was behind you. You really did hurt him huh? You shuffeled uncomfortable with your feet and clasped your hands behind your back.

''I uh.. I'm here to retrieve my medpack Commodore.'' He gave a tight lipped smile but didn't say anything instead he only gave you your medpack. You gave a soft thank you and you made your way out.

Infirmary

There were circa 10 men in the makeshift hospital and a men fussing about them. The boat was rocking on the waters and some of them were emptying their stomachs in a wooden bucket because of it. You could see the sweat on their foreheads and the yellow puss on their bandages, the smell was disturbing and it made you almost gag. Sympathy washed over you, they were in pain and the medicine from the 18th century didn't help them either. The medic stood over a sickly looking man, dabbing a cotton cloth on the man his stomach.

''Here, let me do it,'' you walked towards the two men and you took the cloth out of his hand. ''How peculiar,'' mumbeled he under his breath, but he didn't protest like you expected. You opened your medpack and picked a bottle of desinfectant handgel. The man who was laying on his bed was eyeing you curiosley but didn't had the energy to ask, the other men were or sleeping or zoning into nothing.

''Before you are going to treat the patient it is necessary to wash your hands with soap or disinfect them, otherwise bacteria can spread to the patient and any further damage must be avoided-'' he nodded but he said: ''what do you mean with that?''

You poured a bit of gel on your hands and on the surgeon, but he looked weirdly at the substance on his hands ''sorry I thought you knew of Leeuwenhoek's his discovery-'' ''ofcourse I heard about his theory, it is absurd!'' ''It's not! Just rub that gel in your hands alright?''

In your medpack were laying handgloves, you picked two and tossed them towards the man. ''Here wear this, clean hand gloves can help against cross contamination. With cross contamination you can spread bacteria from products on other products. ''

You looked up from your medpack towards the surgeon, ''I'm surprised that you don't even argue with me, why?'' He looked surprised at your comment, ''To be honest, I do not really know why. You are talking about things that I never heard off and it makes me wonder if I really have knowledge in what I do. But I still think that bacteria thing is absurd!'' You laughed a bit at his ridiculousness.

''I do think you have knowlegde in your profession, doctor-'' ''Thomas Smith.'' ''Doctor Smith, but I also think that you can learn so much more, so let me show it to you.''

During the rest of your day you showed him how to clean infected wounds, the weather was cooler and you could see the relieve on the men of the faces. You told him tips and tricks how to treat infected wounds, like with sterile honey and how you should wash your hands and your equipment. He got your name and it was pleasant to work with him, he didn't make stupid comments like some of the pigs on this ship and he asked questions when he didn't get something.

''Preferably we like to disinfect our equipment with special substances, but I see that you do not have that and I can't get it for you, so listen very carefully. You can disinfect your equipment with gin or wodka. The alcohol in those two drinks will break down the bacteria, you got me?'' He nodded, ''but you need it to rest it for a whole day. Other ways are to boil your equipment in boiling hot water, bake your equipment or heat up your equipment under a flame. Further everything should be clean your hands, your clothing, the room itself, just everything. And you need to wash your hands regularly and pick new handgloves, dont touch your head or anything with your freshly washed hands otherwise you need to clean it again.''

The two of you were treating the wounded and you couldn't help but to notice how sick some of them were looking, they probably were going to die with the lack of medication that you had. But you did everything that you could do.

It was dinner time and you made sure that Thomas was cleaning his hands afterwards you did too. He looked at you nervous, like he was afraid to say something.

''Y/N-'' ''yes?'' ''Do you think they will make it?'' You looked towards the ground, your eyes not meeting with his. You noticed that some of them were looking bad, like they were on their death trial. ''Some of them, but I'm also afraid that some of them will not make it, 'm sorry. I don't have much medicine left,'' he nodded, his mood getting more depressing. ''All we can do is treating their wounds and making sure that they eat well and let them live their remaining days in peace.''

The two of you were making your way through the mess hall and into the kitchen.  There were already men eating their food in peace, you saw that they stuck by their rank. The Navy men were still giving you dirty looks but you also could see a glimpse of desire in some of them. Disgusted by their behaviour you maked sure that at all times you were alert. Coming into the kitchen you fetched the food that the cook had made for them, it was vegetable soup with pieces of chicken in it.

Thomas and you both had two bowls in your hands and were walking towards the infarmary, in the mess hall you couldn't spot James so you thought he was in his cabin. The men were chattering and there was a gleeful aura. But that couldn't say the same about you or Thomas, oh how they don't know. It wasn't like you were sad or anything but you felt helpless, they really could have lived if only they had the right medication. In Thomas his eyes tears were forming and you could see his lip tremble. Arriving in the makeshift infirmary you set down the bowls of soup by each nightstand and repeated your action untill everyone had gotten their food.

An old man was sitting up in his bed, he picked up his food from his nightstand and tried to eat it. He picked up the spoon with shaking hands and you saw that he spilled some on his shirt.

''Sir, let me help you,'' you walked towards the man and sat on the empty spot of his mattress.

''You know, when I got my shaking my wife helped me. But after her death,'' tears were falling on his cheeks. ''After her death, I was on my own and it has gotten worse. I really miss her.'' choked he out. ''I understand, it has gotten lonely isn't it?'' You took the bowl from the man and feeded him, ''yes it really is.''

''The loneliness is not so bad when I'm around these boys, you know? You get distracted easily, you chatter or you you're doing your job. But when you and your thoughts are alone, you're going to think and think. And then you're thinking about your loved one, how you miss them or what their voice was like and then you are suddenly aware that they are really dead and not just upstairs or something, you know? You get reminded of your loneliness and you get reminded that you can never speak to them ever.''

''I completely understand what you're saying sir.''

he didn't say anything for a couple of minutes, after he finished his soup you gave a light squeeze in his hand.

''You lost a loved one too?''

''Yes sir, multiple.''

''I'm sorry for your loss'' he said to you and he gave a light squeeze into your vibranium hand, just like what you did to him earlier. He didn't noticed that he gripped metal or if he did he didn't said anything about it.

''Thank you sir. You too.''

''You can call me Gary,'' he gave you a reassuring smile.

''Okay Gary, you can call me Y/N.'' and you smiled back.

You stood up from his bed and you walked over to Thomas, he was feeding another patient of yours.  he was sitting on a bed and you kneeled beside him and whispered: ''Thomas I'm gonna find the Commodore and I'm gonna inform him about the statics.''

''Alright,'' you heard him softly whisper to you. You took the stairs and walked towards the deck of the Dauntless, on the furthest point of the ship you could spot two people discussing things with each other. The more you closed the distance the more you noticed the figure of the Commodore.

''Commodore?''

The two turned around and James noticed the raggy old Navy suit that you had on.

''Yes?''

''We need to talk it's about your men.''

''I will let you two alone then,'' said Groves to the both of you and maked sure to leave.

''Y/N, what is wrong with my men?''

You were mulling about how you should say it, but it was for the best that you said it straight forward.

''Some of them are not gonna make it, they are gonna die in a few days and sadly there's nothing to prevent this.''

His face fell and you could see the cracks of emotion through his awkwardly stiff posture.

''There's nothing? Have you looked into our medicine shelve?''

''Yes I have, but most of them are highly addictive and don't kill what needs to be killed.''

He deeply sighed and runned a hand over his face.

''Have you told them?''

''No I did not, I'm planning to.''

He excused himself out of the conversation and walked downstairs having a last conversation with some of his crew.

#james norrington x reader #james norrington imagine #james norrington #the commodore #potc #fanfiction #marvel #will turner #jack sparrow #commodore norrington x reader #commodore norrington #elizabeth swann x reader #potc fanfic #marvelcrossover #marvel fanfic #marvel universe #mcu

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Okie doki~! Well, you said you wanted more requests, so...

What about S/O saving Kokichi, Celestia, and Makoto (separately) from their executions, but dying in the process? Just an idea! ~ 🥀

Oh boy-

(TW: Death, Heavy Angst, Death Mentions)

(CW: Heavy DR1 Spoilers)

Kokichi Ouma

He killed someone.

You thought he was joking. you thought that he was playing along with the trial. but he did it. he really seriously murdered another person.

"Thaats right! Kokichi Ouma killed.." Monokumas voice rung, your mind tuning out the last part of what the black and white bear had said. You couldnt believe it. He.. killed someone.

You were begging for an answer but he wouldnt give it to you. He didnt say anything at all, no matter what you did. He gave you a sad smile, waving a little as a metal clasp came around his neck, pulling him out of the court room.

But you werent going to allow that.

You ran after him as fast as you could, the remaining students unable to grab you and stop you as you did.

The supreme leader was pulled into an electric chair, strapped down to prevent his leave, metal clasps around his entire body. He seemed to be smiling, though you swore you could see him crying as you tried to reach him

But.. before you could even get close, several shocks went through your body, causing you to collapse in front of the one you love.

He jerked, trying to move towards you as he yelled out your name, but you were limp and unmoving. You died trying to save him.

And now he was next.

Celestia Ludenberg

Celeste seemed to have finally accepted her fate, admitting to murdering Hifumi Yamada. She explained to her peers everything that happened, even pressing a kiss to your lips afterwards

But even so you refused to believe it. Or, even if you did, you knew she deserved no fate like this.

As she was being dragged away by Monokuma you panicked, sprinting after her last moment.

You pushed past the seemingly cardboard set as it built around you, and around her nonetheless. You desperate for her too move, yelling at her and doing what you could.

But she was doing the same. Begging you to return to the others so you wouldn't get hurt. Begging and pleading for you to back to the court room, but before you could protest you were set a flame.

Screeches of pain and agony came from your melting body before you finally gave out, Celeste yelling your name as tears streamed down her face.

She stopped when she seen flashing lights and headlights, confused. Then she realized this was her end. Just as it was yours.

Makoto Naegi

He was voted but.. he didnt kill anyone. He didnt and he was begging his classmates to listen but it was too late.

You were the only one who didnt vote for him.

His legs were tied down to a chair after he was dragged away, Makoto starting to panic more as he seen you.

"S-S/O, what are you doing?!" he called, jerking his legs a little as he tried to stop you, desperate for you to return to your friends.

"IM GOING TO STOP THE PRESS" You shouted, climbing onto the conveyor belt and looking at the large machine that loomed above you

The words made him panic more, jerking and thrashing wildly, looking back at you after a few moments, completely panicked.

You were directly under the press, reaching out your hand and running towards him. "MAKOTO I LOVE YOU-" You shrieked before getting crushed.

His heart broke, starting to cry and yell your name, alter ego only stepping in to save Makoto at the last moment. Why couldnt he save you??

Now he gets to live on with the regrets of leaving you behind. You died in his place.

He never got to say it back.

#Mod Kokichi #🥀 Anon #Oh my god story time #Tw Death #Tw Death Mentions #Dr1 Spoilers #Tw Angst #Kokichi Ouma #Celestia Ludenberg #Taeko Yasuhiro #Makoto Naegi #Kokichi Oma #Kokichi x Reader #Celeste x Reader #Makoto x Reader #Celestia x Reader #Danganronpa x Reader #Drv3 x Reader #Dr1 x Reader #Danganronpa #Danganronpa Killing Harmony #Danganronpa Trigger Happy Havoc #New Danganronpa Killing Harmony

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Incapable iii. || {myg}

pairing: assassin!yoongi x reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: - mafia - depressive thoughts - alcohol

a/n: so sorry this chapter took so long I rewrote it so many times, I hope you enjoy

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iii.

The week after Win's death was a blur, it didn't feel real no matter how many times you tried to convince yourself. Convince yourself it wasn't your fault, but it was hard there had been nothing from your new supposed enemy, NCT. It was now 7 o'clock Friday night and you hadn't left your bed, Jungkook had tried his best to cheer you up. You were great full for it, for his kind words of reassurance but even then; Nothing seemed to help, to fill the hole, so you lay there, as your room darkened with the day. You felt gross, dirty, his blood still staining your hands you rolled from your bed forcing yourself to change your clothes— to pretend, at least, that you're alright.

Pretend; You'd guessed you'd done that a lot recently, it became second nature. You didn't want the others to see how truly weak and wounded you were— the emotionally scaring toll that last weeks events had put on you.

Downstairs, Yoongi walked out of the gym, a towel drapped around his neck. The black dri-fit shirt hugged his toned chest and biceps nicely. As he reached the stairs he saw everyone gathered getting ready to go out.

"What's going on?" Yoongi asked with mild confusion.

"We're meeting with SKZ for a trade." Namjoon stated.

"And you didn't think to tell me?" He questioned, everyone's eyes finding another's as they glanced around.

"You're staying and watching y/n." Namjoon stated bluntly before turning to lead the others out the door.

"Why me?" Namjoon stopped and glanced back to Yoongi as the others continued out the door, "Tae's here."

"He's on monitors, suck it up Yoongi, you've delt with worse." Yoongi just rolled his eyes, trudging up the steps, he found your door was cracked open.

His hand raised, ready to knock, but through the crack he saw you. Your bare back facing him as you pulled on an oversized top. He couldn't seem to pull his eyes away from your exposed state no matter how much he wanted to. He watched until you brought your hands to the waistband of your pajama shorts, finally forcing his eyes away not wanting to invade your privacy and see anything more he wasn't meant to.

He could feel his heart pounding insanely in his chest, shaking his head he finally knocked lightly on the wood.

"One minute!" Your voice squeaked in surprise, you quickly pulled on a fresh pair of shorts and hurried to the door. You were surprised to see Yoongi standing at your door, "h-hey, what's up?"

"Uh, Your brother pinned me with watching you." He informed you, his eyes quickly and subtly flicking over your form.

You chuckled, "No need to treat me like a burden."

"Whatever," he looked over you again, only this time you noticed, "What are you doing?"

"I was thinking about watching a movie." You informed him, he pushed past you going deeper into your room, "What are you doing?"

"We're watching a movie aren't we?" You gave him a weird look.

"I guess you can join, I'm going to get water, you want anything?" You asked him, he shook his head as he looked around your room.

You sighed, leaving the room, you stalked down the hall and to the kitchen mindlessly. One might say you were lost in a daze, though in reality it was the sleep deprivation creeping up on you, looming behind your eyes. You hadn't slept beyond three hours the last few nights, not wanting to close your eyes, for fear of the lifeless face of your friend haunting you again.

A chill ran through your body at the thought, grabbing a bottled water from the fridge. You twisted the cap off gulping down a sip in an attempt to swallow the rising lump in your throat. It'd been hard for you to eat, the smell of his blood, thick and irony, it was burned in your nose.

You went back up the steps your footfalls on the polished stone, was all that could be heard. The trance that enraptured your mind however, was quickly broken when you stepped into your bedroom again.

Yoongi was facing you, his features of stone remained stoic but his eyes held amusement. In his hand he held a hot pink object, your face mirroring the shade in embarrassment.

"Tch, frustrated are we?" He joked, pressing the button, a quite vibration emitting from it.

You hurried quickly to him grabbing it and throwing it back in the drawer it belonged, "Min Yoongi you should know better than to go through peoples things." You scolded.

"I can't help my curiosity."

"Just go." You said, the flames in your cheeks never wavering as you pushed him to your door.

"You sure you don't want help?" Yoongi asked as he back up while you pushed him.

"What?!" You asked in horror, stopping to look into his eyes, was he seriously-

"I can hold it for you," his eyes glistened playfully, "While we watch a movie."

You swallowed hard, trying your best to keep your cheeks from blazing any hotter. You quickly and hastily pushed him towards the door.

"You are so crude Min Yoongi." Informing him as you pushed him out into the hall, he gave you a shit eating grin, "I'll be just fine on my own."

The second you shut the door in his face you took in a breath, your heart was pounding in your chest. Thoughts racking through your brain, why had you pushed him out? You like him don't you?

But you guessed it wasn't that simple, your thoughts knew how complicated it would become getting involved with Yoongi. No matter how much your body begged to fall into his tempting grasp you had to restrain. Because the theory of him was what attracted you and so many others, not the cold exterior and troubled heart.

Min Yoongi was complicated, to say the least.

But he was human— the flutter he felt in his chest when you became flustered by merely his words. It confused him not knowing why you filled him with such warmth. But he pushed his thoughts away like any time before.

•

The next afternoon was somber, quiet, as if no one wanted to speak. You were clad in a black dress and flats, the boys in their suits. They all watched you descend the steps for the first time in what felt like ages. You were burying Win today, finally putting his body to rest, a step of 'moving forward and mourning' they'd said though it just broke you more. But you had to pretend, you couldnt let the others see you as weak. You weren't weak.

"You ok?" Your brother asked, and you could only nod to reassure him. For you knew if you tried to speak you would break down, You were greatful he didn't push for a more sufficient answer to the question. 

The car ride was rather short, a feeling of dread lingering in your heart. You looked out the window of the car upon the lawn, stones where so many others loved ones names were carved in their remembrance. You tried desperately not to cry, to let out a sob and let the boys around you know you were breaking-- shattering in fact. It shouldn't have been him it should've been you, you wanted it to be you; to know that your bestfriends death wasn't on your hands. Maybe it was selfish, but the aching in your heart was begging for the roles to be reversed.

"-Y/n?" You hadn't even realized Jungkook had opened the door for you, his voice bringing you back to reality. Aware again, that you in fact were the one with breath in your lungs. You didn't say anything just stepped out of the car, and followed the others to the site. It was beautiful, a top a grassy hill that looked out over a large expanse of trees, You knew he would've loved it. 

Everyone stood around the grave where the casket was to be lowered. No one spoke, not a word, just stood and looked at the sleek wood that encased Win, or his body rather. The man that stood next to it a bible on hand began to speak, and your eyes drifted to the grey stone.

Kim Seung-Win

April 23rd 1993-March 13th 2020

'The journey doesn't end here;'

"Today, we're here to put a friend to rest, to send his soul home-" The reverend started, but you zoned out, eyes locked on the grass at your feet. You felt numb, How could this be real? Win was supposed to survive to live and be loved, and have an impact everyone he met. Silent tears fell from your eyes, due to both frustration and sorrow. Namjoon noticed from where he stood next to you and pulled you into a hug, holding your head to his chest as your tears soaked his jacket.

"I invite you all forward to put a handful of dirt over casket, you may take this time to say any final words." You let go of Namjoon wiping your cheeks with your hands.

We all moved in a line grabbing a handful of the dirt and taking turns circling to the grave, doing our part. Some taking longer than others to say things aloud or in their heads, everyone who he worked with were left with a positive imprint in their lives due to him. When it was your turn, You looked down to the dirt in your hand before holding your hand over the grave and letting it trickle from your grasp.

"I'm sorry." You whispered, fresh tears brimming your eyes. You turned back to the others, standing next to Yoongi as you watched everyone else. You felt Yoongi's hand brush yours experimentally, before he finally laced your fingers with his. You looked to your hand in his then to his face his eyes those of sympathy and support. Though affection wasn't his strong suit, he wanted you to know he was there. You gave him a weak smile in return

"I give the words said here today, to Seungwin, in hopes they will help his soul move forward. Friends, Death seems cold and dark but it is not extinguishing the light of life. It is putting out the lamp because the dawn has come, and Seungwin lived fully to his dawn."

The final words resonated with you, stuck to your heart. He lived a full life, it may have seemed to be cut short but he was everything anyone could have wished to be. He was great, It should've been me. Your mind invaded with the negative thoughts again a shaky sigh passing your lips as you willed yourself not to cry again, watching the grave workers put the remaining dirt in the grave. The others had started to walk back to the car.

"Y/n, come on." Your brother beckoned quietly, but you shook your head.

"Not yet."

"I'll stay with her." Yoongi's voice sounded from somewhere behind you, You couldn't see it but Namjoon nodded before pressing a feather light kiss to your temple. He was worried, you could feel it radiating off of him, he already had a lot on his plate, the last thing he needed was an emotionally unstable sister.

"Stop blaming yourself," Jen, you went to speak but she waved her hand, "I know you, Y/n, and I know that look." 

You looked around finding Yoongi sitting on a bench a few feet away. You turned your attention back to Jen, and you felt the urge to cry again.

"I'm sorry, Jen." Your lip quivered, and tears began to stain your cheeks again.

"There's nothing to be sorry for." With that she reached into the bag that was on her shoulder pulling out a bottle of liquor, "You can only have some if you promise not to cry." You wiped your cheeks quickly.

"I solemly swear!"  

•

You hiccupped lightly as you sat on the grass next to Win's freshly made grave, Jen was fully laying down and the empty bottle of alcohol was between the two of you. Chuckling as you thought back to your 20th birthday when Win mixed you all his favorite drinks, you were so hung over the next morning.

"Do you remember my 20th birthday?" 

"When you threw up on Win after he got you shit faced? How could I forget?" Jen slurred her words.

"Or when he flipped the table because he was losing in monopoly." You brought up the game nights you'd all have when you were younger.

"Alright you two lets get back home." Yoongi said going to help you up, the sun was setting and he wanted to at least get to the car before it was dark. He helped Jen up next and then guided the two light weight girls to the car.

The whole car ride home Yoongi listened to you and Jen reminisce over your memories of Win. Though even drunk your voice sounded weak and broken as you talked over the good times and Yoongi took notice, him being the only sober one in the car. The wall you'd been keeping up to hide your emotions was crumbling away now that you were drunk, vulnerable.

When Yoongi pulled up Jeonghan was waiting at the doors, ready to take Jen to her room. Jeonghan chuckled lightly as Yoongi told him what happened, before ultimately thanking him for bringing them both home safe. When Jen and Jeonghan walked away Yoongi turned back around to find you sitting down on the gravel drive way.

"Whatcha' doing?" Yoongi asked with a hint of amusement in his tone, though it made a deep pout form on your lips.

"I can’t walk."

"Why not?"

"I'm sad." Your voice broke.

"Ok, You think you can get on my back?" Yoongi asked quietly, you nodded, and so he carried you. 

"I miss him." You whispered, which happened to be right in his ear,

"I know."

When he reached your room he set you down on the bed, then going to slip your shoes off your feet. When he looked back to your face though, he saw a tear fall from your eye.

"Its all my fault." You spoke suddenly taking him off guard.

"Hm?"

"Win is dead because of me." You chocked out, "I-I should have saved him." Silent sobs now shook your small frame.

"Y/n, None of what happened was your fault, there was no way to know."

"He blames me- It sh-should've been m-me" You managed to get out as more sobs fell past your lips. You couldn't control it anymore nor hold it in, something and Yoongi's chest ached with each strangled sob you tried to keep quiet in your throat. He picked you up lightly to make room for himself on your bed and he pulled you close to his chest.

"Shhh, No one blames you, Y/n. We cant go back, we can't change what happened, its destined to fate. You don't need to blame yourself anymore."

Not another word was spoke that night, Yoongi held you as you cried yourself into a deep sleep. He stroked your head, as your breathing became less labored with your sobs. His heart ached part of him hated to think that you felt all alone, and made him want to hold you tighter. But the other part wondered, since when did he care?

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“School rivals” p.t 4

So I said this would be the last part but it’s taken a turn and there might be two more parts not sure yet. This one has more twists than a bloomin maze but I hope you enjoy !!!

“Wake up mortal ! I said awaken !” An angry, thunderous voice rung through your ears. Before you could even react to the voice a mind numbing sensation of pain started to spread through your right side. Bellroc had grown impatient with your sleeping stages and decided to jolt you awake - quite literally.

The fiery magic burnt your side, the pain setting your nerves alight figuratively and literally. You struggled onto your knees, coughing as you tried to stand up.

Blood had dried on your soccer jersey and around the wound on your head. Youd probably been locked away for two days, but you weren’t to sure. There was no way to tell trapped in the darkness of your prison. But what you did know was that the longer you left your wounds the worse they’re get. If they became infected from lack of treatment there’d be no saving you.

“I’m up you ugly bitch.” You spat at her, a little bit of blood mixed in with you saliva.

To be fair, spitting and swearing at an ancient magical deity probably wasn’t the smartest idea, but you certainly didn’t care anymore. The pain of your wounds, and distress about the entire situation, was causing you to lose a little bit of your sanity.

Magic was real; These creatures were as old as time; Your brother was the troll hunter, which you didn’t rally understand but it meant he was tangled up in this; There were trolls and two of them had been in your house; and Douxie was a wizard. This was about as much as you’d gathered over the last couple of days.

“How dare you ! You’ll regret that girl.” The creature that was the keeper of the flame, better known as Bellroc, cast another magic spell sending a wave of fire straight at you. You screamed this time, the fire burning everywhere. They’d said they were going to keep you alive but you weren’t so sure anymore.

“Bellroc stop. We need her alive.” Skrael interrupted her fun, watching as the troll hunter’s sister writhed in pain.

“Maybe but I have another plan for her.” Bellroc cackled, malice filling her voice.

For the first time ever, Skrael appeared worried at what the other member of the Arcane Order had planned. They needed you alive to ransom with the troll hunter but it appeared Bellroc had another idea. After al this time and so many failures, Skrael could tell she was slipping into insanity and becoming more and more dangerous. She was wild and unpredictable now.

“Mortal you will be my weapon ! This will be the final battle and you will be my champion !” The evil bitch approached you, hands grasping the metal bars that confined you in your prison. She cackled manically in a way that almost scared you. She was crazy.

“Over my dead body.” You spat before quickly pushing yourself off the floor and rushing to the bars, swinging your fist back and punching the ancient deity straight in the face.

Taken by surprise, Bellroc actually faltered a little, stumbling backwards as her mask cracked. You’d actually managed to hurt her. A mortal at that. Instead of reacting with anger and violence like you expected, she started to laugh in a way that chilled you to the bone.

“Yes ! You will be perfect my champion.” Bellroc cackled again, before swinging around and grabbing your face in one of her clawed hands, magic emitting form her hand.

Your entire body started to glow with a bright orange light, her magic starting to fight its way into your body. The pain was like nothing you’d felt before, it boiled your blood and singed your nerves, like you were being electrocuted. In that moment you wished for death, anything to make it stop.

“Bellroc..” Skrael watched on in horror at what he was seeing. She’s made this mistake so many years again with Morgana and Arthur and now she was doing it to you and the Trollhubter.

Your screams filled the cave, so loud that above you the group of your friends, who’d come to save you, could hear.

“What’s that ?” Toby asked hearing faint wails. The pain and fear that filled them chilled him to the core.

The others exchanged looks of horror, Douxie clutching his wizard staff tightly in fury.

“It’s (y/n). We must hurry !” Blinky said his calm voice wavering with worry as he heard master Jim’s sister scream in pain from below them.

They stood in the middle of a dense forest outside of Arcadia. Darkness swarmed the forests, sunlight unable to pass through the thick grove of trees. Not a single animal could be seen, not even the smallest bug. Nothing would enter this place and it wasn’t too surprising. It reeked of death. A giant chasm loomed below them. How deep it went they couldn’t tell but Blinky was sure you were being held down there.

“What is this place ?” Claire asked, her magic was behaving strangely. Even her shadow magic seemed insigincant in this place.

“This place is Mortis Forest fair Claire, this is a place of unspeakable danger. Terrible things happened here.” Blinky answered shivering as he thought of the monstrosities that occurred in this place.

The only reason why he knew was because of his wide reading. Most would never be allowed to know of this place’s existence. It had been erased from history and for good reason.

“The Magic here allows you to do unspeakable things.” Blinky continued, watching as Jim took hold of Daylight, swinging the sword in front of him.

“Even more reason to go now and find my sister.” Jim’s tone was dark, determination and something else that almost seemed like bloodlust filled his eyes.

Before anyone could respond, he jumped down into the chasm before them, the darkness swallowing him.

“Jim !” Claire screamed watching as her boyfriend disappeared below.

The others yelled after him, before eyeing the gaping chasm. Douxie rushed down after him, leaping into the chasm. He couldn’t wait any longer, you needed to be saved now. God knows what they’re were doing to you and it was his fault. He’s brought the arcane order here and he’d be dammed if he let them hurt you. In the back of his mind Douxie prayed those screams hadn’t been yours.

“Guys we should really think about this.” Toby mumbled. Of course he wanted to save you, he just hated heights.

“No time wingman.” With one swing of his arm, Arrgh picked Toby up and placed him on his back before jumping down after Douxie and him, Toby screaming at the sudden feeling of weightlessness.

“Come on Blinky.” Grabbing the trolls hand, Claire conjured a portal using her shadow staff and dragged the troll through before he could say anything.

Luckily for them the chasm wasn’t to deep and the whole group had managed to land safely on the chasm floor. It was pitch black in the murky depths of the cavern but a faint red glow could be seen coming from one end of the cavern.

All thinking the same thing they rushed towards the source of the red light, entering the cae system.

“Creepy.” Arrgh mumbled looking up at the skulls that lined the cave walls.

“You can say that again.” Toby whispered from on top of Arrgh, cowering a little at the sight of what he hoped wasn’t dried blood on the floor.

Jim and Douxie led the group, both furious that you’d been taken. To Jim this was a family matter, he’d failed to protect you and it could cost you your life. He could remember all the times you’d protected him. When your dad had left, you’d hugged him for hours telling him it would be okay and that it wasn’t your guys fault. When your mum worked late at the hospital you made sure he got to bed on time and had done his homework. At school if he was being bullied by Steve you’d put him in his place or get Señor Uhl off his back.

So many times you’d been there for him and yet this time when it’d really mattered he’d failed you. And all because of his own selfishness. He thought he was protecting you, but now he knew he was enjoying the fact that he had this thing that you didn’t. You were perfect, the perfect student, the soccer captain, spring fling queen. How could he compete ?

Much like Jim, Douxie felt like a failure. He’d failed at protecting you and felt like he was the reason the Arcane order had reappeared in Arcadia. Sure you riled him up, your stupid quips and sarcastic remarks made his blood boil and your immunity to his flirting also bothered him, but he cared about you. He didn’t want you to get hurt. He loved you. He’d said it in front of everyone and yet you didn’t even know. He couldnt lose you now without telling you.

They finally approached the source of the forboding red light, and found themselves at the entrance to a wide cavern. Two figures could be made out round the corner: Bellroc and Skrael.

“Okay so we need to follow the plan. Now mast-“ Blinky began to recall the plan they’d come up with until Jim, without wanting, rushed into the cavern, sword drawn and yelling furiously.

“So much for that.” Douxie mumbled before following after the troll hunter.

Jim rounded the corner, sword swinging at Bellroc who was taken by surprise. Daylight made contact against the top of her skull mask, cracking it in two.

“Ah troll hunter ! So nice to see you again.” Sliding back Bellroc smirked maliciously at the now panting troll hunter, who pointed his sword at her.

“Give me my sister back now ! And I might let you live !” He roared charging again to go in for another attack, sword pointed to drive through Bellroc’s heart.

Behind him, Douxie had begun to engage in a fight with Skrael with the assistance of Claire.

“Where is she ?” Douxie roared, sending a magical blast straight at him, which Skrael just dodged but unfortunately was truck by Claire’s shadow staff, who’d appeared behind him.

“Give us (y/n) !” Claire yelled, swinging her staff down, aiming for Skrael’s head.

Struggling between dodging Douxie’s spells and Claire’s staff, Skrael started to feel threatened. The two sorcerers had grown much stronger since their last battle. He could feel himself becoming desperate.

Bellroc wasn’t doing much better as she faced off against Jim, Toby and Arrgh who combined were beginning to overpower her. Their anger over (y/n) being taken also helped fuel them and at this rate the pair would be defeated.

“Bellroc now !” Skrael yelled before Douxie landed a hit straight on him, sending the god of the north wind straight back into the wall. Claire high fived her teacher, who looked satisfied at seeing one of your captors knocked out for the count.

Seeing Skrael hit the wall and knocked out, Bellroc could see their window of opportunity closing. Rasing one hand into the air, the warm glow of red coloured magic left her hand. The cave began to tremble, the floor starting to shake as if an earthquake was happening.

Startled the others struggled to stay upright, looking around each other in shock and fear.

“Rise my champion !” Bellroc screeched cackling manically as a figure began to emerged from the darkness of the end of the cavern.

A woman sauntered into the cavern, clad in a suit of ruby red amour, a domino mask covering her face, highlighting the malice in her (e/c) eyes. In one hand she held a bow, a quiver slung over the other shoulder.

For a second the group stood their stunned, until a small gasp left Jim’s lips.

“(Y/n)...” his words caused the others to also let out gasps, Douxie dropping his staff in shock as he realised that it was you under the mask.

‘What have they done to you ?..’ he thought in anguish at the sight of his rival and love in strange armour, armed with a weapon.

“Champion kill them all !” With the group frozen in shock, Bellroc saw an opportunity to strike and finish the deed: Kill the troll hunter and all the other pests there, whilst also gaining a new champion. It was brilliant.

“As you wish.” Words mixed with bloodlust, you strung an arrow through your bow, aiming right at your brother’s head before pulling the bowstring back and releasing the arrow. With a worried glance Claire realised Jim was frozen still.

“Jim !” She screamed trying to get his attention. Sadly it didn’t work and seeing this Arrgh quickly dove forwards, taking the hit. The arrow pierced his back as he protected Jim who’d finally come to his senses.

“Master Jim !” Arrgh let out a pained yell, the arrow wound radiating with some strange magic.

“That’s no ordinary arrow.” You smirked as you started to float up into the air, a red glow surrounding you.

“By Merlín.” Douxie whispered in shock as he watched you perform magic.

Arrgh let out a cry of pain before collapsing, knocked out from the sleep spell you’d cast on your arrow tips.

“No Arghh !!” Toby yelled out in distress as he ran to his wingman, reaching the dormant troll’s side.

“Arghh !” Blinky ran to his friends side, watching in horror as the troll wouldn’t respond.

Toby glanced up at your looming form, the red aura surrounding you as you hovered above them adding to your menacing appearance. This person in front of Toby didn’t look like the girl who’d bandaged his knees when he fell over or played on his game console with him when nobody else would. Whoeve this was in front of them it wasn’t the real you.

“Oh I’m sorry. I was aiming for you brother, he shouldn’t have gotten in the way.” You cackled evilly, flying towards them.

“You aren’t my sister. (Y/n) would never do this ! Give her back to us !” Jim roared, swinging his sword at the flying sorceress.

“Oh but younger brother I am (y/n). I’m right here. And look at all of this power I have now.” As if to show off you conjured up a magical balls of red energy before sending it straight at Claire, who wasn’t paying attention, and as a result was sent flying into one of the cave walls.

Her small body collapsed as if she was a rag doll. A scream of anguish tore from Jim’s lips as he stared in horror, before turning onto his newly transformed sister.

“You need to stop this (y/n) ! You’re hurting your friends ! Your family ! The people closest to you.” Trying not to cry Jim yelled at you, terrified that his sister was gone now, and also terrified for his friends lives.

This was unlike any situation he’d ever encountered. For the first time ever the enemy wasn’t some troll or goblin or an evil sorcerer, it was his sister. What would he do ? If he fought you, you might be seriously hurt or even worse killed, yet if he didn’t fight you then he risked the lives of his friends. He didn’t know what to do.

“Friends and family you say. Well where were my friends and family when I was being tortured to death down here ? Donyou know what they did to me ?” You removed the domino mask, letting it fall to the floor.

A large scar covered the left side of your face, the markings like the one Agnor Rok had once placed on Jim. Yet they looked a lot tougher as if they’d been cut into your face. The breath left Jim’s chest as he stared at you properly now.

He could see dried blood in your hair and cuts littering the palms of your hands. He was sure there were more wounds covering your body that they were just unable to see because of the armour.

Before he could respond, Douxie let out a roar of anger next to him and charged at Bellroc, chanting an incantation as he sent a bolt of blue magic straight at her. Just as it was about to hit her, you soared down and blocked it was a red glowing shield of magic.

“Nice try but you’re just an amateur compared to me punk rock boy.” You jeered, summoning two balls of glowing red energy in your hands.

“Blinky, Toby get everyone out of here now !” Douxie yelled, his eyes wide with fear as he started to realise show powerful you were. Whatever magical spell Bellroc had placed you under it wasn’t working alone.

Douxie guesses it was some type of mind control and magic enhancement. But it would only work if you were already a magical being. Yet he’d never sensed anything magical about you. It must’ve been buried deep within you. Bellroc had managed to unleash it and without any training, and the influence of dark magic, you were uncontrollable. You might be powerful, but without the proper training you’ were at risk of letting yourself be consumed by it.

“No we won’t leave you !” Toby yelled back, only for Jim to turn on him, his face more serious than his best friend had ever seen it.

“Go now tobes !” Jim’s order was enough for Blinky and Toby to struggle pulling Arrgh through one of Claire’s shadow portals. Blinky gave Jim one nod, a sad smile on his lips as he watched the young boy he cared for so much about to fight his toughest battle.

“Goodbye master Jim.” Blinky whispered as they disappeared into the darkness.

“Retreating I see ? Cowardly even for you Casperan.” You cackled, combining both of the magical orbs of energy in your palms together, sending the magical blast straight at the wizard.

In retaliation, Douxie sent his own bolt of blue magical energy from his wizards staff. The two collided with each other, becoming a purple crackling mass of magical energy. Bloodlust filled your eyes as you pushed further, trying to overpower Douxie who wasn’t going to back down.

Out of the corner of his eye, Douxie noticed that Bellroc was trying to make an escape, backing away from them. And it looked like she was actually injured as her right arms was bleeding. Realisation dawned on Douxie. Bellroc was vulnerable right now, she must’ve used lots of magical energy to turn you into this monstrous killer.

“Jim ! Bellroc ! She’s vulnerable !” Douxie yelled to the trollhubter, who was standing still next to him, completely lost in what he imagined were some very conflicting thoughts.

Douxie’s yelling, though, brought him back to real life and the trollhunter lunged after the goddess, managing to land a second strike on her.

“Aww Casperan wont you pay attention to me ?You love to flirt with girls so why don’t you try it with me !” You screamed cackling with glee, as Douxie faltered and was sent spiralling back against one of the cave walls.

Like predator to prey, you advanced on him hands crackling with two fiery red orbs of energy.

With one hand you cupped his chin, bringing his face close to yours. The wizard was blinking lazily, head foggy with the hard impact of the stone wall. He could just about register your sinister smile and empty (e/c) eyes. You were like a complete stranger.

“You know Casperan if you weren’t such an awful flirt I might’ve considered dating you. You have such a nice face. It’s a shame I’m going to have to ruin it.” You swung a hand down, claw like nails ready to tear him to pieces when Douxie’s hand shot out and grabbed your wrist, blocking your attack.

Before you could react, he swung his other hand back and punched you right in the face. Under normal circumstances Douxie would never hit a girl, certainly not one he liked, but these were abnormal circumstances. With the force of the impact you stumbled back, giving him enough time to reach for his wizards staff and lunge at you, pushing you straight down to the floor.

Full body weight and staff pressed down against you, you were unable to move growling in frustration at your predicament.

“(Y/n), love, you need to snap out of this. This isn’t you.” Douxie said, voice full of despair on as he stared into your eyes looking for a glimpse of the girl he used to know.

For a second your eyes softened, face morphing into something recognisable as you, but it shattered just as quickly. A malicious smirk crossed your features as you looked up at the wizard enjoying how miserable he looked.

“And how would you know me Casperan ? We aren’t friends. I mean we don’t even like each other. I hate you.” You spat, bloodlust clouding your eyes as you wriggled below him.

Hurt flooded Douxie at that, but he knew he had to push it aside if he had any hope of pulling back the real you.

“We might not have been friends love but I know you. You have the dorkiest victory dance that you do after you win a soccer match. You don’t want anyone to know but you secretly want to move as far away from here as possible, that you don’t like Arcadia as much as you make out to because your afraid of hurting peoples feelings. “ he said, and with each word you began to falter more and more. Those once hard and sinister eyes, softened and he could see the old (y/n) peeking through, like he was scratching away at layers.

Inside your mind a mental war was being waged. One part of you, the new evil magical side that had been borne of pain and misery wanted destruction and hurt, whilst the other side, the one that had always been you wanted to help your friend and family. Both were warriors but with agendas.

“And love you got something completely wrong there. I don’t hate you. It’s quite the opposite actually.” Douxie held your gaze for a moment watching as the old (Y/n) began to return. You stared up at him, anticipating what was to come next.

“I love you (Y/n).”

A gasp left your lips as his words settled in your mind, Douxie watching you anxiously for a reaction. On one level he’d just told his arch nemesis that he loved her, and then on another it could determine life and death.

His words were enough to tip the scales in your favor and the dark side of you cried out as you overpowered it, combining into a brand new version of yourself. This time you weren’t under the influence of Bellroc and your darkest side. This time your magic was yours, the pain would heal and turn to scars with time. You were you again.

And you knew what you had to do. With a big shove you pushed Douxie off of you, the wizard falling on his back in surprise. He could tell something had changed. From the way you smirked, to the way you held yourself he could see it was you again.

“It’s good to be back Casperan. I know I should say thank you but it’s kinda your fault I’m in this mess.” You chuckled teasingly, cracking your knuckles as you stared angrily at Bellroc who had your brother pinned to the ground.

“(Y/n)...” Douxie gasped watching as you summoned your bow and arrow to your side, taking aim at the goddess.

“Watch and learn.” You said a little arrogantly as the arrow hit the monster dead on, who in turn let out a high pitches shriek.

“‘My champion ! You’ll pay for that !” She screamed, pulling the arrow out of her chest and snapping it in half in rage.

A laugh left your lips as you advanced on her, hovering just above the floor.

“I’m not your champion ! And the only one who will pay here is you !” You screamed, magic radiating from you.

Bringing your hands together, you manifested a large amount of red energy and sent it straight at her. Having lost the element of surprise, Bellroc easily deflected it.

“That’s child’s play. You’ve barely had your powers for an hour. I’ll kill you slow and painfully.” She cried cackling manically as she lunges for you.

The two of you engaged in a battle, flying around each other, deflecting and sending attacks. Even though your powers were new, you were managing to hold your own so well that you were at a stalemate. Bellroc was still weak from the magic that it took to turn you into that magical killer, and you knew this might be your only chance to kill her.

‘I need an edge. We’re at a stalemate.’ You mumbled to yourself, peering round the cave as you dodged one of her attacks.

Douxie and Jim were injured and barely able to fight so you knew they couldn’t give sufficient aid to win this. An epiphany struck you, as you glanced up at the ceiling of the cave, and saw multiple sharp stalactites hanging there.

You knew your plan was risky, and there was a good chance you would di, but if it killed Bellroc and Skrael once and for all then it was worth it. You didn’t quite know what sort of astrocities they’d committed but not only had they tortured you, turned you against your friends, but they’d also hurt the people you cared about most.

“Jim ! Douxie ! Get out of here now !” You screamed at them, launching another arrow at Bellroc who was starting to regain her strength.

The pair exchanged worried glances, neither of them wanting to leave you. Jim couldn’t stand to lose his big sister, his dad was already gone he couldn’t lose another family member. And Douxie has just told you he loved you, you hadn’t even begun to start that journey together.....but then he’d once before been in the situation you’d been in. He knew what to do.

Regretting it already and full of remorse Douxie grabbed Jim, roughly pulling him towards the exit of the cavern. Screaming and struggling, Jim tried to pull away from Douxie, but the wizard was biologically a few years older and so a bit stronger plus he wasn’t as badly injured as Jim.

“(Y/n) ! No ! Please I can’t lose you to !” Jim cried, tears starting to stream down his face as he watched you turn to face him with a remorseful smile.

“I’m sorry Jim. Tell mum I love her okay. And know you’ll never be alone. I’ll always be here for you.” You cried out to your brother, a few of your own tears streaming down your face.

Safe outside of the cavern, Douxie watched as you launched three beams of magic up at the ceiling, the stalacites cominf lose and collapsing on top of you, Skrael and Bellroc. Just as the three of you were about to be engulfed by the masses of rock he saw your lips move.

“I love you too.”

And with that a thunderous rumble filled the cave as the stalactites smashed to bits on the ground.

Ringing filled Douxies ears as he stared, frozen as he tried to comprehend what had just happened.

“No ! (Y/n) ! Please !” Jim cried, rushing forwards and trying to pull pieces of the smashed rocks out from the car, trying to tunnel his way in. Sobs could be heard coming from him, as he made futile attempts at rescuing you.

“Jim, she’s gone. I’m sorry.” Douxie placed a comforting had on Jim’s shoulder, gently pulling him away from the cave entrance.

“No !” Jim yelled before collapsing to his knees, smashing his fists against the ground.

‘I’m sorry I couldn’t save you love....’ Douxie knelt next to Jim and brought the devastated troll hunter into a hug, the pair of them crying quietly as they mourned the loss of a person they loved.

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“What do we have here ? Sorceress (y/n) Lake, sister of my troll hunter Jim Lake and apparently my Douxie’s girlfriend.” A voice rang out, awakening you with a start.

A cry left your lips as you shot upright from your lying position, a heavy breath leaving your lips.

“Where am I ? I thought I was dead...” you mumbled, hands fumbling over your body as you tried to feel for an injury. Even the once dried blood that had stained your hair and clothes was gone.

“You aren’t dead. Yet. I am Merlín child, the greatest sorcerer to ever live. And I need your help.”

#douxie x reader #trollhunters #douxie #tales of arcadia #toa #toa douxie #toa wizards #troll hunters #hisirdoux casperan #hisirdoux casperan x reader

[tronagon]

I have made an AtLA AU for The Umbrella Academy and I am cursing you with its existence as I have been

Reginald got the kids from the different nations and numbered them according to who was most likely to be the Avatar (the cycle had been largely forgotten by society) and raises them in the Northern Water Tribe.

Luther: Earthbender, supposed next in the cycle

Diego: Firebender, highly dedicated

Allison: Waterbender, extremely skilled healer

Klaus: Airbender, talented but no motivation

Five: Firebender, actually the Avatar but untrained as such and lacks control

Ben: Waterbender, healer but not as naturally talented as Allison

Vanya: Firebender, went directly to bending lightning which freaked out Reginald and he banned her from bending again because she couldnt produce flame

Five starts showing signs of being able to bend other elements but they are all written off as coincidence. When he realizes he might be the Avatar, he talks to Reginald about it but is unable to produce anything except fire at the time and told that he is "a poor excuse for a firebender, and has no potential to be the Avatar".

As time passes he realizes that these continually occuring instances are not coincidence and confronts Reginald about wanting to be trained in all the elements. Reginald refuses, and Five runs away from home. He then enters the Avatar State in a fit of rage and meets his past lives, talking directly with Korra, who tells him he is the next Avatar and it is his responsibility to be trained in all the elements and continue the cycle. He also levels a small village.

He tries to train himself in all the elements for years, being unable to. He eventually is found by a group of rebels who offer to train him in all of the elements in exchange for him doing their bidding. He agrees, and ends up being trained in the most visceral ways how to bend all the elements, and only uses his abilities to kill people, mainly prominent political figures.

After some time of doing this, he decides he wants to leave the group and runs away back to his home, only to find Reginald has died and his siblings are all there for the funeral. They had scattered across the world after Ben's death and returned to their home nations, taking various positions.

(Luther: Police officer in Ba Sing Se

Diego: Vigilante in the Fire Nation

Allison: Healer in the Southern Water Tribe

Klaus: Monk, leader of one of the air temples

Ben: Killed under mysterious circumstances

Vanya: Music teacher in the fire nation)

Five tells everyone he is the Avatar and tells them that a catastrophic event is prophesied to occur. None of his siblings believe any of it except Vanya. Five ends up leaving to try and find the source of the catastrophe, while the siblings attempt to forget the events of the day but also get roped up into Five's investigation once the rebel group comes after Five and them.

Eventually, Vanya re-realizes her firebending ability and starts using it to go on a rampage over the fact that she was beaten down her whole life, causing her siblings, led by Five, to have to stop her from destroying the world by storm-bending so much all life on the planet is eliminated.

#atla #avatar the last airbender #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy au #umbrella academy

[gracereadstoomanybooks]

answering questions I’ve been asked on TikTok✨

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QUESTION: how did you get into reading?

So, when I was in middle school (many moons ago) we had this thing called AR Testing. Basically, you read a book and take a test on it—the questions were things that happened in the book, it was really simple. If you got a good grade, you got points. The more points you earned, the more eligible you were for the reading party at the end of each semester. Me, being the nerd I am, got top of my class because I went through 8th grade level books like it was nothing. The librarian at my school brought me books from the high school to read since everything was easy for me, and alas, my addiction began. And now that I have adult money, it’s a true addiction. Also, telling my father “I’m bored” and his response being, “go read a book or something” so thanks dad.

QUESTION: what’s one book you ALWAYS recommend to people?

This one is tough because I’ve read THOUSANDS of books, but if I had to choose one, it would probably be Confess by Colleen Hoover. I fell in love with her work in high school when I first read Ugly Love, but Confess is the type of book that pulls at your heart strings, y’all. It has everything people love: humor, sexual tension, drama, love. GO BUY THE DAMN BOOK. Or honestly any book by Colleen Hoover—she’s a fucking amazing author.

QUESTION: outside of making TikToks, what do you do for a living?

I currently work at a restaurant and hate every second of it. If anyone tells you to become a server, DONT. It’s not worth the hassle, I promise you. Sure, you can make decent money but the amount of rude customers and shitty tips you receive each shift is very disheartening. If you really need a job, do anything BUT work in the food industry.

QUESTION: what’s your wattpad story about?

First question: which one? I have about 30 drafts sitting there waiting to be posted. But, I’m going to assume you’re talking about the Harry Styles fan fiction I’ve been working on for the past 4 years and haven’t had the courage to post. I’ll tell you a little about it: Elaine Aldridge is forced into a betrothal to a man she’s never met & loathes. She goes to his court and realizes things aren’t what they truly seem. And the guard her future husband sticks on her??? None other than Mr. Harry Styles. Add in some magic & deaths and you’ve got my story— The First Prince. (Honestly, that’s an extremely shitty description so if you wanna check it out go to my wattpad account)

QUESTION: how old are you?

Ahem. . . twenty-one.

QUESTION: what is your dream career?

Being a published author and having people rave about my books. That’s all. Or, an editor for a publishing company. Imagine reading all day and being paid for it🤩

QUESTION: what was your least favorite read of 2020?

I already KNOW I’m gonna get shit for this but....... the wicked king. YALL I LITERALLY COULDNT GET THROUGH IT IM SO SORRY, I STILL HAVENT FINISHED IT

QUESTION: current favorite author?

Sarah. J. Maas. I don’t know what it is about her writing style, but it’s addicting. Throne of Glass is hands down the best series I’ve ever read. A Court of Thorns and Roses is the first book I’ve EVER reread. Her stories truly suck you in and hold onto you—you get lost so easily in her writing and it’s like once you’re done with a series, nothing will compare. Or, at least that’s how I felt after finishing Kingdom of Ash. Honorable mentions: Jennifer L. Armentrout, Penelope Douglas, L.J Shen, Elle Kennedy and Kennedy Fox.

QUESTION: any recommendations/tips to give to a new reader?

I’ve always given this advice to people who want to get into reading: find what you like and start with that. If you like romance, I’ve got a list for you to choose from. Mystery? Another list. Sci-fi? I GOT YOU. Fantasy? Yes! Sports fiction? It might take me a second but I’ll find you a book. Nonfiction? I’m zero help in that category, honestly. The point of the matter is that you’re never going to enjoy a book if you aren’t interested in the underlying topics.

QUESTION: do you ever find yourself comparing your life to fictional life?

Yes. All the time. I daydream about being apart of the Inner Circle and living in Terrasen with Aelin and Rowan. I think about what it would be like to have real powers and a mate. It drives my boyfriend crazy—but he loves me anyway.

QUESTION: what are your most anticipated books of 2021?

Here’s a list:

A Court of Silver Flames by Sarah J. Maas

The Crown of Gilded Bones by Jennifer L. Armentrout

Gods and Monsters by Shelby Mahurin

Crescent City 2 (Untitled) by Sarah J. Maas

A Vow So Bold and Deadly by Brigid Kemmerer (I just ordered this one & it arrives tomorrow)

Blessed Monsters by Emily A. Duncan

QUESTION: why did you start a Tumblr?

Honestly, I used to love tumblr when I was in grade school (way too young to be on here then but what else is new). I like having an extra space to get my questions and comments out without having to compress it into a 60 second video for TikTok to see. Tumblr is a good place to blog & post things like this.

QUESTION: what’s your favorite song right now?

I’ve listened to Carry You by Novo Amor every day for the past two months and I cry each time.

QUESTION: why write Harry Styles fan fiction?

Simple: I love Harry Styles. I’ve been a fan of him and One Direction since they were on X FACTOR. Read that again. X. Factor. I used to watch their performances on YouTube before WMYB even came out. Of course, I love all of the 1D boys but I was always a Harry gal. And I look up to him in a way—I’ve read things about people wishing they knew him personally and honestly? I would never want to meet him. I like the version of him I’ve cooked up in my brain over the past 10 years. I like the symbiotic relationship I have with his music. Fine Line is a ✨masterpiece✨. HS1 is a ✨work of art✨.

now, some topics I’ve been asked way too many times and want to finally get to:

QUESTION: political views?

the saying “anyone but trump” has been in my brain for the past four years. No, I’m not a republican. No, I’m not a democrat. I like to think of myself as a progressive (ahem, liberal) Did I vote for a democratic candidate? Yes, and I’d do it again and again until the US isn’t one of the worst countries—I’m sorry, businesses— to be apart of. I wanted Bernie but got Biden, and I’m alright with that. And my girl Kamala🥳

QUESTION: how did you feel about the BLM protests?

I went to multiple BLM protests and donated a lot of funds to BLM & other organizations. It’s 2021, people... stop being fucking RACIST. And don’t be afraid to call racist people out! Black Lives Matter, even if no one is posting about it anymore.

QUESTION: thoughts on abortion?

your body your choice, queen! not my uterus, not my problem.

QUESTION: there was a comment on an old video of yours talking about r*pe, why did you delete the comment?

I made a video when I first started my account on TikTok about reading in public and feeling “turned on” by it. Go watch it if you don’t know what I’m talking about. BUT, some ignorant male decided to comment and say “this is how girls get r*ped”. Whew. So. I deleted the comment because ....

I am a victim of sexual assault. Along with a lot of other women. 1 in 5 women have been victims of sexual assault. Talking about being r*ped isn’t funny.

No one else needed to see his comment. I reported it immediately and his account was shut down.

I never got justice for what happened to me, and the fact that some random male—who had never even met me or seen me before my video showed up on his FYP—had the nerve to comment that? Unacceptable.

this question isn’t as controversial but

QUESTION: what’s the best way to get out of a toxic relationship?

okay, let me just start off by saying that the people around you who love and support you are going to be your backbone. Leaving a toxic situation is hard, and every situation is different, but my best piece of advice to offer you is don’t be afraid to ask for help. Your loved ones are going to be there for you when you need them, even if you don’t believe they will. If you explain what’s happening, someone you know and love will drop whatever it is their doing to make sure you get out safely. good luck my babes.

now, back to our regularly scheduled program:

QUESTION: any tips on making tiktoks?

Literally none. I post what I think is funny and relatable and if anyone agrees, I’m satisfied. Even if it’s one view, it’s good enough for me. So I guess my one tip is to not base your life off of an app and followers.

QUESTION: favorite Harry Styles fanfic?

DONT MAKE ME CHOOSE. Duplicity is up there, along with Stall 1&2, and Kiwi. After? Absolutely not.

QUESTION: favorite WEBTOON?

y’all already KNOW. LORE OLYMPUS BY USEDBANDAID. Rachel is a genius and I have reread the series a million times. Hades is my soulmate and Apollo can rot in the fiery pits of the Underworld. also, if we’re talking about other webcomics, reading Walk on Water on mangadex...🤫

QUESTION: favorite movie?

Howls Moving Castle. I will be getting my “a heart is a heavy burden” tattoo very very soon.

QUESTION: I read your Elain theory on tumblr, can you explain a little more?

I thought I was pretty straightforward but I’ll say it again: she is always the “good” one and it’s too suspicious. SJM has already given one Archeron sister a happy ending, Nesta’s is obviously inevitable, but Elain? She has too many options for a happy ending. Lucien, who is her “mate”. Azriel, who is intrigued by her slightly. Her human guy—I don’t remember his name—who is disgusted that she’s not human anymore. Or, alone, planting flowers all day. BUT! My point is that she’s not truly happy. She was forced into the Cauldron just like Nesta. She was ripped away from the life she loved so dearly and didn’t want to give up. The man she was going to marry now hates her guts because she’s a High Fae. She has the perfect set up for a villain plot line and I’m all here for it.

well, that’s all I feel like doing tonight. hope you enjoyed my little q&a! be kind, and talk to you later! byeeee!

#a court of silver flames #acotar #harry styles #one direction #sarah j maas #throne of glass #wattpad #tiktok #elain archeron #howls moving castle #lore olympus #q&a time #walk on water #persephone #lore olympus hades

[pogaytosalad]

Heres a wip of a sequel.

Dmviolence, by jade

Hello, if youre hearing this, it probably means im dead. Either that, or im alive and just got tired of keeping this hidden. You might remember my voice from a previous recording about a takeover in sector ⬽:➻, in which id helped prevent total annihilation of the sector. At the time i was unnamed, however now you may call me Kalton. After the takeover i resigned and moved to a job at a dmv. This planet was, for some reason, in one of the most tactically advantageous locations in the galaxy. And for some reason the higher ups dedicated the whole damn planet to dmvs. Dont ask why. Now, onto the story.

I woke up, and i put on my emerald green contact lenses. Just like any other day. I put on a basic white t-shirt and a leather bomber jacket along with a pair of jean shorts. If you cant tell by now, im gay.

I live in a small apartment. By small apartment i mean a bedroom, a bathroom and a kitchen all crammed into 2 rooms. I hopped out the bedroom window onto my motorcycle. It was a diamond white motorcycle with deep red stripes along the sides and the handlebars. My pride and joy. I put on my jet black helmet and took off towards my job at the, you guessed it, dmv.

Chapter 2

I pulled up in the parking lot and took off my helmet, my blue hair a total rats nest. The doors were push doors, yet i somehow ALWAYS pulled first. I entered the dmv and went to my station. A few hours passed by and no one had come in yet, which was unusual. So naturally i decided to sit down on the floor, put in my earbuds, and enjoyed some heavy metal. A few more hours passed by, and usually by now i wouldve been yelled at by my boss. This struck me as odd so i stood up. I really wish i hadnt stood up. The place had been completely destroyed. There were drop pods crashed in through the roof and they all had the ERGON logo on them. Ergon was a multi trillion dollar pencil manufacturing company with its own military. They had previously tried to take over sector ⬽:➻ when i had been working there. I was not looking forwards to what was about to happen.

Quickly, i ducked back onto the floor before anyone saw me. There were 4 riot soldiers holding this building. This was gonna be fun. The riot soldiers are your stereotypical riot gear and police baton soldiers. But these guys had laser batons and the riot gear gave them heightened strength and speed. They also had some, dare I say, shitty energy pistols. I crawled over to one of the soldiers who wasnt being watched and broke their neck. Carefully I took the baton and the pistol. Slowly crawled my way back to my station and checked the shot count in the pistol. I had 6 shots, just enough to take care of the remaining three soldiers. I stood up quickly and shot each soldier twice in the head. First shot to open the riot helmet, second shot to kill. I vaulted over the counter and grabbed the three pistols. These things were so stupid. You couldnt even remove the clips. Once you ran out of shots, the pistol was useless. Nonetheless, i didnt have any choice. I had a laser baton and 18 total shots in 3 pistols.

Upon leaving the building, my motorcycle was one of the few things to survive. It had alot of scratches and damage, but it still worked. The helmet was shattered however. I mounted the motorcycle and took off towards the next closest dmv. Maybe id find some better gear there.

Chapter 3

Pulling up next to the second dmv i immediately noticed 3 things. 1: there was blood everywhere. 2: there were 25 soldiers here. And 3: they all had energy weapons. The reason these things are relevant is because energy weapons dont cause bloodshed. This was the result of something else. Something new i hadnt dealt with yet.

I drove up and ran over 5 of the soldiers. This was probably an incredibly bad idea, seeing as i had 18 shots, enough for 9 kills, and there were 20 soldiers left. Every single soldier turned to me and i, being the absolute genius that i am, welded the front of one of the pistols shut with the laser baton, shot it off, and threw it into thei crowd of soldiers. It exploded, releasing a shockwave of energy and disabling the soldiers. I then used the baton to cut through the riot gear and kill the soldiers. I felt like a badass. That is until a mechanical looking wolf jumped at me and started trying to rip my face off.

The wolf was a frostwolf, except it had been placed into a mechanical frame and its teeth and claws had been replaced with lasers. I tried to bash it off of me with the baton but it just bit it in two. This gave me just enough time to grab an energy pistol and shoot the wolf. It kept trying to kill me amd i wasted a whole clip on it until suddenly, the dog started to levitate in the air and got thrown aside into a wall. I got up and was instantly frozen in place. Thats when.. she walked up.

Chapter 4

The she i am reffering to is ebony. A goth/punk wannabe with light blue tear shaped eyes and black hair with purple streaks. Shes a bitch whos mind got too powerful and now she can move things without touching them. Shes been chasing me for months. Not in a murderous way. Shes just obsessed with me. Ive tried to tell her im gay but she wont listen. And now im at her mercy.

She walked up to me and kissed me on the cheek. I hated it. She looked as if she was contemplating whether or not to free me when a pod came down from the sky and crushed her. Thank god. But i honestly wouldve rathered suffered at her hand than deal with what i had to deal with next...

Out of the pod came the warden. The goddamn warden from sector ⬽:➻. Last id seen him hed been in the same situation as ebony. Crushed to death under a pod. But this time, instead of being on my side, he was here to kill me. He was huge. Like seriously huge. He was at least 8 feet tall and shaped like gaston. Whos gaston? Nobody knows these days. But its basically a way to say "extremely buff and wide". Back to the story. The warden wasnt looking very good, considering the rotten skin, obviously quickly patched together face, and muscles hanging loose out of his skin. His rotting ruined body was held together by an exoskeleton of chromium-tungsten alloy. Nothing i had was gonna cut through that. I was gonna have to get creative here..

The warden had 2 weapons, both of them were his fists. Huge gauntlets that were each about the size of a cow. Definitely bigger than his previous set. They were a golden green metal i couldnt identify. But i didnt want to get hit with one to try and find out. I ran. I ran as fast i could run into the dmv and hid. I could hear the wardens footsteps. It was as if a small earthquake happened each time he took a step.

I peeked over the desk i was hiding behind and saw him punch through the 2 desks opposite to me. It took no effort and i couldve sworn i saw him smile. Obviously i didnt. Cause he didnt have a mouth anymore. But if he did, he definitely wouldve smiled. I took a shot to get his attention and ran off towards the wall. The warden was definitely faster than i expected.

Luckily i managed to dodge the blow by a centimeter. The metal smelled of decaying flesh and popcorn. The wardens blow punched a huge hole in the wall. I hope you see where im going with this.

I ran off to another wall and we repeated this same process a number of times until the building was barely still up. I ran out the doors and threw the baton at the last of the supports, cutting through it and causing the building to collapse in on the warden. He wasnt getting out of that. I decided to search the rubble to see if i could find anything worth taking. I found a new baton, a flame rifle and a few more energy pistols.

The flame rifle was a very interesting design. The sides were painted jet black with flame decals scattered about. You could feel the heat on the inside and it made the gun warm to the touch. Comfortable to hold. Other than that though, it looked like an old fashioned 8.59mm sniper rifle. It had 4 shots remaining, so id have to use it sparingly.

I grabbed some scrap materials out of the rubble to make a holster for it and put it on my back.

The energy pistols just dangled from a keychain. The baton was simply turned off and placed through a hole in the back pockets of my shorts. I ran to my motorcycle and drove off, i needed to find out more. I had questions, and i had a sneaking suspicion that i knew where to find the answers.

I drove off again, i was dirty and there was blood on me and my bike. I probably looked like a serial killer. But i knew that if anyone was still alive, itd be jayden. They were.. well. They were a vampire. They lived in a swampland area and wore sparkly rainbow shirts and a huge sunhat. The sunhat allowed them to go outside in the sun, and they only drank coconut water. They also had a crazy amount of weaponry and used to work at ergon, before being fired for stealing weaponry. By the way, if you havent noticed by now, im using they/them to refer to jayden. Jayden doesnt have a gender. Jayden.. is kind of my crush. It probably has something to do with the fact that theyre the only person on this planet who talks to me. Other than ebony.. but ebony is... not my type i guess. Anyways, back to jayden. Jayden was on the roof of their swamp shack drinking coconut water out of a wine glass. I yelled up at them and they fell off the roof onto my back. I guess i cushioned their fall. Jayden immediately said "What do you need dear" without waiting for me to stand up, and shattered the wine glass. I informed them of the situation and asked the questions i had. Things like "what are the ergon soldiers defences like on their ships" and "how did they reanimate the warden" they had answers.

Jayden told me about the new security measures that had been put in place since id last been on an ergon ship. There was now a code for each teleportation pod and the gaurds had doubled. As for the warden, it turns out jayden was actually the first test run in reanimation sciences, and couldnt answer me because they had been unconcious in a lab when the warden was reanimated. That explained the vampire undead thing. Jayden invited me into the shack where they pulled a nail out of the floorboards and it turned into a ramp to the basement. Down in the basement? Thats where jayden kept their weapons they stole. And boy oh boy were there some interesting ones.

One that immediately caught my attention was the big rocket launcher. It had 3 barrels and each was a different colour, indicating a different effect. One was red, one was yellow, and one was green. The red barrel fired a normal explosive rocket, the yellow barrel fired an electromagnetic pulse rocket, and the green barrel fired an acidic explosive. And the launcher shrunk down to the size of an energy pistol when a button was pressed. It gathered up dirt and dust and garbage around it from the back to quickly convert into ammo but the only downside is that it would be difficult to use more than once in an area.

Jayden picked out an old shotgun. At first i didnt understand why, but then they loaded the clip. The clip was a huge drum that loaded in the bottom of the barrel. The drum was see through and inside you could see sawblades lined up side by side. When they pumped the shotgun a blade got lifted into a slot between the 2 shotgun barrels and started glowing red. When the trigger was pulled, the blade spun at high speeds and fired out of the slot, spinning along the ground like a wheel. It could cut through anything a baton could cut through and seemed to almost follow its target. The gun itself looked like an DP-12, except behind the pump, a large clear drum full of sawblades was in place. The blade sat between the barrels in place of the iron sights and got heated up by an electrical circut.

I also took a laser sword instead of my baton, it was just like the one that [3825968] had, except this one was about an inch longer. The final weapon i took was an acid thrower. It was basically just a watergun with acid in it. Ive always been partial to acidic weapons. If youve heard my other story, youd know why..

Jayden also took a submachine gun that fired freezing rounds. The rounds were essentially glorified waterballoons with liquid nitrogen in them. Though the rounds were bullet sized, enough shots from it would certainly freeze you in place. The freeze gun was about the size of the average human head, and was painted navy blue with blue saphire stripes placed along it. We both left the shack, me with my sword and jayden with a wine glass. We were ready to kick ass and put a stop to this.

We left and immediately both got flung into some trees. Guess who it was. It was ebony. Her body had been found and reanimated. I was starting to see a pattern. And now we had to fight the telekinetic who could kill us with a wave of her hand.

She was levitating. Her eyes were glowing red and her hair was floating in the air. She had a smile of someone about to rip your arms off and beat you with them. I tried to take a shot at her but my hand got knocked aside by an invisible force. So i tried the next best thing. Seduction. Fake seduction. Hopefully the whole dying and coming back from the dead thing didnt make her stop being weirdly obsessed with me.

While i faked surrender and complimented ebony and attempted to seduce her, jayden took aim of their ice gun and shot a burst at ebonys right arm. The arm froze in place and shattered. Hopefully that would lower the strength of her telekinetic abilities. It did. But only by about half. Which meant jayden got thrown into the air as i tried to discreetly unholster my acid gun. It wasnt discreet enough and the gun was knocked from my hand.

The gun flew forwards and the impact of hitting the ground set it off for a second, just enough to spray an acidic burn through her arm. Incapacitating her. Jayden ended up sneaking up behind her and impaling her through the skull with the shattered end of their wine glass. Finally ebony was dead for good.

The acid gun was busted, so we had to leave it behind. We got onto my motorcycle and took off towards my apartment building. We would need food if we were going to be traveling. An apartment complex would probably be full of foods, and alot of dead people who wouldnt care if we took some stuff.

#writing #scifi #fantasy violence

[iwriteforspencerreid]

white noise

Hey! This is my first fic on tumblr and for spencer Reid, I really hope you like it :)) xx addi :)

Warnings: angst, panic attacks, overstimulation (not the sexy kind), near death experiences, hurt/comfort. Some fluff

Summary: reader has a tough time coping with the last case the Bau worked on and has a panic attack in a dangerous space, spencer finds them and helps them. Some feelings get admitted and the end is mostly fluff. Gender neutral reader!

Everything felt distant as you sat looking out the window of the BAU jet. Your mind had been running nonstop the past 3 hours or so hyper-focusing on what you could’ve done better. if you hadn’t been 3 minutes too late. Nevermind the what if’s, you were exhausted and for the first time in the past few hours your mind had cut out. If you were any less tired you’d recognize the red flags but you didn’t and you only passively regarded the silence as something to be grateful for.

 Absentmindedly you scratched at your skin trying to rid yourself of the blood and dirt that was only imaginary at this point. When you work with serial killers and murderers all day every day you start to recognize the feeling of someones eyes on you, even out of it you could feel the curious gaze Spencer had locked onto you. You probably looked like a mess but then again you couldn’t find it in you to care. Everything felt dull and hazy; you were just so tired. 

You were too out of it to notice that the jet had landed and there was blood all over your hand now, you had scratched your arm too much for too long that it started to bleed. You hadn’t noticed. Someone’s hand touched your shoulder and you flinched violently away from the touch. Looking back you saw a startled Spencer reach out to you again. As if on autopilot you muttered an excuse and fled the jet ducking your head and walking as far away from Spencer’s far too curious eyes. 

The next hour went by much the same. You were so dissociated and exhausted to even bother keeping track of the amount of time it took to get back to the bullpen. You hardly even registered when Emily called out to you.

“Hey y/n, you still up for the get together at Rossi’s later?” Dazedly you muttered some form of agreement not processing what you were agreeing to but you’d do anything to get them to stop looking at you. For you to be able to leave and scrape the imaginary blood off of you. Emily then went on to list a time for everyone to meet at. 8 something or other, you hardly cared. Your skin burned with the feeling of someone’s eyes on you again. You didn’t have to turn to find out it was Spencer’s, he hadn’t stopped looking at you all day and you hated the intensity of it all. you hated how much it made you want to shrivel up and hide for the next 50 years.

Leaving the bullpen felt like an eternity, you were finally getting on the elevator when a hand caught the doors and Dr. Spencer Reid followed inside, you resisted the urge to scream because you honestly had no problem with Spence. The complete opposite really. Any other day you’d rejoice in noticing his eyes on you all day or even catching his attention, since you’ve had a crush on him for the past couple of years. However, today you were just so not up to speaking or existing anywhere near anyone. It was one of those days where you were so emotionally drained that you wanted to blend into the wall like some sort of chameleon. It was almost as if anyone even glancing at you made your skin crawl and made you want to cry but you were so exhausted and dazed that you honestly doubted if you even could.

“Hey y/n, I noticed the whole thing on the plane and you’re blink rate has been off for the past few hours. Considering what happened today surely had some sort of affect on you and I was wondering if you wanted to talk-“

“Spence” you winced at the way your voice sounded. There wasn’t anything wrong with it per say just today speaking honestly felt like nails on a chalkboard. “I really appreciate the concern but I’m absolutely fine.” You almost felt bad with the way your tone dripped in sarcastic acidity. You were never this scathingly dismissive and the kicked puppy look on Spencer’s face made you feel instantly bad but as soon as the doors to elevator opened you bolted. You’d apologize to Spencer later, when talking wasn’t so godamn hard.

The ride home was a blur and you were honestly confused on how you didn’t get into some sort of accident since you couldn’t even remember driving all the way home but you weren’t one for looking a gifthorse in the mouth and instead rushed inside. The closer you got to your apartment the more your skin itched and burned, even the movement of clothes on your body felt like a million tiny needles. Finally unlocking the door you didn’t even wait to lock the door before you were tearing the clothes off your skin. The cold air of the apartment doing a small part of soothing the imaginary flames dancing all over you but when you looked down all you could see was blood.

It was everywhere and it made your stomach churn with naseua. Stumbling your way into your bathroom you reached for the knob in the tub, desperate to wash the blood off and forget. All you could hear was the gunshots and sirens. You could still feel the way her body went limp, how much heavier it was. It was as if the stench of blood and death was forever engrained in your head and you couldn’t stop yourself. Remembering how panicky your voice was telling her to breathe to just breathe that it was all okay that she would get help but it was a lie. So much of a lie. You remembered having to be carried out of there and halfway through the ride to the police station you had to get out of the car to dry heave up your dinner onto the side of a highway.

You remembered Spencer, oh god did you remember Spencer. He was the only one who kept by your side the entire time. Rubbing small circles on your lower back as you vomited, or how his muttering of reassurances cut through the fog that clouded your mind. You tried to remember what he said to hold on but for some reason it kept slipping from your reach. It was as if you were back in that warehouse in Arizona. The heat amplifying the stench of blood and death and for some reason you were screaming, you couldn’t remember why though, why were you back there, what were you screaming for, Anna? Anna was dead, she died there but that was so long ago, wasn’t it? Why did it still smell like that? Why were you yelling?

Everything went dark.

You heard beeping, what was beeping? It smelled like disenfectant and white. The room was dark though or maybe it was cause your eyes where closed. Where you dreaming? No there was a hand in yours, felt kinda like Spencer’s. But why would Spencer be holding your hand? You were in your apartment last you remembered, but your apartment didn’t smell like this. What was going on? you should probably open your eyes, right. They were so heavy though and the person holding your hand was humming Mozart, they had a nice voice, it was like Spencer’s. Spencer had a nice voice.

You finally managed to lift your eyelids. Waiting for your eyes to adjust you tried to move your fingers, they were really stiff though. Your throat was dry and your tongue felt like a hundred pounds so you didn’t even try to speak. Blinking a few times you managed to see the room you were in. Definitely a hospital, but why were you in a hospital? What happened? You were so confused but the soft humming of Mozart’s Piano Sonata was soothing and kept you from panicking. Turning your head you saw Spencer sitting in a chair next to you, a copy of Dante’s Inferno in his one hand and yours in his other. He hadn’t noticed you yet and you took that moment to observe him, his hair was messier than normal, as if he had been doing the thing he does when he’s stressed where he runs his hands through his hair multiple times within the hour. His eyes were dark and he obviously hadn’t slept but he was still so beautiful. His jaw was as prominent as ever and his lips were drawn into his mouth unconsciously. You wanted to trace the furrow in his brow till it smoothed out and went away but you couldnt lift your arm. You settled for tracing his features with your eyes instead. He’s always been so gorgeous you could never understand it, the way he could look so tired and stressed but still manage to look perfect. He was perfect.

The moment he saw you his eyes simultaneously darkened and lightened, as if he was happy to see you but worried at the same time. You were too caught up in how expressive and pretty his eyes were to hear what he had said though. You blinked a few times and he finally got the message and handed you the water sitting on a tray to the side. Taking many grateful sips you sighed in relief as he put it down.

“Hey” he muttered softly, you couldn’t help but notice he was still holding your hand, his thumb moving in swipes across your knuckles.

“Hey” you replied equally as soft, “what, what happened?” You watched as his brow furrowed more and he looked at you with concern and something else you couldn’t quite tell.

“I’ll uh, let me alert the doctor first, then we can talk about it ok? The rest of the team wants to see you when your up for it aswell, they wouldn’t let more than one person in the room.” You nodded your head as best you could and watched as he walked out into the hallway. His hands moved as he spoke presumably to the nurse behind the desk. “God, did you love him.” You had thought, it was odd for that was the first time you truly acknowledged your feelings for the lanky doctor, however it wasn’t as surprising as you had thought it would be, you had known it for some time and being in love with the doctor felt so natural. It wasn’t as scary as it had been with your previous partners, this felt safe and warm.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t notice when the young man returned to your side. He gave you another one of those looks the one mixed with concern and...care? You still couldn’t quite place it but it made your stomach churn with something akin to butterflies.

“Hey,” you giggled reaching up and tucking the one stray curl behind his ear, it took some effort but touching him was worth it. “Whatcha thinking about up there?” You asked tapping his temple softly. You saw his expression melt and if you weren’t so unsure of yourself you’d say it was almost affectionate.

“How-“ he paused licking his lips and shifting into a more serious posture “how much do you remember of last night?” You paused to think about it trying to recount the events in your head yet there were serveral lapses in your memory.

“Uh, not a lot, I remember being really overwhelmed and uh, I went to take a bath and thats it.” His brow furrowed and he looked at you, but it was one of his more inquisitive looks, one that screamed he was trying to figure you out.

“Don’t profile me, Doc, just tell me what happened” His expression softened somewhat as he continued to gaze at you, you noticed that his hold onto you was gentle as if you were more fragile than other things. You tightened your grip on his hand as reassurance that you were there and you wouldn’t shatter in his hold.

“You didn’t show up to Rossi’s like you said you would and I was already really concerned about your behavior. It just didn’t sit right with me and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong, so I went to check on you. When I got to your place you hadn’t answered your phone or the door and when I tried to open it it was unlocked. I heard water running in the bathroom and thought that maybe you were just busy in the bathroom and you forgot but,” he paused his expression darkening to something akin to sadness. “When I got closer there was water leaking into the hallway through the door and that’s when I opened the door.” He shifted again not meeting my eyes. “You were unconscious in the tub for almost 4 hours. The water was so hot it caused burns all over your body and you passed out from the heat. There were signs of some sort of panic attack and you had been clawing at your skin till it opened and bled. The heat of the water cauterized the cuts but it wasn’t pretty.” You let out a soft “oh” before realizing how much this affected the doctor and you felt the need to comfort him.

“Thank you,” his head lifted in surprise and you saw he was going to interject but you cut him off.

“I don’t know why but for some reason the last case hit me pretty hard, you were the only one who noticed and stuck by my side the whole time. I could’ve died if I was in there for longer, both you and I know that. So thank you. You saved me and now I’m ok, Doc. I can’t promise I won’t have some scary moments like that again, it comes with the job but you saved me and I can trust you’ll always be there too. I’m ok and I’m alive and I’m here, Spence. You dont have to worry about me, love. I’m here.” He just swallowed and nodded his head. All of a sudden he surged forward and hugged you.

“I was so scared” he muttered into your hair. And all you did was hold him and whisper reassurances to him.

“I’m here love, I’m here.” He pulled away after a minute or two but not completely. He rested his forehead to yours and looked at you with such affection and love in his eyes it stunned you. You noticed his gaze lower to your lips and meet your eyes once again. You were still frozen with unsurity, almost positive that this was all a dream and you were back in your bathroom dead or something because there was no way that The Spencer Reid loved you back. He must’ve noticed your apprehension and spoke in such a soft tone as if he were scared that this wasn’t real either, that the air between us was going to shatter if he spoke to loud.

“I- I can’t almost lose you again. Y/n, i need you to know this, you might not reciprocate but seeing you like that scared me so bad and all I could think about was that I should’ve told you. I love you. I love you so much and I have ever since 4 months ago when you told me that Star Wars was better than star track for the sole reason that the Ewoks were the cutest things you had ever seen.” You couldn’t help the grin that stretched across your face at his small soliloquy.

“I win” you whispered back to his confusion you added “I’ve loved you for 7 months now ever since you read me kafka on the way home from a case in Tennessee.” To which he smiled and kissed you.

And it was perfect.

#spencer reid x reader #criminal minds fanfiction #mgg x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer x reader #gender neutral reader #spencer reid x gender neutral reader #criminal minds

[fotiathymos]

I’m writing up Galo’s backstory post thing cause.. who ever you are anon you are too sweet to grace me with your time. But yea, its sad, like Lios. But with Lio’s I managed to avoid writing things I wanted to get into because i just got frustrated with tumblr eating like 8 paragraphs of stuff. 

I am some what talking about baby trans issues, mental illness and emotional abuse symptoms with Galo in his backstory (I have no idea how to avoid addressing his relationship with Kray being horrible in a Galo back story so whoops SAD) And I kinda didn’t say anything for Lio’s similar struggles so imma dump some thoughts here for a Lio continuation sort of. 

TW for talk about delusions, dissociation, reality distortions, paranoia, trauma talk sorta, more reference to kidnappings and death. I apologize if I miss something.

I just need to state that I did originally get into a bit of Lio being trans and how he never had the chance to tell his parents before they were ripped away from him. While wandering alone he decided to change his name and refer to himself differently with different groups he encountered. Playing around with his gender and name and etc.. in a somewhat safe way considering there was a likely chance of never seeing these people again.

His parents use to call him “Little Lion” because he would get his energy out and burn happily by roaring. It’s what led to him choosing the name Lio permanently. A memento to his parents. Fotia is also not his real last name. Maybe its Tepplin haha.

Lio didn’t come out of the stressful paranoid early life he had a-okay. He experiences harsh delusions of shadows following him, people talking about him, staring, etc. His Promare talking nonstop in his head didn’t help when he was full blown dissociating into a different reality. His body didn’t feel real, didnt feel like his own, everything felt off. His sense of reality was skewed and he couldn’t grasp on to solid thoughts a majority of the time. Talking was difficult, looking people in the eyes was avoided, anyone trying to touch him was met with flames and roars. Things like this caused him to not stay with groups or communities often. 

Learning to cope in unhealthy ways of burning abandoned buildings, recklessly facing Freeze Force alone to save groups, but then just disappearing by himself. Eating and sleeping were things he felt he didn’t deserve, or couldnt do. Food is poisoned, someones out to kill you. Can’t stay still and sleep, someone will kill you. 

After almost wasting away, he was found by a biker group of Burnish who also called themselves Mad Burnish. At this point he didn’t know about the Mad Burnish being a safe haven for him. They were called monsters in the news and on tv. Every burnish arrest was suspected of being in the Mad Burnish. Perhaps they were a group of Burnish enacting revenge. Lio didn’t enjoy the idea of Burnish killing others, it was only stooping to the same horrible level of the Foundation. Everything didn’t have to be murder. 

But this group cared for him. Taught him he wasn’t alone. They weren’t the Mad Burnish with Meis and Gueira. There were many groups calling themselves that around the world. In an act of rebellion and unity for other Burnish. Of curse the messages were skewed to be terrorist or savoirs. Depending on where you hear it from. But meeting a group was different. They were an older group, much older then Lio. They found him and fed him and got him to sleep, despite Lio being extremely reluctant. 

The group was attacked while Lio was resting, hidden away. They were all taken away by Freeze Force over night. Lio was once again left alone. And at this point he was tired of being the one who needed care, tired of being useless, tired of drifting off alone only to have everyone around die or kidnapped. He purposely went screeching for the last remaining Mad Burnish to lead them.

Post Parnasuss. Lio still kept bad habits and illnesses. On top of his existing ailments he has trouble controlling his limbs sometimes. Losing them entirely can do that, Id say. He didn’t have a scar on his chest where the ice bullet was, but phantom cold chilling pains would occur. He finally learned better coping through Galo. How to ground yourself. That it was okay to randomly roar again to get pent up energy or negative thoughts pushed. Lio still kept that leader mentality and wanted to care for others before himself. But he was growing and surviving and he was much safer in Galo’s arms now.

--

That became long again whoops. Galo will be next and I’ll write too much probably there too.

It always feels wrong or weird to write characters having delusions or illnesses that arent like.. anxiety. Or well I guess ‘simple’ ones with ‘simple’ solutions. Not saying anxiety is simple, trust me, I have it. But yeah. I hope that makes sense and I hope I didn’t cross any lines or boundaries with anyone. If so I take full blame and am willing to delete this post entirely and you are of course welcome to unfollow. 

Thank you for reading again! Please share your thoughts?? Even if its to tell me to shut up.

#boop merps #i made silly posts and then hit you with this WHOOPS #galo will be later i just honestly have a lot of lio thoughts i dont talk about #theres even more to his traumas and such that i dont get into here #i just weirdly relate big time to both lio and galo in bad ways huzah #EDIT sorry i forgot trigger warnings !!!

[is-that-another-soulmate-au]

Part 20 Curly Kyoshi Zuko

I rewrote it entirely because I was mad that it deleted in the first place. Please enjoy this. It took a lot of effort to recreate, and I think I made it better tbh

The morning after the Seige Kurt found himself tangled up under the sheets with Kahno. His back against the larger man's chest and trapped in his arms as if he was a teddy bear. He shifted a little and cuddled closer, not wanting to wake up. He gasped when his hair was ruffled "good morning little flare" Kahno rumbled out before placing a kiss to the back of Kurt's head

Kurt whined "no, not morning"

"Not morning?" Kahno mused while holding back a laugh as he let Kurt turn around and face him "arent firebenders supposed to rise with the sun?"

"Yeah but it doesn't mean we actually get out of bed, its cold and I dont remember where my jacket went after we came back last night" he wrapped his arms around Kahno's waste and pulled him closer "I just want to stay in bed with you a little bit longer, besides Aang doesnt want to head out until noon so I want to spend as much time as possible with you before I leave"

"I uh, I actually was going to come with you.." Kahno said which made Kurt push back against his chest

"No way!" He was smiling "no way! Are you serious?"

"Yeah, Katara convinced me, she knew we'd be miserable apart so she told me as such and it didn't take much after that... she's pretty terrifying."

Kurt laughed "yeah, she acts like an older sister to me.. even though she's younger"

"Yeah, thats because your tiny"

"Im not THAT tiny"

"Oh yeah?" Kahno smirked "not tiny huh?" He shifted so he was hovering over Kurt who now felt like a mouse beneath a tiger

"Okay. Okay, I get it. And that was fun last night but uh, not... not right now" kurts face couldnt get any redder "I uh, I just want to cuddle please"

Kahno laughed "I know, I was only teasing you." He moved them so Kahno was yet again being held like a teddy bear. "You might be tiny but you demolished a firenation warship in one go-"

"It took all of my energy though, so that sucked"

"Yeah, but you still did it. You're more powerful than you think."

"And so are you!" Kurt retorted back

There was a knock on the door "I know you want to sleep in love birds but youre gonna want breakfast before he hit the air!" Katara called from the other side, though it was a bit muffled.

Kurt let out a loud groan "I dont wanna!"

"Get up now before I come in there and give you a cold healing treatment, you know your cheek isn't fully healed yet"

"Yknow, cold healing actually sounds nice Katara!"

"Oh really?" She opened the door with a hand up at the ready and a devilish grin. "Is that so?"

"Ahh! No! No! I was joking! Katara, please no! Kahno stop her! I'll get up! I'll get up! No! No! Kataraaaaa!!!"

After the cold healing it was breakfast time and Kurt was pouting with Kahno between him and Katara. Sokka however sat on the other side of him "so Mr. 'Destroyed a firenation warship for my boyfriend' how was your night?"

Kurt raised a brow "my night was alright, I spent it at Kahno's hut, what about yours? I head your trio invited princess Yue over to help her grieve about her finances death... oh my gods you guys gave her the group cuddle therapy didnt you!" Sokka nodded and Kurt let out a laugh "group cuddles are the best, especially group cuddle therapy. How's she holding up?"

"Actually she talked mostly about you the whole time, it was hard to tell her you're with Kahno while she's moping around. But she knew about it, she just thinks your adorable, and wanted to know if you could teach her to dance after the war... whatever that means"

Kurt flushed "oh, when she asked me to show her some firebending I showed her my practice forms, which are styled both like waterbending and dance."

Sokka gaped "okay, not you have to show me sometime, you know that right? You can't just tell a man about something that cool and just not show him!"

"I figured you would be spying on me and Katara's bending practice"

"Katara's seen you dance bend!?"

"It's- its not dance bending-"

"It is SO dance bending!"

Kurt sighed "alright, we'll call it dance bending. No she hasn't seen me dance bend, she's seen me firebend in the style of waterbending. Theres a difference. When I bend to relax I bend the fire like its water but I do so while dancing. Katara hasn't seen me dance"

"Wait- you dance?" Katara leaned forward to talk around Kahno "thats amazing! You have got to show us sometime, maybe I can pick up some techniques from watching you!"

Kurt shifted in his seat "yeah, I can show you sometime I guess"

"Will you two leave him alone?" Zuko chimed "He doesn't like being the center of attention... well at lease he doesn't like being the center of attention from multiple people" Zuko glanced up at Kahno who just cleared his throat.

After breakfast the group packed up their things and made their way to the ships where Appa was waiting. Kurt took a stance after tossing his items up and did a quick fire boosted flip into the saddle extinguishing the flames as he went so he didnt hurt anyone or catch anything on fire. Aang airbended himself and Katara onto the Saddle, Suki and Zuko just jumped on and Sokka was helped up by Kahno.

With that theu were in the air and on their way to find Aang and earthbending teacher. On the way there Kahno started rummaging through his bags "hey Kurt, I wanted to give you something, it was originally gonna be a 'promise you'll come back to me' sort of gift but now its more a 'promise we'll both stay alive until this is over' sort of gift." He paused as he pulled out a small deep blue band with three uncarved white stones attached to it. "Traditionally its supposed to be a necklace, but in that sense its betrothal, so I made it as a bracelet to form a sort of... promise?"

Katara and Sokka both looked at eachother while Kurt took hold of the small band. The water siblings were the ones who talked him out of making the necklace but they didn't know he had already made the bracelet. "Its... beautiful" Kurt muttere

"So, uh, do you promis-"

"Yes of course I promise you big cheesefish" he snorted "but you better promise me too" he said as he held out his hand and the bracelet.

"yeah yeah, I promise you, my little flare, that I will not die" Kahno couldnt help the smile on his face and the burning in his cheeks as he tied the bracelet on Kurts wrist.

"Little- little flare!? Oh my gods thats the cutest nickname I've ever heard!" Katara beamed "maybe I could call you that to-"

"No! Only Kahno can call me that, and even thats a stretch. If you dare call me that I won't show you my dancebending"

"I told you it'd stick" Sokka chimed in

The group fell into laughter as the flew away from the pole. Now their band of six was a band of seven.

#avatar the last airbender #prince zuko #zuko #avatar: the last airbender #atla zuko #atla sokka #sokka #atla oc #suki #atla suki #atla katara #katara #atla aang #avatar aang #aang #AnkleBiterKurt

[yandere-musings]

Hey I don’t know if requests are open or not so please just ignore this post if they aren’t!! Could you please do headcannons or a scenario of yan Dabi or Tomura with a somewhat apathetic fem s/o? She just lets things happens and “goes with the flow” (as best you can when you’re kidnapped). Eventually her captor has to bring up the fact that most people would be hysterical over being kidnapped by a notorious villain. Thank you so much!! 💕

I still don't have much experience writing for Shigaraki so I'm sorry if he's a bit ooc! aaah I tried! Hope you like it!

Dabi

Yandere Type: Possessive, Sadistic, Controlling

• He had been stalking you for a while before he even made his move. It was easy enough though to steal you away. Break in with the key he had made, hide in your closet until you left the room, slip the dissolving sedatives into your glass of water then go back to hiding until you were out cold. Sure enough, you drank every drop and passed out shortly after. Dabi couldnt help but smirk as he came out of hiding and scooped you up, marvelling at how perfectly you fit in his arms and how easily things had worked out.

•When you woke up in the run down apartment he had you locked in, rather than screaming and panicing... You just looked around. A pity really. Dabi was oh-so looking forward to seeing your expression when you realized what was happening. But rather than hearing the sweet sobs he was longing for, you just sat silently. Perhaps you were in shock?

• "My name is Dabi. You belong to me now... This is your new home. If you try to run away, I'll kill you," he told you.

"Oh... Okay.... I won't run then."

Wait... What did you just say? Was that supposed to be a joke? Were you trying to trick him? Dabi watched you carefully, trying to piece together what game you were trying to play. Surely it wouldn't be that easy to break you in. Dabi knew these circumstances were supposed to be horrifying, making your reactions all the more suspicious. You stood up and began walking around his room and inspecting your surroundings. You picked up magazine that laying on the floor.

"I'm kind of hungry. Got any food?"

• The next few weeks left Dabi on edge. He was certain you were biding your time and planning an escape soon. Or waiting until he let down his gaurd before you'd attack him. But despite how ready he was for you to flip the switch and lunge at him, it never came. You just let things happen. Whenever he made food, you ate it without questioning if he had put anything in it. Whenever he pulled you close,you didn't tense up or struggle. Hell, you didn't even fight back when he shoved his tongue down your throat for a heated kiss. You never flinched. Never faltered when he forced his affections on you. What were you planning? Was he so beneath you that you wouldn't even waste the effort? Was he not good enough- even as a kidnapper?

• You were casually lounging on his bed, using his lap as a pillow while your eyes were glued go to the TV. The news was playing repeat stories of your possible death and disappearance, the lives lost during attacks by the league of villains and how blue flames had been littered across the city and burning whatever it touched to the ground. All these horrible images playing, clearly linked to him... And yet here you sat, relaxing in his lap like some kind of adoring pet despite witnessing the atrocities he has committed.

•Dabi is left with mixed feelings. On one hand, your lack of reaction infuriated him. He wanted to see you scared. He was looking forward to licking away those tears. Hear that beautiful voice crying and begging for mercy. Having you be so afarid of him that you would do anything he commanded... But he couldn't deny that he enjoyed this passive side of you. You were already submitting to him. You just went along with whatever he did with no resistance as if it was normal. Wasn't this exactly what he wanted?

• "Why aren't you scared of me y/n? You know what I'm capable of... Anyone else would be terrified," he questioned. You shrug.

"My life was kind of boring before this honestly. And you take care of me. So its not too bad here," you replied nonchalantly, not even taking your eyes off the television.

Dabi kept staring down at you. That's it? He treated you 'OK'? And you were fine with staying here? Dabi let out an amused grunt as he began to play with your hair. As weird a reason as it was, it was still a reason. Dabi was oddly... satisfied knowing that you genuinely weren't going to try to escape. You were perfectly content at staying at his side forever.

- - - - - -

Tomura Shigaraki

Yandere Type: Possessive, Controlling and Delusional

•A twisted smile spread across Tomura's face as Kurogiri's warp gate opened. Nomu stepped into the bar, an unconsious form tucked under his arm. Tomura quickly stood up from his seat and scurried over to take you in his own arms. He held you tightly against his chest, deeply inhaling the scent of your hair and struggling to surpress a pleasured groan and shudder. How long had he been waiting for the day to hold you like this? Far too long. It was if you fit against him perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle. One of the villains made an assertive cough, reminding him that Tomura wasn't alone in the room. He rolled his bloodshot eyes.

• They didn't understand his kind of love. None of them could, except for maybe Himiko. And even then, nobody in the world existed who could ever love you more than he could. Tomura cooed to you gently, marveling at how precious you were as you slept. He quietly excused himself, opting to take you to a private location rather than be prevy to the judgemental eyes. The sooner people stopped looking at his beloved, the better.

• When you came to, you were laying tucked neatly into a small bed in the corner of what looked like a giant cage. You yawned and sat up, only to look up and realize that you were not alone. Just outside the cell, a skinny man stood staring down at you with wide, blood red eyes. His gaze was intense as he breathed heavily, not once blinking or breaking eye contact. After a tense silence, he spoke.

"Wel..come home, Y/N.... I've been waiting... for so long to finally have you," he wheazed while gripping the bars of the cell.

"My name is Tomura... I don't think you remember me, but that's okay. It was so long ago when we met. But I never gave up on you. On us... I've been watching for so long, just waiting... Ahhh now we're finally together," he confessed airily, his cheeks turning red.

You looked around at the dingey room. The wallpaper was peeling back, windows nailed shut with wooden boards. This place was falling apart. The room was illuminated only by a small lamp that sat atop a computer desk so it was hard to make much out. Wait, what's that against the other wall? Another bed. Was this his room? Tomura extended his arm, pointing his finger at the small table by your bedside where a tray of food was waiting.

"I made your favorite... eat up my love."

•Tomura was sitting at his desk when he heard you clear your throat from inside your little prison cell.

"Excuse me? Tomura was it? Um... can you let me out of the cell for a bit? I can barely stretch out in here," you asked politely.

Tomura swiveled around in his chair, tilting his head curiously at your request. It had been quiet these last few hours. After you had eaten you meal, you had just been lounging around on the tiny bed, staying silent. Well, at least you weren't panicking as much as he thought you would. You weren't panicking at all really. Hmm.. He did want you to feel at home, since this would be your home until he decided otherwise. He could let you out to stretch right? He didn't want his beloved feeling crowded.

"If I do, will you behave?" he questioned.

"Well yeah. The windows are boarded shut so I can't get out that way. And that door over there is probably locked," you explained, nodding in the direction of the only exit on the opposite side of the room.

• Such a clever girl. Of course you would notice that sort of thing. You were his brilliant darling after all. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a keyring. Your eyes watched carefully as he inserted the key... but he didn't turn it. Your eyes went back up to his face where you found him.... staring at you.

"If you try anything funny... I'll put you right back in there," he warned.

"I won't."

• Tomura sat at his office chair, watching a video online with you sitting in his lap. Feeling you so close to him was wonderful. As promised, you were behaving. Execptionally well in fact. Tomura sighed happily, pulling you tightly to his chest and pressing into your back. You didn't even flinch when he snaked his arms around you to hug your waist. You were being totally complacent.

"You know, Y/N... I could kill you right now, if I wanted to..." he weezed behind you, his breath warm against the shell of your ear.

You shrugged and reached out to use the mouse to scroll the playlist of videos you had been watching. Tomura's hand shot up clamped tightly over your neck. You froze, stoping the mouse.

"Please don't ignore me dearest. Its bad manners," he hissed.

You swallowed and nodded.

"Hmmm... You know that I've killed a lot of people, right? Does that frighten you? Knowing that you're at the complete mercy of such a villain?" he whispered.

"... Not really. If you wanted to kill me, I wouldn't be able to stop you even if I tried. So I won't bother struggling. Do whatever you want to me," you admitted.

• Tomura's dry lips curled into a sickening grin. Oh my, the countless ideas that could insinuate. You remained as still, feeling his body begin to tremble as he giggled maniacally. Suddenly the hand that had been clamped over your throat loosened and fell to your arm, rubbing small circles on it. In any other circumstance, such a gesture would have been reassuring. But it was was more unnerving given the fact that he had buried his nose into your hair and continued to inhale sharply.

"Ahh, such a tantalizing answer my love... I certainly will do just that. I have so many fun ideas of things we can do. I'm sure you're just as excited to try them as I am."

#yandere bnha #yandere mha #yandere boku no hero acadamia #yandere my hero acadamia #dabi #shigaraki tomura #mha tomura #yandere x reader #yandere dabi #yandere tomura #yandere

[shit-uhm-sorry]

It all starts in one of Andrew's criminal justice classes. It was specifically for analyzing the sociology of criminals. (how victim-abuser relationships work, criminal empires, the structure of how criminals interact with other people, etc.)

Andrew likes his degree. He really does. And having to admit that, even to himself is as Bee would put it: a big step forward

He doesn't care enough to shove it away. It feels... interesting. The whole field is interesting.

But then theres times like- this.

That makes Andrew want to commit another felony himself.

It was not long after the Baltimore incident.

Only a month after.

And his sociology professor comes in with a peculiar pep in her step.

She sets down her notes for the day and waits for the rest of the students to file in.

Once everyone is settled she plastered on this big grin

"Everybody, I have something to share." She said it as if she was trying to contain her excitement but everyone knew she was practically bursting with it. "If any of you are avid on keeping up with news involving big criminal networks you would have seen an absolutely astounding albeit vague breakthrough about a month ago."

Andrew felt his stomach clench. If she was going where he thought she was going with this...

"Some of you criminal conspiracy theorists out there know all about infamous Wesninski scandal."

Andrew felt a spark of anger begin to boil but he absolutely refused to show anything outwardly. He heard some classmates that were the avid conspirators start to also whisper excitedly. Andrew clenched his hand into a fist under the desk so hard he could feel half moon marks forming on his palms.

"For those of you who dont..."

She then pressed a button on her remote and the projector started to turn on.

An article titled "The Blood of the Fallen Wesniski Family" appeared on the screen. It had the picture of a giant house-closer to a mansion-on the front that Andrew could only assume was the Wesninski's.

"This article was published this morning. A month ago there had been a news story about a big bust in the Wesninski house reporting several murders of the occupants inside, but the police refused to release any more information than that. It was huge, considering many had speculated exactly what has been happening involving the Wesninski's for years."

"But this morning the FBI finally released information about what had happened."

His professor scrolled down past the picture to start reading the article outloud.

"Nathan Wesninski, Lola Malcolm, Patrick DiMaccio and 7 other victims have been reported dead, found around and mostly in a hidden basement of the Wesninski household."

It then went on to talk about the cause of death, why the FBI had been withholding this information, and the speculation on who killed them.

Suddenly she scrolled down and a picture of Neil showed up. There were a few audible gasps in the room. A select couple were from recognition, the rest were from the shock of the images.

Andrew had seen Neil in the hotel. But that was after he had gotten medical care.

This was when the police and press had arrived right after he narrowly escaped death.

Andrew felt such a white hot rage that he could feel his lips curling upwards in a snarl.

Neil was being man handled by a cop in the image, his hair a matted mess and blood was everywhere. The lacerations and burns on his cheeks were stark against his pale face. The shirt- the fucking shirt that Andrew saw Neil leave in before the riot was stained with so much fresh blood and sweat.

The worst part-

The worst part though was that in the image Neil was doubled over laughing. His eyes were filled with panic and hysteria and his mouth was wide. Andrew could hear his own laughter filling his ears when Drake-

Andrew pushed that aside in favor of trying to contain his immense anger. To contain the temptation of burning this fucking school into the ground.

"Some of you might recognize this man. He actually goes to our very school" the professor informed the class with such elation.

"This is Nathaniel Wesninski. Nathan Wesninski's son. He barely survived the events of what happened that night, and informed the FBI that the suspicions the police and other crime enthusiasts have had over the Wesninski's were true."

Andrew tuned out the rest of his professors ramblings on the theories and the confirmed murders and tortures the Wesninski circle was involved in until the name Nathaniel was mentioned again.

"Nathaniel is actually on our Exy team-"

Andrew surprised himself when he heard himself snarl "His name is Neil Josten."

Suddenly all eyes shifted onto him. The woman then had a look on her face like she just realised who exactly was in the class room.

"Ah.. uh, yes Mr. Minyard is correct. Nathaniel and recently changed his name to Neil Josten in an effort to distance himself from the Wesninski history and name."

She seemed to realize how insensitive this entire situation was because her joy and excitement noticeably dimmed.

After a few more words she went on with the actual lesson that day.

Andrew couldn't pay attention. His focus much more attuned towards Bee's breathing exercises that weren't working in calming him down.

After class was over Andrew was just about to be leaving when his professor stopped him. "Ah Mr. Minyard, a word?"

Andrew turned his head but didnt come near her.

She sidled up to him instead and said "I know you are on the college Exy team, and I have seen you with Wesnin- ah Josten in the halls."

Andrew felt himself clenching his fists again

"I was wondering, if it is alright with him of course, if you could possibly talk to Mr. Josten and ask him if he'd be able to guest speak on the next lecture?"

Andrew stared at her in disbelief, but to her in must have just been a blank mask.

"How about this." Andrew started

"The next time you decide to use a student, a human being, that you are trained to teach and to respect and coincide with as something for you to squeal over like a scientist dissecting a specimen, ask yourself this. Am I being professional? Am I being a person with common sense? Am I being someone who can fall asleep without crying over how pathetic my life has become? I can already guess that the answer to all these questions is no. No you are not. So stow away this asinine facisnation with other people's serious trauma and act like a goddamn fucking professional."

Andrew then turned around and left without a word.

Later that day Andrew entered the dorm after his classes were done and set his things down.

Neil was on the couch already, spacing out looking at the wall.

"Browning called this morning." He said after Andrew had settled himself on the arm of the couch.

"Said that they released the information to the public about Baltimore."

Andrew showed no reaction to this information, which he knew Neil would interpret as Andrew already knowing.

Neil gave a cruel smile and looked at Andrew. "Do you know how many people have approached me today? Asking about it?"

Andrew kept his face blank, giving Neil the foundation of nothingness he needed.

There was a tense couple of minutes of just staring before Neil's smile finally cracked and he looked at his lap in defeat. Andrew could see how tired he was.

"They asked. They asked why I laughed."

Andrew finally moved to sit next to Neil and put a hand onto his neck for much needed comfort.

Neil side eyed Andrew and started elaborating "...There was an image the press took that had been withheld by the FBI until now... it was of me-"

He couldnt hear Neil say it. Couldnt hear Neil relive it. "I saw." Andrew interrupted.

Neil looked at him fully, twisting his body towards Andrew.

"Yes or no?" He asked in a quiet and weakened voice.

Andrew saw the fresh scars on Neil's face. Saw the black armbands he wore proudly. Saw the eyes that usually held such a burning fire but now only held a dim flame. He saw a man who has survived so much. He saw a man that he knew better than himself and he saw a man just like him.

"Yes."

Neil, very slowly, learned towards Andrew until his face was buried in his neck and his weight was on Andrew completely. He kept his hands to himself.

Andrew buried one of his hands in Neil's hair, rubbing circles in the scalp and with the other hand he gently grabbed one of Neil's to lace their fingers together.

A sighed escaped Neil's lips and tickled Andrew's neck, effectively giving him goosebumps all over his arms.

Andrew tilted his face into Neil's hair and murmured "I did too."

He knew Neil knew what he meant.

He knew Neil had heard his manic laughter when they discovered him bloody and numb and high on his pills.

Neil nuzzled in further, not responding.

The message was clear anyways.

You're like me.

We are both damaged and the world will never understand,

But at least we have eachother.

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