#mother echo slays

[colourstreakgryffin]

Hey!! Can I do a request? So, how do you imagine the hashiras with a child that don't have parents?

I'm sorry about my writing, I'm Brazilian and I'm really good at reading and speaking, but I'm really bad at writing for some reason, anyway, g'night!

Please, don’t worry. Your English is wonderful and your request is just as wonderful! I will do this! Thank you! Mui is, yes, aged up to adulthood for this

Rengoku Kyojuro

He immediately runs to the crying of a lonely child. He missed somebody who needs his help

Kyojuro is extremely saddened by the traumatising sight before him. A little young girl surrounded by the bodies of her parents as she cries her eyes out

Kyojuro gently approaches her and attempts to lower his voice as to not scare her, introducing himself fully

“Hello, dear! My name is Rengoku Kyojuro and I’m your friend. I have taken care of that evil monster, would you like to come with me?”

He takes her out of the destroyed home on his hip and requests the Kakushi clean up the bodies as he tries to comfort the little girl the best he can

Kyojuro does everything he can to cheer her up. Act silly, give her his food, play piggybacks. He does it all so she’ll smile and eventually, he succeeds and it brings forth a smile of pride

He can’t leave her alone and helpless so he decides to try look for her family within the huge town, just to find out all she had was her parents

Then, Kyojuro just takes her in himself after deciding it was the right choice. He is a fully grown adult and can take care of children, he take cares of Senjuro so he knows how to

Tomioka Giyuu

The echoing cries of a child concern him as he immediately rushes to it. Is the child hurt? The demon has been slayed, is there another?

Giyuu finds a little girl clutching the body of her dead mother and next to her dead father, and his heart breaks. He relates to the pain of losing parents

Giyuu takes a few seconds too long to approach the child as he is afraid he’ll scare her. But he explains himself in the best way he can when he does

“Hey. Please don’t be scared. I’m the good guy, my name’s Tomioka Giyuu. I’m here to protect you, what happened?”

He helps lead her out of the house so the Kakushi can clean everything up as he listens to her

Giyuu sees the best way to comfort the child is to let her cry on his shoulder so he picks her up gently and holds her. He doesn’t speak, he just lets her cling onto him

Giyuu went around the town to ask the surviving townsfolk about her family, only to discover that she has nobody left

Even if he doesn’t see himself fit, he decides to take her in and look after himself. Everybody else won’t so who will?

Iguro Obanai

Crying? Somebody’s hurt. Obanai speeds off without hearing out the Kakushi as somebody still needs his protection

The sight before him disgusts him to his very core. A young girl hiding in the corner with her parents body thrown into the other wall

Obanai panicked in the moment. He was never good with children, he was very harsh to most people. Should he just let the Kakushi handle you? In a blink, he is before her explaining everything he can to try keep her calm

“Don’t panic. Don’t panic, I’m not here to hurt you. I’m here to protect you. The demon’s gone. My… name is Iguro Obanai. Can you come with me?”

He gently helps her out of the house whilst ordering the Kakushi to get to work so he can give his attention to handling the girl

Obanai has never been good at comforting but he picks her up so she could vent her heart out to him. Kaburamaru did his best to comfort her by pressing his snout on her skin

Obanai quickly gathers the townsfolk to find someone who can take care of the child. His mission is unsuccessful as she has nobody left in Japan

After a little while, he brings himself to the conclusion that he can’t leave her alone. He must take care of her himself. He will have to manage, for her sake

Kanroji Mitsuri

Her legs yank her in the direction of helpless crying the moment she hears it. It sounds like a child

Her heart almost breaks in half when she finds the source of the noise. A young girl holding the hands of her two bloodied dead parents and begging for them to wake up

Mitsuri instantly rushes to the girl and explains herself as she pulls her away from the bodies, out of a sense of protectiveness

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to drag you around! I’m a friend, I’m on your side! My name is Kanroji Mitsuri and I defeated the scary monster to save you”

Taking her away from the gruesome sight as quick as possible, the Kakushi enter as the Hashira and the girl leaves. In her arms, she asks the child to talk to her

Mitsuri, just like Kyojuro, does her best to cheer the young girl up. Playful hugs, braiding her hair, finding rope to play skip rope. Anything to make her smile

Mitsuri, as the girl tries to calm herself down, wonders around the town, talking to everybody she can to find out who can take her in and look after her but to no luck, she doesn’t have anybody

In a instant, she decides to bring the child to her Estate and look after her herself. She has lots of younger siblings and plenty of experience in caretaking!

Tokito Muichiro

Originally, the sound of crying wouldn’t bother him but the fact it sounded rather child-like was concerning so he took off

To find where the problem is and when he did find it. He wanted to puke on the spot. A crying young girl covered in the blood of her parents and their body parts scattered around her

Muichiro does consider his next move heavily as he slowly approaches the child. He’ll say hello, tell her who he is and bring her away from the bodies to figure out what to do next

“Hey— please, don’t be scared. I won’t harm you, I want to save you. I see… that this happened and I’m here to help it go away. My name is Tokito Muichiro”

Muichiro brings her out of the house in his arms, covering her eyes from the bodies so the Kakushi can take care of the mess

Like Obanai, Muichiro isn’t the most skilled at comforting but he listens to her and pats through her hair in attempts to calm her down

Muichiro runs around to try find any of her family members so they can take care of her. This doesn’t go well as he finds out she has nothing left

So, he takes her to his Estate and will try to take care of her himself. He is more than capable of looking after himself, how hard can a child be?

Shinazugawa Sanemi

Prowling for any spare Demons to dispose off. His ears are alerted to sudden loud crying and he almost dropped his katana to reach the child in danger

His anger and hatred over demons grew stronger in that very moment at what he saw. A poor innocent child with a cut on her knee and the headless bodies of her parents in the back

Sanemi doesn’t bother thinking, he rushes to her and picks her up. Surprising the poor thing as he explains himself with the softest voice and smile he can muster

“Hey. Please don’t cry anymore, you’re safe now. I will protect you, okay? My name is Shinazugawa Sanemi, allow me to help you with… this”

Sanemi basically jumps through the roof in a instant to get the girl away from the bodies, though, he didn’t need to order the Kakushi to go in as they did it for him

Sanemi is actually quite good at comforting and cheering children up, thanks to his past with handling so many younger siblings. He cuddles her and always responds with such caring words

Sanemi almost shakes down everybody around him to find you a suitable home, though, it doesn’t go the way he was hoping as he discovers the harsh truth of her lack of family

He can’t just leave the girl without a home so he brings her back to his and promises to take care of her with everything he has. He can do it, he has plenty of experience just as Mitsuri does

Himejima Gyomei

Silence enveloped the scene when blaring cries for help struck the Rock Hashira. He didn’t waste anytime to hear his way to them. A child that needs protection

He may not be able to see the scene in front of him but he can, for sure, smell and sense it like no other. A young girl crying over dead bodies, he jumped to assume they were her parents

Gyomei hesitates as he has grown afraid of children, due to his past experience with them, but his righteousness told him he must. He approaches her slow and low before explaining himself the best he can

“Hello, young one. I have arrived here to protect you, no harm will come before you as long as I am here. Trust me, my name is Himejima Gyomei”

Gyomei helps lead the child away from the horrifying nightmare she had to experience and senses the presences of the Kakushi going past, to clean up in that broken room

Like Sanemi, Gyomei is quite good at comforting, if not the best, thanks to his experience with childcare. He doesn’t try cheer her up playfully, he lets her speak until she has let it all out

Gyomei asks every single one of the victims he rescued if they know anything about the girl and her bloodline, all to such vanity when he must conclude she has no family left

Gyomei may be afraid of children but his compassion made him unable to leave the child homeless. He brings her to his Estate in a quick decision to take care of her until he can find a better home. He’ll have no problem with it after all

Uzui Tengen

He wasn’t only alerted to loud crying in concern but in empathy, he hated it when children cry. Especially if demons are the cause as he arrives as fast as he can

Disgusted and revolted at the hideous yet familiar sight, he had to lay his eyes upon a little girl crying as the mutilated bodies of her beloved parents sat in front of her

Tengen didn’t bother trying to be unheard or gentle, he needed the child in his arms and out of the house as soon as possible. He told her all he could

“Whoa. Whoa, no need to be scared of me. I may be big but I’m not a mean scary thing like the one I slayed. I’m here to stop the bad people and save you. My name is Uzui Tengen”

Tengen brought the child out on his back as he played with her whilst waking away, in hopes to distract her from her distress whilst the Kakushi enter themselves

Tengen isn’t the best at comforting nor cheering up but he is very playful and he knows how to be silly so he uses games and jokes to try keep her calm

Tengen went up to everybody he could find in the town with the girl tucked under his arm playfully as he asked them about her family. Learning that she had nobody to look after her now, his heart broke

Though, he did not skip a beat to take the girl to his Estate and show her off to his wives. He knew they’d love the idea of taking care of a child and he was excited over taking care of her too

Kocho Shinobu

She rushes over to the sound of a crying child at her top speed. There could still be a demon wondering around or somebody injured

She wished the image before her was a illusion so bad as her eyes dulled in raw empathy. A poor little girl alone in a chipped apart room with no parents around but stains of blood on the floor

Shinobu thought for a few seconds before she decided to gently approach her, she didn’t want to seem scary so she tried as she did her best to ease the girl

“I’m so glad you’re safe, darling. My name is Kocho Shinobu and I am your friend. Your protector, nobody will hurt you. May I help you up?”

Shinobu hides the girl’s head in her shoulder, carrying her so she doesn’t see the ruined house anymore whilst signalling the Kakushi to enter and clean up the pools

Shinobu, like the number of Hashira, is decently skilled in comforting children. She has many little ones she cheers up so she knows just to hug and stroke her hair until she calms down

Shinobu leaves the child with Kanao so she can scout out her family faster and get her sorted out faster but her efforts are thrown away when she finds out she has no family… how Shinobu related so much to it

She grew to like the young girl in little time so she decided to make it official and take her to her Estate, and look after her herself. She has lots of experience as she takes care of over five people everyday, one more isn’t a problem

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[lilliankoo]

“TITANIC” (II) BROOKLYN BABY ♰ jjk.

series masterlist.

pairing: artist! Jk x rich y/n!

synopsis: the cryptic note left you with so many questions, the man with the paintings in his hands stands at your door- two choices are in front of you, which way you will choose to go? from the unsaid confessions of love and promises to finding the lost bracelet. the titanic is going to test you at every turn- are you sure that you can keep up?

genre: strangers to love, love at first sight, star-crossed lovers, smut.

word count: 3.6k?

warnings: se*ual tension, kisses, n*de paintings descriptions, painting someone nak*d, classism, foul language, controlling mother, talks abt forced marriage, mature content.

author’s note: sorry for delaying the upload, i was busy with some personal stuff. i edited lots of this since my friend told me its missing the plot 🧍🏻‍♀️anyways i also had loads of work to do and couldn’t find the time to post it! i apologize to each and everyone of you i hope u understand <3 this was written very hurriedly, im not a professional writer. yas. just ignore grammar mistakes! slay lets goooo

“How many men do you keep in the nest?” you ask mingyu while sipping on your coffee, it’s been around three hours since you lost your bracelet. After coming across the foreign note you couldn’t really understand what you were supposed to do, your hands shaked and at the moment quickly throwing the note over the railing into the ocean was the best choice and after that hurrying down to your room to think was also the best choice. In your room, you quickly removed your jewelry, dress and changed into a soft pink corseted dress- something simple yet elegant. And now, you sat in front of mingyu on one of the tables in the dining area- having your first meal in the evening. Mingyu hummed after hearing your question and looked at you while wiping his mouth with a tissue. He seemed to think about it for a while- stabbed some brocolis laying on his plate with his fork- you knew he was thinking about something. “Why the sudden interest in the ship?” he asks, still looking at his plate. You lean back on your chair, studying him and the stupid question he just asked. there was unnecessary tension between you and mingyu which you hated. you know he’s salty about the morning event- where you slipped out of their “group tour” without telling anyone well you did inform your mother but she just couldn’t remember where you said you were going, she was too busy listening to dear mr.kim. You sighed and smiled while looking at mingyu. You choose to remain patient as knowing how many men there are at the nest is important- the cryptic note that you came across previously, clearly states “meet me where the nest resides' ' and by your best knowledge the nest is a structure of the upper part of the main mast of the ship that is used as a lookout point. “Well, mingyu I was just trying to make a conversation with something that interests you,” you say while pouting and removing the lipstick stain from your coffee cup. Mingyu sighs while reaching for his glass of wine. He takes a sip while looking at you over his glass. “1 during the day, 2 during the night” mingyu replies nonchalantly. What is his problem- you think to yourself. you mutter a quiet “okay” and continue eating. you and mingyu eat quietly, none of you saying anything besides occasional compliments for the food. you look around the hall and look at everyone. how everyone looks so happy and free. Suddenly something comes into your mind and smiles internally, the next moment, you drop your fork on your plate rather loudly and stare at mingyu. The cling of the metal on the ceramic seemed to echo. Mingyu looks at you questionably. “I need someone to paint me” you tell him while folding your arms over your stomach. Once again, he looks at you confusingly and at your arms, trying to decipher whatever you just said. Quickly his demeanor changes and he turns into a man you are more familiar with, “Well my love, titanic was built keeping luxury in mind, having an artist aboard will just”- before mingyu can finish his sentence you dramatically shake your head and get ready to leave. Mingyu stands up as well and holds both of your arms. “Hey, hey wait, there is no professional artist appointed aboard but i want to let you know that there is nothing that i won’t give you, you go and rest in your room and wait for me” he says while looking at you.

In that moment two things were clear to you- one, he knew about the potential marriage, second, he was whipped. you nod mindlessly and walk briskly to your room. Just as you reach your room, you sit on your bed and think. Think about what you just did and what happened hours ago. This artist thing was something you came up with so that you can keep mingyu busy. keep him busy so that he can forget about the nest thing and spend mindless time arranging an artist for you in the middle of the ocean. you sigh and crane your neck side to side- to relieve some stress and decide. To decide whether you should go meet a stranger in the middle of the night or talk to Mingyu about it and conduct an investigation. Well, while debating over the options and coming to a conclusion, you accidentally fall asleep. It was around some time later in the evening when you heard someone knocking at your door. you whine and try to ignore it by hiding your head under the pillows.The knocking just intensifies and goes on for a few minutes before you sit up and scream into your pillows in frustration. you scream “coming” and look at the clock showing 7pm. It’s been three hours since your meeting with mingyu. you unlock the door and there stands mingyu and a stranger with paintings in his hand.

an hour ago,

Mingyu knew what he was supposed to do right now, more like- who he was supposed to go to right now. He smiles to himself because he knows this will surely make you want to marry him. his feet move on their own and they make their way to the third class area. mingyu also smiles because he does not have to work that hard to find an artist right now since you made him meet one in the morning. the same guy you were worried about- the guy that was being denied entry. what was his name “johnguk” “jeonguk” - mingyu does not even remember but he does remember his room number- 37. he owns the guy a favour. When he was being denied entry in the morning, Mingyu did him a favour- the reason he was being denied entry was he had a ticket that was not under his name, apparently he won the ticket in gambling since he couldn’t afford one. he remembers how the guy had tears in his eyes and kept saying “i need to get on, this is going to turn around my life” “i am an artist i need to be in new york” and so on. Just because of you Mingyu helped him. Mingyu quickly reaches his room and knocks on the door. Just as Mingyu is about to knock once again the door opens and the guy stands in front of him- disheveled hair, paint on his face and white shirt. Pathetic- mingyu thinks to himself.

“Mr. kim! how can i help you” the guy says and mingyu almost praises him for remembering his name. “Ah, i am good J” Mingyu genuinely did not remember his name, he did know his initials was “j” so he just went with that. “My name is Jungkook, I mean you can call me”- jungkook’s words were cut off when mingyu asked him if he could talk to him. Jungkook did feel bad that he did not listen to him but hey he was still happy that “mr.kim” was here for him. Jungkook nods and mingyu quickly tells him about the offer. “I would like to hire you for my fiance,” Mingyu tells him. fiance. Jungkook genuinely could not believe what he was hearing- “hired” meaning he had an actual job. Jungkook quickly agrees since it is a once in a lifetime opportunity- being around rich people and professionally painting- he loves it. Mingyu tells him to grab his stuff and come with him. He brings Jungkook to the first class’ bar and offers him a drink which he denies since “he doesn’t drink”. Mingyu smiles bitterly and looks him up and down while drinking his whiskey. “so, do you have any of your work with you?” mingyu asks jungkook. Jungkook pulls out his sketchbook and hands it to mingyu. He goes through the book and nods. The book was filled with sketches of buildings, random strangers, sunsets and aesthetic views. Mingyu mindlessly surfs through the pages and asks Jungkook how much he charges. “Well, um what exactly am I painting?” Jungkook asks. “My fiance is into art, she wants someone to paint her '' mingyu replies. Jungkook does not miss the way Mingyu almost snarls. ”I will give you $100 for every painting you do for her, just keep her happy, '' Mingyu says mindlessly.

right now,

“Did we wake you up?” Mingyu asks you while smiling. The guy next to him ducks his head in greeting and looks at you in admiration? Confusion?-you really can’t pinpoint. “No, no come on in” you say while mumbling lightly. Mingyu and the man enter your room and you motion both of them to sit on the sofa while you sit on your bed. for a moment, all three of you don’t say anything and just look at each other. the man looks around your room in admiration, mingyu looks at you- more like tries to study you. mingyu clears his throat and looks at the man he brought with him. “y/n, this is jungkook, he is an artist and he is here to paint you” he says while grinning. Oh, he won. The color from your face almost drains but you still smile; the thoughts run in your mind at a rapid pace as to how this fucker found an artist for you this quick. Your plan already failed “oh, wow” is all you say while looking at the artist. The man suddenly stands up and does a deep bow. “nice to meet you, madam, I am jeon jungkook, '' he says and looks at you. See, you don’t really believe in love at first sight nor do you fall for somebody’s looks this fast but the man standing in front of you right now is a piece of art in himself. you study his facial features, his oh so big eyes and nose, his lips, the curve of his jaw and so on. In that moment all you wanted to do was eat him alive- in a sexy way. you almost purr at him but you control yourself. “It’s nice to meet you jungkook, i am y/n, please sit down” you tell him while motioning him to sit back down. He smiles at you and looks at Mingyu as he is asking for his permission. Mingyu expectantly looks back at him and stands up, he walks over to you and drops to his knees in front of you. “y/n, remember how i told you i will get you anything? Here is your artist. Make him paint as much as you want” he says while looking at you. you hum and look at him. Well, Since your childhood you were always told to bend down and bow, now, having a man like mingyu on his knees for you felt weirdly good. you nod and smile at him.

Mingyu stands up and gives Jungkook the instructions- listen to her, do what she tells you to do, do not touch anything, do not touch her- you physically cringe at his last remark. Mingyu smiles at you one last time before leaving the room. Now, it is only you and Jungkook in your room right now. You are still sitting on your bed while you study him and look at him rather way more affectionately. The thought of your lost bracelet is nowhere in your mind right now. Meanwhile, Jungkook looks at everything but you- he’s shy and you love it. you smile to yourself and walk over to jungkook. You sit next to him and notice the way he tenses his shoulders up and sneaks a glance your way. “Before we start, can I see some of your work? Let me know you, yeah?” you ask him rather lovingly. You don’t know where this sudden confidence came from you but you are having fun. Jungkook quickly nods and hands you both of his sketchbooks. you go through the first one; which mainly consists of scenic views, buildings, strangers and portraits; the works are indeed beautiful and prepossessing. “you are so talented” you say admirably and jungkook smiles while thanking you. Just as you are about to go through the second sketchbook; jungkook holds your wrist and looks at you. you confusingly look back at him. “um, this one is more explicit i me- mean my niche is painting nude” he says while his cheeks and neck flushes in pink. your eyebrows raise on their own as you look at him and his hand holding your wrist. “Let go of my hand” you tell him and he immediately obeys. you open the sketchbook and he was indeed right. It is explicit- every page is a nude painting of women with titles and subtitles describing it. French girls and their red lipsticks, diamond, maybe baby- you laugh at how the titles sound so cheesy. The paintings are incredibly detailed that they almost look real and that the girls from the paintings can step out at any given moment. Jungkook notices the way you are so amazed by his work, the way you stare at every single detail. While you are busy looking at the paintings, he is busy looking at you. jungkook is mind blown by your beauty. He has seen and painted tons of girls but he has never seen someone as beautiful as you. He is perplexed by your beauty.

after some time you finish admiring his work and sigh. “Okay, come on” you say while standing up and Jungkook is confused as to what you are implying. you walk towards your bed and sit down. “Paint me, Jungkook, '' you say while making eye contact with him. Jungkook’s breath hitches when you start unlacing your corset; he gulps and you smile. “Jungkook, go and lock the door” you tell him and just like before he immediately obeys. “Are you comfortable painting me naked?” you ask him while toying with your sleeves. “How old are you?” he asks you while setting up as his canvas- the faster he works, the faster he will be free. “I am 20, jungkook and you?” you ask him while removing your dress. now, you only sat in your chemise. Jungkook looks at you and really looks at you. Now that your fiance is no longer here he sees a new side of you- mischievous? He’s not sure. “I am 24” he replies. Jungkook pulls a chair in front of his canvas and faces you. “Your fiance won’t mind, right?” he asks you. for a moment, you don’t reply and choose to look at him. He’s so handsome and talented. “Why? It’s not like we are going to do something forbidden, besides, he’s not my fiance. I don't know what he told you i-i mean he is the man my mother wants me to marry but it’s not decided yet” you say rather fast and breathlessly. Jungkoo nods. He motions for you to remove your chemise And, in a moment, your chemise hits the floor along with your undergarments and now you lay naked in front of Jungkook on your bed. a complete stranger if you really think about it but you really don’t care anymore.

you notice the way for a moment jungkook just looks at you and your body. I mean he’s an artist, if he’s going to paint you he needs to look at you. Jungkook picks up the charcoal and starts his work. For the next three hours, you and Jungkook talk- you talk while Jungkook occasionally replies. He’s serious about his work- you can tell- by the way, his brows are furrowed in concentration, his tongue plays around his lips- he’s a work of art himself that you want to keep it to yourself, art that you want the world to see but also hide it from them, art that you want to admire for the rest of your life. over the course of your conversation, you got to know alot about jungkook, he’s 24, from france and unemployed, he does minute sketches where he gets paid way too little but in his words “he loves it and it is enough”. he tells you how he is going to start a new life in new york, start painting professionally and seriously, be happy and get married. “Why are you going to New york?” Jungkook asks you while he goes through his bag for a new piece of charcoal. “hmm, well we are going to brooklyn, i am probably going to be forced to marry mingyu, have children and be his housewife” you reply melancholy. Jungkook stops drawing and looks at you. “What’s your dream?” he asks sincerely. You look at him and reply “I want to be free, be free to make my own choices and do whatever I want”. He just soaks in your reply and looks at you. “Whatever is your dream, I pray that it becomes true” he tells you while smiling. you smile back and unexpectedly a tear slips from your left eye. you look at him while more tears cascade your eyes. Jungkook drops his things and hurries toward you. “Hey, is everything”- he doesn’t get to finish his sentence before your lips find his. You prop yourself on your right arm while your left hand holds his nape to deepen the kiss. Jungkook’s hands hold your waist as he, too, deepens the kiss. you both kiss like two lost lovers who finally met each other. your tongues dance around each other, your fingers lace through his hair while his hands caresses your ribcage. After a moment, you both pull apart from the kiss as a string of saliva keeps you both connected. just as you are about to apologize for kissing him so abruptly he engulfs your lips in a kiss one more time. “Don’t say you regret it, don’t say anything that makes it sound like a mistake," he says while looking at you. you lift your hand and hold his cheek; trace his cupid bow and his mole right under his lip. “Be my muse, be my secret, be my dream, be my morning’s first thought, be my night’s last thought” you chant like a prayer while tracing his lips. Jungkook kisses your finger near his lips and nods. Kisses you one, two, three times- “be my muse, be my paradise, be mine in a way that is more precious and holy than an altar” he says breathlessly while kissing your eyes and nose. you laugh and sit up, pick up your dress from the floor- jungkook quickly stands up and helps you wear it. “Is the sketch done?” you ask while lacing your corset. “Yes, but i will show it to you tomorrow, since you weren’t wearing any jewelry, i will sketch my own” he replies while running his hand through your hair. You stand up on your tiptoes and kiss him one more time. Jungkook smiles in the kiss. When you both pull apart, Jungkook looks at you dreamily.

“It’s night” you say while looking out the little window. Jungkook too looks outside and hums. After some time standing in each other's arms you open your mouth and utter what’s been on your mind. “I- there are, i mean, i want to know you more, i mean i enjoy your presence in a way that is unexplainable, you remind me of someone that i have never met before and i-i want to talk to you all night, all day, know you, know the real you and everything” you say while your voice cracks, you don’t know why. Jungkook smiles at you and kisses your forehead. “I am glad we are on the same page, I will do whatever you want me to do” he replies. In that moment, so blinded by the cupid’s arrow, you don’t think clearly- you have to meet J but you also don’t want to be away from jungkook. You want to spend every minute with him as if you don’t have any time to waste. “ i was supposed to be somewhere but i want to be with you all night” you say while looking down at your feet since looking at him right now makes you feel shy- oh how the tables turned. Look at you, sacrificing your treasured bracelet for a man you met a few hours ago. Spending a night with Jungkook means you will not be able to meet the person who left the note for you; you will lose the heart of the ocean bracelet forever. But in that moment all that mattered to you was the man in front of you. J can wait. Jungkook smiles and kisses you. Mumbles a “whatever you want, my love” and kisses you one last time.

look at you, already in love with a man that is going to turn your life around in an unforgiven way, the voyage of titanic is going to test you at every turn- are you sure that you can keep up?

next chapter: like one of your french girls

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wow, so many clues in this chapter, so much foreshadowing 🧍🏻‍♀️ hmmm also + don’t question the y/n’s choices yet she’s just 20 and she is going go learn alot. i am so excited to write the next chapter. lets go.

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[transdimensional-void]

bael the bard, danaë, perseus, and jon

has anyone discussed before how the bael the bard legend is not only a remix of the hades/persephone myth but also of the myth of danaë and perseus?

the myth

i want to start by retelling the full myth because while there’s a lot that isn’t relevant to bael the bard’s story, i believe some of the other parts might be relevant to the future story in the books. bear with me because it’s a little long.

danaë is a princess, daughter of the king of argos. the king has no male heirs, so he consults the oracle of delphi, who tells him that he will never have a son but that his daughter will...and that this grandson will one day kill him.

fearful of his life, he locks danaë in a room beneath his palace (or at the top of a tower, depending on the version of the myth) to keep her from ever conceiving a child. however, the god zeus takes a shine to her and sneaks through her prison bars in the form of a golden rain. the rain falls upon her and impregnates her.

when the king learns of danaë's pregnancy, he decides he must get rid of both her and the child. however, murdering his own kin would anger the gods, so instead he locks mother and child inside a chest and sets them afloat on the sea. the gods intervene, and poseidon, brother of zeus, sees to it that the pair make it safely to another island, where they are taken in by the local king. the child, perseus, is raised in the temple of athena.

the king who takes them in wants to marry danaë, but she refuses. he says he'll give up on the idea if perseus slays the gorgon medusa. the gods grant perseus gifts that help him succeed. he is bringing medusa's head back as proof of his success, when he sees a princess chained to a rock by the sea. this is andromeda, who is being sacrificed to a sea monster that has been terrorizing the coast of her homeland, aethiopia. the sea monster is revenge from the gods for her mother's hubris in claiming she was more beautiful than the nereids. perseus makes a deal with her father that he can marry her if he saves her.

perseus uses medusa's head to turn the sea monster to stone and consequently receives andromeda's hand in marriage. at the wedding feast, her uncle, to whom she was promised before the whole sea monster debacle, tries to intervene, but perseus turns him to stone with medusa's head. then he takes andromeda home with him, shows the head to the king as proof of his success, and saves his mother from the unwanted marriage.

later, he goes to the olympic games and, while participating in the discus (or javelin) toss, accidentally hits his grandfather in the head, killing him instantly. thus, he unintentionally fulfills the prophecy. having murdered the king of argos, he refuses his claim to its throne and instead becomes king of a nearby land.

bael the bard

there are some clear parallels between this myth and the bael the bard myth we learn in "a storm of swords."

the king who lacks a male heir but has a daughter whose son could become his heir. the girl locked underground. the girl ripped away from her home and family. a dubiously consensual romantic encounter that results in the girl's only child. the son going on to unwittingly kill a male forebearer.

of course, the bael the bard myth is echoed in-universe by several storylines, most notably the story of lyanna...which means that it is also echoed in the story of jon.

implications for jon's story

it's interesting to consider whether some of the elements of perseus's story which aren't included in the bael the bard myth will show up in jon's story. some of them already have, such as the girl's son being rescued by his uncle (poseidon rescues perseus, ned rescues jon) and a prophecy being made about the child even before he is conceived (perseus will kill his grandfather, jon will in some way fulfill a prophecy rhaegar was obsessed with).

the stark maiden's son goes on to become an unwitting kin/kingslayer, and so does perseus. if jon ends up killing a king or queen who is also his blood relative, then he would be following the pattern set by both stories. while bael's son slays his father and perseus slays his grandfather, in both cases the girl's son kills the man who imprisoned his mother and separated her from her home and family. jon, of course, can kill neither his father nor his grandfather, as all of these people are already dead. however, he could kill another relative, perhaps one who has already fantasized herself as rhaegar...and by killing her, he could in essence be "killing" his father's family's entire legacy.

it's also interesting that, while the son in the bael the bard story takes his grandfather's seat (not his father's), perseus refuses to take his grandfather's seat after having killed him and instead takes a nearby throne. i wonder which one jon's story will more closely resemble. i don't see jon ending the story as lord of winterfell or king of westeros (his two grandfathers' seats). i can see him ultimately refusing both seats, especially considering he's already refused the lordship of winterfell. but he could be given a lordship near to winterfell instead...

another fascinating connection is the story of perseus and andromeda. the andromeda story is seen as a possible precursor to the story of st. george and the dragon update: this is the meta i meant to link (thanks to @kellyvela for opening my eyes to this amazing reference within the novels). in andromeda's story, not only does a mythical monster get slain to protect the beautiful princess, but her uncle who is trying to marry her also gets killed to keep him from getting his hands on her. i wonder if there are any princesses in the novels who have uncles trying to marry them who might need to slaying... i can't conceive of why such a princess would be showing up in a story related to jon! hmmm... of course, in george's twist on the tale, the princess will get to slay her own monstrous uncle (in a castle made of snow).

also, i'm sure i'm not the first to point out the strong possibility of danaë being an inspiration for dæny's name. dæny is a princess who is sent by sea to live in another land and does conceive a child of prophecy. however, it very much seems that with her son's death, her connection to the myth of danaë dies as well. she takes on the destiny prophesied for her son, in a sense becoming the hero of her own story.

conclusion

considering how many bael references are sprinkled throughout the novels, I wouldn’t be surprised if there are other connections to the myths of danaë and perseus than the ones i mentioned here, so i’d love to hear what other think!

#jonsa #we’ll just leave the tags at that for now #🫠 #jonsa meta

[transmutationisms]

do you have any insight on roman and incest? i know that in succession, business = fucking and at some points all of the sibs talk about fucking their dad as in one upping him business wise, but ceirtain comments roman makes are obviously different. i've been rewatching s3 and he joked about repetedly entering his mother's vagina at ken's birthday, in that same episode he tells shiv that she's mad logan doesn't want to fuck her anymore bc he's fucking roman now... also when he tells her she can be his sexy secretary when he takes over, and many more examples

and this last episode when he was listening to that edited video of logan over and over, i know i'm not the only one who thought he might start jacking off... i guess my question is do you think roman has any actual incestuous desires? and if not, why does he say these things? is it attention seeking? trying to make people uncomfortable?

first of all, the jacking off undertones of that deepfake scene were absolutely there on purpose. i mean, what logan is 'saying' in that clip echoes the sort of dirty talk gerri used to provide, and the reason for that is because the whole driving force of the roman-gerri affair was him getting her to say things that logan used to say about him. gerri was always a daddy proxy for him; it was always about him jacking off to the way his father verbally degraded him, but then combined with gerri's willingness to serve as an actual business mentor for him, something logan would never do because he was frankly just disgusted at roman as a general rule.

which is to say: yes, roman has some genuine incestuous desire for his father, to the same degree that anyone else with a negative oedipus complex does. and this is central, i think, to the critique of the nuclear family that runs through succession. these psychoanalytic complexes are products of that family structure, which is itself embedded within the capitalist mode of production. roman's subconscious desire to fuck/marry his father is, the show suggests, just a more overt manifestation of the standard dysfunction that inherently plagues the social form of the family. it's elevated because of the degree of control logan asserted over roman, even well into adulthood, and the way his wealth and corporate power created that dynamic. but the suggestion here is not that the roys are uniquely incestuous or that roman is intrinsically a pervert; it's that family structures, which are capitalist structures, create this type of psychosexual (under)development. it's freud if he slayed (was friends with wilhelm reich and gilles deleuze).

i don't think we have any textual reason to think roman has incestuous desire for his other family members. he talks like that for a handful of other reasons. with the caroline stuff, he's partly just responding to shiv and logan accusing him of wanting to fuck her (logan does this because he thinks roman is a pervert but can't consciously face the fact that he's, like, gay for real, so his catholic brain goes straight to He's A Boy Who Wants To Fuck His Mother; shiv makes these accusations partly for similar reasons of seeing roman as dirty / perverted / abnormal and having no other explanation, and partly because she's deflecting from her own glaring caroline issues).

with the shiv stuff, this is sort of central to their relationship—that they both make crude sexual comments to each other. it's part of how they negotiate that rivalry-camaraderie thing. it's almost cute. also, most of these comments are so off-base that they're not actually bothered by them; it's noticeable when one of them actually crosses a line (like shiv saying "some day you're actually going to have to fuck something").

overall roman's relationship to his own sexuality is fraught, partly because of logan's homophobia and resulting surveillance of roman's sexual expression, and partly because of roman's relationship with his body. also, like his siblings, roman grew up in the middle of the sexual violence corporation. he doesn't really know how to think about sex in any way besides as a violation, and this is reflected in how he talks about it. he uses incestuous or sexually crude jokes as a way to deflect from certain emotional intimacies, to present himself as disgusting so that he can pre-empt other people making him feel that way, and as a way of conveying his sense that he's at the bottom of the hierarchy and is emotionally, physically, and sexually vulnerable.

#you eat me i eat you

[lionofchaeronea]

Homeric Hymn 19, "To Pan"

From the poll I did, it looks like most people are in favor of my posting this. I hope you enjoy it.

Tell me, Muse, of the dear offspring of Hermes: goat-footed, Two-horned, lover of noise, who goes in company With the dance-rejoicing nymphs through the tree-covered meadows, And they tread the heights, down from the steep rock, Calling on Pan, the shepherd god, of shining locks, Shaggy, who has as his lot every snowy crest, And the mountains’ peaks, and the stony heights.

Here and there he goes through the dense thickets, Drawn at one moment by the gentle streams-- Another time in turn he wanders the dizzying rocks, Ascending the highest peak, a place to watch the flocks. Many a time he runs through the tall and gleaming mountains, Many a time he drives beasts through the foothills, slaying them, Looking fiercely. But only at evening he makes a noise, Coming back from the hunt, playing a lovely tune With his reeds; that bird could not outstrip him in melodies That, among the leaves of much-flowering spring, performs Her song with honeyed voice, running through her lament. Then with him the mountain nymphs with high-pitched voices, Going about, dance with close-packed steps beside The spring that gives dark waters: Echo groans around The mountaintop. The god, dancing here and there, At times slipping into the middle, rules himself With his feet in close time: on his back he has a tawny Lynx’s pelt; he delights at heart in the piercing songs, There in the soft meadow, where the crocus and sweet-smelling Hyacinth bloom and mingle freely with the grass. They hymn the blessed gods and high Olympus: but Above all they tell of Hermes, the sprinter, who excels The rest: how he’s swift messenger to all the gods, And how he came to Arcadia, rich in fountains, mother Of flocks, where a precinct lies of him as Cyllenian. There, god though he was, he took to herding flocks With their rough fleeces at the house of a mortal man: For watery desire came upon him and bloomed To mingle in love with Dryops’ fair-haired nubile daughter. He brought the fertile marriage to pass, and in the halls She bore a dear son to Hermes, a monstrous thing to see Right off, goat-footed, two-horned, noise-lover, Sweetly laughing: his mother leapt up and fled, His nurse abandoned the child right then, for she feared, When she saw his face—unappealing, well-bearded. Forthwith sprinter Hermes took him up in his hands-- The divine being rejoiced exceedingly in his mind. He went right away to the immortals’ seats, concealing The child in close-wrapped skins of a mountain-dwelling hare: He sat beside Zeus and the other immortals and showed them His son: all the immortals were delighted in their spirits, First and foremost Dionysos, known as Bacchus. They called him Pan, because he pleased the hearts of all. And you, thus, rejoice! With a song I seek your favor-- But I shall think of you and another song as well.

Sweet, piercing sweet was the music of Pan's pipe, Walter Crane, 1910s

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[gallifreyanhotfive]

Random Doctor Who Facts You Might Not Know, Part 39

Tw: there's a lot of suicide/ideation in this one for some reason and I'm not sure why, it just ended up that way I guess???

Braxiatel once transmuted himself into a crystal. Maggie said he had turned himself into that stone because he needed some "me time" without being disturbed by anything. (Audio: The Empire State)

Agatha Ellis got pregnant after having sex with an alien and was committed to a mental institution for talking about it. Because she kept trying to kill the unborn child, she was kept drugged. Eventually, the Sixth Doctor started to visit her often and said he would help her, giving her a couple of drops in her water every night. One time, he forgot to take the bottle of drops with him after fighting off the alien father, and Agatha took all the drops in the bottle at once, started a letter, but died before she finished it. (Short story: Curtain Call)

When Dot Smith-Smith, who had become telepathic after being infected with a psychic virus, read the Seventh Doctor's mind, she was driven to an almost catatonic state by what she saw. (Novel: SLEEPY)

The small, yellow flower that the Hermit had showed a young First Doctor when he was having a moment of despair and depression is called a sarlain. (Novel: Timewyrm: Revelation)

A girl named Peggy once met the Third Doctor, who helped free an alien race from a graphaphone. Peggy's mother, who was staying with her at the Grainger house for Christmas, was named Louisa Pollard, and she was at the time pregnant with a girl who would be named Charlotte. (Short story: Echoes)

Victoria Waterfield eventually has a husband and a child with a grandchild on the way. She never told them about her TARDIS adventures or the fact that she was from the 19th century. (Audio: The Great Space Elevator)

Braxiatel once ran over Steven Taylor with a skimmer and thought that he looked like a rat. (Novel: The Empire of Glass)

In order to impose order on an otherwise irrational universe, the Time Lords are said to have created logic, and as a last act to rid the universe of such irrationality, Rassilon had each Time Lord cast out the irrational part of their very souls, which became a gestalt entity called the Carnival Queen. (Novel: Christmas on a Rational Planet)

Morgan Sturgess was researching ways to eliminate diseases with the Utopia project. One day, the Seventh Doctor arrived and told him he must destroy the project because the government would not use it with the same good intentions Morgan had. The Doctor left Morgan with a small bomb to destroy the Utopia project with. Morgan used it to destroy the project and kill himself, and the Doctor slipped away as all the emergency vehicles started to arrive. (Short story: Utopia)

An early draft of Macbeth had three additional characters named the Doctor, Jamie, and Zoe in it. They traveled in a ship capable of traversing time itself. They were excluded for reasons such as "staging, dramatic unity, and plausibility," but in the final draft, their characters were split into several other characters including the three witches and Banquo's murderers. (Short story: The True Tragedie of Macbeth)

Steven Taylor was heavily implied to kiss Christopher Marlowe, and Marlowe certainly flirted with him a lot. (Novel: The Empire of Glass)

Christopher Marlowe also happened to be a Cousin of the Faction Paradox. (Short story: Raleigh Dreaming)

The First Doctor sought out the Hermit near the end of his life because he was afraid of regeneration and needed assistance. The Hermit told him the story of the Penultimate Evil, in which a hero becomes a warrior and works his way up from minor evils to the Penultimate Evil. The Penultimate Evil died an anticlimactic death, and so the hero was left without purpose in his life. Distressed, the hero received a sword to slay the Ultimate Evil - likely himself - with. The Hermit said he didn't have a sword the Doctor could use but gave him back his diary instead. (Short story: The Three Paths)

After learning that Davros had stolen his memories and hurt his friends, the Eighth Doctor felt so much despair and anger that he almost used a virus that would have not only killed every single being on Earth but also killed himself. (Audio: Terror Firma)

In the ancient Old Time of Gallifrey, Gallifreyans possessed a communal hive mind and worshipped the Menti Celesti. Few individuals had the ability to have private thoughts against the Gallifreyan hive mind and were revered as Gallifreyan Heroes. (Short story: Gallifrey - Notes on the Planet's Background)

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[princessmeepa]

Everyone I hate Hera and she’s suck as a characther

I can’t stand Hera all she dose is being racist to all the minor goddesses/nymphs, abuse her daughter and neglected her sons, cheats on her husband with her lolicon brother in law and when he is in coma she cheats on him with Echo (the kind that she hates), treats her husband like trash, she encouraged Pink RS to be a narcissistic bully and she treats her lost “Sisters” trash, and she doesn’t care about her mother being eaten by her husband.

When we look at Zeus, yes we all know that he is not a saint and he cheats on her a lot, but he knows he is a bad husband, who wants to change to be the better husband and he loves her deeply, when she is in a coma, Zeus miss her and he never goes around sleeping with everyone and he waits patiently for her to wake up and he dose his best to bond her by starting a conversation and he is trying to joking with her.

And what dose Hera do in return is it

A. Try to be a better wife and tries to fix her marriage with her husband to live a happy marriage.

B. She knows she is a bad mother and tries to fix her relationship with her children.

C. Try to be the better person.

The answer is no.

And for some reason all the girls calls her yes queen, slay queen, girl boss. Even know she is horrible. What do you guys think.

#anti lore olympus #anti lo

[imlivinginyourtrashcan]

haha so prison of plastic, right?

I made an au for it. Its a swap au, but I swap both people and epithets! In this au, Molly has the Epithet Augment. She uses the Dream Bubbles/Illusions to make her own little worlds in an attempt to cope, when something doesn't go her way, she throws a fit about it, as any spoiled child would. Using her tears in order to get what she wants, it often works because her Mom doesn't want to hear her scream. Here's a small, improved excerpt from the au:

The archer positioned her bow, ready to fire the arrow into the large Hydra's echoing heart, her attack echoed throughout the land.

"PIERCIIIIIING URRRRSAAAA!"

...ly..

"NOOO!" The hydra's three heads wailed

"That is the attack of the ancient one!" Said one

"It will surely kill us!" Said another

...olly!...

The archer smirked like how they did in those cool cartoons. "THIS! IS FOR ALL THE VILLAGES YOU'VE FLOODED! AND FOR THE FAMILY YOU'VE TORN APART!!! THE ONE WATTERLOGGED BECAUSE OF YOU!!!

"Molly!"

An echo punched through the funtime fantasy world

"Ughh! Not now not now! I was just about to beat him!!"

She whined, impaitently tapping on the ground quickly with the tips of her toes.

The fantasy rippled, swirled and soon seperated, nothing but a fog now. Lorelai Blyndeff sticking her head through it all.

"Molly! You were on dish duty! You can't just bail like that!"

Molly turns her whole body to face her sister, who's head was poking through her Dream Bubble.

"LOOOOOORIIIIII!!! Go away! I was just about to slay the Honeyed Hydra!!!!"

She hissed, nearly screaming as she swatted her away like a disgusting bug on the windowsill. Causing her archery outfit, bow and magic attack to disappear into a fun dip like powder.

Molly Blyndeff, Lorelai's brat of a little sister. She's spent half their life after their Dad's death crying and whining to get whatever she wanted, and if she didn't get it, she'd make more of a fuss than she was brewing. Lorelai could see through her obvious manipulation of the people's heartstrings and has tried to call her out on in on SEVERAL occasions. But she can't win the fight against Molly's puppy eyes, she'd often grin at Lori before calling for their mother and claiming that she was being mean to her when she really was trying to shape her away from being a spoiled brat. Alas, their mother is too swayed by the puppy eyes and crying to take Lorelai's side.

"You've been playing for THREE HOURS, Molly. C'mon, Mom said its your turn!"

Molly grumbled, she can't use her tricks on Lorelai, since she can see right through her. Nor can she seek the help of her Mother, knowing that there's a chance he could take Lorelai's side. She crossed her long sleeves over each other,

"You're so mean to me, Lori! I can never have fun! All you do is ruin everything!"

Ah, the perfect tactic, guilt tripping. If she can't get any help, she'll pin the blame on the person 'ruining everything'.

"Nice try, Bear Cub, I'm not doing the dishes for you this time, I've got things to do too"

"UGHHHHHH!!!!" Molly grinned, falling to the floor dramatically the entire time she did.

Lorelai stared in disbelief at the little girl Molly was growing up to be, she stepped fully into the Dream Bubble, the scenery fogging away wherever she stepped. She lightly kicked Molly to get her to snap out of her rage fueled funk.

"Get up, no matter how much you pout, you still have dishes to do."

"NO!!!! No no no no no!"

Molly screamed back in rage, snapping her head up and kicking her legs. She stopped briefly only for the bear to be unleashed again,

"JUST GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!!! YOURE RUINING MY LIFE!!!!"

Lori wasn't going to let some brat kid boss her around, she was going to say something, though she couldn't get it out before a screaming and crying Molly was pushing her out of her customized safe space. Then, out the door Lorelai was, hearing a click behind her. She knew what that meant, so she turned around and pounded on the door.

"HEY!!!"

BANG BANG BANG

"MOLLY!!!!"

...

Now for Lorelai! Now she has the Epithet "Dumb", like Molly in the actual show/book. You know what it is, now for another excerpt!

"Uhhhhhh... guys?" Lorelai called

"What? You find somethin?" Giovanni called back

"Yeeeeahhhh..."

Giovanni and Rick trotted over, with Giovanni shoving Rick out of the way in order to see what Lorelai had found.

Lori found a dead body.

Or, at least that's what it appeared to be, the most notable thing about the body, aside from it appearing dead was the jingling bells decorating her hair. Most of the jelly fish had wriggled their way into the bells on the bottom, the rest all laying beside her in the sand, ready to sting her at any second.

"Is she... truly dead?!?!?!" Rick shivered, not even able to comprehend the thought.

"Not sure" Lorelai replied back, looking at him, and then to the dead looking girl.

"AHHH!!!" He squeaked, unable to handle this situations severity. But to be fair, who would be? "No-one can know about this" Finishing his words with a disturbingly grim tone, he starts rushing toward the body in a cartoonish run. He bends over to pick it up before Giovanni stops him.

"Wait wait wait wait!"

"WHAT?!?"

Rick shouted back, still halfway bent down to drag the body back into the ocean.

"We should see if she has anything valuable! It's like a video game! Ya gotta loot every dead guy, gal, or nonbinary pal ya find!"

"HAH!" Rick barked, already sweating buckets, as he faces Giovanni "If you'd like to get arrested, perhaps!" He turns back to the body, going to grab for it "Your finger prints will get all over it that way!" in a twist of irony, he latches his arms onto the body.

Giovanni snrks, "Y'know you'll get your prints on it if you grab it too, yeah?'

Rick gasps, dropping the body's lifeless arm, looking at his hands as if he HIMSELF had committed the murder.

"You're right!"

Rick falls down onto the sand like an anime character, burrowing his fists harshly so that they make two fist sized craters in the sand. He begins to cry big dumb tears

"I'm going to the penthouse!" Rick wails, letting out a squeak at a pitch only dogs can hear. "Please, dear friends! Bail me out!"

"Psssh, Rick, you're such a weenie."

Giovanni grabs a stray stick from the beach and pokes the body with it as to not get his hand prints on the body like Rick did. She was surrounded by jelly fish as if it were rocks on around the pond.

"Huh! Well wouldja look at that!"

He chirped, eye brows a good distance away from his eyes.

"Looks like you win Lori!" He says, tossing the Apple Cider flavored lip balm over to Lorelai. Suddenly the body sprouted to laugh, coughing up a jelly fish that had crawled its way down her esophagous

"Haugh-ha-ga-ha- w- win!?"

Rick perked his head up and The trio instinctively screamed

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!"

The body screamed right back

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

"ZOMBIE!!!!" Rick shrieked, backing away in fear, picking up the stick that Giovanni had tossed away once he saw the body sprout back like a plant someone thought was going to die.

"Zombie?!" The body replied, twirling her head around rapidly, jelly fish being flung from her hair at intense speeds. The trio quickly ducked to avoid the potential of being stung. "Where?!?!"

She quickly got up and started throwing her hand swiftly as if she were throwing several baseballs, Lorelai took notice of what came out of the small girls hand as she jingled through each attack. "Hm!" she remarked, staring at her hand. "Well, that's quite troubling! Perhaps this is a surface interference, from the surface world! That would make the most sense!"

Giovanni got up from his crouching position, getting hit in the face with a jelly fish. Thankfully, it was long dead and didn't sting him. He slid it off his face.

"Hey, wait a sec, this chick ain't a zombie! Way too much skin! Look, I get zombies CAN have skin and all but that's only if they're fresh, and I'm guessing that she's been there for a while. So my conclusion is THIS!!!"

Giovanni did an over the top point to accentuate his reveal.

"SHE IS CLEARLY.... A GHOST! A... magic- GHOST! YEAH! Or- or the reincarnation of a Sheep Jellyfish hybrid! A SHELLYFISH!!! HAHA!!!! I know your secret now LADY!"

The lady put a hand to her mouth, chuckling inaudibly into her hand. "You're quite a funny one, Mister bright hair!" She twirls around towards them, putting her hands together with a bright smile. "I am no Shellyfish zombie-ghost! I..... am a magical girl!" She did a Sailor Moon esc pose, the trio stared at her in disbelief.

No-one thought she was serious.

The girl panicked "Uh- uh- uh- HERE! Let me show you!" She twisted her whole body back and flung forward an invisible force like a boomerang. When she saw that nothing had happened, she tried again. Lorelai did notice a small string of black energy coming out in a faded boomerang position, before poofing away pathetically. She didn't say anything, knowing the kid probably just wanted to impress a bunch of people older than she was.

The newly revived little girl was around 12 years old, which, when around a group of 17 year old's was practically the same as being a baby. The "magical girl" was pale, with eyes bluer than the ocean itself. Her blonde hair decorated in little bells, accompanied by a tattered pink dress with now dirtied white fluff in other areas. She nervously chuckled

"Ahahaha! C'moooon magiiiiiic! Work! Work o pretty please work! A bunch of adults are watching!"

She mumbled to herself in desperation, but alas, her magic did not cooperate. She wailed in shock,

"WAHHHH-HAH-HAAA?!? What?!? But- It usually WORKS!!!! What is going ON today?! Are my friends not friending?! I NEED ANSWERS!!!"

The little girl stomped over in the most non threatening way possible.

"Excuse me, kind older folk! Would any of you care to be my friends?" She batted her eyes innocently. Giovanni immediately shut her down

"Nuh uh kid, no way"

"Awwww... why not?!"

"Because you're like, a baby, and we're like, way older than you? And it'd be really weird for a bunch of 17 year old's to hang around a kid???"

"Haha! Wow! Owie! Ow! Owchie!" The girl forced out a chuckle, putting her hands on her hips to distract herself from the fact she felt like crying big stupid tears. "I- I'll have you know I am VERY mature for someone who is 12 years of age!"

Rick stepped out from his friends, "Hold on, you, you said you're magic, correct?"

"Yes! Indeed! I am a Magical Girl, after all!"

"Perfect! How fortunate! HAHAH!" Rick echoed a belly laugh, grinning somewhat creepily at her, making her kind of regret ever meeting him. Lorelai tapped Rick on the shoulder.

"Rick, you're doing the thing again."

"Haha! Oops! Sorry!"

Rick now smiled in a more normal looking way, "My name is Rick Shades, the XV of the Shades clan! I assume you've heard of us?"

"Nope!" Exclaimed the magical girl with innocent pride, Giovanni snickered again which made Lori elbow him. Rick felt like he could turn to stone at any moment, but continued with his tale.

"The people in my family are MOST powerful witches and wizards! Every five years, the oldest heir is destined to do BATTLE with the UNHOOOOOOLY PUPPETEER!!! And if we do not... we must prepare for the ENDDDD!!! The adventurer must pick up a faithful knight!"

Rick gestures to Lorelai, "A skilled alchemist" he gestured to Giovanni. "As well as a Tanky sort of fellow, to take the hits for us, as well as a skilled, wise mentor!" Rick put his hands on his shoulders, bending down to the girl's height.

"Would you perhaps be interested?"

The girl pondered the thought, humming. Lorelai had quickly picked up on the 'Rick is being a weirdo' signs, dragging him and Giovanni away. She never blamed Rick for his lack of social skills, ability to pick up on social cues or discomforts with large crowds. She knew he never got out much when he was young, but sometimes she has to put her foot down when he's doing something the public could perceive as weird, such as trying to build a friendship with a 12 year old when you're way older.

"Oh... oh no... sorry to put a stop to this but- we gotta go! Oh- oh nooooo...We- we got a class! And... we REALLY don't wanna miss it... oh nooooo"

"W- wait! WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIT!!!!!!!" The little girl shrieked, quickly running up to them, skidding with a halt. "Shouldn't you keep me in your fun fun friendship magic circle? Y- you know?? In case you need me to- to mentor you?????"

"Hmmmm..." Rick thought about it, squinting through his dorky looking shades. "Well, that make sense!"

"RICK!" Lorelai protested, but it was too late.

"Very well! My name is Phoenica Fleecity! Shall we be..." She extended her hand. "Friends?"

"Indeed we shall!" Rick held her palm with the awareness of a dog about to eat a brownie, Lorelai and Giovanni had both tried to stop him, and ultimately failed. The sky tore asunder, several amounts of black shadow sheep extended in tidal waves, circling the two with loud jingles.

JINGLE

JINGLE

BAAAA

The sheep fell onto each other, the two sets forming into arrows, one piercing Rick's chest, and the other piercing Phoenica's.

"The pact... has been sealed! Hehehee..." Phoenica chuckled into her hand, face contorting into mischief, the mischief erupting into madness and lightning crowded around the group. "Heheheeh....hahaha...AHAHAHHAH!!!" The last laugh came out in a squeak, then her hands came behind her back, pushing herself to and fro in a sway, stopping with her toes off the ground, tilting her head with a smile. "Pleasure to meet you!"

Baaa

The world was as it had been previously, not a person in sight on the beach. It was only those four,

"Wait.... did that actually just happen?" Lorelai thought aloud to herself.

"Now now now!" Phoenica removed her hand from Rick's grasp, raising it daintily like a private school girl. "Would anyone else like to shake the hand of friendship?" She asked, waving her hand robotically.

Giovanni and Lori quickly stepped back, trying to maintain a safe distance from Rick in case Phoenica had cursed him.

"R...rick?" Lori uttered in discomforted fear. "You uh... you okay there, buddy?"

"I... feel... AMAZING!!!" Rick jumped up, running around, kicking and squealing like a kid who had just gotten the latest gaming console, stopping dead in his tracks beside Phoeinca.

"After all, I had gained a new friend! Phoenica Fleecity!"

Phoenica nodded to confirm that they were indeed friends "Indeed! We are the friendy-ist of friends! Bound by the soul! Soul-MATES, if you will!"

"HA!" Rick barked, throwing his head back with his hands on his waist, tilting his head back down. "Friendshaped AND hilarious! Its a two in one deal!"

Giovanni scrunched his face. "Kid, work on your phrasing"

Phoenica tilted her head sideways like a puppy who you had just told was bad, but didn't understand why. "Huh?" she gasped. "Ohhhh! No! no no no no! Nothing at ALL Like what you're thinking! He's like, fourty anyways!" She waved off whatever thoughts we were thinking, Rick felt as though he actually got stabbed with the shadow arrows this time, falling to his knees again, pressing his hands into the sand.

She clasps her hands, gleefully turning to Rick "Well then, I suppose since we *are* friends, I can tell you my secret!" She turned back to face the others "My Epithet is... Soulmates! Meaning, I keep all my mates, or, friends, as is most commonly said riiiiiiiiiight here!"

She points to the right side of her chest, the wrong one. Giovanni raised an eyebrow.

"Your chest?"

"Oh no no no!" Phoenica shook her head "My heart!"

"Your hearts on the other side"

"Oh!" Phoenica looked down, realizing her mistake before quickly fixing it. "They're kept right here!"

"So, what? Is Rick like...in a friendship cage or something?"

"Nnnnnnope! Just means that I can do, what HE can do! Observe!"

She skipped eagerly over to Rick, bending towards him. "Mister Rick Shades, what can you do?"

Rick pondered over it before Lorelai dragged him back towards herself and Giovanni quickly before he could stupidly get himself caught in a situation nobody wanted to deal with.

"Rick, don't. Y'know all those Ztreet Zmartz for Kidz videos they showed us? I think NOW is as good a time as any to start puttin' em to use"

"What is a Ztreet Zmartz?" Rick batted his eyes

Lori groaned, oh right, Rick was homeschooled half his life. "Basically safety PSAS warning us about strangers."

"Ohhh!" Rick's eyes widened at the realization, falling closed in laughter as he shook his head, opening them back up. "But Phoenica is no stranger! She is my new friend!"

"YES INDEED I AM A FRIEND!!!!" Phoenica screamed. "YOU CAN TRUST ME!!!! I AM INCREDIBLY TRUSTWORTHY!!!!!!!"

"Don't worry! I believe you!" Rick shouted back, worming his way out of Lorelai's hands, Lori couldn't help but face palm at his stupidity as he paced around, trying to discover what he was best at.

"I'm quite good at school work! The best, even! Dispite being homeschooled for so long! I'm great at it!"

Phoenica laughed along with Rick's claims, she had no idea what schoolwork was, but she didn't want her newest buddy chum chum pal friend buddy chum chum chum pal to think she was uncool. Rick shimmied his bookbag off of himself, grabbing out last nights homework, holding it up dramatically like Macbeth would a skull. "BEHOLD!!!! THE DREADED ALGEBRA II!!!" he bellowed, passing it to Phoenica. He had also handed her a pencil, "Here! You try!"

Phoenica nodded, scribbling a few nonsense numbers as if she were on auto pilot, giggling the whole time like a gremlin being fed after midnight. She soon finished, passing it back to Rick with a smile. "Done!"

Rick took the paper, and Phoenica began her monolouge.

"Now you see! That challenge for Hi....skewl...ers.... would've proven too much! But, with the power of Soulmates, friendship, and MAGIC! I got it done in a matter of seconds!" She clapped "Thank you Rick for bestowing your mathly knowledge onto me!"

Rick gasped dramatically, gripping the paper. "You- you used my knowledge to do this! Thats- thats CHEATING!" he stood up, pointing a finger. "You're a cheater cheater pumpkin eater! I cannot be friends with a girl who PUMPKIN EATS!"

Phoenica gasped, a tear starting to fall. The sky tore open again as the arrows reversed out of their hearts, reverting back into sheep that scuttled back into the sky. "NOOOOOOO!!!!" Phoenica wailed, burying her shameful cheating cheating pumpkin eating face into her hands. "MY KNOWLEDGE!!!! WAHHHHHH!!!"

A kitchen timer went off in Giovanni's head, causing him to laugh "Wait? Your- Your weakness is people- NOT being friends with you?! Hah... huh ha... huh HAHAHAHAHAHA!! OH MY GOD THATS RICH!!! HAHAHAH!!! WHAT A DORK!!! HAH!"

Lorelai harshly jabbed his arm with her elbow, making him yell out an "OWWWW!!". Lorelai couldn't help but roll her eyes, Phoenica whimpered as she stared at her now wet hands.

"Is this why all my previous friends had stopped friending?! Is it because I am a... pumpkin eater?! Why didnt anyone TELL me! I would've stopped eating pumpkins right away!! Now everyone's ignoring me!!!" She sobbed heavily, falling to her knees.

Rick couldn't help but feel bad, coming to her side and wrapping an arm around her, he was crying to.

"Oh, Phoenica! I am SO terribly sorry! It just..." He sniffled "I HATE cheaters, you know? They grind my gears so hard that I can't think! But... if you vow to never use your knowledge for cheating... I would be honored to call you friend!"

Phoenica gasped, wrapping both arms around Rick and squeezing him as tight as she could. "Rick!!!!! My dearest surface friend! I pinky winky promise to never EVER cheat again! If I break this promise then..." she whiped her eyes, looking into his with complete sincerity. "You have all the right to break my pinky!"

Rick looked touched, starting to regain his smile "Phoenica..." he fully accepted her hug. "That is all my heart ever wanted to hear!"

The sky ripped apart like paper, the sheeps returning, forming one big arrow that pierced through them both. Phoenica shot up, deciding that her crying time was over!

"Nooooow! Have you two changed your minds???? Would you still like to be friends?!?!?!? Please??? Pretty please???"

"Uhhh.. yeah no I'm good." Giovanni steps back

Lorelai also steps back, "Me too, sorry kid."

Phoenica looked absolutely heartbroken, before shaking her head. "Uhh... well... what about the winny thingy?

"Winny thingy?" Giovanni asked

"Win! Winner! Wining! Something something something you win! That's what you guys were saying when I woke up! What is the game? What is there to win? CAN I even win? Oh, I bet I could win anything and everything ever! Please please please let me win something! Then we can all be friends and skip along with the sheep in the clouds!" Phoenica begged desperately, clasping her hands together.

Lorelai raised a brow. "You sound kinda desperate."

"I AM!!! Thank you for noticing!"

"That... isn't a complement..."

"Oh! Then UN-Thank you for noticing!"

Gears shifted in Giovanni's head as she tried to figure out what this silly little bell ridden girl was talking about, then it hit him, like a homerun at a big league baseball game.

"Ohhhh! You mean the prizes!" Giovanni snapped a finger, grinning excitedly "We were taking a buncha these jelly fish an' throwin' em back in the sea! Whoever finds the most, throws em back in the ocean without gettin' stung wins! Oh! An' if you find a cool thing WITHOUT a metal detector, you get extra points! Whoever's got the most points gets a little treat!"

Not even a moment after the words escaped Giovanni's lips, Phoenica was running around the beach. She tossed jellyfish after jellyfish back into the sea, occasionally getting stung. She would sometimes find a trinket only SHE thought was cool and stuff it into the pockets of her worn out dress. She soon came back to the trio, huffing wildly like a runner who had just crossed the finish line last in a marathon.

"I've tossed 164 jelly fish back, got stung 35 times and found 52 cool trinkets!"

Phoenica took what was in her pockets out of them, what she collected was mostly shells, seaweed, and coins. She put them back in her pockets with puppy eyes.

"Does that mean I get a treat now? I'm afraid I haven't eaten in days!"

"DAYS?!?!?!" The trio shouted with concern, all starting to scrounge through their stuff, except for Rick who was running around and screaming in a panic.

To no avail, all Giovanni had was an old empty thermos of Soup. It was stained from the time he tried to mix a bunch of Soups together with smoothie logic. Spoiler, it didn't taste good and he threw up afterwards.

Lorelai took out the lip balm she had recieved, Phoenica's eyes locked on it.

"Whats that? Is that the treat? Can I have it? Can I? Can I?"

"Uhhhh...." Lorelai looked down at the lip balm, extending it out. "This is a lip balm..."

"Haha! Wowie! Never mind then! Don't want to explode! Haha! Ha! Ha!" Phoenica was sweating again.

Lorelai shook her head, "No no no no" she unscrewed the cap to show her, speaking slowly like you would an alien in a movie. "Baaaaalm.... Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalm, with an LLLLLLL. Its like, lip stuff you put on your lips"

"Wow! Smells yummy! Thank you!" Phoenica knelt down, chomping down on the balm. Regret set in for her immediately as she coughed, it shot down her throat in seconds. "MMMM!!!! BADDDDD!!!!" she cried.

"NO NO NO NO NO DO NOT SWALLOW THAT!!!" Giovanni butted in, grabbing Phoenica by the shoulders, tears streamed down her face quickly. "Too late!!!! ITS ALREADY IN MY TUMMY!!!!"

"NOOOOOO!!!!" Rick dramatically fainted like a goat, clutching the sand like a blanket. "My friend is going to die..."

"IM GOING TO DIE?!?!" Phoenica gasped.

"No! No! Nobody is going to DIE!" Lorelai tried to reassure, but it was hard with a child and someone who was nearly an adult crying in unison. Giovanni started to panic and rummage through Rick's backpack for literally ANYTHING to drink. All he found was an old potion he had given him.

"Is... is that a drink?" Phoenica asked meekly "I haven't drunken anything in days! Well... besides Salt Water! Oh goodness! I believe it *is* the end!"

"DO NOT SAY SUCH DRIVEL, PHOENICA!" Rick shouted.

"Rick, others, we are friends...correct?" Phoenica strained sadly, like a sick kid on a TV show.

"Uhhh... pretty sure?" Lorelai hesitated

"Please.... do not let me die."

Phoenica ragdolled onto the sand, panic began setting in for the trio as they scrambled like headless chickens trying not to squawk in fear.

...

Hope you enjoy!!! :D

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The Villain's Hero pt 2

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Notes: Graphic depictions of violence, redemption, gets pretty soft at a certain point, 1st person

Summary: Wanda does what said she would. You try to piece your new life together.

Part 1 | Masterlist

I was strapped down. I had no leeway to move. I could feel the material against my arms. I wish I couldn't move, I couldn't talk, and my vision was blurry.

" Did you think she was going to stop me?"

My blood ran cold.

" I don't fail. A trait that must've skipped a generation. Your little hero wasn't anything to me. I crushed her."

I struggled against the restraints. I could hear my father's laughter echo around the room.

" Oh? You don't believe me. Let me show you what happens when I handle things by myself."

My vision cleared, and I was met by the image of Wanda's bloody body slumped over in a corner.

" You're next."

My body jolted straight up. I was drenched in sweat and my breathing was labored. I was in the same room I was in earlier. This time, there was no Wanda to greet me.

Though my being was in shambles, I tried my hand at getting out of the bed. This time I was successful. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

My stomach and thigh were wrapped up. My nose had been reset and there was a small bandage to cover the gash. The bruises were still turning, but it could've been worse. It would've been, if Wanda hadn't patched me up so well.

The house was quiet. I looked around for the hero, taking in the home as I did. It seemed like she lived alone. Everything was neat and clean. I tried not to panic at the lack of her presence, but after that dream I was on edge.

I had a bad feeling in my gut. The type of feeling, that meant I had to find Wanda. She had been in my mind, which meant she knew where to find my father.

He wasn't always an evil man. He was my dad, I didn't think he could hurt a fly. Then mom got sick. Things took a turn for the worse. Her health was rapidly declining, but she still wore a smile.

It wasn't fair. She was a sweet woman, who only wished to help others. She should've had more time.

My father and I agreed on that. We were both messes when she finally passed. I remember feeling so much anger. I developed so much hatred in the world, because a world that would take my mother from me wasn't a world I could respect.

I was young then, impressionable. So the anger that I felt only multiplied under my father's rage. His sanity slipped away day by day, bringing him closer and closer to a life of crime.

Wanda was right, I was his weapon. I never questioned him, he was all I had. I'd already lost my mom, I refused to lose him too.

Part of me wished he'd fought for me, like I fought for him. I did everything I could to make my father happy. No matter how wrong it felt, no matter how much I bled, I did what he asked.

This is the one thing I couldn't do, and he hated me for it. I hated myself for it.

But I knew there was no world where I'd willingly slay Wanda. She had a good point earlier. The hero was my other half.

We fought, we hurt each other, but there was an abundance of respect underneath it all. The woman was a light, perhaps the only one left standing.

She was a beacon of hope for people everywhere. I couldn't take her away from them. She's everything I wished I had to look up when I was younger.

I had to stop her.

Wanda was a person of her word. There was only one place where I thought I could find her, a place I didn't want to go. However, pride moved my feet, or maybe it was fear.

Fear that my nightmare would become a reality.

Much like the night before, I let my feet carry me. I didn't want to think about what I'd find when I got there.

" You are weak. A pitiful excuse of a father and a worse excuse of a man."

Wanda had him by the neck. She was squeezing him so tightly that the wound I made yesterday was leaking. He was in bad shape. It looked like she had beat him quite badly.

His eyes met mine, and he mouthed," Save me."

" Wanda, put him down."

Her gaze was focused on him," He deserves this."

" This isn't your fight, hero," I try to be gentle with my voice.

" He could've killed you," her grip intensified.

My eyes pool," He's all I've got, please."

Wanda doesn't waiver," He doesn't care about you, Y/n. He doesn't even want to claim you as his child. He's used you years to do his bidding."

My heart tightens in my chest. I force myself to look at my father, " I tried so hard after mom died. I tried to be everything you asked for. In fact, I was everything you wanted me to be. You never cared, I don't even remember the last time you told me you loved me. I was supposed to be your daughter, and you were supposed to be my dad."

His eyes were blank as they bored into mine," You were the worst thing to ever happen to me. I hope you know you'll be nothing without me. She'll turn you in after this, and you'll rot because that's all you know. I raised you like that for a reason. You will never be able to exist without-"

The crack was viscous. My hands shot over my mouth in disbelief. Tears were wildly streaming down my face. His body hit the floor like a sack of potatoes. The eyes were still open, looking at me with disgust.

Wanda stood still, she was staring at her hands.

" W-wanda?"

Her attention turned to me. She approached me and for a moment I felt fear. My father's last words rang through my ears, what if this was it for me.

" I told you, I'd kill him for what he'd done to you. I don't want you to believe anything that piece of shit ever said to you."

I couldn't take my eyes off of him," He's right, who am I without him telling me who I have to be?"

Wanda shook her head," That's for you to figure out. You could be whatever you want to be."

" What if…" I didn't finish the sentence, my insecurities were getting the best of me.

" We'll figure it out together," Wanda’s doe eyes bore into yours.

I shook my head," I still don't understand why you're helping me."

" You're my other half. Now, let's go."

" What about-" I didn't finish my sentence. When I looked at where my father had just been lying, lifeless, he was no longer there.

" Let's go," Wanda repeated.

With much effort, I followed the woman outside and back to her house.

Wanda gave me something I had never had before in life, a chance. The opportunity to be more than just a criminal. She never pressured me to be a hero, but with my skill set it was almost normal to me.

There were certain things from the past I couldn't let go of. However, there were a lot of people who had switched sides, for whatever reason.

I didn't think of my father a lot. Sometimes he'd slip into my mind, when I was at my lowest, but I didn't let it ruin what I had worked for.

I was on the right side of the fence, thanks to Wanda. I was grateful, but I couldn't convey it too much. I had to keep up our banter and faux-hatred of each other.

Though, the rising tensions between the two of us only seems to grow. It was easier to ignore when we were on opposing sides. However now, I find myself able to admire her up close. This complicates things.

Unfortunately, I have found myself to be in love with the hero. I call myself by the same mantra now, but I cannot erase my villainous past. It will forever taint the legacy I decide to build for myself.

" You look a little lost there, hero."

I frowned," You know I hate when you call me that."

Wanda laughs," It's the truth. You're a hero."

I shake my head to disagree," I'm just doing what I can to right my wrongs."

Wands rest her hand on my shoulder," You're doing more than that Y/n."

" Doesn't feel that way. I feel like… I'm wearing a mask, hiding my true intentions."

" What are your true intentions?"

I paused," I don't know. I just feel like an imposter, Wanda. You know I'm no good."

" Even when we were on opposite sides, I never thought you were bad. You held back and showed too much remorse to truly revel in the darkness."

I chuckle," You think so? I hurt so many-"

" You regret it. You would change it if you could. I watch you beat yourself up everyday over it. You're not the monster you're trying to make yourself out to be."

I closed my eyes as I felt her hand begin to massage my shoulder. I let out a deep breath," I hate letting you see me like this."

" I like it when you show me that you're more than just a sarcastic asshole."

" Glad my weakness brings you happiness."

She gently hooked her finger under my chin, our eyes met," Your weaknesses make you human. However, your emotions will never be a weakness."

It was hard to believe her. My father's words echoed through my head. He was still haunting me. The only thing that gave me any pause was that I was certain Wanda wouldn't lie to me. It wasn't in her character.

" I guess you make me human then," I swallowed hard, almost wishing I contained my words.

" I make you weak?"

My hand shakes as it caresses her face," You make me feel things I never wanted to experience. Wanda, you're the only one I refused to kill. You've shown me kindness when I was undeserving, you protected me when I refused to believe I was in danger, and you saved my life."

" Y/n-"

" You make me feel so weak yet, all I want to do is relish in feeling."

Her lips met mine first. Her grip on my chin didn't waiver, neither did my hold on her face.

I didn't want to let her go. I was afraid that when the kiss ended, whatever we had we would go with it. I thought I had ruined things with my words.

" Stop thinking," she whispered against my lips.

I obeyed her command, my mind was empty. The only thing I was focused on was her. I needed her, and for once that didn't make me feel weak.

She smiled, breaking the kiss," Y/n, the thing you seem to keep forgetting is that you're my other half. That means, I need you just as much as you need me."

My eyes widened in surprise at her words. She giggled and I smiled.

" You never cease to surprise me, hero."

" That's a good thing."

I pecked her lips, unable to help myself.

" It truly is."

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff #lowkeyerror

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Simeon Solomon - Habet! In the Coliseum (1865)

A group of richly-attired Roman women lean from the balustrade overlooking an amphitheater in antiquity. Down below the crowd bays for the blood of one of the fighters as they watch the gladiatorial combat amid the dust and gore. The cry of Habet! (He is hit!) echoes around as the women make the decision whether to slay the vanquished gladiator or allow him to live. The women's reactions vary from the anguish of the girl who has fainted in a pallid swoon, the horror of another who rushes forward with animated wide-eyed expression, the pity of the woman on the far left whose brow is furrowed with concern and the blood-lust of the golden-haired woman who is making a gesture that suggests that she wants to see the gladiator killed. She is clutching a golden serpent necklace at her throat and showing her white teeth in an animalistic expression which many critics noted as being symbolic of a cold heart and a lust for violence. Swinburne suggested that this figure captures 'the ferocity of blondes' but she was probably intended to represent vanity and the fashion in the Imperial period for dyeing hair. Her expression seems to also reflect a sensuous admiration of the sweaty physicality of the half-naked gladiators. The most enigmatic expression is that in the face of the central figure who seems to be still considering her verdict. She is bedecked in ornate gold jewellery and has an inlaid box in front of her from which she has perhaps been throwing jewelled favours to her favourite combatants. Behind these bejewelled patrician women is a gaunt and melancholic servant-woman fanning her mistress with peacock feathers -symbolic of the decadence and vanity of the main protagonists in this orgy of lascivious cruelty. This quiet and contemplative servant seems weary of the horrors she is witnessing, unable or unwilling to lift her eyes to the scene that she has seen so many times in every aspect of her dominated life. She is as downtrodden as the gladiators, a victim of the cruelty of the rich. The only innocent and unsuspecting face among the crowd is a little girl whose mother seems to be about to pull her away from the horror that is unfolding.

The model for the slave-girl was Fanny Eaton, a woman from Jamaica whose mother was a former slave in a sugar plantation. She also modelled for Solomon's The Mother of Moses of 1860 (Delaware Art Gallery, Wilmington) and for one of the women in the background of Rossetti's The Beloved (Tate). The model for the blonde woman strongly resembles Emma Mary Jones, a professional model who is known to have posed for Solomon at this time and who is best-known as Frederick Sandys' mistress and model for pictures like Proud Maisie (Christie's London, 16 June 2015, lot 18) and Love's Shadow (Sotheby's New York, 5 May 2011, lot 69) which similarly show aggressive femininity. (source)

#simeon solomon #british art #historical painting #1860s

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bob dylan concert notes:

started exactly on time. very punctual

he thought he was in indiana. he was not corrected

the first song was almost completely unintelligible as human speech but the rhythm guitarist is vibing hard

first song was a warm up. he is inteligible now

False Prophet was a banger. the drummer is getting it

bobby is piano-ing his little heart out

outfit: white hat, white shoes, black suit with sparkly white accents

far more piano-ing than singing in all songs, particularly “when i paint my masterpiece”

nice little echo on Black Rider

the live performance made me like Black Rider more tbh

“the size of your cock does not matter *giggles*” - bob

slayed My Own Version of You

some may say it lacked fan interaction. i call it autistic efficiency

put all his piano energy into Across the Rubicon

PLAYED TO BE ALONE WITH YOU AAAH

i fear bobby d may fall on his ass

kept playing the piano after the song was over confusing his band mates

officially warmed up and very lively for an 83 yo over an hour in

he only remembered where he was bc there was a song on the set list abt Cincinnati

my gf turned to me and said “i’m thinking abt how sad it is that snails don’t have teeth” when i asked her how she was enjoying the concert

Mother of Muses made me wanna fall asleep but in a kinda nice way

“this is the most he’s moved. he did a half squat and everything” -my gf

broke out the harmonica for the last number 😎

thought he was gonna fall over when he was backing up to leave the stage. gave me and my gf a heart attack

#yes i was slightly made fun of for taking handwritten notes at a bob dylan concert #all in good fun #my gf thought it was cute #bob dylan #rough and rowdy ways #some me times

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Fantasy Setting: SKZ's Rings

StrayKid's rings of choice and their meanings in a fantasy setting.

All members, no tw, no full story

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Chan

• a simple black dragon ring

• suble yet powerful

• simple colour that goes with his wardrobe, but highly detailed and realisticly structured

• not as prove of him actually slaying dragons (he wouldn't kill them duh; against dragon cruelty)

• to show his connection with his friends , because he would totally befriend dragons, cooperate with them, and protect them

Minho

• looks like a simple silver ring from afar

• only when he let's you get closer, maybe watching him cooking or more, playing with his fingers, you'd be able to see the actual design

• reminder to him to stay soft and kind regardless of how rough the world is

• the ring's nature echoes through the imprint even after not being in place anymore

• dude would definitely be surrounded by a bunch of animals and creatures when he's in the forest like a Disney princess

Changbin

• swort, obviously

• straight to the point and practical

• he would definitely use it, either to fight or cut ropes of trapped creatures

• more often, however, he would absently poke the desk he's sitting at when he's writing stuff or cutting his food when he's out on adventures

• has different versions of the sword in various colours, because sometimes he feels fancy and attaches a short with pink details

• would totally handcraft different versions with customised tools for his friends

Hyunjin

• something in form of a person

• it has an artsy sentiment, but also the pure notion of loneliness

• he'd probably end up isolating himself from the outta world by locking himself inside his castle, so has this as a reminder of connection and humanity for times he struggles with his own perception of himself in these realms

• not to demonstrate power at all

• it's his personal anchor to reality and his place in it

Jisung

• little snuggly crocodile ring

• deadly, unpredictable, powerful dude who is a loner yet often found in teams

• an ace, duh

• did you know crocodiles can climb up trees? they can, swim, dive, walk, run, climb, tf

• anyways, his friends gave him the ring and he cherishes it, because of that

Felix

• the sea in form of a ring

• he'd live at the sea with a huge beach, a lot of sunshine and peace

• when he has to travel, he'd feel like having a piece of home with him and just looking at the blue calms him

• he would trace the irregular lines when he's nervous or stressed

• could probably control water and would definitely use his ability to make sure animals, creature and people can always drink

Seungmin

• sandy, earthy ring with a hint of clouds

• he'd be so grounded and level-headed, yet end up with his head in the clouds when he's not in a stressful situation

• he made the ring himself after one of his longest adventures, collected tiny stones, sand from his favorite beaches (Felix's beach is on of them!), etc.

• his friends would randomly come to him with pretty stones they found and Seunbmin would collect all in a bag that he wouldn't let go off until project ring is done

• others collect gold, diamonds and pearls, but he collects his life, memories, his appreciation for his friends and puts all of that into this piece of jewelry

Jeongin

• a fox lol

• actually has several of them, all gifted by his friends

• he'd be wearing a different one each day to make sure that one feels left out

• when he sees a wild fox on his adventures, he'd hold up his ring in its direction and one time a mother showed up and proudly present him her babies (dude was in awe)

• carries all rings with him on adventures and when his friends feel bad, he puts one of the rings on their fingers to tell them that he's here for them, that he got them

definitely gifts those cute little rings to children in villages he's passing through

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[moon-blanket]

I Finished the Imperium-- here are my findings.

Welcome to the Imperium / Your Place Amongst Magic

Not much to note, Echo wasn't as scary as I thought. I was more so "oooooh"ing and "aaaah"ing about the cool set up. I love me a good tragedy.

Hunted Down by an Obsessive Water Elemental

Kody why do you sing for so long. Please stop.

Blake's "But I'm not-" when being referred to as a Dreamwalker. That's clever, I see what happened here.

VINDEMIATOR !!!! WOOO !!!! I was So afraid that he was gonna be Mean the Whole Time. But I get putting up appearances. He slayed though.

A Desperate Incubus Asks For Your Help

The immediate tone change from Vindemiator oouugu guh YEAH.

Him apologizing if he scared us i'm going to Weep and Sob. The comeback of "living and being alive are two different things" had me shaking the bars of my enclosure. Oh yeah, that's my baby.

I will do Anything for you sir. I will die for this cause.

Hell YEAH getting Kody's ass. Get the fuck outta here baby !

"What are you gonna do, fuck me to death?" return also !!! we love callbacks.

At an Enforcer's Mercy

Vin's little thing about Not wanting to talk about what just happened, how it's just another means of survival :(((

HUXLEY NOOOOO. Huxley baby this isn't like you. Where are your mothers.

Freelancer standing up for Vindemiator when Huxley starts to punch him !!!!! Soulmates in every universe I'm tellin' ya.

Alone with the Fanatical Academy President

Would you hate me if i said I was kinda into it. I was a little Scared, but I get it a little bit.

His whole story about how he got where he is, golly ! that's a little frightening !! And his condescension when Freelancer keeps asking about Vin !!! ouu u ugh that was Something.

Uncomfortable Truths with a Hopeless Demon

Avior !!! Hi Avior. I didn't know that the Haven was a sort of ploy ! It does make sense in the long-term. The Imperium can take any power it gets huh.

And it's Starlight !! can these two not get trapped in a hell for like 5 seconds.

Oh there's the kicker !! an apocalypse !!! I knew this was happening, but hearing the characters acknowledge it !! uhoh !!

His little speech about how No One listens to him and how he goes to the roof to scream at stars :(( What if i Cry.

Consort to the Tyrant King-Imperial

I knew Damian was King-Imperial. I knew Angel was his Consort. Still in awe.

Angel has Very Valid concerns and Damian just brushes them off with "I'm the King" !!

Him freezing/tracing them so they couldn't move during their argument >:(( What the fuck sir. This is not love !!

Turned by a Devious Vampire

Do you think this is what Sam is going to do now that he's kinda left the Solaire Clan. The dentist part, not the mass-maker part. Could you imagine.

Regardless, he seemed nicer than I thought. A little nerve-wracking for sure, but there was Some kindness there. Poor Baby though, and Poor Ivan afterward.

The fucked up cycle of mass-making is crazy. No wonder the Meridian is Dying.

Caught By a Cruel Werewolf Pack

This one i was Most excited for. Imperium Pack Fics are some of my Favorites. I did kick my feet a little when Milo showed up. Sweetheart still being his mate :') once again soulmates in every universe.

ASHER !!! EJ, I understood before but now. I see the whole picture now. I immediately folded.

Him mentioning David and Darlin' OUCH !!! He misses his mate so much. I didn't know it was bc Christian and Amanda were off fucking !! what !!!

Babe asking if he's okay after chewing Christian out, and actually holding a conversation with them-- even if it's an interrogation a little bit. And once he finds out their agenda he takes them to the Den oh my god it's happening guys.

I ate this audio up. I think it's my favorite so far.

Claimed by Two Sadistic Vampires

What the actual fuck is happening right now !!! I mean good riddance Adam, but what !!!

Welcome Back

yeah yeah Echo thank you so much. I do now understand why everyone is afraid that it's constantly raining in the Prime Universe now though !! I get it !!! I'm afraid too !!!

The little bit at the end with Asher and David, and how David just wants to spend time with his best friend before the E&E Games :') that was a really nice touch and also. hurts a lot after the Inversion and Imperium !

It's time for the Cataclysm. I'm sure all of my thoughts will Drastically Change lmfao.

I gotta re-read some Fics first though ;)

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted imperium #moon's thoughts #This is actually Amazing i'm eating this up with a fork and knife.

[t-tomuras]

㊌ ─── • 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐲

Pairing: Giyuu Tomioka x F!demon reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence, death, blood, minor self harm, biting, pining, spoilers for sunrise countdown (final arc) and swordsmith village arc, canon divergent.

Wordcount: 8k

Notes: Reupload, another fave, heed the warnings

Spring begets new life into the world, symbolizing rebirth from the frozen wasteland of blanketed snow. Leaves bud on barren trees and animals awaken from their months-long slumber; warmth and hope feeling more tangible as the days grow longer once more. He knows the seasons have fully shifted when he treks the countryside and every rice field is being planted by the local farmers. 

He can almost feel the serenity of normalcy like this; at least for a moment, at least until he remembers why he’s ventured so far from home in the first place. 

This season is good for Demon Slayers as well, the vile creatures Giyū exterminates have less time to wreak havoc upon the innocent —but it doesn’t stop them, doesn’t slow the slaughter by much to bring any solace. Giyū gets little to no rest between missions now, not with fewer slayers joining the fray and even less surviving Final Selection. His job is grim, the mortality rate high, and as a hashira, a pillar, he carries that weight on his shoulders every time he sets out in the hopes of bringing that carnage to an end. His mission now is to slay a demon terrorizing an isolated village, nestled quietly away at the foot of a mountain.

He is met by an elderly couple on the beaten dirt road upon his arrival and brought up to speed on their predicament. Their worry is evident, young men and women disappear or are left in carnage every night, grizzly scenes to be discovered by their neighbors or loved ones. The task seems daunting, like there is a strong demon or even more than one but Giyū is tried and true, has weathered many a storm. 

When night falls the hunt begins, he sits quietly with his eyes closed atop one of the many village houses listening for any signs of disturbance. The nightlife is peaceful, many of the villagers early to bed and early to rise for their daily lives, Giyū’s rage for how they suffer burns the longer he thinks about it. He’s on the move the moment he hears a shrill shriek coming from the south end of the village, where he first arrived. It’s a small hut surrounded by trees, the candles light in the window flickering wildly from the scuffle within. Giyū crashes through the flimsy wooden door, collapsing it on top of the demon while it claws and growls like a wild animal at the mother that defends her two young children. She shields their eyes and ears when he moves to decapitate their assailant, the sickening squelch of flesh and crunch of bone followed by the dull thud of its lifeless body brings silence to their home. 

As the ash of its withering body scatters on their floor, he looks them all over, the children and mother covered in blood but otherwise unscathed; his stomach lurches into his throat when he realizes the body of their father lies slain by their dinner table. As Giyū sheaths his sword his face appears impassive but he thinks of Kyujuro, thinks about how if he were still alive he would’ve made it on time ― that he could’ve saved their father. 

“I’ll bury him,” are the only words he gives to the widow, while she tries and fails to contain her sorrow for her children’s sake. 

He gives the nameless man a proper burial, the shroud of night slowly lightening as Giyū kneels before the grave, covered in dirt with his hands clasped together in prayer. His own words echo in his mind: 

‘The weak exist only to be relentlessly crushed by the strong.’ The strong exist to protect the weak ― that is what he’s learned after his encounter with Tanjiro, a flame of compassion flickering to life in his gory career. 

The wife has finally settled her children to rest, Giyū is brushing away the dirt from his haori and wiping the sweat from his brow when she comes to see her husband's resting place. She thanks him with a choked sob, falling to her knees with trembling shoulders and he decides it’s time for him to give her some time alone, he couldn’t console her anyway. 

His payment is accepted and he’s praised for his effort by the elderly couple before he takes his leave of the village, hopefully to never return. It’s not quite dawn as he treks the beaten path out of the village, passing the shabby shrine he remembers on his arrival. There’s a mound of dirt to the side of it now, a burial mound that wasn’t present the day previous and muffled sobs can be heard from inside when he moves closer to inspect it. His hand clutches the hilt of his sword instinctively, feeling the presence of a demon inside. 

Giyū pushes open the door to the shrine aggressively, sword drawn as it clatters noisily open, only to be met with a body hunched in the corner wracked by sobbing that’s only stopped by the surprised gasp at his entrance. 

“Please leave, I don’t want to hurt you,” your voice is tiny, hoarse from crying for however long. Your teeth chatter at the smell of him, saliva dripping in tandem with fat, sorrowful tears. You stare at him for a moment before realizing who he is, what he is and your form slackens instead of growing more rigid like other demons do, “a slayer.” 

He doesn’t respond to you, nodding only with his blade extended with one arm. You draw your knees into your chest, arms slung over them in an attempt to be made smaller. 

“You’ll kill me, then,” your voice warbles, fresh tears springing to life at the realization. It should be a relief, you know, you don’t want to be this monstrosity but the fear of death still grips tightly at your heart. 

“The burial mound outside, did you do that?” His sword is still pointed at you as he asks this, you answer him with a wordless nod. “Did you kill them,” another wordless response but with a shake of your head this time. His sword falls to his side, still ready to strike but giving a less offensive show of it. 

“My sister. I had to bury my sister,” you offer to him after a long moment of silence, “she was sick— bedridden. I took care of her, I- I only left the room for a moment.” A sob rattles your form, ripping involuntarily from your throat that makes you halt in your explanation to him. “There was so much blood, she didn’t even scream, a—and there was a man. I didn’t—“ 

“A man, did you see what he looked like?” Even as Giyū asks he knows he doesn’t need to know your answer. If you’re a demon now it was him, Muzan Kibustuji, again. Twice in one night and once more from several years ago— too late. 

“No, I didn’t. . . I guess I blacked out. When I woke up I was alone. Alone and. . . so hungry,” you break skin with how you dig your nails, now sharp claws, into your knees, look of resentment creasing your brow and spilling tears further from your bloodshot eyes. “I salivated over her corpse, over the blood that stained the bed.” 

Giyū’s sword clatters slightly with how tightly he grips it, fist trembling around the hilt as he becomes lost in thought. He didn’t even know Muzan was here, didn’t understand why he would do this to you besides to taunt him as a Slayer. While Giyū buried the dead he couldn’t save, you fought a foreign instinct while mourning the loss of your sibling. His jaw is set tightly while you detail how you buried your sister outside then crawled into this shrine to beseech whatever god would listen only to be met with this slayer moments later, like a twisted joke of an answer. 

The smile you give him next makes his stomach twist in anguish, an expression so forfeited of will, “I guess the gods’ answer is clear for me.” 

He looks away from you, features knit in contemplation before he stands to face the door. Sunlight is seeping through some of the weathered cracks in the door. You assume he’ll simply let the daylight end your pathetic life, but the arm that holds his sword points to the opposite corner of where you sit without turning around. You crawl over on your hands and feet, situating yourself in the same position from earlier when he opens the door just enough to slip out so the light doesn’t touch you. 

He holds the door closed tightly when he hears you stumble toward it, keeping you from swinging it open with the thought of him leaving you to the torture this new life would hold. 

“I’m going to bring someone who might be able to help,” his words are reassuring to you despite how he doesn’t believe them himself. He doesn’t know if there’s any help that can be done but you release the door and slide to the floor with a flicker of hope in your chest while Giyū sends his crow to contact the only person with this type of experience. 

It’s a little under a week when Tanjiro finally arrives, a torturous week of listening to you lament while Guyū stands guard. 

Tanjiro greets his friend with a warm smile before the hashira gives him the rundown on why he’s been called here, warning him that you’ve gone a week since transforming and haven’t fed at all. Giyū can tell by the boy’s solemn expression, the way the corners of his lips fall slightly and the open mouthed grin presses into a thin line, that he’s thinking of the first time his sister awoke from her own transformation. 

Tanjiro knocks on the door first, hearing your growl turn into a pathetic whimper followed by scurrying that they assume is you going into a corner that the light won’t touch. He peeks in gingerly, taking off the box that houses Nezuko during the day so she can greet you first. Her brother follows him when there’s no scuffle or protest, his sister is already holding you when he shuts the shrine door behind him. 

Giyū doesn’t enter, doesn’t think it’s a good idea to put two humans in a room with you; he also thinks their presence will be more beneficial for you. So he opts to sit outside of the shrine, taking some time to pay respects to your sibling while the Kamado siblings (mostly Tanjiro, for obvious reasons) speak to you from experience. It isn’t until he hears your anguished cries that Tanjiro exits without his sister. He looks impossibly burdened, like the encounter weighs heavily on his chest, the boy's heart on his sleeve always.

“She’ll starve slowly, like other demons,” Tanjiro cuts to the chase, understanding his superior on a fundamental level when it comes to conversation, “she likely won’t develop like Nezuko did.”

The Water Hashira mulls on that statement for some time, he’d already resolved to that conclusion long before Tanjiro arrived but that doesn’t make the confirmation any easier to swallow. 

“Will you kill her?” Giyū asks after a long bout of silence, only for Tanjiro to shake his head, “You don’t want me to do that.” The young slayer says it like he knows something Giyū doesn’t. 

The boy is right, after all, that isn’t what his superior wants. It doesn’t feel like a mercy kill, it feels dirty, wrong. Something like actually killing a human despite the clear evidence to the contrary. 

He doesn’t realize his face is pinched into a scowl until Tanjiro places his hand on his shoulder, trademark comforting smile plastered on his face with hope even Giyū could believe in. 

“She doesn’t have to eat humans, Lady Tamayo sustains herself by consuming small amounts of blood. She doesn’t harm a single person in the process, maybe she could do that as well.” 

It isn’t much, but it’s something and the thin, tense line Giyū’s lips have been set in slackens the slightest amount. Tanjiro turns back to the shrine, Giyū following behind him this time when it seems like your wailing has subsided. 

They find you asleep with your head in Nezukos lap when they enter, the young woman petting your hair soothingly and brushing it away from your face; lulling you into a comfortable slumber. He looks between the Kamado siblings and thinks that, if anyone can help you, it’s them. 

Giyū promises to himself, he won’t fail another person— won’t fail you, not if he can help it. 

Giyū didn’t know what he was thinking, and doesn’t still the longer time ticks onwards. He left you close to your village, in the shrine he first met you in. He sends his crow for you to relay messages with him while he’s away, keeping you from experiencing a lack of human contact — and, subconsciously, for a little peace of mind of his own.

With Master Oyakata in a declining state from his disease, it’s unlikely you’d take precedence in being granted clemency only he could force the other slayers (let alone the other Hashira) to heed, you weren’t like Nezuko, you were only a casualty in this war. Giyū has no one to look to for help when it comes to you; he has Tanjiro, yes, but he was no closer to curing his sister before throwing you into the mix. He is thankful, however, for the young slayer's kindness and discretion; the cons outweigh the pros when it comes to keeping you alive and a secret.

You haven’t adapted physiologically and you likely never will, making your situation much more volatile than the Kamado siblings. All it takes is one bad day of waning willpower and some unfortunate, unsuspecting human to happen upon you. This is one of the many reasons Giyū returns to you so often, checking on your condition and ascertaining you haven’t succumbed to carnal instincts. 

But as weeks carry on, things are becoming. . . difficult for you. You steadily become more restless despite collecting amenities to make the shrine more like your home when all the villagers are tucked within their beds in the dead of night. You try to give yourself some sense of normalcy, cling desperately to humanity despite how your stomach twists painfully when the breeze wafts the smell of humans your way. 

You opt to distract yourself from the hunger pangs, filling your time writing to Giyū; you find it lessens the crippling solitude and keeps your mind occupied along with the menial tasks you commit to. 

You start yet another letter to send to him, petting the top of his crows head while it sits and waits for you to finish.

The summer heat is sweltering, even here, I can only imagine it’s worse wherever you are now. I’ve learned how to weave a basket, they’re sturdy too! I’ve taken to collecting the berries in the forest I’ve seen the rabbits eat, maybe I can make something with them the next time you check up. 

It feels stupid to write to him, but that doesn’t stop you from doing so. He always responds, usually with necessary information or developments in his pursuit to help you. Giyū doesn’t make many comments on any of the tasks you usually mention but any he gives are kind, small praises or affirmations. It almost makes the gnawing hunger burning your throat bearable, almost, but not quite. 

The feeling worsens as the weeks give way to months, the pain that radiates from your gut so all encompassing that you don’t notice the seasons shift from summer to fall. Your stomach feels like it’s on fire and the smell of humans so close to you only fans the flames. Nobody will notice an elderly person's disappearance right? 

No, don’t think like that, you’d never forgive yourself; he’d never forgive you. He spared you on the premise that you were different, so fucking fight it. 

You know you shouldn’t but you also take to leaving little tally marks on the floorboards beneath you when you’ve calmed down enough from a fit. What are you counting while your drool drips to the floor aside from how many days your mouth feels impossibly dry? What could you possibly be keeping track of, when did you start doing that? Does it matter? It seems to help, even if it’s only a little bit. 

It’s easier to scream at yourself and claw at your clammy skin when it mends just as quickly as it’s split. It’s fine when there’s no evidence for Giyū to find, it keeps you grounded in a way; that is, until you notice the wounds don’t mend as quickly as they did before. 

This must be what insanity feels like, it’s an off-handed thought that you chase away the second it crosses your mind. It comes often though, mixed in with the intrusive idea of, ‘just a little blood. Just one person.’ The voice that whispers it to you within the inner recesses of your mind doesn’t really sound like you, you wouldn’t entertain such abhorrent ideas, would you? Who are they, then? You wished they’d leave you alone. 

There is another voice, though, one you recognize and focus on. The voice that screams for you to fight it, to stay strong— cling to humanity, is Giyū. Obviously so, and it’s so comforting, grounding whenever you feel like you’re being swallowed by the insatiable urges twisting your innards. His voice is something you seek solace in, rereading the short responses he’s sent you just to hear his words while you curl on the weathered wooden floor. It’s a little easier to hold out when you think of the kindness and mercy he’s shown you. 

You do it for him more than for yourself at this point, depending heavily on his presence and waiting in agony for his return. He’ll always come back, you’ve learned, so you make sure he comes back to you and not a monster. 

The time that passes between Giyū’s ‘wellness’ check-ins feels like it grows greater, though, and the duration of his stay doesn’t feel long enough before he departs on his next mission. It’s a horrible duality to feel too, the desire for his company but the desperation of controlling the pain. You know he sees the profuse sheen of sweat that coats your exposed skin, that he can see every protruding vein that bulges to show your effort at restraint. He’s perceptive, he has to be for his line of work, but that won’t stop you from trying to conceal the agony while you’re together. 

He’s kind enough to not say anything, gives you that little dignity. You always scream your throat raw whenever you’re certain he’s far enough away not to hear you. Giyū will never tell you, but he worries for you nonetheless, selfishly consumed with guilt at your suffering. It’s his own sort of agony to watch you struggle with your new life, a life he could have spared you from in more ways than one.

On his next visit he can tell you’ve further declined in state, your molars click behind your tightly set jaw and most color has drained from your complexion. He sighs as you look at him with glazed eyes, almost devoid of any spirit, glassy and bloodshot from obvious tears that you barely contained when you become aware of his arrival. You’re worsened from the light sheen that was almost always a constant every time he sees you; now drenched so profusely your hair is damp and clinging to your skin. 

Worst of all, he can see how you claw at your skin and that it no longer heals. The desperation you must feel, the sheer pain that leaves you with no other outlet than the sharp drags of your nails separating your own flesh to abate the desire to do it to others. 

“How have your missions been?” You attempt conversation, something that should be effortless but it’s a tremendous labor for you in this state. It makes Giyū’s own jaw tense, the veins in his temple protrude and his nostrils flare. He stands abruptly, hand on the hilt of his sheathed blade and it makes his chest feel heavy with how your pupils constrict with whatever conclusion you’ve drawn from his actions. 

You hold meaningful eye contact with him, hand coming up to your throat whenever the sound of his blade unsheathing meets your ears. You smile at him despite the hurt that flashes across your eyes for a millisecond, tears welling along your lash line once more, one’s that you’d say are gratitude despite the fear that settles from the uncertainty of your doom. You lean forward completely after a tense moment, nose almost touching the well-worn wood of the floorboards when his blade is extended and glinting in the candlelight. 

“I’ve appreciated,” you start, swallowing thickly over the lump in your throat that strains your voice, “everything you’ve done for me.” 

Giyū’s teeth feel like they’ll crack from the pressure applied, breathing in deeply at your words. His eyes slide shut so you assume the breath is for his water breathing instead of frustration, blade moving as he does so with purpose. He’s quick, the sound of flesh being sliced fills the heavy silence of the room followed quickly by the quick dripping of blood pattering against the floor. The smell of iron floods your senses and, to your horror, it’s sweet; tantalizingly so, urging saliva to fill your mouth and drip from your lips. 

When you look up, Giyū is kneeling before you, his palm pooling with deep mauve. He gives you no time to deny, forcing the side of his hand to your lips and the liquid to dribble easily into your mouth when you gasp in surprise. 

The relief is almost instantaneous and the desire for more feels unquenchable, your own hands covering his to tilt it and allow more of him to spill and feed on. It’s an effort to control yourself, to not literally bite the hand that feeds you. You suckle and lick at the wound until it begins to clot, color already returning to your skin and the wounds you’d inflicted beginning to mend. 

A long moment of silence settles between you, only your satisfied breathing mingling in the air between you both before you nuzzle the back of his knuckles to your cheek. 

When you finally open your eyes he is looking at you with an unreadable expression. You clutch tighter to his hand, his blood drying at the corner of your mouth, “You taste amazing, Tomioka. Thank you.”

Those words bring a heat to his cheeks, his heart racing for a different reason altogether when you look completely at ease once again. You look innocent, eyes still glimmering from tears shed, it feels like they look right through him before they’re hidden away behind closed lids at his tentative touch.

It’s then that the relationship shifts, a change he is welcoming of; features softening the slightest bit when he acts on the urge to pull you closer. He settles you to rest between his thighs and against his chest, your ear resting over where his heart belongs to listen to the steady beat. 

“Do you have to leave soon?” Your voice sounds small, laden with the burden of exhaustion as you fight with heavy lids. It’s a losing battle now that you’re nestled comfortably, safely, within his arms.

His hands rub soothing circles into your back, subconsciously urging you closer into the warmth of his body, “I’ll stay for the night.”

Giyū visits more after that night, sends letters the times he’s away and gives you estimates of his return each time. The trek is always long unfortunately, coming from across the continent in his pursuit of Muzan and his missions in between. 

He comes with good news, when he finally returns to you. The slayers defeat three of the six upper moons within a span of three months but, most importantly, Nezuko has conquered the sun, the only demon to have ever accomplished this. 

Giyū is with you for only a week whenever he’s summoned for a meeting of the pillars to discuss the recent events. You’re sad to see him go, obviously, but you force the smile you always wear when you watch him leave the small shrine you call home. 

He’s standing in the doorway when he turns on his heel, “I want you to move closer to my region, you can stay in the water pillar estate. My crow will show you the way and how to get in without being detected.”

He doesn’t wait for your response, closing the door behind him while you stand in shock. Heat stings your cheeks as your mind races with domestic scenarios, holding them in an attempt to abate the warmth but you’re overcome with joy; he wants you closer, Giyū has hope. 

The war between humans and demons is in its endgame. 

The day feels longer than it ever has before, stepping around and tidying the area you’ll hopefully never see again, if all goes well. You don’t realize the clutter you’ve collected until you’re having to figure out what you can and cannot take. 

The first thing you work on is where you keep your paper and ink, a mess of folded and crumpled parchment scattered about the floor. You disturb the air when you crouch, catching a waft of the faint smell of rain showers and mountain mist; crisp clean and so obviously Giyū.

You take the time to unfurl some of his old letters, smiling fondly over his handwriting and remembering each day you eagerly awaited his response. 

You have little to pack, the amenities you had don’t hold much sentimental value. You tuck away a box with all the letters between you and the slayer at the bottom of the basket you weaved yourself along with a few keepsakes from your past life. It feels like an eternity before night falls and you swing the basket with all the important things on your back and depart for the hashira’s territory.  

The sinking sun paints the sky in vibrant pinks and dusty purples until it’s completely dipped below the horizon, giving rise to the full moon in its place. You’re finally able to make the journey to Giyū’s estate with guidance from his crow. You’d prefer to have some conversation, you’d never liked the deafening silence that night brought but you focus on the crunch of twigs underfoot and the gentle flap of your guide’s wings ahead of you.

It takes, what you can tell from the moon overhead, about half the night to reach his home. You hope, with the impending battle, this home won’t be ripped from you as well; and you don’t mean the wooden foundations of the building you can tell belongs to this world's unsung heroes. 

It’s grand, yet simple, perfectly suited for the water pillar you’ve come to know over the past months. You arrive just in time, thunder rumbling in foreboding storm clouds with the threat of a winter downpour. You set your small basket on the table in the entryway after you remove your sandals, peeking into the empty rooms you pass; choosing in favor to explore the home before unpacking.

You’ve only gotten to see a few rooms and poke at the minuscule amount of decor when the door to the estate clatters open aggressively. There’s an unshakeable malicious aura that feels suffocating even for the creature that you are. 

You pad quietly out of the room you’d wandered into only to see a man you don’t recognize that smells of sweet flour and wisteria blossoms; a strangely pleasant scent that is almost completely drowned out by a shift of murderous intent. 

He moves lightning fast, inhumanly despite all the evidence to the contrary, grabbing you by the throat with one hand and shoving the viridian blade through your shoulder with the other. The pain is instantaneous, a burning sensation throbbing from the wound as your body fights to mend and replace the damaged cells. 

“The fuck are you doin’ in here?” Even his voice is biting, a vicious growl you’d attribute to that of a wild beast. 

You can see he wears the same variation of uniform Giyū wears, a slayer of high status like him as well, you’re sure. You’re a demon caught by a pillar in the home of another and you’re utterly defenseless, having never fought before. He doesn’t expect an answer to the question he poses, obviously so when he wrenches his blade from your shoulder and positions it with the assurance to sever your head with the next strike. 

You clench your eyes shut out of reflex, waiting for the sickening sound of sliced flesh only for a loud crash to sound instead along with the deafening roar of thunder. 

You’re slammed through a wall when you open your eyes, two bodies writhing around in a struggle of fists and grappling before your reeling mind is able to catch up to what’s happened. Giyū has finally arrived home, happening upon the situation in the nick of time. He’s knocked the other hashira’s blade out of his reach, veins protruding on his skin while he fights to keep the violet eyed man restrained, “leave! Get out of here!” 

His voice is laced with a desperation you’d never heard before the other man’s fist collides with Giyūs jaw from beneath him; momentarily causing the water hashira to stagger off of him. 

A gasp catches in your throat, body feeling the urge to rush to Giyū only to hear the wheezed command for you to flee once more. You’re not given the time to do so, though, watching Tomioka’s body launch through another wall with a fierce kick and the man is on you within a second. 

Thick fingers knot into your hair and twist to maintain his hold. You instinctively reach for his wrist and claw at the flesh in a desperate attempt to undo his hold but stop a moment later, limbs falling slack and saliva gathering on your tongue from a new smell invading your senses. 

“Ahh, look at that, like a cat with catnip,” his voice become a taunting purr, yanking you to clumsily stand on your feet and face him, “an animal, look at you fucking drool. Disgusting.” 

He spits to the side, like the very idea of salivation over blood soured his tongue, before dragging you by the hair to where his katana laid unforgotten. You scream internally at yourself to struggle, to get away, but your limbs don’t feel the alertness of your mind; gaze fuzzy around the edges of your vision when you see him pick up his blade. 

“Sanemi, don’t!” 

Another blink of the eye and your hands fall to the tatami of the Hashiras estate following the loud clatter of another destroyed wall. You’re gasping for breath whenever the man named Sanemi isn’t within proximity, looking around in confusion whenever Giyū launches from the gaping holes in the building their scuffle created to grab you by the wrist. 

“We have to leave, now,” adrenaline surges between you both, stumbling to your feet as you’re yanked behind the male. You can hear the clatter of lumber behind you but the distance widens between the three of you quickly. 

It isn’t until you can no longer smell or hear the other hashira that you both slow from a sprint into a light jog. You ran in no particular direction, simply focusing on getting away but it seems that Giyū knew where he was going; it was his region, after all. 

You reach the apex of a hill as thunder sounds and lightning flashes in the storm clouds above, the roaring rains a freezing assault to both of your bodies. You’re more resistant to the feeling, but not immune, and in a weakend state from lack of human consumption the frigid rain starts to feel like fine needles imbedding in your skin. 

Giyū isn’t sure when his grasp slips from your wrist to your hand but he’s fully aware at how tightly he grips it as he draws in ragged breaths. Even with the use of breaths, the drop in temperature from night combined with the rain slowly burns his lungs. His chest heaves almost imperceptibly, turning to you like he’d see a single wound but, of course, is met only with the blood stains and ripped clothing; wounds long since closed to leave unmarred flesh. 

You give him a reassuring smile and a gentle squeeze of your hand over his while darkened cobalt hues scan over you. The twitch of his lips is faint, still on high alert for an attack from his comrade but still gives an attempt to reciprocate the action.

The nights are long with the season but he knows the sun will be rising soon and he needs to get you to safety; Sanemi is no longer the more pressing threat to your existence. 

“We can find shelter on the other side of the village to stay. He shouldn’t feel your presence.” Shouldn’t, but no guarantee. It’s a light jog through the rain as it continues to soak your clothing, weighing you down enough that you’re actually thankful to see another shrine despite living in one for the better part of a year. 

Once inside, Giyū lights only a single candle for light and uses his haori to cover a withered shutter along a window where sunlight could seep through.

There’s time to settle before he returns to sit next to you, tilting your chin upwards to make sure there’s no wound. He’s close, so close to curing you and happening upon another slayer almost ripping you away makes his stomach twist uncomfortably. 

“He must’ve meant to confront me after the hashira meeting,” Giyū offers up without any prompt, “I was in a hurry to leave and ignored him when he tried to.”

He digs into the pocket of his slayer pants, pulling out a small vial with a substance inside that you’d never smelled before.

“I stole this, it can make you human again.” 

That sentence makes the world feel like it stops turning, high pitched ringing sounding in your ears while you look from the vial in his hand back to his eyes. Your mouth opens and closes several times, unable to find the words to respond with; almost a year of waiting and hoping for this, Giyū now, literally, holds your life in his hands. 

“Nezuko?” 

“There was enough for her, I wouldn’t have taken it if there wasn’t,” he’s desperate to fix what happened to you, make up for his failure but not at the cost of a young girl. 

He sees the relief bleed into your features, tentatively reaching to settle your hand over the medicine in his palm. A new life is within reach, a chance to start over, to be human again, just beneath your fingertips. 

There’s a plethora of emotions that wells within you both, Giyū earning your attention with a ghosting brush of his knuckles against your temple. The rain is the only sound that fills the silence with white noise, pattering against the roof above you both. You reach for him, cupping both of his cheeks while your heart pounds heavy in your chest. You scoot the slightest bit closer, knees knocking against his own when you do; sitting up until you can feel his soft puffs of breath fan over your lips.

“I love you, thank you, for everything,” you whisper as you close the minuscule gap between you, slotting your lips over his timidly. 

It isn’t until you move to pull away that his body takes action, responding clearly that he wants you closer still. He sets the medicine safely to the side before returning them to you, clicking his tongue at the feeling of your soaked clothes. His chest rises and falls with deep breaths, lids fluttering shut the more he gets lost in the motions. 

Giyū’s tongue traces over the seam of your lips in a plea for entrance, swallowing his sigh when you part for him and press further. He peels away the first layer of your clothing as his tongue slides against yours, tasting you in one of the many ways that’s plagued his thoughts for months. The desire for you only worsens when you reward him with gentle mewls, sighing in relief when he finally rids you of wet clothes. 

He pulls away to admire you, see you like this and commit it to memory like he doesn’t intend to experience this for the rest of your natural lives. The candlelight gives you an ethereal glow, painting you beautifully and making him strain in his pants when he lays you down to paw at your body. 

It’s a tender moment despite the fervor, gasping slightly and gooseflesh erupts over your skin at his touch. His calloused thumbs provide a delicious heat to flood your system while they roll over pebbled nipples, skilled hands in swordsmanship clumsily exploring your body, soft lips lavishing the expanse of your throat with affection.

His skin is warm despite the rain soaked fabric, chilled by the winter air but that doesn’t stop you from working your fingers at the buttons of his top the needier you grow. You can hear how his heart hammers in his chest when he pulls away, eager to make himself in an equal state of undress.

You lean up on your forearms, Giyū positioned between your legs while he undoes his pants, shimmying them down to kick them away; all the while staring at the heavy length to bobs when it’s freed. You reach forward to feel the flush skin, wrapping your fingers around him with testing pressure until he hisses at a particular grip; watching in wonder at how his face twists in pleasure when you pump the length experimentally. 

But he’s not interested in only receiving, corners of his mouth twitching in a small smile when nimble digits part your slick folds, rewarded with a pleased sigh and your legs spreading further for him. The room fills with the sound of sex, airy gasps and twitching thighs until the touching on both parts becomes more confident and assured. Giyū gets to the point where he pushes your hand from his throbbing length, settling to lay on top of you while his digits plunge and scissor your walls. 

His erection pokes at your thigh, hips twitching into the plush skin while swallowing your mewls from every pump of his fingers until you’re begging to feel more, “Giyū, please, I need you.”

“You never needed me,” he whispers when the fingers of his other hand graze over the unmarred skin that earlier held a wound, “I needed you.” 

Even with a strike from a nichirin blade you’re not as fragile as he made you out to be. You need him, but not to be protected, he understands that now. You didn’t have much deeper meaning to your plea but he always feels lost in thought because of you, more considerate and introspective, he needed you to become his best self; more than a slayer, more than a pillar. You simply need him as a man, not as a demon that needs the slayer to save them from this curse. You only need him to be yours.

You aren’t just a demon and soon you won’t even be that anymore, you’ll just be his.

He wants to be, can’t wait any longer either when he hovers above you with his cock in hand, running the leaky tip through your slit. Giyū leans down to take your lips in a chaste kiss before dotting a path over your cheek and jawline, eventually settling to drag his teeth over your earlobe; all the while rutting his hips until he’s aligned with your entrance. Your tongue laps at the taut flesh of his trapezium gently, over the scarred puncture wounds from previous feedings that makes him shiver at the contact. For the first time in your relationship together, you plant a kiss to the wound you created instead of reopening it as he sinks into you, shuddering from the affection and overflow of emotions. 

You’re careful not to rake your nails too deeply down his back as he stretches you, arching into his body while he works himself in until he’s bottomed out. He pants humid breaths, dampening the skin of your clavicle when he drags almost completely out of you only to push back in just as slowly; shuddering at the tight squeeze. 

The pace he sets is even, not quite desperate but the need is there when his arm snakes beneath your body to press you closer by your lower back. You meet each thrust when he does, rolling your hips and twitching the slightest bit when his pelvis rubs against your clit; Giyū taking note of the reaction and making sure to repeat it. 

Your walls spasm around him, his name on your tongue in a plea to keep going as if he ever intended to stop. His lips attach to your temple in a show of affection, one hand holding your hip to keep driving into you when pleasure slowly starts to mount into euphoria. You can vaguely register the sweet sounds of his own groans before the tightly wound coil in your abdomen snaps, pitchy keen sounding that bleeds and drags into a relieved moan with starlight dancing behind closed lids. 

“I love you, I love you too,” Giyū whispers his own confession to you, thrusts sloppy as you ride out your high and convulse around him until he’s emptying himself into the wet heat. His jaw drops when he does, forgetting to breathe for a moment until a groan rips from his throat and his hips stutter in rhythm; stopping completely when the sensation becomes too much. 

It isn’t until you cup his face gently, giving a satisfied smile up at him before he rolls off of you, pulling you close despite the tacky sheen of sweat that clings to your skin; basking in the afterglow of your coupling. Your fingers drum along the hard planes of his chest, careful so the claws you won’t miss when you become human don’t nick his flesh. The moment feels peaceful, perfect and serene; lips splitting into a smile when you glance up to his face. 

“I miss the sun,” you blurt, seemingly at random. You do, miss the warm rays that once kissed your skin but now threaten to burn and reduce you to ash. Giyū’s body is warm, it reminds you of that gentle heat and only makes you yearn more for even if the curse will be lifted soon. He looks at you with that somber expression he always gets when he thinks for too long when you sit up, pushing your bare chest to rest slightly atop his. There’s hope in his eyes, accompanied by the faintest of smiles when his hand comes to cup your cheek, thumb running over the skin in gentle strokes. 

Though your circumstance was unfavorable, it hasn’t been all bad, you got to meet Giyū and experience what you’re sure can only be love; you’ve lost plenty, sure, but gained much more. 

“Will you walk with me in the sun when I’m cured?” You ask as you nuzzle against his palm with your own hand resting over his.

The sentence makes his heart clench and he feels his resolve strengthen. He pulls his hand away to take yours in it, bringing it to his lips in a gentle brush over your knuckles. Giyū takes in a breath, exhaling slowly before he regards you with a tenderness he offers to no one else, “until my feet bleed and further still.”

Your heart swells at the sentiment, sitting up and reaching over him to grab the forgotten mediation until now. You turn it over thoughtfully in your hand, rubbing the pad of your finger over the glass when Giyū places his hand over yours. 

“I’ll do it,” his voice soft, taking the vial with ease and uncapping the protective lid over the needle. There’s a moment of pause, Giyū’s hand hanging in the air between you when you give him a reassuring nod, “I’m ready.”

You don’t even feel the needle, the injection is over in a second but you feel the spread of warmth from the medicine blossom into a burning heat beneath your skin.

The feeling rages through your veins, spreading so quickly all you can do is gasp and reach out of Giyū. Worry etches into his features, pulling you into his lap and arms but unable to do anything for you. He can feel your temperature rise, your body either trying to burn away the medicine or the medicine already forcing the reversion into being human; he doesn’t know. 

It takes an hour for you to stop screaming, drenched in sweat until you finally pass out so suddenly he’d think you’d succumbed to death if it weren’t for the labored breathing. He’s hesitant to leave your side but he has to get something dry to cover you along with cloth to dampen and cool your skin.

He makes the trip to the nearby village short, gathering his supplies and returning to care for you. He sets a pillow beneath your head, covers you with a thin sheet and prepares to do whatever you need for however long this takes. 

Giyū doesn't know how long he sits at your side, hand clasped in yours to squeeze when a wave of pain washes over you. He wipes the sweat for your brow while you draw ragged breaths, face pinched in agony even while you sleep but your elongated fangs slowly recede into duller, more human canines. 

At least he knows the pain is worth it, that the medicine is working, but it doesn’t make this any easier for him to watch. 

Hours pass with no change, he routinely gets you new water to drink, keeping a separate basin for the one he uses to cool you down. He even has to change the candle once, burning the wick down to the bottom of the wax; it’s his only form of time keeping aside from the rays that no longer peek through the worn shutters. 

Giyū grows tired as time ticks onward, exhaustion in his frame while he brushes baby hairs that have slicked to forehead. Your breathing has evened now, looking more peaceful and resting. He feels relief flood his system, like the storm has passed, body going slack though he didn’t realize he was tense at all. 

His hand holds yours when he settles to lay next to you, tucking close but not adding his body heat or weight to your form. Giyū is only roused when you shift beside him, squeezing his hand the slightest bit. He practically shoots up, holding your face in his hands as if inspecting you when he gets to his knees, earning a tinkling giggle. 

You’re human, the medicine worked. Your claws have receded and your irises have returned to their natural pigment, one he never knew before he met you but he’s glad to know now. He pulls you to him for a kiss, holding the feeling for a moment and making no movement to deepen it before he pulls away. His eyes are glassy, like tears will spill from pure elation and all he can do is kiss you again. 

You give him a curious look when he moves to stand, handing you his haori and the first beams of morning light bleed through the window, tugging you to stand before he opens the door to the shrine. 

“Walk with me,” he says with a smile, and the warmth you feel isn’t just from the sunlight on your skin for the first time in almost a year.

#vixen writes #hiatus; on queue

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From the Ashes the Phoenix Rises

Enji Todoroki X Reader

Summary: Dabi wants to punish Endeavour by slaying his girlfriend on Live TV for the whole world to see

Warnings: Character death, torture, description of murder.

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His malice laughter rings across the speaker.

There’s absolutely nothing Enji could do but watch in abject horror unfolding on the screen before his eyes.

His girlfriend Y/n sitting in an uncomfortable awkward position. Her wrist are bound behind her, stuck to a hook on the wall making her shoulders shoot out unnaturally, her arms look like they’ve been dislocated from her shoulder. Her head is hunched over, fainted from the excruciating torture Dabi was putting her through.

“Quickless little bitch! Wake up!” Dabi growls, he places his hot hand on her thigh, searing the meat. She squirm under the painful flame that burns her flesh. A scream pierces his ears, a painful level of which Enji has never heard her achieve.

He feels utterly defeated watching his first born torture his beloved. Watching helplessly, unable to do anything.

Dabi stares blankly at the camera as her soft sobs echo in the background. “I’ll ruin your chances at happiness just like you ruined mothers.” A sick smile stretches across his face.

Panic rising within Enji he watches his son shove two fingers own her throat. His hand ignites blue flames making the fire burn down her throat, killing her from the inside out. The camera captures the very moment the light left her eyes and begins to melt in her skull. Her flesh shrivelling forcing the liquid to the surface and evaporating under the extreme heat.

“Endeavour! We located Dabi and Y/n, they underground on railroad 7, approximately 4.8km from the manhole 94 located on Debussy Street.” One of the computer technicians yell, wholly unaware of her demise.

Enjis knees give out beneath him, staring at her body dissolving to ash. Dabi echos a sick laugh as he flees the scene.

The feed continues rolling as the fire is completely burnt out leaving nothing more than a pile of ash. Enji would have to be sure to collect the ashes, she deserved that much. He would also have to tell his son Shoto about your death, Shoto will be devastated. His brain switches off emotions, fully focused on the methodical tasks he will need to complete in your death.

“Look!” One of the other agency technicians yell pointing at the screen. The ashes begin to sift as a naked woman springs out into a sitting position, gasping for air clutching at her throat she continues to heave heavy breaths, leaning back she lays back down into the pile ashes, her breathing finally slows down. Her hair cascades to the floor to reveal Y/n’s face.

It couldn’t be, maybe it’s a hallucination, maybe it’s a sick joke. But all doubt falls away as he watched her scrunch her face in that way she does when she’s upset.

“Enji.” She moans with a wobbly lip, tears streaming from her eyes. “Enji!” She screams hysterically, tears falling from her eyes in fat blobs. “ENJI!” Her screams pierced his heart. Though screams were distressed, they filled his heart with utter relief.

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They stand in a tight embrace together in their shared home.

He holds her tightly, terrified that she would disintegrate all over again, terrified that this part wasn’t real and that Y/n really was dead.

“H-how?” Her sniffles began to subside, taking deep breathes she finally speaks.

“I have a Phoenix quirk, when I die I’ll burn up and turn to ash to be reborn at my current age. My life span is 500years.” She pulls her sleeve down to reveal her familiar tattoo with the numbers 300 printed on her wrist. “But I can sacrifice 100 years to bring back another person, it doesn’t matter how many times I die though, it won’t effect my life span.”

“So how old are you then? Why didn’t you ever tell me about your quirk? I thought you were quirkless.”

“I am the age you know me to be, I sacrificed 200 years for my loved ones. I don’t tell anyone out of fear that people will kill and torture me since they know I’ll come back to life anyway, that’s why I moved to Japan. Where no one knew who I was, so they couldn’t do what people in my home town did.” Enji pulls his beloved girlfriend back into his chest.

He has no idea how anyone could do that to you. He doesn’t even understand how you have such a bright and loving smile, how you are so welcoming and loving when you have such a quirk that people turn evil all around you.

He will protect you from the world.

He cannot bare the feeling of loosing or watching you be tortured again.

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